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Character:Adric.
Location: The camp.
Situation: Repairing a predator.

Adric was working on repairing one of the last predators. Its machine spirit was hurt and he would need to anoint it with sacred oils, he walked of towards his tent and took out his repair kit. He took out the oils of repair and the oils of soothing along with that he also got a welder.
He walked off towards leonidas he had to finish something first.
Adric arrived at the tent he saw 2 of leonidas's guards standing at the entrance but they let Adric through. He saw leonidas standing inside he walked up to him and said. ''Do you have any subjects to spare? I am in dire need for some experimentation otherwise i won't be able to finish a new project''

The room was a charnel house. Gore soaked the room and various organs and body parts were carefuly pinned to walls or hooked up with pulsing pipes to glowing machinery. The area for the captives was large, but even with its size it could barely accomidate the amount of cowering wretches cramped within. Two more Nocturnus guards stood near them, carefuly looking out for anyone foolish enough to try and run or resist.

The blood-covered Leonidus turns to Brother Adric, one of the few permited to enter, and putting down a bloodied scalpel, removes is helmet to adress him.

"Ah greetings brother Adric, of cource I have some to spare, most are here as backups in case of failure with the subjects. I can spare you...a dozen. Will that be sufficient for that project of yours?"

Einer saw the Champion sprint towards them, his matched blades cutting ape- things in half. Up till now the flamer had. incinerated most of them and the great boar lay. Dead. Einer was horrified as the monkey corpses began to pupate, and within minutes 3 more boars, each from a single cocoon.

Harper finally managed to get the Drop Pod to work. He was swearing and kicking at it furiously until he hit it once and hit the power switch. Its systems roared to life and he jumped in quickly. He locked onto the signature of Brother Lucius and deployed his squad. They crashed to the ground seconds later and hopped out. Harper held his chainsword in both hands and stared in horror at the creatures around him.
"Luc, tactical report. What the hell was that thing?" Harper said quietly, ready to fend off an attack at a moments notice in case another one popped up.

Adric strapped the 12 prisoners to a couple of tables. The last remaining land raider in ramshackles behind his tent, the machine spirit was hooked to a machine and Adric began speaking. ''Welcome men each of you will be tested. The ones that survive will get the ultimate honor the ones that don't well lets just say you will aid in the repair.'' Adric activated the machine and the souls of the 12 prisoners where tested, the machine spirit devoured the first one and his body exploded in a gory red mush. The machine spirit was devouring his soul and his power grew. He knew that he was corrupting the spirit and this way he would develop an AI i was breaking every single rule the mechanicum laid out.

Another 2 bursted open but one! He stood up. He was enlightened, Adric smiled and after taking hold of him said. ''Good you have been chosen you will be the first incarnated machine spirit you will be the one that will pioneers the machine!'' Adric strapped him to a slightly more comfortable table and turned to the remainders they where bursting apart every 20 second or so. He could see all of them where impure he turned to the one that survived and began installing some vital components in his body including the oh so important mind lock so he would still be mine and mine alone!

Lucius,
On the floor,
Going into suspended animation.

Lucius clasped at his throat, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. His cybernetics whirred more and more as he began to fall into statis.

The world slowed around him. It began to fade to black.

"Lucius! LUCIUS!"

The Marine hunched over him, watching as the Marine went into a slumber.

Blackness engulfed him. The blood stopped pumping in his body. He lay motionless. His cybernetics slowed, then died. He drifted further and further from reality.

Acharias looked around at the creatures that multiplyed like crazy. An unstoppable wave that would keep coming. It reminded him of Orks, the race he despised for their difficulty to kill. He looked at Einer, but he just stood there.
Acharias yelled at him, " Soldier, we are leaving now!!"
With that Acharias took off down the tunnel, the marines following behind. But they weren't going to make it very far, soon the creatures would catch them. To buy time, Acharias threw a frag grenade down the tunnel, it's blue explosion tearing apart the creatures, their corpses making a small pile. This gave Acharias an idea. He told the marines to all throw their grenades. They obeyed, not wanting to disobey their leader or die. The grenades exploded in a blinding fury, an explosion of concrete and gore. Acharias turned around, the tunnel blocked off as it collapsed. He turned to the men and told them to run, they need to get to the city. With that, they barreled down the tunnel.

