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Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Wed Jun 29, 2016 9:38 am

"Epicinium de bello"
Several months have passed since the events in the Serpian star-system.

The Domionions forces, weakened and understrength, but blinded in arrogance by their recent victories, almost lost everything in a invasion attempt that was doomed from the start.

When the Conclaves fleets arrived, they had no choice but to return to the Traxis sector, leaving Serpia in ruins.

Meanwhile the Whitestone Fortress continues it's path of destruction unimpeded.


(Given the large size of the RD forum, we'll be continuing the narrative here, jumping forward several months.

This will make it easier to keep track of the timeline, and what's going on.

As before, if anyone wants to join in then feel free to post an army description in the "Army Backgrounds" topic (ignore the kill teams bit) and ask any questions in the "General Discussion/player feedback" topic. This thread is purely for narrative posts.

Also, please bear in mind that this entire narrative is non-cannon and has taken to some liberties with the 40K universe.

Thank you.)

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Wed Jun 29, 2016 9:44 am

Several holes in reality appear in but moments in time, their warp-born nature quite clear by the uniqueness of their shape and appearance, but this is no warp storm or the beginning of one. In fact, slipping through these portals in a show of stately grace were no less then a dozen Astartes Vessels, and first among them the mighty Battle Barge The Eclipsed and it's tri-fold strike cruiser escort. The vessels moving with a rumbling stately grace towards the planet they had come to bear witness to. A world that had only recently been invaded by the masquerading Dominion under orders from Wolcott. They would be determining the future of their place within this war that was rocking this segmentum, and determining their side. A task not easy for the ancient Reclusiarch Rakus-a great warrior of their order and a direct servant of the Council.

"Brothers, we are here to ascertain the likelyhood of an alliance with these Serpians against the Dominion. Though we must also bear in mind we could join this motley assortment." The skull masked warrior tells the fleet at large, "Though I am unsure of the intentions of these rogues who call themselves the Dominion. Reports from both sides of this conflict are quite varying, we need to look for evidence of Heresy on this world. Specifically, reports of a part of a Legion of Chaos marines."

The grim news causes many glances to and fro among the captains of the companies to be deployed. Uncertain this is the best use of their forces-but it seemed logical. They needed this information before they could make any real choices for themselves. Before the Knight turns to the only non-Astartes fighter on board-an Autarch of the Sulvathan Craftworld-Adraius, an Autarch. "We are here Xenos, as directed, where is your fleet that you said would help us?"

"Unlike you Astartes, we Eldar do not need to decieve our allies." Says the Autarch, pointing out in the distance as several vessels simply blink into existence, lead by a single Void Stalker battleship known simply as The Leviathan. "We shall descend to the planet, ensure you are not late Reclusiarch. I doubt my people will be welcome here."

Within moments of arriving in orbit, Eldar ground forces are appearing in the war torn sections of the planet, Dire Avengers keeping watch as Guardians carefully begin searching for information among the ruins. Any Serpians simply told they were investigating the attack and would be leaving when they had the information they sought. Reassuring them they are on their side by mentioning a force of allied Space Marines descending to help the people as well. They would be working hard to ensure they could stay on the good side of all of these people.
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Re: Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:13 am

Serpia. City of Tharian. The new parliament.
"Where are they!?! Why havn’t you found them yet!” Lord Bishop Bailey demanded.
His outburst came as quite a shock to the members of the new Serpian goverment. They were seated in the new house of commons since the last one’s destruction. As they looked nervously to each other, the new Planetary Governor Radich provided Bailey with an answer from across the parliamentary room. “The remaining insurgent forces have proven rather difficult to find-“
“So you keep saying!” Bailey intteruped. “Yet they keep popping up!”

Ever since the Dominion fleets had invaded, everything had changed. It was like reality had changed and no one was sure what to do. The war had left half the planet in ruin and while repairs were underway, there was so much to be done.
When the exhausted Dominion fleets had been driven away by the Conclaves arrival, Serpia had joined without question. The capital city had been recaptured and to the Serpians horror, there was no one. No civilians, no prisoners of war, no bodies. Just dead soldiers. Dead soldiers and rubble as far as the eye could see.
The southern hemisphere had escaped the war almost entirely unscathed. As a result refugees had fled there in huge numbers. Towns with populations of barely a few thousand would found them with upwards of millions overnight. Order would have been lost if not for the conclave.
While the Helios Guard left with most of their fleets, a large number of Mordian Iron Guard and Tallern forces had stayed behind. They took on the role of enforcing martial law while a new government was established, one designed to rebuild and reshaped the future.
Yet, when everything seemed like it could go back to normal, a new threat presented itself. Some of the invaders had been left behind. Reports had started to come in. Raids on unprotected villages. Strangers interacting with criminal gangs and warlords in languages foreign to this world. Eventually these sightings became so commonplace that the new government couldn’t pretend anymore.
There were Kestrals still on Serpia, and no one knew how many or where.

