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Sitting at the vast desk, far too big for a mere human, Roboute Guilliman gazed at the dataslates before him. The Emperor's great dream was at an end it seemed. His crippled father was set upon the Golden Throne, the Crusade had ended years ago, becoming the heresy of his brother Horus which too had come to an end. With his accursed brothers driven back to literal oblivion, there was now the matter of Guilliman himself and his remaining brothers. Those that had remained loyal. Only Dorn remained in any semblance of contact. Jaghatai still roamed the stars, putting out what fires sprung up in the wake of the Heresy. While Vulkan, Rus, Corax, and the Lion had all retreated to their home-planets to...Guilliman didn't like to use the word 'sulk' but he didn't know what other descriptor to use. None of them were unscathed by what had transpired, and all of them were finding their own ways to cope with it. Guilliman for example was diving deep into administrative matters to ensure that the

The Space Marines walked into my stateroom with all the pomp of an Imperial parade my armsmen stood at the ready with their las weapons shouldered and behind my desk the Sisters of Battle were understandably tense as we all watched the marines march up to my desk before they stopped. They all wore black painted armor, with their pauldrons, poleyns, and couters painted blue. On the left pauldron a fireball was painted in fiery contrast to the black armor and deep blue highlights. “Captain Hadranus, of the Firestorm Marines,” the lead Marine said sternly. “Rogue Trader Malisandra Ignatium,” I replied with a smile as I remained seated in front of the Marines. The raised dais upon which my desk sat meant that I didn't need to crane my neck to look at their helmets' faces. It was quite fascinating to see the old pattern of armor. So few Space Marines maintained the older armor these days with the return of Guilliman, it was nice to see the traditional armor pattern, even in this potentially

The ballroom glittered, its high vaulted ceilings trimmed with gold and covered in elaborate frescos and held up by vast marble columns that shone in a warm glowing light cast by the grand chandelier overhanging the ballroom floor. Towering windows looked out on a starry sky as dozens of guests danced and intermingled to the sound of a live orchestra. Isabelle drank it all in with wide eager eyes as she entered on the arm of her date. “It’s like a fairy tale!” she exclaimed. Belial smiled at her indulgently as he nodded agreement. “It is rather grandiose, I told you it would be.” “Yes!” Isabelle laughed gaily. “But you didn’t say it would be so...I don’t know...otherworldly!” Chuckling deeply, Belial turned and lifted Isabelle’s hand to his lips, pressing them to her skin tenderly and savoring the warmth of her flesh against his for just a moment. She had no idea just how right she was in her description of this place as ‘otherworldly’. After all this was a vampiric gala, at best

Orbit of Naboo, aboard the Republic star destroyer Devastator “Hey Star! Don't be late! We've got the big briefing today!” “I know!” Star called back to her brother as she finished eating and stood up from the table. It wasn't like she or any of the other ARCs assigned to the 501st would dare be late today. Captain Fordo was giving their briefing. He was part of the original one-hundred, the first series of operational ARC troopers who went on to be the template for the rest. He'd worked briefly in the early days of the war with the 7th Sky Corps, but Star hadn't had the chance to meet him in any of those operations. Now though he was briefing all of the 501st's ARC troopers on what their duties would be in the upcoming mission! Placing her tray on the cleaning line, she fell in with the rest of her squad as they left the mess hall. There was Vector of course, the squad leader who Star was pretty sure could win in a staring contest with granite. Then Sunshine, their heavy gunner and a

“This is getting a little too hot Vector!” Her brother's shout didn't come as a surprise to Star as she swung her blaster around and fired, felling yet another battle droid coming towards them through the trees. The mission was over, they'd accomplished their goal. However getting out of here alive was seemingly becoming another issue. Somewhere behind her, an injured Sunshine was being treated by Stitches as she, Bucket, and Vector tried to hold off what seemed like an endless parade of battle droids. She supposed that she should just be grateful that all they seemed to be facing were B1 and B2 droids and nothing more serious. She hoped that meant the enemy was too busy scrambling to deal with the 501st's main assault that would have been triggered once the planetary sensors had been dropped by Tooka Squad's infiltration. Regardless of their success or failure, they needed support. They couldn't move fast with Sunshine needing medical care and Star knew that she and her brothers all

