"The vistas I relish most are those in which the sunset plays a transfiguring & glorifying part." — HPL in a letter to Donald Wandrei, 927.M2.Holy-Terra.
OST - Epic Action | Tom Player - Takedown (Position Music) - Epic Music VN
Forty thousand years from when the days were numbered. Generation, after generation, after generation, down deeper and deeper into a vortex of lineages, through imperishable glories and unclean abyss, defying the laws of space, time and materium. Forty thousand years of evolution and involution, technological discoveries, medieval obscurantism, kept as sacred relics of a legendary era now lost. The survival of mankind depends on countless battles, but every man, everyone is called today to a single duty in the galaxy: survive and triumph. Verbum Caelestis warlord titan, immense human icon, giant prodigy among the most secret mysteries of the cult mechanicus, does of its time its mantle: it will cover it of glory, or obscure in the eternal oblivion.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
The huge roar of the kult of speed behind the massive Great Gargant is becoming stronger. Warlord Zorba, at the sound of a sinister siren, orders the ferocious assault. The XXI° infantry regiment of the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees is not yet fully arrived to Finnich square. The orders are coming fast from the command bunker, frantic, frenetic: "Finish the redeploy to Finnich square and be ready to fire!", "Ready to break down the battlefortress before it will take the access ramp!", "You are not ready yet? Prepare an overwatch fire! Prep...", but while the orders are still echoing confused, the ork initiative overwhelms the regiment. Under the gaze of Verbum Caelestis warlord titan the immense kult of speed swarms furiously and engages the imperial soldiers, sweeping away the regiment of the commander in field: killing, burning, destroying everything. In few terrible minutes the clash is irredeemably lost.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
The speed freaks horde, nearly untouched, regroups in front of the huge Titan, ready to support the imminent conquest, the decisive assault of the Great Gargant.
<< Stormtroopers platoon T-Wings 96. Order sent: engage the kult of speed with the support of Verbum Caelestis. Now! Orders confirmed at all the regiments, procede with the conquest of the ork supply line! >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The stormtroopers platoon with a methodical advance arrives at the foot of the Titan, occupying the adjacent building. Within moments the four valkyries unleash a missiles storm, made even more powerful by the Multiple Rocket Launcher's missiles, the support of the warlord titan, and the stormtroopers fire. Within minutes the entire area catches fire, throwing in the air shred of warbikes, scorchers, buggies, wartracks and what remains of the already devastated imperial regiment. Large fireballs explode in the square, spreading tongues of fire and fiery glow. After few minutes, the whole area is a smoldering lunar landscape, still glowing. Unrecognizable.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
A large column of smoke rises high and terrible from Finnich square, followed by smaller other, disfigured sign of a terrible battle, a terrible slaughter. But flames and flares do nothing but inflame the warrior fury of the orks, and the evil sunz mob mounted on their battlefortress advances rapidly up the access ramp, passing under the noses of the stormtroppers and the warlord Titan. The battlefortress advances crushing bodies and wreckages, orkish and imperial, rendered almost unrecognizable, amid the columns of smoke and fire. The mob jumps out from the battlefortress and occupies the building previously devastated by the scorchers. The warhorde opens fire on the last sentinel that stands in the ork's assault way, destroying it and forcing the last two to retreat near the great iron bridge. For the Great Gargant the way is open.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
Behind the evil sunz, for death-koptas land on the square, creating havoc among the leman russ in disarray, with the result that put another one out of order. Finnich square is burning.
The order of General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers is clear. The events on Finnich square must not in any way stop the glorious imperial conquest. And so it is. Conqueror Mundorum Warlord titan, mighty and huge machine of conquest, advances inside the ruins, the primary ork objective, and conquest it! The Inferno Gun does flare up a huge fire inside the building where the Goffs are perched, in vain. The goffs horde burns inside the buildings, burns inside the ruins. The Plasma Destructor incinerates two dreadnoughts while the Vulcan Mega Bolter is hammering incessantly adding massacre to massacre. Within minutes the goff horde has been decimated, but not yet defeated.
Fluorescent glows, experimental missiles, hammering gunfire, the speedstas, wrapped but not involved in the Titan's fire immediately open a retaliatory fire against the praetorian combat servitors disembarked from the Corvus assault pod, destroying half a dozen.
The imperative is to block the road at the orc forces, prevent them even to challenge their primary objective. An impossible mission, a bold action! The dropship class M33 trident gradually loses altitude, and in contravention of all imperial policies lands in front of the entire orc army, blocking the way. The Goffs, decimated, launch the assault, ready to devastate it, but end up hopelessly under the support fire of the Titan and its praetorian combat servitors. the starship's void shields collapse under the orks fire, and an explosion opens a gash in the hull of the ship. However, the ship is still operational, and the orks, a few dozen, are forced to flee, now completely defeated.
The action on the ork front gets hectic, crazy. The imperial advance doesn't let up, and all ork mobs remaining are closing ranks in attempt to stop it. The blitz brigade, the few tanks survived at the apocalypse of the warlord's barrage missile, advances rapidly and the last braincrusha, with a lucky shot, settles the decisive blow at the landed starship, breaking it in two in a terrible explosion. But the ork enthusiasm did not last long, when The XI° infantry regiment moves down the access ramp, and patrolling the crossroads take the last ork tanks in a terrible crossfire, crushing them all.
The way, blocked and then opened by the destruction of the drop-ship, is immediately closed again by the arrival of the hydras flak platoon that, positioning always at the shadow of Conqueror Mundorum, hammers with a rain of bullets the last Goffs in disarray, slaughtering them.
The Mekboy Gargant, another awesome miracle of the malignant ork intelligence, begins to activate its prodigious weapons, ready to unleash them against Conqueror Mundorum in front of it; but an unexpected failure, something goes wrong, and the super Lifta Droppa misses its target, and the entire Gargant loose balance and can't even shoot with the rest of its weaponry.
The first phase of the imperial assault goes to completion with the arrival of the XXII° infantry regiment, which leaves the large palace on Finnich square and occupies the building, ork secondary objective, in front of them. An approaching maneuver, and the stormboyz mob is under the massive fire of the imperial lascannons and the bombing of the griffon tanks. At the end of the bombardment, twenty stormboyz have fallen, but the retaliation is lurking.
Still roar the engines, and this time is the speed freaks Warbands outriders, led personally by their big boss. The warbikes horde runs with frightening rapidity the tract of land from the cathedral in ruins and the building where is perched the XXII° infantry regiment, hitting it with their machine guns. Some soldier falls, someone is injured. A small thing, but it's the suicidal assault of the stormboyz which immediately makes the fire flare up. The ogryns intercept more orks they can, but soon the swarm bursts inside the building: slaughtering and being slaughtered.
Outside the warbikes are firing wildly, and so do the hellhound tanks and the infantry of the XI° regiment. Ten minutes of fierce battle leave at the ground all the stormboyz, five ogryns and more than half of the imperial soldiers.
The clash turns to an imperial victory, but a pyrrhic victory. the XXII° infantry regiment retreats to the crossroads, exhausted and defeated.
