Cleansing Remissia (Warhammer 40,000)

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Remissia

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A blissful backwater Agriworld in its infancy, floating around a single, benevolent yellow dwarf. They meet their tithes with plenty to spare, providing for a lush tourist system to prosper in the harvest's off season. The Mechanicum stationed on its evergreen lands play an integral part to keeping the massive hydroponic plants working, and to oversee the continued colonization as more Imperial citizens migrate to the sunny rock, hoping to escape the shadow of war in their own system.

One can find a calm life here in service to the Emperor, whether they provide security through the Arbites, mining or space patrols with the PDF, or even with the Adepta Sororitas, who have chosen Gellerfall, the planet's capital, to stage their Sisterhood home. Their Orders Militant recently made Remissian history, the first platoon of Sisters of Battle completing their training in the past decade. It has been a peaceful rule for the Governer, with the whole of the Imperium's various branches sending tendrils of their influence down onto Remissia, but as any true citizen knows...

In the grimdarkness of the future... There is only war.

And it comes for Remissia.


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[nebulousinsight]

It came in the form of Feral Orks at first... Found on the far reaches of the eastern continent. Left behind by the survivors of a long abandoned Rok, the wild Greenskins were stumbled upon in the continued colonization program. They were scant at first, utilizing hit-and-run tactics before disappearing back into the dense forest hills. But it became a real problem when they had nowhere to hide anymore, their assaults an ongoing issue for the locals. So much so, that the Governor dispatched a request for assistance to the Munitorum, their miniscule ranks of Battle Sisters not nearly enough to keep the green tide at bay forever.

It took a decade for the call to be answered, the infestation pushing back progress to the western coast of the Eastern continent, but Remissia finally had its support. A single mechanized infantry Regiment from Krieg, enroute back from fighting Hivefleet Jormungandr for resupply. Not the best help given the circumstances, but the Governor graciously accepted. For a time it seemed like the Kriegans and Battle Sisters would wipe the Greenskins out, but the Emperor did not smile upon them yet.

Hivefleet Kraken, determined to take some of the Thalassi Sector for its own, reached a tendril out and thrust its claws into the fertile earth of Remissia, littering its oceans and continents with Mycetic Spores. A sickness of xenos terror overcame the Imperial planet, and more reinforcements were called for.

Now, infighting is spreading through the few hive cities on the Western continent, a terrible foreshadowing of just how corrupt the world was before the Tyranids came, some citizens cursing the "False Emperor", some turning on their own. We enter the fray in 934.M41, centered on a conflict poised to breakout on the east coast of the Western continent, at Gellerfall, the world's capital Hive City.

 

[Meowfyre]

Julius walked along the battle lines, his four brothers walking behind him. The imperial guard were mustering a defense, digging in. The little mortals defensive efforts were rather impressive for a guard effort, they building quite the tough little nut around themselves. But if the dirty xenos could be said to be good at one thing, it was cracking things, especially nuts.

But he was a much tougher nut to crack. Squeezing the handle of his massive chainaxe, he briefly glanced at his squad with worry. Not for them, but for what could happen. He felt the red thirst already clawing at him and he knew his brothers felt it too. He eagerly awaited embracing its call, but he and his brothers had to make sure it was only unleashed on their foes. If they again butchered their allies, the reputation of the Flesh Tearers would further fall. Normally he wouldn't care, but their honored chapter master, Gabriel Seth, in repairing their damaged reputation. Julius refused to damage it further. With grim resolve, he turned to his brothers and began pre battle rights. Julius began to intone a prayer and his brothers silently chanted with him, "Without the Dark, there can be no Light, we have purpose. Without the Lie..."

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Silently, a lone Orca made planet fall, towards the the planetary capital of the world of Remissia. It's cargo a lone Nullifier Chronicler, with a squad of Astartes trained Fire Warriors and Gaurdsmen, numbering in total of 15 souls under the Space Marine's command. In orbit above the planet an Or'es El'leath class battleship sat in wait. Surprisingly there had been no planetary resistance, as the elite squad set foot on imperial soil. As soon as the ramp set down, the mixed squad quickly forming a perimeter as Marius stepped off the dropship, his heavily modified Palatine Blade crackling with arcane energy, as the Black and red clad juggernaut surveyed his surroundings. The distant sound of battle filled the air, calling to the Scion of Sanguinius. In a series of swift hand signs, Marius ordered his men to the deserted outskirts of the capital. They had Green skins to kill.

