The Bleeding Galaxy

[Gabag]

Once, the Garland System knew peace, under the quiet leadership of the Tau Empire. The four planets in the system served The Greater Good to a great extent, and when communication with the system's first planet mysteriously dropped, that was when the suspicions arose. At first, the Tau leadership, the Ethereals expected the planet had been overrun by the local Feral Orks, it's not unlikely, considering their numbers. The truth could not be any darker, the malicious forces of Chaos were summoned to the planet, by the heretical human population on the world, and the planet, was transformed into a blasted hellscape. The Tau soldiers and civilians on the planet, were used as sacrifices to the Dark Gods. The Forces of Chaos then gathered their strength, for their next prize. But then the system's third planet, Garland III, reported meteor like objects impacting the surface without warning, and then the next news from Garland III, was that a massive Ork WAAAAAGH!! had landed in the planet in their primitive drop ships, called Roks. Garland III is currently still under Tau control, but is losing territory rapidly to the increasingly large WAAAAGH!

The Tau Empire's trouble grew further still, as an expeditionary fleet from the Imperium of Man, had incited a rebellion on Garland II, and the human population, along with Imperial forces, have overtaken most of the planet. The only planet the Tau seem to fully control is Garland IV, the capital world of the system. Looking to retake the system for the Greater Good, the Tau Empire sent the Fire Caste, led by Shas' O Kas to retake the system and remove the threats to the Empire.

As the four factions meet, war will break out quite quickly, and the casualties will escalate into more alarming numbers.

Will you assist the Nefarious Forces of Chaos in their hidden plan for the Garland system, or fight with the Ork WAAAAGH! To find the best fight ever.

Will you help spread the Imperial Truth to the Xenos and Heretics in the Imperium's mighty armies, or will you fight back the foes of the Greater Good?
GNN: Galactic News Network (current battles to be fought)
The Imperium of Man is gearing up to defend the recently captured city of Ta'Navag from the Tau counter attack on Garland II.

The Tau are preparing an offensive on Ta'Navag and a defensive against the Ork invaders on Garland III in the countryside.

The Forces of Chaos on Garland I are cleaning out some Tau expeditionary forces and are gathering their strength.

The Ork WAAAAAGH! is preparing an offensive against the recently gathered Tau army on Garland III in the countryside.

[Entaru]

"Wahahaha!  Look at 'em all...all 'dose shiny bitz.  Shame weze gonna break so much of 'em."  Knawgril laughed from his position far out of Tau artillery range.  He watched them set up their defensive line through a pair of binoculars he had stolen from another Tau.  Of course it was different now...what with the mini-rokkitz he could fire from it.  The rokkitz were pretty much useless in a real battle, but good fun to blast a gretchin in the behind with. 

Knwagril looked over his shoulder to some of his boyz.  "Dat battlewagon set up yet?  I don't want dis fight to end before weze can get in choppin' disdance"  He was looking at one boy in paticular, by the name of Gurt.   Knawgril had forced him to work as his personal driver and was in charge of Knawgril's Battlewagon.  "Well?  Iz it or ain't it?"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chronin stood at the first wall seperating the city from the invading Tau freaks. He only had about five other marines standing with him, as the rest were still choosing what weapons to bring into the fire-fight. "Imagine, the green skins and the traitors are gathering their forces as we have our war with the Xenos..." Chronin said to break the silence, and a marine in red armor that stood half a foot taller than him looked at him with all emotions in his voice. "True, and the Xenos are probably thinking the same thing too, but we're not here to debate or discuss..." Chronin sighed in reluctant agreement as he walked away from the others, only waiting for declaration of 'inbound hostiles'.

[Entaru]

Entaru strode by the Artillery Line as he went about inspecting the Basilisks.  They were in good order as far as he could see but the men in charge of them were a tad...lethargic.  He stayed silent as he turned away and headed for his HQ.  Inside was a conglomerate of officers and troops.  In the corner was a commisar, trying to be inconspicuous and failing badly.  With barely a glance to the corner of the room, the commisar nodded to Entaru and headed out for the line of Basilisks.  Suddenly a gunshot was heard and the Basilisk crews began scrambling about.  He hadn't killed anyone...but he took the ear of one of them clean off with his bolt pistol.  Entaru smiled a bit but it quickly faded as he turned to the other officers.

"Report..."

