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*Most of Athan's words go completely over the Orks head as he not-so-subtly tries to listen in*
*lifts up the now finished gun and pulls the trigger experimentally to test it*
*out of the gun a massive cloud of confetti flies out, coating one wall in colorful paper*
*a second trigger pull results in a massive ball of plasma punching a hole clear through the wall and into the surrounding forest*

*Marla looks at him thinking*

Maybe.. Alot of us get forgotten in the galactic scale.
Humans, marines, sisters... Sometimes things get so destroyed we forgotten. We found a ruined covonant on a now dead world, even stone can forget.

And Horus... We trained before we can walk to hate the enemies, the traitor and heratic... Your not undoing all that in one campfire.

*Sighs at the hole...*

Drafts...come on...
I'm gonna go visit that old warehouse... Maybe even build a bedroom...

*treks out into the forrest, little does she know her route is tracked by the mutated traitor guard from afar, seeking a pure sacrafice*

*several camped higher in hills watching room*

*The Ork trails after Marla, as he's pretty bored and wants something to do*

*DeQuest sips her coffee and wonders how her life went so far downhill*

*Athan sighs and nods in agreement

“I suppose that kind of heretical wisdom only comes with age and loss. Either way, I apologize if I’ve distressed you.”

*The old soldier finishes fastening the obsidian shard to a length of steel, forming a spear. The shard glows faintly in the dusk.

*Sister nods on leaving and vanishes into semi darkness quietly hearing the ork following*

Come on then.. I won, t like a brute like your self would stand a good odds vs those wolves... Or anything else..

*with a a little time wiggle*

*Marla just finishing hotwitring a batter to hell truck loaded with supplies at warehouse that looks so battered a ork would think twice about looting it*

Come on ya peice of crap...

*Suddenly... A ambush comes and a bunch of mutated chaos soldiers mount a attack on the truck and ork with various corrupted and foul impirial guard weapins*

*at same time a group try to sneak up on marine and guardsmen with knives to takw out quietly*

*Athan sits quietly at the fire, chuckling softly as hears a soft footfall outside.

“Look alive DeQuest. We’ve got more company.”

*Athan rises and twirls his spear casually

*the Ork lets out a booming laugh as he sees the oncoming chaos soldiers*
DESE GITS JUST MADE DA KLASSIC BLUNDER. ATTACKIN' AN ORK WHO HASN'T FOUND EM' ALREADY!
*he puts the gun in the general direction of the chaos worshippers and pulls the trigger*
*an astonishing variety of projectiles, ranging from candesticks, to bolt rounds, to rubber chickens, to sharp pieces of metal flies out of the barrel and into the oncoming chaos*

*DeQuest's head snaps up*
Feth me, we got trouble?
*she grabs her pistol from its' resting place on the floor next to her and takes cover behind a beat-up looking couch*

*Athan smiles and calls out to anyone listening

“If you don’t want to end up on the wrong end of a las gun, show yourselves now if you’re a friend.”

(“Finally some sentients to measure myself against.”)

*Marla ducks and tries quickly to hotwire engine, as Las fore crackles about firing off a few snapshots with pistol determined to to lose her cargo she found. *

Damned heratics... Just kill yourselves alrwsdy!

*Humans die like humans, but chaos is strong and some strategies crawling back with injuries that should be deadly, limbs hanging off and more*
*one crawls 4 footed like a spider monster, it's head mutated in Jaws and hundreds of beedy eyes*

*Return a mix of Las and auto gun fire, with the odd plasma gunner letting off a badly aimed shot that hits nearmby setting a tree aflame*
*odd grenade detonates scattering area with shrapnel.*


*at room. *

*one shouts out*
Freindly!

212th Arcadian...
*Hides knife blade and most human looking steps out as his more mutated companions try to sneak in and flank as distracted.*

*another readies a primitive flash grenade made out of a managed up glow globe and some power batteries for use in the attck*

Ooc

Sorry had a busy day. I reply now though

*the Ork is having the time of his life, as he now has a worthy foe to fight*
*He just keeps blasting away at the mutants and assorted cultists with his weapon, laughing maniacally and delighting in the mayhem he's causing*
*several las and auto rounds hit him, but his tough constitution lets him shrug most of it off easily enough*
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! COME ON HUMIES! IS DAT DA BEST YOU CAN DO YA GITS?!?!

