Alehoc Bloodblade's Story

The small portal way would open up into an abandoned structure set for demolition for some reason or another. Sigan stepped out from the gate into the hijacked webway portal. It had been months within the whims of the warp since Vrosh reported his discoveries to the rest of the council, only but three days in real-space, Clad in black armour the only mark to his allegiance, the mark of the Crimson Slaughter on his Vambrace. Ancient blasphemous tomes hang from chains about his waist and his bolt pistol slung in its human leather holster, a cloak of xeno fur hung from his back clamped to the main torso piece of his armour and between his powerpack. His force sword sheathed also at his waist. “yes this is the place...Illumene, come, my agents should be waiting with transport.”


From the portal, three other crimson slaughter marines stepped out and into the aging structure, the sounds of demolition hiding their own sounds and voices, two of these marines were ‘chosen’ these warriors were masters and veterans of wars long forgotten and thus acted as Sigan’s guards...Sigan was a cautious beast by nature, playing the fools from the shadows with whispers and lies.

The sound of a vehicle pulling up nearby, Sigan closed his eyes and using his powers of divination sought to see the realm around him, he stayed silent motioning with a hand for the two guards to move on ahead and meet with the agents, he opened his eyes and with his vox unit speak directly to the third who had come with him ”i do not trust the two reavers...they volunteered too suddenly for my liking, watch them” the Reavers abiding by their orders would make sure it was clear for their chaos lord, both activating a stummer which would silence their movements and make stealth easily done in their power armour they stepped into the alleyway, the brick wall blocked the way towards the transport.

Sigan left the building and turned his head looking at some poor wasted being and raised a finger pointing at the man, Sigan did nothing turning away and moving towards the wall, he had motioned for his underlings to do something about it. The likely answer was kill the poor fool, or drag his sorry hide along to bare witness and be a part of what was about to begin.

Sigan’s eyes would glow raising his hands towards the wall, he’d detach and break the cement holding it between the two buildings lifting the wall wholly away with the powers he knew from the psykic school, setting the wall aside.
the human followers, Sigan’s agents returned to the truck after keeping masked and covering up the few cameras watch the wall and street, they opened up the back. “My lord please get inside, if any of you are seen, we are doomed.” with a low chuckle Sigan removes his helmet and takes a deep breath of the air. “i have foreseen every outcome, i know our chances and i know your pain if you fail me.” Sigan had short hair almost buzzcut but his features each sharp and refined as if angels...or Daemons carved him to be a thing of beauty, he returned his helm to its place and approached the back of the truck. “hurry up, we’ve not the time to waste, already i sense the security forces preparing to deal with the cameras.”

The two

Reavers

Fell in having knocked out and brought the man along throwing the unconscious human into the back and then climbing into the back of the truck, waiting the brief few moments for the third to follow.

Even in these so called blackout zones, where Isirian surveillance was limited, the all encompassing eye of the Aschen were watching, through either the fine tuned sensors of the Watchtower anchored in the Gaelian system, or through the Reverence II that was looming in low geosynchronous orbit above Illumene.

It was some monitor within the Reverence II, someone watching the suite of sensors that detected the blip, the brief portal and spatial tearing within the city below that raised the alarm, transmissions moved among the large ship, and a call went out to the CPF's rapid response task force, an elite force tasked with dealing in alien incursions, as well as large scale rioting and insurrection.

Aboard a single Aerofrigate, a squad of roughly a dozen CPF Personnel prepared their weapons, as the small 500 meter long airship screamed over the city.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, we have no clue what we're up against, Intel says it's likely a small group, given the size and duration of the spatial anomaly, if it's anything at all. We're to insert and investigate, ascertain the nature of the anomaly and identify threats." The Sergeant reported.

"Approaching Blackout Zone! Get tactical!" The Pilot called out, while the squad loaded their weapons, Type 53 Disruptor rifles, Type 03 PDWs were the main choices, considering the MC-1 Carbine hadn't trickled out this far.

At roughly a hundred or so feet up above the streets, the Aerofrigate came to a stop, rappelling lines danging from it's sides.

Sigan and his men were safe for now, concealed inside the truck. The men rappelling down from the Aerofrigate seemed for the moment more interested in the building that was set for demolition, a quick call to the Foreman of the demo crew halted the process to allow the building to be swept.

Roughly a dozen or so blocks surrounding the immediate area, local police were being instructed to set up road blocks, with orders from their Aschen handlers to stop and search every vehicle trying to leave the contained area. This resulted in somewhat nasty congestion to form, as irritated Isirians were trying to go about their business.

Floor to floor, the squad began to move, sweeping and securing each dilapidated room of the building.

Sigun shook his head in silence, his divinations had perceived this, the aschen just played the world into his hands, Sigun while seated began his dark ritual speaking aloud to those around him who chanted with him, taking the man at his feet he slit the poor bastard’s throat.

The blood began to pour out from the bleeding Aschen citizen and form into a runic ritual circle on the bed of the truck...the taste of the untainted blood was all to alluring to the daemons he was summoning. The Heretics who heard the chanting would take their sacrificial daggers and slit their own throats as part of the sacrifice, such loyalty would be praised.

