Wrath and Duty 8

<StaffenGM> Three landers painted in dutiful black descend upon Lucatiel. Their target: Tir Ganon, planetary capital, home of the Governor, seat of Parliament and the Ministorum, and hub of the Planetary Defense Force.
<StaffenGM> The Kill-team occupies Lander Lambda. Trailing behind Lambda are Landers Chi and Beta.
<StaffenGM> And aboard Chi and Beta are the first wave of the Janissaries. Soon will follow the second, and the third after that, before the first wave of landers returns with the final surge of soldiers.
<StaffenGM> In your ears you can hear the vox chatter between the lander crews and the Haspasia's flight control.
* Herbert mouths a prayer barely audible to himself.
<StaffenGM> Beyond the shudder as you hit atmosphere, everything is nominal. And then, mere moments after reentry begins, a hailing ping assaults your ears.
* Priad holds a small, at least small in an astartes hands, metal tube and is slowing rolling it between his fingers as he gives the oath to Chapter and Emperor.
<StaffenGM> "Commercial Transport Haspasia," calls a voice, matter-of-factly. "You do not have authorization to deploy craft into planetary space."
* Invictus recites to himself a section from the Codex Astartes as his had rest on the handle of his force sword.
<StaffenGM> The voice goes unanswered for a moment as the lander's shuddering begins to subside.
<StaffenGM> "Commercial Transport Haspasia," the voice persists, "Your sortie is now designated UF-1. UF-1 is to receive a flight pattern to return to your vessel immediately."
<StaffenGM> The intervox in the lander chimes. "Kill-team," says the pilot, "How do you wish to respond?"
<Herbert> "Pilot. Tap me into the frequency."
<StaffenGM> "Acknowledged." A ping goes off in the intervox. "You are live in 3, 2, 1..."
* Priad turns his helmeted head to Herbert, though he doesn't say anything. The Apoethcary just watches.
<Herbert> "This is Knight-Brother Herbert of the Knights Teutonic Astartes Chapter. Should you further interfere with this Imperial Delegation's business, I will hold you personally, and mortally, accountable. Clear our craft for landing, or see the Emperor's righteous retribution end you."
<StaffenGM> A moment passes in silence. "UF-1 is now designated Flight-793. You are clear to proceed."
<StaffenGM> A second ping indicates your vox-grilles are no longer feeding to the ship vox.
<StaffenGM> "Acknowledged, Lucatiel Ground. Cheers."
* Priad gives a brief chuckle. "Well done brother."
<Draco> "That was effective... I will admit."
<StaffenGM> The intervox chimes. "In review: the LZ is the courtyard of the PDF command center," says the pilot. "First deployment will establish a secure point to wait for the arrival of the second wave, before expanding the perimeter. We make contact in 120 seconds."
<Herbert> "Ready yourselves."
<StaffenGM> As your vehicles descend, and the G-forces press against you ineffectually as the craft begins to to pitch up, another ping goes off. "Flight-793, you are advised to slow down. Lucatiel Ground to Flight-793, repeat, slow down... Flight-793, please! I don't care what your flight-plan is, but in the name of the Throne slow down!"
<StaffenGM> With a final suicide-burn the craft stops, and touches down. The bay opens.
<StaffenGM> "Kill-team Upsilon, clear to engage!"
* Herbert drops down first, scanning his surroundings, as his jump-pack comes to life, with a steady low powered jet-stream
* Priad gives his wargear a quick check over, his narthecium pinging his diagnostor helm and making various noises. He raises from his crash-seat and stomps down the loading ramp, bolter clenched in two hands. His flamer and chainsword sitting on his back and hip, respectively.
* Invictus exits from the ship and drops down next to Herbert, his Force sword drawn and at the ready.
* Draco exits the vehicle with his missile launcher braced on his left arm.
<StaffenGM> Landers Chi and Beta are touching down as you exit -- and across the courtyard opposing you, a line of carapace-armored troopers are scrambling to form a picket. Beyond them looms the Castle -- the PDF's central base.
* Herbert makes for the moral troopers at a steady, determined pace.
* Invictus follows Herbert's advance, his sword at the ready.
* Priad follows almost adjacent with the Teuton, his weapon held across his chest in full display.
* Draco holds his bolter in his right hand and advances with the group.
<StaffenGM> An officer pushes his way through the PDF line, and takes a mouthpiece off the back of a vox-trooper towards the center.
<StaffenGM> "Unidentified intruders!" he shouts, "This invasive action constitutes a violation of the every civic law and every code of autonomous sovereignty of Royal Lucatiel. You are to stand down and submit yourselves to our authority!"
* Priad snarls in disgust. "Disgusting, you would use filthy blue-devil weaponry?" The Astartes voice booms from his helmet's speakers as he points at the handfuls of men dispersed throughout the picket line with Tau Pulse Rifles. ++They armed with pulse rifles, brother,++ he says through the squad link. ++I would target them first.++
* Herbert growls, but keeps his pace, closing the distance further.
