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Jaska strayed from Hazard and the inquisitors, but in the company of other guardsmen. Jaska saw a Basilisk with the Iron warriors emblem and spikes on it.

"I have an Idea....." A Catachan guardsmen looked and grinned. "Thinking what I'm thinking ja?" Jaska said in a silky tone with his comrade.

@Shadowbrand: Wait, where do Catachans come into this???

OOC >.> Sorry im trying to fit in as a lowly guardsmen.

OCC: Then Ignore the robodog post. It was a dream the dog was having as it died. Also I have no idea for what to write at the moment so I'll just wait to see what people want this old equipment to be.

@Shadowbrand: We haven't run into any other guardsmen. There is only you (Jaksa), Lord-Loss (Donut) and me (Hazzard.) All the others in our group have been deemed to be 'redshirts'.

Right now Jaska, Donut and Hazzard are out LOOKING for others (any others). This is to give Manchu and Luna a chance to enter.

+Hazzard?+. The voice crackled down the vox, though it sounded disgruntled and pained. +Tryjon here. I take it you've seen the Battlebarge. Where are you and the Inquisitor? We've taken heavy losses-I'm down to two men, no heavy support, and Gurney's started singing (In the background, you can hear a voice singing You're the voice trying to understand it...Whaoohh, waoooh, waooaooh.Whaoohh, waoooh, waooaooh.) We need to regroup. Those Traiotors have alreay started moving out-it won't be long until the leader arrives. We overheard two of the marines talking about "The Warsmith's final triumph", whatever that is. Give us your co-ordinates. Tryjon out.+


OOC: Don't feel like writing much at the minute-might do later.

Co-ordinates? Way to go, bright-eyes, they were in the middle of the fething jungle. How was he supposed to get a bearing? Looking around for some sort of landmark he spotted a mountain not two clicks from his posistion. It looked like a dead volcano, but Hazzard was no geologist.

"Hazzard here. Can you see the collapsed volcano from your posistion?" he spoke into his vox.

Static was the only reply.

Hazzard tried again "Hey, shiny boy! You want us to save your asses or what?"

++ *crackle* -eth you, cannon-fodder. We *crackle* you asses all the time and don't get *crackle* respect...Yeah, I see it.++

Hazzard chuckled. "Good. Now double-time it, we'll meet you on the west face, then regroup with the rest of them. Copy."

++Yeah, yeah, meet you on the westside of the big hill thingy, I got it. Roger, roger and all that...dumb mother- *crackle* ++

Hazzard couldn't supress a smile. "Right, Jaska, Donut. We've found us some survivors. Let's high-tail it to the mountain and meet up with them. Lead the way, Jaska."

Corey was monitoring Effilion’s blood pressure when he started to convulse. “I need some help here STAT” she yelled as the assassins body threatened to fall off the table. Olmedo was there in an instant, grabbing the assassins flailing body and holding it down.
++what the hell is he doing??++ The tech priest yelled, as he was buffeted by a flailing arm. Corey looked at the vitals on her portable monitor and then checked for a pulse.
“From what I-.”She was kicked in the face by Effilion’s foot. “From what I can tell, from the spike in his blood pressure and his raised heart beats per minute, I think-.” She dodged a swing from an arm. “I think he’s reacting badly to the morphine. Poor bastards probably allergic.”
++ He didn’t accept any when he was dislodging the bullet earlier…++
Suddenly, as if by an unseen command Effilion stopped struggling. The monitor released a drawn out beep. “gak!” Corey checked for a pulse. “Oh come on! Starting CPR. One, two and three- where the hell do I breathe?? Olmedo get his mask off!”
Olmedo responded quickly, and she didn’t miss a beat, leaning over too give the kiss of life. But she stopped. The face, with its grey flesh and lidless eyes stared up at her. She was revolted and felt her last meal force its way up her throat. Effilion twitched. “Damn get the deliberator out of my pack now!” Corey shouted, half gagging. It wasn’t Olmedo who passed it though; it was Furious, who was looking honestly mournful at the sight of the dying assassin. She strapped on the pads and charged up. “Stand clear!” The burst of electricity didn’t start the heart. “Clear!” nothing. “CLEAR!”
No pulse. Olmedo turned slowly away from the now deceased Effilion and calmly as he was able, left the room. Furious stared into the glazed over eyes of Effilion, before he slowly reached for a piece of cloth and covered the assassins face. He then turned and punched the wall. “Damnation, that assassin has been with me for twenty years. As much as I hated the bastard, he’s saved me more times than I can count. Thought I could return the favor y’know?” then straightening up, he stalked out of the room, leaving Corey alone. She sighed deeply. “Time of death 22 hundred hours.”

