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	We stopped attacking Palace. Why? I ~~dont~~ know		We stopped attacking Palace. Why? I don't know

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24.150.121.73: /* The Tindalos Infiltration */

2015-04-24T18:01:31Z

The Tindalos Infiltration

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1d4chan>CommanderOshawott at 20:00, 23 April 2015

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	;Note from Pagefag: Not quite sure what's happening with this story right now. The anonymous writefag seems to want to revise it or something, I didn't quite understand. So i have simply taken everything from what there was in the thread and put it here in the relevant posts for posterity. If the anon who is writing this piece would like to edit or write directly on the page here then feel free.		;Note from Pagefag: Not quite sure what's happening with this story right now. The anonymous writefag seems to want to revise it or something, I didn't quite understand. So i have simply taken everything from what there was in the thread and put it here in the relevant posts for posterity. If the anon who is writing this piece would like to edit or write directly on the page here then feel free.

	===Post 1=== From orbit, one would hardly guess that (Tindalos?) was a forgeworld. Nowhere were the rad blasted industrial wastes or the kilometers high Manufactorum stacks.		===Post 1===
			From orbit, one would hardly guess that (Tindalos?) was a forgeworld. Nowhere were the rad blasted industrial wastes or the kilometers high Manufactorum stacks.
	Instead, (Tindalos?) is an orb of blues and greens.		Instead, (Tindalos?) is an orb of blues and greens.
	Brother Kutkh Wagaash, 8th Company, watched a storm rising in the equatorial seas and waited for the Mechanicum Legate. Though the Forgeworld had long worked alongside the Ice Wraiths, Brother Wagaash chafed under the idea that his first official command role would be shared with some half-machine tech-adept. Wagaash had heard that most Mechanicum warleaders, if they even deserved the term, preferred to lead from orbit, and those that did descend to the planet below treated combat as some sort of abstracted exercise in mathematics.		Brother Kutkh Wagaash, 8th Company, watched a storm rising in the equatorial seas and waited for the Mechanicum Legate. Though the Forgeworld had long worked alongside the Ice Wraiths, Brother Wagaash chafed under the idea that his first official command role would be shared with some half-machine tech-adept. Wagaash had heard that most Mechanicum warleaders, if they even deserved the term, preferred to lead from orbit, and those that did descend to the planet below treated combat as some sort of abstracted exercise in mathematics.
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	The voice was only incidentally mechanical. It was resonant, with the polyphonic quality of the wind in empty places.		The voice was only incidentally mechanical. It was resonant, with the polyphonic quality of the wind in empty places.

	===Post 2=== "Did you not think that we appreciated such things? The Tindalan creed teaches us that there is elegance in such things and that this is a cosmic design principle of the Omnissiah. Elegance is in all things. In the world below us, in the fine design of the Astartes, and in war."		===Post 2===
			"Did you not think that we appreciated such things? The Tindalan creed teaches us that there is elegance in such things and that this is a cosmic design principle of the Omnissiah. Elegance is in all things. In the world below us, in the fine design of the Astartes, and in war."
	The melodic tritone of the adept's voice struck Wagaash. That and the way those glowing diodes had peered from beneath the cowl, trimmed with pale brass. Wagaash had gotten the sense of laughter.		The melodic tritone of the adept's voice struck Wagaash. That and the way those glowing diodes had peered from beneath the cowl, trimmed with pale brass. Wagaash had gotten the sense of laughter.

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	The initial phases went exactly as planned, with the strike cruiser slipping into orbit and unleashing its payload of cryothermal weaponry.		The initial phases went exactly as planned, with the strike cruiser slipping into orbit and unleashing its payload of cryothermal weaponry.

	===Post 3=== Wagaash slipped beneath the blow and lashed out with a leg, sweeping Cipactli off his feet. Or so he thought, but the magi barely stumbled before righting himself? herself? (one couldn't tell anymore) on servo arms and mechadendrites and sliding back into a defensive posture, daring Wagaash to come.		===Post 3===
			Wagaash slipped beneath the blow and lashed out with a leg, sweeping Cipactli off his feet. Or so he thought, but the magi barely stumbled before righting himself? herself? (one couldn't tell anymore) on servo arms and mechadendrites and sliding back into a defensive posture, daring Wagaash to come.