 

[Captain Gabriel]

A Strike Cruiser entered the sector, popping out of the warp slowly nearing the planet. The PDF did not shoot down the Cruiser as they were informed through Astro-path that a squad of Astartes was on its way to the planet. The Strike Cruiser got some hundreds of kilometers above the planet's atmosphere. A Thunderhawk flew out of its bottom and entered Remissia. Nearing the ground, the marines prepared their equipment and prepared to drop down. The transport's hatch opened and an Assault Squad of Blood Angels flew out, falling towards the ground. Upon reaching 400m of height, they started slowing their fall with their jump packs. As they landed, they inspected their surroundings and noticed that nobody was around. "Stick to me." The Marine holding a Plasma Gun and a Chainsword said, starting to run towards a higher position to recon their surroundings. As the squad arrived onto a small hill, they noticed a battlefield covered in Guardsmen's bodies and Orks. The Marines then jumped up into the air and flew towards the battle-field, waiting patiently for battle to come.

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[Birdsie]

The vast depth of space was quiet. The battlefields on Remissia were without mercy, loud, full of death. Yes, indeed. There was not the faintest sound in space, but there was light. Not just any light. Several purple portals of violet light with an obscuring, white inside. The light was burning, but only brief and it disappeared in seconds, as a number of ships appeared. A Cruiser that bore the mark of the Inquisition; larger than an ordinary Inquisitorial Black Ship, it was an Inquisitorial Cruiser, followed by a large number of escorts that appeared in an identical light. The monstrous mechanical constructions made their way through the empty void of space, propelled by their massive drives. The craft made their way through the cold space until they reached Remissia's orbit.

A lone, old man watched the planet from the bridge. He clenched his fists, then turned his back on it and spoke to one of his savants; "Inform the Governor that the forces of the Inquisition arrived; then inform him we will land in the capital hive city. Have our troops deployed there, then await further orders. Before we participate in the defense of this world, I have an investigation I must conduct." He walked past the savant who respectfully responded; "Yes, my lord," and stepped aside.

[TIME LATER...]
[934.M41 - PRESENT TIME]
+++REMOTE HEADQUARTERS INSIDE HIVE GELLERFALL+++
+++THE INQUISITOR'S CURRENT BASE OF OPERATIONS+++
+++UPPER HIVE+++
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Within a large room, its walls and floors covered in concrete stood an elevated stage. There were metallic doors every there and there, alongside with crates that presumably had weapons and ammunition in them. The hall was full of Inquisitorial Storm Troopers who stood in a still position, awaiting orders from the Inquisitor who looked at them from above. At the Inquisitor's side, there stood several men and women from his retinue; acolyte, psyker, savant and several others. "Men. We have arrived here to cleanse this planet of the Ork infestation it suffered for long; the Tyranids who have just begun to wrap their filth-ridden claws around this world; and the vile heretics who defy the Emperor. This task will be difficult, like all of them - but by the Emperor, we shall prevail. Say your prayers, load your weapons and check the state of your equipment, as we are moving out in two standard hours. That is all for this short debriefing." All of the Storm Troopers answered in the only way appropriate, by yelling in unison; "In the Emperor's name!" as the form of salute the Inquisitor preferred over bodily gestures.

