(NSFW) Tales of Infinite Mischief Ep. 3

The Space Marines who waited at the armoury doors had black armour with white aquilas or skulls.  Their knees plates down to their boots were a dark red color and the helmets were a pale green.  One poised a missile launcher to fire at the Valkyrie while the others aimed their boltguns or a bolt pistol.  They allowed the gunship to land on the sky pad without incident.
Grim shut off the engines and got out of the gunship.  He walked over to the Space Marines with arms wide.  Wolfe nervously sat at the heavy bolter emplacement, thumbs hovering over the triggers.  "What's the tech-priest thinking?" he whispered.
"Hopefully, preventing another friendly fire incident," Millard directed the last few words at Jax.  Tense minutes went by as the tech-priest talked with the one wielding a bolt pistol and chainsword.  Finally, he gestured for the rest of the group to come over.
"Captain McCormick of the Steel Nightmares task force on this planet."  He shook Jax's hand.  "Gulliman was persuading me that you were here to kill the traitorous Hive Governor.  He's locked up inside the armoury."
"Why has he not been punished yet?" Titus asked.
"Those blast doors are protecting him.  This squad secured the only entrance to the place, but lack the equipment to punch through the door.  I've recalled a squad from down below to bring a meltagun."
"We might be able to get in there," Jax stated.
"I was just about to mention the air duct.  It's big enough to allow small people through, but too small for even my scouts to move in it."
"We'll take things from here then."  They headed over to the giant hole in the wall where the grate used to be.  A Space Marine lifted Jax up to the entrance.  Wolfe went up after them.  Garvel was about to go when he noticed only Titus was with him.  "Why aren't the rest of you coming?"
"I am too big to fit in there," Gulliman explained.
"You can't get me in another confined space that quickly," Tybalt replied.  Millard was on the other side of the marine squad talking with a boy and girl younger looking than he was, smoking a lho-stick all the while.
"Get going assassin; we don't have time to dawdle.  You need to get your hands dirty for once," Titus said as he shoved Garvel forward.  The assassin got lifted into the vent.
"Now put me up there gently, like a good servant," Titus ordered the marine.  The giant of a person threw Titus so hard at the opening that his face got buried in Garvel's but.  A vicious shove sent the assassin sliding into the person in front of him.  "You will pay for this indignity assassin."
The quartet proceeded along the vent in as noisy a manner as they could.  Jax had his face smashed into the grate at the end so hard that it popped out, and everybody fell onto the floor.  A slow clap accompanied their efforts to get back on their feet.
"To think that these people are whom the Inquisitor sent to kill me."  Jax lunged for cover and peeks over the box of grenades.  The Hive Governor was dressed in a overly long robe of purple and gold.  More troopers like those they met in the dreg quarters earlier were arrayed around him.  They were overshadowed by the presence of someone in the back corner.
"Like I said, she became fearful of the power you could wield," the figure replied.
"Anybody would be," the governor winked, revealing his dark purple eye shadow.  "Guards, prepare these wretches for sacrifice.  Slannesh will simply love the tribute I'm about to offer him."
Hellrifles blast at the wall behind their position.  Titus moved a knife to in his jacket sleeve before he stands up, arms raised.  "I'll do as you wish," he said.
He walked toward the governor, and knelt down in front of him.  "Captain Titus!  How good it is to see you again.  I feared you were still here when I ordered the Arbites to be sacrificed."
"You had them killed?" Titus asked.
"Of course I did; they refused to follow me.  I can not have such impenitence from people who are beneath me in station.  But, you are one of the few noble-blooded in this sector.  I'd hate to lose anyone who is actually worth my attention."
"I am honoured by such words.  And am relieved to hear I no longer have to deal with the Arbites of lower standing or lower class than me."
"Interesting to hear that from you.  Do you desire to become a willing sacrifice to Slannesh?  To be taken into the bosom of the Prince of Pleasure?"
"I do!"  He bowed his head to the ground.  The Hive Governor knelt down, raised Titus' head while removing the hat; and kissed him on the forehead.  A bright pink lipstick mark was left after he withdrew.
