Welcome to Librarium Online!
Join our community of 80,000+ members and take part in the number one resource for Warhammer and Warhammer 40K discussion!
Registering gives you full access to take part in discussions, upload pictures, contact other members and search everything!
â€śCaptain, incoming courier message sir, omega four priority.â€? Captain Valen Myr turned in his chair, taking the data tablet from an orderly and perusing the contents. â€śDamnâ€? he muttered under his breath and handed the tablet back to the orderly. â€śEnsign Foebusâ€? He addressed his communications officer, â€śHave brothers Bellamy, Thom, DeMegar, Dein and Lord Denvir meet me in the briefing room.â€? The younger officer nodded his acknowledgement and hurriedly pushed buttons on his console. Captain Myr took a brief look around the bridge and exited into the main corridor. He walked purposefully, glancing here and there for signs of idle brothers, lack of maintenance and general condition of his command. Though his command was a unique one he ran a ship that the word tight would be an insult to. The battle cruiser â€śMitternachtâ€? was the most well maintained, inoperative battleship in the known galaxy or so her captain would have it. Though she had no engines, and hadnâ€™t moved other then a bit of spatial drift now and then in millennia, her mission was no less important than the battle-scarred hulks of her more illustrious adaptes cousins.
Everything about the Mitternacht appeared new, from the mirror waxed deck-plates to the ebony black of her hull, so dark it was merely a void in the billions of stars that stretched on beyond infinity. If you were actually close enough to make out her hull, you would notice vast landing bays in the cavernous openings where her engines once lay. Batteries upon Batteries of defensive weaponry gleamed darkly from her hull, as Imperial Valkyries flew in formation around her flanks, running lights off, like phantoms reaching for the souls of unwary passerby. She was no longer a mobile terror as her sister ships were once designed, she was a battle fortress cloaked in darkness but no less deadly. The Mitternacht. Home of the 7th Dark Angels Company, and Strike Force Vindico Militaris.
Captain Myr reached the briefing room, and entered glancing around at the familiar faces already seated and awaiting his arrival. First Sergeant James Bellamy, face almost indistinguishable from the horrible puckering scar of an old plasma burn nodded at his commander and gestured towards the only empty seat in the small briefing room. â€śLord Denvir extends his apologies sirâ€? he rasped in the telltale manner of a marine whose voice has been restored via the â€śgentleâ€? ministrations of the empireâ€™s techmarines. â€śHe was discomfited by the maintenance records on his landspeeder and decided that took priority over your briefingâ€? Captain Myr grimaced, face relaying the disgust he felt at having a superior officer decide his particular command made an excellent office, but habitually reminding Captain Myr of his own self importance by deciding what matters were and were not of interest to him. â€śVery well First Sergeantâ€? Captain Myr said, â€śSeal the room.â€? First Sergeant Bellamy touched a control on the large central table and the hatch sealed itself shut, while the machine spirit of the Mitternacht herself checked the room for any leaks, holes or listening devices. â€śThe old girl says all secure sirâ€? he finally grated after a few moments.
â€śVery well gentlemen, let us begin. Let us start with your reportsâ€? He gestured for the First Sergeant to begin. First Sergeant Bellamy touched a control on the table and a holographic chart sprung up from the center virtually blanketing the room in charts and graphs. â€śEssentially sir, all this bull**** says is that though 7th company is 2 tactical squads under strength, our boys are primed and ready to vaporize whatever you throw them at.â€? Captain Myr nodded, and glanced though a few of the charts briefly before dismissing them with his own control console. â€śWhat of the Scouts from 10th company?â€? Captain Myr asked, a bit of disdain in his voice â€śThey send us the most useless pukes they had on the rock yet again?â€? Bellamy twisted his face into what Valen assumed was his approximation of a smile, and made a sound like rusty bolts being shaken in a fuel drum, his technical equivalent of laughter. â€śBrother Sergeant Larson has em pretty much whipped into shape, they have been doing stealth training for the last 6 weeks and some of em can actually shoot something other than their comrades now.â€? Valen nodded his approval, and turned to the chair right of his First Sergeant. â€śAdept Thom, do you concur in the First Sergeants report?â€? Codicier-Adept Varjis Thom glanced up, and for the first time in the meeting quit scribbling on his parchment, his piercing gaze fixating on his commander. â€śYour first sergeant is quite correct sir,â€? he began slowly, each syllable sounded out concisely and eloquently phrased into what sounded more like poetry then common conversation. â€śThe readiness reports are quite accurate, and my own staff has both checked and confirmed them for perusal.â€? The scribe slowly cleaned off his archaic quill and set it on a filigreed stand next to sheaves of parchment, and stood touching a control on his own console with one delicate ink-smudged finger. The Holo-display flickered to life again showing screen upon screen of precisely formatted text. â€śI also have compiled the Vindico Militaris History Volume MXXVII for the secret archives, as well as the clandestine copy for transmittal to the rock.â€? Valen nodded at the apparently frail old man, slowly scrolling through a few paragraphs.
