The small one in the bottom left is about the size of a modern aircraft Carrier

The Blackstone

Chaos Battleship

Black Templar Battleship

Orbital Battlefield

He watched through the view screen as a large hole in space opened, arcs of psker energies and power fluxed out like lightning. For the second time in less then an hour space shone with light as the new arrivals speed out of the warp and entered real space. However Sindri noticed with confusion, the light coming out of the warp was not its normal color. It was however not the eerie green that preceded the Necron intruders. This time the light was pure somehow, it was bright like the light of a white dwarf star, and it felt like it was piercing his soul just looking at it. He turned his eyes away from the painful light. While his eyes were turned, two ships were spat from the warp and less then a moment later the warp rift closed. With the light no longer shining, Sindri turned back to the view screen and blinked as he waited for his eyes to re-adjust themselves. Before he could even see the screen, he heard the klaxons going off again. “Hostiles my lord, Imperial Gothic class Battleships, ID confirmed, its The Helbrecht and The Grimaldious”�! announced the servitor in the same monotonous voice in which it said everything else. Sindri’s eyes went wide with shock and horror “What the Black Templar?!? What the hell is going on? Why are the Space Marines here!?!?!?”� he cried in rage, as the two Imperial ships speed up to attack speed launching their fighter screens. Marshal Victor Gazed over the tactical holo-sphere. From the one of the consoles aboard the bridge of The Helbrecht a tactical servitor was voicing the information displayed on its terminal, “Lord Marshal, all fighters have been launched, orders sir?”�. A grin crossed over Victors face, he did not know exactly why, but for some reason he got such great pleasure out of mercilessly killing the archenemies forces. Whatever it was about his personality that caused such joy from such a task, he was feeling it again, and was sure that so were his men. “Fire at will, kill the Stone first, all lances concentrate on the center, torpedo tubes on decks 1-50 launch!”�. Only moments after issuing the order he could feel the main lances firing and knew without even looking out of the view screen that all the secondary lances were firing as well. He saw the bright blue beams of energy as they raced forwards and struck home right in the center of the fortress. He could see the bright flames of the torpedoes and their lingering smoke trail as they to raced after the enemy ship, and the much smaller streaks from the multitude of hellfire rockets racing after their larger cousins. As the torpedoes smacked home, Victor saw with great pleasure that one of the arms jutting from the main body of the fortress had been blown off and had begun to slowly drift away form where it was once attached, sputtering flame and debris from the severed end, and unbeknownst to Victor, bodies, thousands of them those with vacuum suites on floated of into space to die from asphyxiation. Those without floated off and died much sooner, some who had a suite but no helmet froze to death while their eyes bleed, and lungs collapsed, those in just normal dress were torn apart as the pressure inside their bodies exploded out of their skin and organs into the vacuum of space. Those who were not sucked out were able to give thanks to the dark gods they worshiped, before only moments later a hail of hellfire rockets impacted the fragmented piece of the once great fortress and caused the entire broken off section to explode. Victor realized that his grin was getting bigger, however despite the pleasure it brought him he knew he had to end it. Turning to his second he gave the order “launch “The Needle”�, lethal dose ordinance”�. “Lethal dose aye sir”� responded his second, he turned to the vox horn and flipped the speaker switch, “missile battery, fire lethal dose caliber needle”�. Without even a word, the missile room complied, on the top of the ship; a silo hatch slid back, out of it a missile nearly 30 meters long shot out of its tube and began on a course towards the battered enemy. Less then 30 seconds later the “needle”� stuck home, right in the middle of the fortress, its nose cone was made of solid adamantine steel, and makes up the first 12 meters of the rocket. As the tip began to deform, the momentum carried it into the enemy vessel, the nose cone doing its job splendidly, allowing the entire missile to penetrate the hull, once inside, it exploded, with the power of 50, 300 megaton nuclear warheads, the once unstoppable fortress was vaporized, leaving only debris and small chunks floating in space. The way now cleared, the two ships made top speed and proceeded to the planet.

