Fight for Rediton (a warhammer 40k rp)

[The Changeling Horde]

In the grimdarkness of the future there is only war...The Imperial sector Rediton has came under attack by threats both seen and unseen as xenos, heritics, and the forces of chaos. The forces of the imperials had barely establish a foothold against orks, eldar, and the oppressive and heretical tau before new threats came from the blackness of the space, under their very feet, and from within. A tryanid hive fleet has arrived, a tomb word of the necrons was unearthed by adeptus mechinus, and a corrupted governor had allowed the forces of chaos to spring forth from the warp. In the face of great odds the space marines, inquisition, mechinus, and the loyal imperial guard fight by the guideing light of the emporor to save this sector in his name. FOR THE *Insert your faction here*

[person67]

Orks. This is Waggah Arad led by Deathskulls Warlord Arad comprised of millions of orks.
Grand Uber Loota Arad was sitting in the cavern command center of Gork's Lance a massive space hulk composed of over 10 ships rammed together. It hurtled out of the warp and was ejected into reality and followed by 2 dozen other Ork made craft of varying shape, sizes and safety. One of the smaller craft on exit had a small explosion on the outer hull but the craft kept on moving its erratic pattern. Where were they he wondered? He didn't really care. He had come here to steal and that is what he would do. His one organic eye found a large speck on his viewscreen and he shouted down the comm "Alls hedzs to that robbing place."

[The Changeling Horde]

Space marines. Brothers we Lost Sons have fought for our sector and it's culture for years. If we shall fall all the progress towards a enlightened and emperor loving society will burn to ashes and dust. Dirty xenos are warping in from heretical space, we shall show them our might and the light of the emperor, they shall hear the roar of our heavy bolters and feel the blunt of our power hammers. We shall hold the line for the imperium and we shall prevail against the green hordes.

[person67]

The hulk hurtled into the atmosphere of Al- Skai. Arad kicked a gretchin into a wall simply out of boredom. He could see the destruction raining down on the plant but he couldn't do anything himself. His arm mounted cannon was useless and so was his maul. He could see on the view scree another crude but brilliant projectile head down to the planet, he wasn't really sure why he was pummelling this uninhabited area but it felt good. He would lead the assault once he was a bit closer, with every second his grin got a bit closer as he became more ready to wreak havoc.

Finally his pict screen flicked and so he decided it was time to launch his assualt craft. They crude, brutal craft. He leapt out of his seat and into his own ramshackle landing rock. Once he got near to the ground he would activate the landing thrusters and hope for the best. "So you loz, I ams noz da manz for tha bigz talks so les keez it breiz. WAAAGGHHH." he bellowed down his vox as his gretchin dropped the thing out of it's launch chute. He couldn't see a thing other than hearing 2 gretchin in his craft screaming with him. Oops he rammed his back into one of them squashing it. Ah well. Then the G force hit him really hard, really quickly and it was lots of fun. The gretchin on his head weighed a lot more.

As his crude altitude meter wavered up and down he decided after a minute that now was a good time as any to activate landing thrusters. He pressed the button and suddenly the craft started spinning wildly around in rotations. The mulch from the dead gretchin was thrown around the craft until a deafening smash hit the craft and it impacted him. A normal pinky- fleshy thing would have died but naah not him or those real cool guys the tin men. He smashed the door out of the way with his knee and then crawled out. He looked around and grinned something cool.

[The Changeling Horde]

many a imperial guard line the battle lines trustworthy lasguns in hand and got into positions in fortifications, many prayed to the emperor while others recited the litany of stealth. But the sound of a great yell shook the open field, within moments a thunderous sound of marching was heard and then the foul greenskins appeared over the horizon charging.

Let these heretical fungus feel the fury of the emperor. a commissar shouted over his men

Within moments artillery blanketed the fields yet through the piles of bodies the orks continued to advance, encamped heavy bolters began chopping at the horde...yet they still kept coming, Finally lasguns fired in mass...YET THEY STILL KEPT COMING. Within moments the first regiment of imperial guard were subject to the barbarity of the Xenos. The sounds of guns, explosions, and screams filled the battlefield...until it was heard a symphony so grand one might say it was the emperors will itself coming to claim the men in his glow. The sounds of revving engines and rockets followed as the Lost Sons Appeared as if like angels coming to answer the prayers of men, dressed in colors of royal dark purple and adorned with the flashiest gear these orks would ever see. Riding into the fray on large battle bikes with chain swords and bolt pistols in hand as wonderful music blared from their speakers The Riders of the Eternal Choir were the first to hit the enemy, This was followed by many assault marines jumppacking into the hordes and proceeding to cut and blast any ork to pieces. They were fast, so fast in fact they seem to be a blur to ordinary men as they quickly crossed the battlefield leaving death in their wake, while not killing every last ork the imperial guard was rallied by sight and began to bring the fight to the orks themselves as they took back the front line.

[person67]

Arad had struk lucky. That was what made him the big bozz. He had dropped his men right on top of an enemy position. The hail of lasgun shots had barely hurt him but a lascannon shot had reminded him he was alive. Pain was a currency and he was rich in it. He saw his target, some boyz might go for the crowds but only the biggest and the best for him. He saw a lumbering tank, it would make a nice addition to his collection. He ran at the tank and jumped on its front and clambered up on top of it only to get bored and discover something more interesting.

He leapt off the tank and sailing forwards activated his traktor cannon. The anti- magnetic ray smashed into the bike and it's rider throwing it on it's side. The biker barely even noticed it rolling out before Arad's foot crushed him. He leapt to his feet and drew his combat knife and duck under the war boss first swing but Arad's cannon dragged him in closer. The biker lunged with his knife for the orks stomach and it penetrated deep but Arad laughed and cut him in half at the midsection and looked for his next prey amongst what was becoming quite the fierce battle.

[The Changeling Horde]

Captain Zakaria of the lost Sons lead the asault marines, their work would not be done until devestators could move up along with armor. He and his battle brothers knew their task, bring forth purple rain on the enemy and let their blood stain the land red. To him battle was a dance with flow...in his head he hummed the songs of the Legion as he blasted, cut, and killed anything green in front of him...yet he wondered to himself as he was slamming down into a horde before swinging bisecting the group.

Why hasn't mankind found a way to integrate guns with swords? No really I mean we have combined weapons yet not a beautiful cross between the brush stroke that is the blade, and the paint that is the bolter...

When he left his thoughts thus paticular hill was clear...vicera littered the hill as the enemy was in peices.

I might ask leo when I get back if he could enlighten me with his knowledge of the machine spirits. He says before jetting off.