While the politicians argued with Bishop Bailey, a familiar figure entered the hall. “I’m glad to see that the Ecclisiarchy is taking such deep concern in military affairs… again.”
“Ah, High-Lord General Xavier, you’ve arrived.” The speaker announced.
The Kestral insurgents will be found.” Xavier said clearly, addressing the whole parliament. “The Police, Defence Force, Mordians and Tallerns are working tirelessly and combing every inch of this planet for the enemy forces. This planet belongs to Serpia and any threat will be dealt with in due time.”
Bailey scoffed. “That’s exactly what you said months ago when they invaded. You said that the enemy would be defeated within the hour. Hour, not year! It’s been months! The people of Serpia don’t want excuses- they want results!”
“Well we’re not here to discuss the topic of Kestrals.” Xavier said calmly, maintaining his dignity. “We’re here to discuss the Asatartes that just arrived on this planet.
“Their fleets are requesting docking permission at the new capital city.” Radich confirmed. “What say the military on this matter.”
“We should let them land. While they may not be of the Conclave, we only stand to benefit from their aid. Should they prove hostile the Conclave will protect us.”
Xaviers answer prompted agreement and applause from the rest of parliament, with one exception. “Poppycock!” Bailey yelled. “You’ve grown soft General!”
“How dare you!” someone shouted. “Who do you think you are!” cried another. Even Radich himself spoke on the topic. “Bailey, while the Ecclisiarchy’s support is most critical in Serpias recovery, I’m afraid you’ve gone too far! The High-Lord General has been invaluable in our planets survival!”
“Don’t make me laugh!” Bailey spat back. “They lost that war the minute they landed on this planet! All that Xavier did was lead thousands of soldiers to their deaths, and get beaten up by a mere child! What has he done since then? I’ll tell you! He’s given our planet over to some infernal ‘conclave and so that we’re ruled by them! Having to follow their laws! Laying down the red carpet so that any army can come land here when they want! It’s madness! We should never have joined this damned conclave, and had we not done so, no doubt we’d have found these Kestrals already!”
"We will find the Kestrals." Xavier stated one more time. "And when we do, we will give them a chance to surrender, as the conclave dictates we must. Not what you want, Bailey."
As everyone was about to argue, one member of parliament stood up and cleared her throat. “Given the High-Lord generals continued failure to find and exterminate the remaining kestrel forces, I motion that control of the defence force be given over to new leadership. Lord bailey, for example.”
“What!?!” Xavier growled at the woman. “But they’re zealots!”
“Does anyone agree that we should hand control of the military over to the Ecclisiarchy?” Governor Radich asked. No one responded. “Motion denied.”
Lord Baliey stood up in anger and pointed at Xavier. “While this fool remains in command, the Ecclisiarchy will not be providing any more aid to your government!” and with a swift turn he marched out of the room.

Xavier turned to Radich and let out an angry breath. “I truly despise that man.”
“As do I, but their support and donations have provided food and shelter for millions of refuggees. Without him the people of this planet would suffer more than they already do.”
“Doesn’t mean you should be giving him a seat in parliament.”
“Hmm… well what’s done is done.”
“indeed.” Xavier agreed reluctantly. “In that case then we should schedule a meeting with these Knights of Solaris immediately!”

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:50 am

As the Serpian government begins to plan for the arrival of the marines, a new face enters the doorway of the new parliament. It would come as a surprise most likely, given the fact that the visitor was unexpected and unnoticed, at least until she set her helmet upon one of the side tables with a resounding bang-bringing all attention to the tall armored beauty among them. A long lance at her side as she turns to the humans only now noticing her. As they swiftly looked her over, most found her to be positively alluring. An absolute symbol of warrior beauty, and the pinnacle of a woman's grace. Standing at around six foot, the Eldar was certainly no human, a shock of surprisingly normal blonde hair adorning her features. Steady eyes a lovely ocean blue, though other details were lost behind the heavy armor she adorned herself with. The look of her enough to keep even Xavier silent.

"You have no need to meet the Knights, they will be deploying on their heavy transports to locations my Rangers point them out to. Their Transports will be landing at any space you give them, full of supplies, as they had heard of a war going on here." Is her quip as she settles upon one of the more comfortable chairs in the room, trying not to wrinkle her nose at the smell of the mon'keigh in the same room as her.

"My people will be searching for your, Kestrel remnants, though not many remain I have heard. A few of your local warlords that formed recently seemed to have taken not so kindly to a few threats they heard." She says, waving her hand almost dismissively, "Do not interfere with my peoples mission and we shall have no quarrel with you, as we seek only to find what information we can about this Dominion and what threat they pose. Though we have seen traces of something rather amiss upon this planet, and we are not sure that your people are entirely safe."

