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With 10,000 Wraith drones and the UNSC vessel we could quite happily take on a small planetary body and IIRC you modified that ship slightly to not be overly large. I personally would like canon ships. If it is canon throw up a sheet with all the other usual stuff and the intro scene. Due to the current nature of things everyone would need to edit their posts who have incorporated your ship. You'll need to either have both or find a way to get rid off it if your other ship is acceptable.
Well, thing is that the ship I was using for the Outlaw Star guys is non-canon... But then again, there is very little Canon in Outlaw Star. But here we are. As promised, she's about the same size as a Star Destroyer.
Ship Name: Culling of Prospero
Ship Class: Retribution-Class Battleship (1.5KM long)
Ship Wikia LinkDorsal Hellfrost Exterminatus Cannons X 5
Broadside Weapon Batteries X 16 (8 on each side)
Ventral Lance type anti-capital Ship Cannons X 4 (DISABLED)
Twin-Linked Hellfrost Anti-Aircraft turrets X 40
Missile tubes X 10
Crew Complement: 15,654 (285 Astartes, 2821 Guardsmen, 12,539 standard crewers and 9 Inquisitorial members)
10 Thunderhawk Gunships
30 Valkyrie Gunships
15 Storm Eagle Gunships
15 Stormfang Gunships
15 Stormtalon Gunships
100 Drop pods
Half of the weapons are currently disabled, including the Lances. Krakatoa will take the best part of a year to repair.
Notable Crew:
+Name: Kurn Wolfstalon
+Job: Azuriah or Rune Priest Lord (Serves as both Chapter-Master and Chief-Librarian.)
+Description: Reletively young by Chapter Master standards as he is barely 500 years old. Kurn was noted for his powerful Psyker powers when, his powers made themself clear at the age of 7 when he watched a Black Legion Aspiring Champion slaughter his mother, In response, his mind shreded the champion to red paste. His father, A commander in the Space Wolves, tried to have his son enlisted when the Inquisitions Black Ships arrived to have him drafted into the Grey Knights. The Space Wolves and Inquisition got into a shouting match and almost came to blows when an Inquisitor offered a compromise. Found a new chapter, that the boy would take command of when he was old enough. One that would hunt Daemons... The Space Wolves most hated enemies. Over the next 200 years, he was trained to use his psyker powers to their fullest. He has now been leading the Angels against the Thousand Sons in several successful campaigns. He is a Master of Runes level Psyker wears hooded Terminator Armour with Metal Angel Wings on the back and an Iron Halo adorning it and is armed with a Force Staff and wrist mounted Psycannon.
+Name: Worf Wolfstalon
+Job: Prisoner
+Description: The brother of the Azuriah. He is 12 years older than his brother and was already in his training when his younger brother was taken by the Inquisition for training. Worf had minor psyker potential, but never enough to be noticed by the Inquisition. He was transfered to the Angels of Fenris when his brother became Chapter Master. During a recent raid on a Thousand Son base, he freed a captured Eldar Farseer that was to be ritually sacrificed to Slaanesh. Then they were ambushed, Worf was cut off from his team and had to escape with the Farseer. He was mortally wounded escaping. The Farseer foresaw him being of great importance to the defense of his craftworld... That, without him, the great enemy would consume the souls of them all. Vowing to not let that happen, he captured his soul in a Spirit Stone. His soul was then interned into a Wraithlord. Waking, he saw what he had become and immediately attempted suicide. Naturally, he was restrained and prevented from doing so. When the others tried to have the abomination killed, Worf was returned to the Angels by the Farseer, saying that he would return him on the condition that he wasn't killed. Worf now resides on the ship, restrained, begging all passersby to kill him. End his suffering as a Monstrosity. But, by Kurns honour, he cannot allow his brother to perish. He is now a Wraithlord that has been repainted in Angels of Fenris livery (Space Wolf Grey, Mephiston Red and Burnished Gold)
+Name: Viqtor Remly
+Job: Inquisitor
+Description: An Inquisitor in the Angels midst to keep an eye on them. He has a Servo-arm and uses a Blast Pistol and Daemon Blade, he also carries around a Tau Pulse rifle. He travels around with his own Death Cult.