The Inquisitor departed, moving through the hive with the members of his retinue he had asked to accompany him for this operation. As he walked through the tight streets of the hive, men and women moving aside at the sight of an agent of the Inquisition, one could see in the back alleys and corners; the Throne Agents that Raphael had, each with a pair of Storm Trooper bodyguards. But they were not alone; each had an Imperial Citizen with them, questioning them and gathering intel. Obviously, Orks were too savage to be even spoken to and Tyranids were too animalistic. If it were more "sophisticated," to put it so, Xeno races; Raphael would have believed in the possibility of them working together with heretical citizens, but not in this case. The reason of the questionings was because the Inquisitor was made aware of those who dared to speak of the Emperor as a figure of foolish worship, for such speech was heresy. Raphael might not have been a subordinate of the Ordo Hereticus, but it was still his duty to root out heresy at its origin - no matter the type of heresy it was, for all heresy was the same - and in the long run; all Inquisitors had the same identical line of work, save for the ways they carried out their duty, and what they focused on. Although his focus was to stop the alien threat, Raphael was more than happy to lend a hand in cleansing the Imperium of heresy that was carried by traitors as well. The reason that said investigation was being carried out in the upper hive was due to Raphael's unpleasant history with Imperial nobility. He believed there were true believers in the middle and higher class, but he was also aware that in a situation where one has the choice between death or loyalty to the Emperor; the lower class are more likely to keep loyal because they hadn't had much to live for, to begin with. Rest assured, he intended to cleanse the capital of the planet thoroughly and without exception, however, first he would begin with the elements that are more likely to be corrupt.

The Inquisitor stopped and stood still on a single platform in the hive city, one on an elevated position in the upper hive. He looked out at the planet, which was more to look at than your average hive-world. Indeed, as Remissia was an Agri-World it did not suffer the pollution of a hive-world that was constantly plagued by clouds of dust, smoke, and toxic waste. The Inquisitor found a certain tranquility in the long-spanning fields of crops and plants that traversed over the horizon - they had a positive aura to them. "Emperor, protect this world..." The Inquisitor quietly said, then started to pray to himself; both in hopes of this investigation being fruitful and successful and for the planet he was on. Even planets that managed to be completely rid of Xeno filth to the core often had impaired functioning, one that could be called pathological for many standard years after such events took place. The members of his retinue joined the Inquisitor in his quiet, hopeful prayer... there was little hope in the world they lived in, but by the Emperor; they would prevail.

 

[Meowfyre]

"...the Emperor, there is nothing,
and we would have no purpose," Julius finished intoning. Rising from kneeling, his brothers followed suit and together they all loudly proclaimed, "AVE IMPERATOR!" With pre battle rites completed, the Flesh Tearers began to push past the guardsmen, eagerly making their way to the front line. It would be a disgrace for the Emperor's angels to be anywhere but the front lines.

Finally making their way to the front lines, they gazed out at the approaching enemy. Julius could see untold masses of orks marching upon them. The bodies of one of the filthy xenos' previous offensives mixed with the mortal bodies of the guard. But that wasn't all that Julius saw. His eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw six crimson space marines. Their livery and colors were unmistakably those of his parent chapter, the Blood Angels. Alerting his squad to them with a point, he barked a command, "SALUTE!" Each of the squad members rose their melee weapons into the air and rammed their left fists against their chest piece twice in unison, in the warrior's greeting of Cretacia.
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[Captain Gabriel]

The marine turned around, seeing Julius and his Marine Squad. He nodded and took off his helmet. "Squad, ATTENTION!" He shouted. His whole squad straightened up and faced the saluting squad. Gabriel clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it onto his torso. "Sergeant Gabriel of the 4th Company!" He shouted out. Then, he put his helmet back on taking his chainsword and plasma pistol back into his hands. "We have Xenos to purge, brother. Will you come with us? A couple of eyes and feet on the ground are always praiseworthy." He asks Sergeant Julius, hoping he'd say yes. A tactical squad and an assault squad together can deal great damage to the enemies.
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[Meowfyre]

In response to the request, Julius raised his chain axe and his brothers raised their chainswords. Thumbing the runes of activations, a loud vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr filled the air. Lowering their weapons, Julius smiled under his helmet and said, "It would be an honor and a pleasure for us to fight alongside fellow Sons of Sanguinius." Turning to look at the advancing horde of Orks, he took in the overwhelming numbers. It reminded him of stories that centuries old veterans had told him of Armageddon. But he remembered more then just the tales of the unending green tides, he remembered a particular story of how they dealt with them. Turning back to his contemporary, Julius said, "In one battle, five companies of my chapter deployed behind the greenskin horde and forced them into the waiting guns of allies." Looking around him, he wryly remarked, "We don't exactly have the numbers or the position to exactly replicate it." Pointing at the right flank, he continued, "But I believe if we position ourselves into the right flank, we can push any Orks that come to us into the middle of the defense, where they can be chewed into pieces."
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