The governor was handed a knife from one of his men.  "I will make sure your death is the most beautiful of them all today."
Titus whipped his knife into place and stabbed the governor in the side of the head before his own throat could be slit.  Hellrifles fired on him, but Titus propped the corpse to cover him during the retreat.  Jax and Wolfe threw grenades from the nearby containers.  Explosions ripped the enemy troopers apart.
Within seconds, the firefight was over.  The remaining kill team member was hit with a boltgun shell from behind.  His killer stepped from the shadows, revealing a techmarine in pale light-green armour.  A symbol of an eye with a sword tip pupil imposed over a downward pointing arrow marked his chest plate.
"Big Eye!" Wolfe gasped.
"Thank you for taking care of the governor.  Better he's dead before having a chance to become a sticky situation later," the techmarine said.
"We'll take you down for everyone you caused here!" Jax yelled before he unloaded his autogun on the enemy.  The rounds bounced harmlessly off the techmarine's armour.
"How pathetic."  Big Eye touched the temple of his helmet and teleported away.  Wolfe let out a sigh of relief.  "I think its time we let the others inside," he stated.
Garvel worked on the door controls while the others rummaged through the contents of the room.  The doors hissed open; allowing the others to join in the pilfering.
After half an hour, everyone was outfitted with Vatarian Heavy Plate battlesuits and more heavy weapons for the Valkyrie.  Only when the room was violently shaking did the group cease what they doing.  Gulliman headed outside to observe to goings-on.  A massive explosion occurred very close to the outskirts of the hive city.
"We need to get out of here, NOW!"  He sprinted for the gunship as the others came out.  Another explosion shook the entire complex, knocking everyone off their feet.  They scrambled to the Valkyrie as its engines flared to life.  A slow takeoff preceded the frantic attempt to escape the orbital bombardment.  Massive shells fell down around them as the gunship raced out of the atmosphere, many of the just acquired contents sliding out the back opening.
Over the private vox channel, Gulliman said, "Get your suits on their own air supply.  We're about to break orbit."
Everything in the compartment started floating around when the gunship got into space.  A vessel nearby opened its docking bay for the Valkyrie.  Gulliman eased the plane through the door without too much hassle.  Once the ship landed and they were all on ship's air did anyone leave the Valkyrie.
Outside, a commissar was waiting for them.  "I'm here to bring you worthless sods before my mother," the commissar said as she turned and left the bay, "And welcome to the Breaking Dawn."
The group caught up to her and Jax, having removed his helmet, went up to her and asked, "Hey sugar-tits, what's your name?"
She kicked him in the crouch so hard that the armour was dented afterwards.  A swift punch immediately followed, breaking Jax's arm.  Millard scooped his brother up and helped him walk down the corridor.
"So, not only are you great at maiming people, but you back it up with a smoking hot body and a great butt," Titus said.  The faceplate for his helmet was quickly smashed by her fist.
"Before anyone else asks, I am Commissar Raege," she stated, straightening her uniform.  She led them through the confines of the ship without any incident.  After three decks of travel, they arrived at their destination.  It was a replica of a throne room with two chairs atop a dais.  One large, metal, and golden in colour sat at the center of the display.
Inquisitor McDowell sat in the small wooden seat in front and off to the side of the empty centerpiece.  "Out of all the initiates I sent down there, I never imagined it would the ones I had the least amount of faith in who would accomplish the task.  It's a sad day for the Inquisi..."
"That's it!  I've had enough of this!" Millard yelled as he stormed forward.  Jax lied where he was dropped by his brother.  "You can not just abduct anyone you want to do your job for you!  WHAT GIVES YOU THE EMPEROR-DAMNED rig..."
Millard was silenced by a single shot from an infernus pistol.  His head melted in an instant.  "MILLARD!" Wolfe and Jax screamed.
The Inquisitor stood up, silencing the group.  "The rest of your lives is now dedicated to protecting the God-Emperor's realm to the best of your ability.  That is all he asks of his holy Inquisitors, and now of you."
She left the room, followed shortly by the commissar.

