Thursday, July 30, 2015

Forgefiend





Armed with Hades Autocannons and daemonicly powered, Forgefiends were commonly used by Stygian Militia armies for armored support.  While primarily used in an vehicle role the sheer rate of fire pumped out by the Hades Autocannons saw forgefiends frequently used for anti-air purposes.  Stygian militia units were not alone in their use of forgefiends.  Dark mechanicus detachments also frequently contained the daemonic war engines. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Techmarine Vollus Captured
After the capture of Techmarine Vollus of the loyalist Guardians chapter at the battle of Khalita Ridge, he was transported to a Stygian assembly area.  It was there that a brutal interrogation would be held before the Stygians turned him over to the marines of the Alpha Legion.  The Stygians restrained Vollus and had two guard with overcharged lasguns at the ready for security.  Addition security was provided by a Dark Mechanicus warbot, similar to the imperial Kastelan robots.  Unlike it's imperial counter part the warbot is not as large or resilient to damage.  It is however powered not by command protocols but rather a daemonic entity that has been bound to the machine.  To aid the Stygian officers questioning a talented psyche, skilled in Telepathy has been brought in to weaken the mind of Vollus and pry forth access codes, and other intelligence.

below is a sample extract of the interrogation.
Stygian Officer-  How many of your chapter are deployed to the sector?
Vollus- Traitor, unworthy hoarder of the Motive Force. analysis, purge with prejudice, alpha priority.

Stygian officer- increase the psychic pressure.  Good, now again how many of your chapter are deployed to the sector?

Vollus- Unathorized Access Attempted.  Raise first firewall, All Hail the Omnissiah!  The Emperor is the Omnissiah, The Omnissiah is the Emperor, The Emperor protects.

Stygian officer- More Pressure!

Vollus- Threat index increasing, readying data purge.  Suffer not the heretic, Kill the Heretic, Burn the heretic!  So says the Emperor, The Emperor is the Omnissiah, The Omnisiah is the Emperor, only in death does duty end.

So far the Stygians have been unable to extract any useful information.  Given time this will change provided Vollus isn't killed or rescued.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Asura


Asura, Chosen warrior of the Alpha Legion, Supreme Commander of all Stygian forces on Quatel Prime.
Little is known for sure about the 7th Hydra, Alpha Legion chosen identified as Asura.  He appears to have risen through the ranks of the Alpha Legion under the guidance of Lord Magwar.  Records show he served for a number of years on a stealth infiltration kill team. (See General Lang assassination, Tessark forge incident.)  It has been surmised he also led several raids at Lord magwar's behest. (see Luxian moon massacre, Scyllax depot raid, Talshyar convoy 327)
Asura then rose to be appointed commander of stygian forces Quatel Prime.  He has proved a flexible commander noted for both aggression and tactical acuity.  His chosen weapons are a pair of lightning claws, a holdover from his time served on a kill team.  His armor is heavily mutated causing some to wonder if possession lies ahead in his future.  He carries the desecrated thigh bone of Saint Mathis the unyielding, as a totem of his power and in order to flaunt his hate for the Imperium.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Battle of Khalita Ridge- part 7 the finale
Techmarine Vollus of the Guardians chapter of the Adeptus Astartes saw the final route and destruction of the Liskavian guard units ongoing.  As he did so he knew the attack had failed.  He snapped his head around to where the chaos sorcerer had hacked down two of his fellow marines.  Victory may beyond the Imperiums grasp this day, but vengeance wasn't.  With a roar he rushed in to face this champion of darkness.  The Chaos marines uttered a string of foul oaths as he swung at Vollus.  Force sword met power axe and Vollus turned the blade side wide before swinging his axe back across.  He felt the heavy impact of the blade as it slammed into the traitors side, heard the traitors startled gasp.  Then nothing as the axe came free and the traitor fell dead at his feet.  As he did so he saw the daemon herald seemingly looking on though the fell beast had no eyes.  Vollus roared a challenge and began to stride forward.  No dabbler of the warp would survive this chaos victory to trouble the Imperium again he vowed.


