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The Aliens dumped the unconscious Mark near a small lake, Alpha had ordered that he be 'removed' from the situation.

hold it!

I thought we were letting WARORK handle what happened after Mark was ambushed.

No, I never agreed to that. You can do what you want now, but the Xenomorphs won't be as nice this time.

Retreat

Now

Draw them

To us

Leave the

Strays

We have what

We need

I command it

Alpha and his Xenomorphs began to retreat, fleeing the area leaving Runners to ambush intruders. They quickly enter several sewer pipes and return to the hive...

noone has a comment about my character? :(

we ae too busy arguing

Although, I first thought he worshipped khorne and it was going to be PL all over again.

nope

I'm trying to stop it and draw people to the hive to 'talk' with Alpha.

OOC: Aight people...cool your jets...I got this...

IC: Kanak hopped down from the trees around the barn and was immediately set upon by xenos on all sides. They came for him with claws and sinuous tails and he growled as he braced himself, his blades extended already. He whirled on his heels with his arms outstretched and flexed...claws and hands were lopped off. More strikes came in, the xenos attacking like the animals they were. Kanak's body moved out of the way of the attacks with an ease that betrayed his trained and experienced nature. Wherever there was a strike, Kanak moved around it and drove his blades into the midsections or necks of the xenos. Many fell at his feet, one at a time, dripping pools of green burning blood on the ground and over his arms and wrists...

Kanak loved the action after so long without encountering the xenos, and on earth of all places! With another swipe he thrust his blade and sliced one of the alien's tails off at the joint, it screamed and wheeled on him with its claws. His shoulder cannon whined as it built up and then fire a beam that blasted the xenos head apart like it was a melon. Half a dozen mixed warriors and drones lay at Kanak's feet and he hadn't broken a sweat. His arms burned as the green blood of the xenos sloughed off of them. Kanak circled himself and saw that the rest of the xenos were backing away and hissing at the same time. Kanak briefly wondered why this was until he saw the command organism in the back of the groups at the other end of the roaring at farmstead. It roared at its minions, commanding them to retreat...but why? Together they could probably run Kanak out of the area...so why didn't they press the advantage?

He was suddenly snapped out of his curiosity by the sound of a firearm's report. He swirled around, aiming his caster to see a bewildered human firing blindly and stupidly into a mass of xenos that came for him, the shots spewed ineffectually and the human ran for his life covered in mud and water. Kanak's head snapped this way and that making sure he was in no immediate danger and when he had surmised the coast was clear and that there were no other humans with at least a mile in all directions he sprinted for the thick cornfield where the human ran and was followed by a large warrior organism and its minions. As Kanak ran he ignited his cloaking device and began to disappear rather quickly right as his body entered the corn field. He slowed his pace down considerably and stalked through the stalks, swaying with the movement of the corn so as not to be detected. The sounds of struggle alerted him to the man's whereabouts and Kanak skulked along until he found a small clearing where the man lay prostrate and unconscious and the warrior organism stood over him with a dripping maw and inner jaw. It lifted a squirming face hugger towards the man and Kanak debated whether he would watch the scene or not. If he allowed the xenos to use the man as a host, he would not have to worry about the man's discovery getting out to other people. He decided to watch...

His decision was short lived, however, as he sensed a xenos face hugger creeping up behind him. The small being leapt with unerring speed and accuracy. Kanak had no choice, he was forced to whip out his wrist blades and cut the little thing apart midair with a skillful hand. The other crowded xenos were immediately alerted and hissed at him as his cloaking became undone. Kanak prepared himself for an assault but was instead greeted by the scene of all of the xenos disappearing back into the corn and running away from him. One warrior, however, grabbed the human and drug him towards a ditch, Kanak, angered by his lack of claimed trophies for this battle growled a challenge and leapt at the warrior. Its sly body attempted to slip into a roadway drain into the cramped sewer system of the country but Kanak was faster. He whipped out his Chakram disc and threw it with the grace of and Olympic discuss tosser, the blade spun and whirred until it met the back of the warriors neck and decapitated it and a spray of dull green blood. The body toppled over and the head went in another direction. The human was dropped unceremoniously...

Kanak caught the returning disc and stowed it, he then went to the xenos body and examined his trophy, he nodded and clicked his mandibles in contentment as he looked at it. It would be a fine addition. Kanak stowed the trophy and then went to the man's body but was stopped by a sudden loud buzzing in his head. He grabbed his domed skull and screeched in surprise and pain as it filtered violently through his skull. Soon it was over and Kanak shook his head of the staticky noise. He briefly wondered what in the name of the hunt it had been but he could have sworn he had heard a voice in his mind...

