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by Bolslania » Sat Nov 02, 2019 12:02 pm
by Britanania » Sun Nov 03, 2019 6:56 pm
by Bolslania » Sun Nov 03, 2019 9:19 pm
Britanania wrote:0851 First Battalion, III Arrageois Regiment. Near Fort Travium
The only sounds that run in the Guards' ears were the Krieg artillery pounding the already battered walls of the island fort. In less than 15 minutes the Arrageois forces, supported by the Cadian AT troopers, reached Fort Travium. The lack of enemy gunfire on the way over clued them in that the evacuation order heard was in fact not a diversion or a trick, but a genuine order. The only ones left in the fort itself were the dead and wounded. As for the wounded, the order was clear: no quarter. Every corpse was given the bayonet, just to be sure, and anyone suspected of being alive was given the same treatment. Not even the wounded militia from the earlier attack against the Cadians and Morridanes near the bridge were spared.
Meanwhile, so his men weren't bombarded into the Warp, d'Orleans ordered his vox-casters to send word to the Krieg to halt the bombardment.
"Gravediggers, Gravediggers, do you copy? This is Black Eagle One. We're going to need you to quiet those guns, we're the enemy is nowhere in sight. Over."
0945 First Battalion, III Arrageois Regiment. Fort Travium
As the Arrageois and their allies began setting up their defences of both the fort and the southern bridge--anything to bolster their position before the enemy launched a counter-attack--movement along the southern bank of the Erkalion alerted the outer patrols. D'Orleans, who was setting up a makeshift headquarters, was quickly informed of the development. The aristocratic soldier frowned.
"A vast multitude of refugees you say? We can't let them cross, we don't have the resources to shelter or feed them, and with that many, we can't be sure there aren't enemy forces with them." D'Orleans violently smashed his hand on a nearby table.
"Merde, this was their plan along with this evacuation, wasn't it? Tell the guards to keep them from crossing at all costs."
0948 Leviathan-class Capitol Imperialis Minerva Invicta
The vox-caster signal officers informed Marshal d'Arras of the developments near the fort, including the hordes of refugees. The elder officer shared his subordinates apprehension, of course, and was certain that the heretics were planning something.
"Get me into contact with the high command, ASAP," he barked to one of the nearby vox-casters.
"Aquilla, Aquilla, this is Black Eagle Zero, do you copy? We have a situation near the southern bridge. Civvies are trying to cross, they stink of heresy and we are refusing them access. Do you have further instructions? Over."
by Acerbez » Sun Nov 03, 2019 9:46 pm
by Union Princes » Mon Nov 04, 2019 2:09 pm
Britanania wrote:0851 First Battalion, III Arrageois Regiment. Near Fort Travium
The only sounds that run in the Guards' ears were the Krieg artillery pounding the already battered walls of the island fort. In less than 15 minutes the Arrageois forces, supported by the Cadian AT troopers, reached Fort Travium. The lack of enemy gunfire on the way over clued them in that the evacuation order heard was in fact not a diversion or a trick, but a genuine order. The only ones left in the fort itself were the dead and wounded. As for the wounded, the order was clear: no quarter. Every corpse was given the bayonet, just to be sure, and anyone suspected of being alive was given the same treatment. Not even the wounded militia from the earlier attack against the Cadians and Morridanes near the bridge were spared.
Meanwhile, so his men weren't bombarded into the Warp, d'Orleans ordered his vox-casters to send word to the Krieg to halt the bombardment.
"Gravediggers, Gravediggers, do you copy? This is Black Eagle One. We're going to need you to quiet those guns, we're the enemy is nowhere in sight. Over."
by Morrdh » Mon Nov 04, 2019 2:50 pm
by Bolslania » Mon Nov 04, 2019 3:07 pm
Acerbez wrote:Southern Bridge, Fort Travium.
0956As the Fort Awaited its orders from its higher ups on how to specifically deal with the growing situation of civilians, the crowd itself was growing exponentially at increased rates.