All around the planet alarms were going off warning of the coming attack. However, one city on the planet, Hive Kortchack (pronunciation: court- check) more then any other, was already well aware of what was going on. Sirens blared as the enemy began to make land fall. Blockades were decimated as the falling ships launched volleys of fire at the targets on the ground before they fell below the line of skyscrapers. From the ground, the sky looked black, the lights of the space battle above backlighting the fast approaching vessels. All over the Hive, the sky was also being filled with tracer fire, if it were not so terrible, it would seem like fireworks, the streams of light from the ground, the fireballs that resulted when they struck a troopship. With all the alarms and the commotion, no one noticed the spry, shadowy figure leaping across the rooftops and dashing down the alleys as she did her reconnaissance with dexterity that should not be possible for. In a matter of minutes she knew all she needed to know. On her way back however, she was spotted by a single guard, running to man his post. Before he could even get one shot off, she had put a round clean through his right eye, and re-holstered he weapon before he even hit the ground. With an almost animal grace, she dove into a small crack in a ceiling that most would have had trouble with just going slow, and landed on her feet at the top of a large case of stairs, bounding down 4, and 5 steps at a time, without making a sound, the assassin reached the base of the steps. Here, she stood up right and walked towards a large sliding metal door, all the while removing her weapon from its harness deep in the recesses of her cloak. She taped gently on the door and less then a moment later a deep raspy voice spoke out from behind the door. “Whose there?”� the voice croaked out, it was a voice that would inspire terror to any who heard it on a dark night had they not known the person whom that voice belonged to. The assassin responded in a voice that was absolutely beautiful in its own right, it inspired both love, and horror towards the owner of that voice, “The moderator”�. She could hear one of the locks on the other side of the door being removed, she then opened her mouth again and asked, “Who wants to know?”�. In response the raspy voice responded “The Instigator”�. Moments after, she heard the second lock fall away and the door open. She entered and shut the door behind her. She was now engulfed in total darkens, as she holstered her weapon, the dim lights from under the door glinting off the metal. “Its time, lets go hunt!”� she said, as she holstered he gunblades and loaded her belts with more ammunition. From the corner of the room, Salem could see a large toothy grin forming from under the hooded cloak as the figure finished holstering its dual bolt pistols in its robes, and reached out a boney, scabby hand to pick up a large wicked looking scythe that was leaning against the wall next to him. With the other hand he ran his long almost rotting finger along the blade of his scythe, the toothy grin still prominently displayed on his face. Jarody turned to Salem as he licked the blood off his thumb, very slowly. “Let’s hunt”� he said, and without any further words they were off, shadows moving through the shadows towards the sound of heavier
gunfire.

