The orks run to invasion crazy of adrenaline and loot. Battle and treasures, and the thunder of battle.
The imperial guard mechanized regiments, arrived well before the titan legion, have engaged battles with the ork hordes penetrating from the north side of the city and joining the already weak and decimated defense city forces, while the ork hordes, tens of thousands, invade and press all over the southern perimeter of the city. The city of Kepler Secundus looks badly damaged, especially in the southern suburbs. Its population has evacuated to the north, abandoning the entire front line. Dozens of clashes on the border raged for days, clashes that see engaged the imperial infantry against huge hordes of boyz. Axes, machine guns, artillery, an ignorant clash for occupy the territory.
The orks arrived mainly with a horde of boyz and cannons, with their common support vehicles, although the imperial navy from orbit detected some rough Gargants lead the invasion. Nothing compared with that which is moving with the huge army of Napoleork.
Napoleork is approaching from south at the head of an apocalyptic army, and if he will not be defeated quickly, thousands, millions, tens of millions will come from all the planets of his empire, attracted by the roar of the cannon, and the irresistible frenzy of the battle!
The battle on Kepler Secundus goes from neighborhood to neighborhood, from street to street, a slow attrition war that sees the Imperial forces back toward the heart of the city, while the first specialist in cityfight imperial troops engage the ork line in some critical points.
"On the ancient temple of Antenorian forge, Angry of vengeance the forgotten nemesis come. Over plumbum gates they spread the scourge, to steal their metallic glory great slaughter is done." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
Transistors, pistons, fibers, gears and mechanisms now unknown to humanity, technology no longer unlockable. Technology lost forever, whose fruits, rare, come from huge industries that still produce their own lost machines and circuits. Those circuits have memory, those gears soul, and as a shadow of the past, a ghost, an ethereal will, the machine spirit manifests itself, in an unique symbiosis with the one, him chosen, which has the honor of move it in battle. There, in the mystery of the most unknown, lies the machine spirit of a Titan, omniscient, inscrutable, of eternal memory. And as man communicates to the machine, sometimes it's the machine that communicates to man...
OST - TIAMAT - Cain (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
<< Still this nightmare! Still he, archenemy of the Hells Angels! He, son of Salem, that return from the void that swallowed him and his damned legion, thirsty for revenge! He's dead, he, rotten damned, was defeated millennia ago by our ancestors, by you! Rex Archangelus... What do You want to communicate me, omniscient Omnissiah! Is it a horror from the past? A memory, an illusion, or what? We are here, on Galrisian. ...It cannot be possible, I've seen... them. >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. divisio on Rex Archangelus, imperator titan.
++ Holy TERRA. Adeptus Terra. Encrypted file 6b5e454532AF ++
From the diary of the Inquisitor [CENSURED]
Beyond the huge gates of Aurelio, along the immense path of the Titans, a colossal road seven miles long sinks glorious in the heart of Vladimir mountain, crossed like a spine from dozens of minor roads and streets, dark passages where robots, servitors and skitarii grope in the green twilight, direct to their machines and gears, their home and destiny. But the heart of the mountain, where the holy Vril of the Legio Metalica is guarded, is the unattainable citadel of Charcall. There, where it ends, or in fact, begins the path of the Titans, at whose right side is a massive space port, and protected, beyond huge walls, the massive plasma reactor, active and roaring by millennia, heart and power, inextinguishable flame of the factory-citadel. Just beyond, the path turns to the right, giving to a huge ramp that leads to a maze of huge hangars and huge fortified caves, where the legendary titans of the Legio Metalica, but not only, rest, sometimes for millennia, ready for war.
But the view, as soon as you have the courage to raise the head, shows the horizon shakes the fog, toxic smoke and ruby flashes shake the air, illuminating the factory in all its sinister glory. These and many are the fumes, that seems there is a cloudy sky on the roof of the mountain, where fight thunders and lightning, beyond which large ships vanish through huge gates and emerge from the top of the mountain, leaving the planet. But those ships don't load, in truth, the Titans, who are embarked on huge star cruisers in the clearing of Baiver, outside the gates of Aurelio. The sight is of such a spectacle, those immense machines that emerge from the gates and on parade head to the vessels it's perhaps one of the greatest tributes to the glory of our Great God Emperor and their God Machine. How lucky we are to have such powerful allies! They founded with Him our Imperium!
Under those mists and between the flashes, the huge factory works uninterrupted, an immense assembly connected by huge rails and gargantic locomotives. Huge, towering the statues of the Omnissiah and of who was once the founder of the battle group of the Legio Metalica Hells Angels division. Big and huge as an imperial palace their glory touch the clouds. Everything here is steel, in such a quantity as to think that they have emptied the entire planet to forge their citadel.
Among the immense gears and factories, emerges the castle-hive of Thartia. A chaotic conglomeration of concrete and steel, a jumble of flags, practically, an immense alehouse and whorehouse. There live the great nobles of Piombus, pilots of the Titans and the barony of the Merovingian, one of the seven baronies of knights their allies with which they rule the planet. The princeps of the titans form the dominant nobility, and in the great square of Thartia roar their old bikes, ancient artifacts and relic of a lost age.
So, this what I seen with my own eyes and this carried over to you, High Lords of TERRA. There is no heresy, but disgust for their primitive costumes, but again wonder and amazement, among those who are our best allies in this segmentum, and together, obedient, loyal under the great imperial eagle. Even this place is our empire, and being the God Emperor His sovereign, then it's not unfair to say that this is also his home.
Your humble servant. [CENSURED]
OST - (Killing joke This Tribal Antidote) edit whit music maker 16
My name is Pastorius. Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica Hells Angels division. I bring the will of Rex Archangelus, I bring the iron voice of the Omnissiah through the galaxy in the name of the Emperor of Mankind. This is our club, this is our house, this is our family. This is Piombus.
Piombus. Bubbling bowels of the mountain, sacred relic of Mars, unattainable citadel in whose belly unstoppable as countless assembly lines work tirelessly, creating machines that create other machines, even more larger, at the apex of which stand out the most unreachable and mighty machines of mankind: the titan legion. Undisputed lords of the planet, the princeps of the Legio Metalica H.A. division reign by millennia, with their bizarre rituals and traditions, in a kingdom of glory and steel.
The Planet Galrisian call our name, legionaries. There, Napoleork will unleash his hardest blow. Arm yourselves, my braves. Arm your metal roaring beasts, because now and again we go to war for defend the imperium against the beast beyond the green river.
