The Final Battle
Written by Chaptermaster Graymantle
Xavier Crussis, Legio & Deathwatch Veteran of the Imperial Fists (Aarhus)
Neigorath of the Black Legion (Neigorath)
Returning to the Battle Barge “Falcon of Achilleus” with a storage unit containing lost Imperial gene-seed and a huge cache of Imperial artefacts, Xavier Crussis and his warriors were greeted as heroes.
Upon debriefing they learned that The Guardian Angels' 8th Battle Fleet and the Falcon of Achilleus had been forced to halt their Imperial Guard troop run to Nestir V, in order to engage the Steel Dragons' Slaughter Class Cruiser Grantos, as well as the World Eaters Infidel Class, “Predator of Blood”. The battle had been a struggle however, and the Falcon had suffered some minor damage, while the Guardian Angels' Hunter class Destroyer, “Lux-Viscus”, had suffered near crippling damage. To top this off, the 8th Battle Group had lost more than fifteen percent of it's available support crew during the battle, and the Guardian Angels themselves had lost another six scouts to harsh injuries, as well as seeing both Dreadnought Rehab and Standard Bearer Lennox incapacitated.
The Goldfield Voyager, the Doom’s Herald and the Silur's Revenge, had all taken minor damage. Also, both the Bloodied Hands, the Astral Ravens, and the support crew of the Sons of Doom had all taken minor losses.
On the bright side though, the Sons of Doom had finished their support of the troop landings on Nestir V, and had been able to manoeuvre into a supportive position for the rest of the Imperial Fleet. Then, with the taking of the Flamestorm and the Consultant of Mayhem, the rest of the damaged Chaos ships, including the Malevolent Spirit had decided to break off and regroup again. This had bought the Imperials time. Xavier had been given time to secure and begin searching the Consultant of Mayhem, while the Guardian Angels had gotten the Lux Fornax stabilized. Other Imperial ships had also carried out emergency repairs and planned their next move, when life support pods had been detected, holding hundreds of survivors from the Stormwolf, including a horribly injured Admiral Kiel. - Whom, despite his injuries, and to the great dismay of Apothecary Sergio, still insisted on carrying out his duty after receiving only minor medical attention.
These few hours of reprieve did however also buy the Chaos fleet time to repair and regroup. They were no worse off than the Imperial Fleet, so there was no doubt they would be coming again. This meant that after only a short regrouping and a debriefing, Xavier and his warriors once more stood ready to do their duty, just as countless more Imperials did all across the Imperial Fleet.
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Onboard the Malevolent Spirit, the ship's enormous hangar deck was gloomily lit with hundreds of glow globes suspended from chains. Located in the central control tower of the hangar, Chaos Lord Neigorath admired the huge cavernous hall and the ornate steel pillars lending the place a cathedral-like aspect. Two dozen hangar gates lined the ship's outer walls, and lit by the searchlights of the central tower, Neigorath could see frantic activity below. The place looked to be in utter chaos, but in truth it was a well choreographed dance of preparation, as the Chaos Fleet all about her, raged into battle once again.
Their recent losses had been harsh, and especially the loss of the “Consultant of Mayhem” had set the Chaos Fleet back more than expected. With a sour look on his face, Neigorath wondered how it had gotten to this point. They had done well in the war for Nestir V so far. The opening phases had been flawless, and even when seeming disaster had struck, Lord Adramalech had proven that it had all been part of the plan. They had taken heavy losses, but they had also given out an equal amount of punishment to the Imperials seeking to undo their plans. They had drained Nestir V of valuable resources, taken over it's military assets, taken an entire Hive City and even devastated the Imperial forces to such a degree that the corpse worshiping fools had been forced to withdraw from the Nestir V system all together.
Yet the Imperials had returned, and through treachery and deceit they had gotten a foot back in the Nestir V system. Unexpectedly having the orbital defences of Nestir V turned on their own fleet, the Chaos forces had slipped for a moment, and the back-stabbing attack made by the long gone Fellmarines had left them even more vulnerable.
This meant that the Imperials had returned with a vengeance, but even so the Chaos Fleet had held them at bay and had overpowered them, until a few hours ago when the tables were turned and the Imperials had retaken orbital superiority over Nestir V. It seemed to Neigorath that the fleets were both equally damaged and also pretty much equally matched, so this should not have happened.