	It had all started so well, or as well as any plan that involves crashing a derelict freighter loaded with apex cryopredators and cryothermal weaponry into a planet can. The month in warp had been spent examining the topography minutely.		It had all started so well, or as well as any plan that involves crashing a derelict freighter loaded with apex cryopredators and cryothermal weaponry into a planet can. The month in warp had been spent examining the topography minutely.
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	The Skitarii troopers, Thallakes, and automata had spoken little, the Skitarii spending their time drilling or in prayer.		The Skitarii troopers, Thallakes, and automata had spoken little, the Skitarii spending their time drilling or in prayer.

	===Post 4=== The Automata and Thallakes stayed in their niches, understandable in the case of the Automata, but the Thallakes were an order stranger than anything Wagaash had seen before. Servitors were a common sight in the Imperium, but the minds of the Thallax were not shattered like a Servitor's, nor did they have the human behavior of the Skitarii. Instead they waited, blank-faced helms unmoving. And yet they wore trophy skulls of xenos predators. Then again, so did the Automata-- the Magi of Tindalos seemed to treat their Cybernetica almost as beloved hounds.		===Post 4===
			The Automata and Thallakes stayed in their niches, understandable in the case of the Automata, but the Thallakes were an order stranger than anything Wagaash had seen before. Servitors were a common sight in the Imperium, but the minds of the Thallax were not shattered like a Servitor's, nor did they have the human behavior of the Skitarii. Instead they waited, blank-faced helms unmoving. And yet they wore trophy skulls of xenos predators. Then again, so did the Automata-- the Magi of Tindalos seemed to treat their Cybernetica almost as beloved hounds.

	The magi, led by 5-Imix Cipactli's example had been every bit as open as their minions silent, sparring with the marines. Wagaash grimmaced now, at the thought of it. This duel was nothing like their sparring matches. The base outline was the same, but Wagaash could see now that Cipactli had always kept use of the servo-harness to a minimum. Some sort of concept of fairness, Wagaash supposed.		The magi, led by 5-Imix Cipactli's example had been every bit as open as their minions silent, sparring with the marines. Wagaash grimmaced now, at the thought of it. This duel was nothing like their sparring matches. The base outline was the same, but Wagaash could see now that Cipactli had always kept use of the servo-harness to a minimum. Some sort of concept of fairness, Wagaash supposed.
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	As the heat built and the failing hull shuddered with reentry, the mechanicum drop ship had been launched, even as the ship began to break up, leaking cryothermals into the atmosphere.		As the heat built and the failing hull shuddered with reentry, the mechanicum drop ship had been launched, even as the ship began to break up, leaking cryothermals into the atmosphere.

	===Post 5=== The chaff of metallic dust had shielded their ship from any sensors that might have stopped to examine the falling bulk transport and they'd made a hard planetfall.		===Post 5===
			The chaff of metallic dust had shielded their ship from any sensors that might have stopped to examine the falling bulk transport and they'd made a hard planetfall.
	Sections of the Makanyanikot fell across the rocky plains in burning ruin, hiding the landing pods with their meteoric brilliance. These landing pods were loaded with the cryopredators, but didn't open upon impact. Instead they waited for what would come.		Sections of the Makanyanikot fell across the rocky plains in burning ruin, hiding the landing pods with their meteoric brilliance. These landing pods were loaded with the cryopredators, but didn't open upon impact. Instead they waited for what would come.
	Minutes after the cargo hauler impacted, the sky darkened. The temperature plummeted. Dawn never came and the sky curdled, snow and hail falling in thick sheets.		Minutes after the cargo hauler impacted, the sky darkened. The temperature plummeted. Dawn never came and the sky curdled, snow and hail falling in thick sheets.
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	"Witch. Afraid to get your hands dirty with the blood of a real warrior?"		"Witch. Afraid to get your hands dirty with the blood of a real warrior?"

	===Post 6=== For a moment, Wagaash considered punching him across the smug face, or telling him that he didn't deign to draw the blood of one so lowly. What honor was there to be gained from one so pathetic, but Wagaash smiled and closed his eyes calmly. The traitor would be in pain soon enough.		===Post 6===
			For a moment, Wagaash considered punching him across the smug face, or telling him that he didn't deign to draw the blood of one so lowly. What honor was there to be gained from one so pathetic, but Wagaash smiled and closed his eyes calmly. The traitor would be in pain soon enough.
	Wagaash reached out with his mind, prying into the Night Wolf's dense skull.		Wagaash reached out with his mind, prying into the Night Wolf's dense skull.
	And there, he supposed, had been the source of the problem. Wagaash learned that slaves had taken the opportunity afforded by the onset of the arctic night to rebel. They'd slaughtered their human guards and declared an intent to liberate the world. The Night Wolves were assembling to crush them and make an example of them.		And there, he supposed, had been the source of the problem. Wagaash learned that slaves had taken the opportunity afforded by the onset of the arctic night to rebel. They'd slaughtered their human guards and declared an intent to liberate the world. The Night Wolves were assembling to crush them and make an example of them.
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	And so it had been an issue of honor and the duel begun.		And so it had been an issue of honor and the duel begun.