Leonidus, Tent, doing 'work'.


Leonidus opened the vox channel to brother Adric yet again, the line opening with a breif static buzz

"Brother Adric, I have need of a favour, a return for those twelve subjects. I am communticating to you through my helm's secure channel, we can't risk our projects being discovered. In return for those subject, and future resources, I require the following; Several pieces of tank plating, a searchlight, vehicular wiring, hostile vehicles acceptable, a heavy bolter, and a squads worth of cybernetic implants. It may seem steep, but if you can secure these items, you guarantee my future support and forces, aswell as numerous more test subjects. Do we have a deal brother?"

Adric received the vox message and said. ''Ofcourse brother i can provide you with the necessary equipment, just send 4 soldiers to carry the stuff. The tank plating comes from an leman russ if you would like to know.''

The men knelt before him. All sixty had carved an Aquilia on their left cheeck and right hand, using the blood to paint the symbol on their guns and armour. He held the head of the dead enemy commander above them. They looked up as one to the shining warrior before them, the sunlight reflecting around him to make it seem like he was cloaked in a halo of white light with massive white wings streaming behind him. His bolter clutched in his fist and an Aquilia painted on his helmets faceplate. His voice rang out "We are the first screaming aquilias!" The men responded, screaming praise and their loyalty. The tall warrior made a gesture and they stood. They snapped him a joint salute then broke off into four distinct squads. "This is squad Alaric! Squad Perus! Squad Aren and squad Siggs!" He yelled the name of the sargeant to each, that was now their callsign. "You!" he shouted at a small man "Tell me, where is the enemy around here?" A short soldier walked forwards. "They have a large command and control station nearby my lord, It is being troublesome" The massive marine nodded his head. "We have a target"

The rubble was not disturbed as the sixty warriors of the emperor and their massive leader led them through the city. The men had fanned out, bayonets fixed to rifles and fingers on triggers. The black of their armour offset by the golden aquilias. "Men, we will strike from four directions, i wil lead the assualt on the main enterance, the rest of you will sit back and lay down covering fire until we have secured the enterance" They were all close enough to hear, but didn't respond save for a few 'yes my lord's amd 'very well's. He smiled at that. They would soon fight in the name of the emperor.

A missile blew the legs from a sprinting soldier, his screams filling the air along with his blood. "Keep moving!" Darius roared, keeping them going. Streams of Las-fire flew from above them, both hostile and friendly. The gate was tall, two large stubber nests firing down on the charging loyalists. Smoke blew from them as firey las burned against them. The massive shells from Darius's bolter blew sections of it apart. They where soon at the gates. Large explosive charges where attached to the gate and krak grenades were thrown into the gun nests. They blew out along with their gunners. A large stubber landed near Darius, it's gunners hands still stuck to the grip. He smiled beneath his helmet and watched the large doors blow inwards.

Men screamed as the paragon of death and his black armoured servants burst through their defence. The warriors yelled praise to their emperor as the enemy died in front of them, guns firing and killing. Blood flowed over the walled courtyard of plascrete. The enemy where in the center, hiding behind crates, awaiting their deaths. Forty five warriors of the emperor and their Astartes guardian lobbed frags till they were all dead.

"Status report!" Darius yelled, the soldier that had designated himself as personal aid ran over. "The last of them are locked withing the tower" He gestured to the tall skyscraper. "We will take it for our own and use it to direct the actions of all loyalists in the city" Darius's voice was full of confidence. Then he charged at the heavy doors. His massive bulk sent him flying through into a house of firey lasers. An autolaser in the corner opened up, burning beams tearing at the Ceramite of his armour. A krak grenade soon took care of it. He weilded his bolter with one hand and his pistol with another. The foyer was soon clear. The men poured in behind him.