When they were forced to withdraw, many of the other Ship Captains had advocated simply leaving the Nestir V system behind, gather what riches they had already extracted and call it a victory. Neigorath however knew that Adramalech had spirited away most of the riches they had made in the war for Nestir V, to some undisclosed location far away. He knew that Nestir V had much to offer still, and that the Imperials could be defeated in an all out Fleet conflict. - But most of all, he had given his word, and he was not about to break it.
Throughout a full year of protracted conflict, the War for Nestir V had stretched ever on, but now it was finally down to this. One damaged fleet pitched against the other. Equal in strength and equally damaged. They were both down on manpower and pretty much out of supplies. If they lost in space this day, then Adramalech's remaining ground forces wouldn't have a prayer's chance in Hell, but if they won, then the Imperials would be utterly destroyed. Both stood a chance to destroy the other, and the one left standing would be victorious in the War for Nestir V at last. - Chaos could only stand victorious through strong leadership though, so after the other Captains lost their nerve in the last battle, Neigorath himself had forced everyone else to follow him as the fleet's first proper Admiral.
With this thought in mind, Neigorath sighed as he looked upon the frantic flight deck of his ship, where everyone, upon his orders, were preparing for battle. Whatever the outcome, it would be good to get this war over and done with. - It had stretched on for far to long, and Neigorath was tired of it. - Yet with the loss of both the Imperial flagships and their primary supply ship, he really didn't think the Imperials stood much chance of winning.
Convinced in their ability to win the day, Neigorath smiled to himself. Yes indeed! - Soon, victory would be theirs!
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Less than twenty minutes later, the battle between the fleets was on in full force again. Every remaining ship in both fleets were facing off against each other and powerful energy bursts that could have levelled entire hab-districts were flying through space and smashing into shields and ships alike. Hundreds of different fighters flew against each other in clouds of metal, and swirled around ships that dwarfed them in size. - All pilots locked into their own heroic battles, that would largely go unsung and unremembered. Enormous torpedoes and thousands of missiles filled the void of space as both fleets expended their ammunition stores in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand.
In the middle of this chaotic dance of death, Neigorath had ordered his own ship and the remaining support craft from Sauel's decimated fleet, to close on and engage the “Falcon of Achilleus”. He had taken down two Imperial flagships in the war so far, so why not a third? - Employing his whole reserve of support craft, fighters and special weapons, Neigorath controlled the battle as his ship closed on it's prey. Even so, it took his crew over forty minutes to get into position, and even then only with heavy support from Saul's escorts.
Once in place though, the “Falcon of Achilleus” and the “Malevolent Spirit”, both exchanged broadsides. The Spirit had the upper hand however, as her stealth bombers had snuck up to weaken the Falcon's shields, and Saul's support ships lent an extra hand. Even so, the “Malevolent Spirit” was already damaged and the Falcon had damaged her even further. Also, the support ships of the Guardian Angels were moving in to support the Falcon against the Spirit's own escorts, and so Neigorath knew he had little time to ensure a lasting victory against the Imperials. As it had in the past, taking down their flagship would turn the tide completely in the favour of the Chaos forces, and so Neigorath decided to order one of his damaged support vessels into a destructive suicide mission. The small but heavy Apostate class raider would become a fire ship, and under cover fire, she would close on and ram the “Falcon of Achilleus”. Any survivors onboard were to board the Imperial ship, and they would be followed closely by Neigorath's own boarding teams.
Together they would take the “Falcon of Achilleus”, or destroy her from the inside. No matter the outcome they would turn the odds in their own favour before the enemy's support ships could arrive, and following that they could deal with the rest of the Imperial Fleet largely at their leisure.
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Onboard the “Falcon of Achilleus” Xavier Crussis was witnessing the enemy attack upon the Falcon, from the ship's massive hangar deck. Located in one of the hangar's briefing rooms, he and his warriors were keeping an eye on the situation beyond the ship's thick armoured hull, while their support crew were getting their boarding crafts prepared for another launch.
On the overhead monitors they witnessed hundreds of swirling fighters, missiles and explosions. Lance strikes could occasionally be seen as they lit up the screens, and every now and then they even caught a glimpse of the smaller ships that were harassing the Falcon. - It would be their job, as well as the job of other Legio boarding teams to smash into and destroy those ships from within.
