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"Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning." - Rommel
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Always tired all the time.
I have a habit of joining rp's that never start.

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And so it begins. The greatest battle of our time!
Real Space, Sol System

Without orders the Chaos Warpack immediately engaged the incoming imperial vessels.

The darkness of the void was illuminated as Lance fire streaked towards the imperial armada.

The Nightfall, flagship of the Chaos Warpack bristled with Macrocannons a weapon of immense proportions capable of launching Massive shell at incredibly speeds and distances. Over 1000 of the deadly cannons adorned it's hull.

Markus Finch uttered a single command "Unleash."

And it was so

The Nightfall spewed a broadside that deafened a number of its crew.

Smaller Chaos craft maneuvered below the plain of battle preparing to board the enemy vessels.

Superheated plasma arched across the field in a brilliant spectacle of destruction and color.

Warp Space, Sol

Untold legions of warp creatures flocked to the battle.

The liquid black ball in real space expanded and seemed to press outwards slightly as if something was going to burst forth. But just as quickly as it had bulged it diminished to near nothingness.

Warp activity in system was now spiking for anyone with the technology to read it.
Finch frowned as the platter of what barely passed as eggs was placed in front of him.

He thought momentarily about complaining to the barkeep but decided against it.

Shoulders slumped in defeat as he took a bite of the substance. Chewed twice. Swallowed. With all his might he tried to keep the food down.

Finch glanced around a the room for a moment. Two young men were engaged in a conversation of sorts. One spun on his chair like an idiot.

Finch was about to interject in the conversation when he noticed a young women glance at him and then at his food before ordering a beer and a water.

He chuckled to himself at the thought of drinking beer this early in the morning and returned to his 'meal' .
Real Space, Sol

The Red Corsairs were the next of the Chaos fleets to arrive. Over two hundred and fifty assorted craft were spewed into reality.

The line of Red and Black was lead by Lord Huron Blackheart.

The new Chaos fleet formed up with the Nightlords now equaling a total of 280 Chaos vessels in system with the Iron Warriors still on the way.

Cultists began their sacrificing and the warp wriggled with pleasure.
If your shields can resist a plasma blast they are more powerful then pretty much anything in the 40k universe.
Markus Finch stepped through the doorway of the hole in the wall his lanky form casting a shadow across the tavern.

His black and white frayed suit was stained from having been worn for such a long time. Finch had traded most all his belongings for a small home, food and water. Thus the jewelry he once wore and his other clothes all now belonged to other people.

Finch took a seat at the bar a few stools down from a young man.

"Just give me whatever your serving for breakfast." Finch said to the bartender as he placed a Golden coin on the table.
We're going to have a list of characters right?
You didn't say it IC (so as much as I agree that the Ghosts should probably have a form of stealth movement) Alpha is right.
Good stuff.
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