	===Post 7=== Wagaash feinted right and darted left, his blade held low. He cut for the mechadendrites Cipactli stood on, but Cipactli blocked with a sound of plasteel on plasteel and a hiss of powerfields. Wagaash ducked the servo arm that swung out at him, stepping in to Cipactli's guard, and slamming his fist into the Magos' carapace, knocking Cipactli back, leaving furrows in the snow. The Magos leapt at him, but Wagaash intercepted him in midair, seizing his metallic limbs and throwing him as the shadow of an idea scratched at the back of his mind.		===Post 7===
			Wagaash feinted right and darted left, his blade held low. He cut for the mechadendrites Cipactli stood on, but Cipactli blocked with a sound of plasteel on plasteel and a hiss of powerfields. Wagaash ducked the servo arm that swung out at him, stepping in to Cipactli's guard, and slamming his fist into the Magos' carapace, knocking Cipactli back, leaving furrows in the snow. The Magos leapt at him, but Wagaash intercepted him in midair, seizing his metallic limbs and throwing him as the shadow of an idea scratched at the back of his mind.
	Cipactli regained his balance in moments, a fluid blur of blue-green robes and spinning power-blades and came at Wagaash, each blow a fluid motion, so unlike the stereotype of the Machine God's warriors.		Cipactli regained his balance in moments, a fluid blur of blue-green robes and spinning power-blades and came at Wagaash, each blow a fluid motion, so unlike the stereotype of the Machine God's warriors.

1d4chan>CommanderOshawott: /* The Tindalos Infiltration */

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The Tindalos Infiltration

1d4chan>CommanderOshawott at 19:57, 23 April 2015

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	And steps of what i was told were finest warriors of humanity.		And steps of what i was told were finest warriors of humanity.
	Emperor save me from this monsters		Emperor save me from this monsters

			==The Tindalos Infiltration==
			;Note from Pagefag: Not quite sure what's happening with this story right now. The anonymous writefag seems to want to revise it or something, I didn't quite understand. So i have simply taken everything from what there was in the thread and put it here in the relevant posts for posterity.

			;Post 1: From orbit, one would hardly guess that (Tindalos?) was a forgeworld. Nowhere were the rad blasted industrial wastes or the kilometers high Manufactorum stacks.
			Instead, (Tindalos?) is an orb of blues and greens.
			Brother Kutkh Wagaash, 8th Company, watched a storm rising in the equatorial seas and waited for the Mechanicum Legate. Though the Forgeworld had long worked alongside the Ice Wraiths, Brother Wagaash chafed under the idea that his first official command role would be shared with some half-machine tech-adept. Wagaash had heard that most Mechanicum warleaders, if they even deserved the term, preferred to lead from orbit, and those that did descend to the planet below treated combat as some sort of abstracted exercise in mathematics.
			Still, Wagaash had seen the storm-cloud clad Skitarii deployed while still a scout and knew they fought well.
			Wagaash wondered idly whether the manufactorae were buried underground or if the trees were grown atop their roofs and why the mechanicum would tolerate such biogenic disorder.
			Then again, there were many things that didn't add up about these Magi of Tindalos. This station, for example. The rooms were capacious, this chapel he was waiting was an exercise in open spaces. The walls were left bare, not in the minimalist efficiency of the machine, but so as to focus the view on the planet below and to draw attention to the few mechanicum sigils that did adorn the walls.
			Wagaash was also surprised to notice niches adorned with wall scrolls and the skulls of xenos beasts, not all that dissimilar to memory shrines of his own chapter.
			With a soft hiss, the doors opened and a figure robed in an iridescent blue-green entered, followed by a servo skull and a dictat-servitor.
			"Beautiful, isn't it?"
			The voice was only incidentally mechanical. It was resonant, with the polyphonic quality of the wind in empty places.

			;Post 2: "Did you not think that we appreciated such things? The Tindalan creed teaches us that there is elegance in such things and that this is a cosmic design principle of the Omnissiah. Elegance is in all things. In the world below us, in the fine design of the Astartes, and in war."
			The melodic tritone of the adept's voice struck Wagaash. That and the way those glowing diodes had peered from beneath the cowl, trimmed with pale brass. Wagaash had gotten the sense of laughter.

