[HH] Tallarn: Executioner

[brRibbotaim]

Ну в 30к всё может быть не так как в 3к, учитывая ещё бомбардировку вирусом до Битвы на танчиках

[Monique]

Продублирую:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=playe...p;v=COtRM6XxSYg

[Monique]

Отрывок:

The glass trembled against the side of Akil’s head. The engine was still running, of course. They needed it to power the air system. He shifted his head slightly. Behind him the vox-unit was still breathing static into the cabin. It sounded reassuring, like rain pattering on the roof at night. Rashne was weeping, the sound of the boy’s sobs cut¬ting into and out of the internal vox. Akil listened but said nothing. They were lost. They were alone, and it was now just a matter of time until the engine ran out of fuel and the air stopped. He wondered if he would take off his suit and open the hatch before that point. At least that would be the end of everything, and an end he deserved. He thought of his daughters and whether they had survived.

The glass trembled against his skull again. He raised his head and put his hand to the glass. A low bass vibration met his touch, its note out of sync with the rumble of the vehicle’s engine, the sound of heavy tracks shaking the ground.

‘I hear something,’ said Akil quietly. Rashne sobbed again.

Akil keyed the internal vox and spoke more loudly. ‘Rash, I hear something.’ He looked around and saw that the boy had looked up at him, eyes wide behind misted glass. Akil nodded. ‘Can’t you hear it? They are out there, they are close.’ He paused. ‘Try the vox again.’

Rashne turned and began to flick switches.

‘Any call sign, respond if you can hear this. This is scout unit four, First Squadron, Amaranth Company, Seven Hundred and First.’

Akil shook his head, as if trying to shake the smile off. Relief and exhaustion flooded through him.

We are not alone.

He slumped forward, head resting on the armourglass he had been staring through for hours. His eyes flicked to the forward viewing slit. The fog had smothered them again, hiding the landscape behind yellow silt veils. He was about to turn to Rashne when he saw something move in the fog.

‘Rash,’ he said carefully, trying to keep his voice steady. ‘Are you getting anything coming through?’

‘No,’ said Rashne. Akil could almost see the boy grinning and shrugging. ‘But they are close, right?’

Akil kept his eyes steady on the view beyond the smeared glass. He felt very cold.

We are not alone. The thought rose in his mind, like a chilling echo of a misunderstood revelation.

‘That’s weird,’ said Rashne. Akil heard him flicking more switches. ‘There is something coming over the vox. Listen.’

Rashne raised the volume. After a second Akil heard what he meant: a low growl of noise rising and falling behind the wall of static. He listened more closely. The sound came and went, almost like the breaking of slow waves on a shore, or the beating of a heart.

‘Rash–’ he began to say, but then he saw it again. It surfaced from the fog, like a sea creature breaking the surface to breathe before diving out of sight. He had an impression of hard angles and dull, unpolished steel. It had been close as well, within a hundred metres.

He could hear the frame of the vehicle vibrating now.

‘Rash, shut the vox down,’ he said, panic rising in his voice.

‘What?’ said Rashne.

‘Shut it down.’

‘Why?’

Akil was not listening. He was thinking of when he had watched a sabre cat stalking prey in the equatorial forests, of the way it moved its head as it sniffed the air. He reached out slowly and flicked the engines off.

‘What are you doing?’ called Rashne.

‘Shut the v–’

They both heard it.

‘An engine,’ breathed Rashne. ‘It’s them, they’re here.’ The boy was reaching for the vox.

The tank broke from the fog in front of Akil’s eyes. Its hull was a raked slab of dull metal topped with a domed turret. Slime scattered in its wake as it ground forwards. Threads of red light reached through the fog, scattering as they swept and converged. The turret rotated as he watched, fixing him with the blank gaze of its weapon barrel. He felt with numb certainty that his next breath would be the last.

[Летающий Свин]

Отрывок шикарный. Пока упоротометр молчит.

[Monique]

Интервью с Джоном "Раком" Френчем:

‘Can you write Tallarn?’ asked my editor – a question for which there was really only one answer: ‘Yes. Oh hell yes!’

The Battle of Tallarn is one of the oldest battles mentioned to have taken place in the Horus Heresy. I grew up knowing about it, reading the snippets of information scattered across Codices and rulebooks. Although they were relatively small in size, and few in quantity, these snippets laid down some big facts: the largest tank battle in Imperial history (yes, not just in the Horus Heresy, but in the ten thousand years from the Great Crusade to the close of the 41st millennium); one million wrecks on the planet’s surface by the time it was done; ten million armoured units active during the battle – breathtaking and daunting stuff.

