Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20141004143923/@comment-4948356-20141021223527

OOC:

@los: I did take action though, I have a titan covering my retreating forces now...

Additionally, Its been almost another week since reinforments...

Kathalon: 40 Daemon engines

Durrel: 10,000 Warpforge marines

Ardent 3: 300,000 Vuldiers

IC:

Ardent 3:

As the imperial fleet begins to regroup, several new portals open to the left of them, letting out a new fleet.



UOVN 103rd Fleet:

1 Battle Barge

8 Cruisers,

20 escorts

carrying:

15 Relic Squads*,

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">*Squads of 10 WFM, lead by one CSM, Each one holds a Panro Porteus, Relics created by vulture that can open large portals to and from his realm. Due to its height and weight, four mairnes are required to carry it. However, unlike their 'parents', The Glactis Porteus, they can only form these portals in a small radious around them. Its been rumored that experiments are in progress to scale down the artefact even more to allow hand held use.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">5 Daemon engines.

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">The fleet immediately opend fire upon the imperial fleet...

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">On Ardent 3...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">The UOV Begins pulling large amounts of troops from the front lines, Seemingly attempting to start massing large amounts of troops and armor.

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">On Durrel...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">OOC: Seems a bit much for just a warhound Sang, Especially since its really only the flamer and mega-bolter weapons they have on. I don't know anything about the talons, so unless their a massive problem with it I don't see the issue... I'll allow it for now...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">IC:

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Even with one of its weapons destroyed, the Warhound still fights with its remanined Mega Bolter.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Whilst distracted by the titans, the UOV begins to blitz the botherhood, Bayonets attached and sharpened, the Vuldiers supply cover fire as the Marines barge into the botherhood's lines.

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">On Kathalon...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">After Finishing off a tank he had landed on, 935 began to stagger upright. His prey had, unfortanatly, alluded him. Not that he minded too much, as he had still gained some power. Looking out over the now desolate battlefield, it seemed both armies were now moving away from each other at rapid rates, one side even had a titan... a titan that...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">All other concerns were soon gone from his mind, he hadn't had a titan since his escape.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He began to run towards it, his tentacles a blaze with life as he began to use them as feet, accelerating his approach.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">As he got closer, it seemed that a few of those flying things he saw (and hit him), had started flying around here too... but that didn't matter...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">As he continued to get closer, it seemed that someone (or the titan itself) had noticed him, as the hellstorm cannon's barrel's seem to aim straight at him.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Realizing the danger, 935 quickens his pace, two new appendages starting to form on his back. Despite his unquie powers, their were limits...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">In the instant the titan fired, 935 had finished his work. Using his tentacles, he jumps high, before spread huge, black bat wings. With a single flap, he avoids the cannon's blast.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Finally reaching the titan, he attaches himself to it, his tentacles rusting the metal by their mere touch. Climbing the out its back, he forces open a hole into it, searching for the generator. Quickly finding it, he reaches out, all his tentacles burying themsevles within it.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">The effect is immediate. The titans weapons soon lose much of their power, each shot weaker than the last. Rust spreads like a plague along it, seizing up its joints in every area. Its right leg soon falls apart when it touches the ground, parts even being reduced to utter dust. Falling over, more and more parts fall away, until it finally hits the ground with a loud crash. Eventually, 935 emerges, his black eyes glowing with aticipation, he looks out towards the horizen, searching for his next meal...

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Their titan gone, the UOV finally pulls out of the battlezone, falling back towards Fort Gertitude. Whilst it takes some time, order is evetuall restored. Comander Hevavor begins planing a new campaign to take the panet.

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<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Meanwhile... Near planet ???

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">A single vessel moves through the warp. A grand cruiser, colored pitch black and with no visible emblem, it soon arrives above a planet within the eye. This planet was yet another of the rumored "Abyss" Planets... but like much of the others, it's energy still appered normal... well... normal for the warp.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">On the Bridge of the ship were about a dozen S.I.N.s, Maning many of the crew stations. Kneeling in the Center was Wartew, looking slightly annoyed that he had been sent on what he considered a wild goose chase.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Of course he knew the importance of his mission, but having only ever found (and killed) a single Abyssal sorceror (a feat he himself attributed to a lucky guess), they have had no luck in locating any of their forces since. Attempting to find their homeworld was folly as well, as it seemed tzeentch himself was on their side... and given the circumstance he may very well have been.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">And now, this... Chasing down another dead end lead about a gathering of abysall sorcerors, inclusing the elusive alhendors du'un... But even he could tell their were not here. But it was his mission, and not wanting to dissapoint his lord, he stood up. he look toward the nearest S.I.N., his voice the same monotone whispher he was known for...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartew: "Have Units 19, 67, and 109 sent to the hanger."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">The S.I.N. nods silently, sending the command instantly.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Turning towards the door, Wartew sighs again...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He sercretly hoped that this was just another dead planet... Because if he does come across even one Abysal sorceror, he could be in for a long battle, even with the S.I.N.s, and if their were more... well...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He pushed the thought from his mind as he entered the elevator. After all if their were more, than the hand could due well for a good fight, He thought as the elevator's door closed in front of him.