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Brother-Sergeant Kade's face formed a look of confusion underneath that helmet of his. What was this Daemon's plan? Was it really as something as basic as offering a xeno-witch's body for them to defile? Years of indoctrination prevented any sexual lust for the alien. Space Marines are, above all, trained to resist earthly desires so that they may not be as easy to corrupt. Though, on some basic level, the idea wasn't completely unappealing to the Astartes. "I am afraid I must decline your offer, daemon. Not because I find the idea of fornicating with a Daemonhost unappealing, which I do, but that is not the primary reason. No, I must decline because I have some respect for the Eldar race. As abhorrent as they may be they deserve a dignified death", he says. "Besides that I am sure you are just going to kill us right after we are done with it anyway", Leo says. Kade nods, "That too. You really take us Veterans for fools, Daemon? We have seen what Slaanesh does in these orgies", he says.

However, at the same time Space Marines are only human. They may be modified beyond the capability of even the mightest "ordinary" human but they have the same weaknesses. Morris, Kade, Leo and the ever silent Calkir's mental defenses held like a mighty fortress against the intrusions of the Daemon. Donis, on the other hand, fell pray to it's song. The Space Marine takes off his helmet. Donis is a man that a lot of humans would call ruggedly handsome. His facial features are chiseled, his eyes are a light shade of blue and his blonde hair is cut quite short. He holds his hands out for her seeking the Daemon's lewd embrace. "Brother Donis, what do you think you are doing?!", Kade asks. To see his friend of 200 years fall to the predations of the warp made Kade hesitate to pull his bolter on him. The other Ultras shared his hesistation. "I... look at her. Her body is perfect. How could I fight perfection?", he asks.

*merric knew that the eldar was possessed, but she had done so to save Avicus. And that was a dept worth repaying.*
{merric} #VOX#" lukas, when I give the signal, grab Avicus and follow me."
*merric thought hard. There was only one chance.*
"NOW!"
*he flung Avicus to lukas, who held him like a child in his terminator armour, and charged forward with a thundering battle cry "AAAHHHH!"
*he dragged the farseer into his arms, stooped to retrieve her clothes, and before any one could react, had charged throug the solid rock-Crete wall with lukas following behind him*

"OOoooh my saviour!" the Farseer giggled, emotionally drunk from experiencing all of these material sensations. She waved back at Donis over Merric's shoulder as he carried her, blowing him a kiss as she did so, "Don't forget me gorgeous!".

She then looked at Merric, able to see him through his helmet with the Farseer's vision. She could see the sweat on his brow and knew that wasn't physical exertion; he was tempted by her even though he'd never admit it. So she tried to pry off his helmet, "Let me repay you for your chivalry and honour, you demigod of a man." She licked her lips with hunger and lust as she dreamt of what she'd do to him.

Donis fell to his knees with a look of utter despair on his handsome features. "I have seen perfection yet it was taken from me... what is there to live for now?", Donis asks. Morris walks over to the fallen Ultramarine and hits him over the head with his Heavy Bolter. Whether it be the sudden shock of the Heavy Bolter hitting his face or the influence of the Daemon being gone Donis escapes the trance. "I.. I didn't know what overcame me. It's as if my very being couldn't exist with it's touch", he asks. Kade hands Donis back his Mk. 6 helmet and Tigrus pattern Bolter. The man rearms and reequips himself with his helm. "No one is safe from the corrupting power of a Daemon, Battle Brother", Kade says placing his hands on Donis's shoulder, "It could have happened to any of us". Donis nods, "Then let's put a bolt into the creatures brain lest it corrupts is all into it's heretical wiles". The Sergeant turns around. "What about the threats outside?", Calkir asks. "We will allow our heretical friends to deal with them. Let's wait for our moment to strike", Kade orders.

Leo smirks a little. "If we are fortunate our would be attackers will kill the Daemon for us. Those fools for choosing a xeno over fellow Astartes", he says. "This monster seems strong. I do not believe we will be so lucky for it to die in the cross fire. I wouldn't be surprised if it turned the attackers and the Hounds of Loken against us all", Kade replies. "Then what?", Morris asks. "Then we will make a hasty retreat or destroy them. Depends on who they are".