They barged through the doors, guns fizzling and taking care of the two guards. Darius walked between the two sargeants and strode to the techpreist cowering behind the desk. She was mosly human still, only her limbs where bionic. The massive Nightlord picked her up by the throat. His fist clasped around her right wrist and pulled. Her dismembered corpse flew from the window a moment later. "SECURE THE AREA!" He yelled, watchin his troops bustle. Soon the building was again secure. He picked up a vox set. His eyes scanned the streets around his new fortress and spotted somthing pertubing. A large column of infantry with light vehicles. He smiled and looked at the vox, keying it to the imperial frequency. "Midnights glory, i require an orbital strike. Marking target" He took a large targeter from his belt and pointed it at the head of the approaching enemy. Soon they burned and soon he laughed. He would direct more strikes from up here as the battle went on.

Daily exposure to the horrors of the Night Lords battle-tactics has taken its toll on the psyche and moral of the defenders. Even those who were once relcutant soldiers, forced to fight, begin to hate their foe. An implacable enemy has formed against them, to secure victory they turn to the only aid they can - the old gods.Trapped in endless war and fear, many renegades have began to worship Kharneth, a god born before the of the rise of the Imperium. Kharneth demands only blood and death in his name, whose death does not concern him, and so the never ending cycle of continues.

Clad in a combination of crudely forged plates and scavenged armour, adorned with parchments of devotion, swearing oaths of devotion to their god, the psychopathic warriors marched en masse to the enemy held trenches. Armed with a huge array of weapons ranging from rusted pipes to plasma guns they march disorganized through the hazy, fog shrouded morning. Fear and sanity a distant memory. Servitors and servo skulls buzzed through the ranks, injecting potent drugs and combat stimulants into each of the hundreds gathered.

A mighty Malcador rumbled behind them, a venerable tank design, named after the Glorious Malcador the Sigillite. It's plates covered in crude graffiiti and painted in blood along its side were the words "Touch of Death".

A talon like hand emerged from its hatch, followed by the massive figure of Johann the Butcher. His blood pumping with stimulants, he was more an ogryn than man Adorned with Imperial medals, and dressed in sophsticated carapace armour, the former corpral smiled a toothy grin. Murder and conflict has always been a passion of Johann, now that the Night Lords have faltered in their attack, they would slaughter any who remained, for Kharneth, for the skull god. They would be upon the foe before they even fired.


Krieg and his brothers stood watch on the front line. "Contact" voxed Kreath, who had requsitioned an autocannon. They had left their bikes on board Nights terror, they would do no good in the crater marked blood and mud that was the battlefield. Even with their supernatural eyesight, they could barely see through the thick fog. First one, than 4, than hundreds of figures appeared, barely 50 metres in front of them, sprinting straight into the heavy fire layed down by the few astratus defending the forward base. 16 Marines in total, the rest were taken by their leaders, seeking to forward their own agenda.

Adric
Camp
Helping krieg

Adric smiled he was almost done all he needed was to install some black carapace on him so he can have full contact with the land raider.
He began walking towards leonidas's tent when he suddenly heard an explosion.
He saw a couple of astartes fighting a stunning amount of renegades. Adric took a more venerable piece of equipment with him the conversion beamer mark II, he rushed towards the battlefield seeing brother krieg with a couple of marines in cover fighting some renegades. He took a position on a hill and concentrated fire on the malcador a green and blue beam sprung out and a hole was made straight throw the it. It ended with a fiery explosion their commander jumped out of the ruins and in a berzerker rage ran towards the closest enemy.

Leonidus, camp (tent), 'project'

Leonidus heard the nearby explosion, but he could not let it unsteady his nerves. The last of his men were entering now, carrying with them the parts given by Brother Adric. The secondary project was going well now, he had the needed machinery, and from there on the rest was easy. The remains of ten subjects were tied down to tables now, each taken apart carefuly, their lifeblood soaking into the ground. Ah here it was. The last member of his elite came in now, dragging in behind him a dead astartes, the least damaged body they could find. Kneeling over the fallen marine, he extends his Narthecium and places it into the power armour's small extraction port, the Progenoid would be extracted momentarily.

Walking back over to the subject holding area, the blood covered apothecary carefuly chooses one cowering rebel to be dragged out. One of his elite strap the man down to the central table. Standing over the horified man, Leonidus selects an injector from a small box at the foot of the table, the thing full of a strange, sickly green fluid. Slowly and with great precicion, he stabs it into the subject's jugular.

