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[Prosperan Son]

"Angmar!" Zailo calls out to the warpsmith before he leaves to his ship. Standing at his seat, he and the former Word Bearer are the last two occupants of the room. He apparently has some last words to say.

[Armoured Priest]

Angmar stopped and turned on the spot toward Zailo, somewhat surprised that he would have some last words for him. Perhaps it was only for his ears in the first place. "Zalio?" he asked, letting him go on with what he wanted to say to him.

[Prosperan Son]

Zailo walked towards him, armored hands folded behind his back. His demeanor was hard to read." I'm sure you understand the importance of this mission Angmar?" Zailo questioned. The look on his face all too serious.

[Armoured Priest]

"Aye, I do." he said to him, sharing the same tone as Zalio. Angmar would not jeopardize a chanc to obtain a god machine from the loyalist for their cause. Before he turn to head back to his ship he looked to Zalio. "What you might want to fret, is if our hope of the Blood Gorgons safety against the Dark Eldar is too strong." he said, the true meaning easily laid in what he said. He turned and headed for the Sammath Naur as he retrace his steps toward this meeting room.

[Prosperan Son]

Zailo watched him leave before the bulk head doors sealed once more, returning to his command throne. He tapped at several key pads pulling up a hologram of of the section of space that the Gorgons and Night Lords were traveling through...

[Armoured Priest]

Angmar made his way down the umbilical cause to the Sammath Naur at a greater pace than he left it earlier. Through the thick protective glass, the vessel can be seen looming next to the Hydra’s maw. The Sammath Naur, an Ark Mechanicus vessel, was a dark space vessel with the white daemon claw where the symbols of the Mechanicum once were seen before being removed and defiled. There were many additions to the ships super structure, both subtle and obvious, that were added to suit the Warpsmith’s and the Warhost’s needs. The most noticeable were the three towers on the aft section of the ship. They were just black as the rest of the vessel, topped off with a crown of jagged blades and were armored and armed with their own weapons, making them fortresses in their own right. But that was where the similarities ended. Two sprouted from the sides of the ship and rose over the command center; sorthac was on the port side and seemed to have a dark gloom around it, despite having not atmosphere around it. To its opposite sat Dral Gradar, its surface covered in runes, bas reliefs, shrines, and other devotional symbols to the ruinous gods. The third sat behind the squat command bridge on the spine of the ship and seemed to be the blandest with one the daemon claw insignia painted on its front. This one was where Angmar made his home and carried out his private experiments and rituals. The view soon disappeared as he entered through the bulk head of the ship, the doors sealing shut behind him. The undecorated interior was lit by a few lights from above. But he saw the green lights that served as eyes of a serpent like metal construct of maroon plates and silver workings that stood tall as Angmar waited for him, everyone else busy in reading and training for whatever contract Angmar would come back with for them.

“Gather them; we have an operation to undertake.” He commanded the daemon engine. It bowed his head and slithered away speedily with the sounds of clanking plates, off to gather seven people for a meeting within the speaking hall.

Moments later Angmar sat in a simple metal seat meant for an Astartes, a banner of an open book with a ball of flame in it hanged behind him. The chair was one of eight seats arranged around an expansive circler table made of varnished dark red wood with a holoprojector constructed in its center. There were seven others with Angmar, all humans, more or less. They spoke to one another as Angmar loaded data to the projector through the terminal that sat in front of him, his helm sitting on the table beside it.

“Soooo. How did it go and what are we doing this time dad?” Angmar heard to his left, from a rather happier tone than usual despite being out of tower sorthac. Sallerin sat next to Angmar with blue robes and hood trimmed with purple over a black cuirass as her knee high booted legs swing with child-like anticipation, her rune inscribed staff laid across her lap. Even with the hood over her head Angmar could see her startling blue eyes looking at him as she smirked. Ever since being freed from that black ship she had seen the former Word Bearer as a father figure even as the head of sorcerer cabal now. “Quiet well and I’m about to show in a moment.” Angmar said to her, a smirk of his own. Sallerin brow furrowed as she frowned and looked back to the projector, now having to wait with the others.