Vollus never heard nor saw the Flamers of Tzeentch as they leaped at him from behind.  He saw only the daemonic heralds mocking sneer.  The sudden flames that engulfed him knocked him to the ground.  His weapons fell from his grasp as he fell desperately he tried to reach out and reclaim them while glancing at the smoking corpse of his fellow marine.  Suddenly the Daemon was there swinging his staff with the great blade at the end.  An eruption of agony hit Vollus and he felt his implants struggling to compensate.  With a glance he saw the daemon had severed his left hand.  Suddenly he was being lifted up into the air unable to move as he felt icy pin pricks cover every inch of his body.  Witchcraft! his mind snarled and raged as his body was helpless.  Suddenly the daemon thing spoke.
"A fine prize, a valued prisoner to taint and corrupt.  many secrets will you share."
Vollus could hear the things laughter echoing in his mind just before he passed out.

Major Polkornik watched in horror as Techmarine Vollus of the Guardians chapter was captured.  A hero of the Imperium of man, who had this day banished daemons, Destroyed a heldrake and ended the Alpha legion sorcerer, captured and had his hand severed.  Polkornik could hear the terminator approaching and knew death was on it's way, still he had a last duty to perform so he grabbed the vox.  The Guardians chapter and Imperial high command needed to know what had happened to Vollus if any rescue was to be made.  For all that he had done for the Liskavian's and the Imperium this day, the major knew he owed it to him.  Even at the cost of his life.  He heard the master of ordinance's laspistol firing and the sickening crunching sound of the terminator crushing him.  The major did not turn around just kept broadcasting right until the moment a chainfist punched it's way through his body tearing him in half.
Khopesh the Havoc surveyed the scene before him.  The demons and terminators in pursuit of a couple of retreating guardsmen.  If more than three managed to escape the battle it would have been a miracle.  Already he ws issuing new orders onto the vox.  The wounded were gathered and Imperial bodies stripped of gear.  Khopesh would use most of the grenades they recovered to ring the area in booby traps to discourage small units from moving in under darkness and harassing them.  One of his Havocs found a demolisher shell in the smoking ruin of one of the tanks.  It would be buried at the base of the ruins and a transmitter attached to it.  If any Imperial troops reoccupied the ruin in the future he would destroy them and the ruins with a simple word over the vox.  Transports were inbound bringing militia reinforcements.  The wounded would be flown out along with the captured gear, recovered gene seed and armor both from the Alpha Legion and the Guardians.  Lastly the imperial techmarine would be taken in chains to an interrogation site.  There he would be made to spill every secret he possessed including Khopesh hoped a set of current Imperial encryption keys.  Khopesh listened to the legion vox channel.  Everywhere the news was the same.  The Imperial forces all along the ridges had been devastated and forced to turn back.  Still the price had been high.  The Stygian air mobile regiment had lost almost half their strength in the battles that had erupted amongst the ridges.  The strength of the fireforce units was low it only remained to be seen if the imperials had any strength left and what new counters and strategies they would employ.  Still it mattered not victory was theirs.

 Special thanks again go out to Chris Edstrom (pictured below) a dedicated and talented hobbyist for all his help with the battle of Khalita ridge
Operation nesting asps-Battle of Khalita Ridge part6
With the destruction of the Heldrak on the Stygian Left Flank Khalbad felt fury running through his veins like magma.  Around him the militia he ad led were all scythed down by the firestorm the Guardians chapter marines had laid down.  It seemed the battle was all but won everywhere else on the battlefield but here.  The hissing and cackling of the herald of tzeentch daemon thing drew his eyes as even as his second sight witnessed the warp power it was drawing.  Suddenly the heralds shrieks cut off and in a flash to his left three massive daemonic beings wreathed in flames burst from the warp onto the battlefield.

 No sooner had the new Daemons arrived then Khalbad looked up to see the sole surviving heldrake race along on a strafing run aimed at the Guardians chapter rhino.  The heavy bursts of it's Autocannon slamming into the armored transport punching holes into the thing until the fuel lines were ruptured and the astartes vehicle burst into flames.
"Go Forth Khalbad, make a worthy sacrifice to the gods!" the herald of tzeentch demanded.
Eagerly Khalbad obeyed leaping the trench and rushing the three Guardian chapter marines.  Bolter fire bounced off of Khalbad's armor as he closed the distance.  The Guardians were still firing as Khalbad's first swing beheaded their sergeant.  His Backswing deflected a combat knife from another marine as he reversed his thrust to drive the blade through the second marines chest.  he quickly pulled the blade out and stepped to the side to let the marines corpse fall to the ground blocking the thrust of the third one's combat knife.  Khalbad relished the smell of blood in the air and from the corner of his eye he saw the techmarine come running.  At last he thought a worthy offering.

