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A few of us have posted fluff for the Hexperax campaign. This is now the new home for such things It gives evolved an easier job of getting the results from the relevant section in the campaign, instead of sifting through to seperate battle reports from fluff.

So Fluff away...

The blade arced through the air faster than the eye could follow, aimed for the neck of sergeant Immotus. A killing stroke, yet one he had blocked on a thousand different battlefields. With a twist of the waist he barley blocked the strike with his long sword, the screeching of metal on metal blitzing his ears. A flurry of lightning thrusts followed at his chest, aiming to penetrate one of his twin hearts. His muscles ached as he jumped back and parried the strikes by a hairs width.

“Tired Immotus?”

Sweat beaded on his scarred and shaved head, running down his craggy features past eyes that had seen too much. His black combat fatigues were drenched and time had slowed, the hours were now numberless. Even his superhuman genetics were now being pushed.

The sergeant feigned a strike to the waist before jumping through the air and catching his opponent full in the face with his elbow. Both combatants fell to the ground with a shuddering thump.

“Yield?” growled Immotus.

“Why? I have you beat”

Immotus felt the wet trickle of blood down his chest and glanced at the blade piercing his skin.

“ Shouldn’t you have somewhere else to be Feros?” the sergeant wheezed as he dabbed at the wound. A medi servitor juddered across to him but he waved it away. The wound was already clotting. Both astartes got to their feet and placed the training blades back into the ornate rack.

Captain Levitas toyed with the bridge of his nose, content it wasn’t broken he allowed himself a smile.

“ Is that any way to address your Captain” he mused with a grin. Rustling a towel through his shock of jet-black hair.

“ There is news the White Ravens requested you as a watcher, as a new to your rank as you are it would bode well for you to attend don't you think?”

“Ship master Icarus has taken care of it. I have made council with captain Fernandez and Velos and informed the command on Laconia of our findings. That will suffice.” His tone now taking on a notable sterness as they walked out of the training ring.

“Independence can be a double edged sword Feros, those outside the chapter walls question our discipline. In not understanding our fluidity of command they see us as fragmented. Yet it is that fluidity that allows us to be at our most effective and allow the Ravens to fly instead of be caged. That does not mean that we always must fly alone.

A Captain must be as sharp with his mind as he is with sword. Your abilities are not in question, you have earned your rank and have qualities beyond your age, but you would do well to temper your impetuous nature”

Levitas turned with thunder in his eyes but then contained the building storm, aware that he still had much to learn but would not admit it.

“I value your wisdom as I have done for decades, but the theatre of war is upon us sergeant. We are almost in orbit over Ansul, and the enemies of humanity have claimed and violated its soil. To waste further time discussing what has already been said is to invite them to take further ground. The traitors have dispersed their fleet throughout the system, Laconia is no longer their prime target.

The strategy has been set, Sergeant Fortune and his scouts will launch on arrival. Prepare your squad”

Immotus made way for the door panel then hesitated and glanced back over his shoulder

“Your rivalry with Shrike will do you no good Captain”

Levitas raised an eyebrow and glared at the sergeant.

“And neither will your cheap tricks in the training ring”

Yay, a new place for fluffy stuff, i shall place a puppy here and a feather dust... oh wait wrong sort of fluffy stuff.

I've actually had a massive break today so i decided to write some fluff, its not as well written as some others on here (i.e talonclaw, levitas, stryker, and nearly everyone else lol) I think i'll post this in another post, as i think it could do with some C&C and i dont want to clog this topic up with. Anyways enough of me talking heres a preview

****Delta Strike force****

The cold midnight air fluttered hazily through the neon lit landing bay like a spectre of ages long since passed it slivered to the adamantine floor. Mindless servitors scurried like beetles under the ever watchful eyes of their masters as sparks of electric blue flickered from the shattered Thunderhawk. The mighty ship had definitely seen better days as a servitor held aloft an outsized sheet of ceramite, its bionic muscles tensed and struggled under the strain. Another servitor hastily set about the blinding task of welding it to the Ship, with a surprising amount of ease and precision.

