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Futuristic The Return of the Primarchs (Warhammer 40k RP/PM for Invite)

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Namarië
The following narrative has been derived by both after action and eye witness accounts of the Defence of Valtmar from Hive Fleet Leviathan, Ork Waaagh! Hive-Killa, and 88 Legions of Khorne led by Ka’Bandha.
The aggregate account given for dissemination among Imperial High Command has been sanctioned and approved by the Holy Ordos of the Inquisition.

The Devastation of Valtmar

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The destruction of Cadia and the smothering grasp of the Noctis Aeterna has plunged the Imperium into a near communication black out. Warp Travel is slow and hazardous even within the same Sector. While the enemies of Mankind circle and swarm the marooned worlds. Cut off from reinforcement and even plea for aid. Distress calls go unanswered across the Galaxy. The Sun Angels, fresh from the bloody wars on Armageddon and Cadia had returned to their homeworlds of the Valtmar Hegemony. A welcome respite except for the 3rd Company which remained on Armageddon to oversee successful follow-up operations. Save for the grave news which reached them in the waning weeks of the nine hundredth and ninety-ninth year of the forty-first millennium. Hive Fleet Leviathan had breached into the Galactic Disc from under its plane and was still making for Holy Terra. The only saving grace, ironically, was the conditions of the Noctis Aeterna slowing its tendrils grasp. Now, the Hive Fleet sought to follow a winding path and descend upon Terra via the north-eastern routes of the Segmentum Solar. Through the strategically important and stable region of space known as the Hegemonic Gate.

The Imperium was besieged, and Holy Terra was under Demonic assault. But even as these fragmented and weak astropathic communications came and went the threat loomed. As such it was through the wisdom of the Lord of Angels, Dante, that the Heavenly Host would marshal its strength in the Hegemony alongside all mustered and available Imperial assets. To blunt and if possible, defeat Hive Fleet Leviathan before it can gain access to the environs of the Sol System. The Imperium's presence in the region was great at least. The Hegemony was long a strong bastion of highly productive and populated worlds and more than one Forge World with numerous smaller Forge Fanes on lesser planets. While, reeling from the onset of the Noctis Aeterna significant Imperial assets had regrouped in rendezvous over the main worlds of Valtmar, Solaria, Hesperidium, and Belletyne. This would lead to the event known as the Devastation of Valtmar, or in Imperial Historical Accounts as the Battle of the Hegemony, as one of the largest Imperial campaigns waged in the closing days of the forty-first millennium. One that would involve millions of Imperial Guard soldiers, Aeronautica airmen, voidsmen of the Imperial Navy, and thousands of Astartes belonging to the Sun Angels and all their Successor Chapters.

Of the Imperial Navy and attendant Aeronautica Imperialis the mighty Battlefleet Valtmar was amassed under the command of newly minted Lord Admiral Sean van Zandt, an officer of Terran stock from the Merican Gulf Hive Cities. While the Imperial Guard was amassed and deployed under the overall command of Lord General Robiere d'King, also of Terran origin from the Northern Merican Baronial Hive Cities. While the Canonesses of the Shrines and Cathedrals on the worlds of the Hegemony were marshalled and composed of a priory from the Order of Our Martyred Lady, Sanguine Rose, and the entirety of the Order of Our Golden Queen. The Inquisition similarly mobilized the regional Deathwatch from their fortress in the Girdle at Ashfall alongside various Ordo Xenos inquisitors and their retinues to augment the tactical knowledge of other Imperial forces. While the Sun Angels accounted all their successors: Carmine Blades, Angels Excelsior, Angels Encarmine, Blood Knights, Blood Drinkers, Angels Sanguine, Angels Erythean, Angels Glorious, Angels Numinous, Angels of Light, Angels of the Grail, The Midnight Host, The Dark Knights, Angels of the Midnight Sun, Angels Penitent, Angels Vermillion, Golden Sons, Golden Palatines, Solar Templars, Solar Hounds, Sun Lords, and Blood Legion, Silent Wardens, Helican Brotherhood, Flesh Tearers, and Blood Dragons. Alongside, rather surprisingly, renegades in the form of the Night Lords, Angels Excruciators, and Crimson Host.


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The earliest indications of Hive Fleet Leviathan's approach were confirmed by listening station Rho-Hospex 14 in the Akkadian Shield asteroid belt in the Viltran System two point one light years away from Valtmar itself. The Viltran system with the worlds of Lys, Akoshara, and Galliena were part of a ring of systems known as the Angel's Halo. Just within the encircling nebula known as the Girdle of Myrromyne. The Angel's Halo being a ring of shield worlds and the outer most defenses of the Hegemony. It was here that the first battles of the war for Valtmar would be fought.

The very first contact was in orbit of the world of Akoshara. A dusty world but mineral rich and home to the large hive city of Akosha. Garrisoned by the 4447th Cadian Airborne. Dante, however, had not been complacent and had planned a rapid counterstrike once contact had been made. In coordination with an Imperial Fleet organized by Lord Admiral van Zandt and under the tactical command of Solar Admiral Vandred di Augusti the Imperials launched a massive naval sortie on the flank of the incoming tendril. However, the Hive Fleet upon passing through the Girdle and outer asteroid belts, primarily composed of ice, had adapted via secretions which hardened into thick diamond tough layers. The massed guns of the Imperial Fleet were less effective and gradually pushed aside by the sheer amount of Hive Ships arriving. Forcing an Imperial retreat once the fleet began to be overwhelmed.

The Battle of Akoshara began in earnest with Imperial Guard General Malor Ghresh sending frequent astropathic updates until the shadow in the warp obscured transmissions. The battle of Akoshara was lost in a matter of hours as the Guard and PDF forces of the Hive City fought a brave but ultimately futile defensive action that ended in a frantic withdrawal from the world.

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(Troopers of the 4447th Cadian Airborne's 5th Company defend evacuation sites amid the ruins of Hive City Akarosh)

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It had only been a couple of days when it became clear that the Hive Fleet had fanned out in its pursuit of targets and a multi-pronged invasion of the Hegemony was underway with fierce orbital duels between Imperial Navy taskforces and ground-based void capable attack craft of the Aeronautica Imperialis erupted over Lys and Galliena. But also, on the world of Volgirre in the neighboring Voltaris system. The 4447th Cadian Airborne was sent to reinforce the 6777th Cadian Airborne at Volgirre while Dante coordinated the defenses of the increasingly besieged Angel's Halo shieldworlds.

Lord General Robiere d'King bolstered the defenses and launched tenacious counterattacks in areas of mass Tyranid infestation on both Lys and Galliena in engagements involving hundreds of thousands of Guard soldiers and millions of PDF. Even personally taking command on Galliena when General Feldt's HQ was overrun during the climactic Battle of Aureolus Hive and in a spirited defense involving eight regiments of the Arcite Patricians Heavy Infantry Regiments re-equipped from Forge World Solaria a repeat of the chaotic retreat from Akarosha was avoided. Allowing untold numbers of Imperial civilians and the orderly withdrawal of Imperial Guard forces from the world when it became evident that the planet would fall to the Tyranid Hive.

For as valiant and masterful as the Imperial defenses were, as tenacious its commanders, the Tyranids kept coming in their billions.

While on Lys the world became besieged and bypassed by the larger Hive Fleet after a spirited two-week defense and a daring strike using nuclear weapons that destroyed numerous Bioships and hive infrastructure across the planet. At the cost of 604 of the 1,000 Marines of Solar Hounds.