At first, thousands and thousands. Men, women, and children, young, old, fit, and disabled. From any position whether it be the bridge itself or the broken ramparts of the Fort, the growing mass was clear and obvious. The darkened hive devoid of power was regurgitating its populace outward in a steady stream of humanity... Beaten, tired, and teary eyed humanity, simply looking for a charitable hand and merciful understanding. A fractured humanity dispersed in the eyes and faces of the civilians just recently held captive by the diabolical Vizier, seeking haven and asylum in the embrace of their emperor and his agents.
Numbers peaked at the influx as the thousands now begun to run near a hundred thousand with no sign of an end to the people that came crawling from the hive to the southern banks. Some holding sacks and luggage, as much as they could carry, others empty handed with only the clothes on their back and the fallen ashes of war smeared across their nose and mouth. Children holding the hands of distant relatives or sometimes strangers, looking back at the darkness they were leaving behind and only slightly cheery at the prospect of light across the river.
Being told on pain of death to cease their advance, the stricken eyes of many looked to the Arrageois and Cadian 34th that prodded and insisted they step back and step no further.
"M-m-my husband! Corporal Yati, he's the PDF! He's on the other side, please!" a brown haired middle aged woman shouted, dried tears lined her cheeks to her chin. Tinted greyish black with soot and dirt.
"WE'RE HUNGRY! WE HAVEN'T EATEN FOR DAYS! PLEASE!" A garbled man in robes shouted with his hand extended over the shoulder of the individual in front of him. Weakly resting but being thrown to and fro from the movement of the crowd.
In the middle of the crowd from an unknown individual, shouting within the constant chatter, "We have children! By the emperor, you must let us pass!"
A woman with a bundle that was shaped like a baby, wrapped in a dirty tattered creme colored blanket did her utmost to shove and make space with her elbows while begging someone to take her child. "Take them with you please! He is clean of taint, I swear by the god emperor himself, please just take my baby!"
Given only the shortest glances and ignored largely by all, there seemed to be no love amongst themselves as their priorities were entirely their own. The wave of moving feet and shoving from even the furthest reaches of the crowd would surge and grow to monumental force from sheer reaction, finding its way to the front and inching the refugees ever closer to the invisible line in front of the barricades the loyalists established. Testing the very patience of those sent to deliver them from chaos and rebellion.
Dirties hands reaching out, pleas of attention, assistance, and enquiries ranging in topic of loved ones, food, and loyalist intent created a cacophony of chatter thrown at the most forward elements of the blockade. So much movement, so much confusion and angst, it was difficult to breathe at times. Clutching their belongings so tightly, eyes shifting endlessly, the civilians demanded answers and reprieve. Small pockets of silent and straight faced individuals, glaring at the manned barricade itself while clasping their personal items. Sneering at the condescending guardsmen who felt so above them, reeking of self proclaimed superiority, playing the holier neighbor. The likes of which insists your homage is not the same nor equal to theirs, so you are left without blessing from the Holy emperor.
Or perhaps it was a snide glare of the mutiny that had engulfed Korinthia, it's hard to say among the thousands of faces.
A friendly Korinthian PDF Sargent would be heard shouting oursode of D'Orleans tent among a group of his own compatriots.
"You have to let them pass! They're still loyal! Please!!" he shouted while being held back by other soldiers. "You don't understand" he cried pleadingly.
Held at his arms just under his shoulders, he slumped so that is feet hung slightly dipping into the broken soil of Fort Travium as soldiers held him hoisted up.
His head down, the shadow of his helmet and its visor hiding his eyes and sorrow filled visage. Slowly stating, coldly, yet somehow intertwined with the purest essence of compassion and caring.
"Our... Our families are still over there... I.. I have a daughter... And a Wife.. Our families. We're good Emperor fearing people. Please by all that is good, by all that the emperor shines his holy light upon, let them through..." he ended with a whimper and show of tears. The thought of guns pointed at his ilk tearing him apart.
