Hello All, this is a Fanfiction, I dont claim any credit for ANYTHING. ALL OF THIS CAN GO TO GAMES WORKSHOP. ALL CREDIT TO GAMES WORKSHOP
None the less there is a Fanfiction that this is derived from.
http://terraluna5.deviantart.com/gallery/30453305/Two-Worlds-Collide
A very good read. My friend has made a very good story.
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+++EMERGENCY-DESTRUCTION OF EXPEDITIONARY FLEET TO TERRA-AMBUSH OVER MUSTER+++
===RECOMMENDED ACTION?====
+++REINFORCEMENTS REQUIRED, PRIORITY OMEGA PRIMUS+++
===ANY AVAILABLE REINFORCEMENTS?===
+++AFFIRMATIVE, DEPLOYED FORCES FROM ASTARTES HOMEWORLDS ADVISED---DEPLOYMENT TO TERRA-FIRST ELEMENTS ARRIVAL 7-30 Days+++
==DELAY UNACCEPTABLE===
[==]TERMINUS DECREE INVOKED[==]
===WHO IS THIS?===
[==]AUTH:REGENT OF STARS[==]
+++CONFIRMATION RECEIEVED+++
===LORD AHRIMAN, VERY WELL===
[==]INQUISITOR GARVEN, WELL DONE[==]
+++CONFIRMATION AUTHENTICATED---REQUEST SENT+++
+++RESPONSE RECEIVED---DEPLOYING THE LEGIONES ASTARTES SPATHIUS ALPHA+++
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[ALLANORS GATE-ACROCELESTIAN FORTRESS WORLD
TERMINUS DECREE DAY 0 6HRS PLUS INVOCATION]
The massive fortress world bristled with guns and platforms, a massive space port where the 411th Expedition Fleet ships docked and then left on their missions in the shadows. Now it was time as the mustering order had been sent out. Astartes gathered, the ships had arrived from across the Imperium. Missions of the Inquisition and such. Now the legion would muster for war. The power of the most advanced technology would be on display. The display of war.
From the towers that loomed over the terra sized worlds surface the Lord of the II Legion watched several massive battleships exit the warp. Ancient and proud vessels tasked with guarding warp storms and bearing inquisitors on missions of utmost importance. They had served the 411th well, they emerged from the warp rifts surrounded by destroyers and escorts.
"Still not the last. How many did Azhek want, how many ships do we need?"
The Primarch of the II Legion, Artouron Allanor said that to the house, observation room where the titanic warrior was watching the assembly. In another tower officers of the Expeditionary Fleet were watching the arrival. The Staff of the II Legion, the Legion Master, they were waiting outside the observation spire. The room was quite large and large enough for a primarch and his guests. The art that was on the walls was priceless, 10,000 years or so. Much was done in secret with the mandate handed to the Legion by the emperor.
The ornate doors that were between the Primarchs viewing chamber of his fleet and the void and the officers waiting. Tables with maps, reports. There was a serious thing. "Enter my sons." The doors opened and in came the council of the II Legion, the officers, captains who were with the Legion, they were heros. Tales that could be told to little children. The Primarch smiled, these were his brothers as much as his fellow princes.
"Hail Nomarch...."
"No matter and no time for that. We have many things to discuss." The Officers nodded. The companies that had arrived, the other ones who were here recently would receive their word. The Primarch and his officers were tasked with planning and that is what they did.
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[DOCKING BAYS OF ALLANORS GATE]
The massive port was one of the several hives, the ships could pull in and they could take the legion on. The II Legion assembled from across the realm, companies that were available on short notice. Two waves of the massive legion were forming for deployment. The first muster was currently standing at some 8000 astartes under arms. They had been loaded on ships at other worlds where the II Legion supported clandestine operations. Companies, squads, detachments. It was reunion of brothers sent on black missions as much as it was a preparation time. A new crop of Initiates, their oaths newly sworn to their legion and nomarch marched onto the bay floor their armor fresh from the forges. The captains leading them company by company all were veterans, teachers. Men who had served for a long time. Support for the young ones came in the form of a squad of dreadnoughts, the revered ancients having been teachers themselves before wounds had confined them to ancient shells that had been checked over by the techmarines before they arrived.
It was more than one docking spire that was handling the dozens of ships that were taking on marines. The massive bays were managed by the mortal officers of the 411ths support forces. The Captains of each spire crew were charged with making sure the ships were loaded. The red tunic wearing officers barking orders to crews that moved drop pods, gunships, fighters, tanks, boxes and crates of supplies. They were veterans having moved the detachments that were sent out more often than not. Tech priests scurried around, they whispered benedictions over the machines being moved down the docking tubes to the bays of the ships. Landspeeders, tanks, they came up from the lower levels, the storage, armories that had been built to allow the transfer of supplies. The elevators brought them up through the decks.
The ships came and docked, received a contingent of marines, then they were undocked to be replaced by other. 8000 became 12000 more than enough. The word came down that the Nomarch would be leading the campaign. WIthin a day , 1 terran rotation the fleet was loaded and jumped into the warp.