“Have some patience dear, you know how he likes to take his time.” Was said playfully to his right. Naarette wore her power, red with black trim and cloth, which hummed quietly. Her helm sat on her lap as she rested an arm on it, a black spider with a daemon claw on its abdomen on its forehead, the symbol of her Blood bride convent that she led in tower Dral gradar. Her power sword was still sheathed in its scabbard at her side. Her copper red hair reached just past her ears, framing her pale features. Her green eyes had the look of amusement in them as she looked at Angmar. “I did not hear you complain about it earlier.” Angmar said with a chuckle, earning him a glare from her even with her smirk still there. ‘I am going to pay for that later.’ He thought to himself as he finally finished with the terminal. The projector hummed to life as the image of the vault schematics given to him were displayed in the air above it, getting everyone’s attention.

“We are going to Forgeworld Gustav and cracking open this vault.” Angmar said as he pointed an armored finger to the projection. “There will be a regiment of guards men, skitarri, and not to mention a number of techpriest that will be inside guarding it.” He tells them of what he has been told so far.

“While normally I wouldn’t complain about us getting a contract, why couldn’t they just bomb it open from orbit?” was asked with a slight metallic rasp to it. Thessia a few seats away in her adeptus robes that were dyed black after change of allegiance when Angmar long ago took over the Ark. Underneath she wore scaled armor with input ports going down the spine meant for the captain control seat. Most of her augmentics where hidden under her pale flesh with only the red bionic left eye as an obvious one, somewhat hidden behind her electric blue hair. She was The Sammath Naur’s captain, controlling the ship itself and the crewmen and women that served it.

“And have a chance of destroying valuable technology in the process? I’m surprised you would think that.” Another voice cut it, with the sounds of clicking going with it. Mosdron wore a similar black robe as Thessia, but where her augmetics where hidden, there was very little flesh left on him. Metal hands folded together as he rested his head on them. Most of his head was covered by a jagged metal unit that was grafted to his cranium, covering his eyes as well. But that was where it stop, giving way to a mouth with teeth that have become fangs too large to the point where they were now bared into a perpetual grin. The mutation seemed to be a reflection of the head of the Hereteks’ rather upbeat demeanor. “Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised when it comes to a more reckless warband.” He chuckled as his head turned to Angmar as though he could still see. “Why didn’t they try that? Or is there something truly rare in there they know of?” he asked him, just as curious as Angmar was earlier.

“There is, and it’s why we are going to take over the vault.” He told the group. “In this vault is an Centurio Ordinatus.” He finally revealed with a smile of his metal teeth. Both Thessia and Mosdron sat more attention at the news, both formely apart of the Cult Mechanicus they knew exactly what was at stake now. But on the opposite side from Angmar, a bone white mechanical claw rose up hesitantly. “A Centurio what?” asked a very raspy voice, muffled by a face plate.

Gurias was horribly injured before coming under Angmar’s flag with his mechanized infantry company of Doom drakes, which now explains the cybernetic body. One that had bone white ceramic plates over the chest where his organs were suspended in life sustaining fluids and upper portions of his arms and legs. His limbs were skeletal like and ended with clawed hands or bladed feet that were more useful for gripping the surface or enemy than running. He wore a large leather trench coat that covered most of his form, two chainswords hanged from his belt. His head was encased in the same bone colored material, in the form of a reptilian skull. Only two spots showed any flesh, the eyes set in the socket like indentions of the skull casing. They spoke of bewilderment for Gurias was not as knowledgeable in such things as the others, more focused on how to break an enemy force in front of him than anything. Both Mosdron and Thessia sighed and put a hand over their faces, not sure where to begin. Gurias looked over to his side when he was poked by a blade. “It’s pretty much a really big gun brother.” Replied the knife poker with a lupine like voice.

Kain sat next to Guiras, the two of them blood brothers. Kain wore a set of black carapace armor over fatigues of black and grey camo patterns. His helm rested on the table, with a mask in the visage of a snarling wolf, fitting for the commander of the hounds, the company of stormtroopers. He had a pale complexion and black hair that went past his ears. A number of sheathed blades were strapped onto his chest, and two long serrated ones were in boot sheathes, one which he was playing around with as of now. The two of them can always be found together either talking whatever topic it happens to be or up to something involving explosives when they were not training their companies or such. “That ‘big gun’ can turn a war.” Said an older voice, trying to make the seriousness of the situation sink in to Kain and Gurias.