*DeQuest frowns at the oncoming "Guardsman"*
Arcadian you said? I think I remember serving alongside the 212th a few years back. Perhaps you remember the Athonian 1st regiment? We had a good fight against those stupid worshippers of Chaos, the idiots never saw their deaths at the hands of the Emperor's finest coming.How's Colonel Negen doing?
*she's super suspicious of this guy, so she's trying to buy some time for Athan to ready himself*
*slowly switches her pistol to full power*

*Ork draws the gaze of the officer who sees his trails and escense of violance impact the warp alongside the sisters pure glow. *

*several oygans corrupted by krone are unleashed from cages who charge towards the ork under cover fire from a heavy subbed team hiding in the woods*

*Several try to attack and capture Marla for sacrafice, one falling back from truck door with most of his head splattering the ork into chunky salsa*

Truck should be going in a minute and we can get out a here!

*does not notice the one sneaking from the front as she concentrating on doors with a Vichous spiked club*

...

*cultist tries a convincing lie*

I was a reserve draft, my Sgt did though.

Killed I'm a hive rebellion. We where sent to Lego hive and he stepped on a brick mine. Home made pit of Explosives topped with ruins and scrap metal.

We where asigned to keep the peace there for a few years till PDF was trusted.

Major Thulsa took command, we lost alot of soldiers.

*thr cultists tongue is silver but its hard to hide being a grade A, tripple damned heratic*
*scratches arm, and long coat hiding heretical scarification scars*

Thr others sneaking up reading waiting for the door guy and hold thr bodged flashbacg ready dropping it onto the table quietly*

*The Ork sees the Ogryns running at him and focuses fire at them, but as he's an Ork this is a relative term and in reality bullets and other miscellaneous projectiles are flying everywhere*
*laughs even louder as bits of the cultist splash off him*
COME ON YA GITS! LEMME SHOW YA MORK'S FIST! OR IS IT GORK'S FIST?!?! I FORGET!

*DeQuest nods slowly*
Uh huh.
*notices him scratching his arm*
That's a rather nasty cut you got there buddy. You want that looked at?
*slowly flicks the pistol's safety off, as her BS counter is off the charts at this point*

*Marla almost starts the engines and escapes with ernough supplies to keep room happy for a while until a Chaos thug flanks from side grabbing at her trying to choke her to get her for thr sacraficed and win the bounty*

*Fights back punching his face ever uglier as makes a mugged choking sounc*

*one oygan explodes taking serval guard with in so full of blades he is*

, Several round somehow fly backwards nailing a guardsman flanking him till one stupid one charges him with a short knife and embeds it in the Orks back leg*

*Oygans scream in some arcane language, possessed by unnatural vigour and try to stab every bit of living ork they can see*

...

*Guardsman shakes head*
Minor scarring... Doc patched me up but never healed right. Not sure hr a real doc...

Nothing major. Just a minor wound I picked up taking technik forge level..

We have a camp due north of here.. Larger. Better defended. You should join us. Vunrable here.

Major Thulsa would love to have a marine to support him.

*others places there flash bang ad it ticks down and hide as one kicks his lips and stretches tentacles fingers*

...

Meanwhile the officer of evil watches from afar, his eyes see to well and too far to be of man and is a foul warp powered gift for turning his regiment.

The bright soul of sister his one goal, for her soul is his ticket to deamons hood if he can turn it.

*The Ork roars in pain as he's stabbed*
*whirls around and clubs the cultist in the side of the head with a savage blow, snapping his neck like a twig*
COME ON YA PANZIES! IS DIS THE BEST YOU HAVE TO OFFA? BY GORK'S HEMORRHOIDS YOU LOT ARE PATHETIC!

*DeQuest's BS meter is still off the charts*
A camp huh? Funny. I was ambushed by some mutants who came from the north, would you happen to know anything about that buddy?
*gives the cultist a cold smile*
*glances at Athan to see what he's doing*

*Athan smiles coldly as his eyes take a dark turn

“Well met friend. Thank you for the warning.”

*The legionairre swings his spear quicker than a striking viper, the blade decapitating the cultist without warning.

*Athan speaks to DeQuest

“Drop to cover and brace yourself.”

*Guardsman head is taken cleanly off and still talks at them thanks to the powers and vaguries of chaos.*

Ha... Your headed for your deaths... Thulsa doom is coming...