+Name: Bork Molgrak
+Job: Ninja
+Description: an
Ogryn Bone'ead Blademaster, One of the few Psyker Ogryns and one that escaped the Black Ships, due to his low levels, as well as them overlooking Ogryns... But only because they didn't bother to test the Ogryns. Born into the Death Cult when they read ancient texts about the Ogres of earth, they learned of the Ogre Maneater Ninja's of old. They were said to be deadly, so they raised Bork and trained him to become one. His fighting style is much like the Eldar Warp Spider's, using his Psyker abilities to teleport short distances after dropping a smoke bomb. When he was hired into the Inquisition, he was given the Bone'ead implants. Equipped with Smoke Bombs, Melta Bombs and Multiple Swords
+Name: Yoheved and Mary Oriaa
+Job: Brides of Death
+Description:
Twin Sister Psyker's known as the Brides of Death, they were born to the previous head of the Death Cult, a former Sister Repentia that weilded twin Evicerator's. She passed one on to each of her daughters, training them to slaughter Daemons and Heretics in the name of The Emperor. They earned their name "Brides of Death" It was for them alone that Viqtor sought them out. Each equipped with an Evicerator and twin Bolt Pistols. Their Psyker powers are medium leveled, but they do not know how to use them effectively, their main use is to bolster Inquisitor Viqtors powers
+Name: Billy Revanent
+Job: Psyker
+Description:
A Bray Shaman, Born a Primaris-level Psyker in Necromunda and hidden by the gangs, he fought for Van Saar in the gang wars, eventually though, his gang was killed and he was picked up by the Death Cult, He was their psyker until they were picked up by the Inquisition to work for Lord Viqtor. He now works as Lord Viqtor's strategist. Equipped with a Force Staff and Flak armour
+Name: Aminah Kreelaf
+Job: Wytch Hunter
+Description:
A Wytch hunter in the Inquisition, she was born the daughter of a Commissar on Cadia. She was a Sanctioned-level Psyker and found by the Black Ships, then drafted into the Inquisition. She dispises Chaos Worshipping Humans above all else. Daemons cannot help being born as abominations to the Emperor, but these people... They chose to turn their back on his holiness. She has been Remly's right hand man since he first rose to his rank. Equipped with custom Power Armour (Based off of that used by the Adeptus Sororitas.) a Power Force Sword and Inferno Pistol.
+Name: Rennekel
+Job: Tracker
+Description: a
Kroot Shaper, born and raised in his tribe, they broke their treaty with the Tau and travelled to Imperium space to find new genes to feed upon to add to their own biology. Rennekel worked for many noble houses as a tracker and trainer for their guards, his reputation travelled back to Viqtor, who decided that he had use for the Xeno's services as a tracker. Equipped with a Burst Cannon and a Power Sword as well as a Stealth Field Generator for scouting
+Name: Ophias Quell
+Job: Assassin
+Description:
a Vindicair Assassin, Equipped with a Exitus pistol and rifle, no other information available.
+Name: One
+Job: Psyker-Hunter
+Description:
A being that many would regard as an Abomination of technology and the will of the Inquisition. Born with the 'Pariah Gene', she was found by the Inquisition, quickly, and was trained as a Psyker-Hunter. She was the second to be attached to Inquisitor Viqtors retinue. Whilst they were investigating a Necron Tombworld. They managed to capture a Pariah alive and brought him back to be dissected. One oversaw it and volunteered for an experiment that... Well, many would consider an abomination unto the Emperor, but she was a Pariah, she had already accepted the fact that there was no place for her in The Emperor's galaxy, the most she could do is help to create it. They grafted the Necron technology onto his body, replacing his legs and arms with the Pariahs and transforming it's chest cavity into armour. She utilizes a Phase Shifter to keep her out of the eyes of the crew and anyone not the Inquisitor. She is also armed with several Necron weapons, such as a pair of Hyperphase swords and a Warscythe.
+Name: Lafrao Morray
+Job: Admiral (Commands the ship itself.)
+Description: An Admiral in the Imperial Navy, he is highly decorated strategist. He wears the standard Admiral's coat and has a prosthetic arm and eye and uses a Laspistol in the highly unlikely event of having to fight without his Battleship.
+Name: Lemanicus Bridge
+Job: Master of the Forge
+Description: Ever since he was small, on Fenris, he has been a weaponsmith. Naturally, when the Sky Warriors came for him, he wanted to be a Techmarine. Although he has limited Combat experience, there are few more skilled at the forge than he. He made most of the armour worn by the Angels of Fenris. He has 6 servo-arms and, in the highly unlikely event of entering combat, he wields a Melta-Bolter combi and a Power Axe. He is 800 years young and his flowing, silver beard he boasts to be the finest in the Universe.
