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The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

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The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

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The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

Emperor Class Battleship Void's Wrath Meeting chammber

Admiral Marko sat impatiently waiting for his many guests to show up in order to begin their planning to hit this little ball of shit. He hated he was going to have to be the one to give them the bad news about new orders from on high.... they did not make things easy on anyone. He sighed, and wondered who would be the first through the door. His legs were kicked up on the table and he appeared extremely dissinterested in what he was supposed to be doing... but anyone with a modicum of perception could see the deep bags underneath his eyes... he never slept well in the lead up to a campaign.

Colonel Howlard was the first through the door, followed closely behind by both the Major and the Commissar. Frowning slightly at the Admiral's posture, he saluted nevertheless.

"Colonel Antunes Howlard of the 64th Penal Legion reporting for the briefing, sir." He intoned in his best professional tone. No reason to antagonize an Admiral so early in the campaign, even if said Admiral looked rather unprofessional at the moment.

The hulking mass of genetically mutated flesh and muscles that was Octivian and his Sergent Commander walked into the room next. Thier transport cruser had taken them quickly from the Phantom Queen after he a quick talk to his Captains about what was going on.

Octavian hated meetings like this, he would hav much rather be on the field of battle, but feelings such as impatience had no place in his heart, or heart's. He didn't bother saluting, he technically out ranked them, in some way shape or form. Without much or a word, Octivian took a seat at the head of the table, his huge body barely able to fit in the seat. His SC imitated him and sat on his left. Thier unnatural silence created tension so thick that it could be cut with a butter knife.

The young Commissar followed the Tempestor through the armoured door to the breifing room. The tempestor prime didn't acknowledge any particular person other than the admiral and other pertantent ranking officers. Even then only with small nods and a stiff ramrod straightening of his back.

Commissar Vaughn said the hellos and good days that his commander was not capable or willing to do. "Greetings sir, My name is Commissar Vaughn and this is Tempestor Prime Ulskar. Of the 903rd Scion Company." Doffing his hat and clicking his heels together smartly.

Flanked by his assistant and the Elysian bodyguard weapon specialist, Lord Commissar Karis made his enterance into the room, a slight feeling of confidence emboldened him as he felt like one of the more in-charge people at this gather, "Greetings gentlement, Lord Commissar Tristan Karis attached to the 14th Vultis Bloodborn Light Infantry Regiment."

With his hat and uniform adjusted to suitable levels, Karis made his way to the meeting table with his assistant Enola right behind him. Ridolan the Elysian found himself a bench off to the side where he landed his flamer with a heavy metal thud.

"So..." Karis folded his arms as he panned his eyes around the rest of the party goers, "How shall we deal with these little inssurectionists?"

The Admiral sighed heavily, removing his feet from the hollow table and gesturing for everyone to sit down. He clicked several buttons on the table edge and a 3d model of the the heavily fortified mining complex. He jabbed a finger at the hologram, specifically at what appeared to be a hanger, "This, Ladies and Gentleman, is the only entrance on the entire station that has been left working. This is the only Hangar our 'secessionist' enemies have not welded shut or collapsed.", he looked around the table, looking into the many hardened faces, "This, is the only way we will be able to enter, thanks to a recent order from the Administratum.", he cleared his throat as he picked up a data slate to read, "Attention noble warriors of the Imperium. As you bring the fight to the so called 'Union' the mining planet known as 'Zeta' requires special attention. The Mining complex on the surface is the only onne of its kind and is irreplacable."

He paused to again clear his trhoat, "Because of this, you are ordered to use no super heavy or particularly damaging ammunition against the complex. We know that you, our greates soldiers, will be able to defeat these insurmountable odds. The Emperor Protects.", he tossed the pad to the table and growled, "Meaning, you will be recieving little to no support from the navy and this,", he again jabbed at the hangar, which was the epicentre of a massive killfield, "Is your only way in.", he paused to let the surrounded leaders, many of them commisars, accept and absorb this information.

"And once again the Administratum shows its true colors." Major Farzbard snorted. "You're sure they haven't told us to take the complex with kind words and positive thinking too?"

"Silence, Major." Colonel Howlard snapped at his second in command before turning back towards the Admiral. "What's the terrain like around this hangar? Do we have any reliable info on the state of their defences? Numbers or disposition?" Of course, he thought, the bastards wouldn't make it easy for them. Just another slight to add to the list.