The dropship shuddered violently, and Apocolyptica knew that it meant that is was just about to touch down. Up until that point, he had been the only one active in the large completely dark cargo area of the ship, but it did not matter how dark or light it was, his eyes automatically adjusted to the light to allow him to see perfectly no matter what the lighting conditions. As he sat with only his thoughts one thing was on his mind, why could they not have teleported to the surface? The technology was perfect, it did not even need a beacon in order to arrive right on target, he himself could do it alone, without needing an orbiting ship to do it for him. So why then did they need to use these ships, which had not been used since!he couldn’t remember. He could not remember a time when he had been riding these things. Then he saw it again, that vision of the field, only this time it was different. He was standing and staring up at the sky. All around him there were structures burning, crops and people alike all being consumed. He was surrounded by flames, the entire field was burning. And up in the sky, were these large black ships moving away from him. Through the flames he saw a figure walking towards him, a tall humanoid figure walking through the flames unfazed by the inferno. And then as it began to enter the small clearing in which he was standing, he snapped to. The ship had bucked and the other Necrons stood waiting for his lead. He got up and walked to the door, silently the door opened slightly and then dropped open quickly. Apocolyptica flinched back as a solid slug round hit him amid rift. He reached his hand to his midriff and pealed a flattened out bullet of his armor, and chucked it aside. He thumbed the control switch of his staff of light. The blade began to pulse with energy and glow a brilliant green. His power claw also began to charge. The air around it began to become hazy as the power field around it began to ionize the air. He aimed is staff at the man who had shot him. He was standing in the middle of a courtyard his gun limp in his hands. Behind the grotesque mask covering his face was an expression of horror at what he was witnessing. The rest of his platoon was scattered behind a makeshift barricade further back behind their comrade. The staff shot hit the man in the chest, burning through his armor with ease as, when it impacted his flesh, his entire body began to burn with a green flame similar to newspaper ink being burned. His flesh was burned away in a matter of moments, but the scream he let out before he died was blood curling. The shriek continued right up to the point that the man’s lungs were burned away and his throat burst, as the heat of the flame caused to the water in the cells to instantly evaporate and burst from inside the very cells they had up to that point kept alive. As his corpse fell to the ground, the rest of his comrades turned from there cover and began to run. The rest of the Necron warriors delving out to each of them the same fate that had befallen their comrade. They continued to fire unmercifully into them on full auto, the gauss rifles distributing indiscriminant death to all those who had been in their way. As Apocolyptica walked down the ramp, 4 Necron wraiths released themselves from the sides of the ship and glided off to join Apocolyptica and the other warriors, already on their way towards the center of the city. On the other side of the hive, a 10 man squad of men stood guard at a checkpoint. As they held position, the watch guard announced that there was someone coming up the road. The sergeant stood up from where he had been sitting on a pile of collapsed rubble, and walked towards the barricade. There he could see it to. A single figure walking towards them, “take aim”� he bellowed and his men obliged. “Identify yourself, or we will open fire”� he yelled towards the figure. The figure just kept coming. The sergeant picked up a sniper rifle and began to take aim. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”� said a voice from the shadows of where he had been sitting moments before. He assumed it was just one of his men. Without turning he responded, “what are you talking about?!?”� he grumbled. “I mean that’s not a good idea”� said the voice. The sergeant disregarded what he was saying. He continued to take aim. He could see the figure clearly now, it was a female, his first thought was that she was beautiful. His second thought was that those blades she had in her hands looked wicked. He yelled out one more warning, and when she continued to approach, he fired a shot next to her. She stopped dead, the bullet having just flown within inches of her head. “Oh shit dude, I would definitely not have done that, you are screwed”�, and the voice began to laugh. He lowered the weapon to turn and look at the source, about to yell at the man. But instead of seeing a man, he saw an unholy figure sitting where he had been before not more then 5 minutes ago, cleaning what appeared to be a scythe covered in blood. He looked around and saw that his entire squad had been killed. As he turned back towards the woman, he felt a twinge on his neck, as Salem’s blade sliced cleanly through his neck. His eyes went wide as his head fell off his body at the top of the neck. As he fell Jarody stood up and walked over to the bodies as Salem cleaned off her blade. She stared at him as she began to strip off the clothes of the men and began placing them in very wrong positions. “What are you doing”� she asked. “What its funny and you know it!”� he exclaimed as he finished putting the sergeant in a particularly bad position making full use of the severed neck. “Ok now we can go”� he said after taking several pictures. Salem rolled her eyes as the two of them walked off down the road as Jarody continued to laugh hysterically.

blackstone fortress model

Tombship

model of chaos battleship (its the big one in the middle, the others are crusiers)
a battleship is the same length as 75 modern aircraft carriers, and at its widest 3 time the length of a carrier