			The plan 5-Imix Cipactli proposed was audacious. With a force of barely two squads of marines and a Tindalan Maniple, they would wrest the Manufactorae on Veles from the heretics that had so recently claimed them.

			The initial phases went exactly as planned, with the strike cruiser slipping into orbit and unleashing its payload of cryothermal weaponry.

			;Post 3: Wagaash slipped beneath the blow and lashed out with a leg, sweeping Cipactli off his feet. Or so he thought, but the magi barely stumbled before righting himself? herself? (one couldn't tell anymore) on servo arms and mechadendrites and sliding back into a defensive posture, daring Wagaash to come.

			It had all started so well, or as well as any plan that involves crashing a derelict freighter loaded with apex cryopredators and cryothermal weaponry into a planet can. The month in warp had been spent examining the topography minutely.
			Veles was a small world, a ball of rock barely worthy of note except for its extensive mineral deposits and fortuitous placement near a stable warp route and a gas giant. The requisites of industry were at hand and transportation to Tindalos or Nixarteria was a simple matter.
			Ordinarily, reclaiming a world like this would have been top priority and at least a company assigned to the matter, but with the threat of Mi-Go as it was, Wagaash and his men were spared only because of Veles' importance to the war effort. Until Mi-Go was turned back, other worlds claimed by the Night Wolves, like Salwe and Yashtul would have to wait.
			They'd also retrofitted the creaking hanger of Makanyanikot to launch the Mechanicum lander during reentry, the din of the beasts echoing from the hold the whole while.

			The Skitarii troopers, Thallakes, and automata had spoken little, the Skitarii spending their time drilling or in prayer.

			;Post 4: The Automata and Thallakes stayed in their niches, understandable in the case of the Automata, but the Thallakes were an order stranger than anything Wagaash had seen before. Servitors were a common sight in the Imperium, but the minds of the Thallax were not shattered like a Servitor's, nor did they have the human behavior of the Skitarii. Instead they waited, blank-faced helms unmoving. And yet they wore trophy skulls of xenos predators. Then again, so did the Automata-- the Magi of Tindalos seemed to treat their Cybernetica almost as beloved hounds.

			The magi, led by 5-Imix Cipactli's example had been every bit as open as their minions silent, sparring with the marines. Wagaash grimmaced now, at the thought of it. This duel was nothing like their sparring matches. The base outline was the same, but Wagaash could see now that Cipactli had always kept use of the servo-harness to a minimum. Some sort of concept of fairness, Wagaash supposed.
			Here, Cipactli stood, robes flowing with the wind driven snow, a sabre in each of his four hands, welding ends of mechadendrites and laser cutters sparking.
			Wagaash grimaced. As much as the duel thrilled him, this was a waste of time and energy, a sign of just how far things had gone astray.
			They'd transited from the warp less than a day from Veles in a shatter of machine parts and bleeding fuel, broadcasting a garbled distress signal. The Makanyanikot appeared to be nothing more than a ghost ship, drifting with the strange and foul moods of the immaterium. The Night Wolves, pillagers that they were, didn't bother to intercept it and the Makanyanikot had been allowed to fall into Veles' gravity well.
			As the heat built and the failing hull shuddered with reentry, the mechanicum drop ship had been launched, even as the ship began to break up, leaking cryothermals into the atmosphere.

			;Post 5: The chaff of metallic dust had shielded their ship from any sensors that might have stopped to examine the falling bulk transport and they'd made a hard planetfall.
			Sections of the Makanyanikot fell across the rocky plains in burning ruin, hiding the landing pods with their meteoric brilliance. These landing pods were loaded with the cryopredators, but didn't open upon impact. Instead they waited for what would come.
			Minutes after the cargo hauler impacted, the sky darkened. The temperature plummeted. Dawn never came and the sky curdled, snow and hail falling in thick sheets.
			What precisely the Night Wolves made of this mattered little. While there were enough of them to prevent capture by anything less than anything less than a Marine Company, there weren't enough of them to effectively patrol Veles' industrial heart. This fell to their bonded cultists and serfs and, as the temperature fell, so too did they.
			Others, bundled in environmental gear, never returned. Their bones, cracked by predator's jaws, would be found by the next patrol, if at all. Bit by bit, the patrols ceased.
			Wagaash and Cipactli had watched all this with pleasure as they sabotaged the machinery and disabled those Night Wolves' vehicles that remained operational in the cold.
			Capturing a subject for interrogation had likewise been easy, soldiers and even Traitor Astartes were going missing each day and one more would not be missed. But this is where things had gone awry.

