Farseer Ela'Ashbel shot out a lightning bolt from her palm which connected to an ork trukk setting it ablaze. Her focus was then drafted to yet another mass charge from the exact same direction.
The orks were climbing over their dead comrades that had now been charred, spliced, and stacked to eight feet high on top of one another.
Rangers that had been set up on the opposing rooftops once more didn't require their expert marksmanship, for they could simply pull the trigger for a guaranteed hit due to the sheer number of hostiles.
The only problem was that resupply was thirty minutes out and the rangers had almost completely run out of shurikens, with many of the marksmen joining the ranks of the assembled banshees and warp spiders with a few exarchs sprinkled about
"Stand fast for the greenskins come again!" The farseer rallied her troops and the assembled warriors charged forward to protect the craftworld
She sent out a wave of psychic energy which exploded the heads of the first line of the brutes. Their bones and blood showered the ones behind them who only revelled in the carnage.
Her pistol fired with perfect shots piercing through the horde penetrating through ork after ork. It isn't enough
She was right of course, as the ork horde that assaulted their force outnumbered them twenty-three to one, and an assured defeat awaited the defenders. That remained true until the sky shook
A giant thundering crash into the battleground was heard and the farseer was blasted into the air from the concussive blast.
She pirouetted through the air recovering her grace, landing on top of a particularly short habitat. The rest of her assembled warparty had a similar situation, with the only ones spared from the force being the ones in the houses and the rangers down the city street.
A massive dust cloud had been kicked up by the impact, but her eyes pierced through the cloud and saw the now-familiar golden light spill out from the... thing.
Its purpose became clear as the orks who had been staring up into the cloud began to shoot into the dust, with varying holes appearing in rapidly increasing numbers.
Then her ears stopped working for a few moments.
She didn't notice at first with the battle growing silent quite suddenly, with the entire firing line of orks turning into puffs of blood, limbs, and boots. The dust cloud finally parted with possibly the loudest noise her ears had ever picked up signalling gunfire. It sounded as if an entire legion of drums was bouncing around in her skull.
The now apparent walker that loomed before her standing over twenty meters tall held a massive chaingun in its right arm, that spewed out more bullets than the air molecules that surrounded it.
Its left remained silent with another type of gun being mounted, but on the back of its square torso were missile pods that screamed their munitions overhead into the sky colliding with the rok transports and fighters.
The ork charge was decimated in only a few seconds with the remaining ones still valiantly firing into its now present shield that deflected the rounds with blue hexagons appearing upon impact. Its gunshots picked up some attention, as ork gargant rolled down the street firing all of its titian killer weapons into its shield which went from its brilliant blue to a pale yellow, but its fire did not go unanswered.
A high-pitched building whine was heard with a powerful thump as a release. Dust was kicked up from the mech and the ground was lit up by a bright flash. The left hand had fired.
A transparent line burst down the street reflecting the orange glow of the fires in streaks of a searing glow. When it connected to the ork mech it punctured right through its left 'gut', before whipping to the other side cutting the mech in half. The torso began to slide off before combusting as its crammed munitions met the flames
Ela'Ashbel could feel more thumps around the city as the wind picked up at random intervals from all around her. Nice gift
A drop pod reminiscent of the Mon-Keigh space marines slammed into the street behind the walker. Soon smaller soldiers than the one from earlier poured out of the doorways and began to set up a perimeter.
But more ork mechs had appeared in the burning city and soon the craftworld was shaking at the seams from gunfire and explosions. One noise stood above them all though. A yell
It was a yell filled with rage and disdain, with it only increasing in ferocity as it drew near. Her eyes were drafted to the increasing glow of orange, for in the distance in the void of her eyes Ela'Ashbel saw the avatar rapidly approaching.
The shipsmasha, bridge/hangar/mess hall
"Bozz we gotz a problam! The boyz are etting krumped by new fancy pancy stompas, an de Bozz ain't back yet!" Another explosion rattled the bridge with a few of the repair squids sailing over the captains head.