Saug sat next to the two of them, usually in an effort to keep their antics to a minimum. It was the same even before the three and their companies joined Angmar’s host. He wore simple grey fatigues and black boots, a cap with a flaming hammer on the front of it sat on the table, the only thing that marked him as the commander of the Daemon hammer armored company. His greying hair and moustache easily marked him much older than the two. He had a taciturn sort of mentality, either speaking to during a planning of an operation or when disciplines one of the two brothers. His gaze went back to the schematics. “It would take too long to just attack it from the outside normally.” He noted.

“Agreed Saug, which is why we will be taking this route.” Angmar explained as the sublevel and tunnels he noted earlier became highlighted in the projection. “With a weak foundation and these tunnels running underneath the vault complex, we will assail it from within.” Angmar told them, laying the basic idea of the operation. “Kain and his men will go via hades drills and breach into the subsystems and then find the door controls. Mosdron will accompany you with some of his techpriests to assist in the interfacing with the controls.” He said to the hound. Mosdron looked over to Kain. “Looks like I get to go on a trip.” He said in a gleeful tone. Kain only shakes his head. “I’m looking forward to it smiley.” He said to the fallen techpriest in a sarcastic laden tone.

“Outside the complex is where we will set up the rest of the forces.” Angmar continued. “To keep their focus away from Kain’s and Mosdron’s group and to be ready for when the vault door opens with Saug’s armor staying back to provide support.” He said as he laid out their plans. “Once they are, I want the Blood Brides and Doom Drakes to rush in with the hounds still harassing the enemy forces from all sides in there. “ He told them. Naarette looked over to the cyborg officer. “Ready to get whipped in body counts again Drachen?” She said with a smile, teasing Gurias for being beaten last time, even if it was a slim margin. Gurias only chuckled in anticipation, which was made harsher by his condition and the draconic helm housing. Angmar was the only one to catch Saug practically sighing on the inside as he realized he will have to keep the two most berserk people in the host in line. Angmar gave a sympathetic nod to the aged veteran before going over to the final details.

“As we go to the forge world Sallerin will try to contact forces there already to see what can be spared, especially when their efforts might garner good attention from Lord Zailo.” He added. “I’ll see what can be dredged up.” Sallerin said to him, already thinking the best way to word the messages to be most alluring to gather as much support to use so their own forces wouldn’t take the entire brunt of the Imperial forces attention. “Now, I believe that was everything. Go on and get ready, I doubt it will be long before we reach Gustav.” He told the seven, now all able to leave. They go out there separate ways, Thessia to the command bridge to resume command. Mosdron went to the mechanical bays of the ship to see to the spirits of the machines that will be deployed. Sallerin went to tower sorthac to commune with psykers on the forgeworld and seek out what will be joining them. Naarette went to tower Dral Gradar to train and ready her sister Blood brides. Kain, Gurias, and Saug went to their companies to do the same. Angmar rose and went to the third tower, contemplating the possibilities of what this contract has opened. In the black vastness of space, the Sammath Naur plowed to planet Gustav.

[Prosperan Son]

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GO-" The Mad Berserkers zealous devotion to the dark god was cut short when a searing bolt of plasma struck his chest, coring his him like an apple. The scene was much the same across the rest of the battlefield as a wave of cultist and World Eaters charged the Vault, as the massive complex had come to be called, over and over again, only to fail.

Burst of plasma and lasfire streaked down from firing slits inside the walls, wall-mounted battle cannons shelling them furiously, keeping them at bay. Due to the important of the building's contents, showering the complex with artillery was not an option, and thus the war host commanded by Tehran Kand'r were forced into a siege.

Tehran Kand'r, was a Colonel of the now "enlightened" Tarkion 47th, a very large mechanized infantry regiment, that had turned to worship the Gods many years ago. In a war as massive as that had engulfed the Trandasin Sector, many of the Astartes Commanders that had accompanied the traitor forces had been deemed to important for work such as this, their expertise needed for further expansion into the rest of the system. Given the circumstances, Tehran had been deemed acceptable for command of the mission and had jumped at the opportunity to prove his worth.

Now he regretted it. Four failed assaults had resulted in the loss over twelve thousand cult warriors, and over fifty world eaters, he had yet to commit his own warriors, choosing to waist the mindless cultist then risk his own men. Regardless, the Alpha Legionnaire who had assigned him this task had rebuked him viciously, assigning an "expert" to take command.