			The Astarte was pale and spoke with a crude Low-Gothic accent, as if trying to deny his Imperial past. He spat defiance at his captors. Wagaash had to commend him. He'd maintained his composure, even when Wagaash had allowed the dim light of the cell to fall upon his Librarian's hood. The Night Wolf stared at him with hard, empty eyes.
			"Witch. Afraid to get your hands dirty with the blood of a real warrior?"

			;Post 6: For a moment, Wagaash considered punching him across the smug face, or telling him that he didn't deign to draw the blood of one so lowly. What honor was there to be gained from one so pathetic, but Wagaash smiled and closed his eyes calmly. The traitor would be in pain soon enough.
			Wagaash reached out with his mind, prying into the Night Wolf's dense skull.
			And there, he supposed, had been the source of the problem. Wagaash learned that slaves had taken the opportunity afforded by the onset of the arctic night to rebel. They'd slaughtered their human guards and declared an intent to liberate the world. The Night Wolves were assembling to crush them and make an example of them.
			Wagaash, and indeed all the Wraiths, had wanted to go join the fray. These slaves had become true warriors and drew the blood of their foes with nothing more than mining implements. If the Night Wolves slew them, then who would chant their names and their glories?
			How could one warrior abandon a brother who knew the blood-joy?
			Cipactli argued that these humans did not share in the blood drinking rituals of the Wraiths and were not battle brothers. He argued that going to their aid would tip their hand. With such an ill-timed attack, the task force would reveal themselves and even if they saved the rebels, they'd hardly be able to hold the mine against Night Wolf reprisals. They'd be outnumbered and killed.

			And so it had been an issue of honor and the duel begun.

			;Post 7: Wagaash feinted right and darted left, his blade held low. He cut for the mechadendrites Cipactli stood on, but Cipactli blocked with a sound of plasteel on plasteel and a hiss of powerfields. Wagaash ducked the servo arm that swung out at him, stepping in to Cipactli's guard, and slamming his fist into the Magos' carapace, knocking Cipactli back, leaving furrows in the snow. The Magos leapt at him, but Wagaash intercepted him in midair, seizing his metallic limbs and throwing him as the shadow of an idea scratched at the back of his mind.
			Cipactli regained his balance in moments, a fluid blur of blue-green robes and spinning power-blades and came at Wagaash, each blow a fluid motion, so unlike the stereotype of the Machine God's warriors.

			Cipactli had explained it to him one day, while sparring.
			"Combat is a space where only the essential is permitted. That which is wasteful and rash is stripped away. In this way, it is elegance.
			It is where the theory of angles and forces meets the practical realities of material strength and the chance of the moment. In this way, it is a microcosm.
			It is a reply and an elaboration on every battle that we have fought before, but each blow is only itself, a single moment in whihc we are immersed and dare not stray from. In this way it seeks perfection.
			In battle, we find ourselves pushed to seek the Omnissiah within, and we innovate according to the divine path.
			I believe your own Riddick espoused such notions."

			And that was it. Wagaash slid out of the line of Cipactli's advance, took an arm in a lock, and with a deep breath, raised his other hand and blasted Cipactli with a telekinetic blow.

			"We're wasting time!"
			"If wasting time is the only way to keep you from bringing about the failure of our mission with misplaced notions of honor, then so be it!"
			"No, no. You're right. To go and fight the Nigh Wolves head at the mine on would be foolish. But I have a better idea, one that advances the mission and honors those who know the joy of battle."

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	Shaking, Verkast turned slowly around. One of the angels stepped out from the thick shadows the emergency lights failed to pierce. With a hiss the seal on it's helmet released, and a wave of cold air washed over Verkast face as the angel revealed it's own. It's eyes gleamed in the darkness, like ice reflecting fire light, and frozen blood glistened on it's mouth and chin. The last thing Verkast thought as the astartes fell upon him was "angels shouldn't have fangs".		Shaking, Verkast turned slowly around. One of the angels stepped out from the thick shadows the emergency lights failed to pierce. With a hiss the seal on it's helmet released, and a wave of cold air washed over Verkast face as the angel revealed it's own. It's eyes gleamed in the darkness, like ice reflecting fire light, and frozen blood glistened on it's mouth and chin. The last thing Verkast thought as the astartes fell upon him was "angels shouldn't have fangs".

