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Solar Auxilia Officer Quest. A 30k Early Great Crusade quest.
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Can non-Lasrifle sections get veteran status and stats as well?
Hope is an illusion, especially in this grimdark setting.
I sincerely hope so, would like a second Wound for our Destroyers somewhat.
I doubt our Veteran Lasrifle Section will be levelling up to the next tier though, maybe after a few more battles.I'm also curious if our resident Revenant has a similar mechanic too with the rest of his fellow Legion brothers? That'll be interesting...
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Looking backwards, this is the one deployment that seemed most doomed to fail. It's like fighting a proto-Tyranid faction without the institutional knowledge. Even the Revenant Legion seems poorly fitted to the opponent.
My read is that the other deployments were going to be absolute meat grinders with some novel situations thrown in.
Either way, this really highlights just how fragile the Sola are. Wonder if they'll try and bring in Admech as a way of hardening us up?
My read is that the other deployments were going to be absolute meat grinders with some novel situations thrown in.
Either way, this really highlights just how fragile the Sola are. Wonder if they'll try and bring in Admech as a way of hardening us up?
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Define "bring in Admech"? Ask the Mechanicum to supply better arms? Contribute Legiones Skitarii as options? Supply Tech-Priests to the cohorts as mechanical and tech (no pun intended) support?
So was the moon the flesh blob was on top of destroyed as well by the 1st legion or is it still there.
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I figured they'd be most useful for bringing some armor or general mechanized units to the field. Iiiif I recall correctly the Admech should have things like a type of combat servitors that are essentially proto-dreadnaughts.
That and whatever bullshit the Admech would deploy given promise of contracts and colonization Rites on a portion of worlds.
It has been killed so hard that reality says they never existed.
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The Thallax?
Actually Emps already has access to proto-dreadnoughts, the mortals of Albia were using them.
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I'm honestly not very well versed on what should be available right now so I was mostly trying to fill in the blanks on what's missing.
They mentioned that a large reason for failure was a lack of armored assets and we obviously can't get a Leman Russ nor fill that gap with more Space Marines.
So I figured the most natural reaction is to try and get the Admech to lend support with whatever assets they have on hand. I suppose it should still be easier to mass produce upended servitors then the equivilent system for an armored human. In theoy at least.
If I was in Crusade Command right now I would be desperately searching for mass produce able ways to contest armor. Space Marines are great but the line needs to hold as well.
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Actually, Thallaxii are a valid unit choice in a Solar Auxilia army for Horus Heresy, alongside the Castellax-class combat robots. So it's not impossible that a Cohort like ours could end up getting a detachment from the Taghmata Omnissiah.
Though, I wouldn't call the Thallax a proto-Dreadnought, they're more like a Space Marine via cybernetics instead of biomodding, in my opinion.
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Especially since the Leman Russ hasn't been acquired and reintroduced yet. But I see your point. It might be simpler to introduce elements from their nominal ally than restructure the entirety of cohorts.
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The Imperium should have access to the various Malcadors, the Dracosan (transport Malcador with twin-linked lascannon) and the Minotaur (Malcador with two Earthshaker cannons fixed backwards) at this point, since they are noted to have been in use during the Unification Wars.
The Dracosan alone would do a lot for addressing our squishiness, I feel.
The crusade has tanks and stuff apparently they're just being used by the Imperial Army and not us right now. I guess high command just assumed we'd be fine as long as we were with Space marines or something. But I'm guessing eventually that flaw in our doctrine will be fixed and we'll get stuff like Malcador's, Carnodons and Sentinels.
I mean it was mostly dying.
It looks like the Marine Squad could have had things handled on their own, so maybe we could have had the Storm Axes go for the left flank and the 4th Rifle section help in the center.
Wouldn't have guaranteed that Highborn dying but would have been more effective for us overall.
I mean, we did choose to do the mission that was literally fighting a planet. I wanted to go to a tropical paradise fighting AI horrors but instead we had to fight a gargantuan organisms blood cells and watch tentacles rip ships out of the sky.
well, in the bright side, we don't became magical girl, so things are no so bad
Also, because I forgot.
