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*Jaeharl is almost overwhelmed by the insanity of the situation in front of him. Ork, Drukhari and humans all looking either extremely tired, injured or dead.*

*Suddenly, the Ork in front of him bellows out a question. Or command, hard to tell, but the meaning is clear even if the low gothic is so bad.*

"I am Jaeharl Feldorus Ghau, bodyguard of he who sits on the throne, keeper of the evil