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(I know but Syrath is a being that is deceitful and sinister he will try and trick you)

There was a whirring click, almost as if a great clock had suddenly switched itself on. A single cyclopean 'eye' opened, shining eerie light throughout the chamber, full of nothing but cold logic. Spidery limbs moved the rubble off of it's form, digging itself out of the massive crater that had buried it deep into the earth. Powerful arms pushed the god-like machine out and over the lip of the crater, a wicked glaive of black energy shimmering into existence within the grasp of one of it's fists. It was large, easily the size of a small house, although it was often much, much larger. It's processors whirred as they searched for the reason for it's decreased level of efficiency. Nothing. It had crashed here weeks ago, no. It had been brought down, attacked in orbit as it prepared to purge the planet below. The machine found it odd that no records could be found relating to the incident, and found it.... disturbing. Regardless, the machine still intended to complete it's Primary Directive and function; the analysis of metabeings and their overall impact on the Universe. If they were found to be satisfactory, the machine would move on. If they were found wanting, a Purge was undertaken. Earth had been found less than acceptable to the Primordial Judge. Turning to face the city that radiated metatalent, the Primordial Judge raised itself into the air, speeding towards Paradiso with grim intent.

nevermind

The Eversor reached the oil rig and tied up the barge. Entering the armored car drove up the rap and onto the massive rig. When he got out, it opened the rear doors and dragged the sack of drugged unfortunates out. Dragging the sack deep into the rig, it made the stop at the place labeled ‘medical ward’ the occupant. A medical servitor prepped a camdrie of horrible-looking instruments and began laying the patients down the medical ward overlooked the ocean as one wall was blasted away and covered with a glass door and a balcony outside.


The Eversor stood on the balcony and watched as the medical servitor got to work. The full five patients took only a full two hours to finish. When the doors to the medical ward opened four creatures shambled out. The Eversor walked into the room. The servitor looked up. “Four pit-slaves constructed, one died on the operating table.” It droned out. The Eversor sighed. “Put him in the plague room, lets see if we can get him walking again.”

anyone gonna post? blood you gonna talk to your cat?

it OK for me to take on an extra NPC? ( I have plans...)[ and I write foor the evesror so technically it is a PC )

A second blast consumed the warehouse door as the Alien warriors gunned down the security with ease using their Bio-weaponry and began to advance giving any intelligent workers time to flee as they pried open crates in search for the precious material their master had ordered. Plutonium  As they entered the massive steel chamber they began to secure the unstable material and place it in a special container designed specifically for the purpose.

Syrath appeared with his Cat and smiled as his guard bowed and revealed the Plutonium to him; 

"Master we have secured the extract what off the surviving workers? Shall we deal with them and what of the Night Lord?"

"I do not believe he sees the abilities off what we have recovered Captain, burn this area and let us return to Mesa.

BTW blood if you remember , ast time syrath saw asmodius on his own terms it was at the Eyrie that has been abandond so NOBODY knows where asmodius's new base is (they all think he is still at the eyrie including syrath, as asmodius made a point not to tell him that he had 'moved')

(OOC) I know but Syrath is smart and does know when someone's trying to trick him

At Mesa the facility was returning to it's original active self as the servants of Syrath began to re-build the massive construct system and would soon be able to return to testing. All that was required was the plutonium and Syrath had stolen that with ease, his plans where coming together and with little encounters with the Supers he knew that his plans would not fail.

(OOC: I know that but I am pointing out that there is b=no inclinatioan that asmodius has left the Eyrie)

(and is it Ka-tan or se-tan?)

When the Eversor entered the ‘plague room’ which was located deep within the rig, it flung the corpse in stared around. its terrifying skull-helm taking in the room. It was like a charnel house, with several dozen corpses everywhere and what appeared to be altered sign for ‘radioactive’ on the far wall a sickly green mist was everywhere and the room was securely bolted shut to keep the smell out of the rest of the massive rig the rooms sole occupant looked up “father smiles upon our meeting” “shut up.” Snarled the Eversor in its vox-synthesized voice. it hated using this scum. The man was a cultist who had arrived along with the rest of the group in the escape pod, when said pod had slammed into the planet. “Just get him back on his feet.” Muttered the Eversor. There was a door in each wall. And behind three of theses something scratched at the doors and groaned.

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When the Eversor left the room it saw that Asmodius had arrived. And was securing a pair of flak guns to the railings. While several servitors welded another one in place affixing the machine to the rig. Above them the three gnats were patrolling the air.

“I’m going fishing” said the raptor. “We are low on food.” With that the raptor shot into the sky and dove into the sea.


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As he shot through the water, Asmodius wondered why those commandoes would attacked the Eversor. At the moment it did not matter as he shot further into the depths he stared around. He was at e the seafloor. And his mass prevented him from floating up. He disengaged his jump packs and landed on the seabed. As he ‘walked’ through the colorful reefs he looked around at the sights. And as he passed a large rock he saw what he was looking for. A shark. This was a haul indeed! It was a great white. He could use his bolter since each bolt was rocket propelled. Of he could have some fun. He drew his combat knife and pushed his talons from the seafloor the shark turned and shot toward him, as Asmodius activated his jump packs he slashed with the knife and managed to cut a gouge in the sharks side. Turning off the jump-packs he rolled and grabbed the sharks jaws. as he pulled them open the shark thrashed he slowly ripped it in two. The bloody water would attract other sharks. And this was what the night lord was after.