+Name: Zequial Remming
+Job: Master of Sanctity
+Description: During the Great Crusade, Zequial was a Chaplain in the Word Bearers Legion. When his ship went into the Warp, it didn't emerge for another 13000 years... Although, as far as he was concerned, it was only 100 years, he spent it in the Warp, fighting an unending army of Daemons, holling himself up in the cargo bays, the only way he could drown out the whispers of Chaos was to sing loudly. When the hulk finally emerged, it was found by the Angels, when found him, his armour so bloodstained that the paint had been worn off, they couldn't see his Legion markings. He was barely alive. And being that the computer told them that he hadn't exitted the warp for 100 years, they decided to have him interned, the only Dreadnought available was a Contemptor in the ships hold that he was in. He now works as the Master of Sanctity. Although, as with most Dreadnoughts, he isn't entirely there in his head. As such, he is prone to randomly bursting into song. He is armed with a Twin-Link Autocannon and a special Corzius (Large enough for a Deadnought to weild) made by Lemanicus. He also has a Missile rack on his shoulders.
+Name: Grumm Plorgan
+Job: Honour Guard
+Description: An Ogryn formerly of the Cadians, he is more commonly known as "Headpuller" due to his preference of killing his victims by pulling their heads off. He was transfered to the Honour-Guard of the Angels when he saved the Azuriah's life, the Azuriah had been cut off from his troops when his Drop-pod was hit by flak and he was thrown out, his Psyker powers saving him from the fall. On the ground he met up with the Cadians and Grumm, when they were ambushed by a Daemon Prince and his forces, Their forces engaged each other whilst Kurn and the Daemon Prince squared off. The Daemon Prince gained the upper hand by pinning the Azuriah to the ground and was just about to deliver the finishing blow, when Grumm jumped on his back and ran up, before grabbing the Daemon Princes head and pulling, the Daemon Prince ignored him, knowing that if he took his hands off the Azuriah, then he'd be vulnerable to his Psycannon. Unfortunately for the Daemon Prince, he didn't count on the conviction and stubbornness of the Ogryn as, soon, his head was ripped clean off his shoulders, before Grumm proceeded to beat a nearby Chaos Terminator to death with it. Pleased by this creature, he ordered the Ogryn be transfered to his honour guard. He is armed with a unique pair of Krak Missile Launchers, upgraded from those made for the Bullgryns, only, these have Power Fists loaded onto the end of them to help better get a grip on his enemies heads.
+Name: Lord General Siegfried Wallace
+Job: Commander of the Guard
+Description: The Angels of Fenris, due to a lack of a homeworld, have a notable lack of Astartes among their number. To balance out their forces to make them a proper fighting force, they are heavily bolstered by The Emperor's Hammer, The Astra Militarum (Imperial Guard). The Militarum is commanded by the Lord General. Officer, gentleman, genocidal killer of Heretics. Formerly a Commissar in the 501st Cadians, he worked his way up the ranks, most of the time by sacrificing body parts, Achieving Lord Commissar at the cost of he arm, General at the cost of his remaining hand, and Lord General at the cost of his eye. He is never seen without his signature moustache and monocle, wearing his cravat and frilly-cuffed shirt, and you are not likely to find a shinier pair of boots in the entire Imperium. His motto being "A spit-shined pair of boots, a crisp, ironed shirt, and a trusty Pistol by your side and the Emperor will not allow any harm to come to you." He is always ready to fight at a moments notice, primarily because his hand was replaced by a Power Fist with a Hotshot-lasgun built into the wrist, as well as a Power Sword on his belt, built specially by Lemanicus, it's hilt is shaped like a wolf's head, howling a blade.
+Name: Father Morican Beniiel
+Job: Wolf Priest/Chief Apothecary
+Description: A practitioner of the Faith, but primarily the ships chief Medical Officer. Morican was, like Lemanicus, a youth that grew up in the tribal system of Fenris. He was trained in the ways of medicine by his Grandfather, who had learned his medical knowledge from his grandfather, and so on. Morican was recruited by the Sky Warriors and became a Wolf Priest, due to his combination of extensive medical knowledge and fierce devotion to the faith. He was the one that found Zequiel and interned him, and is one of Kurns oldest friends, it is said that he is the only member of the crew allowed to talk back to the Azuriah. And, though is not the Master of Sanctities, is considered one of the wisest in the order when it comes to the faith... He is also considered the biggest party animal, due to his fondness of Ale and Mead
Warhound
Krakatoa: One of the holiest relics in the Angels arsenal,
Krakatoa is a new Volcanicus-Class Warhound, equipped with a pair of Volcano Cannon's and head mounted Mega Bolter
Fang of Fenris: A Power Force sword, made for Leman Russ' bodyguards. When they travelled to Holy Mother Terra, this sword was presented as arms to The Emperor himself. During another battle, its weilder was struck down by a Chaos Demon and was picked up by Leman Russ himself. Using it to slay the Daemon. It is the second holiest relic in the Angels arsenal.
