Battle for Selgrix

[The Empire]

Grabbing the the man by the throat, Azog lifted him up to eye-level, the man's feet dangling almost a yard above ground.
"What I want? Now that was a most interesting question!"

"What I want, is for you to tell me where the old ruins are, they might be forbidden to approach by ancient taboos told by the elders of your pitiful tribe. Tell me that, and I might let you live."

[Bara]

"The only ruins i know of is a long way from here. Way up north. I have been there before...very tall.. kinda like a spire..."

The settler began going on and on about whatever he knew about it, hoping he will be spared. It wasnt banned, the ruin werent, in fact, some lived there, but the wasteland settlers were met with suspicion when they entered there. Nobody knew why, they just traded the Katach for guns, tech, and items like that. Why these outsiders wanted to know was a mestrey, but Btekr only wanted to live, and was willing to tell them anything.

[The Empire]

"Heh... What use is that information to me? It's way too far, but, I'm feeling in a good mood today, RUN!"

With that, Azog dropped the man on the grund and slowly raised his plasma pistol as the native ran for his life only to be cut down by a plasma bolt vapourizing the centre of his chest from behind while Azog lagued.

[Bara]

The riders kept on going from village to village, before stopping for the night at a small village. They had warned at least 2 villages, before stooping at a 3rd. They were tired. Then, while entering the tavern, they heard the news that made a chill go up there spine. The 1st village they warned was reported to be completely destroyed. Not a thing was left. They walked outside of the Traver, and gathered all of the villagers nearby.

"Everybody, have you heard of the Trading post that was destroyed a few hours ago?"

"Yeah, everybody has"

"Well, we were there, and we tried to warn them. However, they wouldn't listen to us, and looked what happened. There dead. We have warned 2 other villages, yet there not listening. Now, are you going to be like the 1st village and die, or are you going to be differnt, and live?"

The villagers stood there for a monet, letting the words sink in. Then, they scarmbled. They began making barricdes, setting up These crude machine guns, ready to attack in fire lines. Ciztens then set up flamers, in case they got closes enough. They began working, the Milita riders looking over it, and the milita calling up other local militas, Mercernys and who ever would answer. They would need a lot of help.

OOC: This ok Emp?

[The Empire]

After scouring the village and making sure there were no more survivors, the word bearers commenced setting up a base camp in preparation for Artemis' arrival. Within hours, the ruins of the destroyed village had turned into yet another hellscape as chaos Idols were firmly planted into the ground, allowing denizens of the warp to assume and maintain physical form at lesiure while defences and temporary structures was erected. Since they had brought very little food, most of the dead villagers was put to good use and soon were nothing but splintered bones sucked dry of their marrow.

[Bara]

OOC: Emp, i have a question. Do you want to RP that some of the natives join you? or no?

[The Empire]

OOC: Yeah, but not at the moment, I want to get over with the interrogation of a Tau sub-commander first.

[Bara]

OOc: Ok, why dont you do that first.

[Pachamama]

Warning Klaxons went of on the "Starslayers" bridge.
"We have been hit amidship. Battery deck. Secondary armor layer compromised, internal damage, we lost a third of the weapon arrays on the starboard side, decompression on 17 decks trough 5 sections." a servitor reported.
The Captain cursed.
He had underestimated that damn traitor captain. "Well not again, I won't" he tought to himself.
"Roll her to starboard, forwad 20° in the same direction" he ordered.
The great speed had already taken the vessel away several 1000 yards from the enemy.
Again the massive manuevering thrusters fired swinging the hulk of the starship aout evers so slowly.
The vessel turned into a wide arc.
"Cut power to main engines, reverse thrusters on full." the Captain ordered.
With it's forward speed decreasing the circle got tighter and the imperial dreadnought ended up presenting it's starboard broadside towards the enemy's rear, the two vessels forming a T.
"Fire all remaining batteries." Armand ordered.
The gunners fingers flew across their control panels and the broadside batteries let fly with plasma lances, fusion beamers and graviton pulsars on the enemys engine section.

ooc: Emp if you can't understand the manuever please say so. I am not sure I really explained this right. I wished I had some models to show you.
Edit: I revised the damage according to what you said.