He looked up in the sky wishing he could grieve for every lost man he killed that day. He continued running, seeing a building that he could station his squad in. He had lost communication with all the squads in the area. Taric continued to wonder while he was sprinting towards the dull building suprisingly intact. He wished he could find another squad. What if he is the only squad left in the city? What then? He must be patient and wait in the building and wait for any squad to walk past and ask what happened to the rest of his battle brothers.

The Captain strode toward the body of Lucius, He detached the light power armour he wore
"Take his armour and weapon back for me"..
He picked up the unarmoured body and jetted far into the air, jetting all the way back to camp. As he approached Leonidas's tent, many sad and angry faces looked at him from among his brothers. He stepped into the tent and said
"Leonidas, this patient takes priority."

Leonidus turns quickly from the table, now splattered in the blood of the restrained man, almost panicdly.

"...Captain...I was not expecting you back so soon."

The room stank of death. Gore covered most of the walls and had seeped into the floor, dismembered rebels lay still on steel tables, pulsing pipes connecting them to glowing machinery. Stepping backwards and dropping a barbed surgical tool onto the table, Leonidus again speaks.

"Captain, I can explain all of this."

At that moment Leonidus knew that he had crossed the line. Marines, especialy of high rank, were aloud much leeway and free reign, but this was bad.

Adric
Camp
Requesting augs for his test subject

After taking care of the biggest thread Adric walked off towards leonidas's tent with the bodies from 2 berserker's in my hand.He entered the tent and said. ''Hello brother leonidas i need you to install some augmentations on the subject.'' He dropped the bodies on the floor and after looking up he saw the captain stand in front of him. He turned to the captain and said. ''Captain i can explain this, this is all for the greater good.''
Adric stared at the captain. He realized that he had overstepped all his bounds and he would get punished severely for this.

Taric
Building

Sergent taric turned on his vox to the old vox speakers through out the city fustrated from the lack of responses He shouted "WHAT IS THE SITUATION! WHY AM I UNINFORMED ON WHAT IS GOING ON! IF ANYONE WANTS ME TO TALK TO ME I'M IN THE INTACT BUILDING NEAR THE VEHICLE WRECKAGE." A moment later he heard a slender voice talk "Looks like they don't care about you." It stood about 5 metres away from him. What the... what is that... That purple body... two exposed breasts... that long hair... a crab claw is this a new species of xenos?
Taric yelled "WHAT THE feth ARE YOU"?
The Daemon said "Your dreams and desires"
Taric said "Is this your best attempt at seducing me, it won't work."
The Daemonette snarled but refrained itself. She smiled. She tried harder in a more seductive tone "They aren't replying. Are they?"

Taric looked at his Battle Brothers and they opened fire. The Daemonette looked shocked, it snarled and tried to lung at him it's claws but the Stormbolters quickly desposed of it. Taric looked utterly shocked. It disappeared, did he kill a Xenos or is he going mad.

