Post by Papa Nurgle on May 12, 2017 18:49:10 GMT
The Harrowing
Skanalth prowled the embarkation deck of the Strike Cruiser “Virulence” a former Death Guard warship brought to the growing Legion of Di-kharaa by a group of plague marines. “The other Talons are late..” he growled “We have to deploy soon or the mission will be compromised.” His second in command Andrage looked ready to respond but was interrupted by the other two Raptor Talons arrival. “Your late.” Zethac snorted and said “Time is meaningless when one has seen past the veil.” Skanalth sighed pulling on his helm “You're no longer a word bearer but you still bear the word it seems.” Zethac raised an eyebrow at the feeble attempt at wit and put on his helmet. +Load up into the Storm Eagles, we will have to deploy swiftly to avoid the loyalist patrols and make it into the compound+
“Make sure your power swords are prepared, we will be going silent this mission, so no bolt fire or chainswords.” Skanalth said whilst moving to the rear of the storm Eagle as it began to open. +Deploy now, keep the vox silent unless needed+ as Skanalth and his Talon alighted onto the hard Arkhonan soil. “Black Talon, we are off from the landing site by a few klicks, we will need to adjust course to make it on time.” Andrage said with the odd whistling sound that always accompanied his words. Skanalth nodded and signalled for the Talon to move forward, making small jumps with barely a whir. Soon the ammo depot for the loyalist forces in the region was visible without the need for ocular enhancements. Skanalth made a chopping hand motion and they leaped over the walls slaying the gun servitors before they could sound the alarm. “Plant melta bombs on those warehouses and extract.”.
As the first Talon spread out to place the explosives an explosion of vox communication stunned them momentarily +This is Zethac, it is a trap, i repeat a tra- *A booming voice replaced the sibilant tones of the former Word Bearer* Heretics i am Dreadnought Onafiel, i am the Emperors fist, i am his hammer, I am your doom.+
As the vox cut off Imperial fists emerged from hidden positions around the Talon “Extraction plan F, kill as many as you can while falling back.” he shouted as bolts tore up the turf around the Raptors, blood spurting out of them as more and more fell to the sudden onslaught of loyalists. Skanalth charged at a Sternguard who had slaid more than one of his men, He brought down his power sword with both his hands shouting “No more lies!” *clang* “No more hypocrisy!” *clang* “No more false gods!” the Sternguard’s head dropped to the ground, wrenching the loyalists knife from his hands he leaped over the wall with the remainder of his forces, ‘Eight raptors out of the original twenty, presumably the other talons were also lost, they knew we were coming’.
Onboard the ‘Virulence’
“And you are sure of this?” Xial’nac replied his voice curdling, “A traitor?”, the Nurgle Sorcerer prowled the room commandeered for the conversation. “What other explanation could there be for the space marines knowing we would attack, we lost 52 Raptors in that ambush, and the gene-seed and equipment was left behind” Skanalth said whilst looking at the only compensation they received, the Loyalist head now pinned to the wall. Xial’nac replied “This… goes against the very spirit of our Legion, our unity is imperiled by this, find the traitor, bring me his corpse, it shall serve as a bed for the plagues i will visit as vengeance upon the loyalist filth. Skanalth rose from the kneel he had been in grimacing, he had not escaped battle unscathed. “Your will be done my lord.” and he exited, the hunt had begun.