Deathwatch: The Shadow War (Inactive)

Game Master Yuugasa


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Apothecary Morgan stood on wall with several stormtroopers watching the approaching horde with a critical eye. Seeing the rush of wave after wave of Tyranids Apothecary Morgan simply allowed his machine spirit to awaken the Storm Bolter and begin firing at the horde. As the bolter shells exploded among the tightly packed masses sending Termigaunts and Hormaguants flying with explosive force Apothecary Morgan finds himself considering past battles with Tyranids. He recalls in particular a tale of Lorgath Maclir which even ended up as a training exercise where a number of recruits had to face off against a Tyranid horde and how sometimes the horde would employed flanking maneuvers using Gargoyles and Lictors.

A lasgun falling to the floor was Morgans only warning of danger as he recoiled back a talon flashed into the space where his head had been a moment before. Turing to face this new threat Apothecary Morgan saw the fallen corpses of several stormtroopers lying on the ground with a Lictor standing the readying another strike. Thanking the Emperor for the soliders' sacrifice and warning Apothecary Morgan quickly raises his shield. As the talon slams into the power field the machine spirit struggles to keep up with all the harm that has been done to it so far, but it holds. Apothecary Morgan steps back and brings up his Thunderhammer in a wide sweep that the Lictor agilely jumps over. The Lictor's Talons slam into Apothecary Morgan's shoulder but luckily the blessed terminator armor holds. Gritting his teeth Apothecary Morgan shield rushes the Lictor hoping to catch it off balance. As the Lictor dodges to the side Apothecary Morgan brings around the Thunderhammer and slams the haft into the side of the Lictor's head. It reels back stunned only for a moment, but a moment is all Morgan needs. As the Lictor recovers it looks forward only to see the Thunderhammer a moment before it crushes its skull and slams its corpse into the ground.

Apothecary Morgan looks around at the stormtroopers still standing and orders them to keep firing as he turns back to the corpse. Sending a quick message about the threat of Lictors Apothecary Morgan turns back just in time to see a Tyranid Warrior aiming at him with it's Deathspitter. As the the corrosive maggots splash across Apothecary Morgan's armor warnings begin to flash across his visor as the machine spirit tries to deal with the acid. Trusting in his armor to keep him safe Apothecary Morgan aims at the Tyranid Warrior and unleashes a hail of metal storm bullets turning that small area into a whirlwind of shrapnel, metal, and death. As the smoke clears nothing remains of the Tyranid Warrior. Apothecary Morgan then uses the power field of his storm shield to help get the acid off his terminator armor. A few moments of cleaning later Apothecary Morgan considered the field and continued firing realizing that this battle was going to be long and drawn out.


Sorry its taken so long for me to get to this, been busy and its quite a bit to do for 2 PCs. Gonna take it in parts, but it may not be as good as everyone elses.

Sardus and the men on the roof cover the installation as best they can and concentrate their fire on HVT deep into enemy lines. When they get Luthar’s warning of the incoming Carnifexes they shift their focus and fire concentrating on one at a time, the spotters and Sardus’ attack pattern easily cripple 2 of the beasts preserving what they can of the walls. This however didn’t go unnoticed and the gargoyles and Tyranid quickly take notice of their position. They are overwhelmed and the squad protecting them barely holds their ground, forcing Sardus to abandon his long range focus and help maintain the position on the roof. His shots at this range or nearly too easy and the sheer number of Tyranid and their relentless assault becomes clearer by the minute. They would not be able to hold this position much longer. Sardus begins ordering the men to slowly withdraw and reposition themselves. Sardus would remain as long as he could, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they would be over run.
That’s all I got in me for now, its late and I’m fading.


Korbin maintains his position near the Russ and weakened portion of the wall. The teleportation is going according to plan and thus far has not begun to show signs of failure. As the horde swarms the walls and the hole is weakened, Korbin stands his ground and unleashes the Omnissiah’s fury with his plasma cannon, eviscerating enemies in groups with its blast radius. While his weapon recharged between shots and close quarter combat was called for he lashed out in every direction with his executioner axe and mechandrite attachments, his strength crushing Tyranid and slicing through their hide with precise blows and widening swings, sometimes cleaving multiple targets at once as he swings his axe in an arc wider than himself.

In the few instances the tank took damage, Korbin was always nearby to soothe the machine spirits and hold the line of the weakened portion of the wall. Oh how he wished more dearly than anything else for a conversion beamer rifle, but that was not available. He made do and remained true to the codex. Nearly every foe he engaged didn’t see or hear him coming until it was too late, often the creatures never even knew how or why they fell as Korbin moved with a grace unbecoming his size.

I'm spent now, if the GM wants to move things forward before I can do more thats fine, I'm willing to accept less xp if it means moving things forward, don't wanna hold it up longer than I have. Nice writing everyone, I'll try to do better when I have time.

Silver Crusade

Human Paladin(FEAR) 7/Warlock {FEAR} 1| AC: 20 | HP: 75/80 {0}{Fire & Acid Resistance}|HD 7| LoH: 10/35| Sense: 4/4|Dread: 2/3| Con:+5 Wis:+5 Dex:+4|Smite: 2d8/lvl|CDiv: 0/1| melee: +8/2d8+6 {x2}|Init: +0 Perc: +2 | Insp = YES! |1st: 4/4 2nd : 2/3 | W 1st: 0/1 Hex

20 minutes before battle

"General Schmidt, I'm not reading any of your units yet on the third floor, section Seven. What is the delay?"

"Sorry, Space Marine, I'm doing some remedial drill with the technicians I'm supposed to lead. It'll be the Emperor's own will if they manage to shoot the enemy more than themselves. But Captain Kruger is on his way there now with his regulars, and will have sectional command. But we'll be in place once the shooting starts."

15 minutes before battle

The front of the installation is a buzz with lasfire. With ample ammunition, Brother Aterro has consented to live-fire drills for the non-coms to become acclimated to their new weapons. It will also serve to pre-range the killing ground.

"Space Marine, this is Captain Kruger checking in. My units are positioned. At your suggestion I have one regular responsible for every 2 non-coms. The fire won't be accurate, but on my honor there will be a lot of it."

"Acknowledged Captain. The Emperor protects."

10 minutes before battle

Brother Attero has finished inspecting the sniper-units around him, positioning each to offer the maximum field-of fire, with the most cover, when he is approached by Captain Kruger.

"Your pardon, Space Marine, but I have a boon to ask of you."

"We have precious little to give in the way of boons," Aterro responded, not looking up from his last-minute inspection of his launcher's spirit. He mumbled into his muse, and 5 squads from sector three moved to sector nine.

"I realize that, um, sir, but if you are content with your launcher, might my unit be blessed with some of your spare grenades?"

Aterro paused. Such hubris in a trooper was notable. Were he to crush his skull for disturbing his preparations, none would so much as second guess him. But this was not a usual time, nor so unusual a request.

"Boon granted, Captain Kruger. Use them in health." Attero returned to his Soundstrike, still not looking at the trooper. By thought-command his ammunition pack popped open. The Captain made some unseen motion to a brace of private he had brought along just in case he was successful (or if his corpse needed to be carried away) and they filled three empty rucksacks full of the space marine's grenades.

As Aterro heard the three soldier move away, he closed his ammo pack, noted the few round he had left, and finished his preparations.

Wryly, he smiled. 'And why not. They'll certainly use them more than I would.'

The gargoyles were the first to break the 1Km barrier. His muse easily began tracking the winged storm cloud and he began sending volley after volley of fragmentation death into their thick-packed ranks.

All the while he kept his gene-enhanced attention on the reports coming in from all sectors. His HUD reported the sniper units had opened up, cutting great swathes into the onrushing horde.

As the gargoyle horde reached 500 meters, part of his comm lit up with requests to fire. He denied it.

At 300 meters, half his comm lit up with requests to fire. He denied it.

At 200 meters, his entire comm lit up with threats and beseechment to fire. He denied it.