Bulveye's Shield: A Reaper-pattern Autocannon, used by a Terminator of the Space Wolves 13th Company. The Terminator was one of Bulveye's bodyguards, he used it to help his Lord fight his way out of a certain death situation.
Helm of the Fell-Handed: The helmet of Bjorn the Fell-Handed. A most sacred relic that inspires awe and fear in all that gaze at it. It was crafted by Leman Russ himself for his closest ally, though rarely used, due to Bjorns fondness for having the scent of battle filling his nostrills without the air filtration system of a helmet. The single holiest relic in the Angels armoury.
]Imperium space:
"Incoming Vox... Priority secundis." said one of the Vox-controllers on the bridge. Admiral Lafray swiveled around in his chair and nodded.
"Priority wide-band Vox, attention to all vessels in the area, this is Escort Ultria we have come under attack from Chaos forces and require reinforcements." the voice said. The admiral pressed a button on the side of his seat. "All hands, prepare for battle. We are answering a distress call from a vessel under attack." he said, then pointed to one of the other control crew "Prepare for Warp travel." he said. The bridge exploded in activity, vox-chatter being heard over the noise of buttons and orders being passed down. A door opened at the back, and out of it stepped the Inquisitor, Viqtor Remly, and Aminah.
"Admiral, I told you to hold position here whilst the sensors sweep the sector for reported Thousand Son activity." The admiral looked up at the Inquisitor.
"My Lord, when I accepted this assignment, I did so under the condition that, when it comes to this vessel, I was in command."
"That does not give you the right to overturn the Inquisitors order." replied Aminah.
"I would never dream of overturning your order, My Lord. I was merely following up on those orders, the assailants are Chaos, they may be the Thousand Sons that we have been looking for." The Admiral and Inquisitor stared each other in the eye, before finally, the Inquisitor simply looked out the front viewscreen.
"Very well then." As he looked out, the view of the endless blank nothingness that was space shuddered and ripped, before opening to see the chaotic energies of the Warp.
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-Down in the Hold-
The familiar sound of thudding as a Terminator walked into the large hold. he was approached by an Iron Priest. "Lord Azuriah..." the Iron Priest said as he looked up at Kurn. The Chapter Master looked back.
"How is he?" he asked. The Iron Priest shook his head, they then walked through to see the large Wraithlord.
"He hasn't said a thing that wasn't an asking for death." Kurn looked at him.
"Leave us." said the Azuriah. The Iron priest nodded before walking away. The Azuriah walked towards the Wraithlord, travelling up the lift to a small crossbar that went in front of its face, the Terminator then sat down and lay his Force-staff in front of him. "Good day, brother." he said.
"B..." the Alien machine moved its head slightly. "Kurn... Have you come to end my suffering?"
"No." Kurn replied, taking a flask of cider from a compartment on his belt. Opening it, he held it up. The machine sniffed.
"Fangberry cider... Just like mother used to brew." it said, Kurn let out a laugh.
"As much as I dispise those witches, I must admit that retaining your senses is amazing..." He took a long drink from it, before belching loudly. "It was mothers. Father sent it to me as a present. I suppose that our belching contests are... no longer possible." The Wraithlord moved violently in its restraints, attempting to break free.
"DO NOT TOY WITH ME!" It yelled, Kurn put the flask down and stared at it.
"I would never toy with you. I however, made a promise, not to allow you to die whilst you were in my care."
"MY VERY EXISTANCE IS HERESY! WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO ALLOW ME TO LIVE AS A LIE WHEN YOU CAN END MY SUFFERING!!!" Kurn didn't flinch as the alien warmachine attempted to break free.
"You live, because of my Honour. I swore you would not die, by killing you, I would bring great dishonour upon myself, upon you, and upon the entire Imperium."
"HONOUR!?!? YOU HONOUR AN AGREEMENT MADE WITH XENOS FILTH!?!?!" Kurn took another swig of the Cider.
