Unholy alliances, treacherous pacts and probing attacks are commonplace now. Inqusitor Adolpus Bock claims juristiction over the other Imperial armies and is met with polite rebuffs, stubborn silence and even seeming compliance. He inadvertently reveals the name of the most sacred relic that he and others search for. With most of the open territories claimed, the battles will soon begin in earnest.
Sisters of the Revered Martyr
Fellow Imperial Commanders,
It is good to know that many of the Emperor's servants have come to cleanse this planet and aid in our quest to retrieve the Holy Locknar. I trust that we will not allow internessine squabbling to allow the enemy that confronts us all fronts to gain an advantage.
However, I must inform you that the Inquisition places its own priorities above yours, and expects you to do your best to aid us as your first priority. Any territorial gains are inconsequential, as the alien and the foul forces of Choas have already tainted this planet, and it is clear that an Exterminatus is in order once the Locknar is retrieved.
The Inquistion thanks you in advance for you subserviance to the Emperor's will in this matter.
Sincerely,
High Inquisitor Adophus Bock
The Chaos Horde of Lord Sherman
It is good to know that many of the Emperor's servants have come to cleanse this planet and aid in our quest to retrieve the Holy Locknar. I trust that we will not allow internessine squabbling to allow the enemy that confronts us all fronts to gain an advantage.
However, I must inform you that the Inquisition places its own priorities above yours, and expects you to do your best to aid us as your first priority. Any territorial gains are inconsequential, as the alien and the foul forces of Choas have already tainted this planet, and it is clear that an Exterminatus is in order once the Locknar is retrieved.
The Inquistion thanks you in advance for you subserviance to the Emperor's will in this matter.
Sincerely,
High Inquisitor Adophus Bock
"Sssseek you the sssso-called Holy Locknar, with it the power to fold sssspace, twisssst matter and warp mindsss will be yoursss..."
"I know that already Daemon! I have paid your price, and you will tell me what I wish to know or you will burn and writhe in my circle for all of eternity!"
"Sssssss,,, Torture me asss you will, your punishmentsss pale in comparissson to my true mastersss dissspleasure, and they have ssset their own requirementsss of myself and you."
"What must I do?"
"Just induldge yourssself. Blood is the requirement for Khorne, Bloated corpsesss for Nurgle, Agony for Ssslanesh and of course marvelousss Chaos for my massster Tzeentch! Tear thisss planet apart!"
With a few arcane gestures, Sherman silenced the daemon and bound it to his circle. "I was going to do that already...bloody daemons." he sighed. "That's all for now...I'm quite exhausted..."
Celestial Lions Space Marines
Well met Inquisitor Bock,
For ten centuries have I commanded Celestial Lions in service to the divine Emperor. Ever have the Celestial Lions raised the shield of honour against the enemies of the Imperium. We stand ready, and are proud to report that we have struck first blood against the foes of mankind, the occupation of Fortress Acre was shortlived and we have destroyed the forces of Waaagh Hakem that were defending the fortress.
We stand ready for your command.
-Revered Father Modeus of the Celestial Lions
For ten centuries have I commanded Celestial Lions in service to the divine Emperor. Ever have the Celestial Lions raised the shield of honour against the enemies of the Imperium. We stand ready, and are proud to report that we have struck first blood against the foes of mankind, the occupation of Fortress Acre was shortlived and we have destroyed the forces of Waaagh Hakem that were defending the fortress.
We stand ready for your command.
-Revered Father Modeus of the Celestial Lions
Veriquiox stood atop the battlements of Fortress Acre looking down at the smoking rubble and the burning metal skeleton of the strange Ork tank. "First Blood is ours brothers!" he cried, both fists raised above his head. A roar of approval answered him. "Our Revered Father Modeus has ordered us to free all prisoners the Orks have taken, and secure all defenses in preparation for the landing of Battle Barge Rememberance of Khattan." Again the bretheren of the Celestial Lions raised their voices in praise. "Remain vigilant brothers, we must be steadfast against the orks return. When we are relieved Revered Father tells me we shall be given the honor of carrying the banner north against the forces of Chaos. Now to Duty!" With that the Lions dispersed searching the fortress for traps and natives to free.
WAAAAAAGH Hackem
"Er boss..."
"WOT NOW? HAVE THE MARINE GITS LEFT THE MOUNTAIN? READY THE BOYZ!"
"Ummmm...Boss?"
"WOT?!?"
"It's not the marines, its those pointy heads and the oomies..."
-sigh-"BLOODY PLANET..."
Hackem kicked his grot thoughtfully while he pondered this new development. "FETCHIT, I'VE GOT A NEW PLAN. WE'ZE GONNA MAKE A DEAL..."
Imperial Guard
The radio-operator struggled with the staticing, sputtering radio. "Dammit, what’s taking so long!" barked Colonel McKutchin.
"I’m sorry sir," answered the specialist, "this thing hasn’t worked properly since it got caught in that downpour on Siltis IV." Finally, the operator connected a final wire, got clear reception on a test signal, and replaced the casing. "It should be fine now, sir."
The colonel grabbed the handset and spoke, "All platoons, this is HQ, report in." Deep in the primeval forest, the veteran lieutenant from Catacha called his patrol to a halt and grabbed the handset from his radioman’s back. "Yo, Colonel, el-tee Stalone reporting in. We was beginin ta worry about youse guys."
On the plains to the southwest the Cadian lieutenant, neck deep in a slit trench, scanned the horizon one more time before he placed his binoculars on an earthen shelf in front of him and keyed his comlink. "Lieutenant Wayne, reporting in Colonel."
In the rear area, the Vahallan lieutenant sat in his tent and accepted a cup of tea from one of his aides before dismissing him and picking up the comlink handset. "This is lieutenant Ivanovitch, I am receiving your transmission, comrade Colonel."
On the plains to the north, the Attilan lieutenant ordered his patrol to circle-horses and grabbed the handset from its place in his saddlebag. "El-tee Gengis here, waddaya want."
"Alright everyone," the Colonel growled, "the bad news is we’ve been stuck sitting still for a day with this com malfunction. The good news is, we’ve got more toys now. It’s time to go on the offensive."
Eldar of Craftworld Zaitor
The Farseers had spoken and the bloodlust of the Avatar was upon them. To let the Imperial forces to the north continue to hold the city would to concede eventual defeat. They must strike now and strike hard. To the south, the Eldar scouted out the weaknesses of their opponents. The call to war had begun and not even the Farseers could see all ends. Now was the time for an ancient fading race to make a stand and reclaim their glory.
Black Guard Space Marines
The lone gunship head headed skyward with a deafening boom, its cargo safely delivered. The reinforcements quickly took their orders from Veteran Nelander and took up their positions. Their timing had been critical, reports were now coming in from the south of an advancing Eldar craftworld threat. Refugees started to trickle in to the city seeking refuge from the Eldar purging. Their motives were always shrouded, but there was little doubt this time that they would be adversaries.