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"Wh-at are your allegiances?! Do you serve the corpse God like those fools?!", he addressed the marines.
"uh..." says Ga'duk rather confused by the phrasing of the question. The Emperor wasn't dead, everyone knew that... right? there for calling him a corpse was simply wrong. "What do yah mean Ca... uh Crops god?"
((Yes i fully intend for that to be IC lol))
A large cargo convoy droped out of FTL on the edge of the Gargan system, its modest escort of frigates spreading out around the four freighters. "Keep an eye out boys, Nasty pirates 'round here" said Savos, leader of the convoy. He toggles several parts of the communication relay preparing to light his beacon and call for Imperial Navy escort to the planet when his HUD lit up with proximity alarms, FTL signatures, and hostile entities. "what the...." he muttered as he studied his sensors before he realized what ships where around him. A Gargan heavy battlecruiser had droped from FTL almost on top of them with a dozen light destroyers with it. Unfortunately one of the destoryers suddenly occupied the same space as one of the escort frigates, rendering both ships useless.
"Transport convoy, surrender your ships and cargo or your lives are forfit" said the Gargan commander casually, confident when his ships had the convoy and their escorts totally out numbered and out classed. Savos cursed the Gargan and lit his distress beacon. "Imperial Navy! This is captain Savos of the Atlas Trasport #4-1-2-4-6-2-Alpha-2-0. We are under attack by Gargan Pirates! I repeat, We are under att-......--Static--" The heavy battlecruiser had seen this coming and had already powered up its rails. It sent a volley into the cockpit of the first transport, a dozen railgun slugs tearing through the transport. His destroyers took the hint from the first volley and began taking down the fighter escorts. With the escorts being outclassed it took only a few moments before they where drifting wreckage.
"Transport convoy, surrender your ships and cargo or your lives are forfit" the commander repeated with no change in tone. This time the surviving two cargo ships complied and launched their crews into small transport shuttles used to ferry cargo and personnel from docks to the ship and burned towards the Naval dockyard, distress beacon lit. Only a minute later, while the navy patrols where more than 10 minutes out, several imperial cargo ships with Blood Raider emblems painted over the Imperial decals arrived they quickly took control of the two intact ships and began hauling valuables from the crippled cargo ship, the operation going quickly with practiced speed. In eight minutes the entire fleet, including captured transports had turned and launched into FTL leaving nothing but scattered wrecks and a stripped transport. The whole thing happened in less than 15 minutes, tiny gaps in the naval patrols that the Gargan kept exploiting with impossible ease and regularity.
Governor Ohr'sah glanced through news reports while sipping a Gargan version of coffee, a green sludge that humans find absolutely repugnant, but is considered quite good by the Gargan. He noticed several "incidents" that boiled down to xenophobic humans and frustrated gargan getting into a drunken brawl, nothing out of the ordinary which was a relief. He took another sip as he noticed a bullitin about a gargan resistance gang, little more than criminal thugs who recruit with resistance propaganda, who had managed to find and repair an old suit of power armor and use it to cause some havoc in the city streets. Several EOM soldiers where killed trying to bring it down, and several more where killed when it self destructed, detonating its fusion core. That was way out of the ordinary... He was thankful it was a known gang that had no significant ties to the actual resistance and he hoped it would be chalked up to bad luck and criminal activity and more importantly not related to him in any way. regardless it would make his life more complicated for the next week or two, The Empire would try to tighten its grasp. People would get angry, brawls or small riots would happen the cycle would feed itself for a month or two before quieting back down. Always seemed to happen once or twice a year, this time it happened early and with more of a spark.
Miltant prime stood close to the massive view screen on the bridge of The Forsaken super-carrier observing his little pirate base. The teatherd asteroids being slowly stripped down into useful metal and building the little cruisers and frigates that made up his pirate fleet. His carrier and Battleships floated near the station in standby. One of the heavy battle cruisers being used as the pirate's flagship, at least thats the biggest ship the Imperial Navy thought they had. none of the rest of the fleet had been seen in over 200 years. Except for the Grand Battleship, it was used once to scare off an Imperial Navy patrol but that was nearly 60 years ago. from what he understood that story had become more of a joke or ghost story than a reality.
"Transport convoy, surrender your ships and cargo or your lives are forfit" said the Gargan commander casually, confident when his ships had the convoy and their escorts totally out numbered and out classed. Savos cursed the Gargan and lit his distress beacon. "Imperial Navy! This is captain Savos of the Atlas Trasport #4-1-2-4-6-2-Alpha-2-0. We are under attack by Gargan Pirates! I repeat, We are under att-......--Static--" The heavy battlecruiser had seen this coming and had already powered up its rails. It sent a volley into the cockpit of the first transport, a dozen railgun slugs tearing through the transport. His destroyers took the hint from the first volley and began taking down the fighter escorts. With the escorts being outclassed it took only a few moments before they where drifting wreckage.
"Transport convoy, surrender your ships and cargo or your lives are forfit" the commander repeated with no change in tone. This time the surviving two cargo ships complied and launched their crews into small transport shuttles used to ferry cargo and personnel from docks to the ship and burned towards the Naval dockyard, distress beacon lit. Only a minute later, while the navy patrols where more than 10 minutes out, several imperial cargo ships with Blood Raider emblems painted over the Imperial decals arrived they quickly took control of the two intact ships and began hauling valuables from the crippled cargo ship, the operation going quickly with practiced speed. In eight minutes the entire fleet, including captured transports had turned and launched into FTL leaving nothing but scattered wrecks and a stripped transport. The whole thing happened in less than 15 minutes, tiny gaps in the naval patrols that the Gargan kept exploiting with impossible ease and regularity.