He touched a rune on the computer terminal, the ship to ship Vox crackled to life; he could hear the same sound faintly in the corridors outside his room and knew that now all of the fleet was listening. “Attention my battle Brethren, this is Marshal Victor Crustove, from this point on, until further notice, Brother Chaplin Nerio is in charge of the crusade fleet. I along with the crew of The Helbrecht, and The Grimaldious will proceed to pursue those who did this to a world of the Emperor”� he paused for a moment, all throughout the ship, every Marine had stopped what they were doing to listen to their Marshal, the only sound the only being still moving about were the servitors. “Fight well in my absence”� the Vox clicked off. An hour and a half later, the fleet moved into the warp to finish the trip to planet Armagedon to meet up with High Marshal Helbrecht and once again defend the planet against the Ork menace. Shortly after, the two remaining ships moved into the warp however towards a different destination. For the first time in ages, the guns of countless worlds, the cries of numerous daemons and other occupants of the Eye of Terror, hidden away in the warp, all converged on one target. The intruders pushed unfazed through the miasma of death and evil on towards its goal. 2 hours after starting on its path the great tomb ship arrived at its destination. Vizzadrix, a planet of epic proportions. The planet itself being 7 times the size of the star around which Earth orbits, is not light by one star, it is light by 5 stars from nearby systems, the effect of which causes the planet to be in a permanent, haze, the sky orange and everything covered in a reddish light. The shear size of it so immense that it even has 8 moons orbiting it, all of which are about the size of the earth, three of which are populated, they are in essence orbiting fortresses. As the tomb ship approached the planet, nearly 4 dozen Chaos Battleships, and 2 dozen Cruisers sped to meet the threat. The biggest space battle ever since those of the Gothic Wars had just begun. Fighter on both sides scrambled and engaged in vicious dogfights. Out from the bowls of the tomb ship, large ships the size of imperial cruisers rocketed out of from beneath it to engage the incoming vessels. The enemy now thoroughly distracted, the tomb ship began again on its approach to the planet. It was however, intercepted, by a behemoth of a ship that rivaled its own size. It was a Black Stone Fortress, one of but a handful in the entire galaxy, left over from the dark age of technology; it was a monster which powers had not been rivaled in battle since the Gothic War in which it was won. The tension grew as the two monoliths drifted through space, as if to size one another up, and analyze the competition. Aboard the Black Stone, Admiral Sindri sat in his throne, though he was a follower of chaos, he was not stupid. He sat and waited, anxious to get to fight the ancient war machine that he was now staring down, but knew that to win; he would need to be patient. As the two titans floated motionless, the tension grew, all guns aimed at one another, ready to strike. Without warning, and without orders, one of the batteries on the Black Stone fired, a demolisher cannon light gun, all batteries on the Chaos Ship followed opened up in support of their fellow. Aboard the Chaos ships helm, Sindri was furious, but realized that this was not the time to give into anger. Only moments after the first shot was let off, he began to give orders to the control servitors. “hard to port, down trim 40 degrees, bring all lances to full power and fire on the bottom of the ship”�, a grin grew over his face as he saw in the main screen that the enemy made no attempts to evade, its own guns firing unmercifully at his own ship. Much of the incoming fire he noticed with relief was merely scorching the paint; indeed, the most damage they had taken so far was a few penetrations in the docking bays, as well as some fires on the lower decks caused by glancing hits. The other ship, while not to badly damaged, had many times more penetrations, green fire spewed out of holes