Bellator the Loyal, Chosen Herald of the Golden God Emperor
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Bellators Meeting
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Bellator the Loyal, Herald of the Emperor is commanding the Shattered Shield. A noble alliance of knights and imperial guardsmen. Powerful Orks have come to his world and put every man, woman, and child they meet to the Choppa or Shoota.
Bellator was slain, laid low by a Gretchen assassins blade. Yet he returned, and he has formed a strong willed resistance to the orkoid infestation. The Shields of Terra and the local Mechanicus has both marched to destroy the orks for their own reasons.
Bellator was called to meet with both of the leading forces, one of them Brutus the only marine Bellator had ever formed strong connections with. The other simply referred to themself as Forgemaster X-43.
Bellators Knight Paladin and formation of imperial vehicles crawled torwards the encampment. Servitor Sentries and Serf Marksmen kept a keen eye from fortified kill zones. The convoy stopped inside the camps walls. Disgorging their guard, and Bellator dismounting his loyal knight. It's watchful gaze seeming to track him entering the command building.
Bellator was amazed, the advanced and quick construction was a testament to the power and dedication the marines brought to war. The Shields of Terra were champions through and through.
He was a man among angels, their presence all around him. Yet he stood tall, someone had to for he represented the mortal survivors. He stood high and strode torwards the central command station. And there stood the grim determined features etched on the face of Brutus. And for a moment those features softened.
"Of course you would survive all this! A cockroach of a man if I'd ever met one! Brothers we are within august company today. For Bellator has crawled out of this orkish hell to our table."
A cocophany of assents were heard as the marines bowed their heads. He may have been a man, but he'd done great services upon the chapter in his short life, and he'd even survived this invasion.
Bellator spoke out "Well met to you Brutus! I am glad you and your brothers have descended to wage war with us. I have been appointed head of the shattered shield. And i come to formally request an alliance with you to destroy this filthy Ork infestation."
Brutus grimaced once more before speaking.
"I fear matters are more complicated then you declare. The chapter....has to recover what rightfully belongs to the chapter. And we will not accept anyone else reclaiming this."
Bellator looked on steeling his resolve "I have no intention of stealing from you, but we will repel these orks. If it must be by ourselves then we shall....but I would stand beside you, angels of the emperor, please let us come to an agreement. So that we shall not shed the blood of our fellow Imperials.
What shall Bellator and Brutus agree to in order to eatablish an alliance?
The Space Marines Objectives:
-secure strange ork tech
-secure chapter relics
-deny the mechanicus any salvage of marine relics
What is Bellator willing to do in order tovearn their aid? Bellator owns one significant favor
[]- bellator vows to deny Mechanicus any yield of technology and actively force them away from such
-comes with full marine support.
[]- bellator is willing to forge compromise, all chapter relics will be returned to them, but technology within the hulk of different origins will be shared.
-zero cost by itself
-costs a significant favor to include Mechanicus provided a deal is made
Bellator was slain, laid low by a Gretchen assassins blade. Yet he returned, and he has formed a strong willed resistance to the orkoid infestation. The Shields of Terra and the local Mechanicus has both marched to destroy the orks for their own reasons.
Bellator was called to meet with both of the leading forces, one of them Brutus the only marine Bellator had ever formed strong connections with. The other simply referred to themself as Forgemaster X-43.
Bellators Knight Paladin and formation of imperial vehicles crawled torwards the encampment. Servitor Sentries and Serf Marksmen kept a keen eye from fortified kill zones. The convoy stopped inside the camps walls. Disgorging their guard, and Bellator dismounting his loyal knight. It's watchful gaze seeming to track him entering the command building.
Bellator was amazed, the advanced and quick construction was a testament to the power and dedication the marines brought to war. The Shields of Terra were champions through and through.
He was a man among angels, their presence all around him. Yet he stood tall, someone had to for he represented the mortal survivors. He stood high and strode torwards the central command station. And there stood the grim determined features etched on the face of Brutus. And for a moment those features softened.
"Of course you would survive all this! A cockroach of a man if I'd ever met one! Brothers we are within august company today. For Bellator has crawled out of this orkish hell to our table."
