CHAPTER III
: Ashes of the fallen - the long descent :
After the two inicial assaults, brutal and unrelenting, we believed the enemy fleet shattered beyond meaningful threat. But we were mistaken, Their warships, once proud instruments of conquest, drifted through the void like broken relics of a dark and heretical faith. But the servants of Chaos are not so easily destroyed. In the black silence between stars, even shattered hulls can whisper to the warp. Even dead steel can rot, fester, and rise again.
We knew the risk. The Machine-Spirits twisted, their rites corrupted, the dark magicks of the warp clinging to their hulls like carrion. If left unchecked, the remnants could reawaken, and their blasphemous fleet would burn anew across the stars.
Thus, by decree of Inquisitor Malveth, Ordo Malleus, we waited.
From behind veils of shadow and encoded silence, our augurs remained fixed upon their rotting moon-fortress. Our Librarians scryed the warp for signs of movement. Our tech-adepts chanted litanies of warding. And the Astartes, those sons of the Emperor whose gene-seed remained untainted, made ready for the second blow.
We had expected a long vigil. But Chaos is nothing if not arrogant. Two days passed, and then the Eye blinked.
The traitor fleet returned, crawling back to their desecrated moon like vermin to rot. Their commander remained absent, lost in the howling madness of the warp. Our time had come.
Orders went out in silence. Vox-lines cold. No prayers. No speeches. Only execution.
Many of our forces remained scattered in the depths, following sacred fleetsave protocols to protect Imperial assets. Breizh, vmoded, locked in digital stasis, his resources from the first blow, too vast to secure by conventional means.
But Vhagar stood ready. First into the breach. Always.
He moved without hesitation. His strike fleet, the Emperor’s Vow, surged from the dockyards like a blade loosed from a scabbard. Each vessel bore the sigils of sanctity, hulls engraved with wards of anti-heresy, their weapons blessed with sacred oils and consecrated plasma.
The void trembled as they advanced.
Astartes in storm-black armor, purity seals fluttering in engine-wake. Gunships like cathedrals with wings. Lance batteries singing the Litany of Cleansing in holy fire.
We do not know what horrors yet waited on that moon,the warp-spawned defenses, the daemonic remnants, the sorcerous traps they laid. It mattered not.
For in the name of the God-Emperor of Mankind, there is but one sentence:
Exterminatus.
On 17-04-2025 --:--:--, the following fleets met in battle:
Attacker Vhagar [Primaris]
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Light Fighter 949.469
Heavy Fighter 130.059
Cruiser 69.834
Battleship 33.915
Destroyer 88.737
Battlecruiser 104.371
Reaper 99.696
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Attacker R3SPAWN [Primaris]
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Light Fighter 1.262.761
Heavy Fighter 192.844
Cruiser 247.316
Battleship 341.100
Bomber 35.765
Destroyer 237.519
Battlecruiser 1.266.800
Reaper 19.100
Pathfinder 75.187
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Defender Fubmake [Cicada]
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Small Cargo 31.351
Large Cargo 85.866
Light Fighter 822.815
Heavy Fighter 15
Cruiser 270.740
Battleship 3.756
Colony Ship 2
Recycler 153.513
Destroyer 168.739
Deathstar 530
Battlecruiser 262.649
Reaper 536.054
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"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war"
Attacker Vhagar [Primaris]
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Light Fighter 311.464 ( -638.005 )
Heavy Fighter 49.530 ( -80.529 )
Cruiser 33.528 ( -36.306 )
Battleship 23.475 ( -10.440 )
Destroyer 79.909 ( -8.828 )
Battlecruiser 88.692 ( -15.679 )
Reaper 94.789 ( -4.907 )
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Attacker R3SPAWN [Primaris]
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Light Fighter 409.842 ( -852.919 )
Heavy Fighter 71.767 ( -121.077 )
Cruiser 116.576 ( -130.740 )
Battleship 225.210 ( -115.890 )
Bomber 26.826 ( -8.939 )
Destroyer 212.717 ( -24.802 )
Battlecruiser 948.885 ( -317.915 )
Reaper 17.747 ( -1.353 )
Pathfinder 34.901 ( -40.286 )
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Defender Fubmake [Cicada]
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Destroyed!
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The attacker has won the battle!
The attacker captured:
1.378.330.946 metal, 78.808.960 crystal and 28.766.664 deuterium
The attacker lost a total of 56.018.106.000 units.
The defender lost a total of 149.773.520.000 units.
At these space coordinates now float 51.214.705.951 metal, 37.461.488.646 crystal and 12.259.111.908 deuterium.
The defender gain a wreckage field of 18.709.722.000 metal, 13.427.285.000 crystal and 4.548.892.000.
The attacker captured a total of 1.485.906.570 units.
The chance for a moon to be created from the debris was 20%.
The attacker(s) captured the debris.
Summary of profit/losses:
Summary attackers(s)
Metal: 24.557.900.897
Crystal: 15.981.352.606
Deuterium: 5.863.853.572
The attacker(s) made a profit of 46.403.107.075 units.
Summary defender(s)
Metal: -58.057.648.397
Crystal: -40.743.185.606
Deuterium: -13.812.187.072
The defender(s) lost a total of 112.613.021.075 units.