*cackled manically decapitated because chaos is freaky *
*Flash bag detonated on side and let's off a bright searing light before the battery gives out and glow globe smokes as the mutated ones leap though with knives*

Dooooooom for the doooooooom


*Ork is faced by a possessed bio mechanical monster as he had it too easy, a sentinel, part deamon and flesh, all radiating dread and so*
*it stomps forwad and drill arms slife out its side, a forging arm becomes a spiked auto cannon barking it's fire at the ork and its mouth spits warp flames

*Cultests around start to kneel and all begin to menacing chant doom mm doom.. Doom, slowly*

*it gives off a very feeling of dread and evik*

,*Marla seems it and relised that gak is going down*
*Truck starts and fights off one strangling her by ramming then into a door frame of buildings. *

*uses truck as a giant multi ton melee weapon crushing a cultists under weekls splattering the ork with more heretic salsa. *

*The Ork is kind of obvlious to the aura of doom and gloom, as he's having the time of his life*
*sees the bio mechanical monster and cackles maniacally*
YOU'LL DO NICELY. YOUR HORNS WILL LOOK ZOGGIN' WONDERFUL OVER MY MANTLE!
*he then leaps forward at the beast, swinging his new shoota like a club as he does so*
*takes a nasty hit from the autocannon to the stomach, and he roars in pain but continues his charge*

*DeQuest is blinded by the flashbang and falls to the ground clutching her eyes*
*her ears are ringing like crazy so she's kind out of it*

*The doom. Cultists armed with knives that seem to pitted and discoloured with some strange and neferous chemical. *

*leave the guardewoman seeking thr marine, exploiting there ambush to use there blades*

*Head below voice changes as eyes glow, it's voice that of evil*
Give us the pure soul.... Give us the sister and you may live.

...

*Orks battle is being watched by all*
*Sister seems to glow faintly gold as the doom cult empower there mechanical beast*

*beasts amour is dented but its just more pissed than hurt being a real enemy*
*attemps to thrust with a spinning drill arm that looks covered in remains of last challenger, is spiked ended auto cannon slashing about d firing widly*

*the doom cults worship seem to strengthen its power *
*Sister looks on, outnumbered heavily by doom cult, all eyes forced almost onto the fight*

*on the high ridge, the figure of major Thulsa, the doom cult leader watches seeing the flow of the warp, its possibilities and enrtgy*

*The Ork takes a glancing hit from the drill and roars, more in anger than anything else, as Orks are dead hard*
*He belts the monster in the side of the head with a meaty fist, and then goes to grab a stick of dynamite from his belt*
DIS ENDS NOW YA ZOGGIN' TRASHCAN!
*the noise and chaos of battle seems to fuel the Ork, and a green glow begins surrounding him, and anyone nearby can faintly hear what sounds like booming Orkoid laughter coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time*

*DeQuest's ears are still ringing, so she's still out of it*

*Athan whirls around with his spear, eyes closed in the blinding light. The mark on his left arm burns brightly with psychic energy as the Aetare strikes with prescience and venom

*Several cultists and heretics are felled by the Astartes’ attacks, as close combat is his preferred method of engagement.

*DeQuest finally starts coming back to her senses, and she slowly begins trying to get to her feet*
*she grabs her pistol off the floor and tries to aim it at a cultist and snaps off a rather inaccurate shot*

*The effects of the flash bang begin to fade. Half a dozen cultists are left standing

“Before you die I would at least hear your demands and what you want with us.”

*One cutest steps forward sheathing blade as a mark of negotiations, his eyes glow as his body is possessed.*

We want the pure soul.

For our own reasons.

The sister. Hand her over and you may live... I am Thusa Doom, Major Thusa formally of the 212 Arcadian. Left to due by the impirum. We chose to live.

Hand over the sister. Ans you may live.

Refuse and your going to hell with her.


*the others hold back and deeply mutter *

Doom... Do oooo.m...


