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Well, my justification is that rebel factions on the planet had never tried anything quite so bold as to attack a space station, and the pirates avoid them as it would cause an escalation and possibly a huge search for the hidden base, therefor the space stations have grown somewhat complacent. The station would be surely be equiped with chlorine scrubbers to safeguard from a leaky gargan breathing apparatus and systems to prevent dangers of a major leak, but those systems would have been damaged from the explosion or overwhelmed with the sheer quantity of chlorine.
Beyond that the tanks are supposed to hold tonnes of chlorine that would bring the atmosphere of the station to leathal levels very rapidly, coupled with a suprise attack disrupting normal activity.
but i can reduce the numbers if they bother you too much, it wouldnt change much because im sure the empire would be very, very, very displeased with the attack regardless of casualties.
Beyond that the tanks are supposed to hold tonnes of chlorine that would bring the atmosphere of the station to leathal levels very rapidly, coupled with a suprise attack disrupting normal activity.
but i can reduce the numbers if they bother you too much, it wouldnt change much because im sure the empire would be very, very, very displeased with the attack regardless of casualties.
The militant prime wandered through his ship through a path he had wandered a thousand times aboard a ship that pre-dated much of the Empire's territory on this side of the galatic core. He was angry, old, and tired, when he took command of The Forsaken he promised himself that he would see real progress in the war before he died. This personal promise had haunted him more and more in the past few years with his advancing age, and he needed to fulfill it. Else he would be remembered as Boh-Dak the lazy or some such non-sense. He had made life for the empire difficult around the home system, sure, he had done nothing but maintain the status quo which only redoubled his resolve to make some real head way in the few years he had left before age claimed his life.
He stopped walking when he reached the vast hangar bay and looked out the huge blast resistant windows. He was in a pressure suit, the hangar was never pressurized because it was simply too vast and provided no aid to keep it pressurized. He stared out into the void, obsured by nebulae, when a thought struck him. The Mekhar, he almost shouted the name when he thought of it. They had been holding the Empire at bay for years far better than the Gargan ever had. The two xenos had clashed on a couple occasions, but the Gargan where always defeated when the two collided. It had been nearly 400 years since the two had clashed, a peace brokered due to the encroaching threat of humanity. He struck his comm-link to the bridge in his suit, "Find me a long range cruiser! and a few frigate escorts! muster them for extended travel."
The Militant walked back to the bridge while the forces where being assembled and supplied. He had pondered why the Gargan had never reached out to the Mekhar before, he really couldn't think of a reason... Well, other than the refusal of aid that spelled the doom of the last Grand Armada. Maybe that old grudge was it, he couldnt be sure but 308 years was a long time to hold a grudge. When he finally reached the bridge a small fleet had been assembled, long range ships designed to be on patrol for months at a time. He hailed each of the ships to relay their orders.
"captain, you are to take your fleet and make your way to Mekhar space, quietly if you can. You will not be found by Human patrols." Boh-Dak said "You will slip deep into Mekhar territory and broadcast an ambassador designation. You are there to meet with an official of theirs and make a deal."
"what deal is that sir?" says the cruiser captain
"Their shielding technology. They have been holding the humans at bay with it for hundreds of years. it must be a powerful we must have it"
"and if they refuse?"
Boh-dak hesitated at this, he wasnt sure what he would do if they refused, it hadn't even occured to him. Surely they would aid anyone fighting with the empire, if not... "if not, we are pirates. Capture one of their vessels that use the shielding technology and return it to us. Our scientists will take it from there. But do not do this until you must! Capture is a last resort."
"of course Militant. I request a unit of Heavy Marines if this turns into a pirate operationg."
The Militant waived his had dismissively. "of course, but again, Piracy of the Mekhar is a last resort."
"Understood."