A cocophany of assents were heard as the marines bowed their heads. He may have been a man, but he'd done great services upon the chapter in his short life, and he'd even survived this invasion.
Bellator spoke out "Well met to you Brutus! I am glad you and your brothers have descended to wage war with us. I have been appointed head of the shattered shield. And i come to formally request an alliance with you to destroy this filthy Ork infestation."
Brutus grimaced once more before speaking.
"I fear matters are more complicated then you declare. The chapter....has to recover what rightfully belongs to the chapter. And we will not accept anyone else reclaiming this."
Bellator looked on steeling his resolve "I have no intention of stealing from you, but we will repel these orks. If it must be by ourselves then we shall....but I would stand beside you, angels of the emperor, please let us come to an agreement. So that we shall not shed the blood of our fellow Imperials.
What shall Bellator and Brutus agree to in order to eatablish an alliance?
The Space Marines Objectives:
-secure strange ork tech
-secure chapter relics
-deny the mechanicus any salvage of marine relics
What is Bellator willing to do in order tovearn their aid? Bellator owns one significant favor
[]- bellator vows to deny Mechanicus any yield of technology and actively force them away from such
-comes with full marine support.
[]- bellator is willing to forge compromise, all chapter relics will be returned to them, but technology within the hulk of different origins will be shared.
-zero cost by itself
-costs a significant favor to include Mechanicus provided a deal is made
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Meeting the Priesthood of Mars
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Brutus smiled, his friend was willing to forge this deal, even if it ruined his reputation with the chapter. All to save the populace of his splintering world.
Bellator climbed into his knight, eagerly awaiting it's rider to did it's sacred charge. With that the guardsmen piled into their transports and forming up behind their fearless leader. He had seen them the many battles, and they'd follow him I hell itself if he demanded it.
Bellator was unsure of the mechanicus, they his technology, they reached their tendrils into everything they could. Even the knights themselves were being feasted upon by the hungry red beast. But they were unmatched in expertise and fervor.
The March was uneventful any orks I the region being endlessly pursued by skitarii patrol. Some of which shadowed them at a distance. The mechanicus encampment is surrounded by thick prefabricated walls, heavy turrets and artillery.
Within their walked fortress they'd called down from the skies, there was neat formations of skitarii, at the Rea for war, the visiting forces of Bellator guided to designated unload zone.
And then....they were told to wait. This incensed Bellator, they had accepted his call and now they made him wait? Was this because he visited the marines first? It didn't matter. It only deepened his distaste for the fanatic tech zealots.
By the time their liason arrived to escort them for the diplomatic talks it had been a day and a half. Bellator would not forget this purposeful slight, he had spent the time double checking his knight, even talking to the imperial guard with him who crewed the chimeras. It was an interesting cross-training moment. Discussing the stressors that most challenged their vehicles of choice.
The march to meet the mechanicus head of the base was stressful. The camp never silenced, yet there was always many eyes or viewers watching. And the mechanicus fortifactions looked as if they were erected with more long term accomodations in mind. The long trek into the bowels of the command building certainly spoke to that.
Winding corridors going by forges, storage rooms, and infrastructure like reactors and cogitators. The Forgemaster X-37 was however not sitting on high somewhere, quite the contrary they were proverbially speaking knee deep in the machinery helping tear out the fried and overloaded components. Propelled by a set of extremely powerful, long mechanical tendrils.
The complete lack of legs was unsettling to say the least but didn't disrupt X-37 in the least. Gliding forth to meet Bellator personally.
"Greetings to you Bellator, i see rumors of your death are...greatly exaggerated. Very good, follow me to my personal forge on-hand."
Bellator was offput by the priests knowledge, and imposing figure when stalking around on their tendrils with the calculating stare of a surgeon.
The personal forge of X-37 was impressive I scope, easily able to fit several knights in full stance. The dominating occupier was a series of servitors, vat-grown, sculpted for ideal physique, and cybernetically augmented with some top notch weapons and armor plating. There was three of them, their bulk on par with space marines.
"Do you like them? They are my personal project, something to evolve the currently....limited uses of infantry to combat knights."