Olmedo voxxed in to Hazzard
++ Hazzard? Bad news. Effilion’s gone. Poor sod seemed to of succumbed to his wounds, thought you wanted to know++
The reply was thankfully mostly static, but he made out some of the choicest curses.
Olmedo smiled a hollow smile. Things were getting bad to worse.

OOC: is this the end for my char? Nah wanted a break plus he MAY return. Might make a silly PDF squad to get mullered though ^^

R.I.P silly assassin

OOC: *Sniffle* *Slaute!*

Hazzard had known Effillion was going to die the moment he first saw him stagger out of the jungle. Cory had as well, they'd both seen too many war wounds not to realise that there was no way Effilion would be waking up again.

Still...Hazzard had hoped that maybe the poor bastard had some sort of Assassin Immunity or something. Something that would keep him going.

"You crazy, silly bastard..." Hazzard said quietly to himself.

"Sir?" Donut asked.

Hazzard realised he had drifted off. "Nothing. Nothing. Just keep an eye out for those Toy Soldiers."

They were waiting at the base of the mountain now. No sign of anyone else, although Jaska swore that he'd found tracks running in several directions. Hazzard dismissed it, a mistake he was going to regret.
Tryjon and his men jogged out into the clearing, sweeping the area with their hellguns.

"Probably didn't trust us to do a good enough job at it. " Hazzard muttered under his breath. He put on a smile though, didn't want to make this any more unbearable.
"Glad you could make it. We were getting worried about you, for a moment."

Tryjon grimaced. "Yeah, well we couldn't just lay down and die could we? Who'd be around to change your diapers then, eh?"

Ouch, thought Hazzard. That hurt.

"Well c'mon, let's meet up with the others."

They moved out, heading into the clearing. Suddenly Hazzard found himself looking down the wrong end of a lasgun. They were surrounded. About 10, maybe more men in uniforms were holding lasguns at them point blank.

A figure with a red-bandanna walked up to the front, looking Hazzard dead in the eye.

"I am Daniel of the Southern Resistance Forces, and I would like to know what the feth you are doing in our jungle."

can i nyoink them as my new chars? i wanna have a squad of awsome bravado men who can runa round getting slaughtered.

Okey-Dokey!

But single one out as yourself, so we can deem the others to be 'redshirts'.

OOC: Huzzah, there's wi-fi on this plane. I know EF has just about taken command of the absence and he's done an admirable job, but I'll be getting us back on track now.

Ieron stirred. He seemed to be lying on the ground.... how undignified. Looking up, he saw Hazzard slowly backing away from a uniformed man with a red bandana wrapped around his head in flagrant defiance of any common sense regarding camouflage. The psyker sighed. His strength was just coming back to him and already it was being put to the test. He focused his will and impressed it upon the young lieutenant. <Get down.> Hazzard's legs immediately collapsed under him. Summoning up his rapidly returning strength, Ieron sent out a shockwave of psychic force, sending the PDF loyalists sprawling in all directions. Lamenting the condition of his once-fine robes, Interrogator Ieron Enokssen drew his matte-black plasma pistol and strode up to the leader of their erstwhile captors, putting one heavy, studded boot on the man's chest and pointing the blunt nose of the weapon at his face. With his left hand, he slowly reached down to draw out an Inquisitorial rosette, the plain silver =I= symbol denoting his status as second to a full inquisitor. [OOC: Nothing I've read actually mentions what an interrogator's badge looks like, so I guessed.] He looked down at the officer. He was in his mid-twenties. The fear was so strong, Ieron could smell it.... and it smelled oddly like urine. Looking down, he could see that the unnamed sergeant had wet himself. Obviously the men of Pyranda IV hadn't faced the wrath of a gamma-level psyker before. <Now,> Ieron sent, his words echoing in the man's head, <You will tell me what the feth you're doing ambushing the agents of the Emperor's most holy Inquisition. Choose your next words carefully.>

OOC: And might I say, it's good to be back. All this use of fancy italics has me just about fluent in BBcode..