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Approximately, 15 hours after bolstering the garrison on Lys and realizing the Hive Fleet is bypassing the world to penetrate deeper into the Hegemony, Dante, withdraws the Astartes forces from Lys and engages the Leviathan vanguard bioships near the Red Scar Nebula that juts across the Terra-Ward region of the Hegemony and the central worlds. The Hive fleet seemingly spreading out among the Nebula and its errant planetoids and asteroids as if searching for something. The Sun Angels and their successors eventually determine the Hive is hunting for an Inquisitorial Citadel belonging to the Ordo Xenos on the rogue planet of Maloris. The Astartes fight a sharp search and retrieval operation before destroying the infested fortress with a cyclonic torpedo. The object pursued by the Hive being a Xenos artifact of some sort, supposedly a weapon according to the Ordo Xenos, a fact proven true later on.

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The Angel's Halo Enveloped...


The retrieval of the Xenos artifact seemed to galvanize the Tyranids and Hive Fleet Leviathan launched a full force, redoubled, assault on the Angel's Halo with fighting erupting all across the Hegemony from Saint Bellicosa Shrine World to the pearly blue skies of the Agri-world of Aera. On Saint Bellicosa the Order of Our Martyed Lady bolstered the morale of the Imperial 222nd Army under General Hektor Draviere and the Golden Sons 4th Company. While on Satyr among sprawling Industrial factories the Regiments of the Vostroyan Firstborns XXXth Army fought Tyranid Hormagaunts and Lictors alongside the Satine PDF. On Aera Valkyrie patrols and the bravery of the 44th Imperial Aeronautica Wing allowed the defenders time to secure themselves within fortified settlements. Through the vast hab-stacks of the great city of Phodia on Asphodex whose levels and avenues became choked with alien dead. While on Tartaros the Valhallans and Vostroyan Tank Regiments fought amid poisonous mists to protect the city-domes of the world. In each of these emerging battlefields it seemed the Imperium would prove victorious. But at the cost of countless Imperial lives.


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<Strategium Session 016/Arx Sol Angelicum>

The Fortress-Monastery of the Sun Angels on Valtmar was as much an imposing citadel as it was aesthetic beauty. Angelic statues, golden and silver crenelations and filigree in the stonework, stained glass windows, and marbled floors. The City of Valtmeris encircled the mountain-top fortress in wide semi-crescent. Home to millions. The City of Diamond Spires. It was truly a hallmark for when the Primarch, the Golden Queen, of the Sun Angels still walked amongst her sons.

Heavy boots fell on the marbled floor as the armored form of Dante entered the large strategium room held in the third sublevel of the Tower of the Sun. Lord Admiral Sean van Zandt stood off to the side with a dozen naval officers and aides while the rest of the room was filled with the rank and file of Lord General Robiere d'Kings command staff. A pair of Sanguinary Guards, the golden honor guard of the Sun Angels, flanked Dante as he arrived. The Lord of Angels presence eliciting a bow of all those present.

While scrutinizing a large holographic projection of the planet was the Imperial Govenor of the Hegemony, the Solar Regent, Penn Hyran. It had been tradition for millennia, since the Primarch herself, that the Regent be a mortal.

"Status Report," said Dante.

Van Zandt spoke first, "It is as expected. The Xenos continue their tactic of besieging and then bypassing the shieldworlds. The Angel's Halo shall be fully besieged in a matter of days."

"We must assume the Tyranids are already nearing the inner worlds."

Dante reached up and removed the beautiful, grim, battle mask that had the features of his Primarch. His face was chiseled and finely featured. High cheekbones and noble brow. Long black hair and bright eyes with a hint of red like all the Sons of the Golden Queen. His mouth's movement showed glimpsed of elongated canines. The retractable fangs another feature of the Chapter and their successors gene-seed.

"I concur with the Lord General. We must make final preparations."

"I shall assume field command aboard the Domina Solari." The Emperor-Class Battleship was one of the principal command ships of Battlefleet Valtmar and served as the flagship of Van Zandt.

Dante nodded. He had pulled back nearly all of his Astartes to the inner worlds in anticipation of this.

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The Waaagh! and Battle of Arcane-Vangelis...

Whether by coincidence or the Emperor's intervention, the Tyranid assault on the inner worlds did not come as expected. The reason for which becoming all too clear in the early days of the final year of the 41st Millennium for the Imperial defenders. Waaagh! Nid-Killa under Warboss Krull Ur Maulla, a protege of Ghazghkull, who favored the attritional combat of fighting the Tyranids above all, came crashing into the region. Assaulting the Hive Fleet from its Rimward flank in a bloody path across Galliena, Lys, and Saint Bellicosa. For the most part the Orks largely ignored the beleaguered Imperials and fought in massive engagements against the Tyranid swarms. While in the void thousands of Greenskin ships, a vast armada, rampaged through the Hive Fleet regardless of losses.

However, this only slowed down the Tyranid invasion of the inner worlds and the main tendril of the Hive entered the inner sphere of worlds bound for the twin worlds of Arcane and Vangelis....


The Battle of Arcane-Vangelis 878-899.999.M41
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When the Nid's arrived in the vicinity of Arcane & Vangelis, twin worlds orbiting a common barycenter, they were met by a carefully orchestrated trap to lure the Tyranids into a costly assault, already fighting multiple fronts and now assaulted by the tireless Greenskins, it was hoped the xenos hive fleet would be blunted or at least parried here. Lord General Robiere had organized a fearsome terrestrial defense with no less than six million Guardsmen, hundreds of millions of planetary defense troops, and backed by the Skitarii and Battle Automata of the Vangelis Forge-Fane Magi. Further, the Astartes of the Angels of the Grail, Midnight Host, and Dark Knights had been deployed. Over 3,000 Marines. While I, Lord Admiral van Zandt, had organized a hammer and anvil of no less than thirty battleships, eight cruiser squadrons, and over one hundred screens.
-Combat Journal of Lord Admiral Sean Van Zandt, dated 875.999.M41

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(Imperial Titans of the Legio Solaris counter-attack Hive Spires alongside the Death Korps 62nd Army and Tanks of the Nemesis Brigades)

Hive Fleet Leviathan struck at Vangelis first and the skies of the world became alight with thousands of AA guns, missile batteries, and las-cannon emplacements. Ground based macro-cannon batteries fired their tank sized shells at descending bio-ships while flocks of Imperial Attack Craft engaged swarms of Tyranid fliers in the skies above the Forge-Fanes and urban conurbations. The Imperials were dug in and tight coordination between Guard and Mechanicus forces had been achieved via constant liaison attaches and noospheric links.

On Vangelis the Tyranids swarmed over the sweltering sandy planes and toxic waste-dunes in their millions before the trap laid by Lord General d'King was unleashed. At his signal aboard the mobile battlestation Archangel, the Fortress-Monastery of the Solar Templars that had been deployed in reserve at the last moment by Dante, once it became clear the full might of the Hive Fleet's main tendril was targeting the twin worlds. The Templars, a crusading chapter, had accordingly mustered some 4,000 Marines, in orbit.

At 1100 Hours new suns erupted on Vangelis as the Imperium and Mechanicus unleashed a barrage of 288 Deathstrike Missile Platforms, 426 Bombards, 1,104 Manticores, and 7,499 Basilisks. Billions of Tyranid Bio-Forms and dozens of emerging Hive Spires were destroyed in the apocalyptic atomic barrage and follow up counter-attack with the more conventional Guard artillery. While in orbit the hammer of the Imperial Navy engaged in conjunction with the anvil arriving on the flank of the Hive Fleet.