(NSFW) Tales of Infinite Mischief Episode 2 Part 2

"Who are you, and why can I hear you without an earpiece?" the Arbite questioned.
"I am Inquisitor McDowell, and I had drafted each of you to be my Acolytes," she exclaimed, "Each of you have skills that could be put to great use as part of the Inquisition, and it is easier to exert control over you because you have no choice in the matter.
Jax Arkana, you have death warrants on your head for 37 different planets.  Wolfe Arkana, you were convicted of heresy for attacking Arbites in 15 different sub-sectors."
"I will exercise their punishment then," the Arbite piped up.  He whipped his pistol at Jax's head.  A laspistol and lascannon pointed back at his.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you, twinkle toes," Wolfe said.
"You mess with one Arkana, you mess with all Arkanas," Millard added.  All four of them collapse as if they were shocked.
"As you can see, I took the liberty of having shock collars surgically installed in each of you; along with your left eyes and ears so I can see and hear everything that ya'll are doing."  She released the four from the shock effect.
After a moment of composing himself, the Arbite asked, "What gives you the Emperor-given right to..."  He gets shocked again.
"I am an Inquisitor; that gives me the right."
"Why am I here then?"
"Because Cpt. Titus Harlock, I need an Acolyte that can blend in with the well-off of society.  Your family has connections to the Imperial Guard, planetary governors in their debt.  And, you are very easy to blackmail into coercion."
"That's all well-and-good for them, but I haven't done anything to warrant the Inquisition's attention; and I haven't committed any heresy.  So, why I am here?" the tech-priest questioned.
"You were easy to acquire Midkiff.  You were about to kicked out and executed by the Machine Cult for the crime of trying to have sex with a heavy bolter."  Everyone else has their eyes pop open at that suggestion.
"That is completely untrue, for one thing, the barrel on that thing was too small to do anything with."
Garvel waves his hands in a vain attempt to repel that thought.  "If we're done with all of that, can we focus on the task at hand?  Umm, what is our assignment here Inquisitor?"
"I was going to have you all investigate the possibility of the Hive Governor going heretical, but circumstance has forced my hand.  The uprising started at the behest of the Hive Governor; killing millions of the Emperor's loyal subjects before the day was out.  The Arbitrators in the hive were killed to the last person.  Even the Vatarian XI Regiment could do little against them.  But, the Dark Eldar took advantage of the situation and slaughtered the regiment.  Now, the Blood Angels are here to purge the hive city.  And the Steel Nightmares have shown up within the last three weeks.
Simply put, your new mission is to kill the Hive Governor for his crime against the Imperium."
"I will execute the heretic myself," Titus said through gritted teeth.  The Inquisitor decided that was a good enough reason to stop shocking him.  When he recovered, he straightened out his uniform.  "How are we going to get out of here now."
"We can try to get a Valkyrie working," Jax replied.  He looked to the tech-priest to see if it was possible.
"I'll have to check the condition of them both to see if it can be done," he stated.  Grim started rummaging through the remains with assistance from Garvel and Wolfe.  Jax heard something approaching and reacted quickly enough to avoid splinter pistol fire.
Two Dark Eldar Helions flew through the area; one nearly off Tybalt's head.  Those who weren't preoccupied fired back.  Millard's lascannon shot blew up one of the gliders, and the Helion tumbled into a vat of molten metal.  The other swung back around leaped at Jax.  It backhanded him unconscious before another shot from Millard took its head off.
Jax took awhile to wake up and went immediately to swiping the dead guy's weapons.  Wolfe joined the action, scavenging a splinter rifle for himself.  A crackle of static from the radio of the kill-team caught everyone's attention.
...orces are to withdraw....hive-city within twelve hours...lood Angel strike crui...level the whol..........Imperial forces are......twelve hours.
"Robot, we need to get out of here, soon!" Titus exclaimed.
"I am not a robot you imbecile, I am a tech-priest of Mars.  And I can get this thing working if you jackasses would actually do something," Grim stated.
Everybody leapt into action, except for Titus, trying to fix the damage one of the Valkyries had sustained.  Grim directed the project whenever he wasn't busy himself.  Five hours later, the Valkyrie looked better than new; and they stripped the other of any parts that could be taken, including gun emplacements.
Grim did a test to see if the gunship was still air worthy before letting the others stow the spare parts and guns on it.  Jax approached the cockpit, sat down in one of the seats, and tried to grab the flight stick in front of him.  Grim quickly slapped his hands away and yelled, "ONLY I CAN TOUCH KAREN'S CONTROLS RIGHT NOW!"
"Karen?  Who's Karen?"
"She is the Valkyrie.  She gave permission only to me to fly her."  Jax slammed the door behind him.  "I think the tech-priest wants to fuck the gunship."
"Of course he does; he's a robot," Titus interjected.
"I AM NOT A ROBOT YOU WITLESS BABOON!"
The Valkyrie lifted up towards the hole in the ceiling.  They a scene of mass carnage when they got beyond the slums.  Cultists and dregs butchering innocent people while Dark Eldar and Imperial Guardsman fire indiscriminately into the crowds.  Blood Angels leapt high in the sky above it all as their bolters tore everything apart down below.
Engines flared up to propel the gunship away from the scene; Helions pursuing close behind.  Wolfe and Millard man the guns on the sides and open fire on their pursuers; Jax ran to the cockpit and jumped on the vox.  "Any friendly imperial units, this is General Jax Arkana of the Vatarian 3rd Regiment; we have Dark Eldar all around us and we need support."
"This is Captain Tycho of the Blood Angels 3rd Company, what is your business here General?"
"We're here for the Hive Governor."
"Anyone who is trying to protect the traitor will die with him."  Hunters and Stalkers fired on the Valkyrie.  Missiles streaked past and shells exploded all around.
"Hah!  Emperor's Finest; certainly, the Emperor's Finest Fuck-ups."  Jax followed up with a slew of other insults denouncing the honor of the entire Blood Angels chapter.  Yet more missiles were aimed at the Valkyrie as Grim had to yank and juke the gunship all about to avoid the incoming fire.  Titus grabbed a heavy bolter and shot down all of the missiles from the back of the compartment where a hatch should be.
Jax switched channels on the vox caster, hailing anyone else who could answer.  Eventually, someone did.  "Left-tenant Carpenter here; we heard your call for help.  We'll draw the Space Marines' fire away from you, sir."
"May the Emperor be with you, Lieutenant," Jax replied.
The Valkyrie opened up with every gun it had causing a hole to the outside to be blown in the wall.  A prolonged boost to lose anybody else, and the group was free of the hive city.  As they headed to the highest parts of the hive, they couldn't help but notice the massive Imperator-class Titan firing its weapons on the city.
After a brief discussion they deemed the best course of action was to head to the armoury first to prepare to assault the titan.  A few brief minutes later, the Valkyrie headed for a final approach to the armoury runway.  But, a group of Space Marines was already waiting for them.

Tales of Infinite Mischief; Dramatis Personæ

Jax Arkana
Age: 36
Height: 6'1
Quirk: Outrageous hair
Biography: A very commanding, yet easily angered person. While not the eldest of the Arkana family, he has certainly taken up the role of mentor to the Arkanas, giving him valuable leadership experience. He has also managed to get the death sentence on thirty seven planets, and has arrest warrants on a dozen more and has since been abducted by the Inquisition while serving with the III Vatarian Legion on Novis Prime. Seeing as he was as good as a dead man already, the =I= figured no one would miss him.

