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The Chimera bounced its way along the grass until it made it to the rally point where it soon met the reinforcements led by Kern himself. After formal introductions and a few questions were sorted out, the group began to head back towards the Krieg lines when suddenly a huge shadow blotted out the sun, All the men turned to see what it was and were completely shocked to see a simply enormous human looking object coming toward them.

"Get back to the line!" Kern yelled at the top of his lungs as all the vehicles and troops ran in a futile attempt to escape the titan.

“hey! You lot!” said mark as the chimera took off full tilt. “yeah you!” get back here I need to talk to your leader!”

Kern heard the thing shout at them to stop but knew to do so would mean certain death. Knowing that all his men could not possibly take the thing down, he called for the chimera to stop.

"Are you crazy sir?!?" The driver shouted.

"Do as I say or I'll shoot you myself!" Kern shouted back, the maddened charge of the chimera and the tank stopped and the men stood around uneasily. Kern stepped down and presented himself to the gigantic being.

"If I let you take me, will you spare my men?"

"yeah, sure whatever. are you the leader?" asked Mark "only I have a bunch of nutobs about your size tearing my house apart."

I break the door of the box and start running down to the action.

"Mark, you left me and my squad in the box for so long, what was the idea?"

who are you again?

"KRAK!" The Zoat Lord's Power Fist smashed into the brick, shattering it.

"Let us escape!"

"But what of the supplies!?"

"Rats!"

"So we aren't leaving?"

"No, catch them!

"We'd best find repair the Looted Stuff."

"Indeed, let us call in the Assorted Mercenary Techpriests."

And so they escaped.

ineptus astartes wrote:who are you again?

The Space Wolf.

BTW char locations

vio: game room

marduk: game room

Shatner: yard (lawn)

Anthony: game room

rockerbike: living room (the game is third person-past-tense)

the zoat: pantry

WARORK:yard (lawn)

Mark: yard (lawn)

the angreiest: under a colender in the game room

Yarrick: back yard (desert)

SoK: office (2nd floor)

Darkvoid: Not started

silly: not started

Devestator: laundry room

ultramarinescout: not started

"vio"

edit=ninja'd

I cant post till WARORK posts...not as Mark at least (you could post as one of your scouts)

"Yarrick, this is 3rd Platoon here. Looks like we were too late for our allies, so we're reporting back to you for further orders."
"Yes, err....right. So, did you set House to record?"
"House? Errm....no, sorry."
"That's it! All men, back to the bedroom!"
With that, Yarrick and his men withdrew.

As the humvees rolled into the jungle, the choppers did an overhead, sweep and Shatner was talking with his orienteering spec. “So what’s the ETA?” he asked. “About five minutes gets us through this area here, from there we go about half an hour to an hour through thick terrain to that big porch, it has a window open.” said the spec.

“yeah. Gottit.” answered the lieutenant, as he got out of the humvee and entered the little bird gunship Shatner checked his forward recon unit that would rappel onto the sunroom floor, a squad of troops in the Blackhawk and a half squad in the littlebird, including him. “Alright guys. Take us into that sun porch.” Said the lieutenant “If you see any natives remember the rules of engagement! no one fires unless fired upon!”

Kiku spread her wings and glided gracefully across the 'office' landing on the powderfield with a spongy feel under her metal adorned feet. She paced across the squishy surface her sword still in hand, surveying the room for any changes that might give her an escape route.

The fake sky outside was tempting her again with its shine and she flew up onto the ledge infront of the barrier. Tapping the barrier again with her sword she gazed out into the pearly blue sky. Her strengh had weakened over her time in this prison, a lack of nutrition has caused her to loose the strenght that was neccessary to escape this cavern, which will surely end up as her grave.

Kiku sat infront of the barrier faceing the room as a whole and leant backwards against it. Her wings folded behind her back and she placed her sword on the surface of this white cliff top. Her shadow cast a small pool of darkness against the white ledge and she sighed deeply.

"I need to escape this place before it is too late for me, but with out nourishment it is impossible. I must find food in here somewhere and regain my strenght before I can hope to break out," Kiku said out loud in the emptyness. Regaining her resolve she picked up her sword and stood once more. Desiding to begin her search under the surface to which the monolith was perched.

She spead her wings walked to the edge of the white platform and dived, swooping down through the air towards lowest level of this cavern. Landing neatly on the floor she looked around again. She saw that this base of the cavern streched out much further than she expected. Striding across the moss-like surface, Kiku aproached the nearest edge of the caverns base and desided to search around the edge of the cavern for anything that would have been left behind or forgotten by the creator.