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After bringing the last of the dead beasts up and hanging them to dry in the sun it occurred to him that he knew almost nothing about anything. He did not even know the Eversor’s name! He would have to ask soon. Along with the Eversor and the livebearer there had been one individual on the pod. He wished he knew where he was…

But now was not the time for pondering. Well…aside from the Syrath matter. Asmodius knew that as powerful as the xeno’s guards were it would take a view volleys to penetrate power armor. And that if the alien double-crossed him he would have his pompous head on a spike.
There was a slight noise behind him. “Eversor.” “What?” it asked “this way seem blunt.” Said asmodisus as he carved open the shark and began removing the bowls. “What may?” asked the vox altered voce. “I must know…what is your name?” the Eversor let out a metallic chuckle and reached for the pneumatic locks on its armor “my name?” it asked. “yes, I would like to know, we have been the best of friends for fifty years now.”

The Eversor sighed and removed its helmet. “Alright…its Jade.” she said.





this is a pic of what 'Jade' looks like (just minus the overly-much female parts and add a helluva lot of armor)

"The Night Lord will betray you master, you know he will. I will happily end him if you wish Syrath."

The Large alien guard drew his blade of pure energy and flexed his manibles while Wheley fled to Syrath who smiled at the scarred Cat and smirked at the commander.

"There is no need for violence Commander but if my intentions are threatened the arrogant one will be dealt with, his armor cannot protect him from a blast of super heated plasma can it? No but now we need him, prepare you're forces and I will contact him and plan with Whetley."

HEY! YOU'R USING SANGHELI!

my armor no but my plot armor...yes (as the 'commander' is not a main NPC I could oust him. the only ones that are not able to be ousted on a whim is syrath and whetly)

(OOC) He's still fairly difficult to kill, his shielding is strong along with his weaponry

of course (he a sangheli?)

(Yes, now let's just get back to the RPG)

Asmodius was checking on the oil drill embedded in the sea floor while Jade was in town gathering info. She scanned the street with here rail-rifle and zoomed in on individual targets before continuing on. When the muzzle of the deadly weapon swung toward the needle she scanned the roof. At the moment asmodius was trying not to anger the psykers and mutants but she needed to be thorough.


Seeing nothing amiss, she swept her weapon down into the street again and shifted on her perch. She was at the top of a water tower on a large apartment building and had brought her rail-rifle, knife, doomsiren, combat shotgun and powersword with her along with the family ring that she always wore on her right index finger.

Aha. There. An objector soldier. He was walking down the road carrying an M4A1 carbine. Sighting the magnetic sniper rifle on her target the fired one shot that painted the sidewalk red. The gun had not made any noise aside from the subsonic ‘thump’ the magazine still had twenty-nine deuterium spikes left, she had several more targets…

"We have the target In our sights Commander, approaching with caution."

The Large Alien warriors approached the assassin decloaking and readying their weapons if she wanted a fight, they took aim while the Commander moved forward and activated his blade.

"Our master wishes to speak with you, do you accept?"

Spinning around the eversor reacted to the xenos sneaking up on her with astonishing speed. Drawing her powersword she raised it and remarked. "maybe." (note she is behind her helmet at the moment.)

(note that Jade has shielding as well. a refractor/reductor field)

The others discard their ranged weaponry in favour of glowing green blades that make a humming noise when activated, they move into a defensive stance around their commander while he moves forward.

"I suggest you remove you're blade before you attempt to negotiate, where is you're leader? Hiding in his make believe castle or just playing bats with his pathetic excuses for soldiers."

With some difficulty Jade responded. “he’s right behind you.”
With that two of the xenos were kicked to the ground while the night lord reached over and batted the sword out of the alien’s hand. “If you wanted to discuss something with me you could have contacted me.” Said the raptor levely while jade injected the unconscious guards with a sleeping drug, and asmodius picked the xeno up. "all I need to do is squeeze." he threatened

(the Idia was to have him lying in wait for the objectors when they arrived to take outjade but it works with arrogant Xenos too)

The Commander snarled and grunted as he grabbed his blade and moved back slightly and kept his distance from the Night Lord.

"My master has contacted you, he wishes you to return to Mesa and ready your forces for intimidate combat. I will accompany to Mesa and when my guards awaken I'll be dea.."

"Commander? Do you cop?"

The Alien snarled and tapped his Communication device attached to his helm

"Yes cat?"

"Move Syrath demands it."

Asmodius looked at the xeno doubtfully for a moment before snatching the sword away, snapping the handle in half and aiming his bolter at the alien. “you lead, scum.”
Jade followed scanning for telltale thermal signs that would indicate inactive and active camoflauge until they reached the mesa. When they entered the entrance asmodius slammed his fist into the back of the aliens head, putting him an a coma. The firs two guards were also brutalized and a pair were nailed to the wall with rail-rifle rounds through their legs. Asmodius simply pulled apart the doors to syrath’s office and strode in while Jade used her ACQC skills to render the guard unconiouse. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS TREACHERY?” roared the raptor.

"None my good fellow however you're rash moves may cost you dearly, remove the Assassin and return her when needed."

A cloaked Guard grabs the assassin by the neck and impales her with his blade before throwing her limp body to the ground while the other guards de-cloak, Syrath stands and draws his Bail-song knives and flicks them into position.

"Do not tempt me Night Lord, I understand you're mind thinks only in one way but I am ready to kill you"

(you know that you arn't allowed to kill NPCs. your post is meaningless)

(Knocked out then)