Bellator was struck silent, staring more intently at the custom built monstrosities, they were indeed armed heavily enough that hunting knights down was potentially within their means. Lance's design to destroy armored joints or skewer smaller targets wholesale, krak launchers with high yield armor penetrating warheads
Bellators chest swelled, an energy within him kindling at this clear challenge not only to him, but to his very people's way of life.
"Listen to me and listen carefully, I have not made it this long, killed this many greenskins, saved this many people, nor stood up to angels of death simply for you to enter the scene and ruin everything I've worked hard for. That my men have worked hard for. The Astartes stand with me, and we will take that infernal hulk from the bastard greenskins. I came here to offer you a place among us when we ushered assured victory into this worlds tomorrow, but if you won't stand beside us, then we will leave you behind, and you will get nothing."
There was a long silence as these words played out, being processed and disected for meanings.
The priest spoke again "You command alliance with the marines? Hmm i see to have underestimated you. Never the less there is relics within that rightfully belong to the omnis-"
Bellators face expression and sudden movement cut him off "I have already ensured that all relics within with space marine origins will go to the shields of Terra, anf that we will share any non-marine technologies. You can either abide by us with this, or you can be purposely negated any technologies we find be it within our power."
There was a malicious glint within the forgemasters optics.
"Or we could kill all of you, frame the orks, and carry on without the assistance of the marines...."
"No you will not lay me low, not only would my brothers and sisters turn on you, but the marines would likely take up arms as well. You have a simple choice ahead of you."
The telescoping lenses zoomed and unfocused at will, the whir of machinery in the lab silenced at a non-verbal command.
"You play a very dangerous game simian. We will take a copy of all technology not relating to the marines, and we will expect to keep this facility present after the invasion, my lord."
Bellator processed his stipulations when those last words struck.
"...Lord?"
The red hood was pulled back to reveal a human skull absolutely surrounded by wires, bits of plating, and more.
"Yes, the Mechanicus as the highest present imperial authority can only make such binding deals with those of status. You are ti our reckoning the highest ranked living imperial. Therefore it is only natural that Lea the defense and counter attack you are the new lord."
Vote Options: Mechanicus
Agenda:
-secure technology
-expand powerbase by maintaining field headquarters after emergency passes.
-want to appoint Bellator as lord to make said deals and potentially more.
Does bellator accept the mechanicus nomination for lordship?
[] Yes
[] No
Does bellator want to make any alterations to the deal as proposed?
-mechanicus will nominate Bellator as new lord
-mechanicus will support assaults
-mechanicus will avoid causing issues with the space marines
[] Write-in
Bellator climbed into his knight, eagerly awaiting it's rider to did it's sacred charge. With that the guardsmen piled into their transports and forming up behind their fearless leader. He had seen them the many battles, and they'd follow him I hell itself if he demanded it.
Bellator was unsure of the mechanicus, they his technology, they reached their tendrils into everything they could. Even the knights themselves were being feasted upon by the hungry red beast. But they were unmatched in expertise and fervor.
The March was uneventful any orks I the region being endlessly pursued by skitarii patrol. Some of which shadowed them at a distance. The mechanicus encampment is surrounded by thick prefabricated walls, heavy turrets and artillery.
Within their walked fortress they'd called down from the skies, there was neat formations of skitarii, at the Rea for war, the visiting forces of Bellator guided to designated unload zone.
And then....they were told to wait. This incensed Bellator, they had accepted his call and now they made him wait? Was this because he visited the marines first? It didn't matter. It only deepened his distaste for the fanatic tech zealots.
By the time their liason arrived to escort them for the diplomatic talks it had been a day and a half. Bellator would not forget this purposeful slight, he had spent the time double checking his knight, even talking to the imperial guard with him who crewed the chimeras. It was an interesting cross-training moment. Discussing the stressors that most challenged their vehicles of choice.
The march to meet the mechanicus head of the base was stressful. The camp never silenced, yet there was always many eyes or viewers watching. And the mechanicus fortifactions looked as if they were erected with more long term accomodations in mind. The long trek into the bowels of the command building certainly spoke to that.