Once again, great job, EF.

OOC: Oh, I've just been having fun, mate! This is an awesome thread you started! (However, you were kinda unconcious in a hut with Olmedo, Furious and Cory, and we were out looking for survivors.) It's okay though, I must have lead them here to the hut at gunpoint.

"Wait!" Hazzard yelled. "Wait! They're on our side!"

He yelped as the psykers ire lashed out at him. Apparently a psyker with a headache is never in the mood for back-talk.
<If they weren't I would have killed them all in an instant, fool! But they WILL explain themselves!>

"That they will Ieron." said Furious, standing up. "You may be my interrogator, but I would like to ask the questions...personally." He turned to the group of young men cowering before him, with a baleful smile. "Now, perhaps it's time you talk."

"W-we were forced from the farmlands of the mid-sector and had to flee to the jungles. Our forces in the south were crushed at the Battle of Perseus Gorge. We've been here ever since." stammered the unfortunate squad leader.

"And where is the nearest secure area?" Lord Furious inquired.

"Our people hold the Main Continent, but that's on the other side of the planet." The leader was no longer shaking.

"How do we get off planet?" Furious demanded.

"Um, you'd need to have gotten to the Ravens Gate. It's the only friendly port on this planet. But with that monster of a ship hanging around, there's not a hope in hell of that now!"

"How?!? The fate of this whole sector rests on me, and you will tell me how to get to Ravens Gate!" Power surged from Furious as he yelled at the PDF. They started to scream and cry.

"Cameron! Commander Cameron! We have a Valkryie at the Resistance Base! He'll give it to you! It can get you there! Please don't kill us!" Daniel pleaded.

"Where?!?" Roared Furious, his eyes glowing an unearthly colour.

"The Mountain! We made our base in the mountain! Please! I've told you everything!" Daniel and his men continued to sob.

Furious scowled and turned to face the group behind him. Overhead, the battlebarge started to disgorge all sorts of Drop Pods.
"We're moving out! Get your stuff together, and move!"

"But, we haven't even burried Effilion..." Cory spoke quietly.

"Do I look like I care?!? That gakker got himself killed and I'll be damned before I die for his fething corpse!" Furious bawled. Spinning around he grabbed Daniel and lifted him to eye level. "Now, you little pile-of-grox, take me to your leader."

The drop pods of the Iron Warriors were already being deployed. Lord Archasius had hoped to drop in with his men, but he found himself once again mired in diplomacy with another one of the "traitor chapters" that had recently began to plague the mighty legions of Chaos.

"Come here, Aspiring Champion," he said, half paying attention to the representative they had sent.

"That's Plague Champion my Lord," the visitor said with a slight bow.

"Plague Champion?" Archasius looked at his visitor. He didn't look like a Plague Marine, aside from having some green blotches on his shoulder pad.

"Yes, my lord. As you can see by these green blotches on my shoulder pad, I am a Plague Marine of Nurgle. I.. uh... started out my career as a regular Chaos Marine, but my masters decided that every troop in our legion should either be Plague Marines or Berserkers. We tried using the Icons originally, but the Gods lost favor with us whenever the guy holding it dropped it, so.."

"You're not a legion." Archasius pointed out matter-of-factly.

"We are the Death Shadows, Archasius, and we every bit as dangerous as one of the "traditional" legions of Chaos..."

"Why are you here?" The Chaos Lord was getting impatient.

"My masters wish to... uh... 'borrow' some of your Obliterators. You see, we only have seven right now, and we should really have nine..."

"Tell the Daemon Princes they can suck my mechan- wait, nevermind, they're Slaanesh aren't they. Well, no, you can't have any more Obliterators. It's bad enough we haven't been able to find our basilisk."

"Well, can we at least have some bloodletters? We aren't allowed to summon real daemons..."