With this ill message the Eldar stands, collects her helmet, and begins to leave the room. Though she paused on the way out, "Oh, and Lord General? Remember that you need to remain in command, I will not deal with these others who are so arrogant as to try and push me out of this building again. I was rather keen on simply shooting him, but that would have made a bad impression. My name is Adraius, and I am the Autarch of this warhost." Is her last words before exiting the room, a few minutes later the throttle up of her anti-grav plates on her bike heralds her leaving. The Autarch Skyrunner happy to leave quickly rather then get shot at.
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Re: Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:22 pm

Outside the Parlimentary building Major Thomspon of the Military Police watched as the Eldar jetbike streaked away into the distance. He and his men turned to salute as Xavier exited the parliamentary building. "General."
"Thompson. I need you to get a message out for me." he flexed his metalic hand as they walked down the buidlings steps and towards the limousine by the large gates.
"Yes High-Lord General."
"Tell everyone you can not to fire on the Eldar unless I personally give the order to do so. Be honest with them. Tell them they're with the Astartes. Contact all as many starports in the cities as you can, tell them that the Astartes will be sending down transports with supplies."
"Will do sir." He made several gestures towards other officers and sent them to broadcast the orders.
"I'll be heading back to Fortress Command." As they reached the car door the MP officer standing there opened it for them. "Have your men keep an eye on the Ecclisiarchy for me Major. I don't trust that Lord Bailey."
"Yes sir."

20 miles away, later that day.
The air above the open field filled with the sound of Lasbeams as the new recruits tried again. They had been practising for hours now. Their aim was steadily improving but it still wasn't good enough. Captain Godman shook his head disapprovingly as he watched from his vantage point. The Staff Sargent approached him and handed him a flask. "They're getting better. We'll make Guardsmen of them yet."
Godman nodded half-heartedly. "We shouldn't even be trying to found a Guard regiment yet. The defence force hasn't even fully replaced their losses yet. We should be recruiting from the best of the best, not the best volunteers. I mean look at them. They're barley even trying."
"Everyone starts out somewhere. Besides it's not like they'll be deployed any time soon."
"Move over there!" one of the officers yelled, directing a squad behind a mound of dirt.
"No..." Godman muttered angrily. "No, no, NO!"

He gave the flask back to the Staff Sargent and made his way over to the squad. "Dead!" he yelled and pointed at one of the Guardsmen, catching everyone's attention. "Dead!" he said, pointing to the next. "you, you, you and you, all of you, dead."
"Umm... I don't-" the officer started. She looked bewildered and confused.
"Does that mound look like good cover to you?" Godman demanded. "See that ridge over there?"
"Umm..." she looked over. "No sir."
"Exactly! Because you don't have line of sight! Anyone not as stupid as you could have ran past there and flanked you all! Slaughtered this entire squad already! Never lose line of sight!"
"I'm- I'm- Sorry sir, it won't happen again!"
"It better not!" he yelled. "What's your name!"
"2nd Lieutenant Lily Fairfax."
"Well Fairfax, tell me, do you think this is some sort of game? Some sort of joke?"
"N-no sir!" She seemed to be shaking, her face going white. The Guardsmen seemed to all be taken aback by him too. He didn't care though. They were here to become warriors, not be coddled about.
"You're training to be Guardsmen! Do you even understand what that means! If you come up against Xenos or Daemons you can be damn well sure that I won't be here to correct your mistakes that get everyone killed!"
"I-I-I know sir-it won't happen a-again sir!"
"I expect the best of you lot, and I expect those expectations to be met! Why are you even here, Fairfax, if you're not prepared to do that! If you're not going to pay attention to what you're doing? Are you here just to laze about, is that it?"
"N-No sir." she swallowed before speaking now. "...my little sister was.. taken by the Kestrals. She was in the city they attacked. They never found her body."

Godman wasn't expecting that.
He wasn't sure what to say. There was an awkward pause before he spoke again, this time to everyone. "...We're finished here. Switch your safeties on and collect fresh ammo clips. We try again in one hour."
He walked away, back to the area where the Staff-Sargent was waiting for him. The Staff-Sargent merely handed him the flask again. "You need to be patient."
"... I ...I know but... you were there as well. You must have seen the things I saw. I watched a Chaos marine tear my sargent in half. Believe me, nothing I can do will be worse then what I'll be leading them to fight against."
"Well regardless, the High-Lord General expects us to put on a military demonstration next week. It'd help if you didn't drive most of them to quit before then."
Godman grit his teeth and took a sip of the drink. "If you say so."
The training continued into the night. Godman didn't say another word to them, letting the Staff-Sargent do it instead. Not that he needed to say anything else though, Fairfax made sure not to repeat her mistake.

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Thu Jun 30, 2016 12:18 am

The Eldar forces rejoined with their Autarch barely out of sight from the capitals soldiers. A short conversation afterwords, and the lot of them were off, moving quickly towards the rather lonely camp they had set up in the ruins of one of the older cities. The Eldar watching closely the signs of battle, and wary of anything that would attempt to catch them off guard. Careful eyes everywhere for the Eldar.

