The invasion

[luy22]

((The original idea was to have a tyrinad invasion, so I beleive that is what we shall start with ^^))

On the outskirts of one of the small villages of Olympia, a small farm resides, around the farm there are several buildings, including a barn, inn and several other buildings, a small imperial transport lumbered up to the inn, the transport resembled something like a jeep. The door opened and a black boot hit the ground and dust flew up...

Hidero O'Connun shut the door to the imperial transport. He walked into the small inn and sat at the table. The commisar took out a flask and drank from it. He looked out the windows at the pastures of Olympia, past that he could see the deep forests and over that was Mount Olympus, the capitol city where he had came from. A man walked up to him.

"Greetings sir, what may I serve you?"

"Nothing, I am here for a rest then shall be off."

The man nodded and walked away. Hidero took off his commissar hat and shook his head, then he rested the hat on his head once more. He stood up, and walked out to his vehicle. The man took off, dust flying up. He passed two men working with a large farming machine, splashing a puddle on them.

"In the emperor's name! That man was rude!"

"Eh, shut it and get back to work, I got dirtier takin' a bloody shower."

The young man nodded, and got back to work at the controls of the large mechinized beast that plowed through the crops, shoving it's maw full of weat. Not long after they had been splashed, a large meteor came hurtling down, it smashed into one of the abandoned barns. The shockwave of the impact knocked the whole barn down, and dust and weat flew everywhere.

"Dammit!" one of the man yelled. "Odd meteor, let's go check this out..."

One of the men began to approach the crash site, while the other ran back to the vehicle to fetch the laspistol. He shoved the laspistol in his belt and went back, soon drawing the pistol. His friend was no where in site. Then he heard a sound of pebbles tumbbling down a hill from the crater. He approached, to see a smooth ball object that had been cracked oopen, his friend was still nowhere in site.

"Alright, cut it out and come here and fight ya mongrel!"

then, a large ghostly dark shape, inhumanly fast leapt from the crops onto the man, ripping him to shreds, then it dissappeared into the craps once more...

Zeus II, Knights of Olympia fortress, some hours later...

Uthar Pregnaught watched the servitors linger around his large room. The whole room was vast, with one large window on the wall, overlooking the forests. It was night, so he could make out the round shape of Olympia well. He walked back and sat on his throne. Uthar stared over at another wall, where the axe of zeus sat. Some servitors walked around the room, fixing the things that needed fixing like his armor. The chapter master turned his throne round so he may look out the window once more.

Zeus II, deep forests

Jax Hungir sat on a rather large log. He and a small squad of recruit space marines had been sent out to kill some cyotes that had been feasting on their dinner, deer to be exact. He was facing away from the small camp, up at the fortress. The space marine captain got up and turned around and lingered back to the camp. The new recruits smiled at him as he sat down, and took a bite of some rations.

"Next morning.." He began. "We shall be approaching a Cyote cave. The caves are vast and deep so be careful and remember to use the shoulderlights. Oh, and the cyotes are not like normal small ones. These are large, and they're smart, they have even been recorded using actual tactics to catch prey. So just be careful, get your boltguns ready and in the morning, follow me."

The recruits nodded as the captain got up and sat in his tent. He held up his powersword and adjusted it and cleaned it so it would be ready for the morning's hunt.

The next morning...

As the marine squad eneterd a clearing, a loud noise appeard from nowhere. He gazed up to see a Olypian Thunderhawk land in front of them. The door opened and a space marine with a helmet looked at them.

"Sir! The master wants you, he said that you are needed on the planet, would you like us to take you there?"

"Yes, right away."

The thunderhawk boomed and flew off. They thankfully left a veteran there to look after the recruits...

[gorthuk]

Fjor sat in his quarters of the Imperial Headquarters on Olympia. He was writing a letter to his own planet Armageddon. "Dear Shiya,..." were the first words he wrote down, he hasn't seen her in years, but she was still loyal to him, trying to raise the children in a small house in the hive-world. Fjor thought it could be better to bring them to this planet, the air was clean and criminality was clearly not as high as on Armageddon.
Even though he wore his own air filtration mask often, more out of a habit. He began to touch his short-cut hair, it was done the day before yesterday.
He usually walked with his colleagues alongside the forest, just outside the city. Fjor didn't trained as often as his starting years, though he is a military from profession.
As a sergeant of the Armored Division, you didn't necessarily need muscles, though a fit condition. As a Sergeant he was quite able giving commands without shouting at his men, but since he went to Olympia it felt more like vacation. He never got assignments or missions, he was just there... in case something would happen. As far as he knew Olympia was a peaceful planet. The only crisis was when a fire was origin for a collapsing building and his Chimera was used shoving the rubble away and transporting survivors.