in the ship nearly 80m in diameter. Some of its more powerful guns were he noticed with more glee were completely blown off. “Now, up trim 130 degrees, all lances fire at will, torpedoes away”�. As the main lances of the ship as well as all 300 loaded torpedoes were unloaded at the enemy ship, they exploded against the bottom hull of the Necron vessel, smoke covered the entire ship. As the smoke cleared, he saw with terror that there was no damage at all, he then upon looking more closely realized that the ship appeared to be moving, not the whole ship just the bottom of it, as if there was something alive on there, swarming almost over the entire surface. Klaxons wailed as the threat was identified, as he read the reports, his eyes grew wide, the ships surface was not moving, some on it was moving. More klaxons blared and the ships proximity warning was going off, yet the enemy was not getting closer. The vox on the bridge cracked to life as Sinrdi switched on the ship to fighter frequency, “Captain are you still alive out there?”� a few seconds passed before they received a response. “Yes my lord”� it Vladimir, his flight commander for all the ships fighters. “Captain, fly under the enemy vessel, external cameras on, I want to see what is going on there”� the response was silent but evident. Vlad’s onboard camera view came into view on the viewing screen; he was doing a strafing run with 12 other fighters, just below the enemy ship. Without warning, Vlad’s Fighter Exploded, over the vox Sindri could here the voices of the other pilots. “Holy crap what the hell was that!!!!”� “I don’t know but! wait what the!shit they are all over me, so many of em, where the hell did they come from? Shi!..”� “Crap they got Greg, watch out they’re more of them”� “they are everywhere!”� “I can’t get them off cant shake em, fuc!”� after that he only heard static. “What got them, fighters?”� he demanded of the radar servitor. After a moments pause, it responded in its usual monotonous voice, “no my lord, there is something approaching the ship, the same thing that took out the fighters, but they are far too small to be fighters”�. Unbeknownst to anyone on the Black Stone, millions of scarabs, metallic spiders the size of a small dog approached the large ship. When they finally reached it, they swarmed over the entire surface of the ship looking for any crack or crevice they could find in which to latch themselves. Within the ship, the crew could hear the sound of billions of small metallic legs clattering on the outside of the ship. Over 100 thousand scarabs covered the ships armor plates, then without any warning at all, they preformed the task they were made for, they exploded, each with the power equal to two pounds of C4. The explosion rocked the ship to its core, the reactor core began to crack and all external compartments depressurized in an instant. The once unbeatable goliath lay floating, dead in the water for lack of a better description (after all this is in space). The Tomb ship however did not escape damage during the fight; it was for the most part unusable until the scarabs could repair it. As the large docking bay on the great ship opened once again, 13 Cruisers exited their mother vessel; they set forth towards the planet itself, they slipped undetected and unopposed through the continuing battle still being waged by the Chaos fleet and the Necron cruisers. As the crafts made their decent towards the planet, the defensive guns on the surface sparked to great the new targets, and as Apocolyptica sat and waited, he knew that this was it, the end of the trip, he would either die here, in the name of the C’tan he served, or leave the planet victorious and the planet itself very much dead. The whole time however a thought went through his mind, the memory of the dream he had had, and the feeling, after all he was a Necron lord and was not capable of feelings. Yet he argued with himself he had. An artillery shell smacked the outer hull, not enough to do any damage, but it snapped him back to the point of the matter, he was here now to do a job and he was going to do it one way, or the other.