Octivian rubbed the stubble that had began growing a few days before, he would have to shave soon. The breifing was grim, orbital artillery was a no go, which meant that they would be going im with little air support. Assuming the complex housed aircrafts, use of air superiority would be usless. Playing the mole was also impossible, digging through adimantum would take to much time, and they would be noticed soon enough.

"We have no choice but to come at them head on, theres no useing sleath with this mission. Were basically going to have to run at them with Rhinos and Land Raiders as shields. Trying to have a firefight with them behind the flimsy cover that the terrain with provide." Octivian said simply, hundreds of years of experience behind his words as he leaned back in his seat, his armor creaking quietly.

If there was one advantage to the emotionless roboticizing that was the stormtrooper training regiem. It was that moral amogst the 903rd wasn't about to dip just because the odds were now hopelessly, if not hilariouslly stacked against them. They would fight and they would die all the same. Still, neither the Tempestor Prime or Commissar Vaughn liked the idea of the assault very much. Not fearing death was not the same as immortality. A bloodbath was a bloodbath was a bloodbath.

"Are we certain there are not access shafts or other avenues to infiltrate kill teams through." Commissar Vaughn spoke up. "Fine, we will only use the specified entrance as the main avenue of attack. But surely we can have men crawling around without breaking everything in sight. Give them a few plasma charges and explosive satchels and they may be able to weaken the initial defences at the mouth of the entrance. It would help us establish a toehold at the very least."

The commissar didn't add that the lives of the kill teams would almost certainly be forfeit after completing their task. But better twenty or thirty men die than two thousand trying to break through that opening.

"The Vultis 14th will be more than happy to take on such a task, Commissar Vaughn." Karis faced the commissar as he shuffled his hands once more, "They can carry the explosives forward in fire teams and throw them over. My men will not run from such a task nor will they shy away from it. To be honest, I'm not even sure if they know how."

Karis had rationalized such a thought in his head as a decent trade off, the fire team approach would mean that the martyrs could hopefully punch ever so slightly deeper into the enemy before discharge. Should they survive, then that's extra men to lead the charge, should they not, the teams were small enough to be of little concern.

"Alternatively we can always send the convicts in first, glory to the Emperor and all that jazz." Karis dismisevly waved at such notions, they were meat shields plain and simple, Whitesheild conscripts that were even less prepared for war. It wasn't like that the God-Emperor would be all to willing to accept someone who had wronged him once before back into his enlightening grace.

"However, I propose another idea," Karis stood up and pointed to several spots on the planet surface, "I suggest we attempt to do a twin-progged attack. Some forces will be used to pin down the enemy in a prolonged firefight in which they shall think that we are focusing our main efforts on that established frontline. Once enough resources and manpower has been diverted to that front, we could use a smaller force to try and sweep them up through the back."

Sitting back down and crossing his hands once more, the Lord Commissar muttered in a muted, harsher voice, "And if that fails... the God-Emp

Listening to the assembled leadership while simultaneously looking over the holo-map before pausing as the others spoke, "Well... thats interesting.", he zoomed in a small section near the back of the station. There appeared to be a small exhaust pipe. "It would appear they have not blocked this exhaust port... but its very small. As far as I can tell, ordinary men could get through three by three if they were shoulder to shoulder, or Astartes one by one. Meaning the one advantage we do have becomes useless, numbers.", the Admiral sighed and pushed himself up before continuing. "I know some of you may not want to hear it but our enemies, with our most generous estimates, have barely ten thousand troops and probably far less than that. They are outnumbered by... a frankly disheartening amount. We can afford to turn this into a meatgrinder gentleman, and it looks like thats what we will be doing... even if we try to exploit this exhaust port they will just clog it with bodies.", he looked around the table again, "Unless anyone else has suggestions on how to possibly use this new avenue?"

