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Inquisitor Stephanus looked down at the blue-green pearl below him, noting its beauty, its vastness, its
fragility. Soon, he thought sadly, the final detail would be proven, and that beauty would be lost forever.
Brutal shapes, iron and shark-like, could be seen emerging from warpspace, imperial cruisers closing on
the doomed planet. By his order this world would soon die. But he had no choice. Over the last few
months Taâ€™lyn Prime had been a battleground, the once-perfect civilisation marred by xenos presence and
devastated by the Burning Legion of Chaos. The forces of their daemon prince had overrun the planet.
Then the scum had pushed into the countryside, seeking the ancient artifact discovered in an old
mineshaft, and killing the forces of the Ordo Mallleus Inquisitor who had stood in their path. The Beast
itself drew the accursed blade from its stone prison, but little did it know that doing so awoke a power older
and darker than any could have imagined... one of the mighty Câ€™tan. The thing had burst from its tomb,
and soared into the ether, hidden from all. Necons had slowly and implacably started to cover the planet,
and the last of both Chaos and Loyalist forces had gathered in the ruins of Terus, the capital city itself.
Soon the planet would die, but the Blood Angels and the remnants of the defenders down there were
tasked with evacuating as many Imperial citizens as they could as they escaped in their shuttles. And
stopping whatever last, desperate action that the traitor marines came up with, Stephanus added privately.
A mysterious force of Eldar had been reported too, although Stephanus was not sure of their motives, or
even if the rumours were correct. Whatever their purpose, they would still burn when the end came.
He turned back to the dull metal and flashing controls of the bridge, spoke to the commander of his
transport, The Emperorâ€™s Blade.
â€˜How long until exterminatus is possible?â€™
[T minus 71 minutes] the mechanical vox of the tech-magos commander stated.
[Cyclonic torpedos require preparation and a favourable position must be computed.]
â€˜Proceed,â€™ Stephanus ordered.
He gazed once more at the pearl suspended so delicately in space, so beautiful, yet so fragile.
The thunder of shells and roaring of engines drowned out even the battlecries of those fighting, and
deafened the combatants. Doomhelm, Daemon Prince almighty, roared in rage and frustration, gazing
down upon the warp-gate that would not respond. The Gate lay in the ground, a large, round pit with the
bottom not filled with earth and soil, but with warp energy, and screaming souls. It was flanked by two
massive, scuttled cruisers, the temporary command bases that he had set up on planetfall to this world.
This portal was to be their bolthole, but he had not the souls to feed it. It was little more than an hour until
this planet would die, and he had no means to get off the blasted rock. The Burning Legion would burn
with this world if they could not make good their escape.
Then he gazed over the ruins of the city, saw the civilian populace fleeing and weeping in terror. He had
not the souls to feed the portal, but he could acquire some...
â€˜BURNING LEGION, TO ME!â€™ He roared, his voice heard above the carnage, and the four hundred or so
Chaos Space Marines, pitiful remnants of his once great legion, the legion that had numbered three
thousand before this war, rallied around him.
â€˜WE MUST CAPTURE THE CIVILIANS!â€™ He bellowed. â€˜WITH THEIR SOULS WE CAN FEED THIS
PORTAL, AND ESCAPE THIS DOOMED WORLD!â€™
His Marines heard and obeyed, spreading out to capture the citizens and escape before this planet died.
Force Commander Prometheus surveyed the battlefield, noting the carnage and horror that these foul
servants of Chaos had wreaked. Librarian Dracon stood at his side, his gaunt, strong features narrowed in
disgust at the heretical filth that stood before him. Then a shadow passed over the battleffield, and a
gargantuan daemon prince, a massive Beast Incarnate, leapt from a building into battle, its very presence
bolstering its troops morale and draining its enemyâ€™s courage with its very presence. It smahed its
warp-sword in huge, sweeping arcs, and with each blow Imperial Guard Conscripts were smashed high
into the air, their broken bodies falling like unholy rain upon their comrades.
â€˜We must kill it.â€™ He stated firmly, implacably, to Prometheus. â€˜It cannot be allowed to live.â€™
The battlefield was in chaos. Imperial, Eldar and Chaos forces clashed with each other brutally, units
wiping each other out in an orgy of destruction. The carnage was terrible to behold, but slowly and surely
the remnants of the Chaos forces were gaining the innocent souls that they so required. The warp portal
was starting to grow in power, pulsing slowly and ominously, yet it could not work. Something important
was missing. Doomhelm felt that he knew what it was. It needed a heroâ€™s soul to power it.
Casting his gaze across the ruins of the city he beheld two figures, clad in blood-red armour, wielding
blood-reddened axes. They stood side by side, defending the entrance to their shuttle as blood angels
herded citizens of this ruined city past them. True warriors.
Perfect... He thought, smashing himself aloft with powerful beats of his massive wingspan.
[T minus 34 minutes until planetary destruction] The vox blared.