As the gargoyle horde reached 100 meters, he opened all channels. "All guns all guns. FIRE!"

400 lasbolts reached out into the onrushing horde. Like rain the flying Xenos fell from the sky and landed with a shattering impact. Again the installation sent out another wave of fire and the horde was decimated. Some sections reported breeches, and to these Aterro diverted fire teams from the reserve. Overall they had survived the vanguard. Aterro smiled, recalling the word from the Codex: 'If the general cannot overcome his anger and has his army swarm over the citadel, killing a third of his soldiers, and yet the citadel is still not taken, this is a disastrous attack.'

"All guns all guns. Fire at will."

The running Xenos were now the targets of the troopers' fire. And though the minor units fell like ripened wheat, there were far and away enough monstrosities to keep the living wave in motion until it crashed upon the towering walls.

The horde's momentum temporarily checked by the immovable mass of the installation's walls, Aterro changed to lobbing Plasma missiles. Again and again the glowing spheres crafted from the hearts of suns smashed into the carpet of flesh, and everywhere they touched the living swarm shrank from the field of death they created. Even unto the warriors, Aterro brought his nuclear will, and their hardened carapaces were no match for the radioactive missiles.

"Requesting fire. Sector seven mark two. Carnifex."

Aterro threw his gaze at the coordinates given. Unto a stretch of wall graced by neither his brothers nor artillery, charged one of their massive beasts. Missile after missile he threw in it's direction, and though they struck through hardened armor and sat inside its thorax to wilt its unnatural innards, the beast came on.

Just as the Carnifex neared the wall and Aterro despaired that the short-lived defence would be caved asunder, somewhere he heard the order given by Captain Kruger. "Loose Krak."

Like metal rain, two score krak grenades were tossed and fell upon the charging beast's back. The ground shook as the explosions tested the penultimate armor. Most saw their explosions reflected back uselessly into the air, but so great was the number that some few found joints and weaknesses in the chitin, and the beast bonelessly fell, inches from the still-quivering wall.

"Well done, Major Kruger. Now resume your weapons and concentrate fire at zero-mark-three."

"Acknowledged, Space Marine."

Fifty yards away, Brother Othair is lifted by another Carnifex, but Kruger's unit pours timely fire unto the beast, distracting it long enough for the berserking warrior to reward the trooper's efforts with a fiery display of exploding beast.


As the Deathwatch battle the Xenos above deep within the lower levels of the Installation a new threat is arising.

In a unused chamber on the lowest sublevel a terrible noise is emitted as a massive drill burrows through the floor of the rockcrete chamber.

A drilling machines tunnels up and reveals an open area below from which the Word Bearer Traitor Marines emerge from a cavern system of darkness and horror.

A Full eight squads of ten emerge along with two dreadnoughts and a Predator tank, entering the Installation after a long travel through the depths of this planet's underworld from the distant Outpost.

Leading them is Dark Acolyte Jarrend, his bald head smooth and unscarred, his mien crackling with the dark power of the Warp.

"Spread through the Installation, kill everyone, if the device is still here secure it." He commands his eighty some crimson clad marines.

A pair of human workers approach down a hallway to see what the horrible racket coming from this room was. The Dark Acolyte draws his bolt pistol and fires two causal shots, exploding their heads into bloody skull fragments before they have a chance to even realize what it is their seeing.

"Leave no one alive. For the Dark Gods!" He roars.

Silver Crusade

Human Paladin(FEAR) 7/Warlock {FEAR} 1| AC: 20 | HP: 75/80 {0}{Fire & Acid Resistance}|HD 7| LoH: 10/35| Sense: 4/4|Dread: 2/3| Con:+5 Wis:+5 Dex:+4|Smite: 2d8/lvl|CDiv: 0/1| melee: +8/2d8+6 {x2}|Init: +0 Perc: +2 | Insp = YES! |1st: 4/4 2nd : 2/3 | W 1st: 0/1 Hex

"Brother Korbin, Brother Othair, I'm getting a message from Colonel Eberbach that two techs checking on the systems in the lower levels haven't check in yet. It's probably just interference from the Brood, but if you could check on it, I'd feel better.
Don't worry, Brother Othair. You have thinned their ranks enough so the whole of the installation will not perish in the few minutes it would take to check."

Aterro puts proof to his words by firing a trio of plasma missiles into the ground in front of the breech. Xenos and parts of xenos fly off in every direction, and the remaining field of death seer and melt any who try to cross it. For the moment, it is an oasis of calm amidst the tumult.


Matteus sits at his station in Command, focused on the huge battle outside.

Behind him on one of the pict screens Word Bearers can be seen moving up through the Installation, disabling alarms then security doors and killing errant staff with single, well placed bolter shots before taking down the pict feeds.

Screen after screen goes black but the overstressed Matteus, despite being a skilled professional, is too distracted by the feeds of the horror outside and by his own keyboard as he clacks away bolstering external defenses on a moment to moment basis to notice.


The Colonel is the first person to fully realize the threat, as he heads to investigate he and his few security staff not engaged in the battle above run smack dab into a squad of Word Bearers as they exit a lifter.

The Colonel lasts only about two seconds before he and his men are torn asunder by explosive bolter fire, but it is just long enough for him to speak an alarm word into his Vox.

Matteus turns toward a blinking light in Command that indicates the alarm trigger as it goes off, suddenly seeing the half a bank of blank pict screens as well as the active ones showing invading Traitor Astartes.

"Oh my God Emperor!" He declares in horror before slamming a fist down on the general alarm button, activating flashing red lights and wailing sirens throughout the Installation.


Luthar hears the alarms from within the station and his focus immediately shifts to what could be going on inside. Fearful it could be another Daemon or that the teleportation device could be compromised he returns back to the facility to discover that it is traitor marines.

Deciding to meet them head on within the confines of the facility would be dangerous, but the position must be held, they couldn't afford to be under siege from two fronts for long.

He meets up with security personnel and storm troopers inside and leads them on a deadly hunt. He does what he can to protect his allies and his spectral wolves lead the way, his force shield large enough to deflect most shots in the narrow passages means he and his support can close the distance and engage the traitors in melee. His wolves move effortlessly through the ranks ripping the legions apart limb by limb while the storm troopers fire endlessly with no fear of friendly fire.

Encounter after encounter with the traitors he summons the warp to smite them and in doing so disable their weapons and equipment, a byproduct of his sanctioning as a psyker, the marines initially confused by their weapon and machine spirits failure, often too dumbstruck to resist the lightning assault of the Rune Priest as he moves through the ranks with his staff, laying ruin to them with fire and smoke while they scramble to defend themselves in any way possible.

Give them no quarter, they betrayal can only be met with death. For the Emperor! he howls as he charges into their ranks deflecting blows and counter attacking like a true space wolf. Squad after squad falls at the hands of Luthar and his men, his frenzy unmatched by any warriors among the traitors.


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

Sorry for the delay in reponse

Hearing brother Aterro's order, Othair heads for the complex. Although a frenzied warrior, the alarm sounding suggested a serious threat and after all the xenos tide had been driven off for now.
"Matteus, this is Othair, what is the situation? Why is the alarm sounding?"
On hearing of the presence of traitor marines in the compound, Othair howls his hatred to the sky before entering the compound. All brothers, I am going after the traitors, but we must secure the teleporter and its power supply. I will try and clear a route!"
The fist sign of the Word bearers is the filthy stink of corruption wafting around a corner, readying his flamer Othair steps round the corner and unleashes a long jet of fiery promethium, cooking the false marines in their armoured shells. Ignoring their pitiful screams Othair pushes deeper into the compound. As he enters the gymnasium, that has been converted into a makeshift hospital ,he is met with horror. A half squad of word bearers are engaging in some kind of sport with a dreadnought, launching live, wounded soldiers into the air to be spitted and stuck to the wall on spikes launched by the dreadnoughts arm mounted weapon. Seeing that he has the element of surprise Othair activates his stummer to get closer to the dreadnought, but just as he is nearly their, he is given away by the expression on the face of their latest victim. Although he charges, the dreadnought has time to lauch spikes at him, before attacking with its giant, powered fist. Othair is nearly bowled over by the power of the rounds, but his sacred armour protects him once again, but he is immediately on the back foot against the giant fist. However, his enhanced agility, allows him to repeatedly dodge until he can get under the dreadnought. From here he opens up the sarcophagus from below with his chainfist. As a horrid fetid slime oozes out of the machine, taking its strength with it, Othair charges the other Word Bearers.