If you first glanced at Varjis Thom, your first thought would be to help him across a transport surface, the thought of fearing him the farthest thing from your mind much less the thought of him actually being a Space Marine librarian. Valen knew differently, his powerful psychic powers and fearsome battle prowess witnessed on numerous worlds against numerous foes. Outside his power armor he was a passionate scholar and probed ancient mysteries with his morning nutrients. He was also the company historian, and his diligent and objective record keeping made his archives one of the most valuable tactical libraries available anywhere. The Secret archives of 7th Company were only available to the company commander, and the librarians who wrote in it. They offered in addition to the tactical and personnel history of the company, communiquĂ© history with the rock, conjecture, theory, side notes and a chronicled history of the hunt for their fallen brothers.
â€śExcellent as always Varjisâ€? Valen said, turning to the next two members of their conclave, â€śMy dear brothers, what have you to report?â€? The only two marine chaplain siblings he had ever heard of glanced over as one, they had an uncanny synergy between them, and paired in combat they were a force that a demon prince would consider fleeing. Although they both had differing combat styles, there was a strange mirrored effect from the brothers though they be battlefields, even worlds apart. Veldrane DeMegar being the younger generally preferred to lead his elite assault unit deep into enemy territory on the wings of jump pack technology, striking at the heart of an enemy unit, while his elder brother Kerijolm generally halted any enemy advance with an elite detachment of deathwing terminators. â€śSir,â€? Kerijolm began, â€śthe deathwing assigned us are as always, ready to be the hammer of your fury and crush whatever obstacles are in the path of our forces. We are at full strength and the men are beyond ready.â€? Kerijolm gestured for his brother to speak with a nod. â€śValenâ€? the younger brother began, drawing a reproachful glare from his elder brother for his familiarity â€śMy Assault units are also ready to serve, though the last assault on Minas 4 has left me a squad short, we still have 3 operational squads which should be sufficient for all but the largest campaign.â€? Valen nodded his approval; things were as he expected, slightly strained, but still formidable.
â€śMarjisâ€? Valen addressed his Master librarian, â€śwhat have you to report?â€? Marjis Dien, one of the most talented librarians that Valen had ever seen rose to his feet in utter silence, his eyes fixating upon Captain Myr as though he was privy to the hour of his death. â€śMy lordâ€? the voice that came from his terminator armor was unusually soft, as though he carried the full weight of the universeâ€™s secrets on top of the ponderous armor. â€ś We have seen signs of great stirrings in the universe, events coming to a head, prophecies fulfilled, and the crushing grip of some unseen menace slowly slipping around outside our vision. We await your orders.â€? Captain Myr sat thoughtfully for a moment, pondering his reports and phrasing his thoughts in his head before he spoke. His bright blue eyes closed for a moment and he shifted in his chair, thinking of the classified documents that beget this meeting.
EYES ONLY: MYR, VALEN -CAPTAIN 7th COMPANY COMMANDING
REPORTS OF FALLEN 100 IN VICINITY OF SECTOR 4 VERIDIAN SYSTEM
PROCEED WITH RECONNAISSANCE OF SECTOR PAYING PARTICULAR ATTENTION TO PLANET VERIDIAN 7
REPORTS FROM EARLY RECON SUGGEST MULTIPLE XENOS PRESENCE IN SECTOR
A INTERCEPTED REPORT FROM MARS INDICATES THE SUSPICION OF AS OF YET UNDISCOVERED STC MATERIALS IN SECTOR
ADAPTUS MECHANICUS RECON TEAM EXPECTED IN AREA AVOID IF AT ALL POSSIBLE.
