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"Brother-captain. You need to see this."
Glaudian's vox lit up as the voice of one of the Paladins sliced through the tension mounting in the room between the two Astartes. The Grey Knight paused for a moment, still giving a contemptuous glare to the Marshal, before turning to speak into the device.
"I copy Brother, I will be there shortly. We've also appeared to have picked up a straggler."
Silence for a moment.
"A Black Templar?"
The Captain recoiled in surprise.
"Yes, how did you..."
"You'll know when you get here."
The two Marines looked at one another, their concern for a moment outweighing their animosity, before nodding and sprinting through the twisting corridors as fast as they're armour would allow. They kept their weapons ready at all times in case of an ambush, but none came. Unsurprising, when you consider that a squad of Grey Knight Paladins had recently been down this path.
Eventually, they reached an intersection in which Glaudian's Brothers stood, weapons similarly ready. Glaudian jogged to the closest Knight and gipped his forearm in the warrior’s handshake. The Templar hung back, and said nothing.
"It's good to see you again Brother. What is it you've found?"
The Grey Knight did not reply. He pointed. Both Feris and Glaudian turned to follow his finger, and their mouths fell agape. The Marshal's features contorted in a mask of anger. "Blood of the Emperor", whispered Glaudian. It was justified.
From the ceiling, suspended by thick cabling, was the Black Power armour of a Black Templar. Brother Stefan. His armour was rent with gaping wound down its centre, and covered in blood, but that was not the things most horrifying aspect. No, that was the bleached bone skull grinning down at them; for all the corpses' skin had been flayed cleanly from the bone.
For a moment, all the Marines stood rigidly still, unwilling to speak. Then Glaudian sighed, and turned to one of his men. "Get him down." The Knight nodded, before turning towards the corpse and flexing his hand. Psychic energy coruscated around the wiring, cutting it and letting the body fall to the ground with a crash that echoed throughout the depths of the Hulk. In an instant Feris had spun around almost 180 degrees, sword levelled at the Paladin.
"You. Never. Use that witchery near the remains of one of my Knights. NEVER."
The Paladins too had their weapons ready, but Glaudian motioned for them to lower them. Sheathing his own blade, but still glaring at the silver-armoured warrior for a moment, the Marshal turned and walked to kneel beside the corpse of the dead Templar.
"No geneseed." he mused, to no one in particular. "This is a grave insult to the Chapter."
Glaudian walked behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "The Warp Spawn will pay for this, Brother. Of that you have my word."
"This was not the doing of Chaos."
The Marshal stood slowly, and turned to look at the surprised Brother-Captain. His face was devoid of all emotion, but behind his eyes burned a need for vengeance that would have impressed even his primogenitor Dorn.
"They ambushed us earlier. Claimed the lives of two other of my Brothers. Chaos does not kill so cleanly, so efficiently. Only one enemy could have done this."
He looked around the room, making eye contact with every one of the assembled warriors, making sure they understood the gravity of what he was saying.
"Only one foe. The Necrons."
Your surprise will be in an event later on in the week. The more interesting roleplaying you do (that goes for everyone) the better your characters' rewards and fortunes will be.. whereas if your roleplay is lacking..
By the way.. the Space Hulk really isn't all about this large massive open spaces.. keep that in mind as you advance deeper into the unknown..
Until I see fit, I'm content to let you all just mindlessly slaughter each other .
The marshal looked back at Glaudian he remained silent looked down a dark corridor and saw a badly wounded guardsman walking towards him.
"What happend?" asked the marshal.
"A.......d..d..daemon...attacked....us." replied the guardsman before he fell silently into death......
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Somewhere, doing somthing, of very little intrest for others!
"Nercons are here?" Asked Glaudian. "Yes." Replied the Marshal. Glaudian moved from the body and towards the dead guard "This is no work of any daemon!" Glaudian remarke. "He would not be alive if his squad encontered a Daemon. He would not escaped!" Glaudian stood on the dead guard and large metal crunch came from the guardsman. Glaudian reacted istantly. "Give Me a falchion now!" He demaded. A paladin passed him a falchion. Glaudian began to cut at the guardsman shirt and skin. Underneath was a metal exoskellton. The was a dying green glow coming from the chest peice. Suddenly its arm rose up and tried to attack Glaudian. He fired at its arm blowing off its large metal clawed hand. Glaudian the took off its head. The skellton iside the skin vanshied leaving just the skin. "A nercon!" Shouted Feris. "Yes and it tried to trick us into a trap!" Replied Glaudian. All eyes turned the skin casing on the floor. The situation had just got much worse.
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(I REALLY want to put in a piece of RP right now but I simply don't have the time, consider this my placeholder, Scrazz, if you can have a little patience and all other RPers permitting, i'll whip up a rivetting piece of roleplay when I get on next.
