Day 1 of the campaign was fought, and it was indeed a bloodbath. Nightking won the attacker position, and my forces were embattled on all sides. I hired mercenaries to help out, and with them I was able to drop some serious pain on the monstrous creatures, gaining victory. I took a nearby territory successfully, gaining a manufactorum. Fluff below.
=Day 1=
Drakur sat in the tower, going over his fleet and troop movements, insuring that his chapter was well supported in all their endeavors. The war in the False Hope sector had drained many of the Chapter’s resources, but they were still active in the fight against Chaos. They had met a new enemy there, one that they would not soon forget. Hive Fleet Tartarus. Drakur’s lip unconsciously curled into a snarl as the thought crossed his mind. He looked up just before a soldier burst into the chamber.
“Master Redragon, we have just received a distress call from Addassartus,” the soldier blurted out between pants.
“And this concerns me how?” Drakur asked, looking back at his board. Though he had saved these people, he didn’t want to be beholden to their every whim. He was trying to refortify his positions after a protracted campaign; he didn’t have time to deal with a rabble that had lost their way.
“Sir, General Kraxus called…” Drakur looked up. That was a man that he respected. He wasn’t a man to call without dire need. “Tartarus has come.” Drakur stood to his full height, tapping a vox on his desk.
“Perno, I have need of your council,” he stated in a monotone voice. The reply came exactly as Drakur expected.
“I was just on my way to see you,” he said back. Drakur knew that it wasn’t a lie. The man had been on his way to see Drakur. He looked to the soldier that had come. “We will deal with this.”
Perno stood near the head of the table, joined by the bearer of the Grail Mortis, a powerful chalice granted to the fledgling chapter, and several senior members of the Sanguinary Guard and the First Company. At the head of the table stood Drakur himself, clad in the golden armor of his position.
“We have only a few vessels in the immediate area, master,” one of the veterans reported. “A few assault squads, some land raiders, several members of the Sanguinary Guard, and a few dreadnoughts. It is nothing to mount an offense or defense with against the coming horde.”
“We will make do with that. Reroute them to Addassartus. The enemy will attack head on, and we will meet them head on,” Drakur stated. “I have someone that owes me a favor. I will see if they have anything nearby. Make it happen, prepare to mobilize the main force from here to land and take on the enemy.”
Drakur stood, abruptly ending the meeting. He immediately went to his office and activated his longer range communicator. He searched for a signal that the Inquisition would have his head for seeking. He wasn’t going to lose this planet or any other to Tartarus.
“Shas’O Krais Shovah,” he said, reaching out to the Tau commander he had once assisted in combat.
“Master Redragon, it has been some time. Seeking to call in the favor we owe you, I assume?” the voice responded.
“Indeed. Addassartus, a planet we recently colonized, has been struck hard by a Tyranid force. The regiment sent to protect the colony did not see the enemy coming, and now they are under great threat. I need some of your troops to help defend this colony,” Drakur explained.
“And what specialty do you desire?” the commander asked hesitantly.
“I know that you are capable of long range engagements. Anything you can provide to that effect will be greatly appreciated. They will be protected by my own assault troops I have in range of the planet. Once this initial battle is over, my reinforcements will be arriving to take over,” Drakur explained.
“I will have three broadsides on hand for you, railguns ready. Good luck, Master Redragon, and may the greater good prevail,” the commander responded.
The Reaper hovered, looking over the landscape. In the distance, he could see the enemy coming towards them. Slowly but surely, they were coming. Several of the Angelus Mortis vanguard units had joined him on the battlefield, as well as a small unit of Tau. He smiled beneath his mask. Auretia would be protected.
The enemy reached the soldiers of Angelus Mortis, but they were ready. Railguns and lascannons blasted apart the larger creatures, a Thunderhawk dropped a Land Raider Redeemer in the middle of a swarm, and dreadnoughts dominated the battlefield. The Phantom, an extremely intelligent and strategically minded Prime had led his forces to success thus far, but this battle was much different.
The Reaper led the charge into the Phantom’s unit of Carnifexes. It was a brutal battle, a vicious fight to the death, but the Reaper emerged victorious. A glorious battle ensued. In the last moments, a Defiler took the field, attempting to add to the Chaos of the combat. A hidden assassin chose to reveal itself in that moment, and deal it a decisive blow, preventing it from causing any more damage.
As the fires of battle died down, nothing remained of the Tyranid assault force. The Tau returned to their commander and the assassin faded back into the darkness. The Reaper, seeing his job complete, took flight to another world. In the end, the bloody battle was a victory for the Angelus Mortis.
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