"Sister, I know there is something here we are missing, but it is impossible to say what without having witnessed the battle." Says the Autarch, pointing out the area where Wolcott had ended. "There must be some explanation for this hole in the ground! No explosive residue or trace elements? Hardly imperial work!"

"Patience sister." The Farseer replies quietly, her runes weaving in a dance around her. The quiet Eldar having little need to speak as it was, but feeling it best to speak to her sister. "I am attempting to look into the past, to see what happened."

The party continues to guard the area, unaware of the shadowy forces that had been quietly working in the shadows of the city. The remains of Webway portals all that would be all that remained of the Dark Eldars Slaving upon Serpia. The portal they used to move their warriors not far away, only a stones throw from the location they now waited at.

-Meanwhile-

The first of the marine transports begin to touch down quickly with clearance, a handful of Marines carefully guiding the servitors to the locations needed for the supply depots before packing back up and leaving. More transports following the exact same routine, though this was only the beginning of the marine Involvement it was putting a good foot forward.

For the battle companies however there was a different story, as they deployed their forces into six separate Demi-companies with veteran support. All of the forces moving carefully through some regions of the places these outlaws could be hiding. Their orders to find and begin elimination while calling for the other task forces. A basic plan of attack involving surrounding them on all sides. While it would take longer to search each area with less eyes looking, more eyes in more places had seemed more reliable to the Ancient.

Eldar forces scoured the cities as the Space Marines scoured anywhere they might find these brigands who were causing so much trouble. Only time would tell who would make the first move, or who would find who first. It would only be a matter of time until they were found though, no one could stay hidden forever. Though with this search came the search for clues, the need to find evidence about who the more powerful of these two organizations there were.
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Re: Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Fri Jul 01, 2016 11:01 am

A large percentage of the planet was covered in water. This meant that many innocents fleeing the warzones had to make journey across oceans to reach safety in the southern hemisphere. One of the largest refugee camps was Port Harwell, hosting upwards of 7 million people. Starvation and poverty was rife, with entire families living off mere rations in squalor.
Not everyone suffered here though. The mercenaries, once a small group of bandits, traffickers and raiders before the invasion, were thriving better than ever. The lack of a strong military presence in the camp meant they could do and take whatever they like. That was about to change.
The people moved out of the way when they saw them approach. A large line of Rhinos, Razorbacks and bikes sped down the main highway towards the camp. As they approached the border the mercenary guards readied their weapons.

The doors opened and the marines emerged, causing many of the civilians to panic and hide. The marines spread out, staying in tight formations and surveying what they could. Captain Iskis of the Eighth company took in the surroundings. The Ports buildings and complexes had been overrun. Shacks of wood and thin metal had been used to built countless small rooms. There were even some walls made out of lose bits of fabric and rope.
As he casually made his way over towards the mercanaries trying to threaten him into standing down, he found himself rubbing his finger along his bolter trigger. He had been told by Commander Rakkus not to do anything rash. They weren’t here to enforce Serpian law after all, they were here to find the dominion.
One of the mercanries found a speaker and called out to the marines on it. “You are not welcome here! Turn back immediately or we will open fire!”
Ordinarily Iskis would have laught off that threat, but he wasn’t really in the mood. The mercenary officer continued to tell them to go away, but Iskis couldn’t help but notice the weapons that they were carrying on them. Lasguns.
“That’s quite the gun you have there.” He projected through his own, even louder and more terrifying speaker system. “Where did you lot find something like that?”
The mercanaries looked at each other for a second, then opened fire.

He span behind a large shack, firing his bolt pistol once as he did so. It hit the mercenary officer in the face, blowing his head open with a pop and spraying his companions in gore. The rest of his men took action immediately. They didn’t even need to bother aiming. Their bolter shells blew the defences apart like paper. Most of the foe was cut to pieces by shrapnel.
Alarms blared and the sounds of screaming filled the air. The Marines remained steadfast and their sergeants looked to their captain. On one hand this had not gone as planned, on the other hand, he now knew there’d be answers here. There was only one place they could have gotten those lasguns from.

“Assault squad lead the way, Vet squad follow right behind them! Tactical follow on both flanks, Bike squad be ready to assist where needed!” he looked at the Devestators. “You lot with me, there are civilians everywhere so I’ll tell you exactly where and when to shoot, understand?”
“Yes my Captain. What’s our objectives?”
Iskis grinned under his helmet, thankful to finally be doing something worthy of his time. “Let’s say target practice. Search and destroy.”

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Fri Jul 01, 2016 12:33 pm

The Eldar meanwhile, had been engaged by another force of troublesome humans who wanted show off their idiocy at fighting the impossible. The first sign of Eldar notice came when a trio of Lance beams struck the leading vehicles of the convoy approaching to attack them. Those vehicles each exploding quite spectacularly and rolling to a stop. Others joining this stopping area to try and form a barricade to fire from. All for naught, as racing out of the shadows of the nearby rubble came over a dozen Striking Scorpions, cutting into the fighters ranks like a hot knife through butter. The Eldar enjoying the sport while it lasted it would seem, as hot on the heels of the Scorpions came Shining Spears, striking hard into the soft human targets.

