The Defense Of Corincoth IV

OOC: Continued here from 'Da Blu Ork'

Gronusette.....split personality

No, Gronus' Pet sentient Thunderfire cannon... It's a long story. Basically, archeotech. She can talk, and has a massive crush on an eldar by the name of Nazamroth

...a thunder fire cannon fancies an Eldar......
Good to know, I shall see you at Corincoth 4
*boards the dreadnought*

Excellent. *opens a vox channel.*follow us Bushwookie

*gronus walks into the bridge of the dreadnought* Oh my... what make is this cruiser again?

I think you'll find; you will be following us, after all your captain gave us the co-ordinates

*the dreadnought begins lifting out of dock, it's seven engines giving of a deafening whir as it powers the warp drive*

It pre-dates the imperium of man, from what we can find onboard it is a dreadnought class battlecruiser

We'll see about that... *Cruiser zaps off*

My god... Gronusette, get in here *gronusette rolls in*

3....2....1....hit it!

*the battle cruiser wrenches forwards into the warp*

Engineer 1: would you like to see the FTL drive? We can't get it working but it looks awesome

Of course! Gronusette and I could probably get it fixed for you...

It's not a warp drive, it literally sends us into space borne FTL

Meanwhile on the strike cruiser

Sir! Contact on our left...

Interesting. Gronusette has most STC blueprints stored, so I think that she can help you

Fyfian: What! Void Shields to full, Engines on full burn, we don't want to fight, we have to conserve our ammunition

*dreadnought slowly creeps into view, it's wave motion gun giving the bow a definitive shape*

+hiii space marines+
*dreadnought is now level with the strike cruiser*

Engineer 1: *looks at gronusette* she has stored STCs?

Fyfian: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING BUSH WOOKIE? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FIRING ON US
Gronus: aye

+we're not, chances are we spooked your sensors+
*dreadnought begins pulling away*

Fyfian: Urgh. Faster! *wings of hope pulls ahead*

*Chuckles lightly*

Activate engine 4
*engine four lights up and dreadnought pulls ahead*

OOC: my phone is literally about to die, I should be back in about half an hour to an hour

*all of his engines open up, and the Wings of hope pulls out of the warp back into reality*

OOC: I would like to say

No such thing as a STC anymore technically

Only fragments...And a sentient machine is prohibited by the mechanicus due to metal men......this gives me ideas...*Rubs servo arms together manically*

OOC: found working pre-imperium warship, not letting mechanicum near it.

*dreadnought exits the warp and activates the final 3 engines easily closing the gap abd rocketing past the wings of hope*
+you're good, real good but while I'm around you'll always be second best+

OOC: Let's just say that Gronusette isn't exactly that well known about by the mechanicum...

IC: +well raced Bushwookie. Welcome to the Corincoth system, a system of twelve planets rotating around a red super giant. Corincoth I, II and III are all uninhabitable, Corincoth IV is where Our chapter names home. It is the largest, with 15 large cities. Corincoth V and VI are manufacturing firearms, Corincoth VII, VIII and IX supply our chapter with recruits, X is uninhabitable and XI and XII, well they manufacture Super heavy tanks and Titans. The Plague has Raided through the system, ruining Corincoth V, VI, VII and IX

+transmitting docking codes for Corincoth IV now+

OOC well hello dere

OOC: Hey. Fancy doing a Chaos Lord RP for us?

OOC....yes. i'd like that

OOC: How does Tekran the unholy sound? Here's my previous description of him, the rest is open to your interpretation:
There is a fallen marine, of The Golden Plague, a chapter obsessed with the gold they coat there armour in. this heretic is plaguing our 4th and 1st companies in the Corincoth system. word is that he is planning on leading an assault on Corincoth IV, our home planet. We are making a stand there, but we need their leader... taken care of. His name is Tekran the Unholy, and he has a host of armies. The daemons of tzeentch, the golden plague themselves, Baraken the warsmith's war engines... the list goes on. We need you to help us stop him

OOC: Interested?

sure but later

OOC: Cool. I need to wait until BushWookiw returns anyway, and even then We have a bit of fluff to go through first

OOC: BEEEEEWWWWWWBBBBBSSS

OOC: SOmebody's back...

OOC: hello!

+requesting permission to dock+

+Ship master Cyberion here. permission to land granted+

+shuttle discovery, asking permission to dock+

+initiating landing procedures now+

Well raced chapter master, see you on the ground

OOC back! sorry

Cyberion: +Go ahead Discovery, permission granted+
*fyfian and the remainder of the Marines on the strie cruiser descend to ground upon their thunderhawks and stormravens, surrounded by a swarm of stormtalons*

*the dreadnought lands and a small detachment of marines follow me out*

OOC: back later

OOC: Let me know when

*The 1st, 3rd, 4th and 8th companies of The Angel's Sword form up in parade before the Thunderhawks, the Discovery and the Dreadnought*

A small group of odd people leave the discovery.

*the entirety of the 2nd company deploys, forming up alongside the 1st 3rd 4th and 8th. Fyfian joins Graius and his honour guard*
Fyfian: So, who are your new accomplices?
OOC: what was the name of your guy again 342?