[April 2014] The Emperor calls. Turn not away lest be judged

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Post#181 » Apr 01 2014 08:45

<comlink> ... Lord Inquistor, the avian Xenos have found our position. They used the fourleggers to track us here. We are holding out for now, but they have brought up big beasts with autocannons on their backs. We are waiting for your order. . . . <comlink>

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Post#182 » Apr 01 2014 08:48

The ringing in the ear was all that the world was to team seven's Shas'Vre.

Mangled corridor and twisted bodies lay about while sparks and debris rained around. Struggling to his feet the T'n'cha commando shook his head to clear it. Over his comm he could hear what seemed a distant annoying voice piercing his ears.

"Team Seven! Team Seven! Come in Vre'Gru'Sha!"

Finding his right leg unable to life his weight anymore Shas'Vre Gru'Sha settled back into the rubble of the corridor where the assassin had detonated a cluster of demo charges in what the operative could only call suicidal valor or stubborn refusal to submit. Ignoring the pleas of the Shas'Nel over his comms, he instead took a count of his operatives. His own vitals were spiking, but the stim injectors were keeping him stable. Four of his other operatives were alive, but one of his Shas'Ui, the linguist Ui'Ron'Ji was flat lined.

He looked down at his XV-15-05 battle suit and could see simmering flesh through so smoldering holes in the reinforced armor. The energy shield fitted to his suit had spared him death, even though the demo charge had slid beside his right foot before going off. Ui'Ron'Ji has not been as lucky.

Again the Shas'Vre shook his head to clear it as a fuzzy image of two of his smoking team members rushed over to pull him up from the wreckage.

He keyed his comms.

"Sh...shas'Nel... target eliminated. I say... I say again, target destroyed. Team seven... reporting casualties, request permission to evac. We are no longer combat effective..." His voice fell as he watched the scene of the explosion drawing away down the blasted corridor. Mangled battle suits and blasted corpses were all that remained of the encircling forces beside his five operatives, and only they were spared by fate.

"... not combat effective..." He trailed off as he fell into blackness.

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Post#183 » Apr 01 2014 08:55

"... not combat effective..." sounded the speaker.
"Get there an evac team down, instantly", demanded Aun Ryumyo, "I will not loose any more Tau without need. We have suffered way too much. And, to the commanding Kor, engage the Vanaheimr and the Jotunheim, destroy the easier target first and then commence with the other one. I want both ships wrecked, every Gue'la dead or captured and the heads of the commanding Gue'la officers on a silver pole. No one is to be spared, we will strike back with everything we still have. Tau'Va, Commanders, let the Mont'ka begin!"

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Post#184 » Apr 01 2014 09:28

About then was the time when huge crashes could be heard through the orbital, and the Imperial boarding craft's shuttling between the ship and the station began to falter, as the first wave of mixed Kroot and Tau reinforcements arrived. The long, almost knife shaped boarding shuttles with their powerful engines and their shielded breaching rams, edged by a short-lived plasma blade, began to ram into the station when they could not find suitable docking locations. Hull breaches were quickly sealed by a hardening foam that the craft released after the initial entry, a foam that also helped stabilize the position of the craft within their intended target. It would be a pain to repair the orbital later and remove the shuttles, especially if they wanted to keep the shuttles, but for now, providing reinforcements, now, was what mattered.

The rams, mangled from their assault even as they were, screeched and shuddered as they split apart, opening to reveal the Kroot and Tau within. Each ram-ship held a different assortment of troops, typically filled almost to bursting, the High Shaper had been so anxious about the Kor and Shas upon the station. The insides were large enough to hold up to four XV8 Crisis Suits, though they would scrape against one another quite often, or three XV88s, which needed to be strapped in place to prevent them from wrecking each other due to proximity and lack of room. Similarly, up to perhaps twenty-four Kroot could manage to shove themselves in, if they did not choose to bring hounds with them, and the Kroots would similarly cut into such numbers. Fire Warriors did not take up much more room, and a score, along with a small drone attachment, could manage to stuff themselves in one of the ships.

Not that their occupants were that organized or homogenous within any single shuttle, of course. And there were many shuttles. Perhaps as many as a dozen attached themselves successfully to the Orbital in the first wave, a few more managing to dock more peacefully, the rest of the two dozen that had been launched shot out of the sky by Imperial interceptors. The Barricudas and Mantas that had been brought along were currently working on those, however, and the second wave of ships would arrive soon. Hopefully.

