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*Cal sits up, rubs his wrists then wipes the blood from his forehead and glares at Jason*
Cal: Other Elders? What other Elders? Why are you doing thi-
*He goes wide eyed*
Cal: My family? If you've so much as touched them, I'll show you what my skills as a medic can do to someone like you!
*He half rises from his slab and gives Jason a look of rage, momentarily too focused on that to pay attention to Sara*

*Kara groans softly and shakes her head*
K: My master beckons me. But I... I renounce him.
*with Kara's statement, the silver lines glow brighter for a moment before the green swirls into them in intricate designs, as if they are battling against one another*

*Stumbles into interrogation room* I wonder if da cookin' amenities are in here...

*Spots Jason* Oi, git! You're da one in charge here, ain't ya? You're about ta get what's coming to ya for ignoring an Ork! Do ya hear it? Yer puny lads shouting outside and da gunfire? I fink da Daemons we've been harpin' about fer all dis time are at the perimeter of dis here base, and now I dunno how da Zog we're gonna evacuate.

*Turns to Cal* Weird lad on da table, do ya know a fing or two about tellyportin'? I wouldn't worry about dis Imperial git too much, cuz da Daemons aren't gonna stop at layin a finger on yer family... Oh, and if ya figure out how ta get a bunch of lads outta this base at once, don't forget us Orks, da Grot with us, or da lil' blobby buddy o mine.

*Stops in surprise* Hey! Da microwave was down here after all! *Moves to far corner of room and throws pot pie in* Oh, and whatever ya plan on doing, make it fast. Like red paint job fast.

*the Kommanda trudges after Kommissar grumpily*
Zoggin' humies and der lack of proppa cookin' tools. Even Snakebites have der fires that dey use to cook squig kebabs!
*turns to Kommissar and sees the Microwave*
Gork's teef! Ya found da microwave! Finally!
*took a pot pie of his own from the vending machine and waits to use the Microwave*
Zoggin' daemons....

Hmm, that pot pie filled me up right and propa. A good meal can really tucker ya out. Even a Warboss needs a lie down sometimes.

*Turns towards Jason* Git! Make sure yer ladz can hold da siege till mornin'. We can escape then. Sounds like the walls will keep da Daemons at bay fer long enuff.

*Muffled explosion from outside* ...Probably.

OOC: Night all

OOC:
Night.

*Jason steps forward, and meets Cal's gaze.*
Jason: Watch your fething tone "Cal," that sniper round could've went through your head, or I could have cut you up on this slab, and your family would be none the wiser. I am sick of your races pride, and arrogance so please go to your family. Sara take him to them.
*Jason walks out.*
*Sara holsters her pistol, and walks out of the room.*
Sara: Follow.

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*Treebeard sighs.*
TB: Bummer...
*He looks at the ground, and summons up some flowers.*
TB: Can.. you.. fix... corruption?

*Cal's gaze doesn't soften but he follows Sara silently*
*Upon reaching the room he has a pretty happy reunion with Morri and the twins*
*He looks around the small area they've been given and speaks to Morgan in the language of Danu Talis*
Cal: (Translated) Morgan. Search the room for bugs. I don't trust this man as far as I can throw him.
*Morgan nods and starts looking around the room for spying devices while Cal takes a look at Scatty who's lying unconscious on the couch*

*Furia looks round the small house that Thoeth created*
Men.. Base. Always so hostile?

Still same Pla...., planot ...planet?
Learn, try to. Talk with DR.

...

*Marilania looks slightly worried and sits on bed as they got let into the base. *
Maybe this was not such a good idea.

*Maria puts a arm round her daughter *
Relax, its only a minor set back. And we safer than the waterfall. Just gotta wait this out.

...

*Marla waits stood in a doorway and looks round kinda hoping to see Milo walk in as not know what happen to him*
Please have made it.... You always did survive somehow.

*The BRex groans and turns its gaping metallic maw towards Zoey*

*It roars and blasts a jet of fire at her not caring about damaging itself*

Cathy: Woohoo! Robot dinosaur rodeo!