Wolfe Arkana
Age: 41
Height: 6'4
Quirk: Set of piercings
Biography: Wolfe Arkana is the eldest of the Arkana family serving in the Imperial Guard. He has a notoriously short temper, and has always been known to have intense bouts of randomized violence. His inability to focus on the most simplest of tasks resulted in him remaining the rank of a lowly guardsmen despite his age and combat experience. He also has an incredibly low I.Q. rating. He was abducted by =I= when the agent responsible for kidnapping Jax mistook Wolfe for him. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Tybalt Arl
Age: 35
Height: 5'9
Quirk: Filed Teeth
Biography: Tybalt Arl was born on a Feral world without a name. As a child he was touched by the warp in a way which resulted in his becoming a Psyker. Once taken into the black ships, he vanished for ten long years before reemerging to serve the =I=

Garvel Drake Ramirez
Age: 35
Height: 5'8
Quirk: Devotional scar
Biography: Garvel Ramirez was born on an Imperial world and was quickly brought up to praise the Emperor for all that existed. Growing up he began to learn special talents that allowed him to move undetected throughout most places, and eventually he taught himself how to be completely self sufficient. He was twenty two when he took his first assassination job. He honed his killing skills for thirteen years before being abducted by the =I=. They had taken him after setting up a pseudo-contract for him to take out. When he went to meet his handler, he was instead met by a tranquilizer.

"Captain" Titus Harlock
Age: 36
Height: 6'3
Quirk: Gunshot wound
Biography: Titus Harlock was born to a very militant royal family on Vatar. He is very prideful, and sees anyone else as an inferior to him. When he reached the Enlistment age, instead of joining the guard he joined the Arbites. Using his family's connections, he quickly advanced to the rank of Captain, where he gained a reputation of ruthlessness, had accusations of corruption, but also an infallible sense of "justice". The =I= took him during a raid into the undercity by intercepting his Valkyrie and knocking out all that travelled with him.

Midkiff Gulliman
Age: 32
Height: 5'9
Quirk: Grimy Skin
Biography: Midkiff was to be a great Techpriest, as his father/creater was before him. However, a scandal involving a Heavy Bolter had him kicked out of the Academy. To this day he insists that "He did not have sexual relations with that weapon." Instead of disappearing into the backwater dregs of the Imperium, the =I= took him in. Their reasoning was that if anyone could appreciate technology and make it work to it's best potential, it was Midkiff.

Millard Arkana
Age: 28
Height: 6'1
Quirk: Facial scars
Biography: Millard is the second youngest of the Arkana brothers. He is very intelligent and is afraid of very little. Because of his intellegence, he is often considered the most level-headed of the brothers, and is considered very easy to talk to. He is also an unparalleled marksmen compared to other guardsmen his age. The =I= figured since they have two of his brothers, might as well take him as well. When they discovered how diplomatic and clear-headed he could be, the agent responsible for ringing him in was rewarded greatly for his choice.

(NSFW) The Tales of Infinite Mischief Ep. 1

      There was a thunderous crash as a drop pod tore through the roof of a manufactorum and came to a screeching halt on the seventy third floor. The guardsmen Jax and Wolfe Arkana, Tybalt Arl the Psyker from a Feral World, and
Garvel Ramirez the Assassin were shaken out a drug induced sleep by the impact

of the drop pod slamming into the ferrocrete floor. Jax Arkana cleared his

throat "Mates, It looks like we've been Shanghai'd."

Wolfe coughed roughly before agreeing "Too right, brother." Two doors of the drop pod hissed open and Jax and Wolfe stumbled out. As they looked over, Tybalt and Garvel fell out of the pod next to them, clearly unused to the roughness of a combat drop.

The room that the drop pod had wedged itself in had only one door, covered by a sheet

that loosely hung in the frame. On the floors were more sheets that were clearly

in use as beds, with rocks being used as a form of pillow. Whoever lived here

was very poor.

"Where the sod are we? and Who the Sod are you two?" Garvel demanded.

"Jax" Jax answered, followed by Wolfe, "And Wolfe Arkana, III Vatarian Legion. Who the hell are you?"

Tybalt scoffed. "Tybalt Arl, Blade for hire. This is Garvel Ramirez." The

Psyker simply nodded at them.

"Well Tybalt." Jax said, "There are men trapped in this drop pod. It's wedged

into ferrocrete."

Garvel spoke up "There is combat going on nearby. I suggest if we are to help

them we make haste."

The group stood and listened. Sounds of Autoguns and Lasguns trading fire

echoed into the room. The occasional battle cannon would explode followed by

smaller sub explosions.

"There is only one thing we can do." Jax said as he surveyed the drop pod. "We have to put them out of their misery. Anyone have any grenades?" No one spoke up.

"Alright, lets see if we can rig it to explode then." He knelt at the pod's control console and began to pry into it with his knife. There was a bright flash as he was jolted back by electricty.

"Well" Garvel said after a short while "Looks like they're stuck in there."

"Looks like it" Jax agreed as he stood up and brushed himself off. He then leanred against the doorway and peeked outside.

They were in a room that connected to a catwalk. Far below there stood massive couldrons of bubbling magma. Just visible were figures that appeared to be in intense combat.

"Catwalk looks clear. Lets head out." He tore the sheet down that covered the doorway and put it on as a makeshift cloak, then proceeded to pull part of it up as a hood.

"What's that for?" Wolfe asked.

"Just in case. If anything happens we could use it as a tournicate, or paint it up as makeshift camoflauge. " Jax replied as he stepped onto the catwalk followed by the rest of the group.

