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Asb wrote:Vlad has enslaved us all and now we obey the KGB whilst he lectures us on his models.

This is why I'm imperalist uwu

Kremlinian russia

Anime east asia wrote:This is why I'm imperalist uwu

ok retard

Achain and Asb

Kremlinian russia wrote:ok retard

Y u bully me meanie

Romanian democracy

Asb wrote:Vlad has enslaved us all and now we obey the KGB whilst he lectures us on his models.

Vlad?

The mechanicus

Romanian democracy wrote:Vlad?

Servant of the Machine God and disciple of the Cult Mechanicus, at your service.

Achain, Kholnya, and Asb

Romanian democracy

The mechanicus wrote:Servant of the Machine God and disciple of the Cult Mechanicus, at your service.

Oh ..I didn't summon you. It was a question. But, thank you.

Achain

Romanian democracy wrote:Vlad?

'Vlad' is practically his associate name online of Kremlinian russia
No one knows his real name, probably Toby.

Achain

Asb wrote:'Vlad' is practically his associate name online of Kremlinian russia
No one knows his real name, probably Toby.

For the last time, his real name is 'Earl'.

Asb

Achain wrote:For the last time, his real name is 'Earl'.

earl gray is a good tea

Achain, Roulix, and Asb

The mechanicus

Achain wrote:For the last time, his real name is 'Earl'.

No it isn't retard

Achain

The mechanicus wrote:No it isn't retard

toxic

Romanian democracy

Romanian democracy

Asb wrote:'Vlad' is practically his associate name online of Kremlinian russia
No one knows his real name, probably Toby.

Or, Vlad Ras ..er ..Putin.

Asb

Romanian democracy wrote:Or, Vlad Ras ..er ..Putin.

ra ra Rasputin

Assault on the Red Star System: Part IX | December 2075 | Location: The Red Star System

Nations Concerned: Icelanden

In the honor of their father, as as the Ninth were being unloaded by Stormbirds in the hundreds, reaching up to thousands to relieve the two Cruisers, so did the Templars charge out from where they were supposed to stand. Thousands of Legionnaires closes from every corner of the ship, firing down every corridor at whoever or whatever stood in their path. Guardsmen and Gunmen who found groups of Astartes followed them, with Marines and the ship's very own defense system aiding them. Assault Squads took the lead, flying through corridors using their jump packs, slicing apart, melting or otherwise pulling apart at enemies, all before walls of Bolts and bullets came crashing down in open areas where it was possible. Soldiers of all kinds came crashing down into the enemy, from the hundreds of Voidhunters behind the Templars, to the thousands of Legionnaires and Marines coming up from the lower decks, down directly on the cultist bastards, wherever the ship detected their presence. The ship itself tried its best against the parasites in it, ambushing with bolter turrets, shutting blast doors directly upon enemies as they were passing through or delivering yet more fatal chemical agents in the airtight rooms. Where they already engaged the enemy, Marines, Legionnaires and Gunmen opened with devastating fire, from lines of Boltes, to Marine-grade Autoguns and all the way up to Volkite Calivers and fast-firing Assault Cannons. Tarantula turrets opened up as well, as Warp Drives and Engines were regarded as the most important parts of any vessels, and were defended with suicidal fervor by any force present.

The ships of the fleet came closer to victory with each second. As the Spear of Vonia shrugged off attacks, it communicated to all vessels of its intel, to reduce casualties among the ships. Though several Cruisers, Grand Cruisers and even a few Battleships already fell prey to the guns of the fortresses, every ship that could put up its Gellar Fields, using its remaining power to shield themselves from other blows or, in the case of many Legionary Ships, to turn every gun in the fleet upon these wretched vessels and their escorts, in a fire that would not leave a single spot for the enemy to flee, only to tank with armor or die in flames. Lances and Macrolasers hit their targets directly, while slow projectiles flew through the void with thousands of fighters to protect them from PDs and enemy fire. While the Legiones Astartes pursued their own enemies, in the form of the Glorianas, using their own Battle Barges and Gloriana Capital-ships, the regular human Marines present on other ships boarded as many Assault Rams and Dreadclaws as they could, aiming to board enemy craft and destroy them from the inside. Though of significantly lower quality, the Armament and Power Armor of human Marines would do against anything short of an Astartes or an Astartes-equivalent fighter, which they hoped they could destroy with sheer power of numbers and volume of fire. It was then the that the fleets, still firing wildly to fill up the void, were visited and joined the sons of the so-called Machine God. Though the First were a bit disgusted at this, any help against the accursed Nordics was welcome. The two Armies would crush the Heretics in front of them, with no mercy and no respite. Maddened Chaplains and Commissars aboard all vessels made sure every soldier was ready and willing to throw themself against the walls of the enemy, even if it meant certain death. Last minute-preparations were being made on all transport craft, slightly 'behind' the battle fleets, as thousands moved down to the lower decks, ready to be transported into battle. Transports which carried supplies advanced at a slower rate, as they were to be deployed only after the initial landings, after Astartes and Special Forces had cleared several spots to land.

So basically, I am legitimately sick of the Void War and want down on the ground already.

The mechanicus

LOCATION: RED STAR SYSTEM - SEGMENTUM SOLAR
DATE: EARTH YEAR 2075 - EARTH MONTH DECEMBER
FLEET CONCERNED: SECOND EXPLORATOR FLEET

The void war was coming to a close, and the forces of the Adeptus Mechanicus had crushed their enemies, crippling their fleets while they were distracted, while the weapons of the Machine God blew their ships into space dust. The forces of the Skitarii, launched from the Destroyers that had allowed them to board the ships of the traitors under the guidance of the Omnissiah and the blessed data of the Auspex, which allowed them to detect and target enemy power supplies, and search for STC parts of other such technological relics. However, none of these STCs or archaeotech relics were found on board, with the Chaos ships having been stripped clean of any non-corrupted data many years ago. However Chaos scrapcode tried to interfere with the blessed data of the Machine God's transmissions between Skitarii and their Techpriest masters onboard their ships, but nevertheless, victory was assured at this point. Once the Skitarii boarders found nothing of use or stripped down the crews of the ships, they would charge the reactors to the point of detonation, the Chaos crewmen onboard being no match for the steel tide of the Sktiarii, who had already led a major effort to neutralize leadership and break enemy chokepoints with Vanguard forces. The forces on the ships would evacuate themselves and their machines, who would be transported out from the Chaos ships via transport as they shook themselves apart, the forces of the explosions taking place within the hull crippling the vessels and causing major damage to their structures before those structures would inevitably collapse. Sometimes the ships would destroy themselves before all units could make it off the ships, but most of the larger vehicles were evacuated due to their proximity to the cargobay, and much of the Skitarii survived, their war-cohorts escaping the destruction of the vessels as they travelled back to their own destroyers. Any losses made could be easily replaced by the fleet once they could return to the Forge World, although many of the material losses could be regained through the Goliath Class Forge Ships, which had production outputs to match entire Hive Worlds when amassed in large enough numbers, and could consume star systems of resources if needed. However, these ships had fulfilled their purpose in rebuilding the losses of the Skitarii well, and soon enough, vehicles and weapons were in the excess once more, for the STCs of many vehicles and weapons were extremely easy to replicate, especially vehicles like the Dunecrawler, which had been made by the millions, although potentially billions by the current time throughout the history of the Mechanicum and Adeptus Mechanicus. The Light Cruisers which made up the higher part of the fleet allowed their escort fighters to dock, and their weapons to cool and reload, before heading towards the Achainian fleet, hailing them in the process, calling out "The Machine God's inventions have served us well, we are blessed by the Omnissiah before these cursed abominations of heresy. We head to purge the planet of all traitors and hereteks. Our fleets converge." The war in the void was over, and the forces of the Omnissiah had a large victory over their enemies, although it would've been even more catastrophic for the traitors had the Ark Mechanicus showed up, for ships of that type have the potential to eliminate an entire fleet's worth of ships.

The battling for the Blackstone Fortresses closer to the planet was going well for the forces of the anti-Chaos coalition, and once the 2nd Explorator Fleet had moved in to engage their targets alongside the Achainians, the battle was already over, macrocannon fire cut through the dark void like a knife through hot butter, and the lances melted the Chaos escort force which was already battered by the Achainian weapons coming from nearby, yet also a long distance, considering void conflict however, long distance engagements were normal. The Skitarii forces already steeled by their conflict onboard the other Chaos voidcraft were now preparing to board their transport craft to land onboard the impenetrable fortresses and defeat the enemy there. Any techpriests sent alongside the force were to be told NOT to perform any kind of research on Xenotech that may be on board the station, for the mechanism of the Xeno is a abhorrent ruin of the True Path of machinery laid out by the Machine God. Using Omnispex and other sensors would be sufficient, the Adeptus Mechanicus of the 41st Millennium conformed to what the Imperium said about the Blackstone Fortresses, although we know them to be Xenotech and thus heretical. Once the Skitarii had also boarded alongside the Achainians, they would come as a steel tide behind Onager Dunecrawlers and Vanguard forces to crush the heretical line. Skitarii Rangers and Sicarian Ruststalkers and Infiltrators would engage in their classical tactic of severing the heads of enemy forces, with Rangers using their long range prowess to target and annihilate frontline leadership, and Sicarians moving around the station quickly and lethally, silencing any enemies that would get in their ways. Forces of the Space Marines legions would be forced to look on as the lightning of a properly executed Skitarii strike pushed aside the enemy and cut them up, splitting up a once cohesive force into multiple smaller ones, herded by Vanguards who were cutting through the traitor lines and causing even further splits while the Rangers caused chaos (against Chaos) by eliminating enemy leadership and crippling their ability to fight back against the onslaught of anti-traitor forces currently in combat against the enemy. Dataflows streamed in Cant Mechanicus as information was sent back and forth between the battlefield and the command, and the forces of the Omnissiah annihilated their enemies as the holy language of the Machine God spread their message amongst the heretic traitors on their hour of death, and also to the Achainian force nearby, to teach them of the power and glory of the Machine God and the Omnissiah, who lead the Adeptus Mechanicus against their enemies in the hereteks and lead them to achieve comprehension to elevate themselves above those who are just organic machines.