The Dire Avengers had by this time moved up to join the fight, the fast disks of their Catapults tearing the front lines of the Humans apart in deadly accurate buffets of force. It seems that the Eldar had plenty to do though, as the Prisms offer only Lance fire from their position. The bulk of the Eldar force unengaged as they attempt to keep a look out for further trespassers upon their work here.

"Sister, come see!" The Farseer finally declared rather excitedly, the vision of what had happened before being shown. Exactly what had happened between Wolcott and Xavier, including Wolcotts grenade and subsequent disappearance.

-Meanwhile-

Captain Terrok of the Third kept his men searching away from towns and villages, figuring that would be far too easy of a target for the Kestrels to possibly be in such an area. His forces searched northwards, among the craters and ruins for the possibility of what they could of the Kestrels. Any bunkers or buildings thoroughly searched through for any sign of movement before the marines moved on-melta bombs set after ensuring their abandonment making short work of the ruins to ensure that no one could use them again.

The marines did not lose hope that they could find these Kestrels, see what they were like, after all it was likely the Kestrels would have to make a stand eventually. They couldn't hide forever on this world, and given the loss of the majority of their forces, it was unlikely they could afford to remain in hiding. The scarce resources of the world would only afford them so much.

-At the Capital-

The lander rather heavily settles upon the world, the entire place shaking for a brief moment before again settling. The thunderous gait of a knight quickly follows however, Lady Vasa of House Kiedrowski having arrived to join the hunt. Her Knight Warden a rather stunning sight to behold with it's Reaper Chainsword, Stormspear Rocketpod and Avenger Gatling Cannon-not to mention it's great height. The Knight bowing slightly to the form of Xavier, who stood nearly at head height in the tall building, "Be careful Vasa! I am not going to lose my only Daughter to these Kestrels."

With a slightly deeper bow, the Warden moves swiftly out of the capital. Loping along the plains of Serpia rather predatorily, hungry for the action that will be taking place here. Her Duchess and herself very eager for the battle to come, it was not often she got to show Traitors the might of a True knight. Though by the end of this war they would learn to fear the Duchess and the name Lady Vasa, if any were alive to remember.
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Re: Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Sat Jul 02, 2016 1:46 pm

Port Harwell.
The assault marines ran through the camp with terrifying speed. the collection of shacks, many stacked ontop of each other in a complicated mess, meant that the mercenaries would only have seconds to react. Their screams were drowned out by the thunder of bolter fire. The bolters only droned out by the crack of the jump packs, superhumans launching hundreds of feet through the air like out of a barrel of a gun, then slamming back down into the earth.
Before long they made it to the tall buildings. once shipping factories, now overun encampments. Iskis looked at the main entrance. Civilians were flooding out of it a panic. If they tried to enter through that way it would be a disaster. Besides, he had a better idea.
Within the the buildings the mercenaries had set up heavy stubbers and traps by the entrances, ready for the marines to run through. they didn't. they came through the walls.
Brick and mortar exploded and giants entered. Bolter shells filled the air and the enemy was blown off their feet. It wasn't a fair fight, not at all.

Long after the battle had been won, Iksis and his men were searching through the remains of the office that had once belonged to the mercenary leader. He looked out of the window and towards the horizen. The refugees in the camp weren't staying around. the fighting had caused them to panic and run. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. Families and innocents. They'd fled here to escape the fighting, only to find it had followed them.
For a second he wondered if perhaps he could have handled everything differently, but he didn't entertain it for long. After all, it's not like he'd started the fight. It wasn't his fault nor problem.
Instead he continued the search, eventually picking up a file of papers and wiping the remains of the leaders ribcage off it. Flipping through it, his eyebrows raised at a point of interest. "Found anything?" one of his sargents queried.
"I have." he confirmed. "A record of clients. There's the usual illegal activity ofcourse, extortion, drug trading, slaver trading, murder... what you'd expect."
"But?"
"...But something unusual. Seems they've been making special deliveries everyweek to a client. That clients been paying heavily in weapons, no doubt the very lasguns they were firing on us with."
The Sargent nodded. "The Kestrals no doubt. What are these 'deliveries' they've been paying such a high price for?"
Iskis shrugged. "Seems to be one person."
"That's... quite a lot to pay for just one person a week."
"Then we better find out why... It seems we have our first lead."

Just outside the Capital.
"Port Harwell is gone."

The declaration caused a great deal of confusion and shock amongst the group. They all looked at each other in astonishment. "B-b-but how"
The comms officer swallowed as he spoke. "The Mercs attacked the marines. They raided the base and slaughtered everyone."
"That's not all." Someone else added. "A convoy was attacked in the old capital city."
"An unmarked convoy." someone else pointed out.
"Aye, but our scout instruments picked up a transmisison, faint but there. Weaponry similar to that used by the Dark Eldar, lance weaponry, fired somewhere in that 10 mile radius at the same time the convoy was lost. Eldar and Marines searching every village and town they can find, no doubt they're not on our side."

