Back in 2011 I took part in a Battlefleet Gothic campaign. I can't remember all of the details but it was a narrative campaign, and I was a little late to the campaign joining near the tail end. I think I only played about 3 games at the time and only two of those were strictly part of the campaign.
As it was a narrative campaign many players wrote short narratives either in the lead up to a game or post game from their admirals perspective. So I followed suit by creating a short introduction to my fleet and I thought I would share it with you today.
I've never written any sort of fiction but I'm quite proud of what I came up with. I think I had recently read First Heretic by Aaron Dembski-Bowden and I think some ideas were heavily borrowed from there and other Black Library books.
I did intend to follow it up with a post game story and I'm kinda sad that I never did. But my fleet is still technically the same fleet. I maintain the same 1500pt roster, all my ships are named as well as my fleet commanders so you never know I may pick the story up again one day. I even have a ton of 40k Chaos Marines which I intended to paint up as Word Bearers and still might at some point.
To give a bit of context the battle was an escalating engagement against the Dark Eldar near the planet Tanais, which I believe the Dark Eldar had just taken control of in their previous game against the Imperium.
The Holy Torment and Glory of Chaos win a crushing victory against Dave's
Imperial Fleet a few weeks ago.
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The
Bringer of Truth translated into real space approximately 37.4
standard minutes behind the bulk of the fleet.
'Report!'
'The
rest of the fleet has assumed standard search parameters, Admiral
Torvus reports no sign of the Imperial fleet'
'How
can that be?' The
Crimson Lord growled 'Our scouts reported heavy
concentrations of enemy ships not three days ago'
'er I...I'm not sure my Lord' Stuttered the startled Comms officer.
The men and women occupying the bridge of The Bringer of Truth were
all members of the Kor Tal and could be considered the elite of the
elite by any human standards. But even they could be cowed by the
presence of the Chaos Marines they served alongside, not to mention
the Crimson Lord whose visage pained the eyes and whose mere
proximity could force the weak to vomit despite themselves. The
Bridge officers of the Kor Tal were selected for that role largely
based on their strength of will that allowed them to function for
such extended periods within the presence of the Crimson Lord.
'Get
that fool Torvus to transmit the fleets sensory data to us
immediately'
'Yes my Lord'
Admiral
Torvus, an accomplished man and True believer of the Word. He had his
uses. But he's only
Mortal.
Yes, not even a
Space Marine, his incompetence is to be expected.
Not quite immortal himself, yet he could hardly be described as
mortal either, the separation between Daemon and Marine had been a
line impossible to distinguish within the Crimson Lord for millennia.
'Data coming now sire, Litany of Hate is detecting a number of
burning hulks, several escort sized vessels and at least one cruiser
sized, in close proximity to the planet Tanais'
Someone
has beaten us to it
'Glory of Chaos is picking up what looks to be several civilian
vessels in the outer reaches, and we're attaining several anomalous
readings across the fleet'
The Crimson Lord surveyed the data for himself, someone had indeed
been here and driven the Imperial fleet away. No doubt troops were
fighting for control of the planet at this very moment. This
planet is destined for the Word. Thousands of years worth of
experience told the Crimson Lord that this engagement had not
happened long ago. The
enemy is still here. But what was this enemy. Lets
see
To an outsider the Crimson Lord appeared to enter a trance, closing
his eyes he allowed the power of Chaos to flow through him, the
Daemon within him feeding on the emotions around him. He could sense
the discipline of his bridge officers, yet the fear they felt for
him, reaching out he sensed the thousands of other souls toiling
within the Battle Barge, he could feel his Acolytes and Word Bearers,
their eagerness to bring the Word to yet another deluded planet of
the Imperium pleasing to him. The Daemon pushed out beyond the
confines of the ship, travelling the waves of the Immaterium he could
feel the emotions emanating from the other vessels in his fleet,
their positions impossible to locate in this manner, yet the Crimson
Lord recognised them clear enough. Now the petty human emotions, no
doubt coming from the ignorant he had come to educate and unite with
Chaos, and then...Yes something else entirely, sadism, disgusting
pleasure, far beyond that which a human or even the more depraved
members of Chaos could produce. Lofty, immeasurable arrogance, yes
this was what he sought.
His Eyes opened
'Druchii' the Lord Spat
The officers on the bridge exchanged worried glances, they had been
expecting battle sure, but against the Imperial Navy. The Eldar was a
whole different style of warfare, their technology would have them
chasing ghosts while their own ships would slip past undetected to
attack their stern.
'No, this is a blessing' said the Crimson Lord sensing the
change in mood of his crew 'The population of Tanais has been
abandoned by their Imperial overseers, thousands of their members
butchered by this foul xenos, they will be far more open to the
teachings of Lorgar, their binding to Chaos will be even more
expedient. This truly is a gift from the Gods. We must repay them.
The Crimson Lord stared out into the void, invigorated by this
renewed sense of purpose
'These, Druchii, have run and they have hidden from our masters
for over ten millenia. Slaanesh wishes to feed upon their souls and
we shall hand them to him'
'My Lord, the fleet are detecting vessels'
'Excellent, order all ships to converge on their position. Our
enemies will fight, and they will lose, and destruction will be
visited upon them, for it is written.'