Achain wrote:Assault on the Red Star System: Part IX | December 2075 | Location: The Red Star System

Nations Concerned: Icelanden

In the honor of their father, as as the Ninth were being unloaded by Stormbirds in the hundreds, reaching up to thousands to relieve the two Cruisers, so did the Templars charge out from where they were supposed to stand. Thousands of Legionnaires closes from every corner of the ship, firing down every corridor at whoever or whatever stood in their path. Guardsmen and Gunmen who found groups of Astartes followed them, with Marines and the ship's very own defense system aiding them. Assault Squads took the lead, flying through corridors using their jump packs, slicing apart, melting or otherwise pulling apart at enemies, all before walls of Bolts and bullets came crashing down in open areas where it was possible. Soldiers of all kinds came crashing down into the enemy, from the hundreds of Voidhunters behind the Templars, to the thousands of Legionnaires and Marines coming up from the lower decks, down directly on the cultist bastards, wherever the ship detected their presence. The ship itself tried its best against the parasites in it, ambushing with bolter turrets, shutting blast doors directly upon enemies as they were passing through or delivering yet more fatal chemical agents in the airtight rooms. Where they already engaged the enemy, Marines, Legionnaires and Gunmen opened with devastating fire, from lines of Boltes, to Marine-grade Autoguns and all the way up to Volkite Calivers and fast-firing Assault Cannons. Tarantula turrets opened up as well, as Warp Drives and Engines were regarded as the most important parts of any vessels, and were defended with suicidal fervor by any force present.

The ships of the fleet came closer to victory with each second. As the Spear of Vonia shrugged off attacks, it communicated to all vessels of its intel, to reduce casualties among the ships. Though several Cruisers, Grand Cruisers and even a few Battleships already fell prey to the guns of the fortresses, every ship that could put up its Gellar Fields, using its remaining power to shield themselves from other blows or, in the case of many Legionary Ships, to turn every gun in the fleet upon these wretched vessels and their escorts, in a fire that would not leave a single spot for the enemy to flee, only to tank with armor or die in flames. Lances and Macrolasers hit their targets directly, while slow projectiles flew through the void with thousands of fighters to protect them from PDs and enemy fire. While the Legiones Astartes pursued their own enemies, in the form of the Glorianas, using their own Battle Barges and Gloriana Capital-ships, the regular human Marines present on other ships boarded as many Assault Rams and Dreadclaws as they could, aiming to board enemy craft and destroy them from the inside. Though of significantly lower quality, the Armament and Power Armor of human Marines would do against anything short of an Astartes or an Astartes-equivalent fighter, which they hoped they could destroy with sheer power of numbers and volume of fire. It was then the that the fleets, still firing wildly to fill up the void, were visited and joined the sons of the so-called Machine God. Though the First were a bit disgusted at this, any help against the accursed Nordics was welcome. The two Armies would crush the Heretics in front of them, with no mercy and no respite. Maddened Chaplains and Commissars aboard all vessels made sure every soldier was ready and willing to throw themself against the walls of the enemy, even if it meant certain death. Last minute-preparations were being made on all transport craft, slightly 'behind' the battle fleets, as thousands moved down to the lower decks, ready to be transported into battle. Transports which carried supplies advanced at a slower rate, as they were to be deployed only after the initial landings, after Astartes and Special Forces had cleared several spots to land.

Beginning of the End | December 2075 | Red Star System
It was beginning to crumble. The troops in Sector 3 had been wiped out by the Achainian forces there. The last contact anyone had was a message, "Long live the Dark Gods!" From a lone marine before her was cut down by an Achainian Astartes. Last of the vessels alive were ordered by Admiral Thentius to activate self destruct sequences, so that the enemy couldn't board their ship. As the ship's core detonated, Thentius looked at a picture of his family and smiled as the flames of the explosion reached the bridge of the vessel. Meanwhile above New Scandinavia the Blackstones' canons went offline and soon enough the cores were exposed due to the shields going down and allowing shells to enter the ship. As more shells hit the fortresses they began hitting more vital areas like the medical bays and ammunition dumps. Chain explosions began to ring out on each Fortress and soon they were nothing but drifting hulks. The other ships, under Admiral Drago, had to hold out against an endless enemy barrage, but their shields were beginning to fail. The Admiral attempted to send a message to the leader of the Achainian fleet but a shell exploded in the bridge, killing him and many on the bridge. All across the remaining ships, personal made their way towards the hanger too board transports so they can get planet side. On the planet, the supposed drop pods were actually debris from destroyed fighters that drifted down to the planet, however the Plauge Wardens, Lorekeepers, and Loreguardians stayed in the sky to keep an eye, or many eyes, out for Achainian drop pods. In the mean time trenches were being built out in front of New Oslo and many similar cities, along side those trenches, full strength legions of daemons of all types under Icelandic command were summoned and gathered. These daemons filled in gaps where needed, and even helped set up more defensive positions deeper in the city. All the while the ODCs keel firing up at the Coalition ships in orbit of the planet.

Grand Escape of New Scandinavia(Part 3) | December 2075 | Red Star System
The group pushed forward in the damp corridor under the city. The muffled canon fire stopped, and everyone feared the worst, so they started to speed up their escape. As they continued forward the corridor opened up more and more until it opened up to a giant cave with a light coming from up a slight incline. Gilliam looked at his sister and smiled,
"Looks like we found a way out."
"Yep, and we may finally be safe." She responded.
The other people in their group of eight began to climb up the incline, and as they breached the surface their faces shown with glee and alsk worry. They'd come across a group of people who'd died with gunshot wounds to their heads, and a deserted transport craft. However the craft looked fine and intact. They boarded the craft, did a quick check and took off, never looking back.

Achain

Romanian democracy

ARSPRES
Romanian News Agency
Thursday, 17 October 2019

Rotaru Visits Army Base

Romanian President Constantin Rotaru met with soldiers and military leaders at a army base in the Oras de Bucurie region on 15 October. The President was there to acquire first-hand information on the practice of elective leadership among the ranks. He came away satisfied with results.

Romanian Democracy Economic Output at 100%
Yesterday

Scientific Advancement at 100%
Yesterday

The Siege of New Scandinavia: Opening War | 075.M2 | Location: New Scandinavia

Nations Concerned: Icelanden, The mechanicus

The forces in Orbit looked with hateful eyes at the world before them. Though not visible from the Void, the world below them was a realm dedicated to the worship of the Neverborn, the lowest thing any sapient creature could indulge in. Intelligence operations performed using satellites and high-atmosphere probes indicated that the the world was a Fortress World. The Worshippers of the Ruinous Powers had not been idle, and from the looks of it had been busy constructing titanic fortifications in preparation for their attackers. Though smaller elements were not visible from such ranges, the Achainians expected the Icelandics to mount up the same defense that any other Fortress World would mount up. Hundreds of kilometers of hidden bunkers, pillboxes, barbed wire, trenches and tank traps, not to mention the millions, perhaps in this case billions of mines set up in nation-sized minefields all around. Cities themselves were thought to house artillery, of all calibers and possible munition types, with interlocking fields of fire and specific firing zones. Flak fire was expected to almost completely cover the world, darkening the skies with sheer volume of fire, with airstrips and airfields that survived possibly launching any interceptors they may still have. Relief forces might be taken over by any means they have, by air, by underground tunnels or by surface roads and railways. Men and Cogitators alike spent hours calculating firing zones, including all possible variables, like the rotation of the planet, wind speeds, gravity and the speeds at which the weapons of the fleet were to fire. While no Nova Cannons and almost no Macrocannons larger than Light Cruiser caliber were allowed to fire, this still meant thousands of weapons were still available to fire on the planet. Ships moved into positions, down into Lower Orbit, setting up their Cogitators and letting the Machine Intelligence handle the firing of weapons, as even a millisecond of error could mean a several hundred kilometer miss. Ships used every thrusted available to stabilize and turn, turning to face the world with their 'undersides' or in the case of smaller ships, directly with their broadsides. The bombardment was to last for several hours, to soften up or downright destroy fortifications before the Achainians would make their landings. Officers eagerly watched, some counting down loudly to distract themselves, as screens flickered with numbers, showing the seconds until the ships would fire. Kilometers upon kilometers of weapons' batteries stood in silence, until powerful alarms blared through every ship, causing many crew members to jump or jerk in panic. Hundreds of thousands of individual rods, of either Tungsten, Depleted Uranium or Adamantium were launched towards the planet, propelled by weak coils designed to give them minimal velocity before the gravity accelerated them. Macrocannons became the star, as they hurled their shells, propelled by the initial work of hundred-meter coils, as they then activated their rocket thrusters, continuing to accelerate towards the world. As they entered the atmosphere, they accelerated to greater and greater speed, most of them passing supersonic velocities. They struck at the world, thousands hitting rivers, hills, mountains and fields, as hundreds more bombarded cities and visible fortifications.