,*the monster tries to breath warp fire at ork as it seems deadlocked a second. Its drill volant ly tearing and it emits a high scream. *

*pausing a second as beaten over head though explosion rips into its guts, it holds together steaming blood, ichor and toxic substances, *

*noise makes cultists cover ears as it goes tn to a fenzy*

*Marla covers ears and tries to start engines while distracted painfully by nouse*

*The drill digs into the Ork's shoulder, but in his battle rage he just keeps whaling on the Monster's body, violently punching and tearing at anything within reach*
COME ON YA GIT! IS DAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO! I'VE SEEN GROTS WHO HIT HARDER THAN YOU!
*the green aura around the Ork only seems to grow brighter the longer he fights, and the sound of Orkoid laughter only seems to grow louder as the battle goes on*

*DeQuest has finally recovered from the flashbang, and she glances nervously between Athan and the Cultists*
*normally she would be confident that the Marine would win, but their leader is looking to be possessed, which scares the crap out of her*
*clutches her pistol tightly*

*Machine is losing but spiteful ernough to as much harm as can whilw dying.. *

*sheer orkoid belief begins to overwhelm it as its power cult struggles to match such pure battle rage*

*chunks start flying out as it begins to weaken but remains reloutely attacking with ervtything as it body burns all the warp energy it has in one last spiteful stand*

*starts directly channeling energy from its own Culterets as one dies turning to a starved pile of bones and dried skin to keep fighting even in dying form*

*Marla looks round at sounds sewing no other Orks and slowly rolls out behind the enthralled cultists who seem to be locked staring*

*it's freaky*

...

*poissed guard looks directly at de quest, its tone scarily soft and resnoble*

Give us the sister. You may live... You may go home...

All we ask is the sister... She mean nothing to you...

Just hand her over. And live on, safely.

*The Ork continues to get really badly hurt by the drill, but he's beyond caring at this point*
I'M DA FIST OF MORK, AND I WILL NOT BE BROGUHT DOWN SO EAZILY BY A SQUIG-HUMPING BUCKET A' BOLTS LIKE YOU! I'LL TURN YA INTO A PILA ' SCRAP METAL YOU OVERGROWN SCRAP HEAP!
*reaches down to his belt with his spare hand and rips the pins from all of the various explosives that he has on his belt*
OPEN WIDE YA GITZ!
*he is then engulfed by a huge and violent explosion*

*DeQuest is scared out of her mind, as she's so far out of her depth right now*
*but in the depths of her mind, she recalls the oaths she swore when she first became a Guardsman and a look of steely resolve crosses her face*
I pledged eternal service to the Emperor on the day I became a recruit of the Athonian 1st. A pledge of loyalty. Of service. Of honor. Something that you would know very little of heretic. I would rather die than bow down to the whims of thrice cursed fiends such as yourselves. So no, I will not give up the Sister to your tender mercies. I will fight to my last breath to ensure that each and every single one of you burns for your crimes against the Emperor and the Imperium. So come then heretic. Show me your mettle.
*in one swift move she raises her pistol and BLAMS the nearest cultist in the face*

*Athan smirks, clearly impressed by DeQuest’s initiative.

*The soldier lunges with unbridled speed, engaging two cultists simultaneously.

“Sorry boys. You get the idea.”

*Athan has a soft spot for refugees and refuses to turn over his equally stranded companions

*DeQuest keeps snapping off shots at the Cultists*
*The Ork is still exploding*

*soliders die but possesed one seems to shimmer as his head is hit and the energy dispates off his form, las energy proving infective*

Your choice is most unwise.
your freinds did less well

*a pile of her regiments dog tags fall to the floor, more shockingly one or two cultesys bear her own regiment markings, crudely and savage;y defaced*

*guardsmen die like expected to a marine in CC*

...

*Machine explodes as the bonds containing it energy break and the lives of many cule=tests are taken, Marlas form glows gold and somthing strange happens as her aura seems to repel the wave of chaos energy*

*somthing is not as inormal*

*chaos energy is arking alll over and Marla rams truck away, smashing aside a cultests group, seeing the ork vanish into a firey explosion not beliving one oculd survive such vioalnt force. *

It seems... Orks are.. not all quite as they seemed...

*DeQuest stares at the cultists with her regimental markings for a second*
*then her facial expression turns to cold anger*
I'm going to enjoy ripping you a new one Jenkins, and you too Sara. Know that your ancestors are looking upon you with disgust heretic.
*she lunges at the nearest cultist and lashes out with her knife*

*All that Marla can see of the Ork is a fething huge smoke cloud from all of the myriad of explosives he had on him, plus the reactor core of his gun*