<Draco> ++Disgusting. Let's end these Heretics.++
<StaffenGM> As Herbert approaches, the soldiers raise their weapons. "This is your final warning!" blusters the officer. "Stand where you are and lay down your weapons!"
<Herbert> "STAND DOWN, MORTAL!" Herbert's vox speakers blast across the courtyard. "YOU WOULD ORDER YOUR MEN TO FIRE UPON THE EMPEROR'S ANGELS OF DEATH, ORDER THEM TO DOOM THEMSELVES?" Herbert points to the line of PDF with his ceremonial sword. "AND WOULD YOU ALLOW YOUR SOULS BE CORRUPTED BY FOLLOWING SO HERETICAL A COMMAND?!"
<StaffenGM> The officer drops the mouthpiece, and, shaking his head, pulls out his sidearm.
<StaffenGM> He puts it to his right temple and fires.
<Invictus> 1d10+4
<Priad> The Apothecary shakes his head in disgust in with in-human speed lets his boltgun go, magnetically attaching it self to his leg, as he grabs his flamer. He flicks the run to turn on the pilot-light while also disengaging the safety. He depresses the firing trigger and a mighty cone of orange-hot flames spurts forth engulfing several of the PDF troopers in purging heat. "In the Emperor's name! For Ithaka!"
<StaffenGM> As the 4th and 5th Companies deploy, they capitalize on the rapidly evolving situation and join the Kill-team in firing on the picket, gunning down numerous PDF troopers in the process.
<Herbert> "YOUR SOULS ARE DAMNED, YOUR WORLD IS FINISHED! THE EMPEROR'S WILL SHALL CLEANSE THIS PLANET OF ITS FILTH!"
<Herbert> The Knight's form takes to the air just a meter above ground, jump-pack propelling the massive form forward at speed. The impact against the mortal horde caves in chests, tears limbs, and sends men flying like ragdolls.
<StaffenGM> So devastating is Herbert's charge that the remaining PDF troopers flee. Most drop their weapons -- others simply are too focused on running to vacate their hands.
* Invictus channels the power of the warp toward the retreating man as lightning shoots from his hand to two of the man, killing them instantly.
* Draco fires at a few of the fleeing heretics, killing two of them.
<StaffenGM> A loud klaxon begins to whine at an increasingly high pitch, declaring to the world that you are now at war with this planet's would-be defenders.
<StaffenGM> Several windows in the Castle are smashed out from the inside. And moments later there are PDF troopers taking up firing positions from within the structure.
<Priad>  With the flamer still in hand, Priad charges forward, putting all his speed and weight to stomp forward rapidly towards the window and wall just next to the front door.
<Priad> He blasts through the window and wall making a roughly Astartes-sized hole.
<StaffenGM> Priad's charge topples over a team of PDF attempting to roll a heavy bolter into position in one of the two side windows of the lobby, killing all three of the crewmen simultaneously.
<StaffenGM> He finds himself in the Castle foyer, with dumbfounded defenders caught in the midst of the hurried rush.
* Invictus runs up following behind Priad through the hole he created.
* Draco runs through the opposite window of Priad and runs over several people.
* Priad turns his helmeted head slowly to the nearest group of pdf, blood, gore and stone dust caking his midnight black power armor. The red and green crystal of his helmet's eyes almost glowing in contempt. He depresses the firing trigger again, another wave of flames lick out to deal firey death to the traitorous PDF.
* Invictus targets the other group that he can see, he again channels the power of the warp, striking the group with bolts of lightning.
* Draco charges at the Horde and screams "WHO DARES FIRE AT HIS ANGELS!?!". He punches the heretics with his servo-arm.
<Priad> Practically laughing at the mob of PDF, who can't seem to hit him with their lasguns, he fires another spurt of righteous flames, burning away their heresy.
* Invictus charges in to the group engaged with Draco, his warp charged sword cuts through multiple targets in the process.
* Draco continues swinging at the enemy, killing more and more.
<Invictus> Now with the lobby cleared, Invictus begins making his way up to where Herbert is to join him.
* Draco follows the Librarian.
* Herbert presses on, running through with bursts of his jump-pack, hunting his target
<StaffenGM> Herbert crashes through the wall again, only to come face-to-face with what has been evading him: a dark-enamelled, bulky, light-masked alien fiend touting a peculiar weapon. The assailant is now trapped in the hallway.
* Invictus charges into the room and into alien, swinging his sword through the xeno, killing it with his warp enhanced sword.
<StaffenGM> With the fall of the armored alien, the halls fall dead. Moments later, the crunch of Janissary boots fills the halls. The Castle is taken -- for now.