Marneus looks around to see him and his friends at the table. He finds his way down and starts to roam around to see an Imperial Guard platoom. "Soldier, why are you here?"

Escaping the rat holes, the zoats grabbed the food and entered the game room, ready for a fight, suddenly they caught a view of Marduk's forces. "Eh?" said the Zoat King. "What's that?"

The Pain-boy wakes up in the Bedroom ridden with dust. He says: "Why does the Almighty Lord Mark does not like mez anymorz...". The Painboy slides down the stairs, avoiding both dogs and walks into the kitchen. He then looks into a fruit bowl and takes some bites out of an apple. He then comes back avoiding all and says "comes boyz we got da feast to get too". They avoided the dogs and got to the fruit bowl. They started greedily indulging themselves with the fruit. But suddenly...

(THE RP IS IN FIRST-PERSON-PAST-TENSE

also. the posting rules dictate, no less than 100 words per post.)



“So…you’re NOT going to devour my soul?” asked the korpsman. “No," said Mark "Why would I do that?” The Major shrugged. “Happens quite a lot where I come from.” As they walked up the stars and Mark deposited the Kreigsman on a table me walked into the office to get some pen and paper.

As he walked out he left the door open and set down the dropped the stuff.
Unfortunately the Angriest had broken out of the colender and was standing directly under the cascade.
“AHH!!! IT’S THE APOCOLYPSE! OFFICE PRODUCTS FALLING ROM THE SKY!!!” Mark was confused “what?” the Angriest looked up. “OH! I DID’NT SEE YOU THERE, S**THEAD!” "And a pleasure to meet you too." Grumbled Mark.

Kiku watched as the creator walked across the cavern towering above she hadn't seen him since he left her in this prison.

She wanted to call out but was too weak from hunger. A glimmer of light caught the corner of her eye and she spun to face the object. It glistened with golden light and drew her closer by instinct.

The ‘thing’ was nearly the same size as her. It was golden and rounded with two twisting excesses jutting out of the sides. She stared at it in confusion having not seen anything like it before.

She holstered ‘The Revenant Blade’ in the loop of her belt walked towards the object, ignoring the shouts from overhead. Grabbing one of the folds with both hands she pulled at the crumpled golden coat of the ‘thing’.

“Come on,” she moaned as the golden layer began to slide back revealing a dark mud coloured block underneath. A wave of fragrant delight washed over her as the dark block was revealed fully and she fell backwards still holding the golden sheet, which was silver on the other side.

The brick of pungent aromas stood resolutely in front of Kiku and she gazed up at it. Standing, she drew her sword once more and plunged it into the object. Cracks began to spread from the wound as a creamy viscous matter oozed from the hole.

She stared in amazement pulling her sword from the object. The sticky substance smelt delicious and she brushed some off the sword blade with an armoured hand and tasted it.

It glued solid in her mouth and she struggled with it, the flavour was better than anything she had tried before. Finally breaking free of the delicious bond she wiped more from her sword and into a small glass vial on her belt.

She broke off a chunk of the solid brown layer and bite down hard into it. It melted in her mouth like liquid gold, strengthening her and filling her with energy. Pocketing more pieces of the object she decided, “That too much time has been wasted here.”

Turning to the ‘door’ with which the creator had left open she spread her wings again and flew swiftly and silently towards it.

"Ah the tau. I should have known you`d be here. Anyways I`m Marduk, Dark Apostle of the WORD Bearers legion, direct desendant of the glorified Lorgar. I take it your the tau commander vio. I`ve picked up on your name through my comms. I dont like the tau but your better than any of the other heathens, so I will spare you, for the moment. Now explain to me what in the name of Khorne is going on", Marduk questioned?

As Yarrick was approaching the stairs, he heard a noise; a faint rumbling. Several tiny marching boots, and a single pair of massive feet.
"Huh? What's-
"ALWAYS ANGRY! ALL THE TIME!" Yarrik thought to himself, I know that battle cry...
"SH*T! IT'S THE ANGRY MARINES!!" Panic broke out along Yarrick's lines and his men fled. However, in seconds the Angry Marines were upon them, with the Giant at the rear.
"MOVE A F***ING INCH AND WE'LL GOUGE YOUR F***ING EYES OUT YOU LITTLE P*SSY S**TBAGS!"
"Calm down, Angry Marines. Save your angriness for later."
It appeared the Giant had reached an accord with the Angriest.
"Yarrick, come with me. Now." said Mark.
"O Rly? No."
"I'll step on you like a bug."
"You wouldn't dare. I'm a second edition Commissar Yarrik, do you know how much idiots will pay for me on Ebay?"
"Don't think I won't. How do you even know what Ebay is?"
"When you're locked in an attic for 6 years, you learn these things. Just look at Frazzled."
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter. I gotta go now, I'm missing House." Mark stared at him increduously.