The Medicae center was in ruins, it seemed a massive fire fight was happening in side it as flashes of gun fire and other...stranger explosions ripped through the windows. Xillian sighed, she could still salvage something, get the Harlequin to trust in her, or better, to hate the Faseer.

The Gods, or a whole lot of look was with her, as the wall on her side exploded into debris. The hulking figure of a Terminator running full speed in their direction, but what was this! He held the Farseer in his hands much like Koth carried the broken dancer. But this Farseer has different, she could taste it in the air, not to mention the fact that for famously celebrate craftworlder she was naked and running her thumb along his face. She was warp tainted.

''See Harlequin? Do you see NOW! That fool of a Farseer couldn't even keep her own mind safe, how do you know that Daemon hasn't been guiding her from the start! Bringing her here, for this. She is an abomination, carried by an Oaf being lead away from barbarians. We, the Eldar, the True Eldar, are the only ones fit to survive.'' Xillian casually threw her deadly blast pistol to the Harlequin, as shown earlier he could still shoot.

Koth carefully placed the Harlequin against the side of a building. Xillian activated her Shadow Field which flashed into the space around her, an impenetrable shield of shadow and readied her Husk Blade. Koth, as ever, was ready for violence.

''Lay the Farseer at our feet human, she is beyond your help. She is damned, and if we don't kill her she will dam us to. Now place her down while you still have arms to do so!''

*merric Was in no mood to ply games with an appariently drunk farseer. He had served with the hounds of loken for 350 years and was not about to be distracted by a woman's sexual organs.*
{merric} "snap out of it! Come on!"
*he was practically shaking in frustration*
*seeing the dark eldar Ahead, he cursed*
"MAKE WAY!"
*he barrelled past them, not concerned with snuffing they might say, very distracted by the farseer twirling a lock of his hair in her finger
Lukas come barreling after him, and the four made off, vaguely in the direction of the star port*
"laurella fight it!"

Laurella heard Merric and tried with all her might, she tried but the Daemon just laughed in her metaphorical face. In despair, she raged at the foul spawn for corrupting her and yet she was reassured by the friendship and loyalty the humans had shown her. Perhaps there was hope after all for a galaxy not ruled by Chaos, it just might not be the Eldar in control. She could live with that. She could live with that. She just hoped Merric killed her before she could do too much damage to him, his companions or any other innocent lives.

The Daemon itself was becoming impatient, it had received no attention for its efforts and it was displeased with the general course of events. She tried one last time to get this stubborn human's attention with a charming melody sung so sweetly and seductively in his ear, but she got absolutely no response. She growled in displeasure, dropped from his hands and then flung him to the ground with so much strength that the ground shuddered and choking dust rose into the air all around them. Her body distorted from the image of perfection that she had resembled before; she doubled in stature, giant pincers grew from where her hands had been and her jaw lengthened and widened to an un-natural extent before she howled her pent-up frustration at the Human, "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED! I WILL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOU!". The Daemon regained control of its own frustration and all of her features returned to the state of feline exuberance, she bounded over to the grounded Terminator and straddled him, playfully stroking his chest, "Now big boy," she spoke sweetly, before screaming into his face, "TAKE ME!"

Argentmun was shocked. How could the Farseer have gone from the cool and collected visionary he had known but a few hours a go to this?! A raving, Slaaneshi Daemonhost! It was incomprehensible.

The Archon had told him true.

As the large Mon'Keigh thundered passed, he told the Archon, "Outside the Space-port, you'll find man-holes; entrances to the sewers. They patrolled their outer walls rigorously but we heard no noises from the sewers. That would be your best bet."

*merric was stunned. The farseer, laurella, who had been a noble, if arrogant companion, and to see her like this was unbeleavible. The eyes, the tortured eyes were all that remained. There would be no saving her.*
*lukas sprinted past, taking Avicus toward an easily defendable building to the west, an administratum.*
{merric} "you're gone,aren't you?"