"Front line is secured and ready sir!  We have a 3 platoons of guardsmen as well as a handful of Adeptus Asartus at the ready!"

Entaru nodded "And the second?"

"As is the second sir!  We have sniper teams and long range rocketeers set up to help hold the first line as well as some heavy weapon crews in the unlikely event that they get through the first line.  A few Adeptus Asartus are holding down the second line as well."

Entaru nodded again as the commisar walked back in.  "Artillery line is prepped and ready, Commander.  All twelve Basilisks are ready to fire at a moments notice.  We also have a handful of Grey Knights at our disposal...they will be acting as your bodyguards for the battle."

"Thank you, Commisar."  Entaru sat down and looked to the officers.  "Those Xenos will think twice about attacking the Imperium after today...may the Emperor smile on us all."

[Gabag]

The Tau were busy gathering the last of their equipment and troops for the battle. The Imperial trenches were going to be hit from three different areas and dismantled in a well thought out and planned assault.

"Commander Shas'O!" A firewarrior called out before making a salute on his breastplate. The Commander was busy issuing orders to a Stealth suit team (Sgt Cuddles) to begin the attack by suddenly striking the left flank of the Imperial line.
She then ordered other Stealth Suit teams to hit the other flanks of the Imperial front line.

"The Imperial's have an artillery position armed and ready, but it's far behind their defensive line Madam!"

"Noted, inform the Hammerhead gunships that once we're in position, make a beeline straight for the artillery. Inform our Fire Warriors to make ready, and have them attack their designated targets, if they took out their targets, fire at will." The commander relayed to her personal communications soldier. The trooper saluted once again and made ready to relay the orders to the troops.

The Shas'O zoomed in with her scoped helmet optics and eyed the Imperial front line.

"The Standard Gue'la troopers and their barbarous Space Marine allies... it will be a tough fight dislodging an enemy so used to defending."

[KittKat chunky~]

Gurt swung around hurriedly, smacking a gretchin' across the head with a half-pipe... "Itz a good 'un Boss.... Dis baby be ready ta smash 'em!" He gave a mad chuckle, turning back to the engine of the battle wagon, smacking the same gretchin across the head again...

With a hefty pull of his wrench, Gurt continued to tinker with the battlewagon engine... "Dis bit goes 'ere... WE add a bit 'ere.... Da big juicy box that feeds the big 'ot to da exhausts goes ere.... Hurhur! Dis is gonna be a fast one..."





"All Hammerhead pilots report to stations, all Hammerhead pilots report to stations... this is not a drill, i repeat, this is not a drill!"
The Intercoms buzzed throughout the Tau positions, as Tau fire caste pilots scrambled to find their vehicles... Shas'vre Tel'vani jumped up onto her Hammerhead, running a hand down it's sleek armoured hull... "Kor'la... has she had that gyrostabaliser refitted?" The Earth caste engineer below her nodded hurriedly, instructing several drones to load new railgun rounds into the hammerhead... Tal'vani nodded appreciatively, and jumped into the cockpit...


Strapping herself firmly into the confined space, Tal'vani pulled on a small headset, immediately diagnostics started to scroll past her left eye... "Tel'va, you good back there?" The co-pilot behind her nodded the affirmative... "Okay... cycling engines now..."
Tapping the touch screen laid out before her, Tel'vani quickly brought the grav-engines up to fifty percent capacity... A dull humming started to buil up, as the Hammerhead Gunship raised up from the ground, now hovering around five metres of the ground....
"Engines are green.... Ready to check munitions and Drone targeting systems... these foul orks will taste my Railgun submunitions today...""

[Srgntcuddles]

Reno stood behind the Stealth team he was in as his father, the leader of it, was talking to Commander Shas'O. When he was done he turned to the team, which was four men including Reno. "Alright men, we have our orders. We'll be kicking this whole thing off. Now lets get into position!" "Yes, sir!" said the team in unison. Reno's father went off followed by the rest of the team to their position.

Meanwhile on Garland I...