"LOOK AROUND NOT AT THE SKIN YOU FOOLS!" yelled Feris with anger and panic.
He took his mighty sword in one hand and his holy bolter in the other, he watched down the corridor.
"A green light there" yelled one of the paladins yelled.
As he fired the light disappered, and again a paladin yelled and fired ande light disappered.
"What is it doing?" asked Glaudian
"Its toying with us. If we stay here more will come we must keep moving." said Feris.
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Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Somewhere, doing somthing, of very little intrest for others!
"Agreed!" Glaudian awnsered. "He has more expertise with these fiends! We must keep moving!"
The group moved away from the necron. Glaudian took a shot at it again and the turned round the corner. A vox came over to Glaudian.
++ This inquistor Draco Marain of the Ordo malleus! How is the mission going.
"Slowly this place is infested with every Xenos you can think of!"
"How dare he order us we are not his brothers." said one of the paladins whispered.
"We are all brothers so hold your tounge" Glaudian said.
Feris returned with bad news when he went ahead he saw a group of orks battling some necrons.
"I have a holy weapon that can purge these xenos." said Feris.
"You must not waste that weapon one of are brothers here carrys a flamer." said Glaudian
"Go brother burn them." ordered Glaudian
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
2011/04/05 20:26:31
Subject: Re:Space Hulk - join while you still can!
The lander touched down with a hiss of air. All around, more and more landers gently kissed the ground before coming to a halt. But things were far from gentle for Marcus and the guardsmen in the nearby landers. Thier drop zone had been designated a ork fort... if it could be called that. A ramshackle mass of metal and guns as far as the eye could see. Marcus was beginning to wonder if he would ever be able to link up with Charkos.
Thousands of guardsmen charged towards the fortress. Gunfire from both sides flickered from the open ground up to the ramparts of a wall made of scrap and metal. Rockets soared from the guard lines to blow chunks from the walls and bunkers while high explosive shells rained down upon from fixed mortar positions on both sides.
Marcus ran up to take cover by a burnt out vehicle, classified as a Ork Truuk. Robur, Sallies and Domini followed by his engineers followed suit, the cyclopes loaded with supplies following. Scattered to his right and left were the members of the guard squad Marcus had requisitioned. 10 guardsmen ready for combat and by the looks of things eager.
The sergeant of the squad crawled from his cover over to Marcus, the odd shoota round bouncing off the burnt metal plating of the truuk. "Inquisitor, there's no chance of bringing those walls down from afar. We'll have to get those demo charges close to take down the wall"
"That is out of the question sergeant, we cannot risk these supplies moving over that cover less no-mans land" Robur spoke before Marcus had a chance. While it was true, setting charges was suicidal, it was necessary to reduce the lives lost in this preliminary assault.
"Sergeant, get me a vox"
"On it inquisitor." and with that he crawled off to find his vox-man. Moments later he and the vox-man crawled into the cover beside Marcus; grabbing the vox set from the vox-man's back, Marcus began to adjust dials and sliders, selecting a frequency direct to the fleet. In his youth Marcus had been intrigued by mechanical machines such as vox casters and various engines. He had lernt the skills required for vox operating as a hobby though he found that at times like these it was useful to have such an odd hobby.
Once the chancel was established, he began to send his message;
"Fleet this is Inquisitor Marcus of the Ordo Xeno's. I require an airstrike on the walls of an xenos fort just some distance from my position. I request thunderbolt and marauder support for this landing zone. How do you copy?"
Over the next few excruciating minutes Marcus had to repeat the message several times to get it clear over interference, only to find that co-ordinates were requires. He looked at Domini, someone he assumed would have a vague idea of co-ordinates and asked him. The reply he received was slightly disconcerting but usable;
"If I'm correct I'd say, X 0546, Y 5648 and Z 220ish. If I'm wrong that's our current position he'd said."
Marcus made up his mind that if he'd called down an airstrike on top of their position then he'd kill Domini, even if he, Domini or both was dead, he'd still kill him.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the friendly roar of planes brought them back to reality and a pair of thunderbolts roared overhead to unleash a barrage of missiles into the wall, followed by three marauders which had a deeper rumbled, passed over and dropped a huge amount of explosive ordinance on the ork positions.
"Men of the guard and of the emperor, by the immortal emperor of mankind I order you to follow me and charge into the breech!" Marcus roared as he sprung from his cover and charges towards the shattered ork positions...
Scrazza wrote:Exciting, Wizard. Who are you going in with? My Ousians? Sounds fun
Yeah, I gave though to having a different regiment but in the end I think it is simpler that my character simply hops onto the wrong lander in the heat of the rushed boarding than somehow gets mixed up with which regiment goes where you know?