Thousands of Tyranid Bio-Ships were destroyed in the furious assault that also included the guns of the Archangel and Astartes fleets of the Solar Templars, Angels of the Grail, Midnight Host, and Dark Knights.

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It seemed the Imperium would strike a grievous blow against Leviathan when the Hive fleet split and pushed forth with larger ships not yet seen before. Ships that lowered to orbit and out of vast sacs birthed creatures of monstrous proportions, rivaling Imperial Titans and Knights in size. Leviathan had deployed a force gestating all this time. Cohorts of Bio-Titans, dozens of Heirophants, Dactylis, and Harridans backed by pairs of Dominatrix synapse Titans deployed along a fresh wave of millions of lesser Tyranid bio-forms on not only Vangelis, but also striking at Arcane in a furious orbital assault in conjunction with an insidious Genestealer cult uprising in the bowels of Arcane's cities.

The Genestealer cult was however small and new in number. Likely seeded only weeks before and as such targeted only one specific objective. The city void shield arrays. The coordinated assault damaging the void shield generators sufficiently to cause their collapse and swarms of Tyranid monstrosities landed directly onto the city streets. Forcing the Imperials and Astartes of the Dark Nights to fight an abrupt urban fight across hundreds of levels and hundreds of square kilometers.

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(Imperial Guardsmen and PDF Troopers battle Genestealers on Arcane)

All while this was occurring the Hive Mind introduced a startling new tactic not seen before in either the First or Second Tyrannic Wars. Leviathan launched coordinated boarding actions of Imperial warships. Swarms of Tyranid attack ship sized bio-craft engaged the point defense batteries of the Imperial Navy and even managed to board several vessels. Disgorging Genestealers and Tyranid Hormagaunts into the decks of Imperial vessels. Several ships were lost in this furious surprise boarding action, those lucky enough to overload their engines detonated with the force of a new star while the might Retribution Battleship Adrasti, overran with 90% crew dead, and genestealers about to breach the Enginarium overloaded its warp-drive while on collision course for the center of the Hive Fleet. Detonating in furious storm of vibrant magenta and orange the ship disintegrated and took thousands of Tyranid ships with it into the warp.

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They've breached the outer blast doors!
The voice of the ships officer of the watch, a redheaded woman by the name of Sabine, shouted as she drew her las-pistol. Lord Admiral van Zandt clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to issue fleet orders. The kill ratio in the void was impressive, 57 to 1 in attack craft and 93 to 1 in ships but they were losing, slowly. The Hive just had more and more to throw at them. Fresh waves of hundreds of bio-ships arriving on sensor read outs and auspex array projections by the minute. Thousands of attack craft and over one hundred and thirty-four imperial navy ships had been lost in the course of the engagement. They just kept coming. The mass of a moon was descending on Arcane and Vangelis each.
They're at the antechamber annex! Lost contact with Deck 37 through 42! Enginseer Norstrum is readying emergency overload protocols on your mark Lord Admiral. Lord Admiral?!
Van Zandt due his twin side arms, a laspistol and a bolt pistol, turning towards the blast doors as they began to dent and heat with whatever sick bio-acid was being belched upon them.
Ready Reactor Overload on my Command.

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The Domina Solari had been boarded by dozens of clawed Tyranid bio-breachers disgorging thousands of creatures and genestealers onto the decks of the mighty Emperor-Class Warship. But still its guns fired and the armsmen sacrificed themselves in a merciless hall by hall, compartment by compartment, siege and counter-assault action. But the Imperium in space was being overwhelmed and the wrecks of both bio-ships and starship hulls began to rain down upon the twin worlds like the fury of a vengeful god.
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You're certain Inquisitor?-Dante
Yes, Lord of Angels I am certain. This is the Magnitovitrium as described by compiled research among the Conclave.-Lord Inquisitor Harken Valquameda
May we use this weapon? What is its tactical usage to us. As abominable as that may seem.-Dante
Truly abominable but the theoretical is no less than the temporary creation of a gravitational implosion anomaly roughly 26 million kilometers in diameter.-Lord Inquisitor Harken Valquameda
Has this been?-Dante
Tested. No. But observed. The Grul-Stran Incident a century ago in the Ghoul Stars matches this very artifact. Further, interrogation of Xenos captured from Necrontyr tomb worlds corroborates this finding.-Lord Inquisitor Harken Valquameda
But you would advise against this, no?-Dante
I would advise against the use of any Xenos weapon, officially. But these are desperate times. The Halo is breached and communication with the wider Imperium is cut off while the Shadow in the Warp smothers the region.-Lord Inquisitor Harken Valquameda
Unofficially, I would demand this device be remit to my keeping.-Dante
Very well. May the Golden Throne protect our souls.-Lord Inquisitor Harken Valquameda

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As the Imperial Fleet began to be forced into gradual disarray and individual captains began to retreat as their hails to the Domina Solari went unanswered. The Imperial forces on Arcane and Vangelis began to feel the full un-mitigated might of the Hive Fleet as billions of Myocetic spores rained down upon them. On Arcane the Dark Knights stood shoulder to shoulder with the forces of the Guard and local PDF as they were forced back into the upper hive citadels and barracks-fortresses. Millions of Imperial citizens, like those on Akarosha, slaughtered by the Tyranids and fed to the gestation pools being formed across the planet.
While on Vangelis Imperial Titans dueled Tyranid Bio-Titans with Princeps Gallaceni valiantly sacrificing herself and her Warlord engine to buy time for Imperial forces to fall back to inner Forge-Fane defenses bound by rivers of magma mined from the planets mantle. The situation was growing increasingly dire by the hour as the Tyranids through themselves at the bridges across the magma rivers. Bridges that were blown by the defenders when they became precarious amid spiraling casualties, and while millions of civilians had managed to cross millions more remained trapped on the other side. Whether to spare them or not a second barrage of atomic weapons was unleashed upon the Tyranids in the outer forge fane districts and beyond. The Guard and PDF closing themselves in rad-shielded bunkers or donning anti-radiation equipment. The Death Korps volunteering to hold the river perimeter while the defense reorganized. Fighting a hit and run war in the inner defensive works and walls against infiltrating Lictors alongside the marines of the Midnight Host and Angels of the Grail.

It was now when Dante struck with the Sun Angels, Knights of Blood, and Angels Excelsior. The Knights of Blood combat dropped onto Arcane while the Angels Excelsiors 1st Company conducted a rapid breach boarding action and placement of the Magnitovitrium in the core of a massive Bio-Ship believed to be coordinating various Hive elements. However, the Hive Mind caught onto the threat and the 1st Company could not exfiltrate and stoically activated the weapon while sending a singular transmission: For the Emperor.
The detonation of the Magnitovitrium manifested in a rapidly expanding gravitational vortex. An artificial black hole and warp-null zone that winked out of existence a planets worth of Tyranid bio-ships in a matter of seconds. The Sun Angels combat dropped onto Vangelis as the Hive Fleet went into disarray and the voice of Van Zandt came over the vox detailing the repelling of boarders and rapid fleet counter-offensive was underway.