"Git dat foire under control! Wot about our fightas? Why ain't dey bombing da new stompas?!" The ork the captain had been talking to got incinerated by another explosion.
This blast was so grievous that the captain got his face and clothes singed by the burst of flames. The captain grabbed the nearest Gretchen and popped its head to relieve his anger, and as the green slime of its brain matter dribbled down his shoulder its other arm slammed on the big red button on the cockpit.
Sirens and war horns blared out horrible noise as the ship's many thrusters and boosters kicked into overdrive. The ship lurched forward heralding doom at full speed to the Eldar craftworld.
Blue lances from the escort fleet of the Aeldari struck the Rok tearing and burning chunks off as if they were slicing a large slab of meat. These chunks however still flew throughout the void at their intended target, for nothing would stop its impending doom save a god
Then a god appeared.
Bursting out from the craftworld's main dome as a ball of orange light the avatar of Khaine had launched itself towards the shipsmasha at full speed with enough anger to rival its accursed parallel. Raising its greatsword over its head it smacked the ork faceplate of the Rok steering the battering ram away from its target, like a batter at up at the plate.
The Rok's momentum was not dissuaded however as it shot out of the battle like a rocket from smoke before being punctured by eight beams of translucent energy, causing the shipsmasha to explode in a fiery inferno with parts shooting out in every direction available.
Kaelor craftworld, F.O.B. (Forward Operating Base) Delta-14, Med-Wing
Florence rested in the uncomfortable chair nervously. He was mainly worried about Lae'hariel but a smaller part of him worried about how he'd fought against the alien warlord.
It was a brutal savage display of anger instead of a fight that the warlord had so desperately. What concerned him on the sheer... rage he'd shown, but even after seeing his friend in that state that was no clause for his actions
He pondered on what he should do to fight this new side of his mind, but that planning ended came to an end as the sound of footfalls was growing at a rapid pace.
Turning his head showed a small Eldar child with tears in their eyes and a small satchel bouncing upon their hip running down the hall, he immediately brightened upon seeing a familiar face and raised from the metal folding chair.
Bending down on one knee he caught Male'ora in an embrace as she tried to squeeze the augmented shoulder skin and failed. "Thank you" the child whispered Florence pushed her back and tilted his head raising an eyebrow
"For what?" The girl wiped the tears and snot that were oozing down her face.
"For staying alive. I was so worried I would never see you again" The soldier chuckled softly at her concern
"Staying alive is my job, ya don't have to worry bout me little one"
Both the augmented human and the sensitive ears of the child did notice the heavy footfalls coming from down the hallway
An Eldar warrior sprinted down the hallway and locked his eyes on the girl, with a sudden blip the warrior appeared on the edge of Florence's vision
"Male'ora do you know this Mon'keigh?" The disgust in its voice passed through the translator, which confirmed Florence's suspicion that there was still some resentment in the craftworld
"This is the human that saved me, father! This is the one I told you about!" Male'ora was unperturbed by her father's behaviour, and the warrior visibly flinched
"I heard that you can speak our language without being taught is this true?" The father's arms were crossed in a defensive stance. Florence would have to choose his words very carefully
"That is true, but we have technology helping us"
"Good then listen very closely Mon'keigh" He leaned in over his daughter's head the eyes on his helmets staring into Florence's soul
"My family and I thank you for saving our daughter and we're in your debt" Florence froze still contemplating the warrior's gratitude but managed out a nod at the warrior and released the tension that was held in his back
The now distinctive clack of shoes against the metal stirred up once more and he carefully put the child in her father's arms and went to greet a recovered Lae'hariel, "I didn't expect you to recover so soon. Are you sure you're fine?"
"What can I say? I'm full of surprises" she turned to look at the father and daughter couple and moved a bit closer to Florence and whispered, "Could we talk in a place a bit more private?"