The sound of the death attracted the infernal stampede. Following the screams of the dead and dying, the foul Daemons cried havoc, and followed the dogs of war. The hounds led them to a battlefield aboard the massive cruiser, littered with the bodies and still fighting warriors of Orks and Humans.
Khorne would be very pleased with the skulls he was about to receive. The hounds were released, hundreds of them screaming towards their foe. Leading the charge was the Herald, taking skulls for his dark and bloody god. Then came the screams again. The pulsating heart of the war god himself was awakening. The Unbound was on his way.
The hounds snarled, the Bloodcrushers charged, and the Herald began to carve his way into the thick of the fighting. If he was to meet the great one's favorite, he would relish every moment before it.
Every Normal Man Must Be Tempted At Times To Spit On His Hands, Hoist That Black Flag, And Begin Slitting Throats.
2011/04/05 22:33:56
Subject: Re:Space Hulk - join while you still can!
Warklaw and his boyz waited for the humans to be herded in as was planned, but instead, the nobz bikez came roaring back down the corridor. Warklaw snarled in anger and before the nob could defend himself, Warklaw had his head squeezed in his claw's grip.
"Wot are you doin you lowzy runt. Wat did I tell you!?!?"
The nob spluttered, Warklaw let go a fraction so it could breath.
"Da....umiez boss.....deyz too....many....wez had ta....get owt.....fore dey got all.....of uz"
Warklaw roared in anger and orky rage, he threw the nob across the room. He turned back to the ard boyz.
"Wot are you lot lookin at? Wez got owerselves a fight by Gork!"
The orks roared their approval and began beating their weapons on their armor. Warklaw turned to his number two.
"Tell Rambork and hiz sneaky gits dat dey better have dem trapz redy, wez gonna need em."
Warklaw turned and sat on the nobz vacated bike, throttling its engine, taking his hint all the other boyz around him began boarding their transports too.
"Iz gonna go make dem umiez tink twise abot messin wit me and me WAAAAAAGH!!!!"
Warklaw steamed his bike straight ahead, the others following him madly, straight towards the sounds of the human soldiers. The engine rumbled and shook the dark chambers around him, Warklaw pumped the gas, pushing his bike to extreme speeds and yelling with orky delight. He hadn't had this much fun in a while.
Right behind him was his faithful Izzy, his red tongue hanging out in the roar of wind that was streaking past him. The corridors became more and more narrow, soon the entire horde was one single line of orky vehicles, clanking along at full speed. Warklaw saw a light up ahead and figures were silhouetted in the it, He grinned madly and gunned the engine of his bike, screaming a battlecry from his enormous chest. The human soldiers looked up and froze like a deer in headlights. Warklaw laughed heartily as he opened up with the mounted cannons on the front of the bike that tore men to bloody chunks and sent rounds spanking off the walls in sparking lights. The dark corridor was lit up, flashing with strobes of fiery gunflashes as Warklaw held the trigger.
A few humans were run straight over by Warklaw's bike and his tires squealed as the blood from the crushed men slipped along the deck. The light was getting larger now in front of him. Warklaw was intent on it with nothing but pure violent bloodshed on his mind, knowing hordes of boyz followed his cries. He saw a barricade in front of him, constructed by humans and manned by a heavy weapon that began spitting rounds at him.
Warklaw laughed as the rounds went overhead and relished the look of fear on the human's faces. His bike plowed, tire first into the emplacement and crushed the two men behind it to bloody pulp. All eyes in the chamber turned to him as his bike launched into the air and landed with a massive thunk on another unsuspecting human. Warklaw gunned his engine again and began to spin his bike in circles, holding down his triggers at the same time, unleashing a flurry of rounds in all directions around him. His horde soon followed and within moments the humans were embattled in hand to hand by a swift blitzing charge of ork hand to hand specialist who were pouring out of their trukks and trakks, their blood up, ready for killing.
Warklaw saw the mess his boyz were beginning to make out of the humans he saw the looks on the faces of the other humans in front of him, scared crapless by the sight of a monster from their worst nightmares come true, riding a demon beast that killed with every roar of its engine. Warklaw towered over every single one of them. With a tusky grin, he revved the engine madly and rushed the nearest group of human soldiers, swinging his claw back and forth madly killing all in his path. Behind him Izzy happily and gleefully pummeled away with his shoota and the slaughter continued.
"Wich won ov ou umiez can take ol Warklaw?!" Warklaw shouted loudly as he killed.
2011/04/06 18:41:57
Subject: Re:Space Hulk - join while you still can!
Tyr watched as the ork bounced down the side of the Thunderhawk. It impacted the engine, causing a massiv explosion to rip the engine apart. Black smoke began to pour out of the gash and the craft began to list to the side.
"Power loss in right engine, compensating ... no use, we're going down, BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
The Thunderhawk's altitude dropped rapidly, it skipped off the edge of a crater soaring through the air before crashing down into some form of canyon. As it tumbled the right wing was sheared off when it hit the canyon wall. Landing on the floor in a heap of dust It skidded to a halt, lying on it's side amoungst the rubble.