			==Heresy on Asgard VII==

			REQUESTING DATA ACCESS security clearence: ORDO HERETICUS INQUISITOR

			INQUISITOR LINSTAV DNA CONFIRMED

			ACCESS GRANTED

			+++Heretical notes from chaos cultist on Asgard VII+++

			++431.M41++
			Day 0
			My name is not important. What is important is our goal.Beggining from today we will bring down
			the government and free ourselves from Imperium's bonds
			Today our road to freedom begins.

			++SKIP TO DAY 91++
			Processing......

			Day 91
			Our demonic allies have proved themselves to be very useful.They have maneged to break defenses
			in governor palace and killed most of remaining PDF before disappearing into Warp

			Day 92
			Our Psykers are doing next ritual tomorrow,using captured PDF forces.2 of our 8
			remaining Leman Russes have been destroyed by Guardsmen and PDF,but they have no more
			vehicles

			Day 93
			Ritual was propably complited since weather has changed. From sunny sky with occasional clouds
			now we have snowstorm
			We stopped attacking Palace. Why? I dont know

			Day 94
			We are not attacking governor. Half of our army returned to the citiy and started
			barricading themselves. Our command is looking concerned.We are we escaping from a
			won battle?
			Snowstorm is now blizzard. Its really cold now
			Day 95
			We are going to cities.Its a long way and its very cold.Governor palace is now left
			unconquered.
			I can see warp lightining striking from the sky.Sign of summoning deamons.
			Why are we summoning something when we are retreating?

			Day 96
			THEY ARE ALL DEAD
			Half of our army is now dead. They went to the city and died standing. Some where shot.
			some strangled,some where literally smashed into the ground. Most of them are hanged on
			the lanterns and roof of buildings. All of them are completly bloodless.No signs of siege or fight.Just corpses
			Snowstorm is so dense you cant see who is walking in front of you

			Day 97
			THE MONSTERS CAME
			One after another we heard screams and somebody went missing. Half of my team was gone after
			blink of an eye. I coudnt see anthing. Just snow. But it wasnt worst
			Worst was when i saw them. White behemoths made of metal hulking among the man.
			I saw one of them shooting at another team of cultist,killing three of them without
			reloading. I saw another who slashed everything around with knife looking like made of
			pure ice. I saw yet another,this one with even bigger monster and huge fist. He just punched one
			of our Chimeras its armour broke revealing even more cultist. Quickly the huge monster
			grabbed one of them and just ripped him to pieces.
			And then came what seemed as our salvation.Deamons of Chaos.Even rotting green corpses with guts outside looked
			like loving parents compared to what attacked us.
			When deamons kept them busy i escaped to ruins of the giant factory.Now i am here
			kneeling and writing these. Now i no longer hear sound of fighting, i only hear wind.
			And steps of what i was told were finest warriors of humanity.
			Emperor save me from this monsters

1d4chan>CommanderOshawott at 17:13, 20 April 2015

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	The Official Page for all Writefaggotry Starring everyone's favourite cyborg-vampire-snowman-space marines		The Official Page for all Writefaggotry Starring everyone's favourite [[Ice Wraiths\|cyborg-vampire-snowman-space marines]]

	==Litany of Serene Conflict==		==Litany of Serene Conflict==

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	==The Tindalos Infiltration==		==The Tindalos Infiltration==
	;Note from Pagefag: Not quite sure what's happening with this story right now. The anonymous writefag seems to want to revise it or something, I didn't quite understand. So i have simply taken everything from what there was in the thread and put it here in the relevant posts for posterity.		;Note from Pagefag: Not quite sure what's happening with this story right now. The anonymous writefag seems to want to revise it or something, I didn't quite understand. So i have simply taken everything from what there was in the thread and put it here in the relevant posts for posterity. If the anon who is writing this piece would like to edit or write directly on the page here then feel free.

	;Post 1: From orbit, one would hardly guess that (Tindalos?) was a forgeworld. Nowhere were the rad blasted industrial wastes or the kilometers high Manufactorum stacks.		===Post 1=== From orbit, one would hardly guess that (Tindalos?) was a forgeworld. Nowhere were the rad blasted industrial wastes or the kilometers high Manufactorum stacks.
	Instead, (Tindalos?) is an orb of blues and greens.		Instead, (Tindalos?) is an orb of blues and greens.
	Brother Kutkh Wagaash, 8th Company, watched a storm rising in the equatorial seas and waited for the Mechanicum Legate. Though the Forgeworld had long worked alongside the Ice Wraiths, Brother Wagaash chafed under the idea that his first official command role would be shared with some half-machine tech-adept. Wagaash had heard that most Mechanicum warleaders, if they even deserved the term, preferred to lead from orbit, and those that did descend to the planet below treated combat as some sort of abstracted exercise in mathematics.		Brother Kutkh Wagaash, 8th Company, watched a storm rising in the equatorial seas and waited for the Mechanicum Legate. Though the Forgeworld had long worked alongside the Ice Wraiths, Brother Wagaash chafed under the idea that his first official command role would be shared with some half-machine tech-adept. Wagaash had heard that most Mechanicum warleaders, if they even deserved the term, preferred to lead from orbit, and those that did descend to the planet below treated combat as some sort of abstracted exercise in mathematics.
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	The voice was only incidentally mechanical. It was resonant, with the polyphonic quality of the wind in empty places.		The voice was only incidentally mechanical. It was resonant, with the polyphonic quality of the wind in empty places.