RECOVER ANY STC MATERIALS FOR TRANSPORT TO THE ROCK AND ELIMINATE ANY XENOS THREAT
FOLLOW UP ANY RUMORS OF FALLEN 100 AND REPORT BACK TO THE ROCK IF CONTACT IS POSITIVE
IF FALLEN 100 PRESENCE CONFIRMED DO NOT REPEAT DO NOT ENGAGE CALL FOR REINFORCEMENT TROOPS FROM THE ROCK
ACKNOWLEDGE UPON RECEIPT
CHAPTER MASTER â€“ DARK ANGELS
Captain Myr opened his eyes, and started to begin relaying the contents of his dispatch to his staff, when he noticed a flashing red light on his console. â€śFirst Sergeantâ€? Valen said â€śSomeone is tampering with the seals on the bulkhead door.â€? James Bellamy produced his bolt pistol, and tapped the small control panel on the inside of the door. Instantly he lunged through the door grabbing a shadowy figure lurking outside and slamming them violently to the deck inside the room. The figure made a muffled sound as his head reverberated against the brightly polished floor and started to make a sound before becoming VERY quiet as First Sergeant Bellamyâ€™s bolt pistol pressed against the back of his head. â€śLet him up Jamieâ€? Valen said stifling a smirk, â€śit seems Lord Denvir decided to attend the briefing.â€? Lord Malice Denvir, looking somewhat shaken managed to pull himself up haughtily, brushing imaginary dirt off his robes before whirling on Captain Myr with fury in his eyes. â€śYour Lackey will be reprimanded I assume, demoted something like that of course?â€? He scowled at Valen â€śSurely you donâ€™t encourage the assault of superior officers in your ragtag group of vagabonds, if I am not mistaken the Codex Astartes does not permit this sort of thingâ€¦. even one of your breeding should know thatâ€? Valen gestured at his First Sergeant, â€śLord Denvir, We are always exceedingly suspicious of spies and traitors, and the first sergeant was merely attempting to properly secure the airlock when we found someone lurking outside. If you had used your authentication code before opening the door, no doubt there would have not been a misunderstanding. I suggest commending First Sergeant Bellamy on his bravery and dedication to duty, rather than reprimanding him for attempting to keep a secure area, secureâ€¦.â€? Lord Denvir seethed in visible fury for a moment, and suddenly all vestiges of control were lostâ€¦ â€śCaptain Myr, My authentication codes have been useless from the moment I have arrived on board this derelict space hulk!â€? Around the room eyes narrowed at the insult, but Lord Denvir seemed not to notice or care. â€śI have seen your logistic staff work and the lack of discipline and lack of breeding is evident among your entire crew, do not think for one moment all of this will not be included in my next report to the rock captain, and if you value your command you might be better served by enforcing a bit more discipline among your men.â€?
â€śLord Denvir,â€? Valen spoke softly, face not betraying for a moment the murderous rage carefully controlled at the slander of his command and his ship â€śRemember that in fact it was you who, selected to base your 2nd Company here, both for its location and the ability to service your entire companyâ€™s worth of landspeeders and bikes. If you are dissatisfied with its amenities, you may request also in your next report to be re-based, perhaps the rock is a better location for one of your stature, and clear superiority to common vagabonds such as ourselves.â€? Lord Malice looked about haughtily for a moment, glaring around the room. â€śPerhaps I might have been too hasty in my speech, we all are but small under the gaze of our lord emperorâ€™s sight. He sees all and forgives much, I shall save my wrath for the better deservingâ€? Lord Denvir flounced over to the empty chair and seated himself upon it, acting as though naught were amiss, despite the angry tension surrounding him. â€śShall we continue then Captain?â€? He asked, steepling his fingers under his chin. â€śOf course, Lord Denvir, might we also trouble you for a readiness report?â€? Valen said dryly.
Lord Denvir stood, gesturing broadly with his hands, â€śThe ravenwing are, despite your substandard maintenance facilities and poorly trained personnel, are at full battle strength, ready to speed down the emperorâ€™s enemies and crush them with tire and bolter. Furthermoreâ€¦â€? Valen made an abrupt gesture with his hand, â€śthat will do Lord Denvir, for we have a mission of the utmost importance, that we require your unique services to help accomplishâ€? Valen relayed the contents of the dispatch to the staff, and opened the floor for any questions. â€śSurely my ravenwing are better suited for this mission then your slow, ground-borne troopsâ€? Lord Denvir said gesturing at First Sergeant Bellamyâ€™s power armor. Captain Myr silenced his first sergeants unspoken protest with a glance and replied, â€ś Of course Lord Denvir, Your ravenwing are Ideal for this mission, please have a mission loadout and manifest ready by 0600 tomorrow.. That will be allâ€? Lord Denvir stood, â€śWell Captain, I admit I must have misjudged you, you are clearly perceptive to realize your troops are too slow and ineffective for this mission, and are very wise to pass this mission to a better suited company.. â€ś He stepped to the door, â€śIf you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a mission to planâ€? and promptly walked into the door. â€śHis Lordship needs to unlock the door sirâ€? Veldrane quipped trying not to laugh. Lord Denvir glared, then began struggling with the door lock. â€śAllow me Sirâ€? said Marjis, and the door opened with an inaudible click. After the angry lord left, the door barely closed before First Sergeant Bellamy burst out with â€śCaptain are you serious?!â€? he pounded the glassteel of the table with his gauntleted fist, â€śYou are just giving away our mission to thatâ€¦ thatâ€¦ foppish motherfuâ€¦â€? Valen cut off his first sergeant with a glance and slowly stoodâ€¦
â€śOf course not Jamie,â€? Valen smiled â€śBut we need his fast attack units. We donâ€™t have time to waste in a pissing contest if Cypher is indeed afoot.â€? Valen addressed the whole room for a moment.. â€śGentlemen, after 2nd company is safely away, muster your units and prepare for battle, we leave for the Veridian system in 72 hours.â€?
And so it beginsâ€¦.
companies 2-5 are battle active while the rest is in reserve but that doesnÂ´t mean they wonÂ´t fight. Sometimes all the active companies are already deployed and because of the fact there may be a fallen down there on the planet itÂ´s very likely that DA will send another company instead.Originally Posted by Xerxes
DonÂ´t mess with the dicegod