[The Empire]

OOC: melta weapons use super-intense microwave emissions to heat the target's materia directly to melting point and beyond. In game terms, a hand held melta-gun can easily destroy any tank at short range, approx 10m if converted to scale. A multi-melta has the same effect but with double the effective range, a torpedo warhead would release a massive emmission but like a shaped explosive charge instead of a beam. A direct hit of a full torpedo salvo has about 50% chance of completely severing a ship two thirds the size of a dreadnaught. Also, you don't expect me to let my ship just lie there while you make a more than obvious textbook manouvre that would allow you to cripple my vessel's drive with a single salvo eh?

Seeing before his mental sight what the loyalist captain intended to do, sorcerer lord Ahriman, former chief librarian of the Thousand Sons space marine legion walked into the bridge of the Scourge of Truth.

"Captain Thule, counter them!"

"Yes lord Ahriman! Starboard aft thrusters and port bow thrusters, full burn, 30seconds!"

The slightly smaller ship now prooved it's agility as it turned on the spot just before the loyalist dreadnaught outflanked her, resulting in the two ships lying parallell, bow beside stern.

"Starboard batteries FIRE FOR EFFECT!"

The exchange of firepower was cataclysmic despite the damage made to the imperial dreadnaught's gun batteries facing off against the battle barge's untouched ones. It was doubtful if either ship would ever leave this forsaken fringe system.

[Pachamama]

Also, you don't expect me to let my ship just lie there while you make a more than obvious textbook manouvre that would allow you to cripple my vessel's drive with a single salvo eh?

No definitely not.
And thank you for the information. I redid the damage on my vessel according to the information you gave me.



"Starboard shields are at 60% " a Adeptus called out.
"We lost another battery cluster."
"Curse those damn traitors and their foul magics. They use their dark trickery to counter us."
the first officer yelled across the bridge.
"No" captain Armand thought. "Even if this is dark magic their captain is good. Should I finally after all those years find a worthy opponent amongst those traitors?"
because the dreadnought still had forward movement it passed by the chaos vessel and continued to move in a wide circle.
The enemy vessel kept rotating around it's high axis, both ships circling each other like a pair of angry wolves.

"Helmsman, roll her to port." Armand ordered, his voice still calm.
This would present the enemy with the undamaged broadside batteries.
"Increase forward vector. Widen the circle. We will gain some distance."
The mighty ship started to roll along its central axis.

[The Empire]

Hmm... this deluded one is clever...

"Captain Thule, take us across their aft, launch boarding parties!"

"Main engines full burn! Boosters full burn! Starboard aft thrusters and port bow thrusters 30sec full burn in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... NOW!"

"Lord Ahriman, we will be where you want us in half a minute."

"Good, I will lead the main boarding party myself. You may have your command back."

[Pachamama]

The heretics ship fired it's main thrusters, gaining speed and trying to leave the center thus breaking it`s encirclement.
The enemy ship managed to cut across the "Starslayers" aft thus entering her blind spot and eevading her guns.
Seeing this Captain Armand had another idea.
"Full thrusters and make speed. We are going to break this engagment and return for another......."
he was cut short by a servitor.
"Aft shield failing. Powering down. Main reactor cluster has been locked out.
Backup systems not coming online."
"Do something" the first officer yelled.
"Aft sensors shut off" another Adeptus yelled with a voice filled with panic.
"Betrayal, we have been betrayed." the first officer screamed in anger.
In the background of the bridge two shadows who had not moved nor made a sinle sound during the entire battle turned towards each other.
Their voices were drowned by alarms going off and the shouting of the bridge crew.
One of the men left the bridge while the other one let his eyes wander over the huge command  area.

[Bara]

OOC: This is my cue.

The 1 soldier kept on walking down the hall, towards the weapons. His demolation charge was hanging from his side. He began to pick up speed. He took a turn, then anthoer. Then, he threw the charge, and closed the door, making a run for it. Soon, a expolsion could be heard. Tzzecth would prasie him this day. Along with his friend. They waited for the boarding Party to come. They would join them, and take this rotten vessel.

[The Empire]

The first assault boat clamped itself against the hull right below the bridge, the following dozen or so clamped on where it was possible above the main engine room and aft of the ship. Soon the orange outlines of the imminent hull breeaches started to become visible on the inside.

On the Scourge of Truth, a second wave of larger assault boats prepared to launch, the dreadclaws had been called to ground for transport duties in the atmosphere along with several of the Hell blade fighters and Hell talon bombers. This second wave contained an altogether nastier surprise for the loyalists, the Oblitterator cult Artemis had persuaded to follow her after Eliphas had failed them and several of her Host's most deranged Dreadnaughts. The heavy boarding party launched, headed for the loyalist ship's launch bays.