The catwalk above the sprawling ballet creaked with the heavy footsteps of a solitary space marine. He took slow, purposeful steps across the metal gangway, glancing only briefly to the ship below. It was a miracle the old bird made it back to her nest; that the marine had to be thankful for. He remembered the panic that ensued as a shot smashed through the hull. The noise of the engines whirling to keep the leviathan level, deafening and numbing his body as the blinding light swept through the gash in their behemoths side, mingling darkly with the flashing blood red warning beacons. It felt as if the whole ship had erupted into flames, consuming everything trapped inside the claustrophobic tomb… The marine snapped out of his daze with a notable shake of his Mk. VI helm he hadn’t even noticed he had stopped his slow march forward. He cursed himself for being foolish enough to let these thoughts block his purpose and he quickly marched onwards.


please check outDelta Strike Force - Penitence

and post C&C here C&C welcome

A Short bit from a apocalypse battle thats just took place, i'll be intigrating it somehow into other things, hope you guys like!

++++Scout Sergeant Talios reporting+++++

The Tyranids...... Theres too many of them..... We cant hold them..................................

++++Transmission lost++++

3.5 terran hours later

++++report on the heroic deeds of Korstrum Voa'arn Delta strike force+++++

++++Location Hexperax System: Evora Grid reference: 2765:4354++++

Korstrum felt his chest heave and his head ache, he cried out in a silent agonising scream. He had to control himself, the homogaunts had been cut down due to his lunacy. Even his battle brothers stood gazing at the lightning fast strikes that had saved their skins in one fickle instant. He looked at the icy ground as the wind picked up a few faint trails of snow, which licked elegantly at his feet. A shudder brought him out of the dream, he opened his eyes to see his battle brothers smashed aside at his feet. Brother Tallanious, the terminator sergeant gazed lifelessly into the starlit sky, his helm detached in the brutal battle that had but moments before claimed his life. Korstrum saw not snow gliding elegantly at his feet but the dark purple blood of his foes mingling horridly with the blood of his own comrades. poisoning the colour as it slowly thawed the ice beneath him. He heard the distant sound of melta fire and felt a presence, as two missiles sped overhead. There it was again, a shudder. He slowly raised his head, his stomach churning, to see the beast strike at another of his brothers. the talon sycthing through even his mighty terminator armour, spraying crimson blood violently over the young librarians face. The carnifex tossed the body leflessly aside. It hit the ground with a crack and a plume of snow bellowed like dust from the ground.Korstrum grasped his elegant force weapon with all the hate he could muster and charged.

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The Price of Victory

Korstrum glanced over the shattered battle field, the creatures rightfully fled from his wrath, knowing with what little intellegence they had as individuals, that he was a fearsome being that would be best avoided. Or was it just that their tyrant needed them, he didnt know or care as he walked solemnly through the shattered and broken corpses of space marines and vehicles. It had been a sore day indeed, but he thanked the holy Emperor for him to have seen it through.

Then he saw it. The Lightning claw gleamed in the starlight, a flash of electricity gracing the bloodied blade like lightning over the red sands of mars. His chest frooze in fear in the same lightning quick instant. The librarian quickened his pace, almost to a run as the distance narrowed exponentially with every gliding step. He slid to his knees as he drew closer, ice and snow driven out of his way effortlessly by his armoured greaves. He touched the MK VI helm tentitively, the cold of the metal in his hands chilled his heart, the faint hiss as the stabalised atmosphere inside escaped into the midnight air. He gazed at the broken body of his brother, then removed the battered helm. He knelt staring at nothing but his face hoping and wishing he would wake. He held his brothers head in his arms, it felt heavy and laden as he grasped the thin black hair, and tightly closed it in his fist. With one effortless move, he picked the armoured corpse of his brother up with ease and spoke solemnly into his Vox.
"Korstrum to Shadow of deliverance enemy presence eliminated, send a recovery party, we have injured that can be saved."
the vox cackled, "...What of Corvus? What is his status?"
"Dead.. my lord" the sadnes in his voice reverberated through his thoughts, even the powers he controlled seem to ripple with it.
"Understood, pick up is on its way" The librarian nodded at the response and gazed back at his brother,
"you fought well brother, you always have." a smile sprung to his face through the grief and through the heartache. He knew it was wrong to feel like this, but for all the battles on all the worlds, he never thought it would end. he silently boarded a lone thunderhawk, a ceramite plate on the right hand side recently welded to the hull.
"Lets go home brother, the hall of our fathers awaits..."

see the battle report HERE!!!!