The Sun Angels at Chapter strength landed and drove the disorganized Tyranid ground forces before them like fire in a wheat field.
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(Sun Angels Terminators engage Tyranids on Vangelis)
The Siege of the Inner Worlds

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We'd repelled the Tyranid's from Arcane and Vangelis but at what cost? Estimates could only be guessed but at least 66% of the civilian population both planets were dead or consumed by the Hive Fleet. Imperial Guard casualties exceeded 72% with most Regiments below combat effective strength ratios. The Mechanicus fares little better with a sardonic report that at least 64% of all combat assets were lost or 'inoperable'. The Legio Solara reported the loss of 11 Engines and critical damage to 9 others. The Sororitas remarked a reported loss of 3,300 Battle-Sisters while the Astartes have been tight lipped, but eye-witness testimonies seem to corroborate a guess of around 820 fallen members of the Adeptus Astartes.
A victory but a hollow one.
-Lord General Robiere d'King, Campaign Journal Entry 22
///Log Ends\\

The use of the Magnitovitrium may have salvaged and dealt a bloody blow to the Hive Fleet. Buying precious days as the xenos were observed chaotically attacking Imperial and even Ork forces with little benefit. Seemingly, struggling to reorganize and re-orient its predatory path through the region. Solar Regent Penn Hyran had however been vigorous in the war effort and as much as the casualty lists spiraled so to do the conscriptions. Twenty-two million souls were enrolled into the Imperial Guard and PDF across the Hegemony and a hundred million more pressed into levee labor services to fortify the inner worlds. Reinforcements were sent to the beleaguered shieldworlds to keep them in the fight and a monumental logistical task of supplying their besieged populations was carried out around the clock under the supervision of the Solar Regent. Truly, the fact the Shieldworlds were holding as best they could and remaining in the struggle was testament to her administrative and economic acumen.

But the tactical and strategic front had remained grim. The Orks had gradually began to diversify their targets and now Imperial bastions were coming under Ork assault as well as Tyranid. While the Astropathic Choir had confirmed that the main mass of the Hive Fleet had crossed into the region. Much to their strain and madness, a struggle that saw the deaths of no less than a dozen Astropaths, but to their credit the psykers of the Astropathica kept to their stations and did their duties. Monitoring for communications.

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A Cautious Hive Mind....

The Tyranids had pulled more than one surprise and that had given both the agents of the Inquisition and the officers of the Imperial forces in the region pause. The Astartes Chapter Masters rightfully assumed the Hive Fleet was evolving and learning at the tactical level and not just blindly funneling in resources like previous Hive Fleets were expected to do. A fact most apparent when the Hive Fleet struck at the Saint Sabine Naval Port in the outskirts of the Inner Worlds. A large naval bastion as the furthest orbit from the triple sun system that the inner worlds sat within. Admiral Cubrick had been in command and the swiftness of the attack was unprecedented from the Tyranids. Complete with genestealer subterfuge that distracted the station and a massive assault by both long range attack-fliers and fast assault bio-ships the Tyranids scored a rapid victory. Destroying the port and reducing both a cruiser and escort squadron to drifting debris.

The Tyranids progressed much slower now. Taking a circuitous route and utilizing comparatively minuscule tendril fleets to probe Imperial defenses grouped in a series of spheres around the inner worlds. The Astartes Fleets and Imperial Navy fighting a series of intercept, rearguard, and delaying actions across the system. It was clear that the Hive Mind was trying to force the Imperials into a decisive void engagement in which to be overwhelmed and destroyed. A dour reminder of the pernicious tenacity of the malicious intelligence behind the Tyranid swarm.

Meanwhile Dante had pulled all Astartes forces back to the inner worlds in exchange for two million Guardsmen being deployed to Arcane, Vangelis, and the Shieldworlds. The inevitable was coming...

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On the Feast of the Sanguine Ascension the skies of Valtmar lit up as the Imperial Fleet and Astartes ships in orbit opened up their batteries on the incoming Tyranid Bio ships. Hundreds of Imperial vessels dueled a seemingly endless stream of Xenos bio-ships in the space around Valtmar. Lance batteries tracing the night sky in fine beams of light. Macro-batteries forming millions of tiny starlight pinpricks. While swarms of Imperial attack craft juked and dived amid vast hosts of smaller Tyranid bio-craft.

The Astartes Fleet arranged in four battlegroups under the command of Master of the Fleet Bellerophon accounted for 31 Battle Barges and 104 Strike Cruisers with hundreds of smaller ships arranged themselves over Valtmar and Hesperidium while the Imperial Navy supported the protection of the inner worlds alongside a Mechanicus Fleet from the Forge World of Solaria. The latter accounting for over a thousand ships including forty-five operational battleships. But the Tyranids had thrown over fifty-thousand bioships to each world with more in reserve.

The sky above Valtmar erupted in a firestorm as the vessels of the Space Marines slammed their way into the midst of the approaching Tyranids, launching storms of nuclear-tipped warheads. The Tyranid fleet took grievous losses amounting to over 300 Hive Ships and an untold number of lesser vessels. As impressive as this naval action was, it was hopeless. One by one, Space Marine Battle Barges and Cruisers were isolated and overwhelmed, battered by organic missiles and enveloped by swarms of smaller bio-ships. The entire Angels Excelsior Chapter was wiped out defending the orbital dockyards and grav-elevators of Hesperidium, and a second Tyranid fleet of tens of thousands of more bio-ships revealed itself from behind the moon Ballastine. The remnant of the Astartes fleet was helpless as this force began landings on Baal and its two moons.

The Imperials constructed a 4-layer defensive line consisting of not only Space Marines and heavy cannon batteries but also a moat of Thirst Water and large amounts of Conscripts and Regiments of Imperial Guard brutally held in place by Chaplains and Commissars. The first twenty waves, each larger than the last, were driven off at great loss by the Imperial forces. However, the Imperials held firm, in large part because of the Valtmeris Void Shield array which protected them from heavy artillery and flyer organisms. The Tyranids countered the Thirst Water moat by filling it with their own bodies, allowing for larger Tyranid Warriors, Carnifex's, and Exocrines to cross. This allowed the first line to fall, and the Space Marines covered the retreat of the mortal conscripts back to the walls. However, the Tyranids were still unable to penetrate the Void Shield, and the Hive Mind quickly adapted. A Lictor behind Imperial lines identified a derelict tunnel deep beneath the Fortress-Monastery which Trygons tore open. The Lictor along with a large amount of Genestealers infiltrated the depths of the Fortress, with the latter launching themselves at the hall containing the sarcophagi of Neophytes undergoing Insanguination. This enraged the Space Marines, and Dante himself led the counterattack to save their next-generation of warriors. However the Hive Mind had counted on this diversion, and in the meantime the Lictor disabled the Void Shield generator. The Imperial position reversed dramatically as the Tyranids began overrunning the Fortress-City. Five Chapter Masters died in the desperate battle, including three in the Dome of Angels alone.

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(Sun Angels battle the Tyranids amid the Fortress-City of Angels, Valtmeris)


Gabriel Seth and his Flesh Tearers initially held the Sun Angels Aspirant training facilities while the Carmine Blades held the Astropathic Station. The Space Marines initially held their own thanks to formidable, recommissioned Horus Heresy-era fortifications and weaponry, but the presence of the Swarmlord himself turned the tide in favor of the Xenos. Dante managed to slay the Swarmlord, but was badly wounded in the process. It was upon this that the Xenos readied a massive assault using what appeared to be all reserves. Throwing a quarter of a million Bioships into the battles on Valtmar, Hesperidium, and Solaria.

A trillion myocetic spores fell upon the inner worlds as untold billions of Tyranid bioforms emerged. The grievously wounded Dante carried on the command of the defense of the City of Angels even as the inner sanctums were breached after a month of constant battle.