It was as if this was the body he was supposed to have and that his real metal body was a fake or not his own. An impact exploded next to the town. Another, then another, the streaks of smoke leading back into the sky where nothing could be seen save for a ship of unimaginable size, dark and menacing. The field he realized was now ablaze, and the townspeople were fleeing for their lives while humanoid shadows walked through the flames gunning down the fleeing citizens. He saw a woman, she was older, in her 60’s, and she was running for her life. The shadows shot her in the back their shadowed beams, bursting through her chest as she fell to her knees, a look of shock and sadness in her eyes, he stepped back when he realized that she was looking at him, a look of sorrow in her eyes. He knew her somehow, but could not know how nor could he recall who she actually was or why he cared, yet he was filled with rage, hatred towards those shadows, he wanted to kill them all with his bare hands. He started towards them. A shot tore through his shoulder; he fell to the ground bleeding from the gapping wound. A figure walked over, still shrouded in shadows, it reached down towards him and then! he woke up.

He sat bolt upright, the images of that!thing fading almost instantly. As his sensors began to come back online, he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He remembered with a start, the melta blast, the marine and, Cain. He looked at the pile of twisted metal that lay before him, heaps of metal that had melted and cooled in short time creating amonument of limbs and undistinguishable blobs which had all once made up the body of his best friend and battle brother. He began to have what had once been described to him as feelings. First came one which made him feel pain, though he was not injured, then came one which made him want to kill and destroy anyone or anything which got in his way. The images of the dream flooding back into his mind. A sound from behind him turned his attention back the marine. Its suits resuscitator had finally been successful in reviving him, Apocolyptica walked up to the marine, placed his foot on its head. He put a little pressure on it, the skull began to crack, and the marine cried out in pain. A grin spread across Apocolyptica’s face, he pressed down had on his foot, the marine cried out again and stopped suddenly as his superhuman skull finally gave in to the pressure and was crushed, his brain mater spilling out through the new opening made in the top of his head by the fragments of skull. Apocolyptica walked over and bent down to retrieve his staff from where it lye. As he stood up he turned again to face the marine. His grin grew wider, “so, this is rage?”� he spoke to the dead marine “I like it”�. He walked on down the ally. He switched on his radio “Warriors sit rep.”� he spoke into the device. His built in H.U.D (heads up display) flashed and pulled up the relevant information. He examined the information, the casualty pile was increasing at a steady rate, and most he realized were tomb fighters and scythe ships (both air based fighter craft). He noticed to that the ground forces were fighting a new contact. He realized with dismay that it was Chaos Marines, an entire legion of them, and they were not just killing necrons, they were killing everything, civilian and armed forces alike. His attention was caught by a flashing rune on the H.U.D. he selected it and found himself smiling again, the target had been found. “All units return to the ship, we have what we were looking for”� he voxed “prepare for jump and purge, this chaos infestation is to greatly spread, and they must not reach Necromunda”�.

Larkin fired his assault cannons again and watched another of those strange ships burst into flames and crash into another of its fellows. He glanced at it kill counter and saw it notch up another two kills to his sum total. He saw his score display. 238 kills already and the skies were still swarming with the bloody things. He had long since expended all his seekers, and hellfire rockets. He glanced at his weapons display, 750 rounds left for the cannons, after that all he had was his 50 cal. His wingman flew up next to him waved. His headset crackled “hey Ahab what’s the score?”� asked his wingman. He glanced back at the screen, “238 how about you Nemo?”� His wingman never got to respond as one of those beams of light tore his ship to pieces. He looked back out the window and saw the enemy ascending back into the clouds. He followed pushing the engines to their maximum. He opened fire blindly into the air. The sky above him shone an unnatural green. Through the clouds, a beam of light engulfed him, but it was more transparent, not solid looking like that of the enemy’s weapons. He realized what was happening. With a grin he pushed even harder firing his cannons and his 50’s at the same time randomly, gracious to see the wreckage of more ships fall from the sky. As the light around him began to solidify and become more and more like those terrible weapons, he glanced one last time at his kill counter and laughed, “look at that 253 a new record”� he spoke for the last time. In an instant he was gone and so was his ship, completely destroyed to the point that there was not even any wreckage. Instantaneously the ground of the planet ruptured and began to burn, a flame spread across the entire planet. The force caused the core to become unstable. In less then 60 seconds, the entire planet was covered in molten rock. Not even the mountains were left, the ozone burned away and a black cloud covered the entire planet, nothing was left alive. At the same time, a rip in the warp opened and the tomb ship slipped into the void.

Melta gun: a wepon which shoots a blast of superheated air at the target, hot enough to melt any material.