'Brothers, we are about to engage... There is a way down in the building that we just dropped from... Use it, and be prepared to charge in and provide heavy hitting power when you arrive...'
Gavriel Vrakul nodded to himself, and turned to his fellow Iron Warriors. "You heard him. Quite smart man for one as... devoted as him. Let's move. Iron Within, Iron Without!"
He heard grenades explode, and the unmistakable sound of working Vortex Grenades. How did they manage to get those? he wondered as they moved towards the Loyalists. He spotted them, some Xeno that seemed to be Chaos aligned - what was he doing with the damned Loyalists, then? - and another Xeno, a Witch by the looks of it. She didn't quite seem herself, and for some reason decided to not wear clothes. Bloody Xenos. Gavriel'd never understand them. Granted, he wasn't exactly a follower of the False Emperor anymore, but he still stood with the man's thoughts on Xenos: vile beings, that had to be destroyed. He saw one of the Loyalists talk to her, asking the witch if she was... gone? Looked like the Loyalists were consorting with Xeno-scum nowadays. How far they had fallen.

Legionairre Rorke reached for the backpack of one of the other Legionairres, and pulled a meltabomb from it as Gavriel raised his combi-bolter. He aimed for the Xeno-witch's head, and pulled the trigger. "She is now, Loyalist." he said, his voice rumbling as Rorke activated the bomb, which began to humm. "Iron Within, Iron Without!" Rorke threw the bomb, and all bolters were raised. "Death to the False Emperor!" they shouted, as one. And as one, they pulled their triggers, unleashing death.

Laurella did not respond for she could not respond.

The Daemon stroked his chest-plate again, growing severely impatient with this Human. If he had any sense of self-preservation, now would be the time to please her.

Laurella couldn't fight the Daemon, she couldn't stop the Daemon but maybe she could reason with it. "Daemon..." "DO NOT CALL ME THAT! I am a Keeper of Secrets and you shall respect that title." Laurella swallowed her pride in an attempt to save Merric, "Oh Keeper of Secrets, my Master," Laurella knew that it would be susceptible to flattery, "why waste time with an obviously pathetic individual like that, who would rather die than be with you. Go back for the Human who fell for you before. On a side note, they're less armoured too and so easier to subjugate if need be." The Daemon paused for a moment and thought, Laurella was right; she had been blinded by lust and so ignored the sensible options. "See Farseer, this is why I keep you alive, you are useful."

The Daemon was about to release Merric and leave of its own accord when a bolter round smashed into her head and exploded. She leapt up squealing in pain and rage, growing to her full size; dwarfing even a Terminator. Her arms extended and changed into massive claws capable of crushing and slashing. "WHO DARES INTERRUPT ME!?" She raged. "I AM SAEDUCAS, KEEPER OF SECRETS FOR SLAANESH, ANSWER ME PATHETIC ONES!"

"Load Kraken rounds", Kade says to his men. The Ultramarines pulls the magazine lever down and takes out the straight magazine out of the bolter. They place it back in their pouch, take a magazine loaded with Kraken bolts and loads it into their Bolters. "Attack. Stay to cover, watch for any other attackers and be wary of their melta. When they charge fire your Melta", the Sergeant says. They bash a hole into the sides of the wall. Morris sets up his Heavy Bolter so that it is braced up against a support beam. "For Ultramar", Kade says quietly. Kade and his Space Marines fire upon the Iron Warriors. Kade fires a Kraken round straight at Gavriel. The bolt leaves the barrel with an initial low muzzle velocity. However, as it's rocket activates it speeds up quite a bit and even further than a normal bolt round. It's casing clatters against the ruined masonry. A hail of Heavy Bolter fire comes at Legionairre Rorke. The rest of the Space Marines fire shots at the other Iron Warriors as they see fit.

*Covered in rubble and debris from the ruins he hides in, a Gas-masked Kommando nob observes the activity with the marines, and the apparently posessed spikey-ear. And with the radio he has with him, he calls right back to his boss.*

Ey, git. 'Dere's-

'OW MANY TIMES DO I 'AVE T' TELL YOU! *the Big Mek interrupts on the other end, as he's quite tired of his own lads mocking him for his name.*

... Mekboss. 'Dere's a few gits over 'ere discussin' an' fighting 'bout somefin'. Probably fer being with tha spikey-ear daemon 'fing. Can' 'e get stuck in?

*And in response to the Kommando, Crazygit stands back up behind him, having dug himself in the rubble as well, although maybe a bit too far down.* Led's wait fer Scrappa. 'E's prolly still tryin' ta get 'dat loot 'round back.