For hours and hours, the weapons' fire never ceased, not for a second, until every kilometer of the world had at least several impacts in it, as mushroom clouds rose all over. People looking towards the sky would see the atomic lances as they fell, illuminating the world again and annihilating all in their path, as they raised their fragile arms in a futile attempt to shelter themselves from it. Cogitators showed that such a bombardment would not only stun, but destroy most enemies, even those in diamond hard bunkers and potentially even fighter wings already in the sky. The many ships in the Achainian fleet, mere seconds after the bombardment ended, started launching down aircraft. Hundreds of thousands of Drop Pods and Dreadclaws flew down from the heavens, with Stormbirds and Valkyries among them, bringing down Achain's Avenging Angels. The skies turned into a duel between anti-air fire and Achain's Aeronautica, between light and darkness, as flak fire cast shadows over the land and piercing spears of light came back down to illuminate it. Legionary Jet Fighters and a few wings of Furies burned through the skies, engaging any Arial enemies in deadly dogfighting, uncaring for the drop pods, as they could defend themselves with minor PDs, but still careful not to hit them. This was due in part to the way in which Astartes vehicles (andy by extension aircraft) were built, as anything short of tank guns could barely scratch the paint off of them. Fire form Heavy Bolters and Autocannons erupted all across the world's skies, as the formidable Stormbirds the Vulture Gunships unleashed devastating exploding bolts at any enemies below, while Legionary fighters engaged aerial enemies at supersonic speeds, comparable to that of the weapons' fire, firing Assault Cannons and Missiles at enemies in the air. Bombers descended, fighting in large armadas, launching missile strikes and melta bombs upon enemy defensive emplacements, manufactorums and civilian shelters, aiming to eliminate the Nordic population and industry. Currently, only four cities experienced Astartes landings, with others being paid visits by Achainian Special Forces and the Legio Cybernetica. The First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Seventh and Eleventh wasted no time, attacking the Icelandic cities in lightning fast attacks, with no mercy and superhuman precision. But only small portions of the Legions landed, with only the Third being able to land its full Legion. In the cities, the stunned enemies, be they Chaos worshippers, would be engulfed in terror, as any creature would be in their circumstances. After their world was lit on fire, after fields, forests and cities alike blazed from bombs, Achain's Angels came down upon them, slaughtering all in their path. The Guard and the rest of the Legio Cybernetica deployed outside the cities, right in-between the four the Astartes were assaulting. Titanic landers, of tens of meters of armor and various weapons systems, descended, unloading the initial forces of Mechanized Assault Cores and Light Artillery units. While Astartes fought against the stunned enemies, bringing yet more shock and chaos, Achainian Special Forces and Legio Cybernetica infiltrators followed their own goals. They were to use the cover of the Astartes engagements to destroy enemy Defensive Emplacements, Communications' and assassinate what they could safely assume were enemy officers. Others, who landed on the outskirts of the cities, were to battle alongside the thousands of superhuman warriors, turning the cities' own defenses against the lines outside, while the initial landing forces moved with all haste to engage the enemy in a continent-wide pincer attack.

Ground forces caused Chaos, but the Aeronautica and Void Assets still unleashed Armageddon, as long bombing campaigns (though less destructive than the initial bombing) were going on even now. Shells and bombs exploded in blind rage, while down on the ground Astartes engaged their enemies in furious hurricane carnage, some with blades, others with disciplined bolter-fire and near light-speed reflexes, others simply using their hands. The Sons of the Omnissiah landed too, bringing their own guns to bare against the hated enemy. Their mighty titan war machines descended, as tens of them unleashed their world-ending firepower. Their Skitarii, warriors alike the Legio Cybernetica, swarmed at the feet of these war machines, in strange vehicles or directly on the ground, firing at their enemies with Machine precision. Anyone in these cities was suffering the worst of fates, as starlight burned them alive and the Legiones Astartes tore through from inside, while outside of the cities, the great mechanic roar of the titans and thousands of other war machines drowned out even the sounds of bombs and artillery shells. Binaric canting, screaming, maddened Officers and Commissars kept the men going, reminding them of the first order of the war, that there was to be no mercy and no restraint when it came to the enemy, they were to slaughter everything, down to every man, woman and child. There would be no escape for the enemy today, not in life and not in death.The Bulk of the landed slowly, outside the cities more so than inside, aiding the Guard and their allies in bringing death upon the enemy. The First, Second, Seventh and the Eleventh jumped straight to battle, riding transports and bikes, or even still in their aeronautica vehicles, to get closer to the enemy, and do so faster. The tanks of the Guard and the Legio Cybernetica, now thousands in number, with their very own support, charged next to them, ensuring enemy armor would meet their doom. The Second were slower, taking their time to shell the enemy with their Legionary Medusas, while their warriors on the ground threw themselves against the enemy lines, letting the Guard punch through, with rapid armored thrusts, wherever they made gains. On the other end, the Fourth landed directly with the the Sons of the Omnissiah, joining them in battle, Astartes and machine-men bringing down massive firepower upon traitors and warps-spawn, while the Eleventh were split in two, with one side assaulting the same city as the Second and another the same as the Fourth. The Fifth fought alone, later aided by the arrival of the Twelfth, but did so with great efficiency, employing terror tactics against a weakened enemy.

The mechanicus

Achain wrote:The Siege of New Scandinavia: Opening War | 075.M2 | Location: New Scandinavia

Nations Concerned: Icelanden, The mechanicus

The forces in Orbit looked with hateful eyes at the world before them. Though not visible from the Void, the world below them was a realm dedicated to the worship of the Neverborn, the lowest thing any sapient creature could indulge in. Intelligence operations performed using satellites and high-atmosphere probes indicated that the the world was a Fortress World. The Worshippers of the Ruinous Powers had not been idle, and from the looks of it had been busy constructing titanic fortifications in preparation for their attackers. Though smaller elements were not visible from such ranges, the Achainians expected the Icelandics to mount up the same defense that any other Fortress World would mount up. Hundreds of kilometers of hidden bunkers, pillboxes, barbed wire, trenches and tank traps, not to mention the millions, perhaps in this case billions of mines set up in nation-sized minefields all around. Cities themselves were thought to house artillery, of all calibers and possible munition types, with interlocking fields of fire and specific firing zones. Flak fire was expected to almost completely cover the world, darkening the skies with sheer volume of fire, with airstrips and airfields that survived possibly launching any interceptors they may still have. Relief forces might be taken over by any means they have, by air, by underground tunnels or by surface roads and railways. Men and Cogitators alike spent hours calculating firing zones, including all possible variables, like the rotation of the planet, wind speeds, gravity and the speeds at which the weapons of the fleet were to fire. While no Nova Cannons and almost no Macrocannons larger than Light Cruiser caliber were allowed to fire, this still meant thousands of weapons were still available to fire on the planet. Ships moved into positions, down into Lower Orbit, setting up their Cogitators and letting the Machine Intelligence handle the firing of weapons, as even a millisecond of error could mean a several hundred kilometer miss. Ships used every thrusted available to stabilize and turn, turning to face the world with their 'undersides' or in the case of smaller ships, directly with their broadsides. The bombardment was to last for several hours, to soften up or downright destroy fortifications before the Achainians would make their landings. Officers eagerly watched, some counting down loudly to distract themselves, as screens flickered with numbers, showing the seconds until the ships would fire. Kilometers upon kilometers of weapons' batteries stood in silence, until powerful alarms blared through every ship, causing many crew members to jump or jerk in panic. Hundreds of thousands of individual rods, of either Tungsten, Depleted Uranium or Adamantium were launched towards the planet, propelled by weak coils designed to give them minimal velocity before the gravity accelerated them. Macrocannons became the star, as they hurled their shells, propelled by the initial work of hundred-meter coils, as they then activated their rocket thrusters, continuing to accelerate towards the world. As they entered the atmosphere, they accelerated to greater and greater speed, most of them passing supersonic velocities. They struck at the world, thousands hitting rivers, hills, mountains and fields, as hundreds more bombarded cities and visible fortifications.

For hours and hours, the weapons' fire never ceased, not for a second, until every kilometer of the world had at least several impacts in it, as mushroom clouds rose all over. People looking towards the sky would see the atomic lances as they fell, illuminating the world again and annihilating all in their path, as they raised their fragile arms in a futile attempt to shelter themselves from it. Cogitators showed that such a bombardment would not only stun, but destroy most enemies, even those in diamond hard bunkers and potentially even fighter wings already in the sky. The many ships in the Achainian fleet, mere seconds after the bombardment ended, started launching down aircraft. Hundreds of thousands of Drop Pods and Dreadclaws flew down from the heavens, with Stormbirds and Valkyries among them, bringing down Achain's Avenging Angels. The skies turned into a duel between anti-air fire and Achain's Aeronautica, between light and darkness, as flak fire cast shadows over the land and piercing spears of light came back down to illuminate it. Legionary Jet Fighters and a few wings of Furies burned through the skies, engaging any Arial enemies in deadly dogfighting, uncaring for the drop pods, as they could defend themselves with minor PDs, but still careful not to hit them. This was due in part to the way in which Astartes vehicles (andy by extension aircraft) were built, as anything short of tank guns could barely scratch the paint off of them. Fire form Heavy Bolters and Autocannons erupted all across the world's skies, as the formidable Stormbirds the Vulture Gunships unleashed devastating exploding bolts at any enemies below, while Legionary fighters engaged aerial enemies at supersonic speeds, comparable to that of the weapons' fire, firing Assault Cannons and Missiles at enemies in the air. Bombers descended, fighting in large armadas, launching missile strikes and melta bombs upon enemy defensive emplacements, manufactorums and civilian shelters, aiming to eliminate the Nordic population and industry. Currently, only four cities experienced Astartes landings, with others being paid visits by Achainian Special Forces and the Legio Cybernetica. The First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Seventh and Eleventh wasted no time, attacking the Icelandic cities in lightning fast attacks, with no mercy and superhuman precision. But only small portions of the Legions landed, with only the Third being able to land its full Legion. In the cities, the stunned enemies, be they Chaos worshippers, would be engulfed in terror, as any creature would be in their circumstances. After their world was lit on fire, after fields, forests and cities alike blazed from bombs, Achain's Angels came down upon them, slaughtering all in their path. The Guard and the rest of the Legio Cybernetica deployed outside the cities, right in-between the four the Astartes were assaulting. Titanic landers, of tens of meters of armor and various weapons systems, descended, unloading the initial forces of Mechanized Assault Cores and Light Artillery units. While Astartes fought against the stunned enemies, bringing yet more shock and chaos, Achainian Special Forces and Legio Cybernetica infiltrators followed their own goals. They were to use the cover of the Astartes engagements to destroy enemy Defensive Emplacements, Communications' and assassinate what they could safely assume were enemy officers. Others, who landed on the outskirts of the cities, were to battle alongside the thousands of superhuman warriors, turning the cities' own defenses against the lines outside, while the initial landing forces moved with all haste to engage the enemy in a continent-wide pincer attack.