Korbin gets warning through his systems helmet that the base security has been compromised. He takes a few moments to see what the alarms are about and immediately recognizes the traitor marines.

So that is why you fled...cowards! he thinks to himself.

Korbin immediately begins accessing the networks and attempts to slow the marines down, shutting down power and sealing doors with the access the Inquisitor provided to him before her departure. He calls forth what little remaining automated defenses that are still intact and directs them to attack the intruders without prejudice. In a few sections he notices his brothers taking on marines and leading other marines against the enemy forces. He trusts they will be enough and that they can hold the lines while he returns to the teleportation room and attempts to ready it for defence. They could not afford to let them take control of the device and leave the planet to attack their unsuspecting crew on the other side. I issues orders and messages the the next group of staff to depart by teleport to advise the Inquisitor of what is happening and prepare for possible enemy infiltration.

All staff must be checked and verified, we can not allow the traitors to leave, their only reward shall be meeting the Tyranid in their final hours

Korbin finds a squad that nearly infiltrates the bases interior and control room, and luckily catches them off guard as they didn't even hear him coming. Korbin suprises them all with a blind Grenade before moving in with his Executioner axe and cleaving through half a dozen soldiers before they know what is even attacking them. By the time the traitors regain their awareness, Korbin is no where to be seen, the last thing they see is a flash from a ball of plasma before it detonates on the center soldier and the blast rips through their armor burning every last cell in their bodies, leaving little more than scorched metal and cauterized body parts.

He checks the remaining cameras, satisfied the immediate area is secure he prepares some men to defend the interior and recalls some squads from the front lines. Time was drawing near and the personel of the base were diminishing faster and faster. Now with the Tyranid threat and Traitor legions closing in, the required time for teleportation was quickly decreasing, reminding Korbin of his earlier thoughts and ice cold logic.

Korbin then opens a comm channel to his men and the squad leaders in defense of the base:

Our teleportation window is shrinking as more men are lost and overwhelmed from exterior and interior threats, I recommend we fall back inside and hold out until all are nearly gone. Anyone left outside will be caught between traitors and Tyranids, we should fall back and consolidate based on Sardus' evac plan. I have secured the teleportarium and devising some defense, the Traitors are heading here and are cutting through the base personnel with ease and haste. By my calculations they will arrive here before everyone has exited, suggest falling back and counter attacking the intruders while I seal the outside and buy time from the Tyranids. By the time they breach, it will be the Traitors caught between us and them.


Sardus hear's Korbin's warning and considers his assessment of the battle. Knowing they would not be needed much longer on the roof tops he begins extraction procedures as he orders men to fall back and be careful of the flank, unsure where the traitor marines might be throughout the base.

He comms Korbin and the team:
Reroute sensors and have constant updates on Traitor legion locations sent to our forces, order them to create choke points in the facility and buy time.

Then he turns to the remaining men as squads being retreating inside the base. Our work here is done gentlemen, excellent job. Forces have infiltrated our base and are moving to block our exit in the teleportation room, we are falling back to provide cover within and hold off the attackers until all remaining staff and troopers can be teleported away. Fall back to location Charlie and be on the lookout for Word Bearers. They are accompanied by a predator tank and one remaining dreadnaught.

As they fall back and begin to move down through the facility the chaos is nearly overwhelming as staff and personal retreat and are running in fear of the traitors. Sardus takes his men and what stranglers he can carouse and heads to cut off the tank and remaining enemy squads within.

The predator tank isn't hard to find as the noise and destruction are a dead giveawy. He calculates their trajectory and path and sets his men up to ambush them as they enter a large corridor. As the tank comes crashing through raining fire in every direction Sardus takes careful aim and fires a volley of special bolt rounds. The Angel of Death had already taken out one predator tank earlier and knew the pattern of the Word Bearers' armor well enough to place his shots well, crippling the beast and forcing the traitor marines to forfeit their cover and intimidation tactics. As they moved from behind the tank and met men ready for their incursion his seasoned snipers and spotters made quick work of the marines, dropping them with precision as they adhered to the Raptors attack pattern.

Sardus loaded the last missile in his launcher and timed a well placed shot that exploded the tank in shrapnel, taking with it a number of marines, but the distraction and explosion gave the marine the time they needed to charge and close the distance between them and his squad. The close proximity wasn't without consequence as the enemy soldiers were well disciplined and smart enough to react to the new circumstances. As they closed the gap and engaged in melee his men proved to be unmatched and as much as Sardus tried, he was unable to hold the lines for long and quickly found himself alone. His heavy bolter nearly out of ammunition he switched to his bolter and fired shots with deadly accuracy, bypassing armor and the marines unnatural defenses, leaving seemingly whole men to slowly wither and bleed out. When the numbers proved to great for his shots he engaged in melee with his power sword in one hand and pistol in another, parrying and firing, barely maintaining his composure and strength. Thankful for the added protection of the Terminator Armor he pushed it to its limits and when all else failed he drew his Melta gun and fired blasts dangerously close to himself. The heat from the weapon and destruction at point blank range covered Sardus in blood and shards of metal and bone covered his armor from head to toe. Now alone and nearly out of breath, standing amongst so many fallen, he comms his brothers to update them.

The predator tank has been disabled, moving back to the teleportation defense perimeter but then is quickly cut short as the shape of a lone man appears a short distance away, with no helmet and a bald head. He looked to be a commander of sorts and possible a psyker, but Sardus had no way of knowing. It wasn't until the Word Bearer unleashed his dark sorcery, by which point it was too late, that Sardus fully realized his opponents potential and power. Alone and low on ammunition he knew he couldn't outrun him and retreat would be cowardly. He begs his machine spirits for one last fight and calls out for the Emperors protection.

Thought I'd leave some room for another marine to join me in this battle, if not, then Sardus could do it.


As the others comm in their situations Apothecary Morgan falls back while opening a channel to the Divine Eagles.

"We will be falling back to the teleporter room, and defending it from all new threats."

As Apothecary Morgan heads back down he meets up with the remaining Divine Eagles and heads out towards the teleporter room. On the Way Apothecary Morgan notices a squad of Traitor Marines heading towards the room as well. Giving a battle cry Apothecary Morgan rushes forward with his Thunderhammer while the Divine Eagles open fire. Three of the Traitor Marines are felled there and then brought down by the disciplined fire of the Divine Eagles. The other seven look over and seeing a charging Terminator aim at Morgan and open fire their bolters belching out death and destruction. Luckily the shots all hit Apothecary Morgan's shield and even as they pierce the shield's armor they find themselves unable to also penetrate the holy Terminator armor. As Apothecary Morgan charges into the thick of them he swings his Thunderhammer and catches a Traitor Marine in the chest. The Marine's armor holds up for a second before the power-field causes his armor to buckle inwards and crush his chest. As he falls another of the traitors is spun around and thrown to the ground from the Divine Eagle's fire as the remaining Traitors pull out their blades and swing at Apothecary Morgan from all sides. Apothecary Morgan moves back and dodges one blade meant for his head while blocking two blades aimed for his leg. The other two blades slam into his chest and while one is deflected the other sinks into Apothecary Morgan's chest. Roaring in anger Apothecary Morgan brings his shield down breaking the blade in his chest while swinging his Thunderhammer around and slamming it into two Traitors and sending them flying into the walls. The two Traitors with their blades try to fall back but the Divine Eagles end them with a burst of bolter fire. As the last Traitor looks at Apothecary Morgan he gives a battle cry for his Dark Gods as he raises his bolter again and unloads point blank bolter rounds at Apothecary Morgan's already pierced chest. As the rounds get close to impacting on Apothecary Morgan's chest the force field on the combat shield reawakens and turns the bolter shells into dust. As the Traitor watches his final plan fail he tries to rush Apothecary Morgan, but has his legs swept out from under him by the Thunderhammer. As he glares up at Morgan and curses him Apothecary Morgan brings down the hammer for a final blow crushing the Traitor's head.