"Sir, come out, you've been in your room for hours!"
"Fero, I just have to complete my letter to home, I'm inviting them to live here, the accommodations here are quite cheap and way better for my children. You can call me Fjor when I'm off-duty"
"Sir, this is not for relaxing, we have to get to investigate an unidentified falling object at the outskirts. Our sensors found something, but then they crashed." "This sounds interesting, colonel, are our Chimera's packed for transport?"
"Yes, sir."
"Colonel, it was about time something happened, though I liked being on vacation for 5 months now."

He took with his paper, to continue his letter on the way to his objective.

OOC: Critics, if needed, are welcome.

[Fangar]

Paul stared our over the bustle of the parade ground, the rumble of chimera engines adding to the cacophony of boots on the dirt as men hurried to and fro, the dust and fumes climbing up into the sky and over the forest. With calm steps he crossed the parade ground to where his squad were assembled, each man concentrating of their own task be it cleaning his rifle or checking the vox equipment. As he approached the Corporal; Harris, looked up and stood the rest of the squad doing the same.

“As you were.” Said Paul, Harris approached and leaned forward to speak.

“Our orders sir?”

“Recon on a UFO, though we have to catch a lift.” Replied Paul indicting to the chimeras.

Harris smiled and turned to the squad telling them to get themselves together ready to move out. Satisfied Paul looked round for the armoured transport sergeant he was to report to for transport. As he looked round he took note of the different company insignias – Armageddon, Relicaon VI so many different ones, though it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see collections of different companies together (he’d been on enough campaigns to know that) Paul wondered about the variety and the fact that added together there probably weren’t that many fighting men assembled, after all he and his men made up part of the single Platoon from the 3rd Caronia Company present on the planet probably numbering only 50 men in total dotted across the planet – the command platoon in the capitol. In most major battles he had been present during Paul had never seen less than a full company present of one force or another. Did this mean they expected no action and were merely here as part of the PDF. If so Paul wondered whether he and his men would quickly become bored.

He had been here only 2 weeks and had begun to think this would be another back water posting until some huge emergency happened and he would be shipped off, until now finally something to do.

Finally spotting who he was looking for Paul set of for the Chimera sergeant. Finding the orders requesting transport Paul took them out of his pocket and approached Sergeant Fjor Byrm as he spoke to several private’s as they scrambled over the Chimers to get them ready.

“Excuse me Sergeant Byrm….”

[luy22]

The Knights of Olympia strike cruiser hovered over Olympia. From it came several Thunderhawk gunships headed for the surface.

There was the sound of thunder as the Knights of Olympia thunderhawk gunship came in for a landing in the fields. As it did, the gusts of wind blew over weat. It finally landed and the boarding ramp dropped. Captain Jax walked off with two space marine bodygaurds. The three walked off in the fields in the direction of the crash site. Jax turned to the gunship.

"Stay here until ready for liftoff."

++Understood sir!++ The pilot replied over the comm.

Jax nodded and turned back to the task at hand. The three marines finally came over to the crash site. The space marine captain gazed into the pit at the object. It was sphereical in shape, very smooth and had a brownish color to it.

"Hmm.. This looks like a xenos pod of some sort. We shall wait here until the authority arrives, go inform the pilots to make a camp in the field."

"Yes, my lord."

One of the bodygaurds left to inform the pilots.

The pilots walked out the front boarding ramp with two servitors that began to set up a small field base.

Jax spoke into the comm net. "This shall be our base of operations until this is all sorted out."

++Yes, my lord++ Came the replies.

[gorthuk]

"Ah, good day to you, Sergeant Paul. I assume you're here for transport?"

Paul nodded: "Yes, here are my request orders."

"Everything looks allright, but you can just ask me for a ride anytime, then I got something to do at least. Tell me, how long have you been here, Sergeant?"

"Only two weeks. Sergeant Fjor."

"Hm... well, I think the men are ready. Everyone get your stuff, we're going to the outskirts, check your fuel tanks and the weaponry! If something happens, we better be prepared! And please be friendly to our guests, teasing them can come later!"

With that last comment, one of the corporal's joking immediately returned to work. While squads filled up the space inside many Chimera's. Sergeant Paul and Corporal Harris entered Fjor's Chimera.