Stephanus sat in deep contemplation of what was to come...
In a brief respite, Prometheus flicked his gaze to the carnage, watching a group of eldar banshees tear
through a squad of traitor marines. He smiled in pride and thanked the Emperor as he saw the eldar
witch-women mown down by a deadly crossfire from his red-armoured warriors, his smile halting as a
group of frenzied bikers ploughed into that squad, carving deep holes in his lines.
Then something else caught his attention, and he felt the psychic jolt as Dracon drew upon his force
Doomhelm bore down on them like the avenging angel that he was not, and smashed into Prometheusâ€™
bodyguard like the fallen angel that he was, slaughtering the marines with wide sweeps of his mighty
blade. The two heroes closed in, determined to banish the abomination.
[T minus 26 minutes to exterminatus]
Time slowed as Doomhelm turned to face the Heroes of the Imperium.
He was a traitor, a beast, evil, hated, granted both glory and damnation by the Flame.They were good,
pure, beloved, holy, living only in His service, as angels.
They circled slowly, men against monster, light against dark, angels against daemon.
â€˜YOU CANNOT WIN, SCUM!â€™ Doomhelm bellowed. â€˜My God has promised my my ultimate prize here.
The Flame has decreed that you will DIE!â€™
â€˜You underestimate us, traitor,â€™ Dracon replied. â€™The Emperor Protects.â€™
Doomhelm laughed brutally, â€˜And where is your â€œEmperorâ€? now, fools? why must you fight and die here
for a rotted corpse on a world that you have never even seen?â€™
â€˜Because I must,â€™ Prometheus answered simply.
Bellowing in amusement, Doomhelm charged.
[T minus 22 minutes to exterminatus]
Doomhelm smashed into the Librarian, seizing him in one iron fist and crushing his ribs. The space
marine thrust out in pain, his force weapon smashing harmlessly off Doomhelmâ€™s hell-forged armour, and
the Beast grinned in mocking triumph. Prometheus sprung forwards, his power sword piercing
Doomhelmâ€™s armour and cutting deep into his flank. The Daemon Prince roared in pain, lashing out with
his massive blade and hurling the Commander into the rubble.
The fires of his flesh burned brighter still as he bounded forwards, slicing downwards with all his
strength. Prometheus saw the blade coming for him and raised his power sword to parry, but it was to no
avail. The fiery blade smashed it out of his hands and crushed his chest, slicing straight through the Force
Commanderâ€™s lungs and pinioning him to the floor. Blood spurted freely from his wounds and even his
Larraman cells failed to stem the tide. Prometheus felt his life force ebb away, and he looked up through
dimming eyes to see the creature standing over him, grinning ferally.
Then the darkness claimed him.
[T minus 15 minutes to exterminatus]
Doomhelm looked now to the Librarian in his hand, slowly being crushed to death by his huge claws.
The agony in the manâ€™s face was incredible, and Doomhelm lent himself have a moment of satisfaction at
Then he thought he heard a faint whisper coming from the blackened lips.
â€˜Last words?â€™ He questioned cruelly, leaning closer.
â€˜Die, scum.â€™ The Librarian croaked, and with his final strength he brought his force weapon up and
plunged it into the black heart of the Daemon Prince, invoking all his mental power in the ultimate
sacrifice; the sacrifice of his own life.
Doomhelm staggered backwards, reeling from the blow. The agony was incredible. He felt his life force
diminish, his soul cleansed by holy fire.
â€˜NOOOOOOOOOOO!â€™ He roared. Fire and light consumed his being and he was staggered backwards
with the pain, dropping the dying librarian.
Dracon watched as the massive creature reared up and roared deafeningly, its huge, unnatural form
beginning to flicker and flow as it started to lose its hold on the material plane. The dying titan was
silhouetted against the sky, the furnace-glow of its features beginning to diminish, the flames of its skin
burning less and less violently. In a matter of moments the Beast would die.
Doomhelm felt his almighty strength fading, his grip on the mortal plane diminishing. Why had he failed
now, at the moment of his triumph? WHY?
Then he felt a pull upon his soul, felt a tug upon his very presence. The portal was claiming the heroâ€™s
â€˜And the soul of heroes will seal a portal,
A portal that will house the greatest of warriors,
A portal that will stand for all eternity.
And in the fires of that portal shall the warrior recieve his reward.â€™
And in an instant all was revealed.
[T minus 10 minutes to exterminatus]
Doomhelm realised how he had been decieved, how he had been sacrificed by his God as an almighty
piece in a playing-board of worlds. He realised how the Flame did not exist, how it never had existed.
He saw how he had been betrayed, how he had been steered into this course, how there would be no
escape. How in the myriad patterns of the future this fate had come about. How his path had been sealed
by some grand mutator. He realised that he was just a pawn in some Godâ€™s insidious game.
Only one God played such complex games.