[Armoured Priest]

Sallerin whistled. “That’s a lot of dead bodies, especially Astartes.” She noted from under her hood as she and Angmar moved to the command building of the Tehran Kand'r, which they gathered after Sallerin got into contact with the Alpha legionnaire on this planet. A muscle twitched every now and then on her face, the sounds of battle not helping any. But she insisted on going with him and he really couldn’t say no. “Indeed, but it is not like one could truly command world Eaters in the first place.” Angmar said to her, his helm and hood back on. A number of Gurias’s Doom Drakes with them. They wore black plates and masked helms with red visors over fatigues of black and deep read camo pattern. A drake’s skull writhed in warp fire was painted on their shoulder plates. They were all armed with lasguns with either bayonet or flamer attachements along with a varity of melee instruments and grenades. All Doom drakes were armed so, ready to engaged in close quarters and win. Even with their faces covered, it was easy for Angmar to notice their impatience and wanting to be with their company for the fight. ‘So much like their commander Gurias.’ Angmar noted to himself. Gurias and Naarette where readying their forces close with the Tehran’s, a mixture of chimeras and rhino apc parked and ready as Blood brides and Doom Drakes conversed with one another as the waited for their moment to move. Beyond them would be the leman russ and predator tanks under Saug, the Daemon hammer armored company. No doubt Saug was already lectured the the other two by now. Kain and Mosdron would be traveling the tunnels with squads of hounds as they moved the Hades breaching drills into position underneath the foundation and waited for a distraction above ground to happen. “Let us see how productive this meeting shall be.” He said aloud as they stride closer now.

[Prosperan Son]

A short walk later and they were escorted by a pair of armed storm troopers. Intimidating to most mortals, they were by no means any match for the warpsmith. Regardless, an escort was required. Upon stepping through the doorways, they could see the entire command cadre of the renegades participating in the conflict.

Tehran, along with several of his officers were gathered around a hololithe projector, all of them standing. The projector showed an 3D image of the vault's outer structure as well as the surrounding battlefield. The entire diagram even showed models representing the forces gathered. Chaos was represented by red dots, the Imperial's blue.

[Armoured Priest]

As the Warpsmith entered the compound he could see that most of the officers surrounding the hololithe projector. Seeing that only the outer part of the vault being projected, Angmar was already completeting the image of its insides from his schematics in his mind for reference. He motioned for Sallerin to remain quiet for now, wanting to see what Tehran and his officers were discussing right now, and to see if what ever plan they had could be easily fitted to his own.

[Prosperan Son]

"A ruse is required my lord! We'll throw a diversionary force and attack from the front, hit them with what appears to be a massive armored assault and then strike them with a spear tip from the flanks with a smaller force." One of the Captain's suggested, drawing a plot across the holo-projector.

"And how do you suggest they break through the vault from the side? The walls are too thick to be blasted through with any charges and any armor seen with it will give away their position." Tehran pointed out, bringing a hand to his chin in contemplation.

"Ahem." The storm trooper cleared his throat to catch their attention. Tehran raised his head at the sound, surprised to see their guest.

"Ah, glad to have you join us my Lord Angmar. We apologize for the delay, but as you can imagine, we've had our hands full with other matters."

[Armoured Priest]

"As I can see." He said easily accepting the apology. He knew the fustrations of an operation when you don't have the appropriate resources to get it done properly. He walks up to the projecter's terminal. "He's on the right track mind you." he said, pointing to the captian that spoke of a diversonary ploy earlier. "I would would only change the direction." he said a bit cryptically as one of the cables slithered into a input port, the lenses of the reptilian helm glowed as he interfaced with the projector. The image now showed the lower levels of the vault. "With my stormtroopers in hades breaching drills, they can pierce the weak foundations from underneath after traversing the tunnels and from there open the gates from within. But before that, Have all of our surface forces assault the front and make them devote all that they have and keep their attention" he told Tehran and his officers. "And when the door opens, well we can finally carve a bloody path into their ranks." he finished with a slight chuckle as he looked to the Commander and waited to hear what he thought of it.

[Prosperan Son]

Tehran raised a brow, impressed by the well detailed schematics as well as the plan the warpsmith proposed. Even though it was simply a redesigned form of the captain's earlier plan. Still that left some questions.

"Where did you get these schematics?" He asked curiously, wishing he had them weeks ago.