Rio walked down a shelled out urban street, a few Possessed Chaos Marines running ahead of her. "You know, you can always pitch in to the fight, Miss Rio..." said an Orangish Red fox that was following beside Rio on her left. "Yeah but I just had my nails done." Just then a squad of Firewarriors burst out of a house just ahead of Rio to the right. They shot down the Chaos Marines from before and surrounded Rio. "Don't move!" "Why would I move? That might make me break a nail." "Miss Rio, you've gotten us into quite a mess." "Oh hush now, Caldicot, all will be fine." "Stop talking!" Rio raised her hands to the sides and shot several tendrils from her hands which impaled the warriors in the face. She retracted them and looked at her nails. "Oh poo...I broke a nail after all..." Calico sighed heavily and looked at Rio. "I don't know whether I've been cursed or blessed to be assigned to you, Miss Rio..." "Talk like that earns you back rubbing duties when this is all over." "Er-...Yes, Miss Rio..."

[Entaru]

Knawgril was about to speak when he noted increased activity in the Tau lines.  "Who-oh!  It betta be fast enuff, cuz they seez us now!"  Knawgril waddled over to the battlewagon as fast as his Mega Armor legs would carry him.  "GIT IN DA BATTLEWAGON BOYZ!!!!  DEM GREYSKINZ NOES WEZE 'ERE NOW!"  Hopping into the battlewagon he shouted to the remaining orks who were to travel behind the battlewagon with a kustom megaphone.

"BURNA BOYZ!  YOUZE READY TO ROAST!?!?"

A large group of orks lifted their flaming weapons into the air.  "WAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!"

"MEKBOYZ!!!  DAT BANESWORD FINGY WORKIN'!?!?"

A ramshackle Baneblade roared to life and began pouring thick black smoke out of its new smokestacks.  A faint noise could be heard inside as orks scrambled to open up the tank's hatch.  Finally one ork popped out.  "Waaaa-ACK!!!!"  The ork suddenly dropped back in as his boss, a Big Mek, yanked him in and poked out of the hatch.  "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

"HEH-HAH.  AN ORK AFTA ME OWN 'ART.  A'RITE...HOW BOUT THE REST OF DA MOB!!!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  The Tau below could feel the ground rumble as the Waaagh! bellowed their warcry, stomping their feet and banging on their armor.

"A'RITE DEN!!! LETZ SKIN SUM GREYSKINZ!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"  With that, he slammed the back of the full battlewagon shut and turned to Gurt (whom he had inadvertantly grabbed and tossed into the driver's seat without realizing).  "A'rite Gurt, letz show dese greyskinz wat weze 'ere for!  Pretend da gashpetal iz a gretchin and STOMP IT!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

[Gabag]

Malal strode by the gory impalement of the Fire Warrior squad and noticed a Tau Pathfinder (basically scout trooper) crawling away, with his legs broken from a previous engagement.
"Please.... Gue'la... water..... please...." the Tau on the ground begged, grasping the Chaos Lord's boot in a weak grip.

"Certainly..." Malal said, and drove his Crozius into the Tau's back, the Tau screamed in pain and then died a few seconds after. "Clean up the rest of the Alien filth from the city and then gather our forces for a ceremony." He grunted as he strode by the Slaaneshi cultist who was extremely concerned with her nails.



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"Stealth Team Firesword (cuddles's team) initiate the attack, we'll be right behind you" The Shas'o said in her Comm as she ordered the rest of the Tau army to begin the advance forwards. The Fire Warriors marched on, rifles raised at shoulder height, and the Vespid auxiliaries floating a few inches from the ground with their wings. The Crisis and Broadside battlesuits stomped along, each step making an indent in the ground, and the Tau hovertanks floated two feet above the ground, their weapons sweeping the area in front of them.

"New Objective Stealth Teams, place Markerlights in various Target areas, make it easier for our troops to aim and then proceed with attack." The Commander added, after finishing a diagnostic of her plasma gun.

[Srgntcuddles]

Reno and his father's team went into action when the order was given. Getting close enough to the line still undetected they all started blasting, all but Reno that is. He didn't like fighting directly, his father knew that and had him separate from the team just before the attack was launched. He was sent to demolish a hardened bunker, so he tried to do just that. He crouched down at an unattended side of the bunker, placing some explosives. Luckily his father's team and the rest of everyone was a great distraction.

Meanwhile on Garland I...

Rio continued along the road not seeing anyone else to kill, so she decided to head back to base. "You lucked out, Calico, I guess you can give me a back rub after the ceremony." "Oh joy." Sighed Calico sarcastically.

