Rausina 23: Victory to the Dark Gods!

“Tzeentch misled the enemy as to our strength!

Slaanesh seduced them to strike without thinking!

Khorne led us to spill their blood!

Nurgle will fester in their wound and open the it for the glory of chaos undiveded to spread though the rapture in space we are about to conceive!

All glory to the Gods of Chaos!”

Vanetsch through his microphone to one of the many servants on the bridge of his capital ship.

The gods had made victory hard, he had only barely survived. The ship was clinging on to reality on its last threads and it would take hours and thausands of slaves to put out all the fires and get steering again.

The alliance of the corpse emperor, slaneeshs playtoys and the naive and unknowing was down on its knees. He Lord Vanetsch, glorious leader of the undivided Battlefleet and Emmisarry extraordinanry of his pestilensic majesty would make sure that everyone on the puny iceball called Rausina would know it. They would canker the glory of Nurgle, and then the planet would be ripped into the nether, opening the floodgates to let chaos straight into the gemstone reaches!

Rausina 23: Rausina has to Fall

Spilling blood on the ground is a sastisfying thing. Praising the Lord Khore in all it Glory. The warmaster was about to indulge in that too. But later.  The remnant chaos marines had assembeld near the landingsite of the relive column of imperial forces that had come to the icy mainworld of the system. Successfully his brethren had contained the follower of the corpse emperor in their landingfield area. The nightlords also were effective  in subdueing almost all of the original garrison that defended the planet. A long war guerillia war of atrition had seen to that. 

Now was the time to finish it! No, he corrected. It was the time to start it all! The Fall of Rausina, the Fall of  the Reaches, the Fall of the Ultima Segmentum!

Being able to strike from the skies while bringing small amounts of troops in via the opening portal would culminate in a final scything everything living to lay it before the altar of the dark gods. What the eldar, tau and human who still had a puny presence on the planet did not know, the great streams of chaos, the mighty khorne, slannesh, nurgle and tzeench had combined their might and send there heresy battlefleets to make sure they all could use the portal that Rausina was. Only a thin line of light was keeping the chaos undivided from achieving total victory!

Rausina 21: Marine Vadraak at the Fence

We got them by suprise. What utter and delightful chaos. The fools
were shooting at ech other. We hit the fleeing corpse emperor right in
the lower back! And we hit them a few minutes later straight from the
side! It paid off to have the chosen the chosen to circumvent the
direct route to the enemies death. We hit them right next to the
entrance. Right were the hydra and the sharpshooters were guarding.
The chosens rhino farted a big cloud of smoke out of its ancient
stacks. The cover was perfekt. The hydra exploded an instant later
under combined melta fire. The smoke was so thick that the heavely
armed command troop of the corpse emperors viele minions did not hit a
thing witht the 3 big meltaguns there puny frames had so much
difficulty draging around.

But the officer, spurred into action by the commissar did not have his
company fall back. Rahter they charged the chosen. Quite a feat, after
the troops we mobbed up in front of the fence were only turning their
heels fleeing or ducking for cover. And charge the enemy did. First
tey shot the chaos mage that led the chosen, wounded him and finally
overwhelmed him in combat! I still hear his screams of disbelieve.
This action motivated the rest of the guards of the fence to run into
the direction of the fray!

Rausina 21: Lt. Redcap at the Fence

This can not be happening. They mistake us, why do they fire? Why? We are
just trying to get to them! I do not want to die, my troops do not
want to die. Maybe the perimeter defense is just uninformed. Oh no the
big guns open up. All we can do now is return the fire, disable
everything thats shooting at us  and rush through. We….

For the benefit of everyones morale the drone of the enemy hydra guns finally made Lt Redcaps loud thoughts inaudible
for the rest of the lead chimera crew.

Rausina 21: The Fence!

BEHIND THE FENCE OF STAGING AREA INTERIM SPACEPORT:

Sir, they are coming!

Seargent Wilcox screamed.

The Chaos Cultists! They are storming into the Fence! They are completly out of their mind? What shall we do?

Lieutenant deRoen was very calm. They had come to this Planet to clean it of the Taint, and so they would.

Set up a pointdefense with some heavy weapons outside of lasgun range and let the electricity take care of them…

IN FRONT OF THE FENCE:

We are close men! Only a couple of hundred meters then we are saved! The light of the emperor will shine upon us ones more!

The ragtag group of panicked soldier of the 21st Aquaria did not listen, they just streamed onward to the location of their salvation.

A FEW MILES AWAY:

Meeeee Lorrd the Prey is eaaasy ones moorrreee…We cut of the reessst of the corpse emperoors puppetts from theiiire town! They try to reaaach the neewwww arriveeeedddd oonnnes to join fooorces.