To their left and right the catwalk continued onward.

"Which way?" Tybalt wondered aloud

"Let's let the Emperor decide." Jax replied and pulled a single throne from his belt and tossed it in the air.

It landed heads-up. "We go right."

As they proceeded down the catwalk, five men dressed in rags approached them carrying battle-axes. The two groups stood and stared at each other before one of the men shouted out "Blood for the blood god!"

"Wait wait wait wait wait!" Jax shouted, and the cultists stopped for a moment. "We're with you guys! Been up here hunting for those damn imperials! Blood for the blood god!"

The cultists talked among themselves for a moment before replying "Kill them! Skulls for the skull throne!"

"Well shit." Garvel stated, and raised his lascarbine to shoot at the oncoming attackers. He clipped one in the arm and made him flinch some. Tybalt opened fire with his snub pistol but the shot went wide. Jax fired his autogun at the oncoming attackers and a miracle happened. One of the rounds detonated a grenade that was on the belt of one of the cultists. Four out of the five cultists were flayed into a red, gorey mess. The remainind cultist continued to charge forward, completely ignoring the fact that his comrades had fallen. Garvel fired at him again but the shot went wide, then proceeded to taunt the cultist mercilessly.

"Were you born this slow, or are you just that out of shape?"

The cultists growled a response and continued to charge him.

Tybalt was silent for a moment before lowering his trousers. He then began to flop his junk around while shouting "Helicopter!"

(After a brief game derailment regarding whether or not we are allowed to helicopter the cultists, it was concluded that it would take a full turn to do.)

The cultist skid to a halt and covered his eyes. Jax took the oppurtinity to stab his bayonette through through the jaw and up through the skull of the cultist. After using his boot to scrape the cultists off the bayonette, he chuckled.

Garvel joined in the chuckling. "Tybalt fucked with his mind, You literally mind fucked him."

"Fitting death for a cultist." Wolfe added.

After continuing down the catwalk, the group came upon a staircase.

"Well gents'" Garvel began "It looks like we've quite a long walk down ahead of us."

Unbeknownst to the group, they were on the seventy sixth floor. They walked down seventy five flights of stairs to the bottom floor. Once at the bottom Jax, Garvel, and Tybalt all collapsed in a series of pants and gasps. "Fuck. Fuck. That was something awful." Wolfe could only throw up as he gasped for air.

"Never" Jax began to catch his breathe "Again."

As the group was still catching its breathe, a low rumbling filled the chamber and everything seemed to shake slightly.

"Oh no" Wolfe muttered

"No, no, no, no." Jax agreed

"What?" Garvel asked

As if one cue a Leman Russ Battle Tank rounded the corner and began firing battle cannon shells at them. Missing several which resulted in a few of the magma couldrons being cracked open.

"Just can't get a break, can we?" Jax shouted as they began to run back up the flights of stairs. Suddenly, a lascannon tore into the side of the leman russ and caused it to explode. The explosion fully knocked over one of the magma cauldrons, spilling its contents over all over the ground and melting the lower levels of the stairs.

"Well. That went well." Garvel stated.

"Mhmm." Tybalt agreed.

"You know, I used to work in these factory dregs as a lad. Every twelve floors is an access door to a freight elevator." Wolfe remebered.

"Yeah, thats right. We can get to a freight elevator and hitch a ride to the surface." Jax Agreed.

So they climbed up to the twelfth floor and began following the catwalk again.

"Wait!" Tybalt cried, startling the rest of the group. "There are people ahead!"

Jax raised his Autogun and crept along the catwalk. "Do you sense they are hostile?"

Tybalt was silent for a moment. "No, They seem... afraid."

As Jax, Wolfe, Garvel, And Tybalt crept up on the cowering dregs.

"Don't hurt us! By the Emperor, Don't hurt us!" One of them cried

"Relax" Jax said, and gave them some rations. "What planet are we on?"

The dreg looked confused. "We're on Vatar.. where else would we be?"

"Good. Still at home. What hive?" Jax asked

"Edgeer Hive" The dreg responded hesitantly

"What happened here" Garvel asked one of the dregs.

The dreg took a deep breathe before speaking. "We started the work day this morning just like every other day. About mid day as the lunch bell rang, half of the workers pulled rifles and weapons out and began gunning everyone down at random. It... it was awful! Everyone was screaming... a-and running! I saw my family killed by a mutant with a makeshift axe!" The dreg began sobbing uncontrollably.

"What happened to the XI Legion? They should be here restoring order." Jax asked

"They.. They were killed by dark figures with faces pale as ash, with ears as pointed as knives. They're dead, every single one is dead!" The dreg cried. "I can never forget what hell i've seen today!"

Jax Knelt down close to the dreg. "Do you require the Emperor's Benediction?"

"Oh please! I need the Emperor's help!" The dreg sobbed

"Kneel down in prayer. All of you."

The three dregs knelt down and began praying. Jax put an autogun round into each of their heads. He then knelt down and removed a pair of welding goggles with an Aquila stamped on the side. "Might come in handy. Lets get a move on."

As they continued to walk along the catwalk, it bent into a partially destroyed alcove and then out the other side. As Jax stepped into the alcove, A shot rang out and clipped him in the cheek. He fell back bleeding severely on the face, cursing all the while.