"No, now get out of here before I add one of my Dreadnoughts to your army."

The Plague Champion quickly scurried out of his room, so as to avoid getting multi-melta'd in the face.

*Jaska jerks around impatiently*

M-master... I hear something.

@Orkeosuarus: I thought you were Lord Furious?

I figured we needed to foreshadow the big villain. For the plot!

(But then I got distracted bashing the new Chaos codex.)

Tryjon was grumpy. It was quite easy to get grumpy when you were stuck in a jungle, having to run for it so chaos tainted supersoldiers can't find you, your being badmothed by some cannon foder, and your only companions are a heavy weapons guy wthout a heavy weapon and a singing second in command. Still, it wasn't a total loss. They were nearing the volcano, and that meant they were nearing Hazzard. He could punch the little Xenos-fether then. Still, Tryjon couldn't help but curse under his breath as Gurney broke into another verse of his favourite song, you only die once. It just so happened to be Tryjons least favourite.

High above in the tree's, perched on a branch, something watched the stormtroopers pass. Looking up at the volcano, it proceded to do a number of calculations in it's head, before allowing a ghost of a smile to cross it's lips. Then, jumping to another tree, it was gone, and the jungle fell silent once again.

@Little Lord: Ok, that post is probably suited a few posts back. If you'd read anything I'd posted you see that we had already met up. It's fine though, it'll look great in the Article!



The group was walking, singlefile. Donut was on point, his Plasma Gun swinging back and forth like an animal that's caught a scent. Tryjon and his men were covering him. Behind them was Furious, holding the PDF Sergeant Daniel before him. A sullen Ieron followed, keeping a watchfull eye on the other PDF troops. Behind him came Olmedo still tinkering with an unidentifiable piece of equipment, his servitor 2837 watching his step. Behind it the two PDF who'd been given the spare Heavy Bolter struggled with their load. Hazzard and Cory were taking up the rear.

The mountain was nearing, they could even see the rock face where Daniel claimed the entrance was located. "There!" He pointed "It's just there on that ridge!"

Hazzard smiled, it looked like they were going to make it after all.
He looked over to Cory walking in front of him. Well, if there was ever a time to step up and be a man...
"Cory?" He asked, reaching out to clutch her hand.

She beamed back at him. "Yes, Hazzard?"

Hazzard rubbed his neck awkwardly as he walked beside her. "There's something I've been wanting to say to you for a while."

"And what's that?" Cory smiled coyly.

"W-well, I-um...I" Hazzard stammered, grasping for words, blushing profusely.

Suddenly the scream of an incoming object sounded out and then a single drop pod slammed into the ground just metres behind them. Hazzards gut clenched with foreboding. The pod opened to release the Chaos Warriors and with an unearthly bellow they oppened fire. Above, more lights marked the entry of their fellow traitors. Several of the PDF were shot down in the first vital seconds that the group spent scrambling for cover.

"You two!" Hazzard pointed at the Heavy Weapons team. "Get that thing set up and open fire!"
Although ducking thier heads, fumbling and shouting obscenites, the soldiers obeyed, their booming rounds bringing one of the giant traitors to the ground and forcing several others to take cover.

Furious and the others were behind a fallen tree, keeping thier heads down. Hazzard could instantly tell that there was no way that they could reach them across that clearing without getting shot to pieces. and every second more of the Chaos fiends joined the fight.

"Furious!" Hazzard yelled. "Furious! Get out of here! Get to the stronghold, and get them out! We'll hold them as long as we can!"

<No!> Ieron yelled in Hazzards head, making him clutch his ears. <You can't die like this, Hazzard! We won't leave you behind! We won't!>

<He knows his duty, Ieron. And so should you.> Furious' voice rang out. His voice, if it could be called that, was calming, soothing and a sense of peace came over Hazzard when he listened. So unlike the Furious he had known over the years. <Thank you, good and faithful servant.> Furious continued. <By doing this, you are saving more than your friends, you are aiding me in a matter of importance to the whole sector.>
And with that, they left,sinking into the undergrowth. Not a word more.