He drew power from the very souls and emotions of the angered Isirian people and the agitated Aschen defence forces, however those affected would feel themselves grow sluggish weaker, tired. And that was everyone within a three mile radius.

The skies darkened and gain the colour of crimson and and as if from another realm, a blade of fire stabbing out from the sky and drawing across it, the tear into the realm of chaos, blood rained from the sky and from this forming tear, the bloodthirsters came. Massive winged beasts, flying down and crushing cars under their hoofed feet and enormous size and weight, the more daemons that bled through the space between the warp and material plane thinned, not even the Planck packs the aschen put so much faith in would protect them from the tide of bloodshed coming.

Sigan rose from the truck, its metal casing peeling away as he continued his ritual, and around him gateways into the warp tore open and bloodletters, hundreds thousands of the Daemons began their wanton slaughter of man woman and children alike. Sigun and his cohorts, were dragged from realspace and into the warp through one of these doorways the ritual complete and the ever growing number of warp denizens only weakening the barriers between the material and the Warp.



The planet was put to the sword, and would drown in the blood of innocence claimed by khorne.

Ripped from realspace the group would clamber to their feet on the all to recognisable scene of the lost Hope spacehulk they call home. Sigun’s powerful mind numb from the ritual as he stumbled taking hold of the wall, he glanced across the crimson slaughter reavers and gave a slow applaud to himself laughing at how futile the Aschen fought against their own very nature...

Perhaps the Planck Packs were useless, perhaps they weren't. They hadn't been used in the scope of a Daemonic infestation as of yet so whether or not they would work was a mystery, that was until now.



The very first thing Admiral Leia Nash did was move from her ready room to the CIC of the Absolution, the 30km long Reverence II looming above Illumene.

Alarms blared, screaming throughout the ship with a crystalline echo as the ship's crew prepared for battle.

"Sitrep!" Admiral Nash called out, and the XO turned from his monitor to face her.

"The Planet's just been overtaken by some kind of anomaly, the Watchtower and the fleet is mobilizing, and ground forces are being overwhelmed. It's a slaughter down there!"

Gritting her teeth, Nash called out. "Assume attack position! Activate the Planck fields!"

The Absolution moved from it's position above the planet, over the massive tear and slowly eased down, armored panels retracted to reveal massive Turbodisruptor batteries, once recessed into the hull, they swiveled out and to the ready.

"Planck fields charged and ready!" An officer called out.

"Activate them!"

The second the order was given, the Reverence II Began broadcasting it's Planck field, which extended outwards at least an AU in every direction, for those on the ground there was a deafening thunderclap, the tear to the warp was forced shut, and the skies began to clear.

However this did nothing for the Daemons already on the planet, but it would stem the tide and prevent the ground forces from being overwhelmed.

Heavy point defense guns swiveled to life, using precision targeting algorithms, the Reverence II began to shoot down those in the air, brilliant lances of plasma energy arced through the air, and through the Blood-letters unlucky enough to be caught in it's grasp.

Those on the ground were not spared either, with local police, CPF, and Imperial Marines regrouping, they would eventually all be pushed back from where they came from, as Illumene erupted into an open warzone.

If only one could comprehend the power of the warp, logical sense, impossibilities that would never happen in the material reality are not factors of the warp and would happen regardless of if its impossible or not, and when the warp seeps into realspace, this same effect occurs.

That the tear created by the blade only grew larger in its defiance to close, the very warp itself screaming with the rage of countless daemons, the lesser tears upon the planet would be slammed shut for now, but the presences of millions of daemons in realspace made for the Planks patching job to be not much use, the flaming hellblades of the flickering daemons on the surface ripping through armoured and unarmoured foe alike, taking them out at range was key, but many attempted to phase, with the active plank field this would be their undoing, weak compared to the will of their lord Khorne they disappeared trapped back into the warp. And so they did it the old fashioned way charging, some if not many were cut down.

But the armoured juggernauts were the first in amongst the aschen troops the bloodletter herald atop the armoured beast’s back swinging with insane glee and the beast itself charging down and ripping into its foes, the greater daemons of khorne the blood thirsters, greatest of his champion strode through the streets reaping kills with the 8ft bladed axes of the kind they multistory giants leading the assault from the front. Small arms fire failing to pierce the armour of khorne bestowed onto each of the greater daemons.

With a blood curdling rage the blade that had opened the tear surged from the tear at the Absolution aiming to skewer the ship, the result of this attack would begin filling the Reverence II class ship corridors and compartments with balefire roasting all the aschen aboard the ship without mercy, not even attempting to remove the smaller ship from the blade, it began to pull back dragging the ship towards the raging warp tear. Only causing further daemons to appear aboard the ship and rip into everything with hellblade and rage.

Despite millions of Daemons infesting the planet, the Aschen on the ground remained defiant to the last man, from the towering Bloodthirsters of Khorne, which after peppering them with disruptor fire that was found to be useless, would be subject to heavier weapons for now.