The fog was dense as the Bearers of Immolation devastator squad made their way towards the barely visable command HQ. They had lost all sight of it when the early morning fog had crept up on them, as if the enemy ahd some foul hand manipulating the weather itself against them. The clash of battle could be heard up ahead as bullets whizzed and snapped past at them through the mist. Steel on steel, crunching of bone and armour was amplified a thousand times around the swamp valley.
A splashing sound came from nowhere. Someone was running towards them, but from where?
Sergeant Rorick engaged his heat sensor on his targeting backpack. He brought around the scope connected by a long metal arm. His helmet's bionic eye connected with the scope, making a click attaching the locking mechanism. His display flickered on revealing the area in a deep orange glow.
Then he saw them.
Hundreds of them. Steam rose from their blood covered bodies, engines on chainsaws glowed hot, overheated lasguns and bolters gleaming together. It was wall of orange forms running directly for them. They were only a few hundred metres away, stomping through the sludge trying to find more blood to spill.
"Halt..." he said quietly through the vox. "Back up squad..."
They silently stepped backwards, always keeping an eye on the blind horde. Three marines against so many was not a match he was prepared to chance. If they could fall back and find the rear of the HQ they would link up with them rather then fight seperately and be cut off.
Slowly they kept creeping away, stepping over barbed wire and other noisy debri. Suddenly a woman's scream was let out from behind them.
Trogar spun round ready to unleash a firestorm. Luckily Rorick slapped the heavy bolter away and a shot rang up into the air.
"Hold fire!"
A woman cowered on the ground clutching a child to her chest. She was not the only one. A whole crowd of refugees, somewhere between twenty or thirty, had somehow come the wrong way finding themselves lost in the mud fields carrying what little possesions they had.
A bloodcurttling screech was let out by the horde. Sergeant Kovar literally scrunched his eyes shut in frustration.
"RUN!" he bellowed at the crowd, but they were struck still with fear at the sight of the towering man. Too late.
He spun round, cocking the heavy botler's handle.
"COVERING FIRE!"
All three let loose on the trigger, not worrying about ammo consumption or target range indentification. The water logged flats reflected the intense muzzle flash of their heavy weapons as they revolved their aim left and right hoping to spread as much bolter fire as possible. The whole front rank of the horde disappeared under a torrent, limbs and brains, guts and bone fragment exploded.
"Bring unrelenting suffering upon these heretics!" he yelled over the roar, "Not one step will be given!"
They all stepped forward keeping their aim steady.
"Not one shell wasted!" he contined his slow death march.
"For we are precisional death!" the other two replied.
"We shall stand!" The verse was always the same no matter how ugly the situation.
All three chanted together
"For we are the Bearers of Immolation!"
The heretic scum had their own chant. Said in twisted words of hysteria and thirst they charged forward screaming:
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
Kovar knew these men were beyond all forms of fear, beyond any reasonable thought. Still, they would all die the same.
The squad continued marching forward in parade style. No matter what none of them would fall back, even if it meant their death. They had learnt this too well on many occasions following their Sergeant. They would take as many of these foul madmen with them as they could.
Their barrles glowed red to the point of melting, ammo feeders working overtime supplying the hunger of Scream. The red glow of the barrel lit up the eyes of Scream as it searched for it next target. Rorick noticed his ammo capacity count was steadily dropping in conjucnction with the pile of dead which had now reached his feet. A heretic with a giant chainsword was the first to meet him. Rorick slammed the barrel into the painted freak's gut, knocking the wind from him.
He squeezed off the last shell into the runt causing his back to explode outwards with gore. He drew his combat blade and shoulder charged the first wave, running over the filth like a grav-train. His puldron was splashed with blood as it knocked out teeth and busted open faces. Back and forth he hacked with his blade, cutting deep into flesh.
However sheer wieght of numbers was pushed against him. An overcharged lashot was clumsily let off from a nimble teenaged boy who had climbed the marines back.
Rorick double over with pain as the shot burnt deep into his right arm. With his left he snatched the boy slamming him headfirst into a concrete tank trap.
His arm was now exposed and the suffocating blood suckers knew it. They pinned him inbetween their sweating mass, causing him to fall over.
They jumped onto him, pinning down his arm. Their leader of sorts parted the crowd. All fell silent before him. Rorick couldn't see him due to his helmet being pushed into the mud. Seth's head fell beside him, his lifeless eyes staring into his own.
"I do not fear you!" he defiantly pronunced.
The champion lifted his sword high into the air. The crowd cheering in celebration of their kill.
"Show me your fury, traitor scum" he spat a great acid shot onto the mutants foot, disolving his toe. It did not phase the beast at all. No matter what he said now the next thing coming was inevitable.
The greatsword was lifted above it's hooded head. With a great downward swing the marines arm was cleanly cut off through the exposed armour. Rorcik yelled in anguish at the humilation of it all.
The champion grasped his arm displaying it to the bewildered crowd.
"BLOOOOOOD!!!"
Rorick was turned over, his exhausted body sinking into the mud. Blood spewed from his shoulder as he gazed into his attackers eyes. It was definately some mutated monster, it's face stiched beyond recognition and it's skin a deep unholy black. Fire raged deep in it's dark red eyes as it stared back.
"Bring him to throne"
His helmet was ripped of his head with great effort from the bulking warriors surrounding him. A sniviling grunt who happened to be their handler got a look at the marine's features.
'A-a-a beautiful skull" the wimpling stuttered."You will be a-a-a honoura-able tribute to the dark gods!"
With that a second traitor behind him smashed a rifle butt into his face. Obviously having no effect the first time he tried again.
"Weakling!" Rorick yelled at him. He seemed to jump a little, but a few of his friends joined in. He was pummeled mercilessly. Blacking out, all he remebered was being dragged through the mist...

