Forge World Vires
"Might and Power - That is the true intention, creation, and the responsibility of the Forge Worlds." - 8th Company Captain Luthius
An Imperial Fleet by the 100 orbits a massive world filled with thousands of years worth of creation. Volcano-like furnaces, mile long factories, various skyscrapers dedicated to fuel the Imperial armies with weapons of warfare across the Universe. The sky itself somewhat clouded by the pollution produced by these factories, in some region it is so dense that you can't even see anything from space.
A spaceship, a Emperor Class Battleship, floats in the middle of the massive flotilla of other warships. Obviously it indicated that special looking warship is the Flagship of this Armada. On the bridge of the Emperor Class Battleship sits both the Lord Admiral of this massive Armada and the General of Hedron's multiple Imperial Regiments. They spoke and laugh as they watched - both the stars and the fleet with a bit of an intriguing view. Lord Admiral in his fancy blue service uniform being branded with many medals and cords as it seems like a christmas decoration. Tipping his blue officer cap on the table he proceeds to take a sip of his coffee.
"So General - how goes the battle?" he says with a deep interest for a reply, "I have heard the rebels haven't manage to give up Sector 221 - would you want to request an orbital bombardment from Queen Flammam Ignis (Blazing Fire)?" ending it as he taps the Captain's chair with a gentle touch.
The General laughed, "Ha! Sector 221 is nothing but a Ruse to keep my Guards busy as they fiddle with their plans," he says with confidence, "Once I surround them in the last war factory on this Forge World - I will slowly crush the rebels with the fist of my Imperial Regiment's." He motions as his right hand slowly clamps on itself forming a fist. Showing the Admiral of how both strong and mighty the Imperial Guardsman of Hedron is.
Lord Admiral then looks at the bridge view as he observes a fighter squadron in their usual patrol route, "I have no doubt you have been in situations where the situation is against you - have you not General?" he says with a sincere question.
The General seemingly found the question unexpected and places his cup of coffee on the table, "Yes, I have. Why does that interests you Lord Admiral?"
He simply grins, "I remember my first time as a Captain of a mere Frigate General. It was puny like the size of a small asteroid," showing a hand gesture of how small his ship was with both of his hands, "Just looking back - I made it this far. Have you ever questioned your military life?"
"I do not question any of my Military Services nor question my fate till I witness my end Lord Admiral - I will await what the Emperor will place me in the coming future."
"Ah, yes. Don't be offended - I am just in need to know my ally before he descends over the cover of my shells. I'm quite sure your Guardsman's love the sight of explosions do you think not General?"
Smiling and laughing a bit, "Heh, I do think not - I do indeed adore those explosions. Reminds me of Ork's back in Planet Yujai - that place was crap anyways," then looks out at the bridge window as the Planet slowly rotated on its axis now revealing bright flashes and fire on the surface.
"I see...," the Lord Admiral humbly spoke with interest. Then glances quick to his cup of coffee, "Let's talk this matter on another time General - let us enjoy this cup of coffee before it get's cold shall we?" They both smiled like old best friends and proceeded to pick up their coffee's and sipped. "So.....", picking up from where they left off from their war stories as they continue to laugh as away from the Bridge window, visible explosions can be seen along with a deep gray smokey haze filling the atmosphere. Both transports and bombers exit and enter the Atmosphere consistently. It was the battle of the Forge World....
Operation Deep Haze
Explosions shattering the very ear drums of every humanoid in a wide range of 50 meters all around - the constant yelling and screaming being covered by the sound of tank tracks rolling over the very streets which is now covered in rubble. The battlefield now approaches in Sector 221, a city for the workers and also the 4th largest building; Weapon Complex 44-D.
Following the events unfold from the eyes of a Lieutenant, Vivulus Demarcus, usually for short he is called L T by his men and superiors. He leads his Squad through the hell and grit of the rebels and the thought of death not even a wince of hint in his mind. Both the emotional impacts and physical of both creation and destruction.
The LT moved behind a Hellhound as he motions his squad to advance with the tank, "Stay on me! The Emperor will pave our way with the blazing fire of death!" he commands out loud followed with a sharp and loud reply from his men, "For the Emperor!" followed by a battle cry. The tank slowly moves up the street followed by a hail of bolter fire from the windows, "Ambush! suppressive fire on that building!" The LT bangs hard on the back of the tank with 3 blows, "Fireteam 1 and 2! Get on that window! Provide supportive fire!"
Without a acknowledgement the Fireteams rushed towards a half blown apartment as they received minor bolter fire since it is all concentrated all at the Hellhound, "Fireteam 3 with me!" then the Tank of the Hellhound turned its turret at the danger and a slight pause now filled with a stream of hot flame. It spewed side to side entering the windows as it starts to burn and melt the walls of the buildings and the occupants inside. Continuing the terrifying flamethrower - the recent occupants inside runs out the building being covered in the intensity of the flame. "Let's move!" the LT said loudly as he raises his Lasgun where he pushes himself off the Hellhound and tactically engages the burning victims with no mercy. His squad of 5 including himself dispatched the rebels with ease and the constant fire over the ridge along with the fire support of Fireteam 1 and 2.
The hellhound driver spoke onto his vox headset, "Moving forw-" interrupted as the tank explodes wildly sending its cannon towards the LT. "Watch out sir!" a nearby guardsman pushes his officer away from danger and in return violently crushed by the heavy mounted weapon. With a hard hit the LT falls onto the ground as his vision was filled with bright light with the flame of the tank glowing brightly and the vision of humanoids on the street charging with weapons blazing. Looking to his right he see's his squad mate holding his Las pistol where he discharges it towards the charging rebels, "Get up LT!" then couple more discharges before he receives a blow to the chest throwing him off his feet. LT stares at the dead corpse and slowly get's up on his feet where he then unsheathed his Imperial Power Sword as he picks up the Las pistol.
Speaking into his Vox mic, "Fireteams - get ready for close quarters combat..." After that statement a rebel in raggy clothes appeared from the corner, raising his bolter high in the sky equipped with a jagged bayonet, "For the Emperor!" says the LT where with ease the sword cuts through the Rebel. He charges in the fray...
