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Centurion Monst knelt beside the tools, illuminating them with his helmet's light, before he looked up to see if the black growths extended to whatever ceiling the tower had. His Shock Troopers moved into the interior, weapons at the ready.
"Of course, of course.
Now if you will go back to the first page, the Resource collection shall provide your workers with jobs and with those resources shall come a fully outfitted navy with modern weaponry and armor, as well as a pact of mutual protection between our two nations."
The black growth extended far above a gaping opening that appeared to reach through all of the building's floors. The growth and shaft of holes went beyond his helmet's light, putting the scale of the structure into clear view. Unbeknownst to the Centurion and his Shock Troopers, something stirred within the ancient structure.
Higher up
Ring of Fortune's eyes could see the faint light of the visitors, the Empty Travellers who had landed here. Other Ryks made no movements as per their orders, waiting for his command. When the Shock Troopers made way into the structure, Ring of Fortune cast it. Once he was illuminated, the others passed the luminescent message along. It was like a game of telephone, except that the message was repeated from conditioned memory.
Ground level
The structure remained dark and lifeless, seemingly uninhabited. If anything, it was probably just a derelict structure with the black growth, crystals, and tools making it seem inhabited. That is, until the glow of red, blue, green, and yellow faintly emanated from the floor above them. It was faint, and the source was likely located further away from the hole.
ah yes, The Galatics union
"I see, I see. So, I believe this deal could be cut out. Do you have anything to add?"
What happens in the galactics union?
Neo had one job.
The U-boat’s comms retorted a compliance as instructed, and the submersible set it’s course for the Prime Watch Fortress. Carefully, the vessel docked by the aforementioned Ring, while the Obergruppenführer himself prepared for immediate departure. Donning his formal OBSKURA attire—which was litte more than a lightly modified black Schutzstaffel service uniform with a matching overcoat, embellished with the insignia and awards that came with his position, rank, and prestige. No more was the emblem of OBSKURA apparent, which was emblazoned on both his attire and headwear with as much ceremony as possible.
He awaited for the all-clear, once the Sakooran delegation was arrived and prepared to have him.
- | Upon hearing and seeing her reaction Oseni would seem confused on how to respond only seeming to be able to tilt her head in confusion before seemingly having her attention pulled off to something within the distance, both remaining still in the location in which she hovered at eventually looking behind her, just as the sight of a black portal would open in mid air, it's shape that of an Oval and seeming to turn the ground below it into a black substance devoid of anylife. |
| This would finally cause her to speak, just as she would drift towards it |
- | " Unfortunately I may have to call this talk of ours at an end, it's clear I am needed elsewhere, I am certain you would be able to hold yourself on the world as it is, If only they were able to prevent the rotting of life when this gateway opens, the grass enough was hard to keep alive.. " |
Zhilov smiles, and ends the transmission. He then proceeds to open a channel to all dreadnoughts in his control, addressing the bridge crews and excavation beam operators to inform them that the beams are to be directed on the Varski ground troops.
In under a minute, all twenty Jupiters have fully charged their beams, and unleash their streams of plasma onto the world below. Each beam rips into the Varski lines, vaporizing troops, machines, and terrain alike. The artillery elements simply vanish from the surface of the planet, alongside thousands of Varski infantry, as the ground beneath them turns into glass.
Following the successful glassing of the Varski lines, frigates begin deploying infantry battalions consisting of both standard and heavy troopers, APC sections, MBT brigades, and squadrons of Tempest mechs. Armed with plasma weaponry, the infantry quickly engages the enemy from range, supported by the heavy firepower of the MBTs and Tempests. APCs with MRLS attachments and artillery attachments shore up the assault, while those with sensors begin scanning the battlefield for hostile command posts.
To provide the ground troops with air cover, Sabre fighters and Hermes gunships take positions - the fighters are able to make rapid strikes into enemy formations while preventing their own air units from coming too close to the Union troops, as the gunships perform heavy strafing runs while dropping Vega mechs into the midst of the enemy.
"There would ultimately be a pay back of monetary value for the resources given.
After that there is nothing we require, do you have any requirments that need to be met in this arrangement"
Battle of Civilitas Centrus Part One: Outside the Walls
Near the time that the Varski forces besieged Capitalis Imperialis, the third army of the Stellar Union arrived outside the gates of Civilitas Centrus, the largest civilian and industrial center on Terra Magna. Assigned to the defense of the city are Primarchs Roboute Guilliman and Vulkan, along with their Legions. In total, they numbered at around 2,000 Legionnaires of the Ultramarines and Salamanders, supplemented by mortal forces of the 48th Central Auxiliar. As was their usual tactic, the Varski unleashed a barrage of plasma from their artillery walkers, causing severe damage to the walls. Refusing to allow the enemy artillery to reach civilian targets, the defenders, led personally by Guilliman and Vulkan sallied forth and charged the Varski.
The Land Raiders of the Ultramarines were the first to enter combat, their massive cannons unleashing carnage on the enemy. Close behind them were the Astartes, their armor deflecting all but the heaviest of shots. The two Primarchs wreaked bloody havoc with their mighty weapons, and hundreds of Varski fell before their combined might. Unfortunately, might only accounts for so much, and during a lull in the fighting, a Varski sniper got off a lucky shot, striking Guilliman in the throat. While the Primarch lived, he was in critical condition. Witnessing the fall of their leader, the Ultramarines retreated back into the walls, followed closely by the Salamanders and Imperial Guard. Though the Varski had won the preliminary battle, they had been left so bloodied that they were unable to fully capitalize, and had to settle in for a protracted siege.
"None that I can think of off the top of my head."
She offers a handshake to seal the deal.
He shakes her hand.
"Now we both sign here."
He hands over a document handwritten in Cursive
"Understood."
The delegate signs, handing the paper back over to the ambassador.
"May this document close ties between our two great species"
He heads back towards Warband territories
Renate nodded. "It was a pleasure talking to you, Oseni." She watched the Ascendant enter the portal, then turned to her guards, and ordered them to head back up in the shuttle and prepare to drop the residency.
Then once they were gone, she finally broke the serious demeanour she'd been maintaining the entire time, and laughed and jumped.
She'd done it! She'd gotten herself assigned to a planet that wasn't farmed to extinction or a hopeless desert like Osiris!
Then she finally calmed down, and set off to explore and find a good spot to put down the residency.
(I guess that's it.)
(Yep)
"We couldn't. Something was messing with our transmitter, and when we sent a ship it never returned."
Development
Developement continues with animalian payments
The burly man growled, and seemingly noticed that the truck was yet to actually stop. “Hey!” He directed at the vehicle’s cabin. “Didn’t I say to stop?”
Kopkow slowly unholstered his pistol, while HK, though occupied as driver, slipped out from a hidden compartment his own firearm.
The leader eyed the slowed truck. He returned his gaze towards the smaller figure in front of him. “Tell them to stop the truck. We’re checking the back.”
With a gesture from his head, Ringvereine goons started to move in.
And were stopped, Khe'y'enne moving in front of them. Her pistol was drawn now, but not pointed at the goons directly. Her other hand was on the hilt of her sword, a flicker of balefire seeming to glow in her red eyes.
"No, you're not. You're going right back the way you came. This shipment's getting moved, one way or another, and I'm not going to be delayed."
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