Post by The Tomato on Sept 22, 2014 14:43:21 GMT
I will participate in a campaign starting next month, we are required to supply a backstory for our army.
Luckily I know that I will end up playing one of my friends first and we can therefore prepare accordingly.
What do you think so far?
Still, no worries?
-----
Private Roke was desperately cycling through the vox channels, hoping to find some channel, any channel still open.
He was met with a constant wall of static.
A few hours ago this had not been the case, plenty channels had been alive, transmitting orders, enemy sightings and siege coordinates for the planetary defense force.
Under the static the only sound that could be heard in the cramped bunker was quiet sobbing and wispered prayers to the Emperor.
The attack had come suddenly, no ship had been registered entering the system, and astropathic readouts showed no warp anomalies.
As the enemy surrounded the capital hive the Aglanian 5th regiment had flattened the surrounding area with earthshaker shells, the enemy was reported routed to the last man.
That was when the vox channels started failing.
At first the stations closest to the battle simply dropped of the network and Roke had assumed that the disruptions was a side effect of the siege fire.
Soon however, more and more disappeared of the band and eventually the contact had been lost with a station in active transmission.
The vox operator had been cut of mid sentence before static had replaced the transmission, the final sound transmitted being the unmistakable sound of steel tearing through flesh.
That was three days ago.
Bit by bit the Vox stations, initially numbering in tens of thousands, had disappeared from the network.
Most had gone without a sound but a few had managed to remain operational for a few short moments, giving a chilling insight into the nature of the enemy.
It was not encouraging.
Most were incoherent ramblings of dying men but as a whole they delivered an image of clawed fiends tearing through the walls to reach the defenders within.
Their bodies, though resembling the mortal remains of sacred human physiology seemed to be forged from steel and supported by what could only be some baleful warpfire, burning brightly green within their skin-clothed bodies.
The last transmission Rokes station had received was over forty standard minutes ago, a short prayer asking the Emperor for a painless end cut short midway.
Since then no other life sign had reached the remote PDF vox station.
The corporal was standing at the armaplas window, staring out into the pitch darkness outside.
Any minute now, dawn would come and illuminate the hive city below, Aglans third largest, and would reveal if the city was still standing.
By now the troops were just going through the motions, trying to keep away the thoughts of theirs, and their home worlds imminent deaths that seemed to be swiftly approaching.
Some were maintaining their lasguns, a few were smoking, not a single one were speaking, as if afraid it would draw attention of the foul sorcerous machines.
Roke was the first to notice the change, the static had died out indicating that a new station had been detected.
He swiftly entered the associated key code, as it loaded he noticed that it belonged to a non standard source, most likely a off world transmission.
The entire crew turned the their attention to the voxcaster, from the speakers streamed music.
It was a lone woman singing in high gothic, not particularly skilled but right now it was the most beautiful thing they had ever heard.
Itaque non est finis. Vidi te...
Behind him the old sergeant broke into tears.
He told them of the time in his youth his mother had brought him to the shrine world of Marion II where this very song had been sang in the cathedrals.
Et fabulis. Nunquam deficit...
By now several other women had joined in the singing and more vox channels showed up on the indicator. The song of an entire choir played for the stunned troops.
At the window the corporal gave out a shout, the sun was rising over the mountains revealing the the hive below to be slowly overtaken by a legion of the hideous mechanic men.
But from the sky...
Ego vobis succendetur , et succendetur, et succendetur, et succendetur, et linum fumigans non succendetur...
Angels descended on wings of fire.
Luckily I know that I will end up playing one of my friends first and we can therefore prepare accordingly.
What do you think so far?
Still, no worries?
-----
Private Roke was desperately cycling through the vox channels, hoping to find some channel, any channel still open.
He was met with a constant wall of static.
A few hours ago this had not been the case, plenty channels had been alive, transmitting orders, enemy sightings and siege coordinates for the planetary defense force.
Under the static the only sound that could be heard in the cramped bunker was quiet sobbing and wispered prayers to the Emperor.
The attack had come suddenly, no ship had been registered entering the system, and astropathic readouts showed no warp anomalies.
As the enemy surrounded the capital hive the Aglanian 5th regiment had flattened the surrounding area with earthshaker shells, the enemy was reported routed to the last man.
That was when the vox channels started failing.
At first the stations closest to the battle simply dropped of the network and Roke had assumed that the disruptions was a side effect of the siege fire.
Soon however, more and more disappeared of the band and eventually the contact had been lost with a station in active transmission.
The vox operator had been cut of mid sentence before static had replaced the transmission, the final sound transmitted being the unmistakable sound of steel tearing through flesh.
That was three days ago.
Bit by bit the Vox stations, initially numbering in tens of thousands, had disappeared from the network.
Most had gone without a sound but a few had managed to remain operational for a few short moments, giving a chilling insight into the nature of the enemy.
It was not encouraging.
Most were incoherent ramblings of dying men but as a whole they delivered an image of clawed fiends tearing through the walls to reach the defenders within.
Their bodies, though resembling the mortal remains of sacred human physiology seemed to be forged from steel and supported by what could only be some baleful warpfire, burning brightly green within their skin-clothed bodies.
The last transmission Rokes station had received was over forty standard minutes ago, a short prayer asking the Emperor for a painless end cut short midway.
Since then no other life sign had reached the remote PDF vox station.
The corporal was standing at the armaplas window, staring out into the pitch darkness outside.
Any minute now, dawn would come and illuminate the hive city below, Aglans third largest, and would reveal if the city was still standing.
By now the troops were just going through the motions, trying to keep away the thoughts of theirs, and their home worlds imminent deaths that seemed to be swiftly approaching.
Some were maintaining their lasguns, a few were smoking, not a single one were speaking, as if afraid it would draw attention of the foul sorcerous machines.
Roke was the first to notice the change, the static had died out indicating that a new station had been detected.
He swiftly entered the associated key code, as it loaded he noticed that it belonged to a non standard source, most likely a off world transmission.
The entire crew turned the their attention to the voxcaster, from the speakers streamed music.
It was a lone woman singing in high gothic, not particularly skilled but right now it was the most beautiful thing they had ever heard.
Itaque non est finis. Vidi te...
Behind him the old sergeant broke into tears.
He told them of the time in his youth his mother had brought him to the shrine world of Marion II where this very song had been sang in the cathedrals.
Et fabulis. Nunquam deficit...
By now several other women had joined in the singing and more vox channels showed up on the indicator. The song of an entire choir played for the stunned troops.
At the window the corporal gave out a shout, the sun was rising over the mountains revealing the the hive below to be slowly overtaken by a legion of the hideous mechanic men.
But from the sky...
Ego vobis succendetur , et succendetur, et succendetur, et succendetur, et linum fumigans non succendetur...
Angels descended on wings of fire.
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