[KittKat chunky~]

Tel'vani expertly handled the controls of her hammerhead, bringing the sleek vehicle mere metres over the heads of a firewarrior squad... Her comms crackled into life as the Shas'ui of the squad gave her a scornful remark..
-kzch- "Tel'vani! I know that was you... stop buzzing over my Shas'la, they need to concentrate down here..." -kzch-

Tel'vani laughed, flicking two fingers across a touch screen and brining up the gunship sensors array... "Okay... we have large numbers of Orks charging straight towards our gunlines... several of those ramshackle vehicles are powering up as well... They truly are foolish..." Smiling she quickly brought up the drone enhanced target arrays, overhead the great railgun set atop the gunship swivelled around...
"On my mark... Firing sub munition...."

The railgun let loose a bowel-reverberating humm, followed by a sharp sizzling crack.... an electric blue streak flew into an ork mob, exploding violently, sending bodies in all directions... Inside the cockpit of the hammerhead Tel'vani gave a whoop of joy, punching the controls and bringing the hammerhead in a low dive behind a firewarrior squad... "Gotta love the railgun! Easily over eight-hundred metres!"




Gurt gave a disgruntled -URK- as he was grabbed by the boss.... knowing when to shut it however, he didnt complain, and instead just kept a hold of his half-pipe... Slamming down into the drivers seat, Gurt pulled a large lever back and looked up at the Boss...
"Roit you are Boss... put da pedal to da... da.... whateva!" He slammed a hobnailed boot into the accelerator, and the battlewagon jolted forwards with a bang, before stalling and stopping no less than a metre from where it had been...

Gurt gave a worried grunt, pulling on several levers and tapping some widgets.... cocking his head to one side he snorted... "Dont worry Boss... 'ave you there in no..." He kicked a large lever into the forwards position, and the entire battlewagon shook violently and surged forwards with a huge roar "...Tiiiiiiime!!"

[Entaru]

Knawgril was tossed from his feet as the battlewagon sped forward unexpectedly and crushed a gretchin who was dumb enough to sit behind him.  The orks behind the battlewagon charged forward, too engulfed by their own bloodlust to notice the blast from the railgun.  Even those hit with the blast (the living ones anyways) hopped up and charged forward...one crawled due to his missing legs though.

Knawgril stood back up (unaware that there was a gretchin shaped stain on the backside of his Mega Armor) and turned to the Ork Skarboyz inside the hold.  They were nearly impossible to see in the unlit holding area but their grunting made it clear that they were there.  "A'rite Skarboyz, youz noes wat ta do.  Give 'em a good choppin' sewz da rest of da boyz can git to da fight."

"Youz got it boss..."  The lead Skarboy grunted in an amused tone.

Knawgril nodded and climbed up a ladder to the top hatch of the battlewagon.  There was a few Orks still tinkering with their guns as the battlewagon rumbled forward.  "Oi!  Youze iz suppozed ta be shootin'!  Git off ya rumps and start blastin'!!!"  The orks snapped to attention at the sound of their boss and quickly began firing into the lines.   Most of the bullets never even had a chance to hit their target...but with their spread and the setup of the Tau line, most of them still hit something.  Knawgril laughed as he saw a shot aimed at a kroot's chest fly off and hit a fire warrior square in the forehead.  "Heh-hah!  Noice shot!"

Dropping back into the battlewagon he turned to a group of cramped gretchins.  "Oi!  You lot gitz to firin' da Big Kannon!  Ize want doez 'tillery tankz taken out!"  The gretchins quickly saluted and clambered into the Big Kannon controls.  After a few seconds, the Basilisk Cannon barrel that had been welded onto the front of the battlewagon fired into the Artillery line.  There was no way that it should have made it even 50 yards but the "round" (more like a bomb...which should've blown them to smithereens) flew straight and true to its mark, destroying a Hammerhead in one blast.

"YESH!  Red may be fasta' but me blue iz gonna win us dis Waaaagh!"

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Suddenly gunfire broke out on the Imperial front line.  "What!  They're here already!  Sound the alarms!"  The command of "hostiles inbound" rang over the loudspeakers.  Entaru cursed himself for not setting up skullprobes on the perimeters.  The Tau took pride in their stealthsuits...something Entaru had failed to remember until just now. 

