As Segmentum Tempestus struggles against the increasing xenos threat, the mighty Hive Fleet Leviathan spearheads into one of the northernmost subsectors, attempting to breach Segmentum Solar and in turn, Holy Terra itself.
In the closing years of the 41st millenium, there is only war.
And in war, the might of TYRANTS.
In the closing years of the 41st millenium, there is only war.
And in war, the might of TYRANTS.
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Attrition has torn down the defenses of the entire sector. Nothing has stopped the ceaseless and adaptable waves of Hive Fleet Leviathan. Entire worlds have been consumed in a matter of days, the Imperial Navy struggling to transport the guard fast enough, let alone mount an offensive against the xenos menace. Now entire sub-sectors face a near apocalyptic situation of isolation, without reinforcement and unable to flee. Those capable of mounting a defense have organized a huge army on a singular world, one which the hive fleet is heading right towards.
On the small world of Krakof is a sea of imperial servicemen and vehicles of all patterns, concentrating themselves into a defensive position, harassed constantly by the Tyranid infestation. They protect a massive and walled off coastal city that serves as a connection to the last bastion of Imperial civilization, with a massive bridge stretching out to a hive city far off in the distance in the midst of the planet's dangerous ocean. The coastal city itself has become so fortified that it'd make a Cadian feel like they're back home, with enough ammunition and weapons to last a centuries-lasting war. The city walls stand taller than any building, lined with artillery cannons and men watching over the surrounding war zone.
Surrounding this city is mud as far as the eye can see, a wasteland of ruin and smoke rising tall from the ruins of far off cities and destroyed tank formations. Trenches stretch out from the base of the wall and miles outward, filled to the brim with whomever could hold a gun, with bunkers and mines lining stretches of land that the foe would inevitably cross. Despite the numbers, weapons and defenses, despair kept a tight grip over the defenders. With no sign of a navy left to protect them, the Tyranids are bound to win.
On the small world of Krakof is a sea of imperial servicemen and vehicles of all patterns, concentrating themselves into a defensive position, harassed constantly by the Tyranid infestation. They protect a massive and walled off coastal city that serves as a connection to the last bastion of Imperial civilization, with a massive bridge stretching out to a hive city far off in the distance in the midst of the planet's dangerous ocean. The coastal city itself has become so fortified that it'd make a Cadian feel like they're back home, with enough ammunition and weapons to last a centuries-lasting war. The city walls stand taller than any building, lined with artillery cannons and men watching over the surrounding war zone.
Surrounding this city is mud as far as the eye can see, a wasteland of ruin and smoke rising tall from the ruins of far off cities and destroyed tank formations. Trenches stretch out from the base of the wall and miles outward, filled to the brim with whomever could hold a gun, with bunkers and mines lining stretches of land that the foe would inevitably cross. Despite the numbers, weapons and defenses, despair kept a tight grip over the defenders. With no sign of a navy left to protect them, the Tyranids are bound to win.
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Rules
1. You can be almost any rank/position that you want. Want to be a guardsman scournging around for supplies? Go ahead. A medic trying to keep men alive? Yup. A lieutenant trying to herd a bunch of NPCs around? Uh-huh. A captain who lost his ship and now bums around with his remaining crewmen? I don't mind. Techpriest? Go ahead bro.
However, if I say no or don't like the idea of where your sheet is going, either change it or give me a convincing justification. I don't like limiting people...much.
1.5. However, I said almost. You're not allowed to be Space Marines, nor anything like that. I don't hate the big guys, I just prefer more human characters in this one. Fits the theme of inevitable death and demise better.
2. However you may be abhumans. I fucking swear if there are some god damned catgirls... You can even pilot the smaller knight titans, be techpriests, psykers, go nuts.
3. Another thing, everyone is going to be in the trenches one way or the other. Not literally, but my point is the Tyranids are going to be your characters biggest threat. So as much as I love my logistics, no one is going to be hiding behind the wall. You can serve from the trenches closest to the wall or the trenches farthest from it, or if you're in a huge ass vehicle you can park it somewhere on the remains of the old road stretching out from the wall.
4. Custom regiments/what have you are absolutely allowed, as long as it isn't anything too abnormal or absurd.
5. I don't see myself limiting this numbers-wise, so if you want to join in late feel free. I'm always going to keep a vague mass of NPCs around just in case anyone wants to make a character and pop in out of nowhere.
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How it look? People interested? Someone? Anyone? Spare change? And who needs intro threads am I right?
Oh yeah and since this is casual, minimum of a few paragraphs, and effort put in of course. Probably gonna just paste all this stuff over into the actual thread as well if this kicks off.