The Militant closed the communications link and observed the fleet, For an hour various shuttles ferried supplies to the readied fleet, ammunition, food, water, fuel. Everything they would need for months in space. The cruiser was even granted a pair of Light fighter drones to occupy its launch tubes. Then the fleet fires up their FTL drives, making careful jumps to evade commonly patrolled parts of space. Arriving only at lonely stars or is the heart of nebulae befor firing the drives again to creep a little closer to Mekhar space, mostly moving 'up' in relation to the galactic plane, hopefully exploiting the Human tendancy to work within a flat plane rather than a 3D map.
Six Gargan battle suits stomped out from a cargo ship onto the concours of one of the smaller stations orbiting the planet. The Cargo ship was totally unmarked and was broadcasting a human distress signal, requesting emergency docking. Everything set to look like a routine Life support failure in system, and only drew the attention of a few security officers. The battle suits where follwed by two dozen battle droids, shoddy in make, several with exposed endoskeletons and wiring. The droids and battle suits opened up on any security or EOM forces on the concorse. The heavy rail rifles of the battle suits hammering security forces down in rapid sucessuion. The droids cutting them down with combined fire from many simple pulse lasers. Blast doors began to fall almost immediately, but it was an insignificant problem as one of the battle suits produced a heavy industrial cutter, one too heavy for most humans to carry let alone use, and began cutting through one of the walls near the door, leading to a different corridor than the one being heavily fortified with EOM forces. in a minute they had cut into an engineering tunnel, beraly large enough to allow the battle suits through. However, one of the battle suits and half the droids stayed behind covering the advance, keeping EOM forces pinned behind the doors with volleys of pulse laser and rail slugs.
The EOM scrambled to harass the boarding party, but having a difficult time in the cramped spaces of the engineering tunnels, the battle suit bulk shrugging off most fire and returning the favor with punishing volleys of fire. It was a short trip but the Gargan boarding party found their objective, the massive chlorine tanks used to supply Gargan breathing apparatus. two of the battle suits had been cut down by EOM forces, including every droid they had brought but with their prize in sight they pushed the EOM back. A dozen satchel charges where placed around the tanks and on walls connecting to major areas of the station.
The charges where detonated with the Battle Suits in the room, killing the whole team, but releasing thousands of gallons of Chlorine into the station's atmosphere, being pumped rapidly throughout the station. The security teams and commanders of the station had ample warning before the air became too toxic to breath but many did not. hundreds of civilians and any human too far from an enviro-suit all died of toxic exposure. Fully two thirds of the station population where killed and dozens of systems taking damage from being exposed to the oxidizing gas.
He stopped walking when he reached the vast hangar bay and looked out the huge blast resistant windows. He was in a pressure suit, the hangar was never pressurized because it was simply too vast and provided no aid to keep it pressurized. He stared out into the void, obsured by nebulae, when a thought struck him. The Mekhar, he almost shouted the name when he thought of it. They had been holding the Empire at bay for years far better than the Gargan ever had. The two xenos had clashed on a couple occasions, but the Gargan where always defeated when the two collided. It had been nearly 400 years since the two had clashed, a peace brokered due to the encroaching threat of humanity. He struck his comm-link to the bridge in his suit, "Find me a long range cruiser! and a few frigate escorts! muster them for extended travel."
The Militant walked back to the bridge while the forces where being assembled and supplied. He had pondered why the Gargan had never reached out to the Mekhar before, he really couldn't think of a reason... Well, other than the refusal of aid that spelled the doom of the last Grand Armada. Maybe that old grudge was it, he couldnt be sure but 308 years was a long time to hold a grudge. When he finally reached the bridge a small fleet had been assembled, long range ships designed to be on patrol for months at a time. He hailed each of the ships to relay their orders.
"captain, you are to take your fleet and make your way to Mekhar space, quietly if you can. You will not be found by Human patrols." Boh-Dak said "You will slip deep into Mekhar territory and broadcast an ambassador designation. You are there to meet with an official of theirs and make a deal."
"what deal is that sir?" says the cruiser captain
"Their shielding technology. They have been holding the humans at bay with it for hundreds of years. it must be a powerful we must have it"
"and if they refuse?"