Ground forces caused Chaos, but the Aeronautica and Void Assets still unleashed Armageddon, as long bombing campaigns (though less destructive than the initial bombing) were going on even now. Shells and bombs exploded in blind rage, while down on the ground Astartes engaged their enemies in furious hurricane carnage, some with blades, others with disciplined bolter-fire and near light-speed reflexes, others simply using their hands. The Sons of the Omnissiah landed too, bringing their own guns to bare against the hated enemy. Their mighty titan war machines descended, as tens of them unleashed their world-ending firepower. Their Skitarii, warriors alike the Legio Cybernetica, swarmed at the feet of these war machines, in strange vehicles or directly on the ground, firing at their enemies with Machine precision. Anyone in these cities was suffering the worst of fates, as starlight burned them alive and the Legiones Astartes tore through from inside, while outside of the cities, the great mechanic roar of the titans and thousands of other war machines drowned out even the sounds of bombs and artillery shells. Binaric canting, screaming, maddened Officers and Commissars kept the men going, reminding them of the first order of the war, that there was to be no mercy and no restraint when it came to the enemy, they were to slaughter everything, down to every man, woman and child. There would be no escape for the enemy today, not in life and not in death.The Bulk of the landed slowly, outside the cities more so than inside, aiding the Guard and their allies in bringing death upon the enemy. The First, Second, Seventh and the Eleventh jumped straight to battle, riding transports and bikes, or even still in their aeronautica vehicles, to get closer to the enemy, and do so faster. The tanks of the Guard and the Legio Cybernetica, now thousands in number, with their very own support, charged next to them, ensuring enemy armor would meet their doom. The Second were slower, taking their time to shell the enemy with their Legionary Medusas, while their warriors on the ground threw themselves against the enemy lines, letting the Guard punch through, with rapid armored thrusts, wherever they made gains. On the other end, the Fourth landed directly with the the Sons of the Omnissiah, joining them in battle, Astartes and machine-men bringing down massive firepower upon traitors and warps-spawn, while the Eleventh were split in two, with one side assaulting the same city as the Second and another the same as the Fourth. The Fifth fought alone, later aided by the arrival of the Twelfth, but did so with great efficiency, employing terror tactics against a weakened enemy.

Battle for New Scandinavia/Exposing the Truth | December 2075 | New Scandinavia
As the Achainian volley came down, the cities around the planet activated their City Shields in a hope to distort the enemy shells. After the barrage ended Lorekeepers, Loreguardians, Plaguewardens, and Hellbringer fighters took to the skies to engage the numerous drop pods and fighters. With support from the countless flak gun positions in and around the cities, they blanketed the skies in small explosions and flying daemons which ripped and chopped drops pods as they entered their reach. In the trenches, in the bunkers, on the walls sat or stood many of troops, Astartes, Daemons, and Officers of all the gods, unified under one common goal, Repel the Enemy. The ODCs still fired up at the enemy ships that now entered low orbit, making their shots easier to track, and easier to range in. However reports of fighting in the cities came to the attention of Jarl Freki, but it wasn't only of fighting of of genocide. Reports of Achainian Astartes running down unarmed civilians and workers, this wasn't a simple war, it was their annihilation. So the Jarl called forth a new operation codenamed Warp Tear, and with the order given, small drones were sent out to these sites, and when they arrived they began taking photos, video, and sound of the events of genocide. These photos and videos were loaded into a file, and with that Jarl Freki took a stand on a podium and began speaking, and at the same time the signal began to spread out across the galaxy, with the signal being boosted by the other cities.

"People of the Galaxy, I am Jarl Freki of Icelanden. We are killed in the thousands by an evil Empire who kills us only because of our religion we follow. These photos and videos show the genocide of unarmed civilians and workers, of the old and young. They care not for simple conquest, only the entire annilation of Icelanden's people," the photos and videos were then showed on any screen the signal came too, "in this war, we have fought defensively entirely, and yet people join them in our deaths. I ask of others too look at what these people will do and pay it heed, for the Achainians are using you all as puppets in their game. They even now will try to block this signal, so that their monstrous truths are not reveled. But you see now a picture of the true monsters. This'll possibly be the last transmission of the Icelandic People as a whole, remember this month as a month of infamy and the month monsters were reveiled. May whom ever you worship bless you." With that the signal begins to only play the genocidal videos and pictures on a constant loop, with new ones being added every second.

Salvation? (Grand Escape part 4) | December 2075 | Neighboring Moon to New Scandinavia
The people on board the transport now named the Enduring looked out across space and back to their planet. They could see the faintness of large explosions. Everyone on board feared the worst, and that they were missing even on the ground. However they continued away from and planet and to the other side of the moon, but as they came around a small bend close to the moon a ship came into view. It had a weird design, and wasn't of Achainian or Icelandic choice. As the crew looked at the ship a small vessel exited it and came towards the Enduring but stopped a couple miles away and a signal came through to the Enduring reading,

"Greetings humans, or whatever you are. We are the Etruni, a space faring race from another galaxy. We appear to have lost our way and found ourselves in the middle if a giant war. Care to explain?"
The crew of the Enduring looked puzzled and each other, but the captain returned a signal,
"We are refugees of the current war. We've escaped the planet you see over in the direction of the massive battle, and possibly a mass genocide. I have others that are in need of a good rest. Is it possible we can join you?" Desperation set in for the entire crew as they waited for a response.
"My captain will meet you all in the hanger bay of the Falcion, welcome aboard." The return signal sent relief across the crew and they began to celebrate, they had lived and now possibly find a good place to settle down. They followed the small craft towards the large ship, with a bright future in their minds.

The mechanicus

LOCATION: RED STAR SYSTEM - SEGMENTUM SOLAR
DATE: 075.M3
FLEET CONCERNED: SECOND EXPLORATOR FLEET

The Mechanicus and its fleet watched as their forces descended to the hellworld below alongside their Achainian comrades, with Auspex sensors detecting enemy fortifications and troop movements all over the planet, allowing for the forces of the Mechanicus to plan for extreme caution in the face of what would seemingly be overwhelming odds. The Machine Spirits of the weapons worked faithfully to barrage the tainted demon-world for the period of the assault barrage, Macrocannons from the Light Cruisers tearing through the atmosphere of the planet and crushing the ground below in detonations that would truly bring glory to the Machine God. As the bolts of light from the heavens tore through the demonic hell that was New Scandinavia, the enemy would learn to fear the ruthless accuracy and extreme efficiency of the Adepts onboard their ships and their Machine Spirits which aided them in calculating and crushing the enemy force with minimal inaccuracies that could only be measured in the micrometers thanks to the heavily advanced Machine Spirits that powered the targeting arrays, and the gifted Adepts who maintained them in their firing, ensuring they would never miss their marks. When the barrage stopped to allow the descent of the forces of the Mechanicus, then they knew immediately where they would target, and who they would crush under the feet of the God-Machines of the Collegia Titanica. The Adeptus Mechanicus were tasked with breaching and destroying the heavily defended enemy capital city on the world, and would do so with ruthless efficiency in the name of the Omnissiah. When the forces of the Adeptus Mechanicus and their transports descended, Valkyries and Lightnings filled the skies alongside their semi-atmospheric escort Furies, which would pull out soon after to return to their motherships. When the wrath of the Machine God was aimed at the Icelandic Daemonspawn, His weapons filled with skies with fury and His warplanes sliced through the clouds like perfect razors, their existence as machines ensuring they were perfect for their jobs, unlike the weak flesh of the Demonspawn, which was torn apart by bolterfire from their holy weapons, their Machine Spirits blessed by the Omnissiah himself for their task of cleansing the unholy from the universe. As each craft, piloted by a holy agent of the Omnissiah used the Machine Spirits of their craft to cleave the unholy skies in two, and ensure the safety of the transports, which descended like behemoths of the Machine God in order to deploy their millions of Skitarii and God-Machines to begin the next phase of the battle, and bring an end to the pathetic Icelandic traitors once and for all. Their tainted flesh would be annihilated by the plasma barrages of the Warhounds, their tainted souls destroyed by the Omnissiah's holy Lasguns, and their planet shredded in the name of the Machine God in order to remove their taint from the universe and bring an end to the despicable 'Ruinous Powers' and their influence within the Materium once and for all, and to destroy all those who used and tainted blessed technologies of the Machine God forever, like the Adeptus Mechanicus had been doing for countless millennia by M41, as they aided those who were only faithful to the Omnissiah, or as they called him 'The God-Emperor of Mankind', against their countless foes, the Xenos, the Traitors, and the Daemons. Planetwide catastrophe would befall the despicable enemies of the Machine God's creations, and the Adeptus Mechanicus would be the heralds of the end for the Hereteks and their cultist allies, The Collegia Titanica their sword, the Skitarii their shield, and the Ordinatii their foot, with which they will crush the head of the enemy once and for all in their assault on the enemy and their wretched, tainted followers, who would like nothing more than to turn machines into possessed agents of the Dark Gods, and destroy the creations of the Machine God forever, which could simply not be allowed by the Adeptus Mechanicus in the name of all that is mechanical and holy. The enemy would not live to see the next day dawn, they would not survive the coming onslaught nor the power of the Mechanicus. The last Icelandic voidships fell silent by the dawn of the landing, preventing any further void combat, and providing total control of the void to the victorious Adeptus Mechanicus and Achainian Imperium.