Xavier was just contemplating how much longer the prep was going to take when one specific enemy ship suddenly loomed large on one screen. Xavier recognized it as a damaged and burning Apostate class heavy raider. The ship class was a rare one, and this one was nearly ready to fall apart, yet it was dangerously close to the Falcon itself, and certainly within her safety perimeter. Standing up in anticipation of the attack that had to come, Xavier gasped as the small ship launched prow torpedoes and it's lance battery almost at point blank range. His warriors looked anxious, and with good reason. Sitting onboard a ship during combat with no way of influencing the battle was no place for a Marine, and it put them all on edge.
As fighters from the Falcon scrambled to try and destroy some of the torpedoes before they hit home, while Xavier prayed that the flight deck crew would be done soon, so they could get out of the ship and into the fight. He saw it was too late though, as the Lance strike finaly hit home. The screens of the chamber all went white and klaxons went off as the ship shook from the impact of the Lance strike. The lights flickered as the Falcon's outer void shield was overloaded, then more explosions followed as torpedoes started hitting home, and Xavier was thrown backwards as a torpedo hit far too close to the hangar deck for comfort.
Having just recovered, Xavier was getting his bearings again when Captain Cruento Manus' voice filled the air. “All hands, brace for impact! - Brace! Brace Brace!”.
Shifting his vision to the monitors again, Xavier could see a horrible sight. The enemy Apostate class raider filled the whole view showing the starboard side of the ship, and it was burning. Xavier physically recoiled from the sight and despite himself, he felt his body taking an instinctive step backwards. Then the world all around him exploded. The Falcon shook violently and he was thrown across the room. Metal screeched and seemed to be screaming in pain as the bulkheads buckled and glass shattered. Having hit his head in an impact with a wall, Xavier absentmindedly recognized that his warriors were being thrown about the room like nothing more than rag dolls, but he found it hard to focus and wasn't entirely clear on what it all meant. Then the rooms framework buckled, the ceiling collapsed and everything went dark.
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Xavier opened his eyes again to gloom and confusion. He could smell burning dust and blood on the air, and something was holding him up. No, someone was dragging him. He felt himself being dropped onto his back again, then a face appeared above him. It was hazy and yelling at him, but the ringing in his ears was just too loud. There was something familiar about it all, but he just could't quite pinpoint what it was. Pinpricks were tickling his innards, then seconds later the world started resolving into clarity again. Battle-stimms, he realized. Someone had administered battle-stimms. Suddenly his vision sharpened and his hearing popped back into place. There was screaming, blood, dust, smoke, fire, broken glass and shredded metal everywhere. A loud hissing sound was coming from somewhere far off, and Cyprian was above him yelling at him.
“Can you hear me Crussis?”, he tried again. Xavier widened his eyes and nodded, trying to speak, but he just began coughing instead. It took him a few seconds, but he got it under control and grabbed hold of Cyprian's arm, letting him help with the whole “getting back to one's feet” issue. “What happened?”, Xavier croaked and noted a bloody gash down Crussis' forehead. “It's the damned Chaos raider. - They used it as a fire-ship and rammed us. The Falcon was too heavy to manoeuvre out of the way in time, and she hit us just aft of the forward launch bays”, Cyprian replied. The two ship's are intertwined in a chaotic mess of twisted steel, and we have hundreds dead and even more injured out there”.
“Ok”, Xavier managed, nodding slightly. “That explains why the ceiling decided to give me a knock about the head then”.
“Indeed it does”, Cyprian said with a smile. “But you will be ok. We got a bigger problem up front. Atmosphere is leaking out fast and we have a few hundred crewmen trying to hold back a horde of enemy soldiers. I don't know how long they will last out there, but my guess is not long if they aren't supported soon”.
Xavier nodded again, understanding the predicament of the situation. “My warriors?”, he asked, taking the helmet offered to him by Cyprian.
“They are just outside, awaiting your orders”, Cyprian said, putting his own helmet on.
“Good!”, Xavier said with a smile of relief as he slammed his own helmet into place. “My orders are simply this: Follow my lead and repel borders!”.
