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einDonkye
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Cleaning Detritus

The white dwarf shone without favour, as Anathymaz strode across the field of bodies that contained sentient meatcells barely half a cycle ago. Yes, it was a good time to take out the trash, dust out the palace’s nooks and crannies of the Degenerated, he thought. All that dust needed to be recycled towards the purposes of his Phaeron and ultimate liege.

An audio wave disturbed his contemplations. Focusing his single eye, he noticed an arm moving. The next motion of his third leg stabbed through what was a still-moaning torso of flesh and blood, joined to the slow-moving arm. The audio wave stopped. Yes, it had been too long , the Dreamless eons. We should have started earlier.

The white dwarf might even have gone black, he thought, by the time the Unwelcomed could be fully recycled across all the visible Stars. There were so many of them now, in all sorts of carbon flavours. And yet he could feel the call of the King, to return all his people to their rightful place in the ordered hierarchy of the Galaxy. His Phaeron still slept the Dreamless, as attendants continued their revivification efforts, repairing and replacing the damage entropy had wrought, despite perfect protocols.

He had all eternity to complete his task. There need be no hurry. The wait was over, the task at hand. Yet, the Sunstreams carried on them a note of urgency. The Protocols had not contended with the extent of damage entropy inflicted. Perfection drifted further out of reach with every passing thot. One must destroy before one can rebuild, he intoned. The Path gives clarity. Hate is too simple a concept.

Carbon sizzled across the crystalline surface of the palace. The white dwarf had just feasted on a particularly sizeable chunk of the Red Giant that crossed its path. Well on its way to going novae, posited Anathymaz. The Tombs will have to translocate soon. Meanwhile, the bodies of the Degenerated smoked, and combusted rapidly, as the excess expressions of neutron energy collapsed all remaining cellular life. Yes, we were right to leave carbon behind, as he strode towards the argent portal, while Scarabs feasted on the freshly baked carbon.

Destroyers. We go. The blurt went, a nano after receiving a transmis from the Scarabs in the next sector. The chitter of seventeen other metallic legs might have been a cacophony to the Unwelcomed, but every clack a symphony that told on the status of reanimation from damage received during this recycling effort. They would be ready by the time translocation was complete, as an eighteenth note joined in the chorus, awkwardly before falling into perfect cadence.

The final reports from the Scouring arrived on interstital waves. Ten again, ready. The mark of the Scorpekh hovered some over their heads; soon, six more would earn the right to Destroy; to start their journey on the Path. The rest would recruit again from the aspirants, and the cycle will repeat. They would not rest until Degeneration.

As his be-metalled body absorbed more of the neutron waves cast from the white dwarf, Anathymaz crossed the oscillating portal’s red-hued threshold, igniting his foreblade.


   
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As the fiery glow died from his Emnetic Annihilator, Anathymaz turned away from the putrefying pile of warp-cursed cells and metal.  The fools, he thot.  Power comes from continuous effort, not stolen from the fickle warp that demands repayment at its entropic whim. The scarabs will have their feeders clogged de-warping all that degenerated metal. The quantity of nullentr need to be consumed to reclaim this sector from disorder.

And it all seemed too easy. The price of re-progenitorship perhaps. Just the first steps towards cleaning up this part of the galaxy for He who Knows. Narry a scratch, as his bemetalled carapace shimmered, restoring the lustre of deep grey from the scratch the befouled teeth of the thrice-maddened warpbeliever’s weapon. Returned to his warp as he was condemned from first befoulment, just ahead of its desired waypoint in the 4th dimension.

They had been searching for some artefact. All that scurrying around. Reclaim everything in this sector, he thot at the Scarabs. I must know what these foulspawn desired. More data is needed on their wretched goals. It must be fitted into the Priorieyt.

Around him, the Scourging marked the objectives of increased significance for the Scarabs, and stayed clear of the lumps of cooling unjointed limbs.  The warp brings new surprises every time, replaying the war sequence his Destroyers’ transmis.  Not a scratch. No passage of time wasted regenerating.  Maximal efficiency.  Just as planned.

Or was it a trap?

 

Crusade Patrol Mission: Seed Malignifier

Defender:Derek’s Black Legion

Crusade Force mustered: 

Skorpekh Lord
Skorpekh Destroyers (6)
Immortals (10)

Turn 1 Necrons: Chaos Marines(5) dispatched. 1 wound received on Destroyer & Skorpekh Lord.