"I see no problem with turning this into a meatgrinder." Colonel Howlard started. "But we have to think of the future, don't we? Why waste all of our force here in this worthless piece of shit of a moon?" He turned to face Commissar Karis. "Your idea has merit, Commissar. I'm more than willing to organize an assault against the main entrance to distract the enemy while another group sneaks into their backdoor." The Colonel paused for a moment. "With that said, if we do follow this plan we would still need to deploy overwhelming force to the divertionary attack while at the same time keeping a reserve ready in case our infiltration team manages to open up another entry point." He shifted on his seat. "The main problem is the order from the Administratum. The lack of artillery or heavy support will only make things harder for us. Most of my regiment is mechanized. We're supposed to strike hard and keep moving. This whole situation is exactly what we are not supposed to be doing. But then again." He chuckled mirthlessly. "We are a Penal Legion. Who better to go first?" Not that Howlard enjoyed the idea of sending his troops to die in this meatgrinder. Penal Legion or not, the 64th deserved to be used well, not thrown around carelessly like a hammer.

"Why not all at once?" The tempestor prime spoke up for the first time. "Launch a frontal assault to distract them. Push forward with vehicles for cover. Then have some hit the location from other directions while infiltrating through the vent." The man's voice was disturbly calm and emotionless while describing what would still only end in a bloodbath. And when filtered through his re-breather mask, just a bit robotic.

Commissar Vaughn looked hard at the holo map and nodded in agreement. "It could work. If the frontal assault was damming enough to forcce them too keep all attention and resources to hold it back. They wont be able to notice the kill teams and the other attack force until it's too late. We can either destroy their frontal defences or further weaken any rearguard they have."

"With luck the killteams can even survive long enough to continue raising merry hell long enough for the main assault to catch up to their position."

"Killteams provided by your regiment, Commissar?" Colonel Howlard asked. "As it stands, my regiment has no specialists of the sort. And your Tempestus lot have quite a reputation."

"Certainly" Vaughn nodded. The 903rd could easily spare a few teams to get the job done. And his men would have the best chance of surviving aside from the astartes themselves.

"Still, I'm not so sure about the merits of deploying all of our strength in this battle." Major Farzbard spoke. "There's only so much space and too many soldiers will just give our enemies more targets to shoot at. Specially now since we won't be able to use our full firepower." She raised her hands defensively. "I'm not saying that the plan won't work. But if we rely too much on mere numbers we might suffer more casualties than necessary."

"As soon as the administratum gave their edicts and prohibitions. There were already going to be more casualties than necessary." Vaughn leaned back and let a grim scowl paint itself over his handsom features. "At this point our best bet is to try and get this over quickly. This will be bloody no matter how we handle it."

"I guess you're right." The Major conceded, leaning back in her chair. "We really don't have any other option." She sighed, more distraght over the fact that her company would no doubt get mauled and as such would lose influence within the regiment than the overall costs of the battle itself.

"And what about prisoners?" Commissar Torcharian asked the Admiral, finally bringing attention to himself. "Any special directives or do we just deal with them as usual?"

"Hmmmmm...", the Admiral had actually recieved no orders regarding prisoners here or during the war at large. He supposed he got to decide how to deal with them then... alright, "For now... any prisoners will be thrown in ship brigs, for further questioning. There is no know Chaos taint amongst these rebels, so the usual turn-and-burn tactics for rebellions. Besides, they could have useful information... try to capture generals alive.", he paused for a moment before continuing, "However, for those who have yet to be informed... there are scattered reports that our opposition may have a small Astartes compliment, we aren't sure how large. The Graven Brothers have a presence here as far as we know...", he knew that the others knew how dangerous even a very small squad of Astartes could be, especially on the defensive.

The Commissar nodded, the Admiral probably wouldn't mind if the 64th delivered less prisoners than the others. Still, he would at least try to get his troops to follow protocol this time. The regiment certainly didn't need a repeat of Trastamara. As for the Astartes, not really much that he could reasonably do about it. So, why bother? Let the Colonel worry about it.

"Well..."The Commissar said. "We got Astartes on our side, so at least there's that."

"Do we know how many Traitor Marines could be deployed here?" Colonel Howlard asked. As if the situation couldn't get any worse.

Whether or not Octivian's Astartes were on the inside, collapsing them from inside, or outside, pushing towards the enemy with Rhinos and the Mech unit, they would prove to be highly valuable on both fronts.

"The Graven Brothers numbers were hit hard before this, I wouldn't expect more that 200 or so, but as was mentioned, they are lethal none the less. One of their men, is 10 if not 20 of yours." Octivian said bluntly. "So were do you want us, I'll leave that decision to all of you." He said with a shurg.

The Admiral nodded to the men and women around the holo-table, "In the end, without my assistance its up to all of you down there. I wish you the best of luck, may the God Emperor be with you.", and with that, the meeting was adjourned.