Florence turned to ask the father for a little privacy but was surprised when only air greeted him and Lae'Hariel, looking around for the missing duo he heard a soft chuckle emanate from his friend, "He's a warp spider they do that quite often"
The tiny grin that had formed on Lae'hariel's face washed away as she continued, "I need to thank you for saving my life". Florence tried to respond but was cut off by Lae'hariel "But we need to talk about your fight with the warboss"
The memory came quickly to Florence who'd been reminiscing about the very same thing only a few minutes ago, Florence gestured to another uncomfortable metal chair and the two began to chat
"What did you feel while fighting him?"
"Anger of course but also... satisfaction like I was enjoying beating him. I don't know where it came from, it's like someone implanted sheer rage into my head to make me fight like that"
"I'm going to check something in your mind hold still", while Lae'hariel wasn't as focused on her powers all Eldar were psykers and by focusing them to smell the taint of the ruinous powers sh-
A bright flash of golden light emanated from the temple of Florence branding the hand of Lae'hariel who quickly snapped it back "Ai! Koleshi!" Florence fell out of his chair out of shock trying to get away from his friend before doing more harm. A bright golden symbol appeared floating in front of his temple in a burning glow
It looked reminiscent of the cross but the arms were like teardrops focused on a diamond centre. A circle piercing through the teardrop arms made it unrecognizable to the two warriors
"What the fuck?!" It remained for only a few seconds before being sucked back into his head, and the soldier broke the silence "What in the bloody hell did ya do to me, lassie?"
Lae'hariel clutched her hand in pain and Florence decided to worry about weird fucking magic symbols later he moved to inspect the wound of the banshee, but she pushed him back with her non-scalded palm "Goddammit I can take care of myself! Stay away until we know it won't happen again"
Lae'hariel rushed down the hallway leaving the confused soldier standing there alone in the hallway becoming rapidly more concerned by the second
Immaterium,???
Erebos stood watching over his plans come apart at the seams. He'd adorned a calm and neutral face that quickly snapped into a deep scowl, and out of sheer rage he sent a random imperial ship into the realm of Khorne just to release his anger
Why? Why couldn't things just work in his favour just this one time, now he'd have to change and reorientate things again. He briefly considered just killing the girl but that idea was pushed aside, for his project would figure it out too quickly and that would ruin more stages
but another idea came to mind and it would accelerate his plans to fruition. He managed to lay a subtle lure for the awakened son and his soldiers, soon his project would see the depths of humanity's scum. It would be so satisfying for him
Concanid system,UNE 1st fleet flagship: Vancouver, bridge
"Ma'am the F.O.Bs have been deployed successfully on the craftworld, and troops warmachines have begun to to kill VITs" Sarah felt the tension from her shoulders loosen only a few millimetres with the good news
Her holographic display showed far greater success however, as her fleet managed to cordon off several sections of the ork fleet. The red dots and lines that represented the hulking amalgamations of metal turned grey in colour, then disappeared from the board entirely as they were destroyed.
The guns of the UNE fleet sung with pride shattering the hulks until they returned to the scrap metal they'd originated from. The translucent lances of antimatter caused the explosions to reflect the explosions, from the many munitions of the ork ships.