"By the Emperor! A Keeper of Secrets!", Leo exclaims. "And to think you desired that creature", Calkir says with a small grin. "She looked a bit better before. Not by much but a bit. Your orders, Sergeant?", Donis asks. Kade snarls underneath his helmet. "Keep firing on the Iron Warriors. With any luck this will be the distraction we need", he says.

"Bloody..."
Gavriel's attention was soon brought away from the Greater Daemon as a bolter round thunked into his Terminator Armor. He chuckled. Foolish loyalists. Likewise, Legionaire Rorke started laughing as one of the Ultramarines opened fire on him with a Heavy Bolter, a great many rounds exploding on the surface of his terminator armor. His laughing soon stopped as he saw blood coming through a small opening in his armor. Nevertheless, the Iron Warriors were known to be tougher than a regular Astartes, and as the wound began knitting itself, Rorke continued marching forward, his combi-bolter raised towards the weakling with the heavy weapon. Once again, he chuckled as he switched to the melta-round within. "Should've done more Iron Without, brother." he said to himself as he pulled the trigger.
Meanwhile, Gavriel stepped forward, his power axe raised. Besides him walked the Legionairre whose name he kept on forgetting - again, he didn't know his name. He roared a challenge. "Whoever of you servants of the Corpse-Emperor thinks he's the strongest, step forward! Come here, and let me take your head!"

*merric watched as the keeper of secrets expanded to it's full size. While he quietly mourned the passing of a friend, he accepted her loss, and this new enemy was just that, a new enemy. merric disengaged his plasma cannon, letting it rest on the ground. Merric reached and gripped the farseer's sword in his fingers, the wraith-bone Tingled in his hands, and he felt like the sword itself was... Judging him somehow. He took a silent moment to bless laurella's eternal soul, to the emperor's peice, or what ever the eldar equivalency was. And then ha launched himself up, power sword and witch blade arcing toward the keeper of secrets.*
*lukas had reached the building, and was racing up granite stairs to reac a higher floor, Avicus moaning in pain.*

Poor Morris. The distance between him and the Traitor Astartes was enough to diffuse much of the Melta blast. Not enough, though. His Heavy Bolter melted into so much slag. Morris's armor melted a little and his sensors were damaged. "Sergeant, our weapons are doing nothing at this range", Morris says slumping behind cover. "So I have noticed. Why is everyone wearing damned Terminator armor today? Very well. I have an idea... we will retreat and go around them. There is another building adjacent to this one", Kade says. "Sergeant, are we really running from this fight?", Donis asks. "No. There is an armoury not too far from here. We will get ourselves weapons better suited to punching through Terminator armor", he says, "Let us be off Ultramarines". They pop off a few more pot shots at the Iron Warriors before retreating. Morris pulls out his Bolt Pistol having lost his Heavy Bolter. They punch through the walls of the medical center, enter a nearby building and punch through their walls as well so that they cannot be seen retreating.

The Keeper of Secrets kept roaring its challenge up at the buildings and the Marines who had shot at her and she was about to charge up after them when two blades speared through her chest from behind. She screeched indignantly and swung around at her attacker, smacking him with the flat of a massive claw almost as big as his torso. "FOOL! YOU THINK TO CHALLENGE ME?!"

Uh, boss? *The Kommando gives Crazygit a poke with his foot, just to direct the Mek's attention to him.* Maybe now's a gud toime ta get stuck in, eh?
Ah, already told ya, we'll wait fer Scrappa!
But wot if 'e's gotten 'is foot stuck somewhere? Or tipped ova?
... Ye got a point. Led's ju-

*But before Crazygit could finish his sentence, the ruins suddenly collapse, as the Deff Dread with the name "Scrappa" smashes through it and runs excited towards the blue Marines running, with buzz saw and claw happily snapping, the two Orks dangling behond from the engine, and the speaker loudly announcing his presence.*

STOMPY STOMPY, TIME FER MARINE SOUP!