1st legion: Shoves the 7th Verdyn Chemical Engineers out of the way and uses reality breaking weapons around them
9th Legion: *Possessively hugs the 7th Verdyn Chemical Engineers harder* "HIIIIIISSSSSS!"
1st legion: Shoves the 7th Verdyn Chemical Engineers out of the way and uses reality breaking weapons around them
9th Legion: *Possessively hugs the 7th Verdyn Chemical Engineers harder* "HIIIIIISSSSSS!"
Canon omake: Stygian Warriors
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Stygian Warriors
The Battle of the Red Frost was armageddon writ small.
Clashing Demi-gods, the skies weeping blood and other, unknowable fluids between flashes of the Boreal glow, the immense power of The Emperor of Mankind against the Priest-King. One would be forgiven for thinking that Terra was beginning to crack with the immense force wielded by the combatants. The Gene-Abominations clashing against the Legio Cataegis, grim mirrors of each other, that truly showed the transhuman might that could be unleashed by those who would claim the cradle of man. The silent reapers of the Custodian Guard, whose simple armour, crowned by peaked helms of auramite, could barely contain the utterly superb frames they contained, their every movement marking death to the precognitive Witches of the Maulland Sen.
To view it from above, the blurs of these augmented, ultra-powerful combatants could barely be seen. Each clash of that golden sword sending blinding peals of thunder. Weapon discharges so loud that the peasantry of the Ritual-Hive of Sval thought that the Four Gods had come from the heavens. In an ancient time, it might have even been called Ragnarok.
But the overwhelming ferocity, the timeless legends, the archives filled with the records of this battle of Unification, always fail to account for something far more, yet far less, critical to the outcome of the Northern War.
When the Emperor went North, the First of His Ten Thousand beside Him, accompanied by the Thunder Legion, armies of mortal men marched alongside him.
The Cold Warfare specialists of the Terrawatt Clan, one of the first to raise the banner of the Aquila, had been raised amongst the mountains of the Rals, honed in the defensive wars that they had waged with the Sibr Tribes of Ursh. Though they were the serfs and warriors of the theologiteks, they did not suffer from the technological scavenging that many of Terra's tribes and nations were forced to contend with, the forge-spires of Mount Narodnaya providing their arms and armour. In the burgeoning Imperium, they were some of the most uniform, veteran forces that could be brought to bear, vac-sealed carapace being a common sign among the mortal forces of the Emperor of the importance of the campaigns they were present for. In their thousands, these Voguls had helped claim regions of high altitude and at latitudes that would kill many of even the most hardened gene-warriors crafted outside of the Emperor's own hand.
As such, when the forces of the Emperor marched north, twenty two regiments of the Voguls marched with them, the hovering personnel carriers that in a previous era were used for ferrying ore to the orbital refineries now transporting nearly a million soldiers, transhuman warriors striding through the packed snow like it was air beside them.
A stray bolt of light, one cast forth from the dying remains of the Witch who had assaulted their Contingent, the horrifically mutated woman looking more like an animated corpse than a living person, impacted the boulder that the vanguard squad was hiding behind and instantly caused a baleful wail to fill the air. By the time the world stopped spinning and the bile had gone down for Kapitan Dragovich, what remained of the twelve man unit had been reduced to frozen meat and blood, the icy slush formed underneath twisting unnaturally as it formed a symbol that seemed to draw his eye, turning and turning and turning-
He cut his gaze away, the former border guard raising the plasma pistol and firing it at the charging Berzerker, the fanatic's torso exploding as his left arm, shoulder and chest was vaporised by the ultra-heated hydrogen. That the axe-wielding maniac continued despite the fact his heart and the majority of his internal organs were currently a red haze settling on the snow was a sign of the biological prowess of the Nordyc Hives, the combat drugs inside the fanatic not letting the beast realise he was dead. One would expect that the extreme temperatures would've killed the mountainous man well before he had reached the Ralman, the auspex of his helmet informing him that the air was twenty degrees below the freezing point and dropping with every murderous word said by the Witches. But the walking corpse in front of him, despite being clad only in his combat scars and armoured loincloth, seemingly didn't care, raising up the wickedly carved axe as he pushed past one of his Voguls, sending his tribesman flying with a single muscle-bound arm.