To Be Continued...

History: Vatarian Plate

Someone asked me this weekend why my commanders are in space marine armour. I replied their not, it's just really fancy carapace armour. But that person asking the question sparked off a question. Why do my commander wear plate?

Long ago before gunpowder and cannon, warriors were led into battle directly by their leaders. These kings and generals needed protection from the hazards of being the spearhead in a charge, so they would be clad in full plate armour and given the weapons of their choice. Their armour was treated with as much respect as the officer that wears it, and each suit is fitted specifically to that officer.  After the Great Crusade brought Vatar into compliance, commanders and generals who proved themselves loyal to the imperium were awarded very primitive forms of power armour. Over time Vatarian armoursmiths were able to replicate and reverse engineer the armour, and soon began to produce a more modern form of Vatarian Plate Armour. This was dubbed VP.M35 and quickly spread throughout the Vatarian commanders. Once a commander has his plate, it belongs to him and he is expected to maintain it to the highest standards. It is not unheard of for the son of a high ranking officer to don his fathers armour, earning it and himself more renown with each battle fought. Currently, the VP.M41 is being tested by a select few high commanders, and is known as "Vatarian Heavy Plate"

Ballad of the First Platoon

Banners waving across the sky

The Men of the first are ready

Unmoving and unafraid

They keep their wits strong and their nerves steady

From somewhere in the rear a call cries out

"First platoon on your feet"

The men shamble up and begin their advance

They have another foe go forward and meet

First sergeant is leading at the front

The officer giving orders in the rear

The men of the line in between them both

Thirty five souls who march forward without fear

The advance slows to a steady stop

"First rank prepare to fire"

Ahead of them a green tide approaches

"Second rank prepare to fire"

The officer gives the order

Streaks of red split the air

The Orks scream as they are struck

They can only advance if they so dare

The order is given to fix bayonets

The horde of Orks is still to large

The men understand what is happening

First Platoon is going to charge

A loud crash as they forces meet

Orks and men scream their mighty cries

First sergeant has realised

First Platoon is going to die

He rallies his men

And holds the banner high

He raises his voice for all to hear

"To me first platoon, these foul xenos must die!"

Their spirit is lifted, their blows are strong

The Orks cry and run

Guardsmen fire collies into their retreat

All the Orks are dead and the day is won

The commander is dead and few survive

Not one man fallen back

They fearlessly held on

First platoon lived through Ork attack

Out of thirty five men

Only ten remain

Uniforms are tattered rags

They struggle to stay sane

First sergeant calls to his men

"Men we've won the day"

The fearless first were going home

First Platoon all the way

WiP: Rasleigh's Raiders

So, I was sitting in my room eating mushroom and cheese Stromboli and watching Reign of Fire when an idea came into my head. I need storm troopers, I said to myself. So I looked them up and decided: wow that model looks stupid. I need an alternative. I need the Death Korps of Krieg. But how would I use them? Would I deploy as regular storm troopers, or give them a title? After brainstorming for about half an hour, Rasleigh's Raiders were born. They will be a squad of the Vatarian Marine Corps. I'll deliver full fluff for them once I finish the entire squad, I've got it written down, I just want to finish what I've got.

Not long after, my Krieg gentlemen came in the post, finally. Fun little fact about Krieg: the resin on the sprues is thicker than that on the actual model. This had led to many a broken foot, rifle, rifle stock, grenades, etc. nothing horrible, all was reglued with some effort on my part. It was quite irksome though. Painting the Krieg troopers wasn't so bad and except for a few nooks and crannies an even still a decent paint job was administered without much effort.

I only have a few pictures and they weren't taken with the best quality. I will try to get better quality pictures soon, hopefully tonight since it will be another warhammer thursday match.

While painting I wondered what would I expect a Vatarian marine to wear. Originally, it was going to be a grey coat with black trim and whatnot but then I realised: I'd be making a WWII German SS squad. So I went into brainstorming mode and doodled a few paint schemes. I thought maybe red with a white trim, but I thought it looked too much like English regulars from the 1700's. I did decide I liked the white on the model because it projected the opposite of a death Korps trooper. (The further it resembles the better) and I decided that since marines would traditionally be attached to a naval vessel , I gave them a blue overcoat with black boots and helmet. I made the mask nothing special, just a fray mask with a white hose. The overall effect, in my eyes, presented a professional, military shock force. I can't wait to see what that look like once they're all painted.

Vatarian XII: Meet Sergeant Fontaine

    Gunnery Sergeant Fontaine is veteran of both previous crusades and a no-nonsense squad leader. He has walked away from brutal ambushes and deadly firefights, often as the sole survivor of his unit. This has given him a reputation of being unlucky to be around and as a result most units who serve under him tend to be extremely cautious of their surroundings. He and his unit often act as forward sentries; moving ahead of the main force and equipped with snare mines and camo cloaks.
This combined with Fonraine's knowledge of guerrilla warfare makes the squad a lethal and hard to kill force.

Before he joined the Vatarian Guard, Fontaine was a professional fighter on Vatar. Never losing a single fight made him into a symbol of imperial might and once he answered the call of the guard, it was like a hero joining the ranks. The younger guardsmen looked up to him as an idol and symbol of what an imperial soldier should be.