Governor Ohr'sah glanced through news reports while sipping a Gargan version of coffee, a green sludge that humans find absolutely repugnant, but is considered quite good by the Gargan. He noticed several "incidents" that boiled down to xenophobic humans and frustrated gargan getting into a drunken brawl, nothing out of the ordinary which was a relief. He took another sip as he noticed a bullitin about a gargan resistance gang, little more than criminal thugs who recruit with resistance propaganda, who had managed to find and repair an old suit of power armor and use it to cause some havoc in the city streets. Several EOM soldiers where killed trying to bring it down, and several more where killed when it self destructed, detonating its fusion core. That was way out of the ordinary... He was thankful it was a known gang that had no significant ties to the actual resistance and he hoped it would be chalked up to bad luck and criminal activity and more importantly not related to him in any way. regardless it would make his life more complicated for the next week or two, The Empire would try to tighten its grasp. People would get angry, brawls or small riots would happen the cycle would feed itself for a month or two before quieting back down. Always seemed to happen once or twice a year, this time it happened early and with more of a spark.
Miltant prime stood close to the massive view screen on the bridge of The Forsaken super-carrier observing his little pirate base. The teatherd asteroids being slowly stripped down into useful metal and building the little cruisers and frigates that made up his pirate fleet. His carrier and Battleships floated near the station in standby. One of the heavy battle cruisers being used as the pirate's flagship, at least thats the biggest ship the Imperial Navy thought they had. none of the rest of the fleet had been seen in over 200 years. Except for the Grand Battleship, it was used once to scare off an Imperial Navy patrol but that was nearly 60 years ago. from what he understood that story had become more of a joke or ghost story than a reality.
Which i will start writing as soon as i figure out what the hell im doing
i mean i am planning on some petty annoyances for next post. but nothing quite on that scale.
Lol I'm working on the slow boil.
but that means i have to think of something to write! lol
lol, its more of a... generalized term for commanding officer.
And i have no idea what that pic is from
And i have no idea what that pic is from
Ga'duk was not scared of the raging conflict, persay, it was chaotic and confusing and he was starting to have a very difficult time figuring friend from foe. Nobody was wearing an imperial guard uniform or any kind of standardized equipment, it was very difficult. Thorn came to his rescue giving him a direction and orders. Simple orders he could follow. However it meant wading through the bloodiest portion of the battle. The sisters were wavering under the combined assault from the genestealers and the new Chaos marines, but they hadnt broken. Ga'duk nodded at Thorn, "OK BOSS" he shouted over the cacophony of bolters and chain swords. He peeked around the corner for a moment and rolled his shoulders adjusting the comfort of his armor preparing for a very exciting next few moments.
He took a step forward to charge head long into the fray, and paused to bellow a barbaric warcry that ecoed through the halls over even the bolter fire. Several battle sisters jerked towards him training their bolters on him as he charged. Most of the shells detonated on the walls behind him with only a few finding their mark, the sisters exhaustion and surprise making their aim waiver. The few shells that did hit their mark shrugged off his armor saving his life. When Ga'duk reached the sisters he hit them like a Squiggoth, shoving them aside making a hole for himself and the others. He did not slow and kept pushing forward, using his weight and strength to toss any assailant away or simply bowl them down. His momentum stopped suddenly in the midst of the fray when he suddenly found a Chaos Marine in his path with a whirring chain sword carving though his armor and biting flesh. Ga'duk howled in suprise and pain reaching out and grabbing the marine by the breast plate with one hand and the marine's sword arm with the other, dropping both his axe and grenade gauntlet. Without thinking he began pulling the two apart with all his strength, not noticing the several bolter shells detonating against his armor rendering it nearly destroyed. With a sickening crack of breaking bone and ceramite the Marine's arm came free.
Ga'duk dropped the arm and hurled the wounded marine with all his strength in the direction of the other fleeing party, using the broken soldier as a wrecking ball creating a path through the rest of the battle. Before taking advantage of the newly created hole he reached down and picked up his axe. He swung the axe several times cleaving through the sisters of battle and genestealers that got in his path before reaching the closing blast door. He reached out and grabbed the door wedging his shoulder in beneath the door holding it up against the several tonns of pressure trying to close it while he waited for thorn and the rest to file through.
He took a step forward to charge head long into the fray, and paused to bellow a barbaric warcry that ecoed through the halls over even the bolter fire. Several battle sisters jerked towards him training their bolters on him as he charged. Most of the shells detonated on the walls behind him with only a few finding their mark, the sisters exhaustion and surprise making their aim waiver. The few shells that did hit their mark shrugged off his armor saving his life. When Ga'duk reached the sisters he hit them like a Squiggoth, shoving them aside making a hole for himself and the others. He did not slow and kept pushing forward, using his weight and strength to toss any assailant away or simply bowl them down. His momentum stopped suddenly in the midst of the fray when he suddenly found a Chaos Marine in his path with a whirring chain sword carving though his armor and biting flesh. Ga'duk howled in suprise and pain reaching out and grabbing the marine by the breast plate with one hand and the marine's sword arm with the other, dropping both his axe and grenade gauntlet. Without thinking he began pulling the two apart with all his strength, not noticing the several bolter shells detonating against his armor rendering it nearly destroyed. With a sickening crack of breaking bone and ceramite the Marine's arm came free.
Ga'duk dropped the arm and hurled the wounded marine with all his strength in the direction of the other fleeing party, using the broken soldier as a wrecking ball creating a path through the rest of the battle. Before taking advantage of the newly created hole he reached down and picked up his axe. He swung the axe several times cleaving through the sisters of battle and genestealers that got in his path before reaching the closing blast door. He reached out and grabbed the door wedging his shoulder in beneath the door holding it up against the several tonns of pressure trying to close it while he waited for thorn and the rest to file through.
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