Necron Wraith

Necron Flayed One

Chaos Marine

“Tower this is Ahab, cc (crazy captains, an infamous squadron, each pilots call sign was the name of a crazy or demented captain from times of old, and each had the image of their call sign panted on their own fighters) squad ready to take off” he voxed into his mike while using his hands to open a particularly stubborn beer. “Ahab this is tower you are clear for take off, good hunting guys”. Larkin braced himself after chugging the last of his drink and loading it into another of his modified creations (it was rumored that it was designed to be fired at other enemies, though again, pointless device. he was pushed back into his seat as the craft raced forward out of the launch tubes, the speed they were going at would have liquefied him had it not been for inertial dampeners (standard) which reduced the force on his body, but not enough to make it go away completely. as they exited their tubes, the fighters returned control to their pilots and began to speed off through the sky towards the coming threat.
“search the city, leave none alive, call me when you find the target”� the 12 wraths flew off phasing through walls as if they were not there to obey as silently as ever, leaving apocolyptica alone save for the two flayed ones and a single pariah. Unlike most necrons, this pariah was the only one of its kind; it had, like Apocolpytica, a free will. “Let us begin the search”�. “of course my lord”�, although Cain had a free will he still felt it was his duty to serve his lord like his necron brethren, despite being offered freedom. Because of this he was one of very few beings which were friends with Apocolyptica, however in battle conditions, Cain thought only about the mission and acted thus despite having fought along side his master for centuries. The group marched on; they stopped however when they heard a thump as the two flayed ones fell to the ground, just before a second bolt round to each exploded in the open cavity in the chest, destroying the body to the point that it was irreparable. Apocolyptica turned just in time to duck the swing of the massive power sword. Cain was not as lucky as the gigantic brute shoved this massive power maul through his mid section. His body fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Apocolyptica rolled away to the other side of the ally. The gigantic chaos marine stood up straight and turned its head to look directly at Apocolyptica, fully erect it now stood 6 meters tall, its blood red armor scared with cracks and unholy markings. It rushed at him with speed that something that big and bulky should not have been able to reach as it rushed on it yelled in a deep voice “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”� It swung its large glowing blade down towards him, reflexively he moved his staff blade to block, sparks flew and the air cracked where the blades met, their power fields which surrounded each trying to overcome the other as their owners pushed on them even harder. The Chaos marine, intent on making this blow eviscerate his opponent, had forgotten about his power maul still clutched in his other hand, to lost in blood lust. Apocolyptica had not forgotten however, he jabbed with his power claw, forcing the blades on each tip into the arm, piercing the armor; he pulled, tearing the entire arm of at the shoulder. The marine fought on unfazed. Apocolyptica pulled the still glowing power maul out of the limp hand and swung, the powerful thing tore through the beast’s chest ripping out a large chuck of armor and flesh alike. The marine faltered slightly, but it was enough, apocolyptica kicked him midriff, pushing him back, he then swung his blade severing the marine in two. It dropped, and laid there limp. Apocolyptica turned and began to walk back towards his ship dropping the maul as he went. He turned however at the sound of armor scrapping the concrete, he barely had time to look surprised as the marine took aim with a melta gun and fired, the superheated plasma air struck the necron midriff completely destroying the body completely, the marine expired just after from bleeding.

“all hands battle stations, batteries fire on my order, fighter screens lauch” he spoke into his vox caster, his voice echoing over the sirens that were waking those who still had not woken or thought it was a drill. “Mr. Gada bring the fleet up to support tell the omni vicint to come along side us for a strafe, order all ships to battle readiness, alert them to fire on my mark” “aye captain” responded his first officer, a young man, but bloody brilliant, and loyal as feth. “sir all ships and fighters report battle ready” “all batteries commence firing, all ahead full” “aye sire all ahead full batteries fire range 135 down trim 32, sir should i order the fighters to attack?” asked Gada, “no maintain the fighter screen lets see what they do”
He stared at the craft as the shells detonated, but it just kept coming with only small holes in the hull, not even internal fires, he ordered that the fighter screen advance and attack the main ship. As they approached they were shot up from seemingly nowhere, in space, he tracked a shot back to the source and used the bionics to see what it was, horror filled its face, it was…ground troops, flung from the ship where it had been hit. But they weren’t wearing any space suits but they kept firing until they were out of range and just stopped. His attention switched back to the battle, his fighters were being engaged by some strange craft that looked like small versions of the big one. There were so many of them and they were shredding the fighter screen, it was already down to 15%, of the original 1500 fighters. And there were still more of those things coming after his ship. A flash burned his retina. He looked to the right and saw the omni vicint torn in two by a single straight beam of green light from the behemoth still approaching them. He saw a similar fate had befallen The Requisitioned, or what was left of it before it was destroyed by a second blast. The once 5 strong fleet was already down to 2 active ships and one critical, and the enemy, already the damage that was dealt before was gone, repaired by a liquid looking junk which filled the gapes and filled the holes. he was about to order ramming speed, and stopped mid sentence, the bridge was filled with a great green light, and the source speeding at them with intense speed, but to him it all happened in slow motion, and then it hit, the entire bridge destroyed, secondary explosions ripped the halls and corridors killing as it went with intense heat. one such of these explosions breached the reactor core, the following meltdown tore the ship into pieces no smaller then your fist, it did the same to the remaining sections of the omni vicint and crippling the last ship, The Devastator, which was left to fall from orbit slowly crashing to the ground 12 hours later taking all hands with it. The fleet in taters, the vast Tomb ship moved on at that same intimidating unchanging slow speed towards Cadia unopposed.