It was time to pay attention to where it was due, Hazzard thought, firing off a round from his bolt pistol over the cover. Cory was firing bursts from her laspistol. To the left of him the Heavy Bolter team continued to fire, taking down another of the Traitor Astartes.

With a defiant roar 3 Chaos Marines broke cover charged at Hazzards posistion. Out in the open they made easy targets for the Heavy Bolter, and it managed to take down two, their armour buckling under the force of the shots. The lead one however, lunged over the log. It batted Cory away, and turned it's gaze on Hazzard. He let loose 2 rounds before it was on him, deflecting the chainsword as Hazzard drew it and punching him in the chest, throwing him back. Hazzard yelped as he felt several of his ribs crack. The monster leaned down to his face, grabbing his throat.

"gxfishgurble..." Hazzard gurgled through his bloody mouth.

"What?" The traitor cackled.

"I said...let's see how much armour you have under that chin of yours." Hazzard smiled as he empited the rest of his clip under the Chaos Marines helmet, pulverising the skull inside.
With a shudder, it collasped. Hazzard crawled out from under its massive body, wiping the blood from his mouth. Checking to see if Cory was okay, Hazzard reloaded his pistol.
Looking around he saw the PDF team still firing solid rounds from the bolter into the midst of the enemy. Hazzard joined in, aiming for any traitor that dared lift its head. By the Emperor, Hazzard thought elatedly, they were holding them! They could do this! They could d-

With a thunderous roar, Hazzards world was torn asunder into rock, shrapnel and flame, flinging him to the ground.

Dazed, concussed and bleeding. As he leant against the log Hazzard could only look on, watching the battlebarge in the sky continued to randomly pour fire into the area. Apparently the Iron Warriors cared little for thier allies. Hazzard saw the PDF toops annihilated, their ashes scattered, same as he saw the fleeing Chaos Marines obliterated by the indiscriminate blasts.
Hazzard felt something nudge against him, and looked down to see Cory, head leaning on his chest.
"Hey Cory..." Hazzard muttered.
"Yeah, Hazzard?" Cory asked tiredly.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you, Cory. I always have."
"I know Hazzard, I know."

They lay there in silence, as the jungle continued to burn.

"Hey, Hazzard?" Cory asked sleepily, her head nodding.
"Yes, Cory?"Hazzard looked down.
"I'm feelin'...tired..."
"Yeah, me to."

"Hazzard?"
"Yeah, Cory?"
"I'm scared. I want to go home."
"It's okay, Cory. I'm here. And I want to go home too. Okay?"
"...okay..."

"Cory?" Hazzard nudged her. "Cory?"
Silence.
Hazzard lay there. Making his peace with the Emperor, he held onto Cory tightly as the flames consumed them...together at last...

OOC: And with that, ladies and gentlemen, my story must end. I hope your tale fares better than mine. But at least Hazzard finnally built up the courage to say 'I love you.'

Olmedo had cut down a few traitors with his power axe on the way to help the two of them get to safety but was slightly too late. As the last traitor in his path fell laughing, the flames consumed the two of them. ++Hazzard..++ said Olmedo. He quickly ran through the fire to find the remaining few traitors, he knew that Hazzard and Cory were already dead, but the Iron Warriors might still be alive with their evil machinery. The Battlebarge flew off leaving the last few flaming Iron Warriors, blinded by their injuries they fired randomly into the forest. Fortunately for Olmedo and the others they were faceing the wrong direction. Olmedo sliced through the last two out of the three with the axe with ease. He placed it down and started smashing the last in the face with his mechanical fist. He continued punching even after the Iron Warrior's final breath had left him. By the time he stopped punching there was just a small bloody crater in the ground where the Iron Warrior's head would be. Several small bone fragments scattered around it. ++If only I had been a little faster...++ said Olmedo, obviously after this was finished and he returned to a friendly forge world he would upgrade himself to become faster.