The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

Zeta Mining Complex Council room

Sergeant Marius marched into the central council room first. He and his men took their positions arounf the massive holo-table that dominated its center. He growled as he stood, looking at the fleet in orbit, the Imperium had rolled out in force. The Vanguard was dangerous indeed, luckily they were on the defense here, and if his guess was correct they would not be able to bring the fleet or their heaviest weapons to bear. And now, it was time to wait for his fellow 'commanders'.

Brigadier General Garroway took her place at the holo-table with trepidation, feeling the Space Marine's presence be felt even if his focus was upon the formations depicted on the arcane display of images and symbols suspended in mid-air. Unwilling to let weakness define her, she instead turned to her aide for a pre-loaded dataslate listing her army's assets and what they could contribute. She stood awaiting her God's commands, to be fulfilled to the best of Fallum's ability.

Finally there was Master Vanassa, her body standing stoic, and still before the table arms crossed over her stomach. Glowing blue ocular lenses turned to take in those others that had assembled. "I believe we are all in attendence Astartes, perhaps you would wish to discuss directives at this time." Behind her stood a Enginseer that was tapping his fingers across a dataslate to input any new directives the Astartes might give during the meeting.

Marius looked at the two other commanders, a Skitarri and a Militia guard General. With his helmet on, they could not see his resting glare as he began to speak. "We are the first line of defense for the Union. This is the first Planet under their attack and with our zeeal this may be the [i]only[i/] one. We have several advantages our opponents do not. For instance,", he pointed at the only hangar they had not collapsed out of necessity, "They will attack here. The Administratum will not risk the destruction or heavy damaging of this facility, as it is unique. Their fleet will not be able to bring their power to bear, and our enemies will be funneled right here.", he jabbed a finger at the hangar before looking back up to his fellow commanders, "Input as to our strategy?"

Garroway mentally mused on the scene of the fight to come. No flanks, one (very big) way for enemies to come in, and orders to limit collateral damage on this grand facility. Even her militia could handle this. "The 7th Harvest Guard can form the main line of defense. We could assemble a temporary wall or line of fortifications in the hanger, form a three-layered gun line they would have to overcome. If we have time to lay down tank spikes and barricades, we could funnel armor down paths of our chosing. Though how resiliant our defense is may depend on weight of heavier weapons than just my militia's. Can our other forces provide extra heavy support?"

The Skitarii looked to the Enginseer who nodded a bit, a strange series of beeping, and clicks passing between them. Vanassa turned her head back to Garroway, and Marius and begin to speak in a synthesized vibrating tone. "We believe it would be best to set up Servitors as front gunlines, rather than sacrificing the Harvest Guard in their stead. The Servitors would be more than up for the task of holding them down, while we also set up turrets, and perhaps any other defensive machinations you have at your disposal. Also we would suggest local Guard to bolter the frontline defenses. While down the passages we set a series of squads to slow the enemy forces considerably. Allowing them to fall back, and join up with other squads."

Marius nodded curtly, at least these humans were competent. "Good. We will do what the Skitarii suggest. Garroway, your troops will reinforce the line where needed and man what complex defences that are not manned by servitors. Me and my squad will assault key enemy positions as they set up, as well as sow fear and terror amongst their lines. However,", he pointed at the center of the mining complex, "If we fail, all of you, and your soldiers will re-take the hangar and escape. My squad and I will make our way to the base and planets core, and detonate it. This will insure the Imperium does not recieve the resources here and that we lose as few men and resources as possible. Objections? Additions?", he was extremely curt... possibly rude.

"If we are planning a more interior defense, perhaps it would be best to utilize the mechanized forces I have as a interior reserve." Garroway suggested. "Otherwise, I have nothing more to add My Lord. The Harvest Guard will serve to the best of it's ability." This plan was straightforward in her opinion, but such was the nature of defense as described in the Tactica, relying upon the enemy to make mistakes and to make few oneself.