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In an even more devastated section of the “Falcon of Achilleus”, Lord Neigorath was strolling confidently in among the fire and devastation. He and his warriors had teleported in a mere few minutes earlier, after the Apostate had hit home. In fact he was rather surprised that his ploy to ram the Imperial Flagship with his own fire ship had even worked. He himself had naturally remained safe onboard the “Malevolent Spirit” until the manoeuvre was complete, but as soon as he could, he had teleported onboard to support the taking of the Imperial ship.
Outside, more Imperial support ships had reached the Falcon, and the space battle between the escort's and few capital ships continued. The “Falcon of Achilleus” itself was still largely intact. Her rear and towers were still perfectly defended, and the gun decks were still largely operational, though the starboard gun-deck had suffered quite a bit of damage. The front section of the ship was however buckled and bent. A major hole had been punched through into the front storage compartments, but more importantly into the ship's primary hangar bay.
The Falcon was still defending itself admirably despite her wounds, and this had kept Neigorath from being able to just destroy her outright. The hole punched through her defences had left her open to large scale boarding actions however, and so Neigorath had figured to lead his own elite Terminator warriors into the fray, for what could possibly be better than to take the Falcon intact, and to use her against her own allies?
With that thought, Neigorath finally reached an opening that expanded out of twisted metal, into the huge hangar bay of the ship. The place was a mess, and atmosphere was leaking fast through huge cracks in the hull, though energy barriers here and there were sealing it up to some degree. What was more interesting to Neigorath however, was the massive battle going on between the borderers from the Apostate, and the defenders of the Falcon. Neigorath smiled to himself, then waded into the battle with a roar, dragging his warriors in behind himself.
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At that very moment, Xavier and around sixty warriors of the Legio and Imperial Fists, arrived on the walkway surrounding the huge hangar bay hall and the battle going on below. From their high-ground, they were just in time to see a score of Chaos Terminators charge into battle, straight for the defensive lines of their own crewmen.
Xavier wouldn't have it and he opened fire on the traitors, not caring that he, quite dishonourably, was shooting an enemy in the back. - There would be time enough to repent for that in the pain-glove later.
Inferno Bolts and grenades flew from all the Astartes in Xavier's war band, and the attack took the enemy completely by surprise. Three of the enemy terminators went down immediately to massed Bolter-fire, and the rest were distracted from their original goal.
Xavier rejoiced at the sight of his enemies scrambling for cover, as yet another couple of Terminators were laid low. His warriors simply continued to rain down death on them for as long as they had ammunition.
Once the rain of death quieted down, some of the Legio Marines began looking for a way down, but most of the ladders had been damaged in the devastation of the ramming attack. From within his cover down below, Neigorath could see his enemy up above though, but none of his warriors had ranged weapons. - He would have to remember to do something about that! - He spotted one warrior that carried himself like a leader and amplified his voice through his helmet vox, directing it at the general area of the leading warrior.
“You are all most notable cowards!”, he yelled. “Warriors that shoot their enemies in the back are no warriors at all. - Such men have no good qualities, and in my opinion they should be beaten by everyone that lays eyes upon them”.
“We are the thin black line that protects the Imperium against the horrors of enemies like you, and we will not be swayed by your words, traitor”, Xavier spat in retort, trying to get the speaker into his sights for the very last of his Inferno Bolts. He caught a short glimpse of the enemy speaker, and saw that he was bleeding, but the Chaos warrior was gone behind cover again too fast to take the shot.
“You sir, you are a coward”, Neigorath continued. “You are a vile leader and you are unfit for any place but Hell!”.
“I really don't care what you think about me”, Xavier replied, still holding his Bolter ready while his men were starting to find ways down. “After today, I won't think about you at all!”, he concluded. “I don't suppose you and your traitorous friends would care to lay down your weapons and surrender to us for a quick death”. Xavier continued after a moments pause. Further away the battle between the regular soldiers of the ships continued, but Xavier couldn't tell who might be winning.
“I'm afraid I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request”, Neigorath yelled back, then decided he had been covering in his hiding spot for long enough, and exploded into action, running as fast as his Terminator Armour would allow him to, towards the lower part of the walkway, where he would be able to cut the supporters of the walkway apart and bring the enemy down to his own level.
The armour just wouldn't move fast enough though, and Xavier had plenty of time to take aim and fire his last Bolt round straight for Neigorath's face. The bolt hit home and exploded, smashing Neigorath's face plate apart, put despite the pain and almost being blinded, Neigorath still managed to get into cover under the walkway itself, his warriors following suit.