Looking at the carnage around him Apothecary Morgan feels a twing on his chest as he looks down remembering the broken blade piece in his chest. Apothecary Morgan quickly begins operating on himself opening the wound up further so that he can slide the shard of metal out. As he pulls it out Apothecary Morgan's face curls up with displeasure seeing all the hateful litanies to the dark gods on the shard. Tossing it aside Apothecary Morgan nods his thanks to the Divine Eagles as they continue towards the teleporter room. On the way there Apothecary Morgan hears Korbin's warning and agrees with him. "We knew we would lose facility eventually, but with the Traitors here falling back seems like the best option. I will be there momentarily." As they continue their approach they come upon the tail ends of Sardus's fight. Impressed, and just about to call out to the Raven Guard Apothecary Morgan sees the lone man come out and unleash his sorcery. Charging forward with a battle cry of "For the Emperor and the Imperium!" Apothecary Morgan attempts to draw the attention of the man while the Divine Eagles open up with bolter fire. The man doesn't even flinch as bloter shells scream around him, and simply raises his hand as a bolt of dark energy forms and fires out to consumes a Divine Eagle leaving only Sergeant Uriel left. Apothecary Morgan gives a cry of rage and tries to crush the man's head with his Thunderhammer, but the man moves with unnatural quickness and dodges the swing. Apothecary Morgan continues his assault but finds that the man seems to anticipate each of his moves and he moves around each one without even breaking a sweat. As Apothecary Morgan begins to fully understand the difference between their skill he realizes his only hope is for someone to get a perfect shot off on this man.

Thought I'd join the fight and offer some backup.

Silver Crusade

Human Paladin(FEAR) 7/Warlock {FEAR} 1| AC: 20 | HP: 75/80 {0}{Fire & Acid Resistance}|HD 7| LoH: 10/35| Sense: 4/4|Dread: 2/3| Con:+5 Wis:+5 Dex:+4|Smite: 2d8/lvl|CDiv: 0/1| melee: +8/2d8+6 {x2}|Init: +0 Perc: +2 | Insp = YES! |1st: 4/4 2nd : 2/3 | W 1st: 0/1 Hex

Aterro studied the HUD his muse threw up. The stormtroopers and conscripts had fought well, but the Xenos were bred for this. Sectors Alpha though Delta were still holding strong, but Echo was faltering, and Foxtrot had been completely overrun. Then the Emperor-forsaken traitors showed up and everything got a lot more complicated.

His gene-enhanced mind drank in the scenario, until Brother Sardus gave the All-Withdraw signal, and suddenly the equation became perfectly clear.

A plan formed. And Aterro's hardened face cracked into a smile.

"Major Kruger, follow the Withdraw order and evacuate Bravo, Charley and Delta sectors. Form up all units at Alpha sector and evacuate to the hardpoint around the teleporter-evac."

Aterro called up the same wire-frame that Korbin was using to re-route power. He briefly looked at the all the doors and hallways. Yes. It would work.

Sending electronic apologies to the Techmarine, Aterro opened all the doors along three maintenance routes along the inner section. Door after door that had been shut tight by blast-locks now flew open, as if inviting in welcome dinner guests.

Four full squads of Word Bearers, never ones to care overly about guile, rushed down the empty halls gleefully. They smashed delicate equipment and knocked over carefully laid piles of stores with ease and glee. Although they found no to kill.

At least, until they got halfway.

A slithering mass of Xenos in Foxtrot sector had also found the open halls an inviting path, and had scurried down it with all the speed and zeal of a natural predator clawing at a ready meal.

For a heartbeat Xenos and Traitors stared at each other in unnatural shock. Then the killing began.

Both sides called for reinforcements, in whatever method or tongue their particular race used. And Aterro's smile grew.

'I love it when a plan comes together.' "Acknowledged, brothers. Evacuate at all speed."

Aterro left his lofty nest and headed down.


Brother Luthar has pushed himself to the limits of his physical and mental capacity. Now the only one of the men he was leading able to still fight he found himself trapped in a corridor when the doors closed. It took a while but eventually found the path and rubble of what seemed to be a large tank moving through the complex. It had punched its way through barriers and blast doors. Luthar hears firing and screams and picks up his pace until he arrives to see Sardus, the last man standing and Morgan approaching a man peering behind the rubble before moving out to confront his squad's leaders. No longer accompanied by his spectral wolves he moves as quickly as his armor will carry him, closing the range between them and moving into a position to nullify the psyker's powers with his Psy-hood. Luthar stops nearly 30m away from where they are engaged in combat and focuses his will on the traitor, cutting off his connection to the warp and making it difficult for him to manifest powers. The distraction was all that would be needed as either Sardus or Morgan would have a split second to react and make a killing strike.


Stomping out of the rainswept darkness of the jungle more Tyranid bioforms, a great variety of them, add their numbers to the weight of the swarm already attacking the walls.

There are hundreds of beasts of all shapes and sizes, many previously unknown even in the extensive archives of the Deathwatch, roaring and snarling as they charge the doomed Installation.

You can invent your own weird and cool Tyranids that penetrate the base here if you want=)


One weird and hopefully cool Tyranid coming up!

Even with the tactical withdrawal of the Deathwatch several squads of stormtroopers remained as a rear guard. Under the command of Sergeant Ferrus Mannchen they created a disciplined fire net on the wall holding back the Tyranids. Tyranids were cut down in wave after wave of laser fire their carapaces unable to protect them from the sheer weight of fire. The blasts from the Leman Russ Tank taking down the more heavily armored Tyranids, but even with this assistance the Tyranids continued to advance, and the stormtroopers had almost given up hope when Aterro opened a path. The Tyranids sensing a way into the facility began rushing in. The pressure on the stormtroopers lessened and suddenly it seemed like they might carry the day and hold off the Tyranids long enough to retreat. As Sergeant Ferrus opened up his comm channel to order a withdrawal he noticed a strange creature on the field. It towered over the smaller Tyranids, but he had only just noticed it since it seemed to have some sort of camouflage. It was a large creature standing on four legs with the upper body of a Tyranid Warrior, but with all of its arms fused into a huge cannon. This was the last thing Sergeant Ferrus saw as suddenly a long, tan, javelin-like projectile jumped across the battlefield in less than a heartbeat slamming into his head. It pinned his lifeless body to the wall and all of the stormtroopers around him felt a wave of fear run over them. As they were about to break a young stormtrooper stepped out and began to command them back to their positions. "Stand firm! We are soldiers of the God-Emperor and we will guard this position with our lives!" As the men rallied about this young new figurehead small openings appeared on the projectile still in the wall, and suddenly the room was filled with shards of chitin and spikes. Everyone in within ten meters along the wall was shredded instantly. The Tyranid once again cloaked turned its attention to the Leman Russ. A new type of projectile bred in the barrel of the cannon. One specifically meant for taking out heavily armored targets. The bio-plasma once again began charging in its body preparing to hurl its payload with lethal force and accuracy. Once again the cloaking went away on the creature for an instant as it fired. The new javelin projectile slammed into the Leman Russ just as it was about to fire. The javelin penetrated into the cabin of tank right before exploding with the force of several krak grenades. The crew died instantly as the ammunition cooked and the tank exploded into a fiery inferno. The Tyranid already moving onto its next target began to move with the swarm further into the facility.