SO GO IN AND KILL THEM! PREPARE THE MASSACRE!

Rausina 19: Saving the civilian Tau, almost.

Private After Action Ponderings  of Trooper Belisarius of the 2nd Squad, 7th Company Blood Angels, attached to Lord Inquisitor Lucius of the Ordo Malleus.

This is a world were we have to align our self with the Xenos known as Tau against the evilest of evils. The traitors of Horus! Creatures that put the the holy believes into the blood of our beloved Sanguinius to the test!

The Berserkers of the vile Blood God rounded up civilian xenos in one of the Tau villages on Rausina. That these Tau villages even exist on an imperial world is hard to, but not mine, to fathom.

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The Divination Board

Lucius voice, silently, gently called out to his savant servitor Pretononius. The gentle clacking of the men-machines innards was audible from all over the small sanctum the High Inquisitor called his private office. Pretononius was closing. Ages old, the mechanical parts of him where already overhauled, updated twice. His bodily parts might date from the early turn of the millennium, nobody knew for sure. Even itself not, since with each new owner the savant was mind wiped to free up brain and memory banks alike. As Pretononius came closer, Lucius could feel the warmth emanating from the Savant calculus tubes, that were implanted in his chest and helped his human brain to do complex calculations and predictions. Human Brain? What the constructors in the Manufactura had left of human brain for the savant servitor to work his master mathematical biddings.

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Rausina 18: Spyfly Transmission

unencrypted pict transmission from inquistorial spyfly 23343355443LVC

pict1

suspected artifact site defended by xenos

depicting a suspected artifact side, northeast of the greenbelt;

improvised defences by combined tau/eldar xeno forces;

defences look makeshift and built in a hurry

pict2

Assault on site by chaos forces

depicting an assault by suspected “word bearer” space marines;

in coordination with chaos renegade infantry

attack looks well coordinated but staggered due to heavy fogging

pict3

Chaos attack thwarted

depicting last shot spyfly made before falling in to battery/thermal stasis;

chaos forces seems to be lept from xeno occupied site;

total losses on both site on an optimum for imperial intervention

THE EMPEROR PROVIDES, THE EMPEROR PROTECTS,
MAY HIS LIGHT SHINE UPON US UNWORTHY…

Rausina 18 aftermath: Chaos thwarted, but Khornes Glory waits.

As I kneel before thee, my master. Mighty crimson glory of the sacred bloodletters choosen. I defiled our purpose by not suceeding to capture the eastern activation runes. I humbly request to be put to death by squeezing all blood out of me on the holy bonethrone of you our beloved god. Do as you see fit with your servant, who is ridden with scornful self-contempt at having lost this most valuable target by not taking it from the hand of the vile xenos. But what should I say, I now know the land, layout and defences of this place far better then any other of your humblest servants.

Your glory with out mights god will spread great when you do get all the artefacts and open the gate of chaos on this world. The whole sector, corpse emperors and xenos alike, will fall to our mighty onslaught. No small raids with cruisers anymore! The whole glory of chaos, the lovely ways of the warp will be, what will come out of this gate.

A whole planet, one access to out beloved home! To enhance your reputation and standing, making you one of the foremost of his majestic spillers. With giving me a mighiter lever to fullfill your dream you will no longer be known as Arbaal the Destroyer, but Arbaal the Bloddy Reaper of Worlds, King of Crimson Gore and shattered Bones!

You will have all the activation runes, all the artifacts and open the gate for Khorne himself to spillout his bloody might!

Demagogue Arsonius, of the black and blue mark.
High Speaker of the circle of Khornes Children on Rausina. Reporting to Lord Arbaal, Terminator Lord of the World Eaters, Grand Overlord of the XXVII Ultima Segmentum Bloodfest.

Rausina 17>18: Obituary

Somewhat disoriented, Azrael awoke. Above him he saw the pearlescent surface of an eldar habitent shimmering gently. Tiny sounds told him at least three of his brothers were asleep near him, and people were moving about outside, their sounds muffled. Experimentally, he moved and tried to sit up. Except for a slight dizziness he encountered no problems so far, and he had to marvel once again at the eldar healers’ abilities.
From his sitting position he could see Bethor, Damian and Calidus, deeply asleep, recovering from their wounds. One cot was empty.
He stood up, and had to concede that he probably should have given himself more time. A few seconds later though he staggered over to the partition, unable to stop himself. He parted the drapery and looked around.
Another empty cot. Pristine and untouched. Sweet Sanguinius! He grabbed the tent pole for support, and caught his breath. Casting about he found his robe, and when he had dressed himself, he had also found enough strength to leave the tent.

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