~980-999.999.M41

The Last Stand of Angels...

As the Tyranids breached into the inner sanctums of the Sun Angels Fortress-Monastery and the Forges of Solaria were being overrun while Hesperidium's cities lay in ruin and alight with the fires of chaotic warfare. Lord Admiral van Zandt carried out a desperate struggle in space even as half of the Imperial Fleet in the region was destroyed or crippled and forced to retreat. Even as his own flagship the Domina Solari suffered heavy damage and trailed debris and smoke trails. While on the ground Lord General Robiere d'King, most of his command staff dead in the fighting as thrice his command post was breached by Tyranid bioforms, had taken up position in the confines of the Tower of Sun with himself personally plugged into the data-stream watching overwatch and signal transmissions across the battlespace.

The Sun Angels were down to a couple hundred Marines, also the Flesh Tearers who had suffered similar casualties on Hesperidium. The Angels Excelsior, Angels Excruciators, and Crimson Host had been all wiped out. The Solar Hounds, 400 survivors from their battles in the Angel's Halo gave their lives in a heroic last stand defending the evacuation of civilians at the Angel's Gate Spaceport. The Angels Penitent was down to seventy marines fighting with the one hundred and thirty-four survivors of the Dark Knights defending the Reliquary Halls of Ancients. While the remnants of the Solar Lords, Midnight Host, and Angels Numinous defended the Dome of Angels. While the Tower of Angels perimeter was being held by the Solar Templars and Angels Sanguine. The Angels Glorious had made a self-sacrifice to destroy a major Hive Synapse complex and allowed several other chapters and dozens of Guard regiments and PDF brigades to retreat to the inner sanctums and bunkers. The Chapter serfs stood armed beside their Astartes masters with remnants of Guard regiments grouped around Astartes positions. The Sororitas of the Order of Our Golden Lady and the Golden Palatines still held the inner basilica of the Cathedral of Our Blessed Queen which also possessed bunkers holding a hundred thousand civilians.

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(Flesh Tearers Battle Tyranids on Hesperidium)

This was it; Leviathan had gambled it all and had overwhelmed the Imperial defenses, all other strongholds across the region besieged or otherwise cut off. Then the skies rent asunder as the Cicatrix split the Galaxy, Warp Storms erupting, and the Astronomican while flickering in the final days of M41 went dark. Emerging from the Warp Storms came a bellowing roar as Ka'Bandha, Arch-Nemesis of the Sun Angels descended onto Valtmeris with eighty-eight legions of Khornate demons. Swearing that it would be it that would destroy the sons of the Golden Queen once and for all. The Demons of Khorne drove into the untold numbers of Tyranids and all hell broke loose across Valtmar as the skies rained blood and the plains and fair valleys of the world became slick with xenos blood and demonic ichor.

The rich fields of Valtmar burned, the forests and snow capped mountains ran red, and the skies darkened crimson-black.

The arrival of the Great Rift and Daemons prevented additional Tyranids from arriving but killed every defender upon Hesperidium. With the Hegemony itself cut off from the greater Imperium, Chapter Masters ordered a desperate call back to all defenders across the Inner Worlds to consolidate on Valtmar or Solaria. Only the sacrifice of the Knights of Blood, an excommunicated Successor Chapter who had nonetheless been accepted as allies by Chapter Master Dante, allowed the survivors to board their vessels and escape, as Hesperidium was overwhelmed by warp-spawned monstrosities. As Seth’s forces retreated, they caught one last glimpse of the Knights of Blood, hurling themselves into the thick of close combat with mindless ferocity, fully enveloped by the madness of the Black Rage.

It all seemed lost until the flickering signal appeared at the edge of the Valtmar system. Signals bearing codes from Holy Terra itself.

<<This is Titus Ironborn, Valtmar Control Respond, we are attacking the rear of the Tyranid Hive Fleet and inbound to make planetfall in four hours>>.

The Hive Fleet was broken as the incoming Indomitus Crusade reached the Hegemony and the forces of Khorne were expelled in a furious campaign led by a returned Primarch of the God-Emperor of Mankind. A swift rebuilding scheme enacted to restore the Sun Angels numbers and those of their successors. While Primaris Marines were also used to refound destroyed and wholly new chapters.

It is now 131.M42 and the Imperium's survival is still precarious.
 
M42
World of Parsarius

A Primarchs home…

City of Coronet.

Detailed Imperial Units in defense:

109th Harakoni (Understrength)
173rd Cadian Mechanized (understrength)
1037th Composite Parsarian Rifles (Irregular Unit, Understrength)
Coronet City Arbites Units
Order of the Lady’s Rest (Minor Sororitas Convent, Understrength)


Status: Urgent, Sector level support requested.

Loading…No units currently in the area.

Winter Contingency is in effect. The shrine of St. Elia’s rest must not fall. Coronet City must not fall. Winter Contingency is in effect, the Primarch’s home must not fall.

Winter Contingency call acknowledged, Raptors Chapter Inbound, Retributors Astartes Chapter inbound, Lamenters Chapter inbound. Astral Glaives Chapter inbound (Unconfirmed)

Hold. The. Line.


The Sky was on fire. The Aegis array barely holding under the withering fire of the Tau bombers as they battered it with their railcannons. They had been up to this for hours now, swooping down low to avoid the heaviest of the Defense laser grid for strafing runs, with only the wreckage of a scant few of them marking where the ancient defense cannon had been able to catch them as they attempted to speed above the shield.

They had 200,000 Civilians sheltering in the city and the Xenos had resorted to mass bombardment from conventional artillery on top of their bombing runs, obviously having never come against something as sturdy as an Aegis array.

Staff Sergeant Clare Brunhild watched the lightshow from her gun pit. Her lass rifle at the ready near her shoulder. That shield array would stop orbital bombardment and prevent the faster units from penetrating, but she knew from intel reports over the Vox that enemy infiltration units were already being dropped in to search for the reactor complex powering both it and the few still operating Defense lasers.

They had come in a few nights earlier, using the system’s star to mask their approach and quickly waylaid the local defense picket. They had guard units with them, a mauled Cadian armored unit on leave, and a small spattering of Harakoni on the same ticket.

Still, the left most of the outer city and its defenses up to the Blue hats, and she didn’t fancy her odds considering her platoon only had a single Hunter Killer missile team and a few spare single use Krak rocket launcher and the Xenos, those blue skinned tau karkers had bloody dreadnoughts and knights, or what ever passed for those, among their kin.

Unfortunately for the first few infiltrator units, they had met the battle sisters protecting both the Shield array and the reactor complex, and their first go on the largest of the Defense laser cannons had been met by the Harakoni counter dropping right on top of them.

A call came over the Vox that brought her out of her day dreaming. “D Platoon, this is Battalion CP, you have stragglers running for your position, the Harakoni are running them down, preparing to be their back stop.”

“Afirm.”

Shouldering her rifle, she checked it over while barking orders. “Look alive folks, those Drop troopers are pushing the bluies to our killbox, check targets and leave none alive!” a cheer came up as her platoon of around 20 men did the same. She had a full rifle section, an AT team, a heavy stubber team and a Cadian Chimera on standby for support. They were covering a T intersection. Her stubber team was situated in the building behind her, an old Cafe, and the AT team opposite. The rest of her riflemen were situated in gun pits and foxholes dug in to the concrete with overlapping fields of fire

They went quiet as the sounds of battle neared. Then, through the mist of fog and the clouds of pulverized concrete came the soft whining as one of their APCs, something called a Devilfish, swerved into view, a krak missile missing it by a hair’s breadth and impacting an apartment building. It corrected itself and accelerated down the avenue before swerving into the intersection, its chin gun sending bolts of blue plasma down at the shadowed form of the Harakoni as they danced from cover to cover, some even sprinting across rooftops as they fired potshots at the grav tank as it steadied for another shot.