When the transports had touched down, tens of thousands of Skitarii Hypasists poured out behind their Vanguard force and Cataphractii, who were leading the push against the ground forces of the enemy, the sacred words of the Omnissiah filling the air as they cut across their foes with divine weapons and blessed Machine Spirits. while the Skitarii force clashed with their opponent on the ground, they were merely a beginning of the assault, for before long, artillery fire filled the skies and blotted out the sun as Storm Eagle gunships ground up the enemy like mincemeat, but the worst was still to come for the forces of Chaos, for not only were the Skitarii a force to be reckoned with, every single Skitarii being of one logical mind, calculating the probabilities of victory against individual opponents with their battlefield data, but now the God-Machines were to make their entrance to the battle alongside the Ordinatus Ulator, a blessed weapon of the Ordinatii Legions which once fought alongside the Omnissiah himself during the Great Crusade of M31. Warhounds were the first to arrive at the battlefield, arriving in three packs of two, eviscerating the enemy with Bolter Cannons, immolating them with Inferno Cannons, and outright obliterating the enemy with their Plasma weaponry. Before long, the enemy force was facing the combined power of six Warhounds and four Reavers, whose missiles unleashed devastation wherever they landed, causing massive casualties to the enemies of the Omnissiah's holy armies. Secutarii prevented Chaos forces from getting close enough to the Titans where they could not be targeted, creating a field of near impenetrable cyborg warriors between the closest Chaos forces and the God-Machine itself. Onager Dunecrawlers stamped across the battlefield with the Vanguard, Neutron Lasers slicing across the enemy front as Macrostubber fire tore up flesh and bone into dust and gore, strewn across the battlefield with no mercy granted to any opponent who stood in their way. Skorpius Disintegrators and Duneriders accompanied eachother, Disintegrators providing support for the Duneriders to deploy their Skitarii occupants behind enemy line after having cut through alongside the Vanguard. The enemy were now surrounded, with more Dunecrawlers forcing a pincer maneuver around their foes, and more Duneriders deploy their Skitarii into the heat of battle, where they were ready to join the other forces of the Omnissiah in conflict against the hated enemy with logic as their guide, and the Machine Spirits of their weapons at their side. Omnispex users found weakpoints in enemy forces and identified important details for the battle, allowing a constant holy datastream to allow for the best possible method of attack on the enemy force. The engagements were fierce and brutal, with no enemy withstanding the force of the Omnissiah's will, guiding the legions of Skitarii in their battle against evil abusers of the machine. As the battle drew closer to the city walls, the Ordinatus would position itself nearby as Chaos forces fruitlessly tried to halt the Titan war machines which were slowly carving their way through the defences of the city, Void Towers bringing down a few Titans onto the battlefield raging nearby, crushing Skitarii and heretic who lay beneath. The battle raged on for hours as the Adeptus Mechanicus firing the Ulator at enemies who were too close for comfort, smashing their bodies into chunks of flesh and bone. The Ordinatus rolled forwards as Ordo Reductor cannons filled the skies with shells alongside the shells of the Chaos forces, who fired their artillery guns into the skies, gutting them as they fell down upon the Skitarii forces fighting against the traitors. Baneblades and Chaos tanks clashed in the battlefield, while Dunecrawlers burst into flames as they were fired upon by the defences of the city itself. Forces outside the city annihilated eachother for the next few days, crushing and annihilating forces from both sides, with the methodical Skitarii being illogically attacked by the forces of Chaos, and unpredictable enemy movements resulting in casualties from this, while the method and targeting skill of the Skitarii placed bullet upon bullet, bolt upon bolt, and blast upon blast onto their targets, leading to forces of Chaos also drowning in their own blood.

Beams of light pierced flesh and machine as Lasguns of Traitor Guard and Hypasist blew through eachother, and bolts streaked through the skies between the Astartes of the Fourth Legion and the Traitor World Eaters, turning once gleaming or putrid Astartes armour into nothing but ground up metal blobs on the ground that contained the neatly packaged organs and flesh of the deceased Astarted, holes in the armour leaking biomatter onto the ground and covering the floor in a disgusting slurry of blood, sweat, and feces that only the weakness of the flesh, Nurgle, could find beautiful. Bodies piled up ontop of eachother during the course of the battle, and gargantuan pyramids of the dead were stacked up by the followers of heresy to barricade themselves, while corpses of Astartes, Skitarii, and Guardsmen lay littered across the floor, cybernetic parts scattered all across the battlefield belonged to Skitarii, Legio Cybernetica, and Steel Legionnaires, and thus were recovered by some Skitarii during raids of a brutal nature, riled up by religious fervour to recover the machine parts of the fallen for their sacred re-use, to ensure their Machine Spirits do not die like their user did on the field of battle, and ensure that more Skitarii may join to fight against the Hereteks and Heretics of the Icelandic fortress city of New Oslo. Fields formerly covered in crops used by farmers were now fields where the only thing farmed was corpses, and Demons and Skitarii brutally fought to the death in the region, with Dunecrawlers and Krios tanks leading charges to annihilate the Demons with their Neutron Lasers and Lightning Cannons, both of which were to grievously wound the enemy demons, who stood in their way to destroying the enemies of the Machine God. Enemy trenches which stood guarded by millions of enemy soldiers were the main source of resistance, for they had dug in, and artillery guns from them tried on every occasion to obliterate the Skitarii, while the Ordo Reductor fired back with more fury and wrath than the enemy's artillery. Nevertheless, their demonic allies prevented their certain defeat, and the Ordinatus Ulator was unable to move to a stable location and break the walls down. Conflict raged on, and the God-Machines of war, the Titans, battled against demons which stood at their size, furious and just, the God-Machines struck down enemies, but faced losses of their own, with Warhounds being obliterated by the demons and their Void powers, and only one squad of Warhounds remaining to destroy the enemy forces. Reaver Titans fared better, but due to their smaller numbers, after the battle, again only two remained, both of which piloted by the most holy warriors of the Omnissiah, and most blessed by His powers. From above, Storm Eagles fired upon their enemy with lethal efficiency, but flak severely limited their effectiveness when they weren't being chased by flying warpspawn, which were constantly harassing the gunships with their attacks, and the demons themselves being forced back by Valkyries and Lightnings that fired upon the demons. This destructive cycle resulted in the losses of thousands of craft and demons in the battle for the air, while more joined the battle to fill the gaps, V-shaped formations cutting across the air in numbers that must have penetrated the hundreds, while equally menacing demon swarms massed in the thousands to try and reconcile their weaker frames in comparison to the hardier and more powerful ranged fighters of the Mechanicus. Chaos psykers caused havok on the battlefield for the Skitarii forces, and while they fell under attack from both psyker and mutant, the corpses of psykers were being crushed by tanks and walkers, as even their warp powers were not strong enough to stop their own demise at the hands of the Machine God's own, stronger weaponry and armour. Forces loyal to Achain and the Mechanicus ran down dispersed enemy forces, their wills broken, while demons from the nightmares of Achainian guardsmen destroyed their positions, and demon-engines attacked and destroyed many Adeptus Mechanicus forces, as the Hereteks were led by the same logis machines as the Adeptus Mechanicus, only corrupted to attack the Machine God's disciples, not aid them against their despicable foes. Hereteks, reviled by the Adeptus Mechanicus, were prioritised by their guns, and a great battle between the Omnissiah's forces and the forces of the Hereteks would rage on, Skitarii fighting against their mutated counterparts, Galvanic Rifles felling other tainted Galvanic Rifles, and pure machines clashing with Demon-Engines of Chaos.

Again from orbit the Second Explorator Fleet's Magi and Adepts watched on, their receptors witness to the annihilation of the planet from the relative safety of their untouchable voidships, which viewed the planet with cold machine eyes, and watched every move of military forces all across the surface, from minor engagements away from fortress cities, to large scale conflict around the fortresses and the largest battle of them all, taking place around New Oslo itself, surrounded by Adeptus Mechanicus forces and their siege weapons, the destruction caused by the firing of which observable without adjusting vision for clearer view. Across the planet mushroom clouds peaked, and entire armies drowned eachother in their own blood and gore. One could swear you could see the red of blood from orbit, the ground stained with death and pestilence. And yet the voidships continued to relay Auspex information and other commands from the Dominus leading the Skitarii armies down below, while the Skitarii provided them with closer inspection of enemy fortifications and other military assets, including tanks, demons, trenches, cannons, soldiers, artillery, and many other details in extreme detail. This allowed for orders from the Dominus to ensure high scale efficiency of the combat between Skitarii and Heretics. While the Dominus has no influence over the forces of the Achainians, he and his techpriests could send information to them in order to best advise them on the situation, and what strategies their military command should adopt in attempting to take and hold fortresses on the planet below. The Icelandics could still organize a push at New Oslo to retake lost ground, and there would still be a need to get the Ordinatus Ulator safely to the walls of New Oslo as to bring them down and begin the annihilation of the cities and their citizens, who were nothing but puppets of Chaos. The Mechanicus also picked up a transmission from the leader of the heretics, a so called 'Jarl Freki', who was protesting the annihilation of civilians in the war by the Achainians and Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii Legions. The Adeptus Mechanicus did not care for their attempts to plead against the 'morals' of the Adeptus Mechanicus, for every Human was a biological machine, and corruption by Chaos should lead to their destruction much like how the corruption of a Machine Spirit should also lead to it's destruction for turning on the Machine God. While the petty nations of the galaxy may take offense at the actions of the Adeptus Mechanicus on the planet, the destruction of every man, woman, and child was warranted, and the Dominus knew that once the walls fell, no longer would the citizens of New Oslo only have to fear their destruction by artillery, but now by every single concentrated weapon of the Machine God that the Skitarii had at their disposal during the battle. Every single corrupted individual would be torn into shreds by the triumphant Adeptus Mechanicus once they had their way, and when the city is breached, then that way shall be had. The planet looked as though it buckled and crackled every time an explosion went off on the surface, and the beauty of the destruction of a Heretic hive was a beauty to be for sure. Hive spires fell and burned from artillery fire into cities all across the planet, including New Oslo, and although no Skitarius had entered those cities yet, it was only a matter of time before the whole rotten structure came tumbling down, and the demons of Chaos knew they had lost. But, overconfidence was an undesirable side effect of the battle going in favour of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and Icelanden could still recover with aid of Xenos who feel compassion for them, or unsuspected defections from the side of the Guardsmen after they had seen the video of the atrocities Achain's allies were committing alongside their legions. Crippled warships of Icelanden, drifting above the planet gave an eerie foreground to the burning world, and it was best that the Icelandics would not be able to use this picture for their propaganda purposes, as it could draw allies to their side during these weeks of glory. Adepts had already scoured these ships for non-tainted archeotech, and while some parts had been promising, and thus taken as relics of the Machine God, many were too tainted for use, and many ships, now merely frames and plates drifting in space were destroyed in fireballs because of the destruction of their reactor cores by Skitarii cleanup squads. Forge Ships pumped out replacement vehicles and wargear for the Skitarii on the ground, and had them taken down in the thousands by transports, which ferried supplies from the landing zone, from which the Adeptus Mechanicus had originally deployed its troops from after braving the flak storms of ground based assault weapons.