"Do our troubles never end?", Leo asks. "Not until the day we do, Brother. Brother Calkir and Leo, fire on it with your Combi Meltas. Everyone else throw Krak grenades", he says. The Ultramarines walk out the way of the Deff Dread. At the same time they level their Combi-Meltas at the Ork Walker and wait for it to get close. Once it does Leo and Calkir fire the Melta part of their Combi Meltas. Morris, Kade and Donis throw Krak grenades into the Dread to blow it up. At this range their AT weaponry would do a number on the thing.

{merric} " I am sorry, laurella. And I thank you. You gave your live for my best friend, and now I shall end this thing that has you."
*merric agin launches himself forward, twin blades thrusting forward, a blue tint emerging on the witch blade.*

*And Crazgit and the Kommando knows that, but unlike them, the Ork piloting the Dread doesn't care about that logic, as he gleefully still charges right at the marines, while the two Orks jumps off and seeks cover.

And sure enough, as the Dread blasts its Big Shoota and Skorcha at them, the melta shots did the tolls, and fries right through it, with the grenades crippling it down to fall right on its front, resulting with a smoking scrap heap in front of them.*

The Space Marines, being clad in power armor, resist most of the Deff Dread's firepower. One Big Shoota round manages to wedge itself into Morris's leg between the armor plates. The Space Marine looks down at the wound. "Are able to continue, Brother?", Kade asks. "Aye. I wish that Medicae center was still in tact, though", he says. Kade nods and the Ultramarines continue through the many buildings on their way to the armory. Eventually they stop smashing through so many buildings and instead take a back alleyway to their destination. "I do not remember any Orks being here", Leo says. "I only recall Tyranids from our ledger. Something is going on here, Brother. I don't like it", Kade replies.

*And with the cunning sneakiness of the Kommando (and the Big Mek holding himself behind him), they creep behind them to see where the heck they're going.*

Ah 'ope none of 'dem over gits steal Scrappa while we'r-
Sch! *says the Kommando, as he almost punches the Mek on the metal jaw, with him replying with a grumble*

Laurella admired Merric's tenacity; he faced an entity with countless Eons of experience, with faster reflexes than his own and was almost twice as large as him and yet he was not daunted.

The Keeper swung into combat viciously, she punched him in the face with one claw and snapped his power blade with the other. "SEE HOW I BREAK YOUR WEAPON WITH EASE? SUBMIT TO ME AND I MAY YET LET YOU LIVE! THE FARSEER WANTS YOU TO LIVE...... MERRIC"

"Brother-Sergeant, did you hear that?", Calkir asks. The Ultramarines turned around and search for any Orks behind them. As Kommandos are da sneekyest of da Orkz they do not see them. "We are being followed. Morris, is your Auspex still functional?", Kade asks. Morris takes out the scorched piece of technology. It does turn on but to his disappointment it only goes out to about 10 meters. "It has a very limited range but it is partially functional", he says. "Keep the Auspex out. Load Dragonfire Rounds", Kade says. Once more the Marines replace their Bolter magazines with a different set of rounds. These rounds are specially made to ignore any potential cover their targets may take. They continue on their way towards the armor on alert for any Ork presence.

*With a hushed voice, unlike what the Mek made, he says:*
Maybe 'e should call in more boyz?
Ya, 'dey might be a wee bit bored too.

Ye call 'em 'den. I'm sneakin closa. *he says lastly, pulling out a slugga with a Rokkit attached to the front of it, indicating that it might be a Rokkit Pistol. But even if it sports a large crosshair on the side, he still is a poor shot with it, so he sneaks closer to the Marines, oblivious to the Auspex, takes aim, and fires at them.*

"AHHH!"
*two-handed, merric slashed the now glowing blue witch-blade at the monster, his resolve as strong as it was the first time he had done so. All of his strength was directed in the blow, and all of his concentration was directed at the battle.*

The Keeper of Secrets parried the Witch-Blade with one claw and then grabbed Meric around the waist with the other, lifting him off of his feet and squeezing him. "DO YOU FEEL THE PAIN OF YOUR IMMINENT DEATH? NO?" She squeezed the impudent Terminator even harder, "HOW ABOUT NOW?"

The Space Marines detect the Ork coming in thanks to their Auspex. When he gets close enough they turn around, take cover behind some burnt out cars and wait for the threat to present itself. The rocket hits the car just in front of Leo which sends him reeling flat onto his back. The others open fire on the Ork with rounds that produce flames when they explode on contact.