Suddenly one of her platoon fired a Krak rocket into its side, tearing open a hole in its side as the vehicle lurched and died, dropping to the ground with a thump while its rear doop fell open. Stumbling out came the forms of tau fire warriors, looking dazed and swinging their long rifles out in random directions only to be met by the bark of the heavy stubber team opening up from behind and above her.

She and her gun pit opened up with their lass guns as the first few Tau were stiched up by high caliber tracer fire, covering the emerging xenos with multiple streams of lead and hellfire. In a moment they were all dead, cracked and holed armor, scorched and blasted meat.

Emerging from her foxhole, bayonet ready she was flanked by her own squad, two firemen, a grenadier, and a pair of lost arbites hastily conscripted to act as her personal bodyguard, shotguns at the ready. Bayoneting the first body, she and her squad did the same to the rest before the arbites chucked a pair of frags into the hull of the APC to make sure, a pair of muted thumps registering their detonation.


She raised her hand to the vox report the action when a glint of blue caught her eye and she looked skyward only to see the form of a tau dreadnought, a battle suit, leveling one of its plasma guns on her squad. “Cover!” she screamed as she dove for the street, only to be picked up and thrown by the force of the plasma blast that threw her squad in all directions. Landing on her back, she gazed up, dazed and numb as the thing went about dispatching her other gunpits with its plasma guns as it rocketed up into the air.

It was then the Chimera answered, its lass cannon opening up on the suit as it jerked in an attempt to avoid it. Swinging its guns to the APC it fired a return shot that reduced the turret to slag just as the gunner found their mark, spearing the suit dead center and burning a hole through its chest plate as it went limp and fell to the ground.

Clara looked back up at the sky, the world going dark just as she saw a storm forming in the twilight...



The Bridge of the Arethusa’s Wrath.
Somewhere in the warp.

The man stood over the console as he quickly pressed buttons and imputed commands. Ancient consoles blaring to life, long dead power circuits once again coming to life for the first time in until millenia.

Behind him, the deck rumbled with the noise of giant, metallic footsteps. A voice, low and smooth, spoke out. “Is it time, Gene Father.”

The man stood over the consoles as the massive form of the ancient behemoth lurched forward, long dead plasma drives sparking to half life and nearly burning themselves away at the strain. “Indeed, Macharius, indeed it is.” He pointed out the front of the windows as the formless, shapeless unreality before them gave way to a golden light. “A rift is opening, I just received a garbled transmission over my personal receiver, wake the others, the long war continues.”

“What does it say, Gene Father.”

“Our home is under threat.”


High Orbit above Parsarius.


Reality broke as the warp rift opened amid the Tau fleet, tearing vessels in half and utterly crippling others with bolts of arcane energy and tendrils of warp fire as the realms material and immaterial met and savaged the Xenos vessels with energies they were ill equipped to deal with.

Out from the portal, amid the still burning wreckage came something of utter nightmare. A vessel, a singularly massive behemoth that defied Tau understanding emerged prow first, its potmarked and scorched bow beholding a blazing sigil of a five fingered hand clutching a dagger.

As the beast emerged it gained speed, its titanic bow catching a still disabled Or’rs El’leath class ship, the command vessel of the fleet, and shattering it utterly under its titanic weight. Their command and control ship lost the xenos fleet scattered as the massive battleship, now identified to be an Imperial vessel unlike any they had ever encountered before, fully translated the rift from the warp and hung for just a moment as the wound in reality was forced shut by some power they didn’t understand, the flash of golden light burning their sensors for a brief moment.

As they attempted to right themselves and regain cohesion, their sensors regained clarity just in time to identify multiple weapons systems powering on and massive, gothic gun turrets swinging about to lock on them.

Just as orders were given to open fire, great beams of sun hot energy lanced out from these turrets, ancient macrobatteries spat the shells they had that remained in their magazines, and torpedoes left their tubes and oriented to find targets among the shattered fleet. Fire blazed from all sides as the ship made its hatred of the Tau manifest, shattering cruisers, piercing shields in single shots as Tau ships left and right were gutted and blown apart by the apocalyptic solvo of weapons fire savaged their numbers.

In moments, as the vessel rocketed down towards the planet the fleet was gutted, utterly so. Cruisers, battleships, escorts alike were not safe from the wrath of humanity made real as the massive battleship destroyed all it fired on, its wrath akin to that of an angered, vengeful god.

What few remained attempted to flee, only to be picked off at ever increasing range as the godsbane lance batteries stripped shields and lanced hulls in single strikes.

The behemoth right itself and fell into the atmosphere, it keel armor glowing white hot as it made reentry into its home.

On the ground the Tau forces went into disarray as orbital cohesion was lost, their communications awash with panicked cries and pleas, only to be replaced by deafening silence.

Shas’O Vrayla watched with confusion as orbital relays and scans went dead as the head of the Tau battlenet seemingly died in orbit. Had the Imperials broken through? Was another Tendril of a Hive Fleet?

What was happening.

One of her aides waved for her to watch the view from the main view screen set up in her ad hoc command center amid the still blown out control tower of the Starport. Being Situated some dozen kilometers from the city, it was the ideal and obvious spot to command her forces as they attempted to take the city.

Gazing upon it, she watched as the dark form grew larger and larger in the twilight of the sky. “It reads as an Imperial Vessel” the air cast aid was cut off by Vrayla’s shout. “A single Geula ship took out the fleet?!” “Yes ma’am, it emerged from an anomaly in space and eliminated our orbital assets with extreme prejudice. It does not match any known references from our records, but captured records of the Guela identify it as a…a “Gloriana Class battleship.”

“Size and weight class?”

“23.8 Kilometers in length, 1 Kilometer in width and height, and nearly 120 billion tons of mass.”

“By the greater good…”

“Estimated velocity puts it…puts it on a crash course with our lines!”

“Did we disable it?”

“No Ma’am, its main drives are sputtering, whoever is piloting that thing is using station keeping drives to steer it on course.”

“I'm getting energy flare ups! It's firing weapons!”

“Brace for impact!”

Yet none came, for instead of rocketing the starport with its weapons, the Titan of the void instead answered with lance fire as great pillars of light turned night into day as they swept across the lines of the gathering assault force, atomizing everything they touched. The command room was awash with blaring white light as it did so, only the growing shadow of the ship as it neared its landing causing it to dim.

Shas’O Vrayla watched in sheer, utter dumbstruck as the behemoth landed with a resounding boom that rivaled any she had ever experienced before, shrouding the battlefield, her lines, and the entire city in a great plume of dirt and dust to rival any atomic detonating she had ever seen.

The ground, the room, the very world shook as the ancient starship settled in the dirt and mud of the plane outside the city, crushing the army beneath it flat.

As she attempted to recover from the shock of the sheer insanity of the events before her, her aid called out to her. “Ma’am, I'm receiving a message over open frequencies. It’s being transmitted over all of them.

“...Put it on.”

In a moment, with the crackling of interference, the voice spoke in the Geula Tongue.