He looked to the retreating xenos and the large commander one, a praetorian of which Kanak had many skulls like it. It seemed to look right at him and it growled at him. Kanak could hear the thing's growl even though it was very far away, he then realized that the commander organism had spoken to him in his mind, telling him to come...with him? Kanak tilted his head, he was extremely confused, he had never encountered a xenos with the ability to speak into other creature's minds. The thought was astounding even for one so experienced as him...

The xenos disappeared, dragging all of their dead with them except for the one Kanak had decapitated. He kicked the warrior's body down into the sewer drain and then looked to the human...He briefly considered killing it but he could not bring himself to...it was helpless and wasn't even awake...finally he decided to drag the man into the street. Some other human would come and find him or run him over either one worked...

Kanak reignited his cloaking, quickly went back to the barn and threw the tarp off of his ship, it sat there majestic and angular. It was a custom ship, one that he got after he had become an elite. It was big enough to accommodate one Yautja comfortably on long treks and it was nimble and maneuverable enough to qualify as a fighter that could easily go toe to toe with anything that the humans had or even ships of his own species even...He opened the doors and jumped into the pilots seat, his fingers dancing over the panels and igniting the ship's thrusters. He then moved to the basement, moving as if he was under fire and loaded his equipment, weapons, and most importantly his trophies into the cargo compartment of the ship...

With one last look at his dwelling he took something from his belt and pressed the ignition run on it, he tossed it on the barn's floor as it began to whine and beep. With nothing else tying him to this place he hopped into his ship, activated its cloaking device that shielded it from both sight and all forms of radar and military detection, he throttled the ship into lift and powered it out of the barn, it just did make it past the huge doorways without breaking anything but that wouldn't matter for long...He turned his ship towards the city below him as behind him the barn and the farmstead went up in a large explosion that sent a mushroom cloud into the sky...

Kanak thought about the xenos message, where did it want him to go? Its hive? Why? To kill him? They could have just done that at the farm...Kanak had a feeling if the thing had the ability to speak to other beings then it must have been intelligent, much more so than its counterparts...in fact, in order to communicate in speech it had to have been more than just animalistically intelligent, it had to have been sentient...self aware...

Kanak thought about for a moment and a shiver ran down his spine, this was unheard of, a sentient xenomorph? His peers back in their motherships...the fools would have scoffed at such a notion but Kanak had seen it...heard it in his own mind, there was no other way...Kanak laughed to himself...glad once again of the road that had taken him to a self imposed exile on this planet...the life of a criminal was so much more exciting than the boorish existence as a petty clan lord...

Now to find a new dwelling...Kanak was thinking of places he could go in the actual city that would avoid detection...he grunted to himself as he thought of a place and altered course for it in the clouds above...what better way to hide than right under your prey's nose?

OOC: Bam! Everybody wins! Ineptus isn't hurt, is still in the same area, Blood's NPCs are whole and besides a few drones and warriors dying and the destruction of an abandoned farm, its like nothing happened...

Your welcome...

Ludias looked over the rail of the staircase, Jonathan had been his last task tht night and he was feeling slightly let down. The deaths, he felt, were unnesecary, the blood yes, the deaths... sometimes they were a little, stale. The fun was gone, everythign was far to sterile... He needed to have some fun. With that thought he descended the stairs slowly buttoning the front of his blazer leaving the handle to his 9 milimeter quite accessable, he had spoken truly when he had siad no one in the place appreciated Jonathan's presence, that did not mena that Storm was any more welcome. He may have at least half the district invloved in his cult but that diddnt matter at times, because the other half deeply resented his presence. Not that Ludias was dissapointed with this outlook, it simply gave his cult more victims. the police had long since stopped sending officers into his territory, inevitably the corpses turned up ensanguinated, the local cops refered to him as the devils vampire. A refence to his cult's Satanical roots and the bloodlessness of the corpses that turn up after his curiously sterile kills.

His black shoes tapped on the pavement of the street as he thought about that, he was the only member of his cult permitted to actually kill anouther human, Ludias was not stupid, he knew that letting his congregation shed blood would do more harm than good, additionally this central power focus had the benifit of centering the polices attention on him and him alone, no need for them to realise just how deep the rabbit warren goes...

His slicked back hair and indefferent manner along with his white glove were rather standout features in the district. Which was mostly populated by middle class businessmen and workers who leaned towards desk jobs. These people took cars and public transport to places and he was often the only person walking in a suit. This of course drew attention, but attention was something that Ludias never tired of. His eyes often caressed the necks of teenagers, wondering how thickly thier blood would pump as thier bodies silently accepted thier doom. He preferred not to kill women if he could avoid it. Women made a man feel bad about his work. For some reason the hypnotic affects of his coin did not extend to women and he was often forced to restraining them to take thier lifeblood.

