#warzone malto

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Warzone Malto is back!

"A squad of our engineers went missing last night. Their... replacements went looking for them in the old mining district."

"Where they found the missing guardsmen, yes?"

"Indeed. And their killers, right before they fled down the mine shaft."

"We believe they are heretics, and they must be doing something vile down there. I want to make sure they all die trying."

"They will do just that, and nothing else, commissar. You have my word."

"I humbly ask permission to personally accompany you below with a squad of my best, lord."

"No. The Voices will purge the mines on our own. There are lost relics deep within these mines which we, too, desire. Too sacred to us to allow the uninitiated eyes of your vat-grown soldiers to look upon them."

"I... Then what would you have me do, lord?"

"Patiently wait for our return, commissar. You can notify the lady Inquisitor in my stead, while you are at it."

--To be continued--

First bit of a developing Kill Team narrative campaign

The events in these short lore posts will be based on the outcomes of a series of grudge matches between the Voices of Favor and their greatest enemies: heretics of all shapes and sizes

More on the way!

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"I hate this."

"What do you hate, Karim? The beetles biting your brow?"

"Haha!"

"Stop laughing, you idiot! I meant this, this... forward observation. Burning through fragging bushes to make way for the guard... or are their tanks really that dainty that they can't roll over a couple of large roots?"

"Sounds like someone wishes they would be sitting in this Impulsor in my stead, hm?"

"I'm just saying. Toiling like a bunch of servitors is beneath us."

"Try and adopt my point of view, brother. This way, we might be the first to bloody our blades and get the job done before the little men can finish their evening prayers. Or would you rather have them die in scores to steal our glory?"

"Hmph."

"I love the chatter, brothers, I really do, but we are on an ever-tightening schedule. That shrub over there looks like it is going to mess with the Impulsor's anti-gravitic sleds, Karim. I would come there and pull it out myself, but this cooled cockpit..."

"Yeah, yeah, on it."

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Lets talk allies of the Voices of Favor

I have mentioned a couple chapters once before, but I gotta give one some extra attention

The Scarab Stewards, distant descendants of the Blood Angels, are a small but steadfast space marine chapter of the Varil sector

A fleet-based chapter, they are people protectors, lore seekers, art collectors, fending off space pirates and seeking to preserve both the people and the cultures of the Imperium

Like the popular Salamanders, the members of this chapter treat other servants of the Imperium with much greater respect, kindness and care than most space marines would

Sadly, they have suffered severe losses at the hands of the arch-enemy at the battle of Argent forest, barely avoiding total annihilation when marines of the Voices of Favor and a Raven guard company came to their aid, chasing the chaos warband away

Since then, the surviving Scarab Steward fleet (led by their chief warship, The Spectator) has been traveling around the Malto sector, sticking close to their allies until they can replenish their forces to continue their mission

Their symbol, though covered by a plume of smoke, is a purple and copper scarab beetle on a bright green base

Their motto is: "We stand for the living, we fight for their memories! "

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First encounter: The ventilation shaft

Mission: Relentless pursuit (Shadow ops: The Lure)

"This place is like a labyrinth! There could be a heretic army hiding down here and we wouldn't even know..."

"I do not care if there are dozens or thousands of traitors standing in our way. They will not stop us."

"You plan to take out their leader?"

"That, and more. We heard the traitors speak of a 'sinister device' through intercepted communications."

"What is it?"

"Probably important. Whatever it is, it will be destroyed. They said it is in the water purification plant below this level. Their leader will be there, too."

"I see, so that's why you went straight here..."

"I will return and report about this to my Lady. Be careful as you continue deeper, my lord. Who knows what kinds of horrors await you in the dark."

"Do not worry for us, for we Astartes know no fear."

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Intercession squad (Voices of Favor) VS. Hunter clade (Brimstone hunters of the Dark Mechanicum)

Total victory for the marines with 15 Victory points, while the Dark Mechanicum team was denied of any noteworthy achievements

As winners of this match, the marines will proceed further into the complex and face the next wave of defenders in the water purification chamber

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Preparations in the morning mist

VoF devastator squads often work closely with their senior sharpshooting counterparts in Phobos armor

Las blasts take out the armor, precision bolt shots take out the leaders, and then the rest of the chapters forces can take care of the rest of the enemies

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Looking for lost brothers.

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The most common war cry of the Voices is their famous "Not one fell at Malto!"

The chapter is proud of the fact that, while the planets defense force and guardsmen fell to Chaos, their battle brothers remained loyal to the people of Malto and to the Imperium.

So, while the line is true about them staying loyal (none fell to Chaos), only a handful survived the savage war for Malto.

Today, the new generations of the Voices search the ancient woods and ruins of the system for the remains of their lost brothers.

Such recoveries are one of the tasks of the Accusers (the Judiciars of the Voices), who consecrate the remains according to the chapters traditions and prepare their armor for safe transport to their fortress monastery. There, the salvageable parts of their armor will be used to make new suits for the chapter recruits, who have passed the trials of the Voices and are ready to serve with the Malto nobles.