OOC: Just for visual reference here's an example of the Space Station Fortress. This massive beautify is ours for the taking >:3 I'll also see about workign on a map for the battlefield so folks won't feel lost or go where they shouldn't go, yet.
*opens vox link to the Brotherhood squads* *warriors begin pounding the sides of the pod with armored fists, Alexander's leaving dents in the pod that gets deeper with each hit* 'blood' *repeated by the warriors* "blood" *slightly louder* "blood" 'blood" *growing in loudness each time* "blood" "blood" "BLOOD" "BLOOD" "BLOOD! "BLOOD!" "BLOOD!" *pod slams down, door opens to the faces of a frightened guardsmen squad* *warriors and Alexander in unison, temporarily drowning out all other sound* "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" *Alexander rushes out severing limbs and sawing men in half as he goes, literally making the guardsmen further back shit themselves in fear, the Brotherhood spreads death to all they see for the next few minutes until all is quite, no skulls to be taken here, they all died cowards, pleading for their lives* "we rendezvous with the cultists, move out brothers!" OOC: the chanting may not be a 100% original idea, but i thought it was badass
A flood of vox transmissions were coming into their compound and Boreck Halks was trying to get a head on the entire situation. The lack of other Officers for the moment left only the senior Sergeants to muster the troops and things were slow going with the laxity in authority. Despite this the Praetorian's were still a well trained force and soon every man was up and armed with dispatches being sent out from the upper echelons for their Calvary to deploy and investigate impacts within the Hive's themselves. "Lets go boys saddle up, rifles ready! " Each man of Boreck's 'Thunder Skulls' didn't need ordered around twice and his squad was ranked up and awaiting the gates to open to ride out. A warning klaxon blared when one of the men on watch triggered the alarm, red lights flashed around the compound and the watch command began speaking to unseen forces outside their walls. "Attention! You are trespassing on restricted grounds! Vacate immediately or face execution based on Imperial Law Code ---" Two watch towers were engulfed in a bloom of fire as rockets streaked into them, before the roar of each explosion had died down Boreck could hear the heavy bolters set into the perimeter defenses firing as the servitors in control of them turned hostile a nano-second after the rockets went into flight. A trooper in another tower cried. "Giants! They've got giants! " Despite the heavy bolter fire they had made it to the gates, as the sudden detonation of several melta charges attested to and the Veteran got a solid look at his foes for the first time. Men, women and monsters amongst them. Cultist streamed in the gaping wound with what he could only truly describe as monstrous abhumans clad in bright red armor advancing in groups of ten or five amongst them. Heavy weapon nest opened fire and Boreck snapped out of his awed gaze when three of his men, horses included, fell to the ground in pieces as a storm of bolter fire shredded them apart. "Cover! Take cover! Thunder Skulls circle around strike from the side streets! " The seven remaining horsemen broke off from the main road and began skirting around the inner perimeter. A small cylinder flew through the air and Boreck grimaced as Brewers weapon team were torn apart by a frag, he barely made out one of the Astartes pulling back into cover as an Auto-cannon tracked onto him. A las-shot speared through the air nearby and he turned his head toward a group of cultist rushing toward them. "First rank forward! Second rank Fire! " Boreck and three other men reined their steeds around and drew blades while the rest of his squad formed up behind them and leveled their las-guns. he and his first rank urged their horses forward and crashed into the oncoming men, trampling those first few layers of the mob into the ground while slashing wildly with blades at the rest, a mans scalp twisting into the air on a plume of blood as Boreck swung. His vox bead came alive with reports of a secondary breach near the vehicle pools, all squads available were to reinforce the garage and hold the breach. "Regroup! Move to the garage!" Those in the back firing into the small group that survived the charge halted firing and quickly caught up with the others. Breaking out onto the main road they came under fire almost instantly as the super human Astartes identified them, two more men went down with their steeds as a Havoc's auto-cannon scored along their formation's right flank. Boreck blanched at the speed with which they were singled out and lead his men down another alley to get out of the kill zone. "Emperor above what are they? "A trooper behind him asked. "Couldn't tell ya, just forget em let the foot sloggers handle em! " If a Commissar were about Boreck realized that another two of his rapidly shrinking squad would of been dead. "CAN IT BOTH OF YA! We're at half strength, we don't need Jackass coming over and plugging you two for cowardice! "A boom drowned out any further yelling as one of the Leman Russ battle tanks opened fire, such a wondrous sound as it was Boreck felt inspired. Perhaps things would turn in their favor. OOC: Soooo hope I didn't do anything wrong here. Figured a fight would break out here pretty quick at a compound if the Word Bearers are after vehicles.
The Thunderhawks autocannons blazed silently in the void, its strafing fire tearing into the defenseless station, perforating the hull around the landing zone. Inside, segments of the outer layers were exposed to the void of space, tearing the oxygen from the lungs of unexpectent crewmen, flinging them into space. The hangar would not do for Yuri, and under hot plasma fire, a new opening emerged in the station, the Thunderhawke slowing only further rake the hull under the thunder of their guns. “Forfoz, the Imperials are expecting a show in the hanger bays, the arrival of an Astartes chapter is subject of quite some excitement for mortals, please do not disappoint them. After our Brothers make secure the area, open their hangar doors and deactivate shields. Please surprise them for me.” No resistance met them as they exited the craft into the cold vacuum of the outer hull, only piles of cooling slag and the frozen exclamation of the floating dead. They proceeded quickly to a console node for the techbeast to deliver the word of damnation to the imperial fools. From their position within the upper segment they would strike at the command center and tear the mind from the enemies structure.
