[b]Blood Wolves [/b] Chapter 2.1 - Battle plans [i]Outer fringes of Segmentum Obscura[/i] The War council chamber was unique in every way shape or form from the rest of the starship. There were no decorations besides the banners of the 15 companies. There were no benches or seats, this was a place for orders and the final alterations of war. One by one the massive bulks of the captains took their places at the banners. "Brothers, today the Blood Wolves come to the open with our campaign." Growled Brimstone to the assembly. "For months the galaxy heard rumors of the wolves that haunt the shadows. We have faced the Eldar and the Tau. But this time we face the inevitable. The Emperium." With a nod, the Captain of the 13th steps forward. His frame is more slender than the rest of his brothers. Instead of the usual wolf cape he wears a cloak, his face hidden beneath it's shadow. At his side he carries a rune staff that glows with an unknown power. "Since our first conflict with the pirates on the western fringe of the Segmentum the runes have foretold of a great evil. These past months our Primarchs campaign has been one wrought by men and deamon alike. If we fail here the Slaneeshi may yet summon another avatar to this plane." "And how do you suggest we combat such a foe, witch?" Sneered the Captain of the 14th. "Ask it politely to go back to its warp hole and screw itself" "With more of his useless magic more likely." Growled the captain of the 15th. "Just like with the arachnids of Sebat IV." "HALDOR. BIRAK. YOU ARE OUT OF LINE." Barked Brimstone. "Or need I remind you that it was his company that saved us after your twos blunder at Kronis. And by his grace you 2 were allowed to keep your positions." The 2 captains bowed their heads in resignation. The glow in their eyes betrayed them as they began to turn yellow. The 14th and 15th was made entirely of the Chaos worlds born. Combined with the wulfen flaw of their geneseed the curse lingered shallow in the 2 beserker companies. "The target here is a planet called Calvet." Brimstone continued never taking his eyes off of Haldor and Birak. "A backwater agriworld. Its main population is in a northern city long it's coastline. Recon says there is a very negligible naval presence. The main concern is the stations through the asteroid belt. We miss them and word goes to the Imperial navy." "The assault will be staged and multipronged. The 1st 2nd 3rd and 13th will strike at the asteroid belt to ensure astropathic silence. As soon as we have the all clear the 5th 7th and 8th will engage any space craft in the system to isolate. 9th and 10th will deploy across the planet to knock out the minor settlements and covens. The 12th 14th and 15th will be engaged in the city. 12th your target is the eastern walls meanwhile the 15th will deploy on the western docks and the 14th will deploy to tighten the noose. "4th and 6th companies will be held back as honor gaurd. After the tole of the last engagement I deem they currently do not have the significant number to partake in the main campaign without risking the companies death. "No questions this time. Brothers yoy have orders." Brimstone watched as the captives left in silence. Of the 15 only 12 would return. And for what, Pride? [i]No[/i] he though to himself as he held Sirens ring. Steeling his purposes he crushed the thing beneath his fist. [i]This is a message. A message that his games were finally over.[/i] [spoiler]open as fck[/spoiler]