Also on the Stygian left flank the blood letters bounded forward on the imperial infantry even as the terminators did likewise firing as they went.  The imperial infantry staggered back from the fire and then their blood ran cold as the bloodletters and terminators came howling at them.  Their howls were the promise of death.  Franticly the infantry went into a mad minute of firing hoping in vain to keep their attackers at bay.  Chaos was not to be denied however within seconds the combined terminators and bloodletters were on them.  Screams of terror and screams of pain filled the air as all but three of the guardsmen were cut down in a mad minute of falling blades.  The three survivors breaking and running in terror.

 
 
Meanwhile in the center the two obliterators advanced after the fleeing guardsmen.  Their arms morphed into assault cannons seconds before they began to open up cutting the hapless imperials down from behind.


On the Stygian right flank the terminator advanced on the ruins it's heavy flamer taking aim at the gathered heavy weapons teams.  Burning promethium coated the lower two levels of the building killing four of the guardsmen.  The screams of their dying comrades was simply too much for the remaining team which fled the field.  Khopesh and his havoc squad took aim at Major Polkornik's command squad on top of the ruins.  Missiles streaked across the battlefield to detonate amongst the major's men.  The major watched as all those around him were ripped apart save the master of ordinance.   Ignoring the flames and the ominous sound of the terminator advancing through the ruins below the major grabbed the vox net determined to stand his ground an rally what he could of his surviving men.


 special thanks again go out to Chris Edstrom for his help with this battle report.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Operation Nesting Asps- Battle of Khalita Ridge part5
Major Polkornik of the 18th Liskavian Infantry screamed orders into the vox shifting his men to a defensive footing.  If they could stop this fresh onslaught and defeat it they could then resume the advance, hopefully.  He looked down at the terminators advancing upon his position.  Each hulking warrior was death personified.  The master of ordinance screamed a warning as he looked up from his vox set.
"Danger Close!"
The sound of the shells and the rippling of the air as they passed by buffeted the major.  The terminators disappeared in a cloud of fire and smoke.  For a brief moment the major felt hope and began to cheer.
The cheer died on his lips as the smoke blew away to show the two terminators in a newly made crater their armor singed but still advancing on them even as weapons fire from the support squads slammed into the ground around them.

In the center the Liskavian infantry fired into the hulking obliterator that had just destroyed the demolisher tank.  The shots slam into the brute with no noticeable effect until a single lasgun shot hits the monsters left hip and the beast stumbles and then rights itself.
Psycher 357 swung his staff again at the obliterator in front of it even as his two remaining comrades came in with bayonets.  357 watched in horror as all their attacks bounced off the gruesome suit of armor.  A grisly rasping laugh filled the air and in two swipes both of 357's companions were disemboweled.  Feeling panic grip him 357 turned to flee.  He never even felt the heavy bolter rounds the obliterator fired hit him from behind and turned him into pink mist.
On the Stygian left Flank Tech marine Vollus of the Guardians chapter quickly assessed the situation.  The battle was in crisis for the imperials and this flank the most so.  Something needed to give he knew and spotting the hovering heldrake with it's back to him Vollus knew instantly what to do.
"Squad advance and clear that trench!" he ordered.
As the Guardian marines advanced guns blazing Vollus ran towards the Heldrake behind him.  He drew his plasma pistol and took aim, his helmet's HUD showing a critical fuel lne leading to the rear engines.  In a split second he fired, the blast of superheated plasma slamming into the daemonic craft.  Secondary explosions rippled through the things body and it suddenly came slamming down in flames.  The roar of cheering guardsmen accompanying the things death.


