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[WH40K] - Colonizing A Peaceful Planet

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Pyro Hawk said:
I actually knew the rest except for the Necrons which I must have missed us learning of. Except for this. When did this happen, because I'm wondering if I missed it or if I just don't remember that that was what happened and instead thought it was something more minor.
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That happened when you made the Froggo-Sentinel Pattern.
fireknight said:
I'm just curious why our pleasure world hasn't been reclassified yet.
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SegaCD said:
Inertia mostly
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Seriously, the paperpushers have actual civil wars if people change the filing system. Its Inertia All the way down.

And also because the world is still pretty good to relax on. Just don't go to three or four places, and you are golden!

Edit: BTW, I am not joking about the civil war thing. That happens.
 
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    The Deal Has Been Altered - Pt.5
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    • [X] Alaxa Inuras In: Gotta do what you gotta do!
    -[X] BURN THEM ALL! NO RETREAT, NO STEP BACK! FOR THE EMPEROR!
    The whole thing had been supposed to be simple.

    There was supposed to be a colonization, with another world added to the Imperium of Man at its end, another world for people to live on, for recruits, equipment, and food to be produced. Mayhaps a place for the elite to relax, where their deepest secrets could be found, recorded and exploited for future endeavors.

    Instead, something had a wrench thrown into the plan, de-railing it without effort over a few short years.

    And now, the whole project was edging on failure, all because of happenstance, Dark Age of Technology Artifacts being misused by the Dark Eldar, and Chaos deciding to attack a planet of such insignificant strategic and tactical value that even the Writ made it barely interesting for the Ecclesiarchy.

    But now was not the time to think back; now was the time to fight.

    Peeling herself out of the building Alaxa Inuras had been thrown into by a Greater Daemon before she delivered it a True Death. Walking to the hole her body had created, she stared down at the Emperors Plaza and the fighting currently happening beneath her. Interestingly enough, Shield-Captain Horacio Cocles stood within the middle of the plaza, shielding an unconscious Beastmen girl from an onslaught of daemons.

    But that was not the thing within Inuras Mind that took most of her attention. Instead, it was the slowly collapsing Warp Portal and the state of the Daemons within the Materium right now.

    The Portal hadn't been, despite her powers, closed by her, but by something... vaster. In intelligence. Strenght. Weight. Something alive, something that was very much displeased about the presence of Chaos within the system at large and on top of the planet in particular. However, the Daemons were much more of an enigma for her. She thought they were too fragile as she took one step forward, out of the hole.

    Her plunge, assisted by gravity and psychic might, shot her downward, spearing and splattering an unlucky daemonette onto the pavement. At the same time, her left hand crushed five bloodletters into an angry meatball without effort.

    All of them died.

    They died True Deaths, furthering the frenzy of those daemons within the Materium already, and too dumb to retreat to fight another day.

    She was curious and concerned, but it wasn't something Alaxa cared for right now; she could always puzzle and divine the reasons later, once there was not such an overwhelming amount of Chaos around her. Now was a time for war and a time for death.

    Fixing the skull atop her head that had become slightly loose, she stepped forward, running through the ranks of fighting and charging and dying daemons without care. No bullet or las found her body, no daemon stood long in her path, nothing impeded her stride as she carved a bloody path through the charging hordes on the verge of overwhelming the defenders of the Basilika of His Holy Hand.

    In moments like these, she was more than thankful that she had taken a moment to put on pants; nothing is more embarrassing than explaining to an Inquisitor what she was doing as they and their team analyzed her running around half-naked for days at a time.

    "FOR HIS GOLDEN ANGELS!!!"

    The screams of several dozen Beastmen ripped Alaxa out of her contemplation as she splattered a hundred Nurglings across a Steed of Slaanesh, the flick of her wrist severing its spine and using it to decapitate a Juggernaut beginning its charge.

    She didn't need to look over to read their minds, recognize their emotions, and see what was happening. It was something she had witnessed so many times that she could quickly determine if their charge would be met with bloody defeat or golden triumph. And it was a sacred charge, one born from righteous rage and holy wrath, where duty and service were more important than any place in history, page, or memory. One that gave metaphysical weight within the immaterial, if ever so slightly, yet she could feel that it wouldn't be enough.

    Not enough joined, and those brave soldiers would stem the tide for a few moments and then be ripped apart, leaving their comrades weakened for their bravery. Such scene played out all over the city; everywhere there were Custodes and Beastmen, Alaxa noticed.

    Well, it was a quick fix to give the charge what was needed to triumph.

    The human mind is ever so pliable, ever so influenced by those close by, and with barely any conscious effort, offense was sparked all over the city. Offense at the invaders daring to besmirch the world of their children. Offense at the deaths they had suffered from them and those that would fall due to their presence.

    Offense at the Beastmen being more brave and pious than them.