“...I repeat, this is Clausewitz Parcarian, Primarch of the 13th Legio Astartes, Son of the Emperor of Mankind, to any and all imperial troops holding the city, Hold fast and stand too, reinforcements are coming. My home will not fall for as long as I draw breath. To the xenos who have walked upon its soil and killed my kin, know too, that I am coming for you, Personally…”

“It repeats after that, Shas’O.”

“Give the order for all surviving units to disengage and return to the star port, we have to call for help…”
 
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Three Days later...
Coronet City Defense Bunker Complex
Command Center.


"Ten thousand years..."

The words left his mouth as but a whisper, the towering form of the Primarch, clad in his dark artificer armor still bearing the scars of a long war fought in the fringe during the dying hours of the Apostacy...It haunted the room like a specter. His helmet was removed, yet the dim lighting of the command center sent long shadows on his weathered face.

He took a long breath and let it out slow, so damn slow, with the near momentary flicker of emotions playing out on his face being the only thing betraying his calm, and even then, only his sons, Castor and Pollux, veteran brothers of the 1st "Iron" Company had the ability to detect it, the momentary shift in their father's normally stoic calmness when face with adversity.

The gathered men and women in the room represented the total sum of the command cadre of the city's defense. Jump Captain Hanne Schmit of the 109th Harakoni heavy drop corps, Colonel Constantine Valintin of the 173rd Cadian Mechanized, Colonel John Killgore of the 1037th Parsarian "Blue Hats" Rifles, the planetary PDF's highest surviving officer, and Coronet City Arbites Provost-Captain Hanz Ulbrecht.

"Ten thousand years and yet the Long War persists...blessed thee, oh children of Man, that you have held aloft your King's Kingdom through naught but blood and sacrifice."

Leaning down, he hunched over the Tactical table. "I am assuming Command of the situation. Give me a situation report." His tone was overtly placid, yet Castor and Pollux, the twins, could sense the latent venom that dripped from his words.

Colonel Killgore spoke first, being the highest rank in authority present and spoke in quick, definite terms. Clause found himself liking the man already.

"They call themselves the "Tau", they are an outwardly friendly and diplomatic Xenos race in possession of advanced warfighting capabilities and advanced tactical command and control structures. They prefer to fight in rapid fluid warfare maneuvers using sophisticated communications and control mechanisms."

The primarch spoke. "And what is their reason for sieging my home?" Colonel Kilgore nodded and continued. "They tend to prefer diplomatic and covert subversion of civilian populations to turn worlds for them before ever resulting to military operations, they attempted some years prior to reach out, as we seem to be on the edge of their sphere of expansion. They were...rebuffed. Curtly so. No shots were fired, as the Lord Commander Ironborn has put to mandate we avoid as much open conflict with the Cicatrix Maladictum and the Tendrils of Hive Fleet Leviathan still active and about."

"We had no prior word of their advance, they simply exited the warp at the edge of the system, burned hard to engage and subsequently dispatched the orbital picket fleet. They would have taken the orbital relay station, but its crew elected to activate their self-destruct canticles before they were overrun, denying it to the Xenos."

Clause nodded. "Continue."

"The Sororitas met their initial infiltration and assault units first and stopped them dead with the aid of the Harakoni who were, despite being on leave, the first Guard unit to don kit and respond." With this he turned to Captain Schmit.

"109th Harakoni...I distinctly recall your unit went by a different cognomen during the time of the Crusade." With this the young women, as she was indeed barely in to her late 20s, nodded. "Vasilia's Helljumpers, sir, at your service." He nodded. Another one he'd began to like.

Turning to the other Colonel of Junior rank, he gazed upon him expectantly. Colonel Valintin spoke. "We were also on leave, sir, we took some heavy hits as a part of the Crusade Indomitus."

Lastly, he turned to the Provost-Captain and expected his report. "All quiet so far sir, Morale was dipping, and we expected a revolt of some kind, but the arrival of a Son of the God-Emperor seems to have squashed that."

This brought something to the forefront of his mind, and with a sigh, the primarch spoke. "Let me get something clear and presant. I understand a lot has changed in my time...absent, and that most of you look to me as some form of...divinity, demi or otherwise notwithstanding. When, and only when, we have banished the wolves at our door may you treat me as such. You may address me as lord Primarch, nothing more or nothing less. I will not waste time with flowery language or religious suplications. Do I make myself clear?"

The various affirmations were made just as the armored door to the command room was slid open to reveal the power armored forms of three women, bolters held in the hands of all of them. The twins met them at the door silently, their own bolters held in a low ready, seemingly stopping short any sort of entry theatrics they had planned.

"Castor, Pollux, let them pass."

With out hesitation, the twin Astartes, clad in the gold trimmed, garnet painted armor parted to allow the battle sisters through. Stepping forward, the leader seemed to hesitate for a moment before removing her helmet, revealing a attractive face, framed by short cut brunet hair. "By the God-Emperor, it truly is the greatest of his blessings to be in the presence of his most holy son-" Clause cut her off.

"Report."

This seemed to take the wind out of her proverbial sails, the women stuttering for a moment before answering. "M-my Lord I-" Clause held up a hand and straightened, towering over everyone in the room. He was not a psyker, he wielded no Psykana like some of his siblings, but every primarch had a certain charisma around them.

"I said report..." His words trailed off, obviously waiting for her to identify herself. Seemingly deflated, she did so. "Elianora Varun, Sister superior of the Order of our Lady's Rest." Clause nodded, his face softening a minor bit. He was already forming assortations and conclusions. She was obviously a veteran or at least well-trained soldier, and her entire order, or at least its combat cadre, were donned in powered armor and wielding nonstandard bolters. There, of course, also the deep religiosity that wafted off this woman and her compatriots.

Great, more zealots.

"
What is the status of you and your formation".

The women cocked her head for a moment before speaking. "178 Sisters, only 60 or so of them combat capable, and that's including the trainees. We aren't really a combat contingent, most of us with arms are here to guard the Hospitallers in their work as doctors and nurses. We are based out of and operate from the Blessed Convent of our Lady at Rest, St. Elia. It's a hospital."

Clause nodded. "I hear you and yours were the first to rebuff the Tau during their initial combat drop." The women nodded, a flicker of uncertainty playing on her face. The Primarch kept his gaze on her for a moment before his face broke into a genuine smile. "Good work, sister superior. Are you the most seinor of your unit?"

The women beamed for a moment before answering. "Technically no, Cannones Morwrn is, but she's not a battle sister, or at least an active combatant. I'm the most senior in terms of combat rank."

He nodded. "Castor, Pollux, have Sister Varun and her chambers militant folded into the Iron Company, make it known to the Old Man they are to coordinate and cooperate with our own forces. We need all the bolters and hands to wield them that we can get."


Turning to the others he began issuing commands. "Jump-Captain, you and yours are to coordinate and act as QRF for the Parsarian Rifles, Colonel Valintin, your armor and heavy assets are to support them. Colonel Killgore, you have the numbers advantage now, when Jump-Captain Schmit and Colonel Valintin are engaged, you are to station and mass supporting elements, I understand the 1037th are mostly infantrymen, but you have the weight of fire now. If the Tau are fond of maneuver warfare, deprive of them this, pin them down, hem them in, force them into killzones and boxes."

"Show them the mastery of urban warfare Humanity long ago attained."


Turning to his two gene-sons, he spoke again. "Castor, Pollux, you and the Old Man are to act as the final hammer for any incursions, if the Auxilia forces can't eliminate them, cut them down with bolter and Plasma."


"I am going for a walk."



The Plains...

