The Invasion

“So, THIS is our target?” he glared into the warp viewer, seeing a large planet full of cities. Floating overhead was the plague ships of Nurgle. “I guesse they might need teaching.” chuckled the warrior through his horrendous mask of death. He turned to the group of warriors, clad in greyish brown power armour, with silver trims. Filthy brown tarp hung from many, along with heavily beaten chainmail. Weapons hung from chains around their bodies, with swords and maces connected by magnetic clamps. He calmly waved a hand towards them. “No, you shall not be required for this mission. It is my duty to spread the word of the true gods of this universe, your's is merely to provide the muscle...no offence intended.” He lifted his crozius from the weapons hanger, and attatched his relic blade and pistols to their mag-clamped holsters. “I go to spread truth to this world of lies!” cried the warrior as he began teleporting to the surface of the planet.

[OOC- this is my chaos character, just saying as not to confuse anyone]

Just as quickly as the ganger was able to raise her weapon to the governor, he had unholstered his and trained it on her, a pretty admirable feat given his age. The volatile plasma weapon glowed eerily, illuminating the dark alleyway. "Don't assume you can get the drop on me, ganger. I have no love for your kind just as you have no love for mine. Difference is, my armor can withstand a few solid shot rounds, can you take a blast of plasma?" His eyes glared angrily at the girl. He didn't have time for this, he should just shoot her now. But something deep down kept him from pulling the trigger, and he still needed her. "Let's go, don't even think about putting a round in my back." He turned on his heels and briskly walked down the alley.

Far above the world, the Cryptic knight Space marine chapter arrived in a system overtaken by madness. Imperial forces were in complete disarray. The third world in the system had gone completely dark, the second world was frantically calling for any Imperial aid, and the first world was seemingly untouched, though their fleets were engaged in a rather massive space battle just outside the third world's orbit. Naturally, the second world in the system was in need of the most aid.

Their fleet had been completely obliterated by chaos forces, only wreckage of several orbital stations and hundreds of vessels littered the sky, while massive chaos warships bombarded the surface below. From the astropath and vox chatter, they had already wiped out one of the massive hive cities on the surface. The initial Cryptic Knight advance was met with success, destroying several warships. But they were soon met with fierce resistance as two Apocalypse class battleships loomed into view ahead. Hundreds of lance batteries shot into the loyalist fleet, damaging several ships, but the most potent threat was the charging nova cannon on the second Armageddon battleship. The Cryptic Knights had underestimated their opponents. And it seemed like the chaos worshippers might keep a firm hold on the planet.

The Defense of the hive wall was getting more bloody by the second. The 101st and 45th regiments were on the verge of destruction, and were being pushed from their positions on the low wall, back towards the hive. In order to reach safe positions by the hive city, they would need to run nearly 3 kilometers through the crumbling city surrounding the hive, dodging artillery fire from both sides while performing a fighting retreat to keep the legions of traitor guard at bay. If they were able to reach the wall, they would be backed up by eight other regiments of guardsmen and hundreds of artillery pieces on the wall, not to mention the great hellstorm cannon positioned ever so conveniently over the massive gate. Entire guard companies covered each other in leapfrog patterns, covering their brother companies as they retreated back, to turn back and cover their own retreat. The sheer coordination of their movements was stunning, surely a testament to their discipline and leadership.

Against a normal opponent, this would have led to minimal losses and kept the enemies at bay. But the Legions of Pandorum were not normal opponents. They cared little about charging into killzones and heavy weapons positions. Thousands of traitors died in their maddened charges, but entire companies were being caught, bogged down in melee, and torn apart. The artillery pieces on the wall rained hell on the traitors, giving the surviving guardsmen some room to breath and make their escape. In the end, only about Five hundred men reached the hive wall out of the four thousand that had been on the low wall earlier. Several companies remained out in the chaos. Whether they were dead or alive could only be speculated, but the Guard commanders knew better than to think optimistically about it. The Massive titan loomed ahead like a perverse omen, its weapon charging audibly. The only line of defense of the hive was the hive wall, and the cold steel of the Imperial Guard.

Scelene muttered curses under her breath but followed the Governor none the less keeping her gun pointed at his back even after her arm got tired and began aching. It wasn't long until they emerged from the alley, close enough to see the lift now.

"So there it is." She announced from behind him. "Now are you going to try and ice me, order your men to do it, or just wound me and leave me here for bait Chops? Because you obviously never planned on 'making it worth my while' just like you never planned on letting a dirty low-life ganger on your precious lift."

She returned her weapons to their holsters and leaned against the nearest wall. This close to what she assumed were Imperial lines there was very little she could do if he decided to discard her. Even if she killed him there would be someone who had seen it, and would kill her for it. Best she could hope for was disappearing the moment he drew on her. Although where she'd go next she couldn't say... there had to be other ways out of the hive... but with Chaos all around her it seemed like the only way to survive was getting off the planet... she might as well have wished to be the reincarnation of the god-emperor for how likely that was.

"Your call Chops," She said after a moment.