"Then they have sealed their fate." boomed a voice. The officers turned to see the Sorceror standing there, towering everyone in his ornamental armor. "They cannot stop us now."
"B-b-" one of the men argued. "But without Port Harwell how can-"
"The loss of Port Harwell is... unfortunate, but then that's why we were using mercenaries in the first place. they're expendable." He explained. "Commander. We need to talk."

The commander followed him out of the tent without a word or protest. The tents were surrounding a clearing that lead to the alter. the arcane warp energy given off by it powering the invisibility field that had kept them hidden for such a long time.
The Sorceror looked back at him and waved his hand about. "we have... harvested... enough of the subjects from Port Harwell to power the alter for another month."
"We havn't got another month though." the commander responded. "they'll find us within a few days."
"Most likely." the Sorceror agreed. "that's why we need to strike now."
The commander sighed. "I was hoping we'd have longer to prepare."

They came to a stop by three Rubric marines. the Sorceror looked towards the alter where many of the Kestral Guardmen were praying. Two bald individuals with ruins etched over their faces were dragging someone towards it. Someone who was screamaing and panicking. they begged for mercy, but they weren't going to find it.
"Everyone wishes for more time." the Sorceror said. "Do you know what seperates us from the degenerates that rule this planet?"
The commander nodded, and watched as the screaming victim was thrown onto the warp fire. "We do not fight change, only enforce it. It is Kestrals destiny to rule all worlds, and we will do so."

he turned to leave, shouting out the orders as the sorceror moved in to tame the daemon they'd just created.

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Sat Jul 02, 2016 3:32 pm

The Eldar viewed the scene of the past, all over the city they viewed it all. The entire city like some giant bubble of the past, but it allowed them to view other things they may have otherwise missed. The Farseer and her council struggling to keep the past view going while they watch the battle, the retreat of the Serpians, and even a view of elements of the Kestrel forces that were left behind. The bubble collapses before they see them all, but the Eldar had been counting heads, a few hundred Kestrels at least. Though victory for these human warriors was far from assured, they were ill at ease, for another force had been there. Something unseen even by the powerful Farseer and her council. "Sister, are our forces in place?" The Farseer asked, pale from the strain she had placed upon herself.

"Yes, all of them are in place, we are ready for anything that is to come." She says, gesturing to her guardians to return to their bikes. Their forces beginning to round themselves up and prepare to move again. The remains of the convoy burning to ash with the wraithfire that had been set to them. Before long, nothing would be left of them except the boots they had left upon the ground. Before finally, most of the host vanish back into the Webway from a portal prepared some time ago for their escape.

The remaining Eldar, just the Shining Spears, surge off southward. Moving slower then normal, but still swiftly. Their destination unknown, but their movement, suggested moving south and east-towards the recently taken port town. It would be hard to know what their goal was, but it would most likely work as well as any plan.

-Meanwhile-

The heavy clanks of the knight are the first things Isksis' Company hears as Lady Vasa approaches, and then the whir of her weapon before leveling an encampment of Mercenaries who had been giving the company a hard time. "Captain Isksis, is it? My name is Lady Vasa of House Kiedrowski. Have you found Evidence of these traitors to their own kind? If so where?" She demands unceremoniously, not one for court demeanor. She wanted these chaos worshipping traitors destroyed as soon as possible and would not tolerate their intrusion for any longer then absolutely necessary.

After reviewing their information, the Knight turns and stomps off towards the meeting point, moving at full tilt off towards the location. Rather irritated that she had to do so much work to get this working as it was supposed to. She was going to hunt these traitors down, and there was nothing that could stop her advance. Though the well known throttle of space marine bikes warn her they are following her. As well as the less known sound of Eldar anti-grav jetbikes, a dozen Windriders appearing suddenly to ride alongside the fast moving warriors. Unbeknownst to anyone but the Eldar, the Shining Spears match their progress carefully.

-Someplace Hidden-

The Marines of Aldravos company remained hidden as instructed, silent as the grave. Most seated in the specially designed places for their company, the rest stretching their legs. They figured it would take a little while before it would happen, so they would wait til duty called upon them.

Meanwhile, Among the populous of every Serpian city wandered individuals in plain brown robes. These people were taller then most, and seemed out of place among the shorter serpians, but the fact was the serpians simply assumed they were northerners-Who were mostly taller then the southern folk-or maybe Xavier's personal soldiers. Whom many had seen wearing similar guises while hunting down insurgents and the like, so they didn't question their business. Figuring that the figures were busy or were doing important work.
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Re: Aftermath

Post by Signet-Powers » Sun Jul 03, 2016 3:52 pm

Capital city.