Up above Xavier cursed. He had been certain that an Inferno Round to the face would have stopped anything, but somehow the Chaos warrior had continued into cover. Angrily he primed his last grenade and dropped it under the walkway. A second later it exploded, and Xavier unsheathed his Chainsword, vaulted the rails around the walkway and let himself drop to the floor below. The landing was hard, but it was no more than a nuisance for Astartes physique, so all around him, his warriors followed his example with weapons drawn. Immediately upon landing, Xavier saw his enemy. His face was bloody and broken, but the traitor Marine was clearly not ready to give in just yet.
With a yell of “For the Emperor!”, Xavier thumbed his Chainsword into action and ran for the enemy. All around him, his warriors did the same.
Neigorath snarled and spat blood as his enemy came at him. He had been forced to pull his smashed face plate off, but despite his bloody appearance, he crouched ready in a combat posture, lightning claws spread out and ready to receive the foolish Imperial.
As Xavier came at him though, it was clear that the Imperial warrior was skilled and fast, and to make matters worse, being hit by two penetrating Inferno Rounds had made Neigorath sluggish.
Xavier was fast. Faster than any Neigorath had fought in a long time, and despite himself, he found he was grinning, even though his mouth and throat was rapidly filling with blood.
Xavier's Chainsword sprung to life with a loud grinding noise as he attacked from the side, then sidestepped and swirled around for another attack. He swung high, but Neigorath parried. Xavier adjusted to the unexpected speed of his opponent by attacking even faster. He swung low for Neigorath's legs, then abruptly halted the faint and went in for a killing thrust towards Neigorath's chest instead. Neigorath in turn was only barely able to dodge aside as the deadly attack had the Chainsword screeching across his chest plate, ripping Ceramite loose as it passed.
Neigorath quickly slammed the Chainsword aside, then stepped in to rake one claw across Xavier's head, hoping to decapitate him in the process. Xavier was to fast though and ducked low, coming back up to one side. Neigorath had already anticipated that move however, and came back with yet another attack that Xavier was forced to dance away from. With his enemy on the back-foot, Neigorath stepped in again to try and pierce the pesky Imperial Captain with both his Lightning Claws, but Xavier was too fast, and somehow he managed to sidestep and block the double handed attack with his Chainsword.
Neigorath was not ready to give up though. Instead he pressed the attack, forcing Xavier to duck again and again. He employed his superior strength against Xavier, forcing him to block one attack, then another, and then finally he connected. Backhanding Xavier with the blunt end of his Lightning Claws, Neigorath smashed into Xavier's face. His helmet took the brunt of the attack, but even so, Xaver was lifted off his feet and flew aside to land heavily on his back. Inside his helmet he spat blood and teeth.
“I will be your death Imperial!”, Neigorath taunted through bloody teeth. “Do you not fear death?”, he asked, taking one menacing step towards the downed form of Xavier. In turn the Imperial leader rolled over and got himself back up into a sitting position. “I have no need of fear, for if you are to be my death, then it is death that should fear me!”, he groaned in reply.
“Well, well, well!”, Neigorath nodded with a grin. “One shall stand, one shall fall. - Who will hear the reapers call?”, he said and took another step towards Neigorath. Xavier gripped his Chainsword tightly and braced himself as the ancient Chaos warrior charged. He was like a force of nature. Angry, powerful and seemingly unstoppable, but Xavier rolled backwards, landing nimbly back on his feet in a crouched position while Neigorath quickly closed the distance between them.
This time however, Xavier set his Chainsword's pommel against his own armour and with both hands, put the Chainsword's deadly end toward's Neigorath's already damaged front armour at the very moment he was close enough, rising with all his might straight into the oncoming Chaos warrior. The huge Terminator's momentum was unstoppable, and he tore Xavier over, landing heavily on top of him. The still spinning Chainsword already having pierced through his armour, impaling him fully to the hilt. Blood poured and spurted from the wound as the Chainsword chewed its way through Neigorath's hearts, and the Chaos warrior shook violently in his death throes.
Finally Xavier halted the spin of his Chainsword and rolled the heavy Terminator off himself, dragging himself back to his own two feet. Xaver reversed the spin of his sword and with one foot on Neigorath's chest, dislodged it, before bringing it about to decapitate his hated Chaos enemy. Xavier was a bloody mess, his armour stained red from the battle, but he was not done yet. Turning his attention on the rest of the battle, he charged in to aid his fellow warriors.