The Basilisks fired their rounds into the assaulting Tau line, sending troops in every direction.  The Guardsmen in the front line opened fire on the intruders who suddenly appeared.  The snipers in the second line took out some of the assaulting stealth suiters before ducking behind cover.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chronin heard the alarm, and pulled out his bolter, taking aim and firing a single round every second to take down the oncoming assault line, wanting to keep a few clips for when they're close enough for a full-auto to be considered useful. "I got sixteen of those freaks!!" he yelled, as other Marines carried two bolters, or some firing their shoulder rockets with unusual accuracy. "Never stop showing off, do you?!" "Let him have his fun, not eveyday you have Xenos actually running into your bullets!!"

Gerin lead a group of ten Beserkers as they searched an encampment for any wounded Tau, which they actually did. "Keep them alive when you take them back to the circle, Khorne will not be at all pleased if we sacrifice empty husks!!" he commanded as he walked out of a room and found a few stragglers that took shelter in a bunker-like section of the building.

He took his spear out and wedged into the right side of the vault, prying open the door as the energy of the spear heated the door enough to make the door pull away from the extended bolts like they were taffy. He then walked into the room where a few un-armored Tau had huddled into a corner. "The fault of this is not mine, but your pathetic excuse for a front-line force..." he said as he dragged three out by their feet, and one by their hair. He handed the three that were dragged, to the remainding Bersekers, then changed his grip on the last from the hair, to the neck before leading the wounded and "POW's" to their final destination...

[Gabag]

The kroot howled as they charged the Imperial front lines, and Tau Fire Warriors got into position and began firing. One such plasma shot went into a guradsman and rent a horrible looking hole in his chest, and the impact threw him backwards. Some heavy ordinance impacted a Sealth Suitter and his arm was rent off before the same happened to the upper half of his body. The battle was under way.

The Shas' O used her jumpjets to get closer to the fight and started bringing down heavy ordinance on their heads. Soon her Crisis Suit bodyguards soon joined her, opening up with their heavy weaponry as well.


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Malal stood, on an improvised podium, made of  a Tau Governer, and his servants.

"Servants of Chaos! This world, finally is OURS! Soon we will be able to descend on the rest of these planets, and have a base to plan our next conquests! Soon the Gods of Chaos will be pleased with our efforts, and rightly rewards us! Now my Servants, take forth the prisoners, and spill their blood, in the NAME OF CHAOS UNDIVIDED!"

The gathering of Chaos troops cheered and dragged out the freshly captured Tau victims. Wounded Fire Warriors and other Tau military units along with captured families, along with the one Gerin recently captured. They were dragged onto a rocky altar, with red energies surrounding the altar. Demonic energy filled the air, chilling it, and causing the sacrifices to reel back in pain as their bodies were lifted into the sky. Their screams were deafened by the chants of the gathering of Chaos.
Soon the sacrifices were high enough, and stopped floating, they were then violently thrown back down to the ground, and upon impact, exploded in a bloody mess, spraying the cultists in their blood, and giving them the Blessing of Khorne.

[KittKat chunky~]

The bass rumble of Grav-plates shook the ground as Tel'vani's Hammerhead flew in a low arc, weaving between and over firewarriors... Smart Missiles launched from the sponson mounted drones, flying up into the air, swerving to find their targets and hitting home with bright flashes of pulse energy...
"Fire the Railgun on my target!"

The turret swiveled, brining a ramshackle Ork Trukk into view... The railgun fired with a sup-sonic boom, and the Trukk dissintegrated. The railgun shot had gone through one side, obliterating the driver, crew and everything else on its way through... "Hoorah!" Stopping mid-air and performing a daring dive between two bunkers, Tel'vani brought the hammerhead around the flanks of the Ork charge, pounding them relentlessly with submunition after submunition...


"Tel'vani! I have a markerlight placed and ready for you Shas'vre!" A pathfinder, who had infiltrated into the Ork flanks, lit-up an ork Trukk... the invisible laser-light activated the seeker missile strapped to the hammerhead. The missile launched with a woosh, swerving up and then down on the trukk, immolating it... "Good shot Shas'la! keep those markerlights coming!"





In the battlewagon, Gurt gave a loud guffaw of laughter.. the bulky vehicle was smashing through tank traps and Tau defenders alike, as Gurt slammed a meaty fist into a large button set into the dash-board... On the front of the wagon, Stikk-bombs fired, shredding those foolish enough to be in the open, and forcing those in cover to keep their heads down... Pulling sharply on a lever, the battlewagon jolted again, reaching an even higher speed...
"C'mon! Fasta! FASTAAAA!"
Gurt laughed manically, steering wildly, trying to crush as many Tau and bits of wreckage as possible....