Meanwhile, the crackling voice once more played over the speakers, but this time, it was somewhat easier to hear, louder and with less interference. And it played only within friendly comms, thankfully, unlike the last message. *tchk* "Understood, Aun'Tau. Reports are that the first shuttles have docked, and reinforcements should be arriving soon. I will accompany the third wave of reinforcements, and the Kura'ka is, of course, yours to command." *tchk*

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Post#185 » Apr 01 2014 10:05


Despite the rumbles and groans of the battlecruiser, Taleghan was eager to sift through the small debris pile scattered about one end of the hangar he had requisitioned, his voidship perched nearby, it's faceted surface a marvel of stealth technology from a long lost race; likely wiped out by preceeding Imperial colony waves eons before.

He stood like a statue, tendrils unfurling, seeking out the xenos technology cube and it's unique tangy energy spirit. Parts of alien ceramics were tossed aside, crystal matrix panels fused beyond all study. Then, he found it. What little organic matter was left about his machine frame, quivered.

"Lord Magos, the Admiral advises the need to go to warp immediately; the modifications have nearly burned out the void generators"
The glowing cube sunk lower from Taleghans optics, annoyed.
"We must wait for Dask to confirm if this is the real core," he could sense the newly arrived Imperials vessels, "besides, the aliens have more to deal with now."
"As you will it"
Returning to his investigation, the Arch Magos set several mechano-tendrils about the surface of the cube, inspecting every inch. Perhaps a cursory probe? He inserted his best remaining cogigators, although seared from controlling the bursts upon the void wall, he could still sen-
"Astartes! The airlock!"
"My lord?"
Before the marine could react the Arch Magos was sprinting across the vast hangar, propelled by a mix of pneumatic bootfalls and flailing tendrils. Curse his eagerness, curse his damaged senses!
"Activate the hangar doors! This is a fak-"
Turning to touch a nearby control runeboard, the deathwatch marine suddenly found himself against the interior wall of the bay. His armor held, but he could sense the severity of the explosion that had vaulted him across fifity feet; The Magos!

Before he even took a step, the alarm was futile, Arch Magos Taleghan, seeker of xenos technology and implementer of unique machine spirits discovered across a hundred star systems was no more; only a half dozen mechano-tendrils flailed about, held slick in their own molten metals.
"Admiral," he finally reported, all the while the ship rocking from impacts about him, "the Arch Magos is dead; your orders?"
"We jump! This gambit is sprung, these xenos reacted far too swiftly to our ruse and the Vanaheimr -damn her- has arrived!"
The last matter was unknown to the Deathwatch marine, whom carefully sifted through the steaming remains of his charge. Finding the hardened carbide-adamantine component, he felt a sense of completion. One of the most sacred parts of a techpriest, only for others of Mars too touch. But since there were none other about.. the Lord Inquisitor will at least have the memory anagram of Taleghan to understand why this vast ploy was devised.

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Post#186 » Apr 01 2014 10:15

Klicks away, Lyeotius felt the life-force of the rogue magos snuff out. Though the Lord Inquisitor was too suspicious to trust his psychic senses alone, this did change matters. With their master potentially dead, the magos' henchmen would soon jump their ship to safety... and the Vanaheimr would pursue.

"Begin bracing for warp transition. Match course and bearing of the enemy battlecruiser."
++TFTD: He who promises peace, promises damnation.++

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Post#187 » Apr 01 2014 10:21

Jochmann wrote:And, to the commanding Kor, engage the Vanaheimr and the Jotunheim, destroy the easier target first and then commence with the other one. I want both ships wrecked, every Gue'la dead or captured and the heads of the commanding Gue'la officers on a silver pole. No one is to be spared, we will strike back with everything we still have. Tau'Va, Commanders, let the Mont'ka begin!"


Kor'O to all ships, we have new orders. Move to engage Gue'la light cruiser. Continue Manta strikes and harassing missile fire on the battlecruiser, I want as much damage done to it as possible before it can escape. Sirenia and Anette squadrons, engage!

The Kass'ls, who had before been shadowing the newly arrived light cruiser, now lept into action, raking the ship from the rear with railcannon fire, stripping it's shields away before gouging enormous scars in it's hull with their ion cannons. Meanwhile, a wave of gravitic missiles was now speeding towards the light cruiser and Mantas were following.
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Post#188 » Apr 01 2014 10:34

The Vanaheimr's void shields sparkled with the impact of the strikecraft's railcannon fire, but they held. Overplaying their hand, the two xenos attack squadrons had gotten in too close, and were now wracked by the light cruiser's anti-fighter flak fire.

The captain of the smaller warship, aware that the enemy xenos had opted to bring its firepower to bear on the smaller vessel, spiraled into the shadow of the
Jotunheim. The gravatic mines, confused by the larger graveto-magnetic target, crashed into the Jotunheim's stricken hull.