    Not even a second after she had heard the screams of the charging Beastmen, similar charges followed, with PDF and Militia both drawing either bayonet or chainsword, urged and shamed by commissar or sergeant to follow the bravery and example of their fellow soldiers in the holy cause of mankind and Emperor both.

    "What are you waiting for?!" A voice screamed behind Alaxa as she snapped a daemonette in half as she approached Horacio. "BURN THEM ALL! NO RETREAT, NO STEP BACK! FOR THE EMPEROR!"

    And with a scream, the defenders charged, prayer on their lips, faith in their hearts, and the Warp on their side.

    Alaxa Inuras made sure of that.

    "Alpha," came the deep voice of Horacio in front of her, the butt of his weapon striking the ground, cracking the rockcrete beneath. "I ask for your help," he spoke, looking at an amassing charge of Bloodletters and a giant Bloodthirster.

    "Always," Alaxa replied with a smile on her lips, reveling in the feeling of unease radiating from the Custodes even after all these years, walking forward shrouded in the arrogance that only knowledge of your limits and expertise could give in the face of adversaries.

    The horde began to charge, shouting profane invocations of Khorne's favor and exaltations of his might, the Bloodthirster at the front, claiming the skull of the psyker walking to meet her end at its blade.

    "Down," was all she needed to speak to shatter the Bloodthirster against the ground, breaking its Collar of Khorne with contemptuous ease.

    This would be an easy mop-up.

    [] The End Of A Nightmare
    -[] High In Orbit, Mighty In Armor, Baffled In Surprise
    -[] On The Ground, Amidst The Soldiers, Where Bonds Are Forged
    -[] Underneath His Aegis, Where The Children Are Laid To Rest
    -[] In The Chapels And Shrines, Guarded And Protected
    -[] Within A Hidden Tomb, Secured By Ancient Glory
    -[] Observed Far Away, Yet Brought Under Scrutiny
    -[] Can Only Herald More Hardship, So Says The Scripture
     
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    • Havalt300 said:
    Alpha
    I think that says it all.
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    HeroCooky said:
    All of them died.

    They died True Deaths, furthering the frenzy of those daemons within the Materium already, and too dumb to retreat to fight another day.

    She was curious and concerned, but it wasn't something Alaxa cared for right now; she could always puzzle and divine the reasons later, once there was not such an overwhelming amount of Chaos around her. Now was a time for war and a time for death.
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    She wasn't responsible for it.

    That means the power that lives on the planet was.

    That means THE ENTIRE DAEMONIC INCURSION JUST GOT TRUE KILLED.

    This literally changes everything.

    Like.

    Strategic Value Abso-fucking-lute.

    All that power that Chaos just threw at us is straight up gone and will never return to it.

    If we can truly ally with the being responsible and become able to repeat that in the wider galaxy, along with perfecting the process of creating True Souls like the Sylvaneth's shown they can do and deny the tiny amount of power that comes from impure souls-

    Yeah.

    Yeah, we could actually starve out the Chaos Gods.

    Holy shit.

    We just may have become as important as Terra.

    Now we just have to make sure Chaos doesn't realize what just happened and what is potentially about to drop on their heads before we turn out entire Star System into Pearl Harbor.

    Because when they find out...

    Forget Abaddon, LORGAR will becoming for us with everything Chaos can throw at us.

    Peaceful Planet my foot. HeroCooky has really earned that tag of 'lies everywhere'.
     
    so are we going to be turned into a war world, an agri world, whatever the church planets are called again, or a cemetery world after this? Because altering being sacked so many times I don't think we could pull off a pleasure world any more and we don't really have the infrastructure for a factory world or hive world.
     
    x0Nothing0x said:
    so are we going to be turned into a war world, an agri world, whatever the church planets are called again, or a cemetery world after this? Because altering being sacked so many times I don't think we could pull off a pleasure world any more and we don't really have the infrastructure for a factory world or hive world.
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    It's best to keep going with our plans for a Pleasure World right now, if only as a cover against Chaos realizing what is being quietly prepared against them.

    We have an amazing reason already to turn our planet into a large naval base due to the Warp Lane and everyone needing a place to dock.

    From there we can keep turning our place into a fortress for when it clicks what exactly they are looking at, any time we can buy with our efforts becoming a Pleasure World is needed.

    We also want to keep the Sylvaneth happy with us by not messing with their world too badly. We need that Pure Soul treatment perfected and in our hands, along with the True Death ability.

    Basically, we're now on a tightrope between keeping our world beautiful and the Sylvaneth happy, and keeping it productive and safe enough for the inevitable Chaos attack.
     
    x0Nothing0x said:
    so are we going to be turned into a war world, an agri world, whatever the church planets are called again, or a cemetery world after this? Because altering being sacked so many times I don't think we could pull off a pleasure world any more and we don't really have the infrastructure for a factory world or hive world.
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    We could always make it a holy world that is also a pleasure planet for all the more well off priests
     
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