*Cathy continues shooting*

*BRex is slowing down*

TORGUE: SHOOT TO THRILL!

*The darkness around the world starts dripping down, making pools of black something in various places around the entire world*
*There are no 40k demons on the world, cause the world is cut off from the warp, making it impossible for them to exist*

*The fortresses themselves are teeming with undead and demonic life, as they sacrifice whatever humans/other things that are still alive on the world*
*The big demons are now on the world, so woe to all*

~

*Maiev meditates in the sanctuary, trying to somewhat commune with her goddess*

~

*Illidan more or less does the same, but not in the same area as Maiev*

~

*Tala is frustrated as all hell*

~

*Joal is scared and huddled against Santiago*

~

*Denny sighs, and puts her hand on her magnum*
D: The Imperial's are more likely to shoot their own kind in the back of the skull than they are to help them. Let's go Jake.
*She knows she's most likely being listened to, but doesn't care*

*Billy starts climbing the rex by jamming a spear head in, pulling himself up, jamming another one in and repeating the process.*
*Might get knocked off if the rex moves too suddenly or sharpely but continues trying to get to the robot's head*


*Gharn frowns worriedly while Mergoux curses under her breath regarding imperials*


OOC: Welcome back Vanden. Hope everything's sorted with you and looking forwards as to where this plot is going!

*Cathy tries getting closer to the BRex to get a better shot*

Cathy: Just realised that people climbing it makes it harder to shoot...

*She holds her fire not wanting to hit Billy or Zoey*

*Milo silently picks up the lasgun and examines it*
*frowns as it sparks a hazy memory in his mind of being a warrior of some kind*
*rapidly re-assembles and loads the weapon*
*takes a deep breath and moves on to the next stage*

OOC:
Welcome back Vanden. Hope things are going better now

*Nero keeps walking, looking disinterested*
N: You're not doing this out of the kindness of your heart. Why'd you show up to help all of a sudden?

*Kara sighs*
K: I might. The Fade can create, as well as destroy.

*Santiago has an arm around Joalia*
S: We're safer here. At least the Imperials don't want to destroy humanity.

*Wade teleports to the side of the BRex that's opposite of Zoey and Billy, and resumes his firing*
DP: Over here! Away from the fethers who can die!

Ooc welcome back to the madness.

*the rooms clanks, creaks and sound stone moving as a seamless staircase of stone spirals up the centre of the room slowly forming a way up to the heights hidden in shadow above*

*each step is etched with strange geometric designs and a growing sense of foreboding the higher you climb *
*at the base the box opens by itself revealing the iron key floating in a box of rough forged but solid iron*

*the statues cast imposing shadows and half lit torsos as fires burn in metallic pits at there feet*

*Milo takes a deep breath and starts jogging up the staircase*
*his grip tightens unconsciously on his lasgun as he goes up the stairs*
*bits of memories spark in his mind but fade before he can get a good grip on them*

*Stairs seem to wind higher and higher to a height that should be impossible for the face and each one glows slightly as he treads upon the step*

*the feeling that something powerful above grows as the steps glow brighter the higher he climbs*
*Passing the stone statues he cannot get thr feeing the stone is not entirely inert and dead*

*below him the floor begins to fade into a misty and more distant form*

*Milo grits his teeth as he ascends the stairs*
*a feeling of dread seems to grow with each step*
*the glowing stairs are super creepy*

*stairs start to glow from a dark red to a more a firey orange the higher you go*

*a faint sound of deep drums that echo too deeply to be normal begins to hear as he ascends the last section of the staircase *

*the view below is now very faint and looks like you climbed a tall building when room is only a few stories high yet statues somehow remain in scale as warp cares not for physical sizes*

At the end of the staircase a glow can be seen from burning fire pits of unnatural colours that glow brighter the closer you reach*

*Milo ascends the last of the stairs and takes a deep breath*
*instinctively mutters a phrase under his breath*
The Emperor protects....
*walks towards the fire pit*

*stairs end and the fire pits glow brightly as he ascends last step into a large chamber that has the shadowy outline of a vast throne wreathed in a unnatural shadow with a seated vast figure.*

*fires generally shadow and drama up the scene and smaller but also larger than human shadowy figure are stood unnaturally still*

*figure is hard to look upon and speaks with a voice that carries malice and weight of the many centuries *
You have beaten the games. mortals are pitifully weak and not worth the slightest thought.