The small fight over, Olmedo slowly stood up and looked around the area. He looked over his mechanical arms to check if they had sustained any damage, they were charred and the hands were bloody but other than that they were undamaged. There was nothing but burnt and broken trees, a few charred skeletons could be seen scattered around the place. They belonged to several animals, and by the looks of it some of the PDF. Olmedo saw the two charred skeletons of Hazzard and Cory and walked past them, he had to find the servitor, not because he wanted to he was forced to as all Enginseers are. He eventually found the burnt remains of the servitor. Olmedo salvaged the mechanical parts and hung them over his shoulder. ++I guess I should try to find Furious now..++ said Olmedo. He checked his Auspex only to find it wrecked. It's screen burnt and warped it was useless, he placed it back in his robe then thought about contacting them by vox. But, he remembered what happened the last time he contacted them by vox, it had ended up killing Hazzard, Cory, the PDF and nearly all of the Guradsmen, so he decided against it. He looked at the old device he had been working on, an old ornate Bolter that he was going to give to Hazzard or one of the PDF. Instead now he had two, usually a human would only be able to use one Bolter at a time, some Space Marines were even able to use a Bolter with one hand, but with his mechanical arms Olmedo could easily handle two at a time. Unlike his bolter this one was dull and dirty from its years of sitting around in that base, the fire had burned it to the point where it appeared to be black unlike Olmedo's Bolter, which was polished metal decorated with gold.

Olmedo started walking in the direction of the tree Furious had been in, if he was lucky he would eventually catch up to them. Lucky for him his bionic enhancements he could almost walk around the planet a couple of times without needing to stop and rest.

OOC: Thanks for trying, n0t_u!
Guys, I'm thinking about compiling this into a single story with chapters and such. (with maybe a few edits). Any ideas for titles?

OCC: If you're going to kill your character off it would look rather crappy if no one else actually interacted with it.
I think Owain should probably name this, it is his thread

OOC: Yeah. That's kind of why I asked instead of running off and doing my own thing. I even sent him a PM or two. But there's been no respone.

EDIT: Never mind. Owain will probably do a better job than me anyway. And it IS his thread. By right of royal blood...or something.

"Oi, wait for me" Donut shouted at the Enginseer. Olmedo stopped to let Donut catch up. "How the feth did you survive!?" bellowed Olmedo. Donut shrugged "Killed two Traitor marines then hid behind there corpses"

Olmedo sighed "Ok, lets go we might catch up with Furious"

++Hiding under Marine corpses though, clever. I guess you get to keep using that Plasma Gun after all, look after it though or it will blow up. Which reminds me++ said Olmedo, he quickly turned around and headed towards where the PDF had been moments before being incinerated. He looked around a bit then found what he was looking for; the Heavy Bolter. Now Olmedo was carrying the remains of the Servitor, including it's Lascannon, Power Axe, two Bolters and the Heavy Bolter. But, continued to walk as if all this was mearly a box of tissues to him. The Bolters hung by their straps, one on each shoulder and the Power Axe seemed to be held magnetically to Olmedo's back.

He had the Heavy Bolter ready in case of any trouble. ++I'd give you this to use, but it would be too heavy probably. Now we can go try to catch up with the others++ said Olmedo.

"No Problem" Donut grinned and swung the heavy bolter over his shoulder, his shirt had ripped now, revealing muscled arms.

Five minutes later they picked up Furious trail. "It seems Ieron has been slowing them down" Olmedo said.

Twenty minutes later they caught up with Furious. Jumping from the bushes, Furious nearly killed them both. With amazinbg aglitiy Furious karate kciked Olmedo in the face and held a bolt pistol to Donuts groin.

"What Do You Think You Are Doing?!?!" Furious bellowed "Ambushing Us Like That!, I Could Have Killed You!"

Lowering the bolt pistol and helping Olmedo off, Furious walked off with Ieron without a word.

Ghost saw the Inquisitor and his retinue first. They were moving through the bushes fast, not caring about the noise they were making. Armitage motioned to his squad to advance, and presently they were observing the groups progress. The inquisitor was leading, followed by his aid. next came a grubby, mud smeared guardsmen, and a tech priest. lastly came a scruffy guardsmen with a plasma gun.
++ this is Ghost, you got a group of bastards moving in on your position. My team have got their rifles on em, whats our next action?++
He motioned for his squad to move up, and he paused for a second, smiling at the unision of his team. Seven men and two women, not including himself. Their ghillie suits and camo webbing made them all but undetectable from a distance of more than a metre away. Armitage whispered "Okay Keira, take your fireteam to the left, O'brian to the right. Armitage your with me. move out and wait for my signal." two squads of four branched off and advanced in sperate directions. Ghost, a thin, lean man with a pair of heat goggles resting on his brow looked down on Armitage. "Okay Armitage aim for the Aid, i got a funny feeling about him."