[T minus 9 minutes to exterminatus]
Doomhelm howled one final, chilling, bestial howl. A howl of frustration, of rage, of pain, of despair. A
howl of one who has realised the futility of his very existence. A howl straight from his very soul.
Then his soul was dragged from his body by some unnatural force, and plunged into the fires of the
portal, the seed of a new world.
Dracon watched as Doomhelmâ€™s mighty form collapsed, the unholy flames bursting into a fire of
unnatural and spectacular intensity, and the body of the beast burned. Then the dying librarian felt a tug
upon his very being, and his soul joined that of Doomhelm and Prometheus in the hellish flames of the
[T minus 7 minutes to exterminatus]
â€˜Soonâ€™ Stephanus murmered, as the shipâ€™s cyclonic torpedos were loaded into the torpedo tubes.
Lieutenant Darkborne, Doomhelmâ€™s second in command, parried a double-handed blow from the death
company marineâ€™s power sword, and rammed the shaft of his axe into his opponents stomach, spinning
his weapon expertly and decapitating the marine with the follow-up blow, the energies bound within the
blade crackling as jade lines rippled across its jet black surface. He fought at the very edge of the Chaos
portal, holding up the Chaplain and his battle-brothers as his troops hurled the civilians into the Gate.
Then he gasped as a blood-chilling howl resounded across the battlefield, looking in astonishment for
the source. The he found it. His lord, sDoomhelm, almighty Avatar of Chaos, collapsed to the ground on
the ridge above his position, the flames of his massive body burning brighter than ever as they consumed
him. The bodies of many marines lay scattered around him, their commanders dead by his side, their
army devastated by his charge, yet he had died. Their leader was slain! The prophecy was false! Now they
had no hope!
Yet even as he considered these dismal thoughts, a sound from behind him gave him new hope. A
strange warp-scream split the battlefield, the sound of reality being torn apart, the sound of a portal of
â€˜Fall back, Burning Legion! Retreat! Into the Portal!â€™ He bellowed, before a bolt pistol shot rang out, and
he was slammed backwards by the impact. For a moment he hung there, suspended in mid air, and time
seemed to slow as he snapped off a shot at the marine who had fired upon him, noting with satisfaction
the way the bullet penetrated his chest cavity. Then he plunged over the edge, falling deep into the depths
of the Chaos Gate, unsure of what he might find within.
[T minus 1 minute to exterminatus]
â€˜Fall back! Fall back!â€™ Stephanus yelled into the comm-link â€™Into your shuttles before you die with this
The sound of the torpedo launchers powering up was like thunder in the crewâ€™s ears.
The marines of the Burning Legion sprinted across the battlefield, superhuman muscles powering them
as they rushed towards the Gate. Squads plunged into the portal, throwing themselves into the hellpit, and
a rising whine filled the air as the dark materials of the warp converged on this gateway. With a flash of
light, the portal burst open and released a whirling maelstrom of warp energy, its sheer power dragging
everything nearby, even the twin cruisers, into its hellish grasp. Then the portal eclipsed in a massive
discharge of energy, and suddenly there was nothing.
Bright lights streaked the crimson heavens, smashing down into the planet and burrowing deep into its
core. This world had only moments to live.
The Imperial and eldar shuttles burst upwards into the dying skies, fleeing into space, The fight here was
done. All that mattered now was survival.
As the planet started to tear itself apart, tectonic reactions bursting upon its surface and continents
shifting and collapsing, Inquisitor Stephanus gazed down upon it, noting the way that the torpedos had
ignited the atmosphere. The entire planet burned, the blaze so bright and so violent that Stephanus was
forced to avert his eyes. No trace of the beautiful blue-green pearl remained. The planet had turned into a
World of Flame.
It occured to Stephanus that this planet was like the human life, beautiful yet so fragile. In the end all
lives suffered the same fate, all beautiful pearls extinguished. Anger filled his being that this should be the
case, anger at the forces of Chaos, at the Xenos scum, at the Emperor Himself that He should allow such
a thing to occur. Then the anger subsided, and was replaced by soul-deep weariness.
â€˜Well done, admiral. Give the order to move out.â€™
[Understood, Lord Inquisitor.]
Stephanus gazed down once more upon the dying planet, watching as it became a fiery inferno. The
planet was tearing itself apart, tectonic reactions ripping through the surface like cuts from a crude and
massive blade, magma pouring from the cracks like blood seeping from a wound.
Then the warp-engines engaged, and the doomed world faded to a pinprick, and then to nothing, as
their craft plunged forwards into the soul-seas of the immaterium.
+++ <END> +++
That was amazing! It was brilliantly written. Was it a battle that you actually played?
<a href='http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?blacktemplarguyiscool' target='_blank'>http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?blacktemplarguyiscool</a> its amazing specially if you play space marines!
thanku! it was a real battle with 6 players in it and about 3500pts per side - you can c y i didn't write up a real batrep!
Wow. I'm not too much into reading fluffy battle reports but that was amazing.
anyone else? :unsure: Please?