His sentiments shared deeply through the Korinthian PDF as they looked at his and back to the other Regimental commanders and staff and nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile the shouting, and shoving, only escalating further. Through the legs of the crowd at the foremost front poked a small head. Reddish brown hair layered by a light grey hood from his garment. Not older than 11 years old, smothered with grime and dirt, this boy had found his way from the middle. Unable to deal with the stampede like conditions set forth upon him, he broke through and nimbly navigated his exit to reach the front barricade almost entirely by sheer luck. Grasping only a small dirt brown bag that seemed to cover his entire stomach.
He began to take steps forward... Toward the barricade, Toward freedom and safety. Beyond those that were too afraid to cross the invisible line, the boy tread with echoes of his father's promise.
"Papa, said they were here to save us." he thought to himself. A gleeming look of admiration sparkled in his eyes as he saw the wall of strong and poised guardsmen from the other planets in their flak armor. Vastly different than the KIG, ugly unkept militia, or grim cultists.
After a few steps, the crowd up front began to calm and stop their ruckus to observe this fearless boy go forward, peering and peeking behind one another. Pushing forward ever so slightly to witness. Freezing in fear and expectation, They watched his stride forward towards the loyalists... Awaiting the reaction.
Whether they were Cadian, Arrageois, Morridane, Krieg, Arcadian, or simply Korinthian PDF- this small boy innocently and unintentionally challenged their orders by strutting toward them with his small bag in hand. Wide eyed with hope.
by Sweillia » Mon Nov 04, 2019 6:13 pm
by Imperialisium » Mon Nov 04, 2019 8:31 pm
by Parcia » Wed Nov 06, 2019 11:01 am
by Britanania » Wed Nov 06, 2019 8:28 pm
by Segmentia » Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:07 am
by Union Princes » Sat Nov 09, 2019 9:53 am
Britanania wrote:1035 Leviathan-class Capitol Imperialis Minerva Invicta
Marshal d'Arras saluted his commanding officer with the respect she deserved as General Valerkov issued her orders.
"It shall be done, ma'am," d'Arras told her as he returned to his work and informed the signal officers. All along the map, the other officers plotted the directions of the plan and began to make calls to the various departments for the logistical works for the operation. With the background work underway, the various vox-casters that made up the Signal Corps began their work informing the other elements of Battlegroup X-Ray.
"Gravediggers, gravediggers, do you copy?" the com rang out towards the Krieger position. "This is Black Eagle Zero. We have our orders from Aquilla. With any soldiers not building defences or setting up your guns, begin examining the belongings of the refugees as they drop them before the bridge. Over."
At the same time, a similar set of orders were sent to the other regiments and their commissars explaining Valerkov's orders. The emphasis, of course, was placed on both the efficiency of the operation as well as its speed.
by Morrdh » Sat Nov 09, 2019 8:11 pm
Britanania wrote: 1130 First Battalion, III Arrageois Regiment. Fort Travium
As instructed, the Arrageois forces and their allies units put into action the plan for the refugee, but equal importance was placed on making sure the fort was ready to withstand any counter-attacks. Battalion Commander d'Orleans knew that sometimes the best defence was a solid offence, and was eager to prepare for their own attack into the hive proper once the refugee crisis was taken care of. He got his own signal officers on the line to contact the Morridanes.
"Wolfhound One, Wolfhound One, this is Black Eagle One. Do you copy? If you can spare any units, begin probing the other side of that river. Over."
by Acerbez » Sat Nov 09, 2019 9:50 pm
by Britanania » Sun Nov 10, 2019 10:37 pm
by Bolslania » Mon Nov 11, 2019 6:44 pm
Britanania wrote:1131 First Battalion, III Arrageois Regiment. Fort Travium
After a brief moment, the vox-cm crackled back as the Arrageois signal officer's voice came back.