Heastus snapped his vox on. "There is a lot of vehicle wreckage pup, tell me your exact coordiantes and i will attempt to inform you of the situation." He shook his head. It was probably that hot head Taric. The old marine turned back the the soldier that had designated himself aid. "What is it you wanted?" The man laid a large clip board down in front of his commander. "So, the midnight is requesting coordinates for a landing zone" He shook his head. "Tell them to land the stormbirds here, the troops in the city need supplies more than those out of it. A man sprinted up the stairs "MY LORD!" He yelled, coming to a quick stop before the heavy marine "More of our brothers in arms have arrived" The massive warrior stood "You are sure we can trust them?" He asked quickly. The man nodded. "They have begun the carving of their Aquilias." The servant of the emeprors wrath smiled "Good, have them help set up the defence of the lower levels and the courtyard" The man nodded as Darius stepped past him and began jogging up the stairs.

He reached the top floor as the the first of the strombirds landed. The squat craft swarmed with legion serfs unloading it and laying out equipment in crates. One crate, obviously marked for assualt marines was lain out before him "My l-lord...this is not supposed to be here" The old marine tore the crates top off and looked inside. A jump pack and a chainsword. Strange, it wasn't like the serfs to make mistakes. He heard somthing from below. The edge of the roof was high, lascrete siding providing cover. A look down showed him an enemy infantry platoon in his courtyard, shooting at his men. He turned back to the serfs. "I give not a damn"

A moment later he was falling. The chainsword revved in his fist as he fell, the exhilarating feeling that he had not felt for years coursed through him. He activated the jump-pack and flew. He landed among the enemy, tearing out with his blade and clawing them apart. His bolter roared, killing most of a squad. A sargeant charged in and they locked swords. Space marine against man, Nightlord against traitor. The soldier spun away, realising that he couldn't take Darius on with sheer strenght. A smart opponent. Darius swept in, the traitor parrayed eyes burning with fire and battle lust. The warrior behind the helmet smiled. They fought, both smiling, both driven by faith. One in freedom and the other in servituted. The might warrior and the feeble human. Oh how badly matched they where. The blades smashed again, teeth tearing out and falling. Then the nightlord won. His fist arched with the sword clasped in it. The traitors heart and intestines fell to the ground. Darius knelt, not heeding the fact that his men were gathering around him. He closed the sargeants eyes and looked up. The men where in rank. Saluting.

The old warrior stood. "Get the gate fixed" They rushed to obey. He detached the jump pack and, carrying it, took it back inside.

Taric replied via vox running while replying, "I'll meet you at vehicle wreckage, I saw a strange alien it disappeared when I killed it, it tried to seduce me, I have never seen an alien try to do it before. I have never seen such a weird Alien before. Also, can you please tell me the fate of Brother Adric." He knew it was Brother Heastus. Turning off his vox he ran towards the wreckage. He stood their waiting at the Vehicle graveyard.

Harper had flown back to the med-bay with Lucius and the Captain. His squad was standing guard and he could here arguments inside. Then he saw it. A flock of Chimeras were barreling towards the tent, unnoticed.
"Krak Grenades on my mark! 3...2...1........NOW!" Harper shouted and tossed a belt of grenades into the path of the oncoming carriers. 60 Renagades poured out and Harper led his squad into them head on. A lone sergeant slipped by and entered the tent. Using his stealth skills and the arguments of the others he grabbed the lone marine on the table and ran off.