Ieron stopped. he could sense something about the jungle surrounding them, but he was unable to pick it out. "Probably some animals"
Just as he formulated this a wiry figure stepped quite literally out of a bush next to him. The figure had dirty blonde hair formed into a short mohican. He was holding a thick knife that was caked in dried gore. In his other hand, he was holding a blackened skull. "all right?" He asked, as if what he was doing was an everyday matter. Actualy, Ieron thought, it probably was. Furious span and pulled his bolt pistol out, pointing at the newcomer, whilst olmedo stared with horror at the skull. Jaska however, slowly put his lasrifle on the floor and put his hands on his head. "they surrounded us. Me should of seen it. Didnt." he said gulmly. Donut spat on the floor and stared inquisitively at Furious, who seemed to be having a small fit. The figure, smiled, showing dagger teeth. "Hes right actually, Theres nine sniper scopes trained on your heads. now, wheres your toyboys? you know, i saw em leaving the site where your guardsmen were murdered." with that he chucked the blackened skull on the floor. He stamped on it, blowing it to pieces. "This is my Jungle, what the hell are you doing here?"

OOC: no that wasnt cory or Hazzards skulls. and these guys will all be slaughtered in various ways soon enough, so refrain from killing any. remember, any offenseiv manouvres and your all head shotted

OOC: *Sniff* EF, that's.....so.......BEAUTIFUL!!!! And I just read your post with the Stormtroopers in it-My computer was playing up this morning, wasn't showing some posts. Sorry.


as they ran from the burning tree's, Tryjon was silent. Dutch was silent. Heck, even Gurney had shut up. That little cannon fodder.........He'd died to save them.........he was a hero...... Tryjon shook it off. It didn't matter what had happened, it just mattered what was happening now."Come on." The Sergeant said glumly "Let's go." They advanced through the tree's, silent. They'd lost the Inquisitor, the Enginseer and the other one. They had no objective. They had no aid. They had.....nothing.
Tryjon's brooding was interrupted as Dutch exploded in a spray of gore from the inside. The remnants of his body jerked around, showering hs two comrades with a rain of blood. From out of the tree's two Iron warriors stepped out, firing bolter round after bolter round at the two remaning stormtroopers, who leapt to cover behind some rock's. A third marine stepped out into the clearing, his helmet bedecked with skulls and blood, and weilding a mighty chainsword and bolt pistol. He fixed his eyes on Tryjon, and the stormtrooper shivered. Concentrating his firepower with Gurney, Tryjon shot hundreds of bullets into the closest Marine, and eventually one birst threw the armur plates, and it dropped with a sickening roar.
The other "regular" (if one could describe any servant of chaos as regular) charged forward, leaping over the rock Gurney was behind. Striking the trooper with the butt of his bolter, a sickening crunch rang out. Gurney was smashed backwards, flying into the treeline. Tryjon couldn't see if he had survived-if he had, he would almost certainly be unconsious now.
The aspiring champion, who had managed to advance unhurt in the entire firefight, grabbed Tryjon, and threw him over his head. The Stormtrooper landed with a crack, -but he had no time to get back up, as the traitor leapt onto him, and reving up his chainsword, smashed it into him, bloody chunks flying everywhere. As the sergeant coughed up blood, the Aspiring champion cocked his bolt pistol, and aimed it at his face. In that instant, the sergeant noticed the melta bombs that had fallen onto the forest floor. The second regular marine walked up to the champion, turned his head to him, and asked mockingly "Do we take prisoners?". Tryjon grabbed the detanator for the bombs, Held it up and said "I.......don't......"
An explosion rang out in the jungle. Far away, Furious turned round, urrowed his brow, but thought it was probably nothing.


OOC: Tryjon's story has come to an end. I may or may not be posting again-remember we don't know what happened to Gurney. So stay tuned people!

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