Now back to our featured presentation of Deathwatch Bad-Assery.

As the man felt his connection to the warp get interfered with he turned towards the disturbance and snarled at Luthar. Apothecary Morgan taking advantage of this situation brought his Thunderhammer up towards the man's chest. The man looked back and realizing his lapse of concentration tried to dodge to the side, but the Thunderhammer caught his arm and crushed it. The man jumped back looking at his useless arm, but he pulled out a sword that seemed to scream with the fell powers of the warp. Looking at the blade Apothecary Morgan recoiled a bit inside, and he brought up his shield for protection. The man jumped forward bringing his blade up towards Apothecary Morgan's head, but Apothecary Morgan blocked the blow with his shield's power field. The power field sputtered and failed the machine spirit finally overwhelmed by all the work it had done, and Apothecary Morgan breathed a small prayer to the machine spirit. Keeping focused on the Fight Apothecary Morgan swung his Thunderhammer at the man's lower body, but the man brought his blade around in a masterful parry, and then he retaliated with two quick slices at Apothecary Morgan. Morgan blocked the first blow with his shield, but the second blow cut across Apothecary Morgan's chest. Morgan roared out in pain and anger, and he brought his Thunderhammer down towards the heretic's head. The man raised up his blade to blow, but it snapped into two pieces and the hammer came down upon his unprotected dead. The man's body slammed into the ground as his head was vaporized by Apothecary Morgan's blow. Standing triumphant over the dead heretic Apothecary Morgan looked over at his fellow Space Marines and nodded grateful for their help. "Thank you for your assistance Battle-Brothers. Let us now continue to the teleporter." Apothcary Morgan begins traveling down the corridors until they arrive at the teleporter room.


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

As Othair charges the Word bearers they open fire, but the speed of Othair's charge makes him hard to hit and a large number of the rounds streak past him. Those that hit however nearly overwhelm the badly damaged armour and multiple red warning lights appear in Othair's HUD, before the helmet itself is damaged, its power link intermittently failing. Slowed by this Othair attempts to burn the traitors, but only a trickle of flame comes out as the weapon registers empty.
Seeing Othair in difficulties the Word bearer sergeant leads his squad in a charge, however Othair is far from defenceless! Parrying the sergeant's blade with his chainfist, he clubs the marine to the floor with his flamer, each blow cracking the ceramite until the traitors helmeted head bursts like an overripe melon. During this struggle, Othair takes a mighty blow to the head, further damaging his helmet, however Othair's mighty physique allows him to quickly shake off the stars affecting his vision. Counter-attacking quickly he spits the hated traitor on his bladed fist, before using his dying corpse to fend off the others.
Ducking under a blow, Othair rises quickly, moving forward constantly and taking the legs from under his attacker as he does. Even the ceramite of his now victim's armour gives under his powerful grip, shattering and coming away with the marine's leg below the knee. As the corrupted marine's body moves to suppress the bleeding Othair beats the wounded enemy to death with his own leg.
Ignoring the blows of the last two marines, Othair grabs one in a bear hug, snapping his back like a twig before tearing the last in half.
His fremzy sated for now, Othair removes his ruined helmet and after discovering that his flamer is now too damaged to be used as anything more than a glorified club, Othair heads off.
Arriving in the room just as Apothecary Morgan vaporised the psyker's head, Othair cheers his brother's victory. "That was a mighty blow brother, worthy of your saga, but you are right, we don't have much time left, we must hurry."


As Morgan finished off the Chaos sorcerer Luthar rested a little easier. Moving through rubble and over destroyed equipment, Luthar longed for the forests of Fenris and mentally rejoiced in his time outside on this planet. Knowing the mission and what needed to be done, left little time for anything but a hustle. Luthar picked up his pace and hurriedly retreated with his brothers towards the teleportation room. On their return, Luthar was surprised to see a squad that made it past the defenses and his brothers earlier work. Fortunately they were in flanking position and ambushed them, with only a blood frenzy strong enough to move his muscles and armors. As the rage takes over, Luthar finally loses himself for the first time on this planet and can barely recall what happened. When his frenzy slowly faded, he found himself among a pile of bodies and armor, and only then noticed his own wounds. He leaned on his staff to support him, luckily not having much other equipment to weigh him down, and continued towards the last stand.

Upon arriving he sees that there are still a number of people to be teleported away. He knows he won't be much use on the line at range and doesn't want to risk exposing anyone here to the side effects of his Rune's powers. Luthar kneels and opens his mind to the warp and searches for a greater consciousness than his own. He can't understand the drive or reasoning in these Xenos. Their hive mind having too many layers of protections and wards that kept him from touching the minds of anything significant.

Our task is nearly complete brothers, we fought hard for this victory and it is well deserved. I pray our defenses hold long enough for the last of them to be evacuated...Ohh the mjod we shall consume once we return... he says smiling to himself and picturing the celebrations of past victories.


Korbin works tirelessly in the teleportation chamber, maintaining optimal output and efficiancy, trying to pump every last ounce of effort from the machine spirits in an attempt to save as many people possible.

Already withdrawn into the confines of the facility, the men had bought themselves a short break by setting the Traitors between them and the invading Tyranid, whatever the fate of either, it would be well deserved. None of that mattered anyways, for as soon as they were all clear this whole installation and everything within and near it would be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

As the ranks of men waiting to teleport become thinner and thinner, with now only a few groups left, Korbin informs his team that their departure time is near.

We have only a short time before we teleport out, we should be able to leave together, the last to survive this doomed rock. The perimeter is holding, make sure you got everything you need.

Korbin collects a few dataslates cogitators, things he wanted to personally review and learn more of.


Sardus congratulates Morgan and the team for their efforts in defeating the Word Bearer Librarian. He gathers his weapon and prompts the men to make their way back towards the teleporter.

As the outside defense is bolstered and the perimeter relieved from the inevitable Tyranid and Word Bearer conflict, Sardus took satisfaction in their actions this day. They had accomplished much more than most others would have under the same circumstances. He just wondered if the price was worth it, but only momentarily, as his mental conditioning took over and he mentally reaffirmed his commitment to the Chain of Command.

Finally secured and observing the last of the survivors teleport away, Sardus looks after his men and makes sure the self destruct sequence is intact and sufficiently in order.

None must be allowed to survive he tells himself, still torn from the loss of the Divine Eagles as they were ambushed, as well as the untold number of losses here from defending the invasion and buying time for the inquisitors experiments.

Silver Crusade

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Aterro monitored the withdrawal of all personnel as he made his descent. If the life-monitors were to be believed, Major Kruger was doing an efficient job of rolling up the lines, laying down an effective delaying action and making the most of his shortening lines.

Aterro arrived at the ground floor to greet the rear-guard and laid about him mightily with plasma missiles. Every place they had vacated where once there had been carefully laid hallways designed for efficiency and grace for an instant became the heart of a thriving sun, and then collapsed under hundreds of tons of ferracrete, burying scores of Xenos and making further intrusions impossible...or at least greatly delayed.

As the rear-guard ran into the heavily populated Alpha sector, he was greated by by Major Kruger.

"Space marine. We are honored by your presence. Had we more notice I would've arranged a parade."

"Every Regimental formation is a parade! How goes the withdrawl?"

"Well, um, as you know, oh, here he is now.... You know General Carter."...A pinched-face man with a head full of peppered hair and a chest full of color stomped up to Aterro, coming close enough for his fetid breath to steam up the power armor.

"We shall withdraw no more! You have no power here, Astartes! So long as we are in an entrenched position, there is no need to shirk from the lines! How dare you order a withdraw when are even now preparing a counter-attack against the Xeno threat!

You are obviously unschooled in both warfare and military tactics! After I've succeed in wiping the Xenos from this planet I shall report your incompetence to the highest authorities! Perhaps if you renounce your childish order now and take your place in the lines I shall show leniency. Perhaps I shall allow you to stay in the ranks as a cook, or perhaps secretary."