Blood Angels vs Vatarian Guard: Round 1 Part 5 (Finale)

Turn Five
It was crunch time. My ally moved up her terminators and tore the infantry squad with the objective apart. My vets used their meltas and fried the chimera that had delivered the enemy squad. I got into range to use my psyker's lightening arc against the assault marines and the one time I finally use it and it suffers a Perils of the Warp attack, Killing it outright. The Tora fired its Demolisher cannon and killed off the rest of the assault marines. My remaining chimera opens fire on a scout squad and kills one.

The poor squad that were torn apart by terminator Bolter fire

From his position, Knight-Commander Zaros could see the allied terminators moving up against the Blood Angel's guardsmen that had secured the disc. When they opened fire, the men around the disc disappeared into a red mist. On the left flank about thirty metres out, the chimera that had dropped the enemy off was illuminated briefly as it turned into a pile of molten metal. He scanned his perimeter and noticed a new shell crater with assault marines scattered around it. A hush fell over the battlefield as the Blood Angels began pulling back.

Luckily for me it was around 22:30 and my opponent had to leave. He submitted and we shook hands and agreed to have a rematch. It was a fun game, not too demanding and it kept me on my toes. The lesson I learned from this game is defiantly don't underestimate the cover saves an aegis defence line can give you. A would also like to thank my ally, without her it would've been a bad time with those hostile speeders.

Blood Angels vs Vatarian Guard: Round 1 Part 4

Giants clad in shining red armour decended upon first platoon in an instant. Spouts if flame covered most of first platoon. Men screamed as the assault marines fired their bolt pistols into the survivors. Zaros could only watch as his own squad was being cut down from the distant fire of assault cannons. A bright beam of light cut through the air and the only piece of armour in the company was struck on its hull plating. Luckily the beam lacked the power to penetrate the thick frontal armour of the leman russ. From less than a kilometre away, Zaros heard reports of an infiltrator wreaking havoc on the allied scout snipers.

Turn Three
With my remaining first platoon, I ordered a first rank fire, second rank fire into the squad of assault marines. The platoon managed to score two kills and the rest were armour saved. My ally was able to disable two of the three hostile land speeders, this was a very large relief as they had been giving my infantry a hard time most of the match. With the Tora I decided to rotate the turret and fire into the assault marines. Four of them were killed. With Sergeant Fontaine, his squad, and the remaining chimera I also opened fire on the assault marine squad. Unfortunatly none of them were taken out. The allied space marines were able to eliminate Marbo (after scaring the daylights out of my ally. She thought Marbo would destroy her terminators and her scouts) and managed to force a hostile sniper team to retreat off the board.

The one remaining speeder to the left. Centre is destroyed
One on the right exploded with a penning shot

 Turn Three - Hostiles

My opponent quickly choose to manoeuvre a chimera close and deploy infantry to secure the relic. With his assault marines, he multi-assaulted my Tora and the remaining first platoon. He immobilised my tank with a melts bomb, and cut down my infantry in close combat. (Go figure). Unfortunately, he was now in possession of the relic. This was very very bad for my team because we only had two turns to stop him and get it away from him. He decided to try and eliminate Fontaine and his squad, but thanks to my 3+ cover save, no one was hurt. 

Screams of men filled the air as chainswords swept through the entirety of first platoon. The Blood Angels had retaliated with lethal force. A bright explosion and terrific heat filled the air around the Tora. The tank commander checked all of his monitors and found that the right tread and sponson were completely melted to glowing slag. The tank was immobilised. Through his Vox, the commander heard reports of enemy infantry setting up a defensive perimeter around the mysterious floating disc that caused all this bloodshed.

Blood Angels vs Vatarian Guard: Round 1 Part 3

"Out of the machine men! Move!" First squad of second platoon rushed out of the rear access hatch of their chimera. The sergeant was rushing his men forward in an attempt to relieve Fontaine and his men. The sergeant looked to his rear after hearing a commanding voice. The voice was calling for the chimera to fire on his target, but it was too muffled by the sounds of war to get through to the APC commander. To his left, he heard a massive boom and saw a flume of flame and smoke. One of his troopers was heard screaming "The tank got a kill!" He squinted through the haze of the rising sun and saw a large plume of smoke rising from a hostile chimera.

Turn Two -Hostiles (AKA Hurt Time)
      My opponent was not very happy about the loss of one of his vehicles. He fired a las cannon at my Tank, scoring a glancing hit. Sniper fire from behind his lines cut my second platoon's forst squad to nothing, and then he proceeded to fire his land speeder's assault cannons at my command squad effectively eliminating all but my Primaris Psyker and my commander. If that wasn't enough, he deepstriked with his assault marines with a priest and a librarian. My first platoon got roasted by his flamers and bolt pistols, effectivly cutting down the entire unit to less than half it's twenty five man strength. He also deployed a Marbo Unit to my ally's scout/sniper position and threw a demolition charge. No scouts were harmed.

                                          

 

Blood Angels vs Vatarian Guard: Round 1 Part 1

Knight-Commander and his routine

      It was mid afternoon in one of the many oasis' on the desert world of Maracha. Knight-Commander Zaros was personally leading the Legion's 1st Company on a patrol to secure the flank against aggressors. The patrol came across a mysterious hover disc and chaos ensued as the blood angels arrived to contest the ground.