"All hands, prepare for warp transition in five, four, three, two..."

Lord Inquisitor Lyeotius cursed, displeased that he would be denied final confirmation of Arch Magos Taleghan's death.

"One."

For an instant, the black starscape was lit by the sickly light of the Warp, and the
Vanaheimr disappeared.

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Post#189 » Apr 01 2014 10:35

Kor'O to all ships, the Gue'la light cruiser is disengaging. Concentrate all fire on the battlecruiser, let's see if we can finally hulk the thing.
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Post#190 » Apr 01 2014 10:46

As word reached the Jotunheim's Command Deck of the Arch Magos' demise, the Admiral began shouting orders of 'retreat to the Warp!' to the few remaining Imperials. It was only a moment before the Admiral was crumpled before The InterrogaTier, blood pooling about him. The man was truly a figure of hatred by this point, piercing his gaze through every human in Sight.

"Do not obey." He snarled. "Even if it leads us to damnation, we will take every last Xenos with us!" As he raised his Bolt Pistol, the crew scurried about the deck, preparing the ship to return fire.
Truth was flame against a sleeping lake of petrol.

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Post#191 » Apr 01 2014 10:52

As the only Imperial ship still left flying in the area, the Jotunheim was subjected to the full power of the Tau fleet. Wave after wave of gravitic missiles slammed into it's stricken hull, burning away the last remants of it's hull armour and pulverising swathes of it's internal structure. Mantas darted and weaved about it's ruined superstructure, unleashing their devastating payloads of fusion charges amongst the ship's main weapon batteries. The ships of K-42 now poured railcannon and ion cannon fire into the vessel, and against such an onslaught what remained of it's void shielding finally burnt out, hypersonic sabbots and particle beams now tearing apart it's armaments.

The Kor'O observed all this, perplexed at why the ship had not disengaged when it was most wise to. The Gue'la aboard must be truely mad..
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Post#192 » Apr 01 2014 10:55

"Dao, kor'vre. Nuni."

Crimson had been fighting for hours searching for the main body of the gue'la forces. To no avail. They had been cut off from the greater communications network for some time, and only just managed to get fio survivors to a station they could broadcast from.

"The kor are sending an Orca for extraction," Myr'ret said somewhat excitedly, looking at the group of survivors they had found on board. The group consisted of several dozen noncombatants, mostly fio, por and kor. But a handful of shas had grouped up with them, giving Crimson much needed aid in protecting the survivors. The group was tired and worn with a few injuries, but the news of safe transport off the orbital lifted their wavering spirits.

Myr'ret jogged past the tired tau towards her kneeling XV88. The battlesuit was heavily damaged from the constant fighting—the left arm and plasma rifles were missing, and chunks were torn out of the remaining armor. The metal skeleton was still operational, and the rail rifle still had slugs. Good enough, she thought to herself. She climbed up one of the thighs and jumped into the cockpit.

"Shas'el, distributing the coordinates for evac to our tacnet. It is close." Her fingers deftly moved amongst the screens of the cockpit, as the hatches on the chest hissed and clicked shut. Sei'gi's icon flashed on her HUD. "Excellent," he said with a sigh of relief, "tell the group to get ready to depart."

The large broadside sprang to life, slowly turning it's square head towards the resting tau. "Pack up," Myr'ret's voice had a metallic ring from the suit's speakers.

As the XV88 stepped out into plaza, she could see several fire warriors standing beside Sei'gi and Ma'koto, their massive suits dwarfing the shas around them. Dried blood coated Sei'gi's XV8-06. He had spent most of the fighting over the past few hours in hand to hand combat with the black-armored gue'ron'sha. His armor was a testament to the struggle they had fought.


Sei'gi turned to the tau behind him, and motioned with his arms. "Ui'Lar'kass and his shas, cover the noncombatants. Vre'Myr'ret, take the rear. Vre'Ma'koto, with me on point," he said, "move out." The group began moving down the wide corridors towards the hangar on the map. Sei'gi was relieved they were leaving the orbital. Life support was almost non-existent, and explosions were still echoing throughout the station.

As they got closer to the hangar, his sensors picked up friendly forces. Boarding vessels had bored through the outer hull of the orbital, and dozens of shas and kroot were busying about, securing the area. Well, this is a familiar scene, he mused to himself, remembering the Chaos attack over a tau'cyr ago.
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Post#193 » Apr 01 2014 10:57

**Interrogator Jefffar lays among a pile of dead humans and kroot. His chest rises and falls slowly. **

<comlink> . . . Lord Inquisitor . . . the avians are dispatched, but our casualties are total. . . our primary mission goes unfulfilled . . . purge protocol . . . by the Emperor! <comlink>

**With a shudder the gravity charges collapse bulkheads and airlocks, exposing the engineering level to the cold vaccum of space.**

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Post#194 » Apr 01 2014 11:01

Lord Inquisitor Lyeotius had risen to his rank by virtue of his ability. He had also risen to his rank by virtue of the ability of those he surrounded himself with.