He frowned distastefully at the thought. He did not take plasure in women. He did not see the need. Ludias was not homosexual, but he was not particularly interested in the fairer sex either. They had simply never appealed to him. His congregation often wondered why he never responded to the advances of the single (and sometimes married) women in his congregation. To him he simply felt no need to share his life with anyone other than himself. He had no friends, indeed he never felt the need for any. He was a singularly focused man. And that focus was the training of the men and women of his congregation to the killing of the scions of unorder.

He was wandering now down the main strip of the district, not a particularly impressive place and it was approaching the edge of town anyway, beyond his vision were only corn and hay fields. His mind slicked over the thought of those scions, lithe and agile with lethal claws and viscously barbed tails. He had seen thier tongues as well, only something from chaos could have something that deformed. Then he thought of the Left hand... his powrful attacks and equally agile movements, but sheer brutality, could only come from the deepest pits of hell itself.The thought of such a creature put him on edge and he had to blink a couple of times at what he was seeing, not entirely sure if what his mind had conjoured was correct. His hand slipepd into his blazer and gripped the handle of his gun, the skull shaped base of the magazine firm against the side of his hand.

Ludias watched in wonder as the very image of his cult attacked and struck down many of the scions of disorder and he srank into the shadows, releasing his weapon. His research had shown that unarmed these warriors would not attack humans and he wanted to keep it that way. His mind took in every morbid detail of the attatck, he could easily see the sihoette of the cloacked warrior as it sprinted through the tall grass. The scions were retreating and were in full flight as he watched, all bar one larger scion who seemed to be communicating with the Laevus levus diabolus. Ludias wondered briefly what such beings could have to communicate with each other but he disregarded the thought as the scion fled, he watched as the Laevus levus diabolus dragged a body onto the road. A few minutes later when the warrior had left, Ludias went to investigate... Excellent, the unconcious body would make either a good member of his congregation or a fantastic addition to the sanguine stocks beneath the building Ludias lived in.

Half an hour later Ludias was sitting across from the body, he thought of it as a body until it awoke, it kept things simple. Ludias began to wait. His coin already tapping over in his fingers.

(I would like to point out that at this point in time I have no interest in Killing your character Ineptus, but I would strongly reccommend you remembering the hypnotic effect of the coin if you want to get out of our encounter unscathed and unindoctrinated into the cult...)

(not much, but this is what I would do.)



Mark picked himself up, the last thing he remembered was being knocked senseless.
He looked in the direction of the farmhouse, the whole thing looked as though it had been bombed, the farm was burning and the ground was alight. Mark felt the case clank on the pavement.
There was a rhythmic taping, Mark disregarded it.
Opening the locks, Mark peered inside.
Holy.
Inside was a pair of tongs, a Sig p226 and a large lead box.
The box was hot.
Mark pocketed the Sig and it’s reloads and turned to the source of the tapping.
Some creep was standing in the road, flipping a coin,
Mark was in no mood to do anything but run for the hills, but that coin…
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Mark tore his gaze away form the coin, the man who was flipping it had a blank expression, but looked like one of those people classed as ‘upstanding citizen’
Mark immediately disliked the man, Mark’s dad was an ‘upstanding citizen’ and had other people kill other people every month.
Something about him seemed…wrong.
The nambu was lying somewhere in the field. Unattended. But Mark had a gun, if this guy was some sort of psychopath, Mark could defend himself. Mark heard a noise, a vehicle. The man did not move, he just sat there and flipped his coin.
Mark Stood up, grabbed the case and ran down the road. A group of police cars were headed the other way, the man had his back to them, Mark could not care less though, he just wanted to get away.

The coin was slowing marks movements to a crawl, and when Ludias spoke in his monotone Mark could feel his treacherous feet slowing
"Come back my good man, I simply wish to have a talk. And the rest of you can leave."
The policemen begin to shamble off looking slightly stunned. The slamming of car doors and squeal of rubber on tarceal heralded their departure. Mark looked absolutely murderous by the time he had come level with Ludias and began to raise a gun, fighting the hypnotizing effects of the coin. Ludias shook one gloved finger slowly and tsk'ed as he murmured to the man.
"No, no, no, that wont do at all."
tap, tap, tap
He watched as the man lowered the handgun. Ludias gestured ahead of himself
"Walk with me?"
tap, tap, tap
The murmured question felt more like a command to Mark, it was a strange feeling, he felt a surge of anger not only to the man walking beside him but also to his treacherous limbs. He couldnt understand why he was walking next to the man when he would rather run only that even though he hated the idea, his body refused to stop the action. He concentrated on what the man was saying, maybe it would keep him alive.
"I want to know what you felt... what emotions were rushing through your viens as you saw that magnificent creature deal with your attackers. Tell me."
tap, tap, tap
Mark tried to resist he really did, he clamped his jaw shut and refused to answer. The man beside him raised that gloved finger again and ran it along Marks jaw, there was no softness in the gesture and if Mark still had control of his neck it would have been pushed to the side. As it was he could barely resist the pressure.
"Tell me" The soft vice was unchanged but the insistance behind the command was clear.