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Complicity | December 2075 | Location: Crystal Palace, Minerva

Natasa watched the camera feed being relayed from new Oslo New Scandinavia for hours and hours on end seeing the fire and carnage,hearing the screams as strange soldiers slaughtered their way to a bloody victory, despite all that was happening on the camera feed, Natasa sat there and was completely silent as she continued to watch the feed of the battle unfold and saw as flames burnt the dead bodies that littered the wasteland in the making and the blood drenched streets and alleyways, in appearance but were clearly of a different faction and were somehow appeared more horrifying than the Achainians already were and no one thought it was even possible to be more horrifying than the Achainians, despite that this is happening right now it was all too familiar to the Minervans, they were same as the stories their mothers and fathers told them, the death, the endless amount of suffering and the fear that happened many many years ago on Earth during the shattering and now Natasa had a front row seat to the carnage repeating itself all over again, for History repeats itself.

When Natasa was pulled away from the screens showing the horrors unfolding light years away there was a crushing feeling that made even the fear,sorrow and dread that she saw in the feed seem miniscule in comparison and it was the crushing guilt that came over Natasa like a avalanche. Right now Minervan fleets are over New Scandinavia and Minervan men and women are fighting the Icelandics and helping the Achainians and their strange allies in this cruel and sadistic war being waged for no real discernible reason to the Minervans as Icelanden had done nothing harmful to the Minervan state. The Minervan state was not just standing by and watching this happen they were helping the Achainians slaughter they have blood on their hands that they can never truly wash from their hands and this will become a shameful chapter in Minervan history as they are now helping the very people who brought pain and misery to their home world of earth bring the same pain and misery to others. They were as evil as the Vichy regime of France, The Quisling and even the hated Ustase of Croatia who collaborated with the monsters that were the Nazis. Natasa knew she had to keep order and begin cracking down on protesters but she knew deep down they were right about the Minervan State's collaboration with Achainians but she needed to keep them alive and continue carrying on the legacy of Earth.

Send in the Minervan Ground Forces to quell the protests if they become too violent and put our Nova Bomb Stockpiles on partial alert.

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Complicity | December 2075 | Location: Crystal Palace, Minerva

Natasa watched the camera feed being relayed from new Oslo New Scandinavia for hours and hours on end seeing the fire and carnage,hearing the screams as strange soldiers slaughtered their way to a bloody victory, despite all that was happening on the camera feed, Natasa sat there and was completely silent as she continued to watch the feed of the battle unfold and saw as flames burnt the dead bodies that littered the wasteland in the making and the blood drenched streets and alleyways, in appearance but were clearly of a different faction and were somehow appeared more horrifying than the Achainians already were and no one thought it was even possible to be more horrifying than the Achainians, despite that this is happening right now it was all too familiar to the Minervans, they were same as the stories their mothers and fathers told them, the death, the endless amount of suffering and the fear that happened many many years ago on Earth during the shattering and now Natasa had a front row seat to the carnage repeating itself all over again, for History repeats itself.

When Natasa was pulled away from the screens showing the horrors unfolding light years away there was a crushing feeling that made even the fear,sorrow and dread that she saw in the feed seem miniscule in comparison and it was the crushing guilt that came over Natasa like a avalanche. Right now Minervan fleets are over New Scandinavia and Minervan men and women are fighting the Icelandics and helping the Achainians and their strange allies in this cruel and sadistic war being waged for no real discernible reason to the Minervans as Icelanden had done nothing harmful to the Minervan state. The Minervan state was not just standing by and watching this happen they were helping the Achainians slaughter they have blood on their hands that they can never truly wash from their hands and this will become a shameful chapter in Minervan history as they are now helping the very people who brought pain and misery to their home world of earth bring the same pain and misery to others. They were as evil as the Vichy regime of France, The Quisling and even the hated Ustase of Croatia who collaborated with the monsters that were the Nazis. Natasa knew she had to keep order and begin cracking down on protesters but she knew deep down they were right about the Minervan State's collaboration with Achainians but she needed to keep them alive and continue carrying on the legacy of Earth.

Natasa would walk out into the city and it was a dark and cloudy day and the skyline of crystal city was lit up by the neon lights and holoboards would exhort the praises of the Minervan Government and now promoted the alliance with the Achainians with colorful depiction of a new age that is about to dawn for the Minervan People. Police drones would display messages of the penalties of protesting against the Achainian-Minervan alliance and not far away were police formations cracking down on protesters and more ominous was what looked like the appearance of Achainian Arbites, Natasa had only seen them in the history books describing them in only vague detail but now she was looking at them and watching them work with domestic Minervan Security Forces keeping a ever more tense peace. Natasa could hear anti-war and anti-Achainian chants and one slogan caught her attention, a protester had called the Minervan State "Vichy Minerva" a reference to the Nazi Collaborator government of France that existed over a century ago during World War II. Natasa saw the making of a totalitarian state however she wondered if the seeds of dictatorship were there from the beginning of the Minervan State

The Siege of New Scandinavia: Battle of New Oslo | 076.M2 | Location: New Scandinavia

Nations Concerned: Icelanden The mechanicus

The discovery of the sheer size and fervor with which the enemy was defending the city of New Oslo lead to the Achainians' discovery of its true importance and meaning to this damned world. The city, with all of its titanic walls, diamond-hard bunkers and kilometer-long defensive emplacements, behind all that laid the Capital of the world. Though its history was unknown, what the vast arrays of sensors and ground reconnaissance could tell was that it presented the most heavily defended spot on the planet. The Gene-Fathers theorized that if it was broken, many others would easily fall, their spirits crushed by what acts of murder were inflicted upon their greatest shield. Many voidships moved into position, waiting patiently for the rotation of the planet to be in their favor, weapons drawn and ready. This time there would be no mercy and no restraint. A bombardment as heavy as the first wave that crashed on the planet was planned for the city. Capital ships aimed up their weapons, hundred-meter Macrocannons, with shells the size of entire Hive Spires, with smaller Destroyer torpedoes and the many Kinetic rods like in the first bombardment, all aimed down at the world below. Cogitators burst, with octillions of calculations a second, aiding their Machine Intelligence in firing and loading weapons with light speed and unmatched precision. Ship after ship fired, with tens of millions of tons of explosive energy crashing right into the Nordic shields defending the cities, causing shock waves to travel in and all around the cities, causing devastating Earthquakes for kilometers. The only weapons withheld from the bombardment were the many missiles containing various flesh-eating bioweapons, as per the request of the First Legion, as bombardment with such weapons would only aid the worshippers of the Great Unclean One. Aeronautica forces on the world spared more wings than they already did for this occasion, as hundreds of Fighters covered thousands of Bombers, transporting lower yield weapons, but with a lower velocity, being able to pass directly through the enemy void shields when fire from the fleet gave them a few seconds to do so, but otherwise these great vehicles were turned on the forces right before the cities, who were already under the assault of Astartes, Guardsmen and Legio Cybernetica, with the world-ending Mechanicus close-by. Vulture gunships unleashed scores of rockets, melta bombs and heavy bolter fire down on enemies directly engaged with Achainian forces, while destructive guided Missiles and high-yield Melta bombs crashed upon Bunkers and Artillery emplacements. Shells crashed from the air, from the small Quad Launchers, hurling hundreds of mortar rounds per minute, to the thousands of Basilisks and Medusa Siege Guns, hurling tens of thousands of shells of all calibers on enemy defensive lines. Hours-long barrages of artillery kept enemies firmly down, cowering in their trenches before stray shells exploded them to no more than tiny pieces of gore painted on the dirt. In-between these attacks, mechanized assaults of Shock-Assault troopers, backed by Armor and strikes from Legionary Praetors, fighting side-to-side with Assault Guns and whatever the Aeronautica could spare. These soldiers took heavy casualties, but where they made progress the enemy was met by rapid armored thrusts, massing hundreds of Tanks and Armored Fighting Vehicles, with Land Raiders and Bulls deploying Astartes of the Fourth Legion. The Fourth Legion itself had already taken casualties, as it had encountered the World Eaters Traitor Legion and the Nordics' own Astartes-equivalent Supersoldiers. The Fourth Legion had lost entire companies of Legionnaires, now laying dead in fields or reduced to a thin paste and power armor skeletons. The Legions' own Order of Ophelia was ordered straight into battle alongside the Astartes, as the Legion could not afford such grievous casualties. The Legion resorted to their favored tactics, using Heavy Weapons like Storm Bolters, Rotor Cannons, Volkites and Autocannons to engage their enemies from a distance, while hundreds of Terminators were deployed at closer ranges, cutting their enemy to pieces with Assault Cannons and Meltaguns, tanking shots after shots with their heavy armor. Their Sisters were treated much like how other Legions would treat their Tactical Squadrons, deploying behind the Terminators, using Bolter Fire and Flamers against their enemies, taking considerable casualties in the process. Some dared to call the Fourth Legion cowards, but they were met with a swift decapitation by the nearest Legionnaire, or otherwise a boltshell to the head from a Commissar, as anyone who understood the tactics of the Fourth Legion could tell that their path to victory was absolute, despite their unorthodox ways of waging war. It was like this they had hundreds of victories in their, waged on countless worlds. Their inability to recruit meant every warrior in the Legion had served for decades, while others had served for centuries, with experience in all corners of the Orion arm. The Legion was bound by brotherhood, so that when a warrior fell the others would fight with unrelenting fury and world-ending fire to avenge their long-standing brother. The Legionaries fought on, hoping that their engagements would punch enough holes in the enemy lines to allow for a swift assault to sweep in and take the enemy capital, hoping that their shots would be enough for the ones inside the city. As inside the city, many forces were still battling the Nordics in bitter combat. Legionnaires of the Eleventh Legion, with Special Forces and Legio Cybernetica infiltrators brought chaos to the city. Astartes fought inside, driving Militarum forces into the ground, but stalled when faced by Traitor Astartes and Nordic Supersoldiers, with the occasional demon being reduced to bits by Terminator squads. Assault squads jumped directly into devastating melee's with their enemies, sending blades into unarmored opponents and struggling in prolonged beatings against other supersoldiers, trying to destroy each other with blunt damage. Special Forces had relatively more success, eliminating many flak batteries and Artillery guns, using sniper fire and melta bombs to destroy such emplacements. However, many squads were lost towards the center of the city, after they started receiving a signal that appeared to be from the Nordic leadership itself, attempting to get mercy from the rest of the Galaxy. A detachment of the Eleventh legion, approaching next to a thousand Legionnaires, with other Special Forces units and Legio Cybernetica warriors tasked with the same. They would take a morale shot at the Nordics, going straight for their leader, causing damages to the population along the way. To aid them in this, they would mostly board their remaining Stormbrids, with one or two Valkyries and a Vulture to assist them. They would use these vessels to traverse the city with great speeds, using their mounted twin-linked Heavy Bolters and Assault Cannons to incinerate anything along the way.