Aterro allowed the officer to speak, wanting to make certain what he was hearing. Some enormous eruption sounded off in the outer-wall.

Aterro looked about him, wondering where the rest General Carter's retinue was. Or, for that matter, his command instruments. "General Carter, why aren't you in the Command Bunker with the rest of the command staff?"

The general seemed flummoxed at this odd question, and stammered out, "Well, ah, you see the Chaos Marines were seen in the interior so I deemed it prudent to move my positi--"

"You were afraid of being over-run, and ran like a DOG to the safest zone you could find. And now you've taken now action, save to see to your own security. In the words of the Emporer, beloved by all: Heresy grows through idleness."

"Now see here! You are WRONG! Wrong wrong wrong! You will be silent and take your--"

'Krak grenade loaded, Legionaire.'

"And you have failed to maintain your position in the face of the enemy. Fear denies Faith."

Few outside the room heard the small cough of the launch tube.

"Major Kruger, I have seen enough delay and I have seen enough of this planet. Organize the men and have them form up at the teleporter with all speed!" said the spacemarine standing over the smoking corpse. "You are in command now, General Kruger.

"Ya, sir." said the general, already barking orders at his squads. "Kleist, Raus, Zeitzler! Form a rear guard!"

Aterro paused as he heard the names barked off. There was something odd about them. His silent pause was caught by Kruger who just turned to him and nodded. "Jawofl, Kreigsmarine. Some of us left over DeathKorps. And if I did not give them the honor of the rear-guard, I'd never hear the end of it!" The newly-minted General returned to his order.

Aterro had long admired the Death Korps, and for some few to have made it all this way? And to long to be a rear guard in this? Such honor was notable. "If any of them survive, they may see me, and I shall grant them a boon."

Kruger smiled wryly. "I can already name it. They'll want to be promoted to the Trials."

Aterro nodded. Such devotion belonged in power armor. "Done. Is there anyone left in the tank?"

Both men stared out to the wall where drab-green uniforms were withdrawing in good order. Suddenly a javelin fired from some unknown Zeno cracked the air and pierced the steel walls of the vehicle. A quick cry rang out, and the guns of the tank fell silent.

"Not anymore," spoke the general.

"Good enough." Aterro sent a plasma missile into the rear of the vehicle. For a heartbeat the physics of the plasma co-mingled with fuel and munitions, and it erupted with an earth-shattering explosion. Chunks of ferrocrete and Xeno were launched high and far, and a ten-meter wide hole in the wall glowed with heat and radiation.

"Gratitude, Kreigsmarine."

"Save your thanks, General, and get the Emporer's troops out of here. I go to secure your passage."

With that he stepped into the yawning chasm of an non-operational elevator shaft. Armored fists and boots grabbing the vertical struts of the ladder, Aterro slid down with breath-taking speed into the installation's bowels.

He walked some time toward the area where fighting between Xenos and Chaos were heaviest, along a parallel route. When his inner-schematic told him he was at the right point, he fired three plasma missiles through a thin cargo-wall into the heat of the melee.

The missiles passed through the wall with little notice. Only when all three buried themselves deeply into a flamer-armed chaos marine did they explode, spilling the heat of a thousand suns around them, and a hazardous melee became blind churning chaos.

"That should keep them from determining a winner for long enough."

Aterro made his way down the final few levels to where Techmarine Korbin made the final adjustments to the teleporter as the last of the soldiers made it through.

"Brother Sardus! Are you prepared to wreck the ever-loving hell out of what was once a fine building? Of course you are! HAhaha! Let us see our way out of here and congratulate ourselves on a job well done!

Othair? Luthar? Have you killed enough this day? I'm sure we could stay a few more hours if you needed some more notches in your kill-count. No? Are you quite certain? Alright then! Let us away!"

Aterro took his place on the teleporter as Korbin saw about flipping the switch to both the teleporter and the self-destruct.

"Congratulations, Heretics. You have won the planet. You are welcome to it."


As the loyal and brave members of the Deathwatch vanish in a flare of bright blue light as the teleporter whisks them away there is a moment of silence in the room. Every man and woman who could be saved had been, the heroes success with the mission far outstripping all expectations.

Outside the Installation a hundred thousand Tyranid bioforms of every type swarm through the heavy jungle, stripping it bare, the weight of their numbers bends the acid and claw scarred curtain wall inwards, the very structure of the base collapsed beneath the teeth, claws and bioweapons of a thousand thousand Xenos monsters.

The tortured atmosphere, disrupted by the weight of a thousand Tyranid bioships in orbit, pours sheets of icy rain as hurricane force winds scour the human made battlements of the Installation.

With the last of the Imperial defenses gone and even the Word Bearers reduced to a scattered handful the multistepped pyramid of the Installation disappears under endless swarms of purple and white Tyranid bodies, like a beetle being drown in the endless horde of an army ant swarm.

As the swarm penetrates every last nook and crevice of the place a towering Hive Tyrant, one of the leaders of the Xenos and a pure embodiment of the Hive Mind, penetrates the command center where Matteus and the command staff once coordinated the defense before they where evacuated.

It is empty now but on every pict screen there is a number, blood red on black, that changes simultaneously.

003...
002...
001...

The Hive Tyrant's lips peel back from its serrated fangs as it sees the screens.

It lets out an angry growl, it understands what is happening....


The Installation vanishes in a bright white and gold light.

There is a moment of quiet, as innumerable Tyranids are illuminated and the dark raining night becomes as bright as noon.

Then the blast.

The Installation simply disappears, atomized and disintegrated, as the blast wave travels a thousand thousand Tyranids scream as they are flayed: carapace, flesh, organs, bones, atoms; vaporized into dust.

Sixty kilometers of jungle turn into a two hundred meter deep crater and the flash of light and resulting mushroom cloud can be seen from orbit.

The rain is stopped and the weather frozen as the storm clouds themselves are blown away by the force of the explosion.

This was no simply self destruct, apparently Korbin altered the device in secret before leaving for maximum impact.

Tyranids all over the planet and even the mighty ships in orbit quiver and wail for a moment in sympathetic pain for their innumerable lost brethren.

The planet is doomed, but the Xenos will not soon forget the agony the heroes who stood against them have inflicted.


As the light of teleportation fades you find yourselves in a wide teleportation bay on the Battle Barge.

The humans you rescued are all around you and are being taken care of by support and medical staff.

Inquisitor Sethiro Weyland approaches you and smiles. He his casually dressed in fine silks and a long storm coat, his power blade resting on his hip. He runs his long thin fingers through his silver white hair and addresses you;

"An amazing job! A complete success! I am extremely impressed!"

He looks you all up and down.

"It seems you've been pushed far but you will be well taken care of, and it also seems additional Deathwatch members have joined your group. Let me introduce myself!"

The Inquisitor makes a deep bow before the new members.

"I am Inquisitor Lord Sethiro Weyland of the Morpheus Sector Ordo Xenos, welcome to the Battle Barge The Emperor's Wings! I am honored to be at your service!"


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

"Greetings Inquisitor I am Othair Wolfpelt of the Vilyka Fenryka and now the Deathwatch. We were aboard the frigate 'Shield Maiden' and responded to the distress call. She was lost with all hands but us. May they drink at the Emperor's side in Valhalla."


"I've always enjoyed serving alongside the warriors of the Aett. I've spent many a long night drinking Mjod with the finest luminaries of the Rout." The Inquisitor informs. "If you would join our forces I would be deeply honored."

Looking the short, small man up and down he seems laughably frail compared to the massive frames of Astartes but there is something about him...

You sense a powerful strength in that small frame, perhaps he tells the truth, perhaps, even, he has drunk Mjod and lived...