                                                                        The Game
      The game was a simple Capture the relic game. The relic, or "Mysterious Hover Disc" was an old poker chip I had in my back pocket at the time. It was a 1400 v 1400 point game, on team 1 was myself and my Space Marine Allies. On team 2 was Blood angels with Catachan allies. Deployment was quick and we took the initiative.

Turn One

      

 First platoon moved up on the left flank with the Tora. Second platoon (mounted) rolled up in Chimeras down the centre area. Down range, the enemy Aegis line was visible with the objective inches away. The upside to this deployment was that though they were closer to the objective, there was no way they could take it without exposing themselves to my firepower, and if they got past that, my allies' terminators and land speeder. It wasn't long after our advance that the front of the enemy's line was in range of my longer-range weaponry. Since it was night fighting, they would have 2+ saves at the range I was at. Caution was thrown to the wind and I let fire with my weaponry. As I did, my ally also decided to unleash her assault cannons, missiles, and sniper rifles. Total, we scored three kills against a well dug in enemy formation.

Weekly Update 1

Had an amazing weekend with my warhammer games. I have plenty of photos to post battle reports, so pretty soon I'll get on writing those down and updating everything. I do have to say, blood angels suck to fight with IG.

On a side note, I've picked up a Harker model as well as another model I'm using as a Primaris Psyker, so I'll be doing character sheets for those soon (It'd be boring if I kept them as Harker and some random Psyker). I've also ordered some Krieg troopers I'm going to run as a Vet Squad. Very very excited about those :). Almost forgot: Also having a Yarrick coming in the post, so he'll defiantly bolster my forces substantially.

Expect battle reports, character profiles, and painting updates in the next few days. Looking forward to comments! :)

Warhammer Thursdays Tonight

       My local games store holds warhammer Thursdays on Thursday, and that's today :) Wish me luck guys, hopefully I'll have a battle report for tomorrow! For the crusade!

Vatarian XII: Meet Knight-Commander Zaros

Knight-Commander Zaros

     Knight-Commander Zaros is the the third Commander of the XII legion. He has been in the Imperial guard since he was 17 years old and served honourably in the infantry, and later on, the Vatarian Special Forces. He was awarded the Valoris Imperatora for his lengthy service throughout his life. He retired at the age of 50, as required by the Vatarian command for all frontline personnel, and was given a position at the Vatarian military Academy. He taught a majority of the officers who currently serve in the Vatarian Guard and is considered a highly professional leader and strategist. 

      Throughout his career, Zaros has earned many awards and medals for his lengthy service in the Vatarian Guard. He earned the Vatarian Ferro Cornu. The Steel Wing. This was earned for his unit's combat jump with the Cadian 76th Light Infantry against an Ork encroachment in a nearby system. He has earned numerous citations for Bravery and courage in combat. He has four Aquilla Mundanis medals and even a Knight of Vatar medal. It is a medal that exlemprifies an officer for high standards and extreme service. No other man is suited to lead the Legion like him.

Maracha: A Brief History

      Maracha is a desert world that is spotted with various sizes of oasis'. The only city on the planet has completely fallen under chaos influence and the valuable promethium refineries that dot the surface have come under the control of various chaos cults. These cults have converted most of the population to the dark gods and killed all those who opposed them.

      The desert that covers the world is incredibly harsh, and the few bits of life that exist are incredibly vicious predators. Things like giant sand spiders, Burrowing worms, and Leark hawks constantly stalk anything that moves in hopes that they will get another meal. Luckily, these beasts are repelled by liquid water, and once a creature nears an oasis it may rest easy from the perils of the
desert.

History: Vatarian XII

      The XII Vatarian Legion is from a medium sized hive world called Vatar. Vatar is in a system only a few light years away from Cadia, so chaos is a major threat that is faced. (More so now thanks to the 13th Black Crusade) The Legion is under the command of Knight-Commander Zaros (equivalent of a colonel), who used to be an instructor at the Vatarian military academy until the call to arms came from the Planetary Governor. He is the third Knight-Commander of the Legion, and has trained most of his officers personally.
      The Legion's number one method of filling its ranks is drafting all Vatarian males by the solar age of 17. Officers are taken from Vatar's high class officials, and are often well connected with the local political families in the city in which they are recruited. The training for the legion is a one year period in which troopers familiarise themselves with the equipment of the guard. Las guns, las pistols, chainswords, grenades, and basic heavy weapon maintenance are part of the training, as well as close combat drills and assault training. Each trooper is expected to find a field in which he excels and perfect himself in it. This leads to professional unit organisation within each platoon and company. 
      The XII legion has fought in two major crusades since its formation. The Demovolan Crusade against the Orks on the death world of Demovola and the Thyros crusade rooting out chaos in the hives of Thyro. The Legion briefly fought against the blood angels on Vatar itself due to a confusion from segmentum command. This led to the first Knight-Commander, Relio, to be forcefully retired after being shot with a heavy Bolter round in the back. They are currently engaged in a Crusage against Chaos and Orks on the desert world of Maracha alongside the VII and III Vatarian Legions. They have entered the Marachan Crusade.

Finally Starting

      Well, here it is. My blog is finally moving forward. This will be a primarily Warhammer 40k blog, so it'll be full of images, battle reports, fluff, etc. I ask that whoever follows it In the future to be patient because I've got to figure all this stuff out.