Turn1 CSM: Obliterator arrived; Dispatched remainder of CSM Squad(10), 1x Greater Possessed, 1x Chaos Lord. 2 immortals shot by Obliteraotor and reanimated. No damage received

Turn 2 Necrons: 1x Obliterator shot and dispatched by Immortals and Skorpekh Lord. Living metal healed wound received on Skorpekh Lord and Destroyer. 
Full reanimation achieved. 

/End Batrep/

 


   
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The Longer War

The portal flared argent as Anathymaz strode through on his trice-jointed legs as he returned to his Scythe’s sepulchre, the trinket hanging loosely off the tip of his Harvester’s Hyperphase emitter.  Behind him, the portal’s projektors fizzled out with a decreasing hum, as energy flows keeping the shred of the Borthreas Salt Plains barycentrically aligned with the argent portal dissipated. Reality reasserted itself across the now empty chamber as silence returned.

Anathymaz thot, the Crypteks better be accurate about their prognostications about this Neural Crest transvolution technique that required this costly detour from The Plan. Instantaneous acceleration of thots from his bynneural processor to the millennia-old Harvester and Flensing modules. Improvements of up to 33% efficiency gains, they promised. Faster and even more precise strokes on the vermin. Quicker cleaning operations.

Tinkerers! They could never project nor compute the acquisition costs that almost put folly to this detour. Diverting the Combine had already cost one solar cycle of energy.  And that was before adding the reanimation debt incurred during this retrieval exercise.

Five Solars! His transcogitators processed. More time lost reanimating the Crew instead of reclaiming the others from their dreamless state. More delays! The Plan had contingencies self-ordained, but, nothing had been prepared for facing Greater Warpspawn. The Modicum had swung for the edgefields, but still were unable to absorb the crushing blows of the oversized warpspawn and his poleaxe.  And now The Modicum would have to be stood down five solars for full reanimation.

Those re-cursed antemortal fleshbods.  Tearing such a huge rip in the physical realm to bring forth such gargantuan warpspawn. It had towered thrice-over the Modicum who had cut deep into its foul warpflesh. But not deep enough.  These unflesh warpspawn thrash wilder when threatened. It had taken down four Modicum before the other vermin’s false biometal talons swept the rest of the Modicum back to the reintegration chambers.

And The Scouring. It was an under-powered effort.  It had gone well in the first skirmish, tearing the heart out of the vermin with the buzzing limbs. Yet, their Blasters’ accelerators must have misaligned in transit to the Salt Plains. Or perhaps the Crypteks had not computed for the defocusing effect of aero-dispersed fine salts on reducing the programmed exit velocities of their Blasters. All in, The Scouring also needed time for reintegration.

Perhaps it was a computational end-twist. The mission had to be lost, and these vermin given their chance to retrieve their own warpcoin, to better befoul the other vermin’s plans.

Time to revivify and recompute. And to activate the second wave ahead of The Plan.

Crusade Patrol Mission: Relic Clash

Defender:sean Superior’s Red Butchers

location: Borathean Salt Plains

Crusade Force mustered: 

Skorpekh Lord
Skorpekh Destroyers (6)
Immortals (10)

Turn 1 CSM: Chaos Marines(5) dispatched. 3 Immortals not reanimated.

Turn1 Necrons: Skorpekh Destroyers charge summoned Bloodthirster of Unfettered Fury, only caused 8 wounds. Weak rolls. 4 Skorpekh Destroyers did not reanimate. Something about exploding 6s and D4 axe.  Skorpekh Lord conducts relic searching agenda. 

Turn 2 CSM: Khorne Terminators deepstrike; carves up remaining Destroyers on the charge. Bloodthirster attempts to achieve mission objective - digs fruitlessly at ground with big axe. (5+)

Turn 2 Necrons: Immortals digs on mission objective whilst shooting Terminators. Takes 1 down. Lord digs for omission objective - nil returns on both digs. (4+ & 3+).

Turn 3 CSM: Bloodthirster and Terminators charge Immortals. Fully Returned to reanimation chambers. 

Turn 3 Necrons: negotiated settlement. CSM will get to dig at remaining objective they hold on turn 4 ensuring mission victory, and Skorpekh Lord exits field with agenda relic.

39v25 power was a hill too high to climb. simulated Skorpekh Lord v Bloodthirster? Thirster lost remaining 8 wounds for nil damage to Skorpekh Lord. 2 rounds of fighting with Thirster charging. Would have still likely to have lost mission anyway. 

Aside comment next day from Abdullah: DeathGuard 9th codex no longer has any summoning at all.  Foreshadowing? 

/End Batrep/

 


   
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