Dark Apostle;

So they have decided to drop in re-enforcements? Not entirely unexpected, as animals always so stupid things when faced with that which they cannot accept. It was the duty of a Dark Apostle to spread the word of chaos to the heathens that populated the planets of lies known as the Imperium. All that Proditan had to do was find the resident chaos lord. It did not take him long.
“Need help?” the deranged voice, distorted through external vox systems, had slightly taken the decaying chaos lord by surprise, which was no easy achievement. His second in command, clad in a set of rotting green terminator armour spun on it's heels to stare at the newcomer.
Still in his state of broken sanity, the Dark Apostle was calmly balancing his tainted crozius on his hand, chuckling lightly to himself. As the cruel, angry voice of the chaos demanded an explanation, the former chaplain tossed his staff like crozius into the air, before catching it with an angry snatch.
“I am here for my communion...now I wish to see them.” this was met by a foul stare, even though the helmet Proditan could feel the stab of the glare. “I gave you an army, so it is my duty to teach them of the five gods of the Eye of Terror.” Calmly spinning his bolt pistol on his left index finger, the Dark Apostle decided it was time to change the mood.
With a series of twitches and gurgling, his body twisted and cracked before the -rather confused- Chaos Lord and Aspiring Champion, before returning upright appearing taller than before.
“Dark Apostle Proditan at your service my lord.” stated the marine, bowing deeply. “Now it seems you are having problem with some cruisers? With your greats permission I shalt call in the cavalry.” The champion, Dirgius, scoffed slightly at this;
“What aid from the stars can you, a fallen chaplain, possible give to us?” snarled the warrior through a helmet weeping pus and oozing a thick slime-like fluid.
“I psychic ability may not be as potent as a sorcerer’s, but I do have a unique connection to my ship.” stated the former Deathwatch, tapping his skull helm with two fingers.

Seconds later, out of the void of space, appeared a massive behemoth of a ship. Huge cannons lined each side of the cruiser, it's prow was fashioned into a hulking maw of some form of daemon, with mammoth size cannons poking from the opening. Every single gun upon the cruiser began firing into the loyalist fleet...and then, within the wreckage of the cruisers that it destroyed, the cruiser vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
“So Lord Haman, my communion?”


Deathwatch Veteran;

As the heavens rained metal drop pods, the air fizzled as from nowhere a group of terminators from the space marines above the planet emerged literary from thin air.
“Orders sir?” requested the sergeant, walking towards the inquisitor and Manin's group.
“Aye, we group up, get better weapons and ammunition and kick chaos from this planet!” shouted Manin over the sound of the enclosing titan, the planetary defence forces had a hellstorm cannon that would deal with that, so Manin left that in the back of his head. “Sergeant, you and your squad protect the Inquisitor.” ordered the veteran, feeling slight joy in the fact he ordered an inquisitor to be protected by someone other than himself. “Faust!” the nightsider had remained silent whilst the drop pods rained and the terminators and dreadnought had teleported, but upon hearing it's name, turned to face Manin. Kald'r could tell faust had possible fought an astartes, purely by his defence mechanism when he first met Infernatos, but not Kald'r for some reason. “Take us to one of your caches, we will need all we can get in order to re-take the palace.”
“But we must find the Ascension Lift first!” shouted the battle-sister over the booming noise of Manin's external vox.
“If you say so sister. Sergeant, keep the Inquisitor safe, Ave Imperator.”

The Terminators made their way to the Kill Marine. "By the Golden Throne this bad." says the leader of the Terminator Squad. "Tell me Marine what is your objective as of now?" the Terminators noticed Faust but they didn't seem to care. It was not a priority target as far as they knew. The lead Terminator had a power claw an auto cannon and cyclone missile launchers. His shoulders and knees guards were interesting they looked like Necron heads with knight visors covering where the eyes would be.

The Fleet stood their ground well. Despite the superior forces they also had their own pre heresy ships. A surprising amount actually. The crews were also very experienced they made every shot count. Then a new Space Marine Fleet came in. The Dire Wolves a successor chapter of the Space Wolves who were known for brutal tactics and being a superior close combat force compared to the traitor World Eaters.

They also dropped pods to help out the effort on the ground. The Chapter Master Fengair Valinar was leading the ground forces himself.

Faust chirped an odd undulating sound in the back of his throat that might have been an ‘affirmative’ to his instructions before setting off, turning an ear towards the hulking Salamander to make certain he was following.

Setting a fast pace he scrambled up and over walls, dropping down to open doors or make himself seen so as not to leave his companion behind. He knew he should slow, but being around ‘and so close!’ to other living things put him on edge, the explosive entry of the new Marines in their drop pods, the Cryptic Knights as they had called themselves was almost enough to put him at sensory overload. His heart beat rapidly pumping more and more adrenaline into his bloodstream making him hyper aware and jittery fast making each time he had to pause to make certain the Space Marine could see him almost torture. Like a cornered animal, he felt the need to move, and move quickly just to work the tension out of his trembling muscles.

Leaping for a ledge, he snarled a curse as his long digits closed around a handhold only to be betrayed by crumbling bomb-damaged drywall. Scrambling loudly the claws on his feet tearing grooves into the wall he managed to keep from falling but the noise! The noise! Hissing to himself, he couldn’t even still the snake like rattling of his quills!

“This way! This way!” he called out in his choked impatient gurgle of a voice. Waiting, watching the marine striding through the ruins towards him patiently and inscrutable in his armor Faust willed himself to calm, willed himself to steady up. He was no use to the Emperor, himself, or anyone if he couldn’t master his own wracked nerves. He had a job to do, one that he knew he could do well, there were plenty of caches he’d prepared since he’d first been brought to the planet by his masters nearly a year before and he’d prepared even more in the short time he’d been on the surface. There were weapons and supplies that could aid his newfound companions greatly, and he knew he could provide useful insight in the lightless depths of the underhive when searching for the generator.

Gnawing the insides of his cheeks until the taste of blood filled his mouth he used the pain as a focus, calming he slowed his pace and made certain to stay in sight as he led Infernatos onwards. He couldn’t lead him on a completely safe rout, there were zombies and heretics everywhere, but he did lead him on a rout that required as little fighting as could be managed.