Winding corridors going by forges, storage rooms, and infrastructure like reactors and cogitators. The Forgemaster X-37 was however not sitting on high somewhere, quite the contrary they were proverbially speaking knee deep in the machinery helping tear out the fried and overloaded components. Propelled by a set of extremely powerful, long mechanical tendrils.
The complete lack of legs was unsettling to say the least but didn't disrupt X-37 in the least. Gliding forth to meet Bellator personally.
"Greetings to you Bellator, i see rumors of your death are...greatly exaggerated. Very good, follow me to my personal forge on-hand."
Bellator was offput by the priests knowledge, and imposing figure when stalking around on their tendrils with the calculating stare of a surgeon.
The personal forge of X-37 was impressive I scope, easily able to fit several knights in full stance. The dominating occupier was a series of servitors, vat-grown, sculpted for ideal physique, and cybernetically augmented with some top notch weapons and armor plating. There was three of them, their bulk on par with space marines.
"Do you like them? They are my personal project, something to evolve the currently....limited uses of infantry to combat knights."
Bellator was struck silent, staring more intently at the custom built monstrosities, they were indeed armed heavily enough that hunting knights down was potentially within their means. Lance's design to destroy armored joints or skewer smaller targets wholesale, krak launchers with high yield armor penetrating warheads
Bellators chest swelled, an energy within him kindling at this clear challenge not only to him, but to his very people's way of life.
"Listen to me and listen carefully, I have not made it this long, killed this many greenskins, saved this many people, nor stood up to angels of death simply for you to enter the scene and ruin everything I've worked hard for. That my men have worked hard for. The Astartes stand with me, and we will take that infernal hulk from the bastard greenskins. I came here to offer you a place among us when we ushered assured victory into this worlds tomorrow, but if you won't stand beside us, then we will leave you behind, and you will get nothing."
There was a long silence as these words played out, being processed and disected for meanings.
The priest spoke again "You command alliance with the marines? Hmm i see to have underestimated you. Never the less there is relics within that rightfully belong to the omnis-"
Bellators face expression and sudden movement cut him off "I have already ensured that all relics within with space marine origins will go to the shields of Terra, anf that we will share any non-marine technologies. You can either abide by us with this, or you can be purposely negated any technologies we find be it within our power."
There was a malicious glint within the forgemasters optics.
"Or we could kill all of you, frame the orks, and carry on without the assistance of the marines...."
"No you will not lay me low, not only would my brothers and sisters turn on you, but the marines would likely take up arms as well. You have a simple choice ahead of you."
The telescoping lenses zoomed and unfocused at will, the whir of machinery in the lab silenced at a non-verbal command.
"You play a very dangerous game simian. We will take a copy of all technology not relating to the marines, and we will expect to keep this facility present after the invasion, my lord."
Bellator processed his stipulations when those last words struck.
"...Lord?"
The red hood was pulled back to reveal a human skull absolutely surrounded by wires, bits of plating, and more.
"Yes, the Mechanicus as the highest present imperial authority can only make such binding deals with those of status. You are ti our reckoning the highest ranked living imperial. Therefore it is only natural that Lea the defense and counter attack you are the new lord."
Vote Options: Mechanicus
Agenda:
-secure technology
-expand powerbase by maintaining field headquarters after emergency passes.
-want to appoint Bellator as lord to make said deals and potentially more.
Does bellator accept the mechanicus nomination for lordship?
[] Yes
[] No
Does bellator want to make any alterations to the deal as proposed?
-mechanicus will nominate Bellator as new lord
-mechanicus will support assaults
-mechanicus will avoid causing issues with the space marines
[] Write-in
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That is not dead which can eternal lie,And with strange aeons even death may die.
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"Hey just wanted to say if no one votes on this before tomorrow, im gonna go with accepts nomination and current terms. I realize it isn't the most exciting phase of the quest right now, and I'd like to get to more of the stuff i have prepared."
Edit: In case you took notice im reviving the quests I enjoyed from before now that I have more experience. If I have a single vote on them they'll continue this is both to flex my brains creative side and stress test a more consistent pace of writing.
Edit: In case you took notice im reviving the quests I enjoyed from before now that I have more experience. If I have a single vote on them they'll continue this is both to flex my brains creative side and stress test a more consistent pace of writing.
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