Boh-dak hesitated at this, he wasnt sure what he would do if they refused, it hadn't even occured to him. Surely they would aid anyone fighting with the empire, if not... "if not, we are pirates. Capture one of their vessels that use the shielding technology and return it to us. Our scientists will take it from there. But do not do this until you must! Capture is a last resort."
"of course Militant. I request a unit of Heavy Marines if this turns into a pirate operationg."
The Militant waived his had dismissively. "of course, but again, Piracy of the Mekhar is a last resort."
"Understood."
The Militant closed the communications link and observed the fleet, For an hour various shuttles ferried supplies to the readied fleet, ammunition, food, water, fuel. Everything they would need for months in space. The cruiser was even granted a pair of Light fighter drones to occupy its launch tubes. Then the fleet fires up their FTL drives, making careful jumps to evade commonly patrolled parts of space. Arriving only at lonely stars or is the heart of nebulae befor firing the drives again to creep a little closer to Mekhar space, mostly moving 'up' in relation to the galactic plane, hopefully exploiting the Human tendancy to work within a flat plane rather than a 3D map.
Six Gargan battle suits stomped out from a cargo ship onto the concours of one of the smaller stations orbiting the planet. The Cargo ship was totally unmarked and was broadcasting a human distress signal, requesting emergency docking. Everything set to look like a routine Life support failure in system, and only drew the attention of a few security officers. The battle suits where follwed by two dozen battle droids, shoddy in make, several with exposed endoskeletons and wiring. The droids and battle suits opened up on any security or EOM forces on the concorse. The heavy rail rifles of the battle suits hammering security forces down in rapid sucessuion. The droids cutting them down with combined fire from many simple pulse lasers. Blast doors began to fall almost immediately, but it was an insignificant problem as one of the battle suits produced a heavy industrial cutter, one too heavy for most humans to carry let alone use, and began cutting through one of the walls near the door, leading to a different corridor than the one being heavily fortified with EOM forces. in a minute they had cut into an engineering tunnel, beraly large enough to allow the battle suits through. However, one of the battle suits and half the droids stayed behind covering the advance, keeping EOM forces pinned behind the doors with volleys of pulse laser and rail slugs.
The EOM scrambled to harass the boarding party, but having a difficult time in the cramped spaces of the engineering tunnels, the battle suit bulk shrugging off most fire and returning the favor with punishing volleys of fire. It was a short trip but the Gargan boarding party found their objective, the massive chlorine tanks used to supply Gargan breathing apparatus. two of the battle suits had been cut down by EOM forces, including every droid they had brought but with their prize in sight they pushed the EOM back. A dozen satchel charges where placed around the tanks and on walls connecting to major areas of the station.
The charges where detonated with the Battle Suits in the room, killing the whole team, but releasing thousands of gallons of Chlorine into the station's atmosphere, being pumped rapidly throughout the station. The security teams and commanders of the station had ample warning before the air became too toxic to breath but many did not. hundreds of civilians and any human too far from an enviro-suit all died of toxic exposure. Fully two thirds of the station population where killed and dozens of systems taking damage from being exposed to the oxidizing gas.
I mean if you are bored and want something to do. ;P
@Sophrus I figured thats everyday news on yer planet.
Well, the pirates yes. The power armor less so. It was a sign of ramping up hostility from the Gargan populace. But that's fine I can just go for a bolder display next time.
@6slyboy6
you could give the Empire's reaction to further, way too proffesional, pirate activity and a criminal using a suit of power armor to wreak havoc in the streets.
you could give the Empire's reaction to further, way too proffesional, pirate activity and a criminal using a suit of power armor to wreak havoc in the streets.