Across a town square, roughly a hundred feet or so from a raging Khorne Bloodthirster, a small squad of Aschen were calibrating their laser rangefinder, surrounded entirely by Chaos and raging daemons, they kept to their objective, even as the voices slowly crept into their minds.

"I've got one, Two seven three carom one nine six, requesting aerial support."

"Acknowledged, Aurora Alphas inbound!"

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The Rampaging bloodthirster would be subject to the full might of this particular sortie, two Aurora Alpha tactical bombers launched from a nearby airfield, and at hypersonic speeds they passed over the greater Daemon of Khorne.

Each of the two Aurora Alphas dropped four 15,000 pound Joint-Direct Attack Munitions, which were a guided bomb directly upon the Daemon, with enough explosive force to level an entire city block it was hoped the Bloodthirster would be torn to shreds by the massive explosive force wrought by the munitions.

As quickly as the bombers came, they were gone.

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Aboard the Absolution, Admiral Nash was going over every possible scenario, alarms blared all around her, and CIC officers worked diligently, shouting orders, but that was quickly silenced as the entire vessel shuddered, with all it's might the blade that had tried to skewer the ship, found that the ship still stood in defiance, the tip of the blade trapped in a shimmering milky white barrier that extended all around the ship.

The initial impact rippled energy across the barrier outwards in all directions, but all forward momentum of the blade was stopped then and there, though the shields began to protest and ripple more under the pressure of the blade as it attempted to skewer the ship.

"Admiral! Ventral shields are collapsing! The Planck packs are overloading! That rift isn't closing!" A Bridge officer shouted.

"Ventral shield emitters are beginning to overheat! That thing is trying to drag us into the rift!"

Grasping the railing, Nash called out. "Get two Tricobalt warheads primed and fire them at that rift! Let's hope the spatial tearing will destabilize the rift! We are not losing this planet!"

While the blade failed to pierce the powerful defense shields of the Absolution, the Reverence II was still struggling to keep from being pulled into the warp, it's massive engines fired in protest, attempting to dislodge it from the Blade, but also divert power to it's ventral shields, which shimmered even brighter in defiance.

Two armored panels retracted on the dorsal side of the carrier, and a pair of Thunderbolt missiles rocketed fourth, surging towards the event horizon of the rift, and detonating into massive spatial tears of their own, these tears were tears to subspace, with the resulting eddies from subspace starting to destabilize the very fabric of reality

The warp tear included.

"Sir! Shields are not going to hold forever! I've also got a DRADIS Contact! It's a Thunderbolt missile! I'm detecting Thalaron signatures!"

A snap decision had to be made, and Admiral Nash prepared a daring escape. "Disengage the Planck packs, the moment the planck packs disengage, disengage the shields and jump!"

The Absolution's XO Shouted in protest. "Coordinates?"

Nash quickly shouted in response. "No time, just do it, Colonel!"

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In a Synchronized fashion, the Planck fields and the Absolution's shields disengaged, freeing the blade, but before it could make contact with the hull, the massive carrier winked away, the resultant void causing a massive rush of air and spatial energies to fill it.

Immediately after there was a brilliant flash of green in the skies above Illumene, and in an instant the entire Blackout Zone would be rendered devoid of life, as the Thalaron radiation spread quickly, destroying all organic matter, Human and Daemon alike, turning them into petrified statues where flesh once was.

The blade withdrew from realspace, a dark laughter filling the minds of all upon the planet, the subspace tears being eaten by the warp tear forcing it to grow, risking the creation of a permanent warp rift, however the tear would of its own volition close, or so many would think, feasted the daemons faded from reality, no evidence of their being there apart from destruction wrought by them and the aschen, and the added destruction caused by the thalaron device, only hit them with further blame.

Sigun watched through his powers of prescience watching the aschen ship abandon the planet to its fate, he left a message ingrained in all minds upon the planet and even those of the crew of the fleeing reverence II class ship “you squabble and fight fate, the fate that my lord Tzeentch has written, know this mortals of the aschen, this war is already won, you haven’t realised it yet, your own governments resort to self destruction, consigning billions to oblivion, at the mere presence of a single agent of mine, they do not hold any safety for you, bend your knee to chaos and know freedom, know the power to decide your own fate. The choice is yours…”

Sigun strode through the Lost hope spacehulk towards the Armageddon once aboard his ship he made his way to the bridge and looked across his crew “ALL WARRIORS OF THE ARMAGEDDON HEAR YOUR LORD, WE READY TO JOIN THE FLEET IN THE AURORA![/b]

Falling back to seat down in his throne, Sigun looked out into the warp beyond those windows and low under his breath he spoke “The seeds of chaos are sowed…” The 20km ship disengaged from the spacehulk and floated away from the moon sized amalgamation of ships rock and flesh, other smaller ships, those of heretics, renegades and traitors flooding to join the crimson slaughter the [i]Armageddon began its warp jump to meet with the fleet.

For ill or better.