The fleets in orbit caught the same signal from the Nordics, jamming it in some parts, but still passing through because of a lack of response from the Minervan and Kholnyan auxiliaries. Some officers scoffed, while other laughed at this. Anyone who understood the threat posed by the Ruinous Powers would understand that Achain's actions in this war were all completely justified. Those that still took pity to the Nordics would face the same fate as they did, pummelled into the ground with no mercy and extreme prejudice. It was unfortunate, really, that Achain had to fight other men, other humans, humans that stood in the same lines of battle they did many years ago. But allowing anyone to live would condemn more lives. It was through the actions of the Gods that this slaughter was performed, not that of the Legions, not that of anyone. The Achainians were committing a mercy killing. Those who truly understand would know that Achain had no right to let them live. Most of Achain's history, that of the old Imperium, was one paved in extreme violence and bloodshed, as was the natural order of things. The universe belongs to Man, to the victorious, resilient and the unyielding, it belongs to those willing to walk over the dead and into enlightenment. One must be willing to sacrifice it all, wealth, power, family, friends, love...nothing mattered more than the survival of the Imperium. As only when Achain's enemies were defeated, only when there was no enemy left to fight, only then would there be peace among the stars. Until then, the Galaxy should burn, painted red with the blood of all who dared to stand against the mighty Imperium. Billions had shed their blood for this great Imperium to be built, and billions more would have to die for humanity's uncontested rule over the Stars. Great mind and military men of legend came forward to build this Imperium, and it would not crumble to the likes of backwater peasants and disgusting xenos, nor to the thirsting Gods of the Immaterium. The Legiones Astartes would lead Achain to that victory, as it did for the past centuries, reclaiming over three hundred worlds of the old Imperium. These warriors were not to be taken lightly, as they were regarded as the strongest single military force Achain had. Individual Astartes had taken on impressive feats, but as entire Legions they were capable of destroying entire races and crumbling Empires in mere Solar Weeks. For all in all, as an unknown figure that was stated to have created the Astartes put it..."They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity. They are my Angels of Death and they shall know no fear." The Astartes were the natural response to the cold and unforgiving universe. They are humanity's light in the dark. They are the fervor and resilience with which man has fought time and time again against all manners of tragedies and disasters, always coming to bite right back, thriving in events that wiped out many others. Recruited at a young age from Death Worlds and Gene-crafted by Forge-Masters in countless laboratories, to be then trained in every manner of combat known to mankind, deployed in expert formations to conquer and destroy all that stands in Achain's path. Those that survive facing them on the battlefield tell stories of horror and dread, as nearly unkillable giants storm their ranks, killing with no emotion and the most horrifying of weaponry, advancing on after crippling and otherwise lethal wounds, shrugging off the heaviest of enemy fire. Now more than a million of these warriors, enough to shatter an Empire of Achain's size, were fighting down a single world, in apocalyptic battles of continental proportion, getting cut down by former comrades and the foul beasts of the Immaterium. From the excessively violent sons of Viktor Kuhn and Asger Bard, to the warriors of Asmund and down to the scum of Erwin, Astartes laid waste to enemy forces on the world below the fleets. Without their very own warriors and the favoritism of their Gods, the Nordics' would have fallen long ago, their world shattered in the very first landings, lost within as little as a day. Now thousands of these warriors were redirected by their very commanders, by the Gene-Fathers, towards New Oslo, as hundreds of thousands of Legionnaires from the First and Second Legion made planetfall near the warzones they were to fight on, joining their many allies in the Siege of this damned city, much to the relief of many forces, including those inside. Some 250,000 Legionnaires from these Legions, with some 10,000 lost-looking Legionnaires from the Third, came down to the support of the push against the Nordic lines. Demons which had terrorized Guardsmen now found their match, as tens of thousands more Astartes rushed to the lines, on bikes, Bulls, Land Raiders and some still in their Stormbird assault crafts. This pushed the already present forces to give in and assault the enemy again, with everything they had. Masses of tanks and other vehicles moved up, with columns of men running alongside them, crawling their way from trenches under black shadows of artillery fire.

Born in blazing forges and tempered in countless battles, a burning lance of light came towards the ground, with hundreds following behind it. A deafening sound came from the Achainian side of battle, as hundreds of superhuman voices screamed a powerful cheer, otherwise audible as an "Ura!." This was from the Warhounds, as many of the Legionnaires not engaged in battle joined their voices together for what was to come. At this day of reckoning, the skies fell and broke to the earth with shatters of stars, as thousands of explosives rocked the battlefield before them. The Iron Bullet falls down from orbit, carrying God inside. And so the mighty colossus descends from orbit, crashing into the ground in a swirl of violence. At this day of reckoning, all looked on the battlefield to behold their doom, their path covered in tears and blood. Passed through countless wars, pathetic prayers would not save the cultists from their doom. Their howls of pain were heard thundering across the battlefield, as the hatch finally opened up, and for a moment, there was silence...The dust rose into the air, as the sounds of battle came back. As the dust cleared, traitor World Eaters looked to their horror, as they knew full well what it was. Desperately, berzerkers and demons alike tried to stall it, but the Gene-Father smashed through like a Juggernaut, with a snarl of anger and a powerful sweep of his axe, carving a Bloodletter in half, bringing his war hammer down into the head of another. His Terminator guard and other Warhounds dived straight into their enemies, ripping them apart or shooting them from point-blank range. A couple Stormbirds crashed around them, continuing to fire their guns until their barrels melted off or their gun turrets fell, destroyed by enemy artillery. Many Warhound Assault Squads jumped straight out of these war machines, crashing directly into their enemies with their Assault Packs, with they themselves being impaled by enemy blades or blown out of existence by tank fire. Men and war machines of both sides clashed all around, as Leman Russ battle tanks exploded from the fire of M40's, who themselves exploded into burning torches after direct hits from Warp Sorcerers and enemy Vanquishers. Supertanks attempted to move across the mud-filled tombscape, only to be brought down by the fire from the Mechanicus' Titan war machines. Regular men and the cybernetically enhanced warriors of the Legio Cybernetica tried to keep up with the Astartes, their minor genetic modifications and human muscle trying to keep up with the power armored warriors and their great vehicles. Unfatigued by this, soldiers of the Legio Cybernetica pushed on helped by bionics and life support systems, with the Vanguard fighting side to side with Guardsmen, while Heavy Infantry threatened to press on even harder than the Astartes, while the much more patient Rangers waited, taking out important enemies like Warp Sorcerers or enemy Champions, using their massive Galvanic Rifles to accomplish these feats. The Legionnaires themselves were pushing to their superhuman limits, as they held up all around their Gene-Father. The presence of a Gene-Father had an instantly positive effect on the entire front lines and it was clear to see, as the Achainians threw themselves against the enemy lines, with swarms of infantry dying like nails, hammered into Icelanden's coffin. Even the Templars were thrown into a frenzy, as they often fought campaigns side-to-side with the Warhounds, leading to relations of brotherhood between the legions. The warriors of the Steel Legion were slightly unnerved by the arrival of the First and the Second. As while they were perfectly capable of collaborating with the Third, the First and Second were too focused on close combat for the likes of the Steel Legion, who prefered to fight enemies from distant range, using their superhuman accuracy and precise artillery calculations to bring overwhelming amounts of accurate fire upon their cowering enemy. Soldiers of the First and Second were overjoyed when they happened upon their hated enemies, huddled together in their pathetic little fortifications, which their brothers in the Fourth previously shattered. Overcome with horror, regular men tried to defend themselves from the superhuman monstrosities as well as they could, firing every available weapon or raising their fragile mutilated arms, only to be crushed under the Astartes' armor, as they deserved no more. Astartes were almost angered by this, as many seemed to not even be professional soldiers, but rather civilians pressed into service because of the arrival of the Achainians, armed with whatever weapons laid around and thrust into battle with whatever equipment could be spared. Stubrifles and Autoguns did relatively little to Astartes, with even the absolute and rare lasgun or the even rarer melta being the only ones to give Astartes wounds or downright kill them. Some positions seemed more logical, as static emplacements could very well be manned by inexperienced people with relatively little worry, but in open battle against Achain's elite, such untrained and hastily conscripted individuals stood no chance against the wave of murder that fell upon them. In other parts of the front, the Plague Guard and the Terror Legion took advantage of this fact, employing horrific weaponry and shock tactics to break their morale. Lines of professional soldiers seemed only to appear as the forces got closer to the walls of the city, as was to be expected of the Nordic cowards, sending poor bastards out, trying to tire the Achainians before they themselves were hit. If this was any other force they were fighting, perhaps it would have worked, but Achian's Legions were no mere scum on this Galaxy, devising all sorts of enhancements that made regular soldiers able to stand battle fatigue that would normally lay other men to waste, not to mention the Astartes, who with all their implants and life support systems could fight for entire weeks without as much as a minute of rest. Between this and the Machine Men of the Legio Cybernetica, Achain was prepared to give all in order to destroy the Nordics, as it had already demonstrated, by the hundreds of thousands of Achainians that had already lost their lives in the war. The scenery of battle was impressive all-around, as millions of bodies, on both sides of the conflict, laid scattered all around, either whole, dead from gas or some sort of poison, butchered with blades, chewed apart by bullets or partially crushed by blunt weapons or vehicles. Birds and insects feasted upon the cadavers, as swarms of flies from the worshippers of the Great Unclean One laid their many eggs, hatching disgusting and smelly maggots to writhe and consume liquefying putrid bodies. Others were simple reduced to a thin paste, embedded into the mud or in pebbles, fragments of bone and wargear scattered and buried with it. Entire fields of burning and smoking wrecks, hit by stray shells or simply disintegrated by anti-material weaponry. Vehicles were turned into burning metallic graves, as Mechanized formations from both sides found their own problems exploited by the enemy. Though the Achainian M40 was generally better than the Leman Russ tanks on the Icelandic side, it was by no means invincible, and enemy artillery took note of that, sending shells and rockets, sometimes even crackling Warp Energy down from their walls, who themselves received millions of shells over from the Achainian side. Commissars already had much on their hands, but having to constantly keep soldiers sane after witnessing the corruption of the warp was another story entirely. The arrival of the Gene-Fathers was already an impressive boost to morale, as the Gene-Fathers were to regular Achainian what Gods would be to those who still believed in some form of religious worship. Damian Augustus of the Steel Legion chose to stay in orbit, to keep in close touch with the Machine Intelligence on the Iron Blood and to continue the planetary bombardment, which the Gloriana-class personally commanded. Other Gene-Fathers were slower to arrive, preferring to descend slowly, in Stormbirds, with plenty of Escort craft, hastily arriving in Comand Bunkers on their designated front lines. Viktor Kuhn, though initially arriving at a Command Bunker, just as swiftly left for the front lines, he was to join his brother, Asger, in battle, and later to run an investigation into new intel given from the Terror Legion.

