The planet Chrion sat in a rather uninteresting part of the galaxy, however, the Eldar were never one’s to throw away a good thing. They saw it’s tactical flexibility, but they were not willing to sacrifice an entire battle force. They new their was an ancient warp gate buried somewhere beneath the surface, but they also knew that they won’t be the first to set foot on the planet, in fact, a Space Marine base exists on the planet, along with 2 large (and abandoned) cities. The Space Marines that have landed on the planet are known as the Spartans. They are a small, but by new means recent chapter of the Space Marine army. They use advanced technology in order to spread their chaos through out the galaxy, believing honor above all else, even death.
The distant planet of Chrion was but a dot on the 3-D radar system that hung in the air.
“What do we know?” asked Farseer Buanna.
Warlock Esdainn replied, “all we know is that there is a small paramilitary force in the city of Pimera, thanks to the rangers we sent earlier.”
“And what happened to those rangers?” asked the always inquiry Finnaden, the other warlock escort to Buanna.
“They died,” responded Esdainn.
“So we must respect those that perished to bring us this information. Their souls will be captured to escape the terrors of Slannesh,” he said, as is custom to all those that die. “The Craftworld Aliotic will be greatly thanked,” Buanna said. “Don’t worry Finnaden, those filthy Mon-Keigh
The Eldar cruiser approached the planet. In order to make as little “noise” as possible, they enlisted the help of the Ulthwé, to shield their ship by manipulating the minds and sensors of any ships with in range. Fortunately, the Spartans control only a limited space fleet, so the chance of the Eldar ship being visually identified. It exited warp approximately 1 light year from the planet. Their quick movement toward the planet was detected by no one, fortunately, as the ship they took would probably lose against anything more than an escort or two.
The ship set up orbit and prepared to drop its cargo. The destination was an abandoned city of buildings as tall as titans, making anything scaling them impossible. Not only this, but the shield grid was still active, making any building impervious to any weapon, even the bright lance.
The first order of business was to get the troops to where they need to be. This was arranged by sending a transport with swooping hawks along with the Farseer and his entourage. The Vyper was not far behind. The second thing to do was to drop a “warp transmitter”, the most important piece of hardware for this mission. This enables them to transport their warp spiders directly to the planet, with out using the cumbersome transport. The Wraithlord, containing the soul of the fallen hero of the Battle of Nosti, Lifieth, was dropped off by way of “pod”.
The enemy force was somewhere in the city. All the Eldar knew was that they were in the opposite corner, giving them time to maneuver.
“May our souls strive for true and eternal freedom!” Farseer Buanna said, as is the customary Battle Cry.