"Well it's the army's responsibility to clean them up now, PAU make sure that the Eldar ground forces are informed to coordinate troop counterattacks and F.O.B. Drop zones"
Kaelor craftworld, F.O.B. Delta-14, refugee area
Lae'hareil darted through the crowd of bustling refugees. The crowd rushed about either mourning or reuniting with loved ones, however unlike the crowd she was in a slight state of panic
A flurry of panicked and frightened thoughts turned into a hurricane of emotions, as she wondered if the ruinous powers had begun to corrupt Florence's mind
Her hand was throbbing and a quick glanced showed that the seared flesh was quite bloody, because the wound wasn't cauterized it drawer quite a lot of attention as Lae'hareil pushed through the crowd
The pain was the only thing truly keeping her thoughts under control, and for now it was providing another objective to distract her
She tried to focus her psychic powers to alleviate the pain, but they were exhausted with the attempt from earlier
A much smaller hand reached out for her bloodied palm and clasped it, "That looks bad miss"
Male'ora held onto the warrior lady's hurt hand so she could heal it, but the lady pulled it away before she could try
"Don't worry about it young one I'll be fi-" Male'ora grabbed the bleeding hand of Lae'hareil and focused her powers like she had with Florence
The seared flesh sealed up and began to repair itself, with the burn marks going from a deep scar to a red mark then simply a very warm hand
Lae'hareil had become quite familiar with the healers of her craftworld as of late, but never at the rate she was seeing now. Male'ora released her hand and with a quick bow she left the stunned warrior
Lae'hareil followed the child as she went about the assembled refugees who weren't in the medical wing, wether they were too proud or their injuries not considered serious enough the girl became a healing machine
Cuts and bruises simply disappeared with a glance and the deeper injuries fizzled away as the girl went from person to person
Lae'hareil watched in amazement for a while, but the girl soon seemed to slow in her movements and the healing slowed down as well. From her observation the girl was getting exhausted but she kept on
Keeping a closer watch on her with a tinge of concern proved to be the right course of action, as soon Male'ora stumbled and would've collapsed if Lae'hareil hadn't caught her
Once again in a slight purple flash the towering father of Male'ora appeared behind Lae'hareil, and without a word scooped the child into his arms and walked off to the nearest bed
Immaterium, the Eldar webway, Commorragh
"Master I don't know what else to tell you!" The farseer screamed as Asdrubael Vect squeezed her neck until the claws of his armour drew blood
"Tell me why you speak of deceit. Tell me the truth or I'll give you to the hamonculi" The supreme lord threw the girl across the room where they crumpled upon the ground, "Try again!"
Barely pushing her broken body the farseer's eyes glowed with the blue light of foresight. Vect shielded his eyes from the flash as he could feel his soul getting pulled closer to she who thirsts
"The hour of your fate approaches. One brother helped, one brother killed. They appear from the skies and shall light the ground on fire with holy light" The near possessed farseer extended her finger to point at the supreme lord archon of the Drukhari, "The curtain has begun to fall on your fate and none shall prevent it"
Accessing UNE database... ...
File found,file name: Raltek kingdom
The Raltekiens are short, small, fur covered mammals, as their average height remains at 5 feet, 3 inches. They're a bipedal mammal with a dense but short fur covering their entire body except their face, which changes from a deep brown to a light blond.
While not particularly agile and quite weak the Raltekiens had one advantage over the fauna and flora of Yougu: their intelligence.
They first evolved onto their home world during 1470 (Earth calendar), and began to achieve rapid technological advancements. The race have exceptionally high access to their brains neurones topping at 95% of their brain working at one time. This led to a natural affinity for technology and progress, with a industrial revolution happening during 1768-94 (Earth calendar). Because of their rapid technological ascension their politics focused on working with one another for the sake of progress, and as such the race adopted pacifism.
They expanded in the galaxy relatively unhindered for awhile meeting other races and learning from them, but the Raltek Kingdom was forced to raise arms against their southern neighbours: The Commonwealth of Man. The Raltekiens used their technological supremacy to beat back the aggressors form their borders, and fearing for their safety the kingdoms parliament decided to join the Cosmic Alliance.
Although pacifist in nature the military of the Raltekiens is mainly handled controlled drone ships, as they believe in preserving the intelligence of their own kin. As such the Raltekiens have created truly massive guns on their ships, with Dr. Lotiki Vonesh creating the giga-cannon in 2876
"Knowledge is power, but the pursuit of knowledge is peace. This peace creates people who discover more knowledge, and the cycle continues. Truly a wonderful thing" -Pogey Anold, ancient Raltekian philosopher
Hey guys! So got this chapter finally done, sorry about the late upload I came down with a slight case of rigor mortis caused by four massive projects at once. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as it wasn't as action packed like the last few. So to make it up to you readers I was thinking about maybe doing a QnA or something at the end of the next chapter, so leave a question in my pms or in the reviews and I'll answer them next chapter. Btw can you guess who I'm going after next ;)