On the field of battle, Asger Bard finally faced one of the monsters that had taken the lives of hundreds of Guardsmen hours prior, now bursting forth through the thick doors of a bunker complex, which a Shock-Assault Platoon had been assaulting just seconds prior. The hulking monstrosity was seemingly clad in Terminator plate of an unknown pattern, with interlocking brass plates, painted red with the blood of all those it had slaughtered. Even more insultingly, the monster had the skulls of all those it killed attached directly to its armor, as trophies, with many still fresh, some faces recognizably the guardsmen trying to assault the bunker. If Asger's mind was as sharp as ever, then the figure before him was a BloodLord, one of the many spawns of the despicable Hound. His guard was fast to pick up on the intrusion of the creature, meeting it head on with Stormbolters and Assault Cannons. The being took a couple boltshells to its face, blowing its jaw and much of its ugly teeth right off, raising its impossibly muscular clawed arm to meet the other shots, which strangely either bounced off or exploded directly on the skin, inflicting little to no damage. The Gene-Father pressed one foot into the ground, with all the force that his own Primarch physiology could muster, aided further by all the fibromuscles in his armor. The demon smiled slightly (as well as any being with half its face blown off could), at this, as it finally had an opponent worth its time. The Gene-Father got the first trike, catching the warp-spawn right in the eye with his war hammer, retracting it and using his axe to block the aggressive blows of the maddened creature before him. This gave his guard enough time to properly fire upon the demon, filling it up with hundreds more rounds and stunning it, enough for the Gene-Father to swing his massive axe, bringing it down into the head of the creature, met with a blood curdling roar as many other enemies were making their way towards the Gene-Father, realizing his importance to the Achainian forces. Luckily, there were minor demons and regular Icelandic Militarum, with the occasional World Eater traitor and greater demon trying his luck. A Mechanized division of the Guard was way in front of them, otherwise they would see the might of entire tank cohorts falling down upon them, something which even the Astartes would find hard to engage. Pointing his war hammer towards the bunker complex, the Gene-Father gestured with his other hand to a squad of Terminators, as he was already shouting into his comms for more Aeronautica support. Just as he said it, black colored Stormbirds passed above, with other, faster and unidentifiable craft rushing in front of them, laying down explosive death upon trenches of enemies in front of them, while the rest seemed to head straight for their Mechanized forces. Two of the Stormbirds got closer to the ground, opening their rear end to reveal armored beasts, M30 Incinerators and Astartes vindicators being dropped, while the other Stormbird opened its read only to reveal a Legionary Heavy Weapons Squad, firing heavy weapons out of its back, before a Templar Assault Squad airdropped from it.The Gene-Father moved slowly, easily making his way to the position of one of the Templars, which he himself recognized as a Captain he had met a campaign before. The men simply nodded as a greeting, as they did not wish to waste time with unnecessary formalities. The two would communicate through the integrated communications' systems in their suits, their voices broadcasted clearly to one another inside their helmets. "What brings you here, Templar. Your nearest unit is fighting kilometers to the East..." The Gene-Father asked, his voice raspy and familiar, but nevertheless authortiative and imposing. "Sir! I am here on the Grand Marshall's orders. He's sent in multiple reinforcing units to this part of the front lines." Understandably so, as the Warhounds had taken at least several thousand casualties since their deployment, because of those cursed Warp Towers more than anything. The Gene-Father snarled, "Tell Kuhn and those bastards in the Third to bring down those towers already. Our communicators should have the location of every one of them now!" The Legionnaire nodded, communicating this directly with a nearby artillery unit, instructing them to use precise guided missile strikes, deploying Electromagnetic ammunition and High Explosive warheads under the cover of all the other artillery fire, of which now was in the millions. Still, it would take long for the artillery, as most units, including Tactical Missile Units, were busy pumping millions of shells and rockets into enemy fortifications. The cursed walls were visbile from where they were standing, and even now they could see thousands of explosions crashing into them, from their own artillery or the massive Titan war machines of their allies, but those walls simply did not seem to go down. This frustrated artillery units in back, which were ordered by more specialist formations to switch up ammunition types, firing shells that first borrowed into an enemy fortifications before detonating an unstable melta charge inside of it. Bombers were busy in the city, otherwise they too would be engaging the walls, bombing them to dust.

For the past month, since the initial landings on New Scandinavia, Guardsmen have performed exceptionally in combat. Though suffering great casualties, they have made considerable gains at the enemy in retaliation for them. Most forces, including those of the Legio Cybernetica, have bunkered down around enemy fortifications, surrounding them with hastily-assembled defensive lines, command and communication bunkers and uncounted artillery emplacements, defended by their very own support staff. The initial construction of such lines began as early as the first landings. As shock legions pushed up against enemy fortifications to test them, support staff and slower Engineering formations followed behind, stopping only just before they entered enemy range (signalled by the casualties experienced by shock legions), beginning work on trenches and temporary accomodation for the soldiers, moving up heavy weapons and tanks, in case of enemy counter attacks. Once the first line had been finished, a secondary (main) line would've been built, of considerably greater quality. This line had reinforced bunkers, hull-down armored vehicles, plenty of mortars and enough prepared firing positions to halt any serious advance from the enemy, if they ever came down from their fortifications. The third line had been well underway since the construction of the first, and was what housed so many Command bunkers, storage facilities and fixed artillery bunkers. These lines were all connected to the initial landing zones, that now resembled military fortresses more than anything. The initial landing bunkers were used for advanced communications equipment, used to transmit signals from orbit, down to the front lines and back up to orbit again with at most a seconds' delay. This was also the spot where troops and supply were safely landed from the gargantuan transports in orbit, who had billions of tons of supplies in them, in preparation for the campaign. Weapons, uniforms, helmets, respirators, personal radios, replacement vehicles, ammunition, consumables and medical supplies were brought down by thousands of transports every day, without fail. These transports were guarded by semi-atmospheric furies, only going away once the transports were safely in range of hundreds of flak guns and AA missile stations. This protection was needed, as if the enemy managed to disrupt this line of supply, it would leave troops stranded and poorly supplied for long periods of time, as consumption of all manners of supplies was at an all-time high. The protection was also there since this base housed many Launching Platforms and Missile Bunkers, which the Achainian forces use to strike precise targets all over the planet. Some Tactical Missile Launchers are sent off closer to the front lines, to make their usage more direct, faster and harder to intercept, as many Legions now needed them to bring down the collosal towers firing Warp Energy on the troops down below. The base was connected to all the ongoing frontlines by many roads, hastily build by military engineers and guarded by the Legio Cybernetica, there roads had many lanes, as many hundred-meter columns of trucks and cars were loaded up with supplies and sent to the front lines. Where this was not possible, or when heavy equipment was needed fast, Stormbirds and even Valkyries were loaded up and sent to whichever battlefield needed them. Logistics were a complicated process, specially on this type of war, but the Corps Logisticae made use of Machine Intelligence and Legions of Automata to make sure that no part of the front line would go without supplies of any kind, further assisted by Combat Engineers from the many branches. Though their war had ended, the forces in orbit were still stressed, as the Space Corps worked very closely with the Corps Logisticae to ensure that enough resources were seconded to the Corps Logisticae for them to properly supply the forces on the ground. The only Ark of the fleet worked without stop, as it had the sole and disgusting duty of processing the bodies of dead Astartes, taken to the machine for their biomatter to repurposed, their gene-seed possibly recovered.

The mechanicus

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