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

"In that case I am even more impressed, there are very few men who can drink mjod and survive unharmed and even fewer Inquisitors who would be so welcome. We must share stories some time, although sadly i have no mjod to offer as it went down with the 'Shield Maiden', my wolf brother stopped me retrieving it." Then in what most would deem disrespect to such a powerful figure, but is in actual fact acceptance, Othair steps forward putting his massive arm around the Inquisitor guiding him so as to introduce his brothers.
" This is my wolf brother Luthar he slaughtered many xenos with his powers of the mind and even held back a mighty bloodthirster so the pack could finish it, this is brother Aterro, he is an Ultramarine but do not hold that against him. He commanded a masterful defence of the fortress and without him we would have certainly not held as long. The others I assume you know and tell you their sagas later if you wish. There were others, but they did not make it."

Sorry posting from my phone means the others will have to wait for me to sing their praises.


"Luthar, Aterro, welcome to the Emperor's Wings. I look forward to learning even more about your epic deeds than Othair and Shar Quinn have already shared. If you wish to join our forces you will have an honored place."

Weyland offers the Astartes his hand to shake.


Sardus steps through the teleporter and is instantly put to ease once the light and sight of the facility become clearer. Even though the mission was a success and he can sense the feeling of accomplishment among those awaiting their return, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss...That notion was quickly replaced with anger and revenge, but it never showed, as Sardus removed his helmet and greeted everyone with a smile.

He looks around for Shar Quinn, but hasn't heard or seen her. He knows she returned safely, but as it was her mission and her facility, he had expected her to be greeting them and eager to retrieve her beloved devices.

Waiting until Inquisitor Weyland finishes his offer, Sardus adds:

They will make a fine addition to our team, I am sure you can make arrangements to guarantee their assignment with Squad Thantos...Now, before I get out of this armor, what is our status? Are we in any danger?

Sardus waits until the go ahead is given and debriefing time arranged before heading to the armory to remove his equipment and armor, all in need of attention of more than a few tech-priests. While normally Korbin might look after their squad's equipment, Sardus wished for his brothers, both old and new, to get some well deserved rest and recover.


Korbin steps off the teleportation pad full of delight. He had took pleasure in the workings of the facility and learning all he could of the devices and their mechanics. While still more data to be sifted through and absorbed, Korbin was protective of his knowledge, much like any Priest of Mars, or the Inquisition, in this instance. He would learn all he could and the forbidden fruits of the Warp would be that much closer to his grasp.

Any readings from the facility or planet?eager to know if his adjustments had worked as planned or foiled the destruction of the facility. Was the destruct sequence activated and successful? I made a few adjustments and additions, which should have increased the blast yield significantly.

In reply to Sardus' comment, Korbin replies to him and his brothers:
You all held the line and gave me and the other personnel time to succeed, your courage and actions were most admirable. You all worked well and cooperated as if already part of our squad. I can think of no finer men I would rather serve beside in the future. As Forgemaster I will make sure your weapons and armor are ready for our next mission.


Apothecary Morgan feels uneasy with the teleport, but afterwords finds himself calmed by the battle barge's deck. The dark suspicion he held while on the planet going away. As Inquisitor Weyland's words Apothecary Morgan finds himself disagreeing with the man.

We lost almost an entire squad of veteran Divine Eagles, and we had an imperial assassin after the Inquisitor. Hardly a complete success.

Apothecary Morgan's helm hides all of his doubt of the Inquisitor's words.

"If I may interject where is Inquisitor Shar Quinn? Even though we are away from the planet I would feel more at ease if at least one of us was guarding her."


Brother Sardus wrote:


Waiting until Inquisitor Weyland finishes his offer, Sardus adds:

They will make a fine addition to our team, I am sure you can make arrangements to guarantee their assignment with Squad Thantos...Now, before I get out of this armor, what is our status? Are we in any danger?

"No danger, We are still a part of the Imperial fleet hanging over Medenva. The investigation into events there is still ongoing, we have learned much and are learning more, but everything is peaceful. Suites have been prepared for each of you as well as medical and technical assistance should you desire it." The Inquisitor reveals.


Techmarine Korbin wrote:


Any readings from the facility or planet?eager to know if his adjustments had worked as planned or foiled the destruction of the facility. Was the destruct sequence activated and successful? I made a few adjustments and additions, which should have increased the blast yield significantly.

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"We have long range probes following each splinter fleet of Hive Fleet Tiamat." Weyland answers. "Because of the delay in the relay through the Warp it will be several weeks before we know anything, but even if nothing happened, you still completed the mission. That's all that truly matters. Still when we learn more I will inform you of what we know."


Apothecary Morgan Thrice-Forged wrote:


Apothecary Morgan's helm hides all of his doubt of the Inquisitor's words.

"If I may interject where is Inquisitor Shar Quinn? Even though we are away from the planet I would feel more at ease if at least one of us was guarding her."

"The Device she brought back was still hot, irradiated with the foul stuff of the Warp, both she and it are in containment being scrubbed. She will join us as soon as she is cleared by the Medicaed. She's safe in one of the most secure parts of the ship guarded by a squad of Stormtroopers, though if one or more of you would like to see to her well being feel free." The Inquisitor answers.


"I will be heading down to the Medical Bay to guard Inquisitor Quinn. Squad Thanatos will not be caught by surprise just because we might be in a safe zone."

With that Apothecary Morgan heads down to the Medical Bay to meet Shar Quinn.


Sorry for the delay, busyness recently.

The Medicae section of the ship has several different security zones based on the Inquisition's sequestering of tasks and information. In one of the most secure you find Shar Quinn contained in a sealed cell warded with the 777 Holy Litanies of Castigation scrawled in crazed uneven script all over the tank.

A large clear plassteel window shows the contents of the cell where Shar Quinn lounges naked as blessed oils and holy water sprinkle down on her from light sprinklers on the ceiling.

The cell is guarded by a full squad of ten Inquisitorial Stormtroopers in matt-black carapace armor armed with overcharged hellguns whose muzzles glow with hellish red light.

After they check Morgan's identity and allow him to approach Shar Quinn rises to speak to him.

Cold, wet and naked Quinn never the less appears unaffected by the temperature or ashamed of her nakedness, though her mocha colored flesh occasionally shivers involuntarily. She retains the poise and dignity of a queen.

"Morgan." She greets. "What brings you down, you still look like you're in rough shape."

She does not sound ungrateful for the company however.


"I came down here to make sure you were safe. Even though we are off planet we cannot forget that an assassin was sent after you, and if one assassin can be sent then more can follow. After the others in Squad Thanatos have had a chance to rest then I shall see about setting up a bodyguard for you at all times."

During the transit back Apothecary Morgan waits for the others to be done with their resting and repairs before calling for a rotation of bodyguards for Inquisitor Shar Quinn. After they have gotten done working out the details Apothecary Morgan will then rest and return his equipment to the forge as he takes up his more familiar power armor and diagnostic helmet. Going down to the medical bay himself Morgan will have his wounds checked out to make sure no corruption is taking root as he cleanses himself. Afterwords Morgan stays hold up in the medical bay working on the few Tyranid samples he was able to acquire working on the scent glands of the horde in hopes of creating Tyranid enamel. Whenever it is his time to guard Shar Quinn Morgan will make sure to keep a respectful distance from her, but he will follow her and keep a close eye on everyone she meets.


As Luthar steps of the pad and takes note of where he is and who is among the welcoming crew he finally relaxes himself and welcomes the Inquisitor's invitation.

The honor is mine Inquisitor, I could not ask for a better pack. I accept your offer and pledge myself to your command.

At hearing the tales of his mjod drinking and Othair's instant taking to the Inquisitor, Luthar says Speaking of which, I could use a drink right about now...What say you, shall we feast and celebrate our brother's sacrifice, as well as our victory? clearly looking to Othair, the other Space Wolf, to join him in their Chapter's traditional ways. Unsure how his new acquaintances would take such an offer, he assumed they were probably familiar with the Space Wolves and knew it best to either join them or ignore them.