Utter Ruin, destruction, desolation. It was words like this that the scene before her brought Shas'O as she and her bodyguards dashed and danced through the night as they made headway towards the wasteland that was once her front line, once her assault force. 26,000 Tau of the fire cast, Tanks, APCs, even the lesser suits of her crisis contingent, all gone in an instant under a hail of energetic hellfire as the human ship made its home on the plains.

They had sent drones first, only for the first few to be lost to some form of Data-warfare her technicians weren't too sure were Human or...something else. The last few had been engaged by what seemed to be the many automated defense turrets that dotted that behemoths hull. Their scout teams though...

Every single one of them dead, most turned into mere meat paste and metal fragments strewn across the ground, a few simply torn to bits and pieces of gore by...something.

"Shas'O, we are being watch-" He was cut off, the transmission going static as...as...something flying at a ludicrous velocity lanced out from the city walls and shattered the XV8 suit of Mor, one of her bodyguards. Her own XV8's sensors weren't able to fully scan the object but registered a momentary velocity of nearly 8 kilometers a second. In a moment she gave the order to spread out and activate countermeasures, several plumes of smoke and chaff went out, momentarily bathing the area in flashes of light. A noise, a distant crack of thunder and another impossibly fast object lanced through the growing cloud of smoke and chaff to find Takar, the next bodyguard, and simply erase his chest plate with impossible speed. His limbs, the rest of his crisis suit spun and flew into the night, streams of blue-purple blood and viscera dotting the ground.

On pure instinct she activated the jet pack on her suit and rocketed into the night sky, her sensors on full active scanning, drinking in every detail as they surveyed the field and the walls.

There, atop the walls. A figure, an outline of one, clad in a cape that seemed to bend light around it. A rifle, a weapon she didn't recognize and one her tactical array only labeled as an extreme threat. A Flash, another distant crack of all mighty thunder as the round lanced out...

"Shas'O I have a shot!"

Her head snapped low, the warning to not attempt to use his own rail rifle cut short by the horrible sound of shredding metal and pained screams as the Human mass driver round tore through its Tau counterpart, leading to a chain reaction and a detonation rivaling a plasma bomb detonation.

The force threw her up even farther and forward, her thrusters barely keeping her upright. With a thud she landed and rolled to a stop, her suits auto gyros kicking in and bringing her to feet. Another flash, another crack of thunder as a round tore off her suits left arm, sending its gun spinning off into the distance. Futily she raised the other plasma gun only to have another thunderous round sheer it off cleanly at the should joint.

Standing there for a moment her and the figure locked eyes for a moment. The figure stood, letting its hood fall and his light bending cape deactivate, showing an armored form that her scanners told her was taller than her own crisis suit.

She stood there, dumbstruck. Just who was this human. In a moment it clicked in her head. The Drones, the Scouts. It was a trap, a lure. The Data-warfare was some form of esoteric jamming, it was all to lure out some officer of rank to capture or kill.


And she had fallen for it. Hook, line, and sinker. She didn't even flinch as the next flash of light and crack of distant thunder came, only closing her eyes as her suit's sensors went dark, and she lost consciousness.

On the wall.

Letting the rifle fall to a low ready, the Primarch keyed up his vox unit. "Macharius, send the dragons, trap has been sprung. I'm fairly certain out target is out cold."

"Aye, Gene Father. The twins are inbound, do you require pickup?"

"Negative, have them make a low pass over the wall, I'll catch a ride."


As the distant whine of engines grew nearer, Clause shouldered his rifle, Arclight, and checked himself over. Soon enough the dark form of one of the two surviving Stormbird gunships swooped low and with a momentary tensing of his legs, he leapt into the air just as the gunship flew over. Reaching out, he caught the end of the extended loading ramp of the ship and pulled himself up. Sitting low with a leg hanging off, his cape fluttered in the rushing wind as the gunship accelerated and kept low, near nape of the earth. They weren't stealthy, quite the opposite actually, but they were well armored and armed, as well as void shielded.

He figured, based on combat reports and other gathered date, they had 8 minuets to secure their prey. "Gene-Father, I have the tau QRF on auspex. A half Dozen tanks and twice their number in APCs, all grav vehicles, making for our target." Came the report from the pilots.

Clause nodded to the twins, who had elected to stand on the open ramp with the primarch, and spoke. "Combat landing, void shields at maximum. Dragon-2, stay aloft and prepare for close air support. We should have our prey and be airborne before they arrive but be prepared none the less."

Two clicks on the vox signified the other Stormbird's acknowledgement of the order and the other bird tilted it's nose up and gained speed, climbing into the night. Turning to the twins and the other Burning Scrolls Astartes he spoke. "Twins, you're on me, personal protection. The rest of you form a loose permitter, configured for anti-armor."


The Stormbird began to slow just enough to prevent a crash landing and with a nod to the twins, he tucked his head in and fell off the ramp, forming a ball he rolled, the armor taking the impact nearly flawlessly as his landing kicked up dust and dirt in the night.

Jumping to his feet he broke into a full sprint, actually outpacing the descending gunship and reaching the still smoking, de-limbed Tau battlesuit first. Not even paying mind to the advancing Tau armored advance, he mounted the chest piece and, with a smooth motion of his hand, drew his dagger.

Looking for just a moment, he found the seam were the plate seemed to meet the shoulders and slammed the dagger down into it. It gave after a moment and with a wrenching motion, the plate opened with a hiss of escaping air and a groan of bending metal.

There he found his target. It...she, was unconscious, still breathing but with a mottled blue-purple bruise along her left eye socket, hands still grasping the controls of her mechanical marvel. With a few more deft movements of his knife, he cut the xenos women out of the crash webbing of her battlesuit and, wrapping an armored hand around her still suited torso and removing her from the wrecked suit.


He was perhaps a tad more ginger with the obviously frail Xenos, but if his intuition was correct, she was valuable. He threw her over his shoulder and looked up at the approaching Tau advance just in time to see Dragon-2 make its attack run, underslung deadstrike missiles lancing out and finding targets among the vanguard tanks. It swooped in and strafed the collum with lass cannon and heavy bolter fire.

This was joined in with the first few ranging shots from the lass cannon of his Iron Company astartes, as expected. What was not expected, was the sudden thundering stream of heavy autocannon fire lancing out from the walls. Snapping his head over to their source as he jogged back to the waiting gunship, he could just make out the distant, boxy form of Macharius Oldwain, clad in his Leviathan pattern Siege dreadnought form, letting off controlled bursts from the quad heavy autocannons on his right shoulder.

While largely ineffective at this range, nearly 8 kilometers out, they still peppered the formation with wide shots. Keying in the vox as he entered the loading bay and set the Xenos women down for the astartes apothecary to look over.

"I appreciate the effort, Old man, but you're wasting shells at this distance." The words did little to hide the humor in his tone.

A crackle on the vox as the dreadnought replied. His low, gravelly voice wearing its amusement proudly.

"I wish to shoot things too, Father." This drew a chuckle from the Primarch as the loading ramp closed and he turned to the apothecary. "It's Status?" The Apothacay knelt stooped over the blue form, clipping a pair of binding cuffs, loaned from the arbites on her wrists. "It is, in fact, a Xenos father." The heavily accented Parsarian native snorted over the vox.

"It'll live. Simple concussion. I'm amazed it still breathes; I've seen what that rifle can do at max power settings." Clause nodded as the Stormbird lifted off and ascended into the air, disappearing into the night sky as it jetted off towards the City.
 

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