Besides that, the engagement was a slaughter, renagades falling left and right to mighty chainsword sweeps

Acharias burst out threw a whole in the ground, Einer and squad following close behind him. The city was empty, not a single soul. It was like a graveyard, the only thing around were dead bodies.
Acharias spoke into the vox, " Captain, Sergeant Einer and I are in the city, we have exited the tunnel. Are you still in the city?"
With that Acharias took off down the road, Einer and men following. Acharias looked at the men following him, brave souls. He looked around, wondering what to do, leave the city or stay and kill. But it didn't take long to make up his mind.
"Let's go kill. Any traitors you find, end them. We are going to find any Brethren and kill any who oppose. Let's get to work."

Heastus was about to enter his building when the terminator arrived. "How on earth did you get here so fast, pup?" he turned and walked toward him. "Sorry about the mess, had to deal with a couple of renegades" He smiled as he gestured at the mutilated corpses. "And as to your question, no, I have never heard of a beast such as you describe other than a human infested with genestealer venom"

Mid argument, the three marines hears a loud explosion coming from somewhere outside, the sounds of screaming, gunshots and chainswords filling the air, the astartes likely winning. Turning to the Captain, the blood-soaked apothecary speaks.

"Make your choise Captain, kill me or let me live, but make it quickly for there are many enemies aproaching the camp." Leonidus says loudly, raising up his arms.

"Make your choise."

He smiled at Heastus "Ha, I dealt with some, that's why my Terminator armour is covered is gore I had 150 Conscripts and a Dsclipine master which tried to ambush my squad after I destroyed a supply post. *points at the decayinghead* That's what left of him. I also massacred some stormtroopers and some Soldiers in the first trench. I'm going to tell you the story of the events where I saw the Xenos, I was camped out in a building, when suddenly I hear a voice, I see a seductive figure trying to tempt me, it had 1 claw, long purple hair, purple skin and 2 exposed breasts. We shot it down and it disappeared. I'm now wondering whether my squad is going insane or not because their is no carcass there. Anyway, what is the progress in the war?" He look at Heastus with anticipaition waiting for the answer.

''Captain i highly advice that we fight the enemies at hand now. We can't argue now that will only result in more deaths you weren't there when i lost all of my tanks you weren't there when leonidas lost some his favored guards you weren't there. But you are here now to fight with us and we will do that.''

"Leonidas.. please remove whatever that grotesque thing is from your surgical table, and do your job. I will not question your actions, however, please refrain from to much... experimentation."

He turned to the tent flap and strode out, moving towards the flashes of light in the distance. After a few minutes running, he looked and saw the beating of the sergeant of his Heavy Weapons squad, hundreds of corpse were lying on the ground, and few of these enemies remained. He jetted forward into the mass, unsheathing his lightning claws as he did. Sweeping through surprised renegade mass. He turned to see another 20 men, and heard their war cry.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
"Damned Cultists" He thought, as he unloaded his wrist bolts into the mass, and finished the last few off up close.

Lucius remained in animation. A group of Spec Ops took his body and marched towards their HQ.

NOTE: Licius was never picked up by Sahaal as per the players request.
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Lucius lay upon the hard ground, head cradled between two large rocks. The thing had thrown him, a space marine at least twelve feet. The blood poured from his torn throat, the monster crouching, long tounge lapping at the flow of life. A low cackle crept up it's throat along with its disgusting tounge. A las bolt scarred the ground nearby. Its slitted eyes looked up, a discipline officer stood before it. "What did we tell you about prisoners Arfuagulaz" the monster hissed. "Very well masssster" It bowed and moved away. The officer walked over and looked down on the marine. "Bring this one, medic, set up a tube so the fool can breathe" The medic immediatley set to work making sure that his enemy wouldn't die.

They carried him in a large Chimera, men walking in straight lines around it. Soon they came to the palace and took him to a large lift. Licius was almost completely delirous or unaware of this, the artifical asophogus kept him alive along with his natural astartes ability to clot blood quickly. The long white corridors were adorned with strange symbols that his comatose mind shrunk from even while unconcious. Voices drifted into his mind "The subject...Damaged....useful still....lock in cell B....I WANT HIM!...Hut up!" The sound of flesh smashing flesh with extreme force followed, punching. The young warrior was soon placed in a clinical white room, traitor scientists leaving him. Little did they know that the young marine had activated his transponder


NEW OBJECTIVE: SAVE LUCIUS