Right away, it was clear that even a long novella (and it is long at 36,000 words) would not be enough. So I decided that rather than trying to show the whole conflict in one go, I would show it in pieces, through the eyes of people we have not heard a great deal about so far – the ordinary men and women of the Imperial Army. Clothed in enviro-suits, locked into their tanks and trying to fight Space Marines on a world reduced to poisonous fog and sludge by virus bombs, these are humans fighting a war in hell without hope of victory.

I wanted to give the readers a real sense of being there amongst the fog, trying to find the enemy, trying to stay alive, trying to find a reason to keep going. But even though Tallarn: Executioner is a story about what it is like to be a human caught up in a war between demi-gods, greater patterns move in the background. This is the Horus Heresy, and the story that you think you know is only one way of seeing things. There is always another truth behind the truth you knew…

Участвовало 10 миллионов танков, потеряли 1 миллион.

Изменено 4 октября, 2013 пользователем Jaghatai Chan

[культурки не хватает?]

There is always another truth behind the truth you knew…

жв на самом деле всех напырят))

[Locke]

жв на самом деле всех напырят))

Ага, примерно как ТС всех напырили в битве за Клык. Угробить чуть меньше, чем дофига морчков - это просто хитрый план.

[Свинота безграмотная]

Ага, примерно как ТС всех напырили в битве за Клык. Угробить чуть меньше, чем дофига морчков - это просто хитрый план.

Сейчас скажут - Перт не лУбил своих сынов, был равнодушен к ним, поэтому решил подчистить ряды-то. :D

[Locke]

Сейчас скажут - Перт не лУбил своих сынов, был равнодушен к ним, поэтому решил подчистить ряды-то. :D

Че-то он припозднился, все нормальные пацаны еще до И5 уже все подчистили.

[Сфинкс]

Единственные, кто почистил ряды до Истваана - НС, не?

/me посмотрел на армию Locke.

А, ну да.

[Lord Velard]

Единственные, кто почистил ряды до Истваана - НС, не?

/me посмотрел на армию Locke.

А, ну да.

До Иштвана Пять. Иштван 3 - это как раз и была чистка перовых 4 легионов предателей. Ночникам никого чистить было не надо, они я так понял и так пошли. Альфе - тоже, у них чистка перманентный процесс. Несуны почистили ещё до Иштвана 3, а вот что было у Железных - не понятно.

[VaSSis]

Судя по разным расказам у ЖВ чистка шла на протяжении всей ереси.

[Boooomm]

А у кого будет большой арт таларна и Unremembered Empire?

Изменено 5 октября, 2013 пользователем Boooomm

[Marid]

10 миллионов танков - это шутка, надеюсь??

[культурки не хватает?]

это бэк.

[Kem]

10 миллионов танков - это шутка, надеюсь??

c чего вдруг?

[brRibbotaim]

Лексиканум пока что утверждает о миллионе военной техники на Талларне

[Monique]

Лексиканум пока что утверждает о миллионе военной техники на Талларне

В интервью ясно сказано:

one million wrecks on the planet’s surface by the time it was done; ten million armoured units active during the battle – breathtaking and daunting stuff

[Monique]

Кстати, дочитавшие "Ангел Экстерминатус": с какими силами Пертурабо остался в самом-самом конце? Какие потери ЖВ понесли во время того самого "пыщ-пыщ"?

В самом начале было 50 тысяч бойцов из 200 гранд-батальонов + 102 Лэнд-рейдера + десятки тысяч солдат-торакитов + Пневмашина.

Изменено 6 октября, 2013 пользователем Jaghatai Chan

[Габозов]

Потеряли практически всех, кто поехал к храму. Плюс все корабли, легче ударного крейсера.

[Marid]

В самом начале было 50 тысяч бойцов

Не понял, всего 50 тыщ? Это весь легион или нет?

Миллионы танков - вот я понимаю, тру-ваха!)

[Monique]

Не понял, всего 50 тыщ? Это весь легион или нет?

Это силы, которые в начале "Ангела Экстерминатуса" возглавляет Пертурабо. Во время Фолла ЖВ пришлось ОЧЕНЬ НЕЛЕГКО.

Миллионы танков - вот я понимаю, тру-ваха!)

Олимпию Пертурабо опустошал с 500 тысячами танков. Это в 20 раз меньше, чем сражалось на Талларне.

[MachineHammer]

АБД заверяет что книжка будет шикарна.

[Monique]

АДБ и раковый Френч - лучшие друзья, так что не обращайте внимания <_<

[MachineHammer]

АДБ и раковый Френч - лучшие друзья, так что не обращайте внимания dry.gif

Ну надеяться то хочется. Может Френч сделает финт ушами и выпустит шедевр.