"Because we are better than they are... How can we claim to be the only beings worthy of living in this universe, when we are just as bad as they?" he asked. "I keep my promise, because I am better than them, better than all of them. To kill you would prove that I am no better than those heretical, lying witches." The Wraithlord stopped struggling.
"Or... Is it because you cannot accept the idea of killing your own brother, when he is a loyal son of the Emperor... Is it honour? Or Weakness?" Kurn dropped his head and thought. "
"All hands, prepare for battle. We are answering a distress call from a vessel under attack." the Vox-casters blared. Kurn was up on his feet instantly. "I don't suppose you wish to fight alongside us?"
"The moment I am released is the moment I die." replied the Wraithlord. A few seconds later, the familiar rocking of the ship being enveloped by the Warp. Then the ship began shaking violently. This wasn't unusual... But what was was a sudden whisper throughout the ship.
"So... The Emperors finest answer the call... Amusing..." The voice said. At that point a warpfire appeared in the hold, out of which, stepped a Bloodletter with black and white markings all across his body. However, it was immediately felled by a shot from the Psycannon mounted on Kurns arm. He then grabbed the force staff and vaulted from the scaffolding and running to the Vox point.
"ALL HANDS, CHAOS DAEMONS ARE ABOARD, PREPARE TO REPEL!!!" He roared. All across the ship, the Bloodletters and Imperium forces were engaging. Running into the corridor, Kurn heard a familiar sound, getting louder.
"AND DID THOSE FEET IN ANCIENT TIMES!!! WALK UPON FENRIS' MOUNTAINS WHITE!!!" The unmistakable sound of a Dreadnought singing the praises of the Emperor. Rounding the corner was the large Contemptor, his Corzius drenched in blood. Their eyes met. "HERESY IS ALL AROUND US, APOSTLE!!! WE MUST CLEANSE IT!!!" he then fired his Autocannons wildly down the corridor at an approaching horde of the monsters.
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-The Crew Quarters-
Across the Crew Quarters, the Guard and Marines were holding their own against the onslaught, a trio of Guardsman, 2 with Lasguns, the other with a Flamer, were stood as a triangle around a Devastator Marine with a Heavy Bolter and were holding an intersection in the corridor. Flames beating back the onslaught of heretical monsters, lasers beating back the others, and high calibur explosive bolts dealing with the stragglers. As a Champion among them charged down the corridor. The Devastator set his sights on the monster, but was cut off as, without warning, an Ogryn charged out of another corridor and smashed the monster into the wall, the Ogryn grabbed its horns and began pulling, there was a bloodcurdling shriek as the monster was ripped in half, the Ogryn, weilding a pair of modified Krak Missile launchers, set its sights on a bloodcrusher that was charging. a pair of krak missiles flew over the quartets heads and the Bloodcrusher was nothing but a smear of blood and soot.
Although, they were the lucky ones, elsewhere, an Assault Marine fell as his chest was pierced by 5 Bloodletter blades, his chainswords dropping from his hands, The Bloodletters began trying to tear into his armour, but they were shocked to see a pair of women sliding across the floor, sliding beneath the monsters legs to the side of the Marine and each grabbing one of his fallen Chainswords, before standing up. They flourished their blades, an Evicerator in one hand and a Chainsword held, shoto-style in the other. They then charged towards another rabble, leading to an open storage area, where a Soulgrinder had made its way in. They smiled at each other before charging at a group of Furies that were about to swarm them, jumping up, they used the daemons as stepping stones up to the Soul-grinders chest before each imbedding the chainswords in his chest, then swinging around with their Evicerators and decapetating it, showering them in blood, they reveled in it, they were doing The Emperors work and it felt better than any of the depraved acts they had sworn against. They then dropped down as the Furies swung around for another pass, Mary threw her Evicerator to Yoheved and summoned her Psyker powers, a ball of energy appearing in her hand, she then threw her hands out and an arc of lightning flew out, jumping from one of them to the other, frying their little brains, as Yoheved charged a Herald-type creature she had never seen before, jumping, she spun her body around like a hurricane of death.
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-The Bridge-
All across the ship, fighting had broken out. "What the hell is happening, where are our Void Shields?" roared Lafrey.
"They are fully operational." replied one of the crewmen. "I can't explain it." outside in the Warp, a bolt of lightning lanced out and struck the ship. Rocking it. "Massive damage to all systems." said the crewman.
"Hmmm..." the voice from nothingness said. "I believe I have another place for you..." Everyone was suddenly thrown against the wall as the ship was sent spinning out of control.
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