Ga'duk became increasingly uncomfortable in this room. It wasn’t that he was cut off from the warp, as he had no powers to speak of, but words he knew like "Heretic" and "Traitor". He heard "Abhuman" which he knew where words thrown at Ogryns as an insult. Exactly why it was an insult he couldn’t say for sure, but it was the tone and context in which it was often used. Those saying the words nearly always spat them in disgust after Ga’duk had done or said something wrong. It was odd however this Techpriest, or whatever he was, said the words very matter of fact. He was still sure it was insulting, so he replied in kind the way he had heard other troopers refer to the mechanicus priests. “Empoor dahh-mned Gah.. uh.. Gear ‘eads” he grumbled quietly, audible only to those actually trying to pay attention.
It wasn’t much of an insult, which was fine. He began to notice Thorn largely ignoring him, it was pretty normal. Commanding officers rarely tried to engage with him any more than they absolutely had to. For some reason he was actually annoyed by it. He had saved Thorn’s life at least… well, definitely once… probably once. While he puzzled if he had saved thorn at all he tried to sit against the wall, then noticing a blossom of pain in his side. Where the, now, one armed Marine had hit him with a chain sword, blood was seeping from the wound slowly. It was a deep wound but still not deep enough to strike bone or his organs. He touched his free hand to the gash in his ruined armor trying to remember the medical briefing that was given to his unit years ago. He was sure they mentioned gaping wounds.
After a few seconds pondering he gave up, frustrated, and dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. He held his side instinctually trying to reduce the pain and staunch the bleeding. It was a slow trickle through his fingers even out of a fresh wound but a small puddle of blood accumulated under Ga’duk quickly. Even If left alone the wound would probably not kill the Ogryn, it would slow him down for quite a while but he would live. Assuming he did not die of infection, or taken advantage of by the Chaotic forces, or ousted as a loyalist. The dangers themselves where unknown to Ga’duk but he knew it would be fine because the Emperor protects after all.
After finally easing down into a sitting position against the wall he began saying a silent prayer to the Emperor. He was not trying to draw any attention to it or antagonize the various chaos forces he simply lowered his head and stared at the black floor while moving his mouth in a prayer to the Emperor, one of the simplest ones obviously. While he mouthed the prayer the Ogryn felt much better and the bleeding stopped soon after he lowered his head. While its entirely possible that the wound stopped on its own, he was convinced that his prayer must have helped somehow even in a null zone.
It wasn’t much of an insult, which was fine. He began to notice Thorn largely ignoring him, it was pretty normal. Commanding officers rarely tried to engage with him any more than they absolutely had to. For some reason he was actually annoyed by it. He had saved Thorn’s life at least… well, definitely once… probably once. While he puzzled if he had saved thorn at all he tried to sit against the wall, then noticing a blossom of pain in his side. Where the, now, one armed Marine had hit him with a chain sword, blood was seeping from the wound slowly. It was a deep wound but still not deep enough to strike bone or his organs. He touched his free hand to the gash in his ruined armor trying to remember the medical briefing that was given to his unit years ago. He was sure they mentioned gaping wounds.
After a few seconds pondering he gave up, frustrated, and dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. He held his side instinctually trying to reduce the pain and staunch the bleeding. It was a slow trickle through his fingers even out of a fresh wound but a small puddle of blood accumulated under Ga’duk quickly. Even If left alone the wound would probably not kill the Ogryn, it would slow him down for quite a while but he would live. Assuming he did not die of infection, or taken advantage of by the Chaotic forces, or ousted as a loyalist. The dangers themselves where unknown to Ga’duk but he knew it would be fine because the Emperor protects after all.
After finally easing down into a sitting position against the wall he began saying a silent prayer to the Emperor. He was not trying to draw any attention to it or antagonize the various chaos forces he simply lowered his head and stared at the black floor while moving his mouth in a prayer to the Emperor, one of the simplest ones obviously. While he mouthed the prayer the Ogryn felt much better and the bleeding stopped soon after he lowered his head. While its entirely possible that the wound stopped on its own, he was convinced that his prayer must have helped somehow even in a null zone.
hmmm, looks like its my turn again
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