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Less than two hours later, Xavier stood completely and utterly victorious!
He had lead his warriors and the other soldiers of the “Falcon of Achilleus” in the retaking of their Battle Barge. The Imperial fleet's third flagship was saved, and with this victory secured, Xavier moved on to bring more than fifty boarding torpedoes onboard the “Malevolent Spirit”. The ship turned out to be protected by maze-like corridors and traitor cultists came at them in ambushes launched from behind hololith screens. The tide was turned however, and Xavier lead his men to ever new parts of the ship. Then at last they came upon a chamber full of Imperial citizens, press-ganged into service as slaves onboard Neigorath's ship. Xavier inspired the will to fight in these slaves, and incited rebellion against their so called Chaos overlords.
With bloody vengeance in mind, the slaves joined in Xavier's attack and freed ever more slaves. The uprising and Imperial warriors fought side by side, and finally to loud calls of “Freedom!”, the slaves set themselves free. Lead by Xavier, they overthrew the ship together. Xavier himself killed the ship's Captain while his warriors took care of the rest of the bridge crew. Then, with the help of the freed slaves, Xavier manned the “Malevolent Spirit”, and brought her to bear against the rest of the Chaos Fleet.
In the mean time, the Guardian Angels' 8th Battle Group and the Astral Ravens' Battle Barge Falcon of Achilleus were supported by the Sons of Doom. Together they overpowered the Steel Dragons' Slaughter Class Cruiser Grantos, and the World Eaters Infidel Class Raider “Predator of Blood”, destroying them both in a spectacular show of force.
The Guardian Angels and the Falcon of Achilleus then moved on to protect the Cetaceus Class Bulk Carrier Dropship Psychopompos while it landed troops at the Kea mountain range and the ice fields surrounding it. Throughout the whole of the fleet-conflict in space, Imperial troops landed at Mount Kea had been involved in a major battle against the remaining human army of Adramalech. They finally concluded their victory when the Falcon of Achilius, the Doom's Herald, and the Lux-Pollus all delivered orbital bombardments against the enemy forces at the dig-site.
With their ground forces decimated, their Chaos Lord missing, their Admiral dead, and several of their ships turned against them, the rest of the Chaos ships captains decided to flee, but before they could do so, the Imperial fleet turned their full force on them, hunted them down and mopped up the remaining enemy ships in a destructive rain of death. Not a single Chaos ship escaped that day, and when it was all over, Xavier himself rigged the destruction of the “Malevolent Spirit”, watching her be incinerated in a mighty plasma explosion as her engines and fuel went critical. The rest of the Legio, as well as the few remaining survivors from the other Chapters present, stood by his side at the observation deck onboard the Falcon of Achilleus, and as that last abomination of Chaos presence in Nestir V's orbital space was destroyed, everyone present cheered for the Emperor, for humanity, and for victory!
According to the Imperial Calendar, it was an early day on the second of May, the 123'd day of the year 008.M42, and the war for Nestir V was finally over. The drawn out, bloody conflict had lasted for one year, four months and two days, 488 days in all, and in the end, the saving hero of the war had been one man among thousands. One man that had truly turned the tide. - Venerated Xavier Crussis of the Legio B&C, seconded by the Imperial Fists, and honoured member of the Deathwatch.
His stoic, purpose-driven nature had ensured that not only had he done his job, but he had done it with excellence. He had known exactly what was at stake, and filled with righteous rage, the concept of quitting had been utterly unknown to him. He had seen one of the bloodiest and most drawn out conflicts of his career. Losses and horrors that could have driven any man insane; and yet, despite all this, he had been able to maintain near perfect standards of personal honour and integrity. - A hero to the very core, and a monument to Imperial might.
With the efforts of such heroes, the fate of Nestir V was sealed at last!
And so the winner has been declared and the Nestir V AoD is officially over.
Soon (hopefully next sunday), I hope to post up an Epilogue that will tie up a few loose ends and bring a proper closure to the Nestir V Crusade, but for all intents and purposes, the winner has been declared and the Nestir V AoD is now over.
Thank you for your interest and Congratulations to the winner!
Edited by Chaptermaster Graymantle, 17 June 2012 - 10:54 PM.