Sorcerer mused on the tactical as he gazed across the hololithic table.He preferred assaulting the Fortress World from the inside first,they need more manpower as well as a proper staging point.To attack a Forge World in any way with current numbers is suicide.Even the degress of subtly needed the arcane ministration of the Dark Mechanicum. He read somewhere that every Forge World defenses were formidable...some of them single-handedly stopping tendrils of the Tyranid-bioforms.But what worried him were not the many-numbered defenders...but the contigent or an entire Legio of Titan war-machines.Only one of these colossal walkers were enough to turn the tides of battle,even war.But a dozens of them?Enough to make an entire sector quake. Broken from his musings was the clatter of ceramite against deck and whimpering of the captured as two Astartes entered the bridge dragging with them none other then Matthius von Webber.The Jailor of the Damned.The Lord of the Rift.Such titles mattered little when one is a pawn in the Great Ocean...and he was neck-deep in it. Sorcerer laughed as the wretch lost his life,his laughter muffled by aural-buffers of his power-helmet,but he laughed nonetheless.He laughed because he has seen this moment. Tyranus then pointed to the Fortress World, "Invictus will be much less conspicuous. Regardless, the team shall be Wazzog, Hurmos, Kargback, Hegon, Izakdor, and Azulon. I shall be needing a conduit of the Warp for my plan, so Azulon shall lead this team to the taking of Invictus." Taken to the task at hand,Azulon looked at the members of his...team.He was not impressed but he will make do. Being used as a Warp-conduit was another matter and it wounded his pride to be used as a tool. But he will need to serve in one form or another if he is to take what he wants.For Lord Tyranus has amassed a sizeable power to his banner,a power Azulon could use. "I expect that a sorcerer of your capabilities shall be up for such a task as leading the small army we will have amassed within the Rift?" "I serve." Thousand Son nodded rising his staff in salute.
'A psyker?' Hegon spluttered, spraying acidic spittle across the table. 'You'd put the glorified vox-caster in charge of a full scale invasion?' Hegon looked towards the Thousand Son with an acidic glare. 'How will the magician lead the invasion if he's skulking in a bunker somewhere doing his magic's?' 'I'd rather be led by an Ork' He growled as he gestured vaguely in the directions of Wazzog and Kargback. 'At least they know how to fight.' Hegon stood up and lent heavily on the table, anger scarring his face as looked towards Wazzog, sizing up the Ork. Chainaxe in hand he gestured towards Wazzog, and more specifically his oversized choppa, and turned his attention back to Tyranus. 'At least the Orks have actual, usable, weapons.' Hegon growled at Tyranus.
"Dismissing psyker because of your prejudices? You meatheads are all the same. Just because powers of Warp do not fit in your tight, dusty concept of 'honor', one should not reject its usefulness. Or is it perhaps that you do not understand it, fear it like caveman fears fire? No wonder you prefer being lead by Ork, you feel kinship towards them." Hurmos mocks Hegon, imperious smirk on his face.
Izakdor straightened at Tyranus' words. "If we need to gather the forces of the Rift, I can see to that." He said. "I've been a preacher my entire life, and the downtrodden of the Rift will listen well. Send me to gather a cultist horde or two, and I will not disappoint."
Allerius let out a small grunt of annoyance at hearing that he would be serving under some Druchii women. Did Tyranus have so little faith in his own kin of carrying out an infiltration mission!? With even less then the current team he could topple the defenses of that pathetic world of metal. "Here I thought it was the Sons of Alpharius who were masters of intrigue and infiltration." He remarked towards Tyranus, clearly unsatisfied with the decision made. "These Dark Eldar are more at home raiding agri worlds and butchering simple humans. Not toppling Forge Worlds. Of course I will defer to your wisdom, brother." OOC: @Maleth hai leader!
@GoreWrencha 'I fear no psykers, nor the pretty boys who support them.' Hegon said as he turned his gaze towards Hurmos, matching his imperious smirk with a ferocious snarl. 'Psykers can be useful though. They can send messages, but so can the Imperium's pet servo-skulls and I'd much rather put one of those things in charge of the invasion than a sorcerer. At least those pets can be turned off.' Hegon's face was returning to its reddened state, all pretence of calming himself lost to the Daemonseeds mocking tones. 'Now if you want to dismiss my 'dusty concepts of honour' I'd be happy to introduce you to my axe, brother.' Hegon spat the final word out, full of contempt and hatred.
"As much as I hate to admit it, psykers can hold formidable power and in a few occasions I have both needed and be defeated by it. Not saying I prefer being lead by them, they tend to focus on the bigger picture, leaving moi to enjoy the finer details. Better than someone running headfirst to a wall that looks him funny." Hurmos continues, apparently enjoying mocking the Khornate.
"Oi roight, dats wat Wazzog's talkin bout!" the Ork cheered and brought his big choppa up in the air, promise of death and destruction making him happy. "Angry Umie is roight, spiky eadbangas aint da most trustworthy bangas out dere, maybe he guna turn into a squig or sumtink," Wazzog scratched his head, but then decided not to press the matter any further because he was glad as the situation began shaping the way he preferred, so in his mind any prolonged discussion will only derail the real action.
"A psyker?How will the magician lead the invasion if he's skulking in a bunker somewhere doing his magic's?' I'd rather be led by an Ork" spoke World Eater in series of growls more then actual articulate speech synomumous with sentient being. Azulon hoped that he would not have problems with the slave-son of XII Legion knowing their hatred of the psykers - themselves unable to utilize the gift due to their mutilated brains and psyche.He did not return the glare but he did notice a brother next to him,rising up to his defence,a brother from unknown Legion or...Chapter as they called it now in the Imperium.Azulon indeed did not reckognize the insignias upon his battle-plate...but his allegiance to the their goal was obvious,otherwise he would not stand here alive. The atmosphere was getting tense on the bridge. Irked that he was compared to a servo-skull,Azulon swallowed his pride and pushed it to memeory as he spoke: "If the Son of Angron desires to be led by an Ork instead of his brother...then i say let them.But the strenght in martial prowess is not sufficient on itself to win us this system World Eater."spoke Thousand Son as he turned to Hegon,smiling behind his helmet. "Unless World Eater thinks Lord Tyranus`s tactical choices are unwise."added Azulon mockingly.
Kargback had managed to fall asleep with all the talk of strategy and the warp. It was when Tyranus said his name is when his head lifted of the table with a student jolt of energy. "Wat yeah dat let's do dat." He said through his respirator while it was heavily possessed the unmistakable orkish accent shined like a star. He had no idea what they were talking about now. He figured something about the warp and other chaos nonsense so he just continued to sit there wanting to go and do somthing that involved turning a human into paste using his bare hands.