First I shall have this most holy armor removed and restored, it is too bulky and heavy to be walking around in. With that he bows his head, his wolf helm now removed, and walks towards the armory, his ancient staff proudly displayed, while nearly every part of him covered in xenos and traitor blood.


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

Sorry I have been really busy getting ready for holiday, (never a good time when there are major work events when i get back!) On holiday now, so back to regular posting.

"Aye brother, I could do with a drink or many, some rare red meat and a roaring fire, so that we can see them off in style, but as you say first we must get battle ready again for this is clearly not over. Tomorrow night we will do it properly."

"Priest Korbin, my armour has taken sore abuse and it's weapons too. In wearing this armour I have learnt my mistake and I will now correct it, for it is not right for my style of combat, but I would see the armour made right for it has helped me and been worn by heroes before me. As my power armour was lost with the 'Shield Maiden' could you help me find something more suited to my fighting style?'

" I discovered some new ideas when fighting with the traitors at the end and the xenos fluidity has given me some ideas too. I must practice this. Once I have new weapons and gear I will be in the battle cages if you need me"


Meanwhile, In the depths of Hive Primaris on Thrym, the icy capitol world of the Bacchus subsector...

The horrific screams of Inquisitor Lichninestein echo back and forth within the small metal cell his captors kept him in, causing his ears to ring with the eardrum shattering volume of his own cries of agony.

He was strapped and cuffed securely to a heavy metal chair and the fleshworker standing over him continued his brutal ministrations, as he had the last thirty six hours.

The man was a torturer without peer, a master of the craft despite his slovenly appearance, bloodstained apron, and long filthy black beard.

An absolute master, Lichninestein's only regret in this matter is that he hadn't found this man to employ him in his own warband first. The only thing the Inquisitor found strange was that in thirty six hours the man hadn't interrogated him at all, not a single question, just carefully applied pain and agony.

A Vox link blipped on the nearby table and the torturer put down the neural saw momentarily to pick it up. The Inquisitor couldn't hear what was said as the sound of his own screams were only just now fading from his ringing ears but after a moment the pressurized door to the cell slid open and a man entered.

He was tall and lean and dressed in a black bodyglove. His skin was frightfully pale and his long fine hair pale white, a pair of blood red eyes peered at the Inquisitor from a handsomely sculpted face, the final clue to the albino condition that effected the young man.

The Inquisitor's eyes widened slightly but that was the only reaction he allowed himself before he caught himself.

"You know who I am then." The Albino said, a statement, not a question. He pulled a chair from the nearby table and placed it in front of the shredded form of the captured Inquisitor.

"And I know who you are...Inquisitor Lichninestein, so spare me the lies." The albino said, sitting down and crossing his legs like a well mannered gentlemen.

"And spare me the threats as well." He said as the Inquisitor began to open his mouth. "Your warband is dead, the only one who knows you are here is your Lord and Master, Sethiro Weyland, and no, while I know you have summoned him you did not later get off the distress signal in time, our men are too good to allow that to happen."

The Inquisitor sighs slightly, but then smiles. "I guess that's the reason torture boy here didn't ask any questions of me, you already know everything, is that right?"

"Not everything." The Albino admits as he peels his black gloves off his hands, one finger at a time. "You are the highest ranking Inquisitor we've yet captured and there is much of the inner workings of the Inquisition and its controlling personalities in the Morpheus Sector we wish to learn...as well as the intimate details of a certain ultra secret Project you Throne agents have been throwing ungodly amounts of resources into."

The smile is instantly wiped off of Lichninestein's face. "You'll get nothing from me, heretic, and when Sethiro comes he'll bring the Deathwatch, just as a matter of course. It is what he does, you haven't the power to challenge them."

The Albino smiles. It isn't a mocking smile, nor a smile of empty bravado, it is the smile of one who knows a great secret, a secret that changes everything.

"My dear Inquisitor." He says, putting his gloves in his pocket and leaning forward towards the wounded man.

"In your role as Inquisitor you have the power to decided if entire planets live or die and you have seen great and terrible things, like the Great Daemons of the Warp and the power they possess but let me tell you honestly..." He says, his smile widening to show off every last one of his pearly teeth.

"You don't have the slightest clue about what REAL power looks like..."


Before Korbin can get to the forges, he spends time reviewing his pict-recorder and compiling data for an "after action report." Most of Korbin's tactical expertise is in Stealth and recon and this mission was a different kind of beast, not affording much useful information that he or the team could benefit from. Regardless, the recordings are archived and stored so that Korbin may view them later and share with his brothers. He finally sums up what he can and presents it to the Inquisitor and brothers for their review.

Tactics 65 vs: (Each DOS =+50xp)1d100 ⇒ 71Failure

Not that we really needed it, just more about roleplaying to be consistent.

After the reports finished he begins to prioritize his time and focus on what the team will most likely need next. With limited resources and facilities aboard the ship, he won't be able to do his best, but it would surely be better than anyone else in their current fleet.


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

When Korbin arrives he will find Othair waiting for him, only covered by his own thick body hair and the remains of his great wolf pelt, rent and burned though it is. Beside him rests the suit of Terminator armour he had been wearing along with its attached weapon systems.

"Ah brother, I have been waiting. I do not have the knowledge of how to fix this, but I have started to do what I can to honour the suit and the protection it has given me, by cleaning off the foul xenos and traitorous filth. I am hoping you can find me a suit of power armour that suits my fluid style and my battle hunger for my formidable suit was lost on the 'Shield Maiden' I will miss it's familiar feel."


Several days later Matteus, of all people, comes to collect the Deathwatch members while wearing a big smile on his face.

"The Inquisitor would like to see you, if you'll follow me?"


Apothecary Morgan follows behind Matteus ready for the next assignment.


Luthar stands ready to act, his vengeance not quenched, he felt like a caged wolf and tried his best to learn from his mistakes in the days leading up to being summoned. He follows Matteus, eager to know more of the Inquisitors mission and response to recent developments.


Space Wolf Assault Marine 6

Matteus finds Othair in the training cages.
"Ah Matteus it is good to see you, I am ready."

Happy feeling more mobile in his normal armour, Othair is eager to fight again.


Matteus found Korbin in the ships forges, working tirelessly on Othair's armor, racing against some invisible clock, eager to provide the dexterity he desired in his armor. Additionally, in his down time he took stock of what they had brought and what was available within the fleet, keeping a list so he could assist his brothers in requisition should the mission deploy before returning to a major world for resupply.

As he finishes the touches on a section of armor, he assures Matteus that he will be on his way shortly. After finishing up and removing his tools, he heads to the meeting and tries to refocus his thoughts.

In the days prior, Korbin had begun repairing himself and removing flesh that he no longer desired, further covering himself in steel and bionic augments. Through ancient ritual, he was infused with a great deal of knowledge from the Tech-priests, helping him to access archives of data he managed to extract from the Inquisition outpost.


Keeper Sardus was on the bridge, observing the leadership and character needed to lead a ship and its entire crew. He payed careful attention to flying the ships in system and studying Stellar navigational charts, all the while building fellowship and respect for himself and his squad.

When Matteus found him, Sardus was pleased to see action would be taken. What has happened demanded a response, and he wanted to personally deliver it to his enemies.


Matteus leads you to the Emperor's Chapel in the nave under the center bridge, a highly decorated and large space covered in holy statues and murals with an icon of the Golden Throne looking down upon the pews where the congregation sits.

The lights are dimmed and the pews filled with hundreds of people, each who hold a candle, the tiny lights illuminating the vast chapel with soft light.

As you enter you see that these are the people your heroic efforts rescued from the Installation and they all beam at you with joy and appreciation.

At the far end of the chapel on the altar stand the three Inquisitor Lords and several space marines, their forms indistinct in the present dimness.

"Approach them." Matteus says, grinning widely, beckoning the Deathwatch to approach the Inquisitors. "It is my understanding that the Deathwatch rarely receives public accolades for their heroic actions, enjoy it."

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