Your fate awaits Mortal.

*Milo stands up proudly*
And what is to be my fate?
*secretly scared out of his mind*

*figure stands and a goliath deamon is visible, one hand ending in vast talons, a second bearing a massive cursed warhammer that hurts to look upon and a half cyborg, dark technology form of a vast shoulder mounted cannon*

So you have pride... Only the emperor will not help you here.
The emperor protects... *menacingly cruel sarcasm in voice*

Fates you choose.
I plucked your soul from the warp. Not the corpse god who rots on a decaying throne, of a decaying world symbolic of his failure.

You where my game, a mere toy mortal.

*Milo continues standing defiant*
And what are my choices?

*Jason voices comes over the speaker in Danu Talis.*
Jason: No point in searching, the bugs are all around you. Just get comfortable.
*Literally no way to keep info from Vanus agents, who have literal bugs moderating the room, and a cyber eagle that sits on a perch over looking the room. On top of that hundreds if not thousands of cameras are everywhere.*

---
*Jake nods with Denny, and keeps following.*
*Eddie shrugs.*
*Assassin looks at Nero, and shrugs.*
Ass: My superior believes that we will need your support.. we won't be able to get any support from any other imperial forces, and the things we are dealing with are things we have never faced. Personally I think we should put all the inhabitants on this world down for their heresies.
---
*Brunor tries to calm Tala down.*
---
*Tb frowns at Kara.*
Tb: The... green creates... never destroys.. You should put faith... in the green.

---
*Mannoroth spots Thoths makeshift house, and grins a toothy grin.*
*He and a demon army stop towards it, and are clearly visible.*

---
*Zoey does a barrel roll, and avoids some of the fire.*
*Her shield crackles, but she manages to jump and grab a hold of the Rex's jaw, and starts stabbing his throat.*

*the deamon prince laughs cruely and sends a bolt of pain forcing milo to kneel and obey his command*

You have spirit... But even you bow before me mortal worm.. I am the breaker of Terra.

Your choices. Mortal weakling.
*a serris of arcane carved doors form out of thin air and each one lights up in dark portals.*

Each one is a fate. Every one is a different path that your life could take. You may be a chaos lord.. A deadbeat, happy with your family.

The final game. Choose.
*only has his fragmented memories and flashes to decide the very path of his future, each doorway is a risk of sadness, falling to chaos or maybe a happy family life. Choose wisely*

*The BRex's neck gets riddled with stab holes that fire starts shooting out of*

*Cathy trying to be a gansta and hold her gun one handed, she can't manage it*

Cathy: Awww...

*The BRex roars and AC/DC's TNT starts playing*

TORGUE: HOLY S**T THEY FORCED THE BADASSASAURS TO USE ITS FINISHING MOVE!

*The BRex starts to vibrate and heat up, it emits a horrid groaning noise and it starts to melt down*

*Milo groans in pain but refuses to scream*
*manages to glance at each doorway*
*shattered remnants of memories flash through his head as he stares*

*view clears slightly and several corrupted half chaos, half machine forms stand nearby ensuring there is no escape*

Choose... Or a i promise you that every one of your family will join you in hell.

Poor Marilania... Imagine her soul turned to chaos, to be a destroyer of worlds, a feared chaos lord and defiler of the imperium.

*a vision of her as a chaos lady, as elysian system burns below her flagship and the extermitous torpedoes detonate and nuclear fires burn across the world to torment him*

...

*Maria, Marla and Marilania rest at the base as I'm not sure what to do with them right now*
*Furia looks af thoeth and looks worried*
Monster come ... Danger. ... Help ..