	;Post 2: "Did you not think that we appreciated such things? The Tindalan creed teaches us that there is elegance in such things and that this is a cosmic design principle of the Omnissiah. Elegance is in all things. In the world below us, in the fine design of the Astartes, and in war."		===Post 2=== "Did you not think that we appreciated such things? The Tindalan creed teaches us that there is elegance in such things and that this is a cosmic design principle of the Omnissiah. Elegance is in all things. In the world below us, in the fine design of the Astartes, and in war."
	The melodic tritone of the adept's voice struck Wagaash. That and the way those glowing diodes had peered from beneath the cowl, trimmed with pale brass. Wagaash had gotten the sense of laughter.		The melodic tritone of the adept's voice struck Wagaash. That and the way those glowing diodes had peered from beneath the cowl, trimmed with pale brass. Wagaash had gotten the sense of laughter.

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	The initial phases went exactly as planned, with the strike cruiser slipping into orbit and unleashing its payload of cryothermal weaponry.		The initial phases went exactly as planned, with the strike cruiser slipping into orbit and unleashing its payload of cryothermal weaponry.

	;Post 3: Wagaash slipped beneath the blow and lashed out with a leg, sweeping Cipactli off his feet. Or so he thought, but the magi barely stumbled before righting himself? herself? (one couldn't tell anymore) on servo arms and mechadendrites and sliding back into a defensive posture, daring Wagaash to come.		===Post 3=== Wagaash slipped beneath the blow and lashed out with a leg, sweeping Cipactli off his feet. Or so he thought, but the magi barely stumbled before righting himself? herself? (one couldn't tell anymore) on servo arms and mechadendrites and sliding back into a defensive posture, daring Wagaash to come.

	It had all started so well, or as well as any plan that involves crashing a derelict freighter loaded with apex cryopredators and cryothermal weaponry into a planet can. The month in warp had been spent examining the topography minutely.		It had all started so well, or as well as any plan that involves crashing a derelict freighter loaded with apex cryopredators and cryothermal weaponry into a planet can. The month in warp had been spent examining the topography minutely.
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	The Skitarii troopers, Thallakes, and automata had spoken little, the Skitarii spending their time drilling or in prayer.		The Skitarii troopers, Thallakes, and automata had spoken little, the Skitarii spending their time drilling or in prayer.

	;Post 4: The Automata and Thallakes stayed in their niches, understandable in the case of the Automata, but the Thallakes were an order stranger than anything Wagaash had seen before. Servitors were a common sight in the Imperium, but the minds of the Thallax were not shattered like a Servitor's, nor did they have the human behavior of the Skitarii. Instead they waited, blank-faced helms unmoving. And yet they wore trophy skulls of xenos predators. Then again, so did the Automata-- the Magi of Tindalos seemed to treat their Cybernetica almost as beloved hounds.		===Post 4=== The Automata and Thallakes stayed in their niches, understandable in the case of the Automata, but the Thallakes were an order stranger than anything Wagaash had seen before. Servitors were a common sight in the Imperium, but the minds of the Thallax were not shattered like a Servitor's, nor did they have the human behavior of the Skitarii. Instead they waited, blank-faced helms unmoving. And yet they wore trophy skulls of xenos predators. Then again, so did the Automata-- the Magi of Tindalos seemed to treat their Cybernetica almost as beloved hounds.