Encouraged by Vollus's display of gallantry the Liskavian guardsmen poured fire into the terminators.  The sound of their fire overpowering all other sounds on the battlefield and the terminators disappeared in the flames only for three of them to emerge advancing on the guardsmen.  Terror rippled through the ranks of the Liskavian 18th infantry regiment as they watched the implacable advance of the Alpha Legion terminators drawing towards them.
special thanks again to Chris Edstrom for his help with this battle report.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Operation Nesting Asps- Battle of Khalita ridge part4
With the battle raging on Khalbad watched another flight of aircraft zoom in and watched as another group of terminators suddenly appeared behind the imperials advancing on the Stygian left flank.  As they landed one leveled a reaper autocannon against the artillery spotter tank.  The heavy thud thud thud of the guns echoing until the spotter tanks suddenly erupted in flames.


 Khalbad felt a wolfish grin cross his face.  of course those terminators could very well face the same fate of the raptors as the Imperial infantry turned on them.  Reaching into the warp he drew in it's essence and uttered ancient and inhuman sounds.  With a sudden screech ten more serpentine bloodletters stepped into reality in front of him trapping the Imperial platoon between them and the terminators.
It is time Khalbad, do it now, release me to this world
Khalbad jerked in surprise as the voice came to him.  He was bleeding he realized, his grasp on the warp summoning the bloodletters had injured him.  It was his blood he realized that had appeased the voice.  The voice that must be obeyed.  Turning to the militia man with the sacrificial brands he invoked the ancient and terrible name as he cut the militia man's throat.
As the body began to fall it suddenly curled itself up in a ball shaking and changing until the man was no more.  Before Khalbad stood the herald of Tzeentch.  It was armored and reptilian with small wings enfolding from it's back.  In it's hand it carried a powerful staff.  It's grinning maw dripped blood but the being had no eyes.  Feeling the power rolling off the herald Khalbad realized it had no need for them.  It could see with a psychic sight far greater than any one man or thing ever could.

Meanwhile the hunting helldrake zoomed after the Stormtalon that had hit it's companion.  Screamng as it came the Heldrake began pouring Autocannon rounds into the rear of the damaged craft.  The Guardian pilot tried jinking at the last minute but as he had already known it was far far too late.  The pilot never even felt the round that tore through his craft and burst both of his hearts.  The stormtalon slammed into the trench besides the Daemonic herald who screeched with delight.

The wounded heldrake seeing it's attacker slam into the gound in flames vector danced it's engines into hover mode.  The mass of Imperial infantry before it trapped with terminators behind them and the bloodletters ahead let off a collective shout of alarm and not a few screams of terror.  As militia continued to fire on the Guardian chapter marines the heldrake began bathing the imperial infantry in napalm adding high pitched screams to the mix.

In the center The two obliterators resume their bloody trail of destruction.  The first Obliterator turned on the Imperial infantry including psyche 357.  To the Liskavian infantry's disgust then horror a new barrel pushed itself up and out of the daemonic armored hulk before them like a great worm bursting through to the surface.  The horror came seconds later as they were doused in burning napalm from the thing before them.  Their death screams echoed the screams of the demolisher crew as the second obliterator opened fire and blew the turret off of it.

In the center no sooner had the napalm stopped then the hulking daemonic suit of armor  stepped through the sputtering flames,  it's gauntlets had morphed again into fists crackling with electricity.  The imperial guardsmen swung with fists and bayonets, a few even firing shots all to no effect.  The Beast swung and two of the men simply disintegrated under the impact.  Psycher 357 screamed for room and stabbed with his staff.  For a second the thing rocked back before roaring with pain, the claws on it's gauntleted fists growing longer and dancing with lethal electricity as they burning eyes of the armor bore into Psycher 357.

On the Stygian right flank Khopesh's Havocs blasted the last Imperial squad advancing even as the surviving militia in the center of the original Stygian line began to advance into the slaughter.  Three surviving Liskavian Infantry from the Stygian right flank began to fall back firing as they went.  The two terminators in the center came hammering into the infantry squad behind psyche 357's. with ease they slaughtered the guardsmen, the lone surviving sergeant turned to run but was cut down from behind.

Special thanks goes out to Chris Edstrom a dedicated and talented hobbyist for his help with the battle report.