CC-32 Corellian Cutter Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation Line: CC series Model: CC-32 Corellian Cutter Type: cutter Cost: unavailable for commercial sale as as of 0BBY Length: 80m Max Acceleration: 2000 MGLT MGLT: 70 Engines: Girodyne Quad Engine Blocks (2) Hyperdrive: 3.0, original configuration, modification could result in higher speeds Shields: equipped Sensors: equipped Navigation: equipped Armament: dual laser cannons (2), light turbolaser cannons (2), dual light turbolaser cannons (2) Escape Craft: escape pods (6) Other Equipment: dorsal cargo rail Crew: pilot (1), copilot (1), communications officer (1), navigation officer (1), gunners (6) Minimum Crew: 4 in standard configuration, modifications can reduce or increase this number Passengers: varies depending on configuration Cargo Capacity: 1000 metric tons, not including external cargo rail Consumables: 1 year Roles: transport, light warship, freighter, diplomatic cruiser, exploration cruiser Year Introduced:

TX-2112 Gladius-class Armored Troop Carrier Manufacturer: Rothana Heavy Engineering Model: TX-2112 Gladius-class Armored Troop Carrier Type: repulsorcraft Length: 6.55m Max Speed: 260 km/h Shielding: Exo-Shell Armament: turreted medium laser cannon (1), PLX-1 missile launchers w/2 missiles each (2), single-use smoke grenade launchers (8) Other Equipment: removable armored side-panels, long-range communications suite Crew: pilot/commander (1) co-pilot/gunner (1) Passengers: 6 equipped infantry Cargo: 1 ton Consumables: 3 days Roles: troop transport, security, reconnaissance, command vehicle Affiliation: Galactic Republic, Galactic Empire, Alliance to Restore the Republic The TX-2112 Gladius Armored Troop Carrier, often referred to simply as the Gladius or ATC was an armored repulsorcraft introduced in the latter stages of the Clone Wars by Rothana Heavy Engineering to supplement the ground-based infantry transporters of the Grand Army of the Republic. It filled a niche between the

The UT-AT lurched violently for a moment, then it dropped and slammed, throwing the entire troop compartment. Armitage cursed, thanking herself for fastening her seat's harness which she now slapped and stood, taking up her engineer's pack from its place beneath her seat as Lieutenant Zotov started shouting orders. “Out! Everyone out! Trident's under attack!” The troop compartment doors were already open as Armitage and the rest of the two squads poured out into the dust choked firefight developing outside of the relative safety of the repulsorcraft's armored hull. They were surrounded by droids, but the UT-AT's cannons were already firing in every direction. Only the big turbolaser was remaining quiet for lack of appropriate targets as the anti-infantry cannons spat green energy bolts at the enemy. “There's too many!” Armitage heard someone shout, before their voice was cutoff. Turning she saw one of her brothers collapsing to the ground with a blaster burn in their breastplate.

The alarm klaxon sounded as Tora ate her meal. There was a split second where she and her fellow shoretrooper across the table from her, whose name she did not know exchanged a questioning look, as if unsure if they were actually hearing the alert or not. The moment of uncertainty ended almost as soon as it began as they both grabbed their helmets and ran towards the armory shelf by the door. They weren't the only ones, other shoretroopers who had been eating were following their example as the collective NCOs reacted to the alarm. If Tora had been in her traditional stormtrooper kit, she might have avoided the helmet, but honestly she liked the shoretrooper helmet far more and didn't mind it nearly as much. Rushing down the base's corridors, she and the others emerged onto one of the mustering areas to the sound of blasterfire. “All units, we are under attack by unknown assailants, they are advancing from the south-shore. Move to intercept.” Seeing her squad forming up with the rest