"Acknowledged, Wolfhound One Actual. Thanks for the help, and happy hunting. Over."
The officer informed Battalion Commander Henri d'Orleans of the situation. With most of the battalion working on processing refugees or setting up their defences, he regretted that they needed to reply on other regiments for recon, but that was the nature of the Crusade. The aristocratic gave the order to contact the other Rovers."
"Wolfhound One-Five, Wolfhound One-Five, this is Black Eagle One. Do you copy? We need some help scouting the enemy position."
A few minutes after the conversation with the Morridane units, d'Orleans looked away from his map of the hive when the unmistakable sound of enemy artillery blasted through the air. The strikes came suddenly and hard, hitting all around the area od the island, fort, and bridges. The Battalion Commander and his HQ were of course protected in the safety of a command bunker under the fort, but other units would be less fortunate.
Of course, the fort was damaged and not in any position to defend against a full artillery strike, but the units had some time to set up defences at the very least, and while d'Orleans knew this wasn't their first barrage he at least had some thought that the enemy couldn't be accurate enough to decimate the entire Imperial Guard contingent.
"Tell the bloody Kriegers to start a counter-barrage," d'Orleans barked to a signal officer. "And can someone get me into contact with the Aeronautica?"
by Imperialisium » Tue Nov 12, 2019 8:29 pm
by Union Princes » Wed Nov 13, 2019 9:06 am
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by Sweillia » Thu Nov 14, 2019 5:23 pm
by Bolslania » Fri Nov 15, 2019 5:22 pm
Morrdh wrote:319th Morridane Rovers
B Squadron
No.6 Troop
1135 Hours
As the civilians were processed in a seemingly orderly fashion, O'Dea had voxed for a resupply to replenish both fuel and munitions for the Troop's AFVs. Taking advantage of the downtime, O'Dea had also ordered for each of the AFV to receive field maintenance in turn to ensure all systems were functional and minor battle damage was repaired. Each crew saw to their own vehicle whilst the other three crews remained on sentry, though some would eat rations and catch a brief nap.
The resupply convoy had arrived and O'Dea ordered the crews of each AFV to collect their supplies in turn, that way at least two of the AFVs were ready for action should the need arise. O'Dea was busy directing the crew of a fuel browser to refuel his vehicle when somebody cried out "INCOMING!!!!"
Time seemed to slow as artillery shells whistled overhead and came crashing down amidst the environs of the fort in blossoms of fire and smoke. There were cries of alarm and screams of panic as the civilians to flee in any and all directions, little knowing or even caring that they were getting in the way of the Imperial soldiers. The panic spread as the civilians fled the fort, desperately seeking safety from the barrage and causing others who'd already been processed to start panicking.
O'Dea tried shouting orders, though the screaming of the civilians and the thunder of the barrage made it almost impossible for him to be heard by anyone. Worse, he was certain he'd seen some of his Troop being swept away by the rolling tide of humanity.
Air Marshal Alizabeth Kaldwin
Aeronautica Korinthia
Spaceport
1135 Hours
Alizabeth was getting ready to leave for the Capitol Imperialis when there was a sudden flurry of activity in Operations. Collaring an Aeronautica personnel, she demanded. "What is happening?"
"Mam," The man squeaked and hastily saluted. "Imperial ground forces in Fort Travium report being under heavy enemy artillery fire, they've requesting air strikes to neutralize enemy batteries."
"I see." Replied Alizabeth. "What Tactical units are available for tasking?"
"Lets see...." Said the man as he consulted a dataslate. "Theres a flight of Vulture gunships that put down half hour ago for refuelling and rearming, they should be ready about now mam."
"If they aren't, tell them to go with what they've got." Snapped Alizabeth. "We need to show the Guard what we can do."
"Yes mam." The man replied, saluting before hurrying off. "I'll get on with it right away."
by Acerbez » Mon Nov 18, 2019 8:27 am
by Bolslania » Mon Nov 18, 2019 3:19 pm
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