The Kapitan needn't worry though, for seconds later a blur intercepted the gene-enhanced man.
Great plated bronze, the teeth-rattling whine of powered servos and above the plume of horse-hair that marked the Legion Cataegis, the Thunder Warrior cleaved the brute in half with one swing of his roaring chainsword. The gene-warrior paused for but a single moment, his maddened, bloodshot eyes casting across the men of the Terrawatt frontiers, the veins of his neck pulsing with garish black fluids. The animalistic growl, coming from a man that stood so much larger than him, sent the Kapitan's mind back to when he was a child, the Chief of his tribe being mauled by a Sibr Wolf before his father's Mag-lock pierced its brain. For a moment, he was about to order his men to open fire against the battle-mad giant, but the beast turned away, loping off back towards the front, great stride devouring the distance with ease.
Shaking himself, his armour uncompromised and his unit still retaining 90% combat effectiveness, Dragovich called his orders into the vox, the auspex reading out a new wave of incoming Nordyc irregulars..
"Reorientate! Okhotnik to aim northwards! Those Fanatics are making another push! For the Czar and the Rals!"
"URA!"
As the Volkite Culverin was aimed towards the human skin-clad rabble making their way towards them, sending out deadly heat-lances that flash-boiled the snow and flesh that it passed through, the men of the frontier clans began sending lasfire of neutron blue to support.
The battle had been going for nearly twelve hours at this point, with the Kapitan's Voguls having been pushed up after the loss of one of the regiments to a gene-abomination attack. The deadly hybrid, a singular beast that combined vicious reptilian might with the ferocious charge of a Mega-Elk, had some form of magiya about it, flames burning with purple light wiping away entire segments of the regiment, its copper scales impervious to the blows of lesser men. One of the Emperor's Raptors had personally put it down, pulling forth a blade that had caused headaches amongst his men, despite being leagues from the battle itself, the glowing green of it visible over the horizon.
The ice had turned into nothing more than a field of red, the constant death and carnage was playing tricks on the Kapitan's eyes, he could swear he was seeing hooved men striding through beams of light, long, slavering tongues drooling as they stared at him with eyes the colour of brimstone, calling his name, calling him to charge, to battle, to die-
A second sun bloomed on the horizon.
Golden rays of sheer power, the wind rushing outwards as Dragovich was sure that an atomic detonation had come from the middle of the Nordyc lines.
The warmth of the explosion was not burning though, the thick plates of his war-carapace should've made any sort of heat or cold impossible to reach his skin. It instead felt like the few summer days he'd experienced, when his tribe went south to trade with several of Ursh's more mercantile hives. A warmth that promised peace, prosperity, but also could be turned to scorching destruction in the blink of an eye.
Across from their lines, the few Witches began to screech, their features catching alight, their eyes melting out of their sockets as they collapsed.
Voices in the vox, proclaiming victory even as the last of the fanatics charged towards the Voguls.
Dragovich would remember the Battle of the Red Frost, though future scholars would dub it the Battle of Maullend Sen instead, for the rest of his life, as one of cold, light and endless, flowing blood.
Years later, as the first of the ships ascended to the stars, Colonel Dragovich of the 144th Terrawatt Mountaineers wondered if he would see similar sights in the wars to come.
He would be wrong. What he would see in Sol and the worlds to come over the Great Crusade would be far worse.
Notes: Inspired by a single, throw away line from the Battle of Malland Sen wiki page, just an interesting idea for a type of regiment we could run into in the future.
Mostly written because the Unification Wars are such a cool setting.
The Battle of the Red Frost was armageddon writ small.