	The magi, led by 5-Imix Cipactli's example had been every bit as open as their minions silent, sparring with the marines. Wagaash grimmaced now, at the thought of it. This duel was nothing like their sparring matches. The base outline was the same, but Wagaash could see now that Cipactli had always kept use of the servo-harness to a minimum. Some sort of concept of fairness, Wagaash supposed.		The magi, led by 5-Imix Cipactli's example had been every bit as open as their minions silent, sparring with the marines. Wagaash grimmaced now, at the thought of it. This duel was nothing like their sparring matches. The base outline was the same, but Wagaash could see now that Cipactli had always kept use of the servo-harness to a minimum. Some sort of concept of fairness, Wagaash supposed.
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	As the heat built and the failing hull shuddered with reentry, the mechanicum drop ship had been launched, even as the ship began to break up, leaking cryothermals into the atmosphere.		As the heat built and the failing hull shuddered with reentry, the mechanicum drop ship had been launched, even as the ship began to break up, leaking cryothermals into the atmosphere.

	;Post 5: The chaff of metallic dust had shielded their ship from any sensors that might have stopped to examine the falling bulk transport and they'd made a hard planetfall.		===Post 5=== The chaff of metallic dust had shielded their ship from any sensors that might have stopped to examine the falling bulk transport and they'd made a hard planetfall.
	Sections of the Makanyanikot fell across the rocky plains in burning ruin, hiding the landing pods with their meteoric brilliance. These landing pods were loaded with the cryopredators, but didn't open upon impact. Instead they waited for what would come.		Sections of the Makanyanikot fell across the rocky plains in burning ruin, hiding the landing pods with their meteoric brilliance. These landing pods were loaded with the cryopredators, but didn't open upon impact. Instead they waited for what would come.
	Minutes after the cargo hauler impacted, the sky darkened. The temperature plummeted. Dawn never came and the sky curdled, snow and hail falling in thick sheets.		Minutes after the cargo hauler impacted, the sky darkened. The temperature plummeted. Dawn never came and the sky curdled, snow and hail falling in thick sheets.
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	"Witch. Afraid to get your hands dirty with the blood of a real warrior?"		"Witch. Afraid to get your hands dirty with the blood of a real warrior?"

	;Post 6: For a moment, Wagaash considered punching him across the smug face, or telling him that he didn't deign to draw the blood of one so lowly. What honor was there to be gained from one so pathetic, but Wagaash smiled and closed his eyes calmly. The traitor would be in pain soon enough.		===Post 6=== For a moment, Wagaash considered punching him across the smug face, or telling him that he didn't deign to draw the blood of one so lowly. What honor was there to be gained from one so pathetic, but Wagaash smiled and closed his eyes calmly. The traitor would be in pain soon enough.
	Wagaash reached out with his mind, prying into the Night Wolf's dense skull.		Wagaash reached out with his mind, prying into the Night Wolf's dense skull.
	And there, he supposed, had been the source of the problem. Wagaash learned that slaves had taken the opportunity afforded by the onset of the arctic night to rebel. They'd slaughtered their human guards and declared an intent to liberate the world. The Night Wolves were assembling to crush them and make an example of them.		And there, he supposed, had been the source of the problem. Wagaash learned that slaves had taken the opportunity afforded by the onset of the arctic night to rebel. They'd slaughtered their human guards and declared an intent to liberate the world. The Night Wolves were assembling to crush them and make an example of them.
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	And so it had been an issue of honor and the duel begun.		And so it had been an issue of honor and the duel begun.

	;Post 7: Wagaash feinted right and darted left, his blade held low. He cut for the mechadendrites Cipactli stood on, but Cipactli blocked with a sound of plasteel on plasteel and a hiss of powerfields. Wagaash ducked the servo arm that swung out at him, stepping in to Cipactli's guard, and slamming his fist into the Magos' carapace, knocking Cipactli back, leaving furrows in the snow. The Magos leapt at him, but Wagaash intercepted him in midair, seizing his metallic limbs and throwing him as the shadow of an idea scratched at the back of his mind.		===Post 7=== Wagaash feinted right and darted left, his blade held low. He cut for the mechadendrites Cipactli stood on, but Cipactli blocked with a sound of plasteel on plasteel and a hiss of powerfields. Wagaash ducked the servo arm that swung out at him, stepping in to Cipactli's guard, and slamming his fist into the Magos' carapace, knocking Cipactli back, leaving furrows in the snow. The Magos leapt at him, but Wagaash intercepted him in midair, seizing his metallic limbs and throwing him as the shadow of an idea scratched at the back of his mind.
	Cipactli regained his balance in moments, a fluid blur of blue-green robes and spinning power-blades and came at Wagaash, each blow a fluid motion, so unlike the stereotype of the Machine God's warriors.		Cipactli regained his balance in moments, a fluid blur of blue-green robes and spinning power-blades and came at Wagaash, each blow a fluid motion, so unlike the stereotype of the Machine God's warriors.