(I mentioned that the police dont come through this district anymore for a reason by the way... Dont try to throw them at me again, it wont do much good, Ludias will be more of an Observer in this than anything else. Just the sinister dude on the side who almost always only observes.)

Tyranic Marta wrote:(I mentioned that the police dont come through this district anymore for a reason by the way... Dont try to throw them at me again, it wont do much good, Ludias will be more of an Observer in this than anything else. Just the sinister dude on the side who almost always only observes.)

OOC: They'd probably investigate the explosion first anyway, but I'm not sure how they got there so fast...country sheriffs maybe? Anyway it matters not...I was assuming the two had moved at least a decent distance away from the site but again w/e...

Your right they probably would, but they wouldnt go through his district, they would go round. Not after they had lost officers to someone they hadnt even ID'ed.

(to the discussion thread!!)

(sorry about this, but that character was giving me the creeps, I needed out of there. nothing personal)


Mark was really mad now, he could have said a lot of things, like
“feth you.” Or “Ask yo momma.” or “what’s it to YOU?” or just have stayed quite. He really wanted to say “No.” and see the reaction on the man’s face. Instead, he said
“He looked like a fething Uruk-Hai, okay?”
The man was evidently taken a bit unawares y this, Mark calculated his chances of running, he wished they were in the city, that had places to hide-wait, the cops, they were getting into their cars.
Mark took advantage of the slipped hold on him that the coin had and lashed out with at knee at a point just below the stomach and above the thigh.
The man was still made of flesh and blood and hit the pavement puking (that is what happens when one is kicked in the balls, see?) Mark then made the decision that would have made his father proud. He ran up to a cop car, the officer inside stared blankly at him.
“Sorry about this.” ‘He said, and shot the man in the head. The body was flung out of the car as Mark jumped in and hit the gas, he tore off to the city as fast as he could. The only thoughts in his head were.
Run.
He didn’t plan on stopping.

An explosion would be investigated by the Police if they were alearted to it and it could be passed of as some moron with fireworks, also don't Predators have certain deceives other than bombs to remove their evidence of existing.

(Reaper, disscussion thread, go, and no problem ineptus, if he's creeping you out then he's doing his job, also nothing personal, but these kinds of RP's need someone like him.)

Ludias managed to get control of himself, it had been along time since someone had done that to him. It felt good to be reminded of his humanity. Next time he would keep a safer distance... sorry about the shortness will continue this in the morning, need sleep.

he was in a hurry.

it was something like nape, that is a big thing.

They come

They are

Drawn

Do not

Intercept

Danger to

The hive

Others are

Acceptable

Defend

Hive

At all costs

Wait, Ineptus, did you just walk up to a random police officer, shoot him in the head and steal his car?
...Ludias isn't the only psychopath in this thread.

TrollPie wrote:Wait, Ineptus, did you just walk up to a random police officer, shoot him in the head and steal his car?
...Ludias isn't the only psychopath in this thread.

OOC: Seriosuly, what the feth is this GTA?

@ Reaper...was the only thing I could think that could effectively erase Kanak's presence in such a big area...I'm not aware of any other more discreet devices that could be used...

This is the "LCK effect" I was talking about.


Mark will do anything to survive, see?

WARORK, GTA?

Grand Theft Auto, and WARORK are you going to follow Alpha pretty please?

Whoah, whoah whoa!!!!

Guys, I would just like to say now that in a situation where a battle will take place, there will be an event, especially if there are 3 PC's in it for crying out loud...

... okay, how to sort this out...

... give me some time to read ALL of the posts...

Sam reached the police station and saw it was very busy bodies were coming in and out police rushing to there cars because a supposed explosion.
"Have you got any clue on what's going on?" Asked Brian
"We thinks it's a strange voodoo gang or something when you see the bodies some the chest is carved open others huge holes in them would you be able to help us?" Said the policewomen smiling at Brian.
"Yer we will." Replied Brian Sam turned his head and looked at Brian. They opened the car doors and got out they walked it the the station it was a mess and very loud full of people crying and children saying they have see black monsters with big heads. Sam turned to Brian and whispered "You've pulled mate." Brian just turned to him and glared at Sam. They walked into the locker room and grabbed their body armour and put it on they were given some car keys and told to check a old sewer station.

I know, I was not very happy with the committed crime, but it was the only way to leave the scene.

Intruders

They approach

Kill and harvest them

They are

Prey

Hosts

Do so

Now

Runner Xenomorphs begin to prepare ambushes, traps and wait patiently for the prey.

Guys, please acknowledge that in another situation like that there will always be an event...

... damn, I got a lot of write-ups to do...