Clashing Demi-gods, the skies weeping blood and other, unknowable fluids between flashes of the Boreal glow, the immense power of The Emperor of Mankind against the Priest-King. One would be forgiven for thinking that Terra was beginning to crack with the immense force wielded by the combatants. The Gene-Abominations clashing against the Legio Cataegis, grim mirrors of each other, that truly showed the transhuman might that could be unleashed by those who would claim the cradle of man. The silent reapers of the Custodian Guard, whose simple armour, crowned by peaked helms of auramite, could barely contain the utterly superb frames they contained, their every movement marking death to the precognitive Witches of the Maulland Sen.
To view it from above, the blurs of these augmented, ultra-powerful combatants could barely be seen. Each clash of that golden sword sending blinding peals of thunder. Weapon discharges so loud that the peasantry of the Ritual-Hive of Sval thought that the Four Gods had come from the heavens. In an ancient time, it might have even been called Ragnarok.
But the overwhelming ferocity, the timeless legends, the archives filled with the records of this battle of Unification, always fail to account for something far more, yet far less, critical to the outcome of the Northern War.
When the Emperor went North, the First of His Ten Thousand beside Him, accompanied by the Thunder Legion, armies of mortal men marched alongside him.
The Cold Warfare specialists of the Terrawatt Clan, one of the first to raise the banner of the Aquila, had been raised amongst the mountains of the Rals, honed in the defensive wars that they had waged with the Sibr Tribes of Ursh. Though they were the serfs and warriors of the theologiteks, they did not suffer from the technological scavenging that many of Terra's tribes and nations were forced to contend with, the forge-spires of Mount Narodnaya providing their arms and armour. In the burgeoning Imperium, they were some of the most uniform, veteran forces that could be brought to bear, vac-sealed carapace being a common sign among the mortal forces of the Emperor of the importance of the campaigns they were present for. In their thousands, these Voguls had helped claim regions of high altitude and at latitudes that would kill many of even the most hardened gene-warriors crafted outside of the Emperor's own hand.
As such, when the forces of the Emperor marched north, twenty two regiments of the Voguls marched with them, the hovering personnel carriers that in a previous era were used for ferrying ore to the orbital refineries now transporting nearly a million soldiers, transhuman warriors striding through the packed snow like it was air beside them.
A stray bolt of light, one cast forth from the dying remains of the Witch who had assaulted their Contingent, the horrifically mutated woman looking more like an animated corpse than a living person, impacted the boulder that the vanguard squad was hiding behind and instantly caused a baleful wail to fill the air. By the time the world stopped spinning and the bile had gone down for Kapitan Dragovich, what remained of the twelve man unit had been reduced to frozen meat and blood, the icy slush formed underneath twisting unnaturally as it formed a symbol that seemed to draw his eye, turning and turning and turning-
He cut his gaze away, the former border guard raising the plasma pistol and firing it at the charging Berzerker, the fanatic's torso exploding as his left arm, shoulder and chest was vaporised by the ultra-heated hydrogen. That the axe-wielding maniac continued despite the fact his heart and the majority of his internal organs were currently a red haze settling on the snow was a sign of the biological prowess of the Nordyc Hives, the combat drugs inside the fanatic not letting the beast realise he was dead. One would expect that the extreme temperatures would've killed the mountainous man well before he had reached the Ralman, the auspex of his helmet informing him that the air was twenty degrees below the freezing point and dropping with every murderous word said by the Witches. But the walking corpse in front of him, despite being clad only in his combat scars and armoured loincloth, seemingly didn't care, raising up the wickedly carved axe as he pushed past one of his Voguls, sending his tribesman flying with a single muscle-bound arm.
The Kapitan needn't worry though, for seconds later a blur intercepted the gene-enhanced man.
Great plated bronze, the teeth-rattling whine of powered servos and above the plume of horse-hair that marked the Legion Cataegis, the Thunder Warrior cleaved the brute in half with one swing of his roaring chainsword. The gene-warrior paused for but a single moment, his maddened, bloodshot eyes casting across the men of the Terrawatt frontiers, the veins of his neck pulsing with garish black fluids. The animalistic growl, coming from a man that stood so much larger than him, sent the Kapitan's mind back to when he was a child, the Chief of his tribe being mauled by a Sibr Wolf before his father's Mag-lock pierced its brain. For a moment, he was about to order his men to open fire against the battle-mad giant, but the beast turned away, loping off back towards the front, great stride devouring the distance with ease.
