The Fall of Polaris III

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The Fall of Polaris III

Postby IronLich » 13 Aug 2013, 00:50

Salve, excelentíssimos colegas!

Como anunciado, escrevo e narro a batalha fotografada por nosso colega Mateus matgc na seção Battle Reports, localizada aqui. As fotos ficaram muito boas, retratando passagens interessantes do embate, uma batalha de Apocalypse utilizando das novas regras recém-lançadas. Contando com aproximadamente 10.000 pontos para cada lado, participaram das forças imperiais tanto matgc e Gabriel spacecrusader, enquanto entre os xenos, comandaram Adriano adrianotavares19 e eu próprio, assim com um neófito no hobby, Thiago, que ainda não se vinculou ao fórum.

Segue narrativa! Escrita em inglês, pois facilita a imersão no cenário/setting, além de evitar as famigeradas traduções.

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Polaris III

Another world of the Imperium, lost in the Ultima Segmentum between less-often travelled trade routes, it would be considered little more than a forgotten Agri World should it's tithe rates in the production of grain, in the most various qualities, exceed that of more properly 'central' hubs of industrial production. Called by it's propaganda ministers as one of the richest 'Barns of the Imperium', Polaris III is also the smallest of it's immediate cousins, the neighbouring planets of Polaris I and II, the first a desolated rock unsuited for life, and yet treasured by the System Goverment for the Iron and Mercury mines scattered about it's surface; the second a gaseous behemoth without any center but molten slag.

It's production, usually spread throughout the whole Segmentum through many spaceports diligently checked and protected by the opressed platoons of the Imperial Guard, is claimed by the best of dock-masters to be out of surface into the supply frigates heading into space towards the hulks that carry the exported goods towards more valuable systems and planets. The grade of production and exportation means that the life of a worker on the agri-fields of Polaris III would be a dream compared to most life in other comparable Agri-Worlds, perhaps only less pleasant than on the protected realm of Ultramar, where worlds such as Iax and Masali guarantee it's workers own protection by having it' whole population compulsorily serving in the Planetary Defense Forces for a handful of years, where also the very Ultramarines recruit their warriors. The food was plentiful in Polaris III, the hab-bloks much better kept than in Industrial or Hive Worlds about the Segmentum, it's people honest and hard-working folk.

And there was the Fortress. A massive installation kept perched high upon a distant mountain, Polaris III was also kept under the watchful eye of the Space Marines. It's redoubts, called for it's keeper's primarch, were known as 'Dorn's Shoulders', a mighty complex hidden underneath a Chapter-Keep of the Black Templars, long given into the custody of their brothers, the Imperial Fists, as a place of both training, tradition, and recruiting. And yet, sometimes, a Crusade Fleet will come the way of Polaris III, to visit it's Keep and the stationed brothers, when Feasts will be celebrated to rekindle vows of companionship and praise. There will be combat and training sessions between both forces, some sparring to remember the Feast of Blades where all chapters descendant of Dorn will fight, blade in hand, for Glory and Praise, and when recruits will be tried from the people of Polaris III. Perhaps not as fierce in combat as those bred on Catachan, but certainly as hard-working as any men worthy of being citizens of the Imperium.

Then, it changed. The Stars moved and shifted, like they always do, like the Ancient Ones were always aware off. The Stars move, and change, and their burning cores syphon energy across the Void Eternal, sending beings so lesser and susceptible like the Orks towards it, their psyche so taken by the single goal of War ignorant of the Fate the Stars handle them, leading them through routes away from where resistance might be thickest. To places small and big. Thraka's Wars on Armageddon are but one of such movements, dictated by the Star-Gods themselves. Forgotten and Locked into the Labyrinths, yet, some whisper they still feed off this energy, that they still have their own agenda beyond their current shattered state.

To places like Polaris III.

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It started so suddenly.

