Death From the Skies (Writeup)

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Death From the Skies (Writeup)

Postby Kinne » Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:39 am

War had come to Jotunfjell. Once the enemy ships had been detected approaching the planet, the massive void shields that protect the city and kilometers in all directions were activated, creating a huge bubble protecting most of the defenders. Hundreds of AA guns were loaded and readied, and the planet held a collective breath. Then fire fell from the heavens.

The more foolhardy or suicidal of the enemy ships moved into orbit directly over the city, unleashing a withering hail of shot into the void shields in a futile gesture. They were cracked in half or forced to flee when the anti-orbital guns returned with fury of their own. Still more ships lined up to take aim at the small stretches of defense just outside of the void shields. Incandescent beams of light smashed into the ground, sending rubble flying in all directions. The few clouds that had ventured above the mountain peaks found themselves riddled with dozens of perfectly circular holes where the shots had burned their way through. After a long, merciless bombardment, the attack began in earnest.

Countless thousands of drop ships, ork rocks, deathclaw drop pods and mycetic spores fell like a hellish rain. The defense batteries lit up the sky with tracer rounds, millions of shots filling the air, and without ever setting foot on the planet, the attackers died in droves. It would not be enough. For every incoming enemy transport that was destroyed, it seemed like five more rushed in to fill the gap. Ammunition that took months to stockpile took only moments to deplete. The battery gunners didn’t even have to aim, so densely packed were their targets.

Transports began to touch down. Within seconds, hatches popped open and thousands of screaming warriors streamed out. Early night had come to Jotunfjell, thanks to massive black clouds of smoke, but dawn returned with the muzzle flashes of a million weapons all firing at once. How many died in those first few moments perhaps no one will ever know. But even as the bodies piled into small mountains, more and more attackers surged forward. Ammunition belts ran short. Power cells clicked dry. Then everything became up close and personal.

There is no being alive that can comprehend or understand the savage brutality of melee combat unless they have actually experienced themselves. Time seems to slow. The only sounds that can be heard are the metallic clang of weapons striking armor, the wet hacking of metal through flesh, and ear-piercing screams of agony, victory and rage. Every moment is a lifetime spent millimeters away from death. Unfortunately for the defenders, their antagonists are creatures born of hate and death, bred or engineered for the personal killing of hand-to-hand combat.

Within minutes, the battle had already been decided. The main line of defense had been utterly overrun. A kilometers-long string of bastions were destroyed or captured. Thousands of courageous defenders had died holding their ground. On the southern edge of the Eastern Pass, the forward air base, which had been launching sortie after sortie at the onrushing enemy, had fallen. Seeing little other choice, the Imperial commanders ordered the hangar and control facilities to be destroyed before withdrawing. To the north, however, there was a glimmer of hope. Carved into the very mountains themselves, the defenders had rallied around the forward command center and stubbornly denied the enemy.

Whatever the following days would entail, things were already looking bleak for the defenders.


Alright, so this is a little late, but the Death From the Skies megabattle decided a few things for the campaign. First of all, the Alliance lost the opportunity to have some air support at the opening of the campaign. The defenders fought valiantly, but the combined onslaught of daemons and necrons were simply too much. The main defense line also fell, resulting in increased numbers of Cult forces pouring into the Eastern Approach. The command center, however, held, and from their the Alliance command can direct the defense.
"Every man is a spark in the darkness. By the time he is noticed, he is gone forever; a retinal after image that soon fades and is obscured by newer, brighter lights."

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Re: Death From the Skies (Writeup)

Postby Kinne » Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:41 am

It should also be noted that the fearsome Toegnasha was not present at the battle itself. His transport had been shot down during the first wave, and though he commandeered a transport from near the crash site, the battle had been decided before his arrival. He, of course, let the nearest grot know if his displeasure at the situation.
"Every man is a spark in the darkness. By the time he is noticed, he is gone forever; a retinal after image that soon fades and is obscured by newer, brighter lights."


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