Shaking himself, his armour uncompromised and his unit still retaining 90% combat effectiveness, Dragovich called his orders into the vox, the auspex reading out a new wave of incoming Nordyc irregulars..
"Reorientate! Okhotnik to aim northwards! Those Fanatics are making another push! For the Czar and the Rals!"
"URA!"
As the Volkite Culverin was aimed towards the human skin-clad rabble making their way towards them, sending out deadly heat-lances that flash-boiled the snow and flesh that it passed through, the men of the frontier clans began sending lasfire of neutron blue to support.
The battle had been going for nearly twelve hours at this point, with the Kapitan's Voguls having been pushed up after the loss of one of the regiments to a gene-abomination attack. The deadly hybrid, a singular beast that combined vicious reptilian might with the ferocious charge of a Mega-Elk, had some form of magiya about it, flames burning with purple light wiping away entire segments of the regiment, its copper scales impervious to the blows of lesser men. One of the Emperor's Raptors had personally put it down, pulling forth a blade that had caused headaches amongst his men, despite being leagues from the battle itself, the glowing green of it visible over the horizon.
The ice had turned into nothing more than a field of red, the constant death and carnage was playing tricks on the Kapitan's eyes, he could swear he was seeing hooved men striding through beams of light, long, slavering tongues drooling as they stared at him with eyes the colour of brimstone, calling his name, calling him to charge, to battle, to die-
A second sun bloomed on the horizon.
Golden rays of sheer power, the wind rushing outwards as Dragovich was sure that an atomic detonation had come from the middle of the Nordyc lines.
The warmth of the explosion was not burning though, the thick plates of his war-carapace should've made any sort of heat or cold impossible to reach his skin. It instead felt like the few summer days he'd experienced, when his tribe went south to trade with several of Ursh's more mercantile hives. A warmth that promised peace, prosperity, but also could be turned to scorching destruction in the blink of an eye.
Across from their lines, the few Witches began to screech, their features catching alight, their eyes melting out of their sockets as they collapsed.
Voices in the vox, proclaiming victory even as the last of the fanatics charged towards the Voguls.
Dragovich would remember the Battle of the Red Frost, though future scholars would dub it the Battle of Maullend Sen instead, for the rest of his life, as one of cold, light and endless, flowing blood.
Years later, as the first of the ships ascended to the stars, Colonel Dragovich of the 144th Terrawatt Mountaineers wondered if he would see similar sights in the wars to come.
He would be wrong. What he would see in Sol and the worlds to come over the Great Crusade would be far worse.
Notes: Inspired by a single, throw away line from the Battle of Malland Sen wiki page, just an interesting idea for a type of regiment we could run into in the future.
Mostly written because the Unification Wars are such a cool setting.
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In light of how Hostile attrition rolls work... Sending those two there was worth.
... truthfully though, the RNG giveth and taketh, and there was a chance the Revenant could have been lost due to the Attrition roll as well. :/
I'll still take the Space Marine squad living if it means having that connection still.
The Storm Axes will be remembered for being the Attrition magnet for the Revenants in the right Flank! *Insert French salutations here!* 
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This is the first time the Imperium is deploying on small moons and the like and waging biiiiiig battles. Right now, the Imperium doesn't quite yet have vacuum sealed Dracosans, Malcador tanks, and early Sentinel Patterns, modified for variable gravities, in quantities large enough to deploy on airless inhospitable moons.
They have the vehicles. But you can't deploy a Merican Armoured regiment with relic DAOT tanks and the finest Malcador tanks the Imperium can produce, onto a vacuum, or a world with a hostile atmosphere, without modifying and retraining.
The best Saturnyne will have some of them, and the Admech might have some designs for Mars, Venus, Mercury. The Solar Reclamation and the early Great Crusade are being fought in kind of a hurry because with the Age of Strife warp storms dying down, its a race against the clock.
Battleherb
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Sorry if it's somewhere obvious and I've just missed it, but there was some refrence a bit ago to a discord? Where might I get a invite for that?
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