And seemed so small at first. A simple strand of an orkic Waaaagh appeared on all satellite sensons across the system's borders, the edge of the prefeered Warp Jump locations suddenly crowded with the xenos' fleet, a space hulk of tremendous size and it's carrion escort of fly-like ships and vessels, stolen, recovered from derelicts or even 'kustomized' by the crafty mekboyz. But it erred from Polaris III, merely landing on the distant Polaris VII and heading to less important, less populated worlds about where the evacuation was quick enough. The destruction brought by the xenos was quite minimal in personnel and mobile craft, their presence an inconvenience to the logisticians and navigators only, who had to rely on less stable, and less used Warp Jump locations about the galactic north and northeastern tiles of the system.

This... sloth on the Imperial side to send for help was soon their undoing. To their excuse, of course, it was one of the times said Crusade hung over the orbit - A Black Templar Strike Cruiser, a Battle Barge, even, and many smaller vessels, so who would think Polaris III in danger? The Space Marines would fight the Orks, the Imperial Guard would parade, and the everyday life would return to normal. Every satellite able to relay a message about the ork invaders, who seemed not to be in any hurry to land in Polaris III, was suddenly cut-off from the surface of the world. Destroyed, captured by the enemy, certainly, but some still blocked by what was thought to be Warp Currents. There had not been a Warp Storm in the system ever since the first settlers of Polaris - and no proof whatsoever that there had ever even been a Warp Storm in the nearby systems either - a fact uncommon enough to be noticed, but the reasons all pleasantly ignored.

And in a cycle, a day, there the ork fleet suddenly appeared out of thin void over Polaris III.

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The Ork invasion fell upon the planet shortly, and yet, just a moment before the first Roks were sent to the ground, just as the Imperial defense gathered their weapons and primed their Battle Tanks, a message was broadcast into every communication device - vox spoke with it's voise, pic-feeds brought it's likeness to be. Servitors printed up it's words.

A sole, tall figure stood in the darkness, it's shape barely distinguishable from the shadow it stood upon. It wore a thick mantle of green peeble-like pieces of steel.

"The Most Exalted Majesty of the Sautekh Dynasty, Phaeron Imotekh, the Stormlord, Master of Voltaic Might and Nourishing Light, Overlord of Mandragora and untold worlds, speaks his formal greetings in the name of the Triarchy. Long live the Triarchy."

It's voice was utterly alien. It was certainly too articulate to be a message coming from the Orks.

"The World of Hetalos belongs to the Sekemtar Dynasty, and your lesser people tresspass upon it. As gracious suserains to the Sekemtar, the Sautekh offer it's phalanxs to retake this one of their Coreworlds, as it is only proper. All current inhabitants illegitimate must leave orbit in exactly 03:00 tachyon parsecs. Once this time expires, exactly at the end of this message, the Sautekh Dynasty will commence Protocols of War against any that remains upon the surface of Hetalos. This is a formal and honorable Declaration of War on any nation, people, or association that remains upon the Coreworld. The full might of Mandragora shall be laid upon the surface, as it is the will of Imotekh."

"These are the words of the Phaeron, spoken through the Most Honoured Nemesor, Zahndrekh of Gidrim."


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And then, there was much chaos. Much death, just spoken. And no message of it would ever reach the Broadest Imperium of Mankind.

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Re: The Fall of Polaris III

Postby Adrianotavares19 » 13 Aug 2013, 17:21

Luca acho que a narrativa deveria estar em portugues já que tem muita gente como eu que tem um ingles ruim ou pessimo :)))
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Re: The Fall of Polaris III

Postby SpaceCrusader » 16 Aug 2013, 20:55

Oloco Lucca, vc é praticamente um Matt Ward!

Muito bom teu conto e seu domínio do inglês, parabéns!
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Re: The Fall of Polaris III

Postby IronLich » 17 Aug 2013, 02:24

Valeu mesmo, Gabe! XD

Muitos anos de aulas e jogos 'point'n'click' deram nisso aí! Eu ainda queria escrever mais e descrever certos eventos da partida, mas cansei. Quem sabe mais tarde! XD E ainda quero alguma hora escrever do ponto de vista Necron, já que é tão, tão raro!

Não me lembro sequer de ter visto uma 'novel' que vá nesse lado. Tem o Infinite Tableau, mas a perspectiva do Trazyn, the Infinite, é tão pequena no finalzinho do conto...
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