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*Athan continues to struggle against the cultists, some of whom last longer than they should, bloated by the powers of the warp.

*Marla floors it and escapes stacking as the odd Las shot and auto cannon shell explodes about and miss Widely as afar,*

*The cultests fight and lose quickly as bloated however still not equal to marines.0they lash out with blades coated with toxins and foul substences* *

*The two fighting thr Sgt have had more practice in close combat as chaos is brutal*

*when sister arrives leaving the ork sadly for dead, her armour glows slightly gold as steps out a truck that plowed a cultests into a tree.

*Thr leader turns savagely to Marla seeing her subtle gold aura that weakens there power*

The pure soul... Alas your freinds will die for you... Submit and they may yet live.

*Othet cultests seem to pause a second as there warp powers seem to weaken a tadge*
*Marla looks slightly confused by the effect, not feeling quite herself like somthing else is influencing her,*

*DeQuest is losing ground versus the two cultists, barely deflecting their blows with her own blade*
*She's only being kept alive by the close combat training that all Athonian Tunnel Rats receive*

*The ork is very much dead.*

*Athan notices the glow about Marla as she makes her entrance and is visibly surprised

*The soldier cuts down another cultist as be mutters under his breath in a foreign tongue, audibly in disbelief

*Marla draws her pistol and snaps off a shot into back of one of cultists making traitor salsa out of there upper body*

*Cultest attacking Is effected by whatever power Marla has without knowing and is slowed and waekens*

*most Cultest now dead and others begin a fighting retreat, realising they are heavily over matched, snap off shots at marine with Las and auto weapons and trying to live*

*Marla voice is less human, and glow somthing strange, grabs a Cultest attacking her and grips her by throat, seemingly to cause them a high degree of pain like aflame. Her black eye pupil now changed to a shade of gold*

You shall not hurt her... Heratic scum.

*Marla in her own head, nudged aside is quite scared NY whatever force has taken over*

*DeQuest is very spooked by Marla's glowing eyes and inhuman voice*
*she backs away quickly, murmuring a desperate hymn to herself as she does so*
*doesn't really pay attention to what the cultists who were attacking her were doing, and pays for it when gets slashed across the side just beneath her flak armor by a knife*

*The heratic she held suddenly is engulfed in gold pysflames and reduced to nothing making thr last desire to hang about go for the doom cult, seeing that what they saw may be of value in testing there capabilites.*

*seeing one own burned by warp fire breaks morake*

Vi....

*Marla falls to deck and glow stops with a loud clatter of armour and if checked, eyes returned to blur and looks exhausted and pale by whatever happened to her,*

*vital signs are lower but stable and her armour is heavy to move her impulses being too low to trigger servo systems. *

*Athan bolts to cover Marla and keep her safe

“What the hell is this...”

*DeQuest finals falls down onto her butt as the adrenaline wears off and exhaustion sets in*
*winces as the cut on her side twinges painfully, and she digs around in her belt pouches for a bandage*

*Athan tries his best to reinforce Dequest, slaying one of the cultists with a well-placed knife throw.

*Marla looks up confused and blinks about, sees room, marine and everything but has gaps in memory and struggles to lift herself up, armour being too heavy and taking time to re engage and falls back to floor,*

*Is still rather pale and takes a few seconds to remember people and place, sounding part weak, tired, notices dequest and genuinely thinks she someone else before realising it was not with a sigh*

What happened?

Did... Last thing I remember driving.... Truck. Many supplies. Then I was... Back.. Back with... Vic.... Happy, together.. And then I'm here again...

Everyone safe? Ork... Massive explosion.. Killed... Deamon engine.

*notices dead cultists, one with a look of abject terror*

You met too...

*DeQuest finishes tying off the bandage with a grunt and then leans back against the wall*
I don't get paid enough for this crap....
*looks at the corpses of her former comrades and whispers a prayer*
If they can get you two..... Emperor help us all, none of us are safe.
*her head droops with sadness*
Besides the crew of my tank, those two were the only ones unaccounted for.... I am the last of my regiment.

*Marla sees her pray and tries to join her but flops back down again*

*slightly stronger but still quiet*
Just because your the last, its not the end.

I'm there's only 3 left of my squad, and I lost my fiance, the emparor has a purpose even if you not know now. Long as you live there remembered.

I'd try and comfort you but I'm barely able to lift my head up.

*Props self shakily onto elbows*

What happened to me?
I Don, t remember coming In?

It cannot be chaos... Our faith protects us...

*DeQuest sighs*
We were ambushed by the heretics. They claimed to be looking for the "pure soul". I'm guessing that's you from what they said. We fought for a while, then you walked in with your eyes glowing like an Emperor's Day firework. You and the Marine slaughtered the last of the traitors like dogs, and then you dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
*she slowly gets to her feet and removes her former comrade's dog tags*
For the Emperor. Ever onwards...

*Marla thinks and thinks, quite abit slower as still groggy and feels like got ran over by a bane blade*

*uses faster recovering augmentic arm to hold up and extended a hand to try and pull her up*
*with armour she a tad heavier than she should be for her size*

Please... Help me up.