Ramiel grinned. All was going according to Lord Sharr's plan. the lack of defense turrets meant the Host could bring down their full fury without losing any men in the void. The landing bays were not much different, though, he could see panicked crew scrambling to put up defenses. It wouldn't be enough. First the cultists were unleashed, all screaming wildly as they charged the hasty defenses. As the defenders quickly unloaded their shots into the crowds, the second set of doors flung open, and out poured the True Warriors of Chaos. The rest quickly devolved into a massacre. Ramiel and his vanguard squad were at the forefront, towering giants amongst children, as they slaughtered their way through the landing bay. It was over before they even realized it. Sensing the hopelessness of the situation, the remaining survivors, all four of them, bolted to the blast doors, hoping to close them behind their backs, and perhaps warn the rest of the station. What they received instead were perfectly timed shots from mass-reactionary rounds, their bodies bursting like balloons filled with blood. Now that the landing bays were secured, reinforcements made their way in a more orderly fashion. Chirumeks and apothecaries stalked the massive room, finding those few Astartes that had fallen, and harvesting their precious gene-seed. There would be time later to give them funerary rites. For now, there was a mission to accomplish. "No, not there." Ramiel put a hand to Vak'rath's pauldron, halting the Warrior before he could join the masses gathering at the primary blast doors. Vak'rath turned, tilting his head in confusion and minor annoyance. "There is an alternate route to the engine room. We will take it, and be the first ones to gain control. I'm sure Lord Sharr would be pleased with your efforts." As understanding filled him, Vak'rath turned around to follow his Champion's lead. The Equerry placed melta charges to one of the secondary blast doors, one that was given considerable less attention, save for his own squad, and those under his command. There was a bright light for a brief second, permanently blinding any cultist slow to shield their eyes. They would be left behind, and at the mercy of the chirumeks and their experiments. At last, a large hole replaced the middle of the door, and a Word Bearer stepped forward to easily smash the rest open with his boot. The cultists were the first to run through. Unlike the rest of the hordes, these were exmilitary, and thus possessed the sense enough for a silent entry. Ramiel had requested these personally from Sharr. It took some reasoning to persuade him of giving up some of the more prized slaves, but it would soon be worth it. As the last of the non-augmented humans scurried through the hole, Ramiel and his warrior-brethren bounded through. "Swift as Slaanesh will allow you, my brothers," he whispered through the closed vox.
Forfoz nodded in aggrement. He quickly walked over to the console node. Small tendrils quickly reached out from the arms of his robe and connected him to the system. He reaches out with his hands and starts to aktivate some commands and in a surprisingly short moment is he into the system. He open the doors and lower the shields. "Child's play... I can do this while I am in stasis." Forfoz frowned slightly at the simplicity of the controls... "Should I connect their vox-system to your vox channel so that you can give them a message?" He turns his head towards Yuri for a second before returning to the controls "I think I will leave the flesh-husks a present..." He adds some commands... His fingers going at a crazy pase. He nods slowly. "I managed to reaktivate their defence turrets... But with a slight improvement." Trough the station low sounds of weapon fire sounds and low screams of guardsmen. "I have added a small virus aswell, if they manage to get controll over the again it will return them to their previous state"
Confusion of the enemy is strength of the host. "Attention soldiers of the Imperium, this is Commander Yuri of the Imperial Heralds. The foul xenos of the Eldar have infiltrated your sector in a surprise attack. Prepare yourselves, death approaches." The detachment progressed with amusing ease, their advance covered as the techbeast opened upcoming bulkheads to the vacuum. It wasn't until they approached the Command Center that they encountered station personnel that had dawned void suits. Frail mortals listed noticeably as the bulkhead ahead sucked the precious air from the upcoming chambers. As the Word Bearers entered the guardsmen looked upon the true invaders, their dread emanating in the warp. Many of the guard simply looked on in awe as they beheld the approaching force, frozen in indecision, others made to raise weapons or to contact their commanders of the situation. All were too late, as one the Host Brothers tore into the squad, the blood spray hanging in the absence. Beneath his leering masque, Yuri grinned as hot plasma dissolved the hapless foes as they screamed silently into the void. Capturing the Command Center would be a delicate task, they needed the equipment suitable for acclimation to their purposes. The order went out, controlled fire if necessary, melee for all others. Breaching charges were placed at three points outside the point, detonating in unison. The bustling crewmen were beset upon by a tide of blood as the strike team poured in. In an orgy of bloodshed the Word Bearers tore through the command crew, rendered limbs and gushing crimson painting the control panels. As Yuri’s blade ripped an officer from shoulder to waist a dreary calm washed over the area, its last defenders a tribute to the gods. With the stations mind now in the control of the Host, Yuri’s men set about preparing to take over internal systems.
Forfoz comes walking after the host with his combat servitors on each side... He enters the command center and walks towards the command controls. He enters the system and starts to add some diffrent commands. "Seems as the host is cutting trough the guards like a melta trough flesh... We will have this station cleansed of the imperium in just a short while" Forfoz opens a vox-channel to Lord Sharr My lord, we have taken control over one of the stations... "
IC:*Follow Alexander with Plaguer cutting down what Alexander did not* OOC:For two gods i have completed that part two more to go Plague acid and skull taking ^-^ now i need to kiss a woman and use aldum a way to keep undivison in place