Xavier was sitting at his desk when the buzzer rang. He got up in his seat and checked his collar was done up properly. He opened the door himself and greeted the guest. “Captain Godman, a pleasure.”
“The pleasure’s all mine High-Lord General.”
Xavier returned to his desk and gestured towards the empty seat across it. “Please…”
Godman sat down in it but kept his shoulders tense. “I must apoligise for this impromptu meeting general, I’d have preferred to have debated a better time with you, but with the exercise next week I’m afraid I don’t have any time.”
Xavier nodded. “Ofcourse. What do you wish to discuss.”
Godman hesitated before speaking. He glanced towards Xaviers metallic hand. He’d been there. In the city when the Kestrals were pushed off. Xavier had read the reports that he’d managed to kill a marine, pin a whole squad of them down until they retreated. He was naturally the best candidate to train the planets first Imperial Guard regiment. He was regarded as a hero by the people and a man of awe by the defence force.
And yet, he had the face of a man who didn’t sleep. Paranoia, the sort that never leaves. Xavier recognised it the first time they’d met. Godmans eyes would dart towards the slightest loud noise. Perhaps that was why he chose the responsibility. To train the experimental company of Guardsmen that would serve as a basis for the regiment. He wanted to back in a war zone. Where he’d know that his fears were real. The reassurance of it.
“The company’s not ready.” He explained calmly. “I need more time.”
“The exercise is next week.”
“They’re kids.” His voice was raising slightly. “You gave me a month to train fresh recruits, I need longer than that, a year at least.”
Xaviers expression was grim. He stood up, his metallic hand shaking once more. He grabbed it and held it steady. “…Do you smoke?”
Godmans shoulders calmed slightly. “No sir.”
“I used to. Had to stop. Causes health problems. I’ve been going straight since the battle. It’s… only a small problem to have to deal with, but it’s caused me a great deal of irritation.” He raised his head and looked Godman in the eye. “I cannot compare to the ordeal you must have went through, but I understand.”
Godman said nothing.
Xavier breathed slowly. “The exercise must take place next week. Lord Baileys been going on non-stop at parliament over our… guests, insurgents and allies. I think many of them are starting to believe him. We can’t afford another setback.”
Godman swallowed. “…very well sir.”
“-But,” Xavier continued, “we only need the excise to look good. Do that, and I’ll give you whatever you need to train them.”
Godmans lips curled. “I think I can do that.”
“Excellent… then we should-“
He was interrupted as the door burst open and Major Thompson of the Military Police burst in. “General! Sorry to interrupt but this is urgent!”
“Thompson, what’s going on?” Xavier asked.
“One of my officers just got sighting of soldiers in Kestral uniforms!”
“Where?”
“Main road junction.”
“Main ro-“ Xaviers eyes opened wide. Godman shot up from his seat. “But that’s here, in this city!”
“It was a squad car, spotted two individuals in Flak driving an unmarked truck. They moved to investigate but we’ve lost their vox-signals.”

Further down in the city, James had been having a bad day. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the car steering wheel to try and calm himself down. The last thing he needed was this traffic jam that had suddenly happened. After a minute of no movement he opened his door and stepped out. “HEY!” he roared. “WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG!!!”
“Some trucks stopped in the middle of the road!” someone else shouted back to him. He looked down the street to see the large black Lorry that had parked at an angle where no one could get past. Right in the middle of a busy street.
“Unbelievable…” James scowled. Other people had gotten out of their cars as well and seemed to share similar views of annoyance. James rubbed his hands together, locked his car door and began to walk over to it, like many people seemed to already be doing. “This day cannot get ANY worse…”
The Lorry door opened and a few figures leapt out. He was wearing some thick maroon jacket with green plating on it. James couldn’t make it out very well but the men seemed to be carrying rifles.
“What’s going on?” a mother asked, leaning out her car window as her kids complained in the back. “Are they soldiers?”
“Must be.” James agreed.
The Maroon soldiers climbed up to the back of the lorry and opened it, revealing the creature chained inside.
The people screamed. James recoiled in horror. The mother leaned back in her car and rolled up the window.
The soldiers fired their guns at the chains restraining the Daemon and moved out of the way quickly. It burst forth and screamed into the air. The thing was large and blue. It had two huge arms and was covered in faces of mad, cackling teeth.
James just stood there, petrified, as more of them burst forth. The Pyrodeamons of Tzeench.
He turned and ran back to his car. He could hear people screaming. He could hear the Daemons roaring down the street behind him. He arrived at his car and pulled the handle.
No! he’d locked it! he reached into his pocket and tried to pull out a set of keys. He was about to insert it into the car door when the car infront of his reversed. It slammed into his car and crumpled the bonnet, as well as sending it crashing back into the one behind that.
James cursed and looked back to the Lorry. The daemons had spread out with terrifying speed. Floating and gliding from point to point. They were faster than any of the people trying to get away from them. Fire and acid spawned from their monstrous bodies, drowning the street below them and bellowing out hundreds of feet in front of them. James got a good view as the car with the mother and children was engulfed by the warp flame. Their bodies twisting into organic monstrosities that he’d never forget.
He turned and ran, ran as fast as he could like everyone else was. Cars smashed into each other in their panic to get away, only making everything worse.
And then the lasbeams. The soldiers had climbed on top of the trucks, taking pot shots at anyone they could. James ran past a man as a whole was blown in his chest. He ran past a woman as he leg was blasted off.
It was like he’d stepped into a nightmare. He just kept running. Running until he reached the next junction that lead to the second street. He turned to go down left and felt relief like never before as the countless Police Tauroxes skidded past.
He didn’t even stay to watch, he just kept on running.