Kern watched the giant go and turned on his heel back towards the table, he immediately froze as he saw all manner of heretic and xeno on the table before him...

looking right at him...

Kern didn't know what to do right then so responded on instinct, pulling out his bolt pistol and warily pointing it at the enemies around him.

"Move and I'll--" Was all he had time to say before one of the occupants, a Chaos lord by the looks of it, waved his hand dismissively

"Save your fanatical gak, nobody's going to kill you."

"Your not?"

"Not unless we want the color giver to come back and crush all of us." The tau leader said.

"Oh...well then..." Was all Kern managed while putting his gun away and scooting to a part of the table as far away from the others as possible.

Marduk laughed to himself. The fool. Almost fired apon me. I should have him killed. In a closed comm Marduk said to Kol-Badar, "Coryphaus if that man makes one wrong move have the annoited shred his unit to pieces. Then we will sacrifice his body to the gods, slowly." Marduk laughed again. Everyone looked at him. "What cant a man have a laugh", Marduk said.

Anthony could hardly believe what he saw. Tau, Chaos, Kriegsman. Xenos and Heresy everywhere! He grabbed Derick and pulled him aside.

"We're leaving. ASAP."

He looked a little confused.

"But, sir, we seem to have something in common here..."

Anthony threw a fist into his face, dropping him flat.

"I don't care. Get a rope down this table, soldier."

Deick nodded, as he he and Thomas moved to the edge of the table, stringing down a rope of the edge. Anthony didn't care how big Mark was. He didn't want to be here. He would have to make sure to establish coms with the Kreigsmen later. If they survive.

Major Joe Leyland was petty sure that his troops could kill most of the faction leaders in one go. But the big one in armor was making him nervous. The troops of his armed with AM sniper rifles could kill him reasonably fast but knew that standard small-arms fire would not prove as effective.

The world war one german look-alike was an easy case it seemed, as well as the alien in yellow. Looking closer at the gasmasked one, the major noticed that his guards weapons were not standard NATO rifles. And the pistol at the mans hip looked like it fired AM round without penetrators.

As the huge Guy came back in the room with what appeared to be a green spaceman, a big Viking, a centaur thing and a protesting man in a what looked like the long black coat and tall peaked cap of a soviet commissar, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy

(you are gonna have to edit your post troll, Mark does not know what grey's anatomy is, and there is only five angry marines. the angriest and five angry termies)

As mark saw the tiny kasrkin roping down he simply picked up their rope and set it on the table, complete with kasrkins

(OOC: ineptus, feel free to pluck Draigo up and put him with the other leaders after this post)


BIC:

Inside the massive bedroom, a battle was raging aboard a great artificial but realistically-well painted landscape. Dozens of unmoving models were set up - twenty Daemons surrounding a great, shining exemplar of a fictional version of humanities' undying refusal to succumb to the ravages of time; a pinnacle of dark science combined with centuries upon centuries of skill and experience fighting the most terrible horrors that plight mankind. In his right hand he clasped the Titansword, bane of the Daemonic. In his left, he wielded the only Storm Shield possessed by the Grey Knights.

Suddenly, the models began to move. The unholy blades of the Daemons began to glow with evil power, whilst the Titansword shimmered and crackled with massive energy. Lord Kaldor Draigo stepped off his decorated base as the Daemons, given new life, apprehensively advanced.

"Daemons! Prepare to be banished back to whence you came!" Bellowed the master of Chapter 666 as he began scything down his foes with speed and skill matched only be his ferocity. Within half a minute, the Daemonic forces assailing him were down to half their original number, many cut apart or utterly incinerated by psychic flame as Draigo waded through them, shouting righteous oaths and promises of destruction at the Daemons.

ineptus astartes wrote:(you are gonna have to edit your post troll, Mark does not know what grey's anatomy is, and there is only five angry marines. the angriest and five angry termies)

I hope he likes House. And I've changed it to say several feet rather than hundreds, but 6 Angry Marines is still enough to terrify them.

Anthony and his men sit cross-legged on the table pouting.