For instance, an extremely skill navigator, capable of making precise, in-system Warp jumps.

The
Vanaheimr tore back into realspace inside the xenos fleet christened "K-42," crushing a flight of Mantas as it suddenly materialized within the enemy formation. But even as the ship's host of destructive weaponry found any number of targets in the surrounding fleet, its commander issued a broadcast to the surrounding enemy vessels.

"This is Lord Inquisitor Lyeotius, herald of the Council of Herculia and champion of His Will. I will be allowed unfettered access to the Imperial battlecruiser you so adamantly wish to destroy, or we can destroy each other. I am prepared to die this day, xenos filfth, but I will see His Will done. Do not test my resolve. You have ten seconds to reply."

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Post#195 » Apr 01 2014 11:30

Lyeotius wrote:Lord Inquisitor Lyeotius had risen to his rank by virtue of his ability. He had also risen to his rank by virtue of the ability of those he surrounded himself with.

For instance, an extremely skill navigator, capable of making precise, in-system Warp jumps.

The
Vanaheimr tore back into realspace inside the xenos fleet christened "K-42," crushing a flight of Mantas as it suddenly materialized within the enemy formation. But even as the ship's host of destructive weaponry found any number of targets in the surrounding fleet, its commander issued a broadcast to the surrounding enemy vessels.

"This is Lord Inquisitor Lyeotius, herald of the Council of Herculia and champion of His Will. I will be allowed unfettered access to the Imperial battlecruiser you so adamantly wish to destroy, or we can destroy each other. I am prepared to die this day, xenos filfth, but I will see His Will done. Do not test my resolve. You have ten seconds to reply."


Kor'O to all ships, Gue'la light Cruiser has re-appeared. Bring weapons to bear and lock on.

Gue'la Lyeotius, this is Kor'O'T'au Kais'Y'eldi'Aloh, admiral of Kor'vattra fleet K-42. You are cleared to destroy the Gue'la battlecruiser as you wish, she's all yours.

Kor'O to all ships, cease fire on the battlecruiser. If the light cruiser doubble-crosses us, open fire on it.
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Post#196 » Apr 01 2014 11:37

The survivors hurriedly piled onto the orca, eager to leave the station as soon as possible. Ma'koto and Myr'ret boarded the Orca with their broadsides. Large clamps lowered from the ceiling and locked the suits in place. As Sei'gi went to board, one of the kor crew opened a channel on his comms, "Shas'el, the orca is filled. We will have to make a second trip."

"Do not worry," Sei'gi said with a shrug, "just get them out of here."
"Shas'el. Are you not coming?" Ma'koto had disembarked from her Broadside and was standing on the ramp in front of him, Myr'ret standing by her side.
"The XV8-06 is equipped for space combat. I will follow alongside you," the suit's blank face nodded towards them.
"Dao, shas'el." Ma'koto straightened herself and put her right fist over her chest. The ramp began to rise as the Orca prepared for take off.

The Orca's engines howled as it prepared to depart. Sei'gi clamped onto the rear hatch of the Orca as it left the hangar. The vessel began to close in on the K-42 fleet, aligning itself for landing vectors on a small cruiser. Before they made it into the dock, a gue'la ship violently blinked into the midst of the fleet.
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Post#197 » Apr 01 2014 11:45

"You have made a wise decision this day, xenos," the Lord Inquisitor said to the holographic envoys that had materialized on his command deck. "Once I have proof-of-death of the rogue magos, my ship will depart the system. I have no interest in the men still aboard your orbital; they, and anyone who followed the magos, have been declared excommunitas hereticus. Do with them as you see fit."

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Post#198 » Apr 02 2014 12:18

As the Vanaheimr closed in towards Jotunheim, The InterrogaTier grinned somewhat maniacally. His mind had near fully decayed by now, and he was anxiously awaiting the boarding of The Lord Inquisitor to indulge his rage.

Along with his mind, his attention to the crew around him lapsed. Before he could so much as twist his head, a piece of shrapnel was thrust through his neck, giving only enough time to ponder as to whether the pain was real before he crumpled next to the Admiral.

Then there were only a handful of exhausted crewman standing aboard the Command Deck; one holding a bloody chunk of metal.
Truth was flame against a sleeping lake of petrol.

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