[Armoured Priest]

"That would be our mutual benefactor my good sir." He told him, knowing Tehran can draw the correct conclusion for himself. "If this can be done right, we can be rid of this situation rather quickly, as long as the Mechanicum does not have any surprises waiting for us behind that door." he added as the cable withdrew itself from the terminal and the glow faded.

[Prosperan Son]

"Knowing the techie bastards, they probably will, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it." Tehran replied with a shrug, hoping to get this new operation underway as soon as possible. Inside though, he was angry. Angry that his forces were denied such valuable information. Damn Astartes.

"We can redeploy whenever your ready then. We'll spread word of the new plan and get things underway."

[Armoured Priest]

He smiled underneath the helm. "Then go ahead and begin Commander, my forces will move when your's are ready." he told Tehran as he stood and moved back with his retinue. He nodded to Sallerin to let her go ahead and contact the others and let them know. They stepped stepped out of the command structure before she looked up to Angmar. "You know he was mad about not knowing that right?" she asked, a humourous smirk could be seen under her hood. "Of course he was. Sometimes I wonder how zalio expects his mortals to succeed when they do have the resources they need." he said to her as they walked back to thier own forces.

[Prosperan Son]

Tehran watched the two beings leave the room. He waited for them to leave the room before looking towards his adjutant. "It's time to break this vault. Have the priest prepare Malevelontia for deployment."

The Adjutant's eyes widened in shock "But Commander, We risk damaging the Ordinatus within."

"I DON'T CARE! "Tehran snarled, smashing his hand against the projector table."We've been here for too long and expended too many resources. We're going to break through now. The Astartes want a distraction, and I'm going to give them one."

"As you wish my lord." The Adjutant replied, legs trembling in fear at his commanders wrath.

[Armoured Priest]

Angmar, Sallerin, and the Doom Drakes have arrived back with the rest of Angmar's Host. The amount of actual deamon engines where kept to a small number, better to keep the chances of damaging what was inside low. Gurias, Naaretta, and Saug were waiting in a large tent structure that served as the command area for them. They all looked up when the two entered through the entrance as Angmar looked upon them. “We start now, get our forces moving along with Tehran’s.” he tells them before looking to Sallerin. “Contact Kain’s psyker, tell them to advance to the foundations now.” She nods quickly before setting off to do just that. He turns and looks outside. “Now, to free a god machine.” He said with a smirk as he looked at the vault complex, seeing his forces beginning to move now.

[Prosperan Son]

The cogs of war were in full motion, the Tarkions mobilizing for deployment after waiting so long. They had left this in the hands of the Berserkers and cultist for far too lung. Hundreds of Chimeras, Salamanders and over a dozen Gorgon Assault Carriers were preparing for assault.

[Armoured Priest]

Behind the mechanized units of Tarkions were Gurias's Doom Drakes, over a hundred chimeras painted in black and dark red camo of the company with most armed with either bolter or flamer turrents. Dozens of blood red Rhinos and Immolators where in their midst, carrying Naarette's Blood Brides to the fray as well. Saugs black and grey Basilisks andvarieties of leman russes stayed around in the back, ready to punish surviving defence points on the outside when they fire on the host. In the center of the driving force was a pitch black land raider with silver script written along its' surfaces. The daemon maw tipped lascannons and heavy bolters of the Abominable Rift swiveled as they looked for prey. Angmar sat within his transport, the glow of the hololith projector the only source of light within. But despite the lack of visible crew, he was not alone, faint shapes and glows of eyes can be seen fading in and out as if they were not truley there. His time with the Word Bearers have gave him much experience with Daemonmancy. The scripture on the outside of the hull held the warps influnce and it's deziens to the space within the Land Raider, till the warpsmith does otherwise. He sat in the command seat in almost a prayering like position, taking the chance of such close communion with the warp. After awhile, he clicks on a rune on the terminal before him, connecting vox channels to the other leaders. "When Tehran's forces moves forth, begin advanceing behind them. Kain, Mosdron, Sallerin will send you a signal when the forces of the complex shift their attention on us." he spoke into the comm system. A seires of acknowledgements came back through before they went back to their own duties. He reclines into the seat once more, a faint smile underneath his helm. "Something will happen, it's only what that I do not know." He thought aloud, taking stock of the whole plan, and it's awards and punishments.