Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24081662-20150505222009/@comment-24081662-20150519021141

The main chaos fleet holds back somewhat so as to not cause undo damage to their new allies, but instead targets weaker fringe targets. Escorts, attack craft, and light cruisers are all obliterated by the fleets immense firepower.

On the planet, the chaos forces immediately begin to retreat. While loyalist forces continue to battle over the city, the war turns sour. With many isolated pockets of forces falling quickly, more ground collapses into the new abyss below the city and more xenos crawl up. While they try to fend them off, the loyalist forces are, inch by inch, pushed back by the indomnitable creatures. They seem able to withstand damage that would kill almost any creature, their exoskeletal armor deflecting force with unheard of ease. Red stingers burrow in power armor, the last warning they have before they detonate, instantly burning through the marines flesh. They dont seem to cause explosive. kinetic, or thermal damage, but rather seem to decay and wither the cellular structure of their enemies. The imperial forces steel themselves and prepare to face whatever comes their way... But nothing could prepare them for what happens next.

With a mighty crash, the entire interior of the city collapses into nothingness, and the only thing that can be seen in the great pit is a strange, unnatural-seeming black ooze, tar pits, black shiny stones and innumerable caves leading deeper. Creatures beyond imagining lurk in the depths, massive burrowing wyrms which tunnel up from the ground and smash through imperial forces, draconic beasts which snarl and blast forth tides of red energy, flying, almost robotic-seeming bat-lyke creatures which slice through power armor with ease. Then, without warning, massive thorny vines- as broad around as three space marines standing shoulder-to-shoulder- break from the ground, spiraling into the sky, and soon where the city once stood there is instead a ravine of thorns, vines, and black draconic creatures.

And with these, the second xeno waves come.

Crashing through imperial lines with deadly, ruthless efficiency, they butcher any isolated forces they can find, tactically and strategically pinpointing every enemy weak point and breaking through it. flurries of red stingers fly, blitz's of red power blasting through armor, great reptiloid creatures bite through armor and flesh.

On the northern side of the city, the greatest assault comes. The few remaining tyranids are ripped asunder by hails of stinging death, led by a strange creature who seems to direct the xeno battalions. Cloaked in mottled red plating, with glowing blue eyes and reptillian features, it charges forward with two three-pronged boomerang-lyke weapons. When it throws them, they move in a smoky blur, a whirling warping shredding death flying through the air. In seconds, most of the tyranid synapse creatures are slain- with one exception.

The web king, burried in relative safety, has only one enemy in front of it. The Dark Sentinel stands ready to fight. The shadow in the warp has lessened with the deaths of so many tyranids, leaving it easy for the powerful sorcerer to break. The sentinel begins the fight by hurling a bolt of warpfire toward the Web King...

Out of the vast ravine, three black leviathians rise from the ashes of the collapsed city, fueled by some arcane method, hulks looking to be of polished obsidian, rising straight into the skies, and begin their journey into space...

Meanwhile, the tyranid bioships are infiltrated by the Phantom squadron, which with practiced ease begin eliminating the tyranids at the source with their rifles and odachis

The primary Aldyraxian force lands nearly a hundred miles north of the city and begins setting up their fortifications, ready to go to war...

On Alexis Alpha, the mirror knights break through the xeno swarms, which spontaneously seem to dissapear into the smoke, to find a room of red polished crystal. Black runes adorn every surface, and a circular table stands in the center, carved with arcane etchings and pictures of some strange ritual... an altar to some forgotten god...

On the surface, at the temple, the marines are suddenly attacked by Chaosborne terminators. Led by the Soulstealer, they attack from the shadows, surrounding the temple and outnumbering the marines. In fact, the marines have only one option if they wish to survive... To retreat deeper into the temple...