Harris got quite interested into the many weapons inside and asked what some of them were, in return he got short and concrete descriptions from what the weapon was and from which Xenos it originates.
"Sometimes in battle, lasguns lack and if you have a boltgun ready, it can do much more... don't touch it.. it's Space Wolf powerfist, trophy from long ago! But I still haven't managed to wear it myself."
"How can you have Spacemarine weaponry... here?"
"Well, I was in a battle with Orks long ago, we got reinforced by Space Wolves, but due to some lack in their understanding of the codex many died. Since the Orks were already looting the corpses. I felt much like doing that myself In order to prevent strong weaponry ending up at the enemy! Instead giving them back to the chapter, I fancied myself some of the weapons. They're quite useful most of the time. Oh well, I haven't been fond of the codex myself, never read it once! Haha!"

Fjor knew his jokes were vague or very annoying at times, but he always thought: if I can laugh about them myself, I'll keep on making those.
He putted on his air filtration mask. His face was now completely cloaked behind a helmet with dark glass before the eyes and the mask. The only thing that distinguished him from the other Armageddon soldiers, who did the same, was his distinctive insignia's and a few medals.

"So we're almost there for the aerial transport, just hold tight when we get lifted! They do that, since there's a forest blocking our path and our government doesn't likes that we cut down their crafting material ourselves."

[dante]

The Valkryie soared through the sky with immense speed, leaving behind a faint trail, flying it was one of the pilots from the “Hellstrike Squadron”, Carlos Rodriguez.

“Scanning Complete…No Unidentified Targets” The Valkryie spoke with its feminine mechanized voice.

“Area Clear” Carlos spoke through his vox-caster, a long-range communication device.

“Incoming Transmission” The feminine mechanized voice of the Valkyrie spoke again.

“Rodriguez, you have been assigned a new task, were sending you the briefing” Said a mature voice.

“Uploading is Complete. File #9746: Landing Coordinates; 49, 15. The Knights of Olympus require immediate aerial transportation.” the mechanized feminine voice of the Valkyrie was heard again.

Carlo’s hand slowly modified the course by a simple move of the steering mechanism of the Valkyrie, as he passed through a barren wasteland to a lush terrain he increased his speed and slowly began to ascend higher. After a few minutes Carlos saw a dense forest where the landing point was, the Valkyire pilot slowly landed awaiting the Knights of Olympus.

[luy22]

++This is Jax Hungir of the Knights of Olympia, we did not request any air support. We have one of our thunderhawks, over.++

Jax turned and walked back into the thunderhawk and satred at dusk flying down over the mountains, the sunlight hit his white armor perfectly, sending a silvery light coming off him. He walked back to the crash site, on the way he walked by servitors at work, some marine scouts, some marines, several turrets and other space marine buildings that had been sent down in a drop pod by the strike cruiser. He walked over to the crash site and stood waiting for the Imperial gaurd to show up. They were to secure the area and to see whatever had used the pod would come back.

++Sir! We've got somthing!++ He heard his comm say.

He drew his bolt pistol and followed a squad out into the fields while the others stood gaurd.

[gorthuk]

"There might be something wrong with the communications, not the marines, but we, the Armored Division requested for aerial transport to the crash-site."

Fjor looked to Sergeant Paul: "I can't really be positive about the communications here, especially after the UFO crashed. Well, then we have to go against the 'guidelines'."

He opened the lid of the turret and the other tank-drivers did the same as well.

"Sir, what are our orders? If no transport is coming?"

"We go trough the woods, blast the rules, what about something really bad happened. Maybe nothing did, but we would be blamed even more, if we refused to go on."

"Yes, sir."

He looked down into the cabin and pointed at Colonel Harris: "Colonel, mind if you helped me equipping the dozer."

"I never heard of two men lifting a dozer themselves?"

"Haha, we from Armageddon are prepared for everything, look around you, guess why we have everything fold up. There is a carrier-platform over there, used for thousands of years and still the best tool to lift heavy things."

The door opened with steam coming out of the tank. Hydro-pumps slowly lowered the metal plate and stopped when it touched the with leaves covered soil of the forest edge.
Fjor pulled behind him the carrier-platform with a big block of plate, behind him walked Harris followed him disappointed. Paul looked around him, looking if he could find something interesting.

Exactly 10 tanks were being equipped with dozers by their crew, with help from the Caronia Company's men. All dozers magically unfolded and were being placed with just a few bolts.

"We are famous because of these tanks, it's no surprise they make up for the core of the Imperial Army. You can get addicted to them. My tank is named: Hellbasher."