I've seen that film.. it's great. But wouldn't an ork just be incinerated by the engine? You'd be better off editing it out for a piece of shrapnel/AA fire or something.
Got problem with computer everbody im using a friends at min sorry guys.
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: I've seen that film.. it's great. But wouldn't an ork just be incinerated by the engine? You'd be better off editing it out for a piece of shrapnel/AA fire or something.
ork got sucked INTO the engine, like this, but an ork, not a bird
Somewhere, doing somthing, of very little intrest for others!
FM Ninja 048 wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote: I've seen that film.. it's great. But wouldn't an ork just be incinerated by the engine? You'd be better off editing it out for a piece of shrapnel/AA fire or something.
ork got sucked INTO the engine, like this, but an ork, not a bird
The Monochrome army was on the march.
They had pounced on the Orks without warning, no cry emerging from their still lips. Wicked Claws rose and fell as if in a sickening dance, each and every blow splittung more skulls and staining the ground with shades of Red. To their credit, the Orks fought back with all the wild abandon of their kind, crude axes striking the metal forms opposing them with unearthly clangs. The Paladis and Black templar watched, entranced by the wanton slaughter they saw before them; even with the Orks' natural skill at war, this was a massacre rather than a battle. Glaudian saw a Greenskin to his left speared from behind by a pair of blades, before being raised into the air and ripped apart in a shower of gore. But that was not the most disturbing thing; no, that was the silence in which the goulish army fought. No sound came from them, the Orks' cries of bloodlust filling the chamber with a din that only served to make their opponents even more unearthly. All Space Marines were inured to fear, the Grey Knights and Templars more than most, but all of the Astartes felt at the core of their being the sheer wrongness of what it was the were watching, and even the mighty Paladins could not supress a shudder.
And then, it was over.
In a flash of unearthly emerald light, the Necrons were gone, as if they had never been there. Ork casualties lay in piles scattered along the corridor, the skin on many eitehr fully or in the process of being flayed from their foul bodies. The Paladins instictively raised their weapons, startled at this sudden occurence. "What sorcery is this?" muttered Brotehr Morbius, one of Glaudian's most senior Paladins as he scanned the room.
"Necrons strike without warning, before dissapearing as quickly as they arrived without leaving a trace. It's one of the reasons why we know so little about them. The otehr being that they hardly ever leave anyone alive to tell the story." replied Glaudian, similarly in a state of heightened awareness. Memories of previous encounters with the Xenos welled up in his mind, and it was a herculean effort to force them back down; he was a Grey Knight though, one of the chosen of the Emperor, and no foe could give him pause.
The Orks to were confused, no doubt dissapointed by the impromptu end to what they must have considered to be the time of their lives. That wasn't the case for long though. Spotting the Imeprials at the end of the Hallway, the rabble gave a bestial roar of "WAAAAAGH!" and charged, wooping as they went.
"Fire.", said Glaudian.
Deep in the darkness of the Hulk, Old Sawbones watched the carnage from a archaic display device. And, in the right light, he seemed to be smiling.
OOC: Quite a poor offering, I know, but I haven't had a good day at all and aren't really in the mood to write much. My apologies.
"Vrek!" Mortenson cursed, firing his lasrifle madly at the approacing mobs. "Buggers just came out o' nowhere!"
Charkos could see a large ork monster on a bike, shooting in all directions. Men died all around him, it all happened so fast. suddenly, there were a horde of orks within their perimeter. The landmines they laid were exploding, alright, but it didn't seem to stop them. Wave upon wave crashed against the barricades, dozens of them being shot dead before they could even reach the lines. But some came through, and like the monstrosity on the bike, wreaked havoc on the Imperials.
Calming himself, he ordered the Flame Teams, who were recently burning dead ork bodies, to the front. When they arrived, they licked great tongues of fire towards the orks, envelopping dozens of them.
Charkos picked a genade off his webbing, and threw it in the direction of the rampaging bike. The grenade went off with a sharp crack, and the bike was wrecked as a result. The ork was simply to big to be hurt by this feeble explosion, but the monster flew off his saddle either way. The ork warboss got carried away at least three meters before smashing his head against a support strut. Dazed and confused, the warboss waggled around grogilly, meters away from his burning bike. The bike burned for a few more seconds before it exploded violently.
Happy with what he had achieved, he sent the flame troops his way to do some hurt. Charkos was convinced the flames would only madden the the thing.
Charkos was just about to take aim on the rushing hordes as a grenade struck nearby, throwing his off his feet. He flew backwards, and landed with a bang against a wooden wall, cracking the woodwork. Trying to regain his senses, he clutched his head.
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