The Skitarii tapped a finger on the edge of the holotable listening to the two speak, the enginseer speaking in binary in her ear. She gave a few clicks, and beeps back before once more speaking out among the leaders. "While the plan is sound, there are a few things I would think should be changed." She took the dataslate from the enginseer fingers scrambling across the surface as the map pulled up zooming in on the Hangar. "I would suggest that we set up traps in the hangar that would disrupt any vehicles they might bring to bear, but would not upset our own means of escape. Mines perhaps. They should be sufficient in stalling them for a moment's time. Now Another problem would be if they disabled our own ships. We need another exit." She pulls up a small small exhaust port. "This port is large enough for three average sized humanoids to move through side by side, and a single Astartes. We could utilize this as an escape route for important personel in the case of a loss of the hangar so severe we could not make use of it." She finally zooms in on the core. "I also suggest that we do not utilize such High end assets as yourselves Astartes for detonating the Core, rather that we assign a squad of the Harvest Guard to stand prepared for a signal to detonate the core. The squad would be a more acceptable casuality than Astartes."

Marius stared at the Skitarii for what may be considered an unhealthy length of time before responding, "I apologize to the General Garroway, but I do not believe ordinary militia have the resolve required to end their lives in the core of this world. However, to appease you, one marine will remain back no matter what. Brother Arakis", a marine with his jump-pack and a bolter stepped forward, "Will retreat through this port with you and the humans. The rest of my remaining squad will remain to detonate the core.", Brother Arakis nodded at his sergeant. The sergeant then turned back to his allies, "Now-"

Master Vanassa clicked several times and held up a hand. "The flaw is still there. The Astartes assets are of the upmost importance, my Magos has given a underlying directive to ensure the survival of as many of the Astartes as possible. Therefore I will assign a squad of hyspassists to the core to detonate it as their primary objective should our defenses fail. Will this appease you? They will stand even more resolute than anyone else I believe as their directives will not falter."

Again, Marius stared at the Skitarii for an uncomfortable length of time... like he was sizing her up... or imagining her dead, "This will appease me then. Your squad of hyspassists will detonate the core if we fail. Now, General Garroway, I understand you have data on what forces of the dying Imperium we will be facing?"

Garroway scowled at the presumption of the cyborg, questioning the will of a living God. Focusing more on the task at hand, she turned to her dataslate to bring up the profiles she had on the enemy. "According to a grain merchant that happened to slip upon their logistics manifests, we are facing at a minimum a Penal legion, a armored regiment called the 23rd Perdition Armored, the 14th Vultis Bloodborne drop regiment, and a company of enemy space marines from the Black Banshees. While their regiments are smaller than our field armies, they are either high-strength or have considerable supply reserves for a prolonged campaign, so twenty to thirty thousand troops at a minimum. Unfortunately, the primary manifest for the unholy marines was not in the trader's access, but his contacts said there was a single Astartes vessel among them."

Marius tore his gaze away from the Skitarii to nod at Garroway, "We are heavily outnumbered, as expected. Regardless we know where they will be coming from and we have our plan. Me and my squad will engage the Space Marines where we must.", he stood up from leaning on the table and made the Union salute to the other Genrals, saying, "For the Union.", before turning on his heel and lleaving the room followed by his men.

Master Vanassa turned towards the Enginseer, and began tapping her fingers on the dataslate as they discussed who was going where. "General Garroway, if you would like to join in the discussion I will gladly put what we are putting on the dataslate upon the hologram so you are not left out... I would suggest not standing too close to me as I do not believe your body would be capable of handling my radiation output."

"Thats not all she's outputting." Grumbled Kaltin, earning a sharp elbow from Garroway as she tapped the runes needed to allow the dataslate's cogiators to accept the tech-priest's connections.

"We need to consider ways to safely extract from this base if it does come to having to evacuate." Garroway said, suppressing her own sympathy for her XO's words as she reviewed the display. "The enemy holds orbit and our ships will need time to arrive. Perhaps we should relocate all the shuttles we have to someplace outside the base perimeter to ensure they are intact when needed."

"Ah yes I was going to suggest just that General. Though I would not relocate all the shuttles as there will not be the possibility of all Troops being able to escape. We should howerever place two shuttles near the exhaust port where we can extract Important Persons and officers, such as yourself, me, and the Astartes. The rest of the shuttles would have to remain in the hangar, should they be destroyed, and should we have to leave the mining complex all other troops would be considered acceptable losses once detonating the core."

"Acceptable losses? Servitors may be replacable, human troops are less so. Our Lords have decreed our evacuation should the most dire scenario occur. We must be ready for a prolonged campaign, senseless expenditure of lives when the task can already be completed without their loss would be counterproductive. Furthermore, if the facility is kept, the cargo shuttles there will be critical for production after battle." Respect for the land crawlers of home equally applied to the shuttles used here, for they both served humble yet critical purposes.