The police cars stopped and the officers got out. They raised their autoguns to fire, only to hesitate when they saw what they were fighting. Their weapons did nothing, even the autocannon rounds from the Tauroxes only causing the creatures to dissipate then put themselves back together. The officers where about to get back in their vehicles when the second Lorry pulled up.
This one wasn’t carrying Daemons though. It’s doors opened and the Sorceror stepped out, followed by Rubric Marines and Kestral Guardsmen.
“Traitors!” the police chief yelled to his men. “turn your fire! Put them down!” the officers that weren’t fleeing back into their vehicles turned heroically to shoot at the sorcerer. It did nothing, much like against the daemons.
The Sorceror slowly stepped forward as the rounds pinged off his armor. “Defiant even against the inevitable. How disgustingly predictable.” He swiped his right hand, releasing a spell he’d spent a good few minutes charging up.
A wave of translucent energy passed over the entire street and reduced all of the police officers to mere dust. Their bodies dissolved quicker than their brains had time to recognise it was happening and their uniforms fell to the earth. The vehicles that had been driving where no empty and crashed into the walls, kicking up the dust of the civilians who’d been hiding there.
The Sorceror approached the dust of one officer and kicked it with his boot. In the distance he could hear the sounds of more attacks, similar to this one, being carried out in multiple locations across the city. He’d made the orders clear to the Kestrals commander. They had to buy him as much time as possible.
He turned and made his way towards his objective, cloaking the Guardsmen that accompanied him in a spell of invisibility and letting the Pyrodeamons continue their rampage.

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Re: Aftermath

Post by Lightningsymphony » Sun Jul 03, 2016 5:17 pm

Of course, this plan immediately has a much more serious complication as those hooded strangers appear from random side roads and buildings-before the Kestrels can even react to their presence their Catapults are cutting them down. Their rapid movements knocking the robes away, their blue armor and red-black helms revealed. All across the city do the warriors of the Webway-a mass of Dire Avengers engaging the Kestrel forces. Though relatively few in number, their ranks are swiftly bolstered by the silver and black guardians of Sulvathan as they appear from large alleyways-the trap had been sprung by the Kestrels need to move and it was a deadly one. Catapult disks and Missile fire from the guardians stopping up streets and preventing the Kestrels from moving far.

The Daemons had special opponents to deal with though-and as they attempted to turn and fire upon the Avengers a wailing unearthly scream fills the air. The Howling Banshees of the Ebon Witch slamming home their charge before the Daemons can recover. Powered Swords and Executioners cutting down the warp monstrosities with unerring efficiency. Strike after strike killing the Tzeentchian daemons rather spectacularly. Of course, this battle would not last as long as the Sorcerer hoped. The Eldar had been an unexpected force in this case, their actions having given no indication of this preparation and having cut off their retreat, forcing them to engage the superior Xenos in combat.

However that did not stop the sorcerer-who swiftly moved towards his target-but it would not last forever. Already Xavier and most of the Government had been moved out of harms way, so only physical locations could be found to be assaulted. Not to mention the fact a more potent force awaited in silent hiding amongst the capital building, awaiting the sorcerer should he arrive. Locked away in places even witch-sight could never pierce.

-Meanwhile-

Lady Vasa, not informed about the sudden assault upon the Capital city, moved to the meeting place with all speed. Eager to engage an enemy she could blow apart, if only for the moment. Her escorts of marines staying with her, but the Windriders-warned of the city by the arrival others-quickly split off. Disappearing into the horizon while the Knight tracked her lead.

As well, the marines of the third and eighth conducted similar searches for the needed evidence. Going so far as to engage non-Serpian militia across any locations they searched. Combing the planet in excess for any more they could find, needing information about the Kestrels reach upon this world. Finding the fighting strength of the Kestrels insufficient to deter them from their goals or to entice them into alliance with the Dominion after reviewing accounts.

So now the Marines and Eldar sought the heads of the Kestrel Insurgents, seeking to bring this to a swift close as soon as possible. So they could move on to Traxis and seek their real enemy. As all notes of the Kestrels pre-retreat pointed out their mysterious benefactors, a force behind them and the Marines that raided with them. So now they seek to find out what that can about this mysterious ally.
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