He nodded at Harris, who already returned to the back-door. Fjor slapped the tank's new dozer and returned himself. Slowly the plate lifted again and with a hissing and bump it enclosed the cabin. All tanks rumbled even more than before and they began to slowly move forward again, with Hellbasher in front. Logs and trees were moved aside for the colossal machines, when they entered the dark of the forest.

The last tank got bumped by something in its side. Luckily it didn't left the road created by the tanks in front of him. Its driver looked outside from the small opening in the side, he could swear he saw something, but he guessed the possible creature was just a deer, dim enough to crash itself into the tank.
What he didn't knew, was that the creature looked back, while the tank continued following the others.

Soon the creature hiding in the bushes got accompanied by others of his specie.

[luy22]

Jax saw what they had found. A large crashed peice of farm machinery had come down here, but that wasn't what surprised him. It looked as if somthing had burst in one end of the cockpit and came out the other. Jax stared at it.

"Sir." A marine said from behind him. Jax turned to him.

"Call for more thunderhawks, troops and fortifications, servitors and turrets we're going to keep building the base around this area too. Get all of the populace to evacuate the planet for now and get them somewhere safe. Order all Imperial ships in the fleet to create a blockade around the planet. We must make haste! The hive mind is now upon us!!"

With that, more drop pods carrying buildings and turrets came down along with some that carried dreadnaughts and troops. Most large machines were being used to cut down the field and dig out deep trenches. Jax walked down the road in a rhino followed by two bikes. He walked in and a man came in.

"Oh.. A.. a marine... what can I-"

"The tyrinads are coming sir, get your family to mount olympus you and the rest of the civilians of this planet are being evacuated by a ship to the nearest safe planet."

The man stared for awhile before leaving. Jax turned to the marine behind him.

"Call down some more pods to this area, we'll need as many space as we can."

++Sir!++ He heard his comm go off.

"Yes?"

++There's a crowd of militia here who want to fight, shall we let them?++

"Yes, if they can, we need as much help as we can get, this shall be where the creatures shall strike first.. How many are there?"

++Every militia group from every city and village on the planet.++

"Very well." He turned to another marine. "This building shall serve as the field HQ, the area where we first landed shall be the front."

Jax left the building and got into the Rhino that took him back to the front. Space Marine buildings were everywhere, servitors scurried about fixing things into place and the marines organised into the squads in the trenches. He got out and walked into the largest building, the Fortress Monestary.

The sky grew darker... It would not be long...

[Fangar]

Paul was happily thinking to himself as the chimera drove through the forest. He had been pleased with the help the men under his command had given when the dozer blades had to be fixed. In the 10 strong vehicle convoy 20 of the troops riding within were part of the Caronia company detachment, leaving 30 on the other continent at the capital. The other squads Paul hadn’t recognise but they seemed well trained.

Suddenly the radio came alive.

++All available troops are to converge on the coordinates being transmitted++

“What the…?” said Paul, but he was cut off by the continuing transmission.

++We are about to be attacked by a previously undetected Hive fleet. Repeat we are about to be attacked by a hive fleet++

“STOP THE CONVOY!” shouted Paul and the convoy ground to a halt.

Fjor looked at him, “Why? Didn’t you hear the transmission?”

“We can’t go there, we have to turn around and get back to base. The Spaceport and city on this continent will need defending as well as the capital on the other.” Said Paul

“But the orders said…”

“The orders come from space marines who believe that focusing our defences in a makeshift base will save the planet. Abandoning two cities built for defence and that’s exactly where civilians will flee too once word gets out.” Paul looked in earnest at Fjor, “Understand the space marines don’t have the man power to stop an invasion with or without us and the fleet in space won’t hold for long. I don’t care what people think but the emperors best of not the nids will roll right over them.”

Fjor looked at Paul for a moment, and then set his jaw tight. “Right then, I’ll take your word for it. On your head be it.” Said Fjor commanding the convoy to turn about.

“If I’m right we’ll survive if not then we had no chance anyway.” Said Paul more for his sake than Fjor’s.

Quickly the convoy sped back to the base on the forest continent, at the same time unbeknown to the convoy hundreds of civilians were streaming toward the base seeking refuge. In space the second wave of Tyranid scouts hurtled through the atmosphere, some intercepted by the ships but not enough. Meanwhile thousands of miles past the moons of the planet the hive fleet continued its inexorable advance against the out classed fleet that stood in its way.

OOC: remember this is a hive fleet were facing and for thsoe who read Gworkshop fluff they will know how defestaed the Ultramarines were when they were attacked and considering the the Olimpians are no where near that good well...lets just say were in for a rough ride.