Master Vanassa seemed to have to stop, and compute for a moment. "The vast amount of troops that would need to pass through the exhaust port would be incredible. The evacuation of every troop would be very improbable, and likely cause the shuttles stationed by the exhaust port to be in the most grievous danger if they were all stationed there.

"Any more danger than being left in the line of fire should they remain in the hanger and in the gunsights of invading Imperial troops?"

A Prized bride (The return)

OK, so anyone who has already faded to black may transition to morning now if they so wish, as really only a couple bride-husband groups haven't.

So for those who have, post for the day after your first... shall we say intimate nights together

A Prized bride (The return)

Lugft Huron

Master Husband of Aery Cassiel@RomanAria and Atallia Faeron@NarcissisticPotato

Lugft was... extremely surprised at his brides to say the least. They appeared to be lusting for one another which certainly made things infinitely more interesting. As Tal seemed to take the initiative, tackling Aery to the bed and kissing her intensely, she placed her hands at the back of Aery's head, and he could feel her running heat to them and the back of Aery's head. Then, the smaller Gem took the initiative, though her mumbling about being, Without watching eyes, made Lugft more than a little angry, seeing as he was privy to whatever his wives wished to do or were doing, they were his after all. However, he began to grow rather impatient watching the two go at it, it was only making him more excited after all, and he wasn't here to watch.

He made his way to the bedside and grabbed Tal's hair. He yanked her up, out of the kiss she had been in with Aery and forced her to face him. His cruel, animalistic smile had returned and he leered at her a moment, before crashing his lips to hers. For a few moments he kissed her deeply, even using his tounge, before he placed a lone finger at the back of her neck, and pressed. He knew this was a delicate spot, were he a younger and less experienced Drakken he could kill or paralyze her, but he applied just enough force to hopefully stun her and knock her out. He pulled his lips away from her as he did so, and flung her to the back of the bed wether he had knocked her out or not, if she was still concious she could watch. He then turned to Aery, grabbing her arm and yanking her to him. Like Tal, he kissed her deeply, but this time he did not knock her out, instead pulling back to smirk and simply say, "To the quicker go the spoils", and laughed loudly, hopefully now they could begin.

Summary

A bit short I know, but not much else I could do. Lugft attempting to take Atallia out of the picture so he can get started, up to potato as to how well that goes. Sorry to break up your little super secret cat fight xD

A Prized bride (The return)

Can't post toonight. IRL stuff came up with family. Will post tomorrow

A Prized bride (The return)

i am posting tonight

The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

Zeta Mining Complex

Sergeant Marius stood at the reinforced window, looking out onto the dead airless surface of Zeta. It was hardly even a moon, and yet was one of the most important planets in the direct path of the Imperium Vanguard now bearing down upon it. The moon was almost completely made of precious metals like Adamantium and Ceramite, vital to the continued defense and survival of the union. Of course, Marius was not thinking about that right now, in fact he couldn't.

He stood, weapons in hand, staring into the void. His helm was at his side, and he gripped his power axe hard. All that ran through his mind was, "Blood, Death, Blood, Death, Blood, death, BLOOD DEATH BLOOD DEATH BLOOD DEATH BLO-", no... no the rage had been cured. Right? It was cured yes... yes? The thirst and rage... rage and thirst... no wait was it? Of course... it didn't matter now. He turned to his squad, the four marines were attending their own weapons, all no doubt similar in mindset to their sargeant... all had once been in the throws of the Black rage. But they were cured...

"Sergeant?", Marius turned to the speaker, Brother Karik who held still his humble bolter, "Yes Karik?", Karik seemed to hesitate, wondering if interupting the Sergeants thoughts had been a good idea, "Should we not prepare to meet with the other leaders in the Complex?", Marius furrowed his brow... the humans... what a bother. "Yes, brothers we must meet our... comrades now.", he clicked his helmet down on his head, the air tight seals hissing as they locked down. He turned and marched out of the viewing deck, his four men filing out after him.

A meeting was to be held amongst the defenders in the center command facility of the compound... it was time for the gods of the Union to meet their worshippers.

Hail the Dark Gods (40k Cultist RP )

Interested!