Pure soul? Oh... Yes, a sister is a pure soul, its the emparors protection.

They belive that capturing and turning a sister to chaos would raise a dark princess of immense power.

Chaos would reward them greatly.

We found bodies before of sisters caught... Tortured, worse...
Never betrayed there oaths. The retribution was fearsome for sisters... They a sent nearly 1000 to get the cult behind it.

*sighs sadly*

They suspect that was plan when my squad was ambushed thr last time.

*is confused by gold glow and remembers somthing*

Oh... That's... Strange. Victoria did say once... After the relic of St Catherine on Orphelia...

*DeQuest says nothing for a moment*
At least they just kill us Guardsmen after torturing us for a bit, our pain tolerance isn't that great.
*helps Marla up*

*Athan looks warily at Marla

“I fear you have a touch of destiny about you, child.”

*Marla looks at de quest resting some of her balance on her*

Chaos has a particular place in there hearts for us, it's not a good one.

Oh I forgot... The truck outside had some food and a few basic materials for construction....

*Turns to marine confused, picking up on wary look,*
Bad destiny? I did not hurt any of you?

Victoria did always say my dreams where diffrent...

Im not a living Saint... I think I'm not... Even if I am, I only have a fraction of a true one's power.?

*DeQuest says nothing, not really knowing what to say in response to that comment*
*after making sure that Marla can support herself, she walks out to the waiting truck and begins hauling in the materials*
Give me a few days and I can have this place nearly as secure as a Fortress of Redemption. If there's one thing us Guard do well, it's dig and fortify

*Marla bods leaning against Wall and detaching parts of her armour, a armoured body glove below to try and lighten her balence abit for a short time*

*Smiling slightly at guard comment, *

Yes, the guard does manage to pull off miracles on a regular basis..

*turning back to marine intrqued*

What do you mean of destiny... I'm just one of many thousands of sisters who call Orphelia home at any time.

*DeQuest begins reinforcing the windows with sand bags in a quick and efficient manner*
*whistles a jaunty tune as she does so*

*Marla notices*

Least window be less drafty... More importantly I found a 6 foot boxed multi section Aqulla kit...

*Regaining balence, returns with a old metal cupboard for storage. A folding table, some boxes of rations and several dusty but sericavle bed rolls*

Alas... It's better than nothing.

OOC: Holy moly I was gone a long while there! Uni stops for no-one, apparently

BIC:

*A huge Ork bursts onto the scene from a sudden burst of green energy, landing awkwardly*

*On standing, he punts some guardsman named Malik several feet into the air, and declares himself*

WAAAAAAGH! I'z Kaptin Krump, an' I'z gonna make dis ere place roit propa Orky!

*Krump glances confusedly around himself*

Were da zog am I? Were did me boyz go? Hoo are you gitz!?

OOC: Welcome back. The Avatar Room never sleeps.

BIC:
*DeQuest looks up from her exhausted stupor to see Malik get drop kicked into low orbit*
*she falls back onto her butt and grabs for her pistol*
What the feth? More Orks?!?!

*Krump puffs himself up, animalistically*

Datz rite, MOAAAR! I dunno wot Orkz you'z been seein' boy, coz mine are a bunch o' lazy panzeez!

*DeQuest is looking a tiny bit scared at the moment, as she's exhausted from the fight against the cultist, and emotionally raw after seeing the last of comrades die at her hand*
*grabs her pistol and stands up slowly*
Yeah. There was another Ork in here earlier, he had a Snotling with him, I haven't seen him since he ran after Sister Marla.
*is considering her options, and isn't seeing many given that Krump is a massive Ork in massive armor, and all she has is a dinky pistol*
*silently wishes for her shadowsword yet again*

*Krump eyeballs DeQuest as carefully as an Ork could - mostly by squinting and making a few grunting noises*

*Speaking with a tone of incredulousness*

'E ran off? Wot a zoggin' wuss. I need a good fite, and yooz too runty to bovvah wiv.

*DeQuest looks mildly insulted at being called runty, but at the same time she knows that Ork v. Guardsmen rarely ends well for the Guardsmen*
*looks around for the Marine*
I think there might be a Space Marine around here somewhere....

*Sister walks back in, noticing a second ork. Wondering what in earth was with this planet and over sized fungi? *

Oh... Is there a wargh on top a Chaos cult now? This planets already... Fun...

The previous ork got blown up by a Chaos war engine, and maybe.. Alot of grenades.... Rather hard to see it anything left.. Not sure who below up who... .

*Dwspite having a bolter that alot more effective against Orks than Las, its still not a great match up even with power sword. Wonders how guard live with flash lights, card board armour and somewhat useless book*

*Krump proceeds to have a mental Error 404 while trying to figure out what the Sister is*

*Perks up at the soundof "space marine" *

Dem big 'umies iz over' ere? Gimmme! I'll rip 'em apart! WAAAAGH¡