“sgt take point and use your sonic locaters this time, your sutis are expensive” the other heavy suit in the party moved to the center of the hall and guided the rest of the party down the halls marking the triggers for the traps with a gps tag. as they came to the end of the hall, the narrow passage widened and opened suddenlly into a cavernous hall so large that the top could not bee seen nor could the other side of the room. the party moved forward,soon they could no longer see the entrince where they came from without the aid of bionics, they aproched the center of the chamber and entered a small domed room with strange carvings and sculptures that looked as if they were could not have possibly been made to look like beings made of flesh. a large huminoid statue stood in the middle of the dome, standing almost 7ft tall, it looked like it was made of bones, it had a long cloke which hung down to ankles, blood red, tatered and staind with something centurys old, holes and battle scars vissable along with burns and tears. large claws on each hand and a staff with a long blade like an exacutioners axe at the top. held in one hand straight out a large orb was placed in the hand. the boss walked up to the thing and retrived the object. it began to emit a dark green light, and slowley changed to blood red. a low humm being emmited in the large chamber snapping the fire team and 3 remaining suits back to reality and casuing them to take point around the entrinces to the room. the hum grew louder, the rumbling more intense, until…it stopped. the boss felt the floor grow slippery and looked down, seeing a streem of red liquid pouring out of somthing to his right, he turned to look, confusion in his face as his eyes adjusted to the lower amount of light, he could only see one of the fire team members standing with a blank look on his face, and an ambiant light that he belived was just a trick of the eyes, he adjusted his bionic eyes to night vision to see the man properly so that he could see his name to yell at him. a look of horror spreed across his face as he saw the man with a tail from one of the statues pircing his torso, and the green ambiant light he had seen before he realised were its eyes. as he turned to yell for help he saw the other members of the team, the three heavys torn open from the back, blood staining the inside of the face visor each had one of those things hovering over them, and the other members of the team? he turned and almost lost it, they were on the ground, figures kneeling over them simmilar to that of the figure in the middle of the room, and with horror he realised they were using those blade fingers to slice the flesh from their bodys and…drape it over their gleeming metal forms, blood and vicera seeping down from under their newly aquired skin. dulling the metal still visable under the tatered slabs of flesh. a thought arose in his mind, he turned about see the stature, no longer coved in the dry mud and dirt that had coverd during its centuries of slumber, it gleemed duly as it brought its staff up over its head one handed. he barly had time to screem before his vocal cords, esophogus and everything else serverd, the two halfs falling limply to the ground, a data slate clattering out of his coat. the necron lord bent over and retrived the orb placing it in the receses of his cloke and also picking up the data slate, there was a new message, he pressed the screen and the message began, very staticly so that the face could not be seen. “Hark, after you retrive the finnal object meet my contact on Cadia, he will have a data slate with the info of where to meet me, soon old friend, soon the galexy will be ours”…End Transmision
he turned to one of the Wrathes, “set course for Cadia, the relics have been takin” wordlesly it flew off to obey, apocolyptica stood and watched the message again before discarding the device. a rumble shook the entire tomb, the dirt and stone that had formed on the interior of the ship cracked and broke off revealing the metal anchint technology which had laid dormant for nearly a milenia. the men wating outside the entrince to the tomb for their boss did not even know what hit them as they were cut down by the ships gauss flayers, the 2*1 mile ship emerging from the ground, opening a rip in space exposing the warp, the sip entered and left the world of Necromunda for the first time in milenia.

There is no one in here and no one out there,
no one to see no one to bleed,
no one to love no one to lust,
and yet i go on into the dust