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03/15/11(Tue)06:16 No.14247697>>14247584 The Silver Horde is coming.
Morale was low so far, as were supplies and chances of reinforcements coming in. The campaign on Gustavos IX was going on for over a decade, and was yet to bring a single gain for the Imperium. For now the traitor forces swelled so much, that just holding the starport and command bunker could be treated as a victory.
And then came the message. The Silver Horde is coming. His Angels of Death ready to cleanse this world of traitors and save the besieged loyal forces.
When the day came a single strange vessel appeared in orbit. It was, as far as he could tell through the occulus, gold. The array usually used as a Nova Cannon had a grappling hook the size of a skyscraper sticking out of the barrel. The armored prow was bearing the motto of the Silver Horde, a saying from an arcane language, letters that dwarf houses composed of fist sized jewels pressed into the golden hull. "Yu gun git it!", for sure a warding prayer. The vessel did not open fire on the heretic's positions, all it did was transmit coordinates and time for the battle for domination over Gustavos IX.
When the time came a massive heretical force was prepared - hundreds of thousands of cultists, tanks, countless artillery batteries, even a daemonic creature here or there. To meet that the Silver Horde deployed a single, solitary drop pod. For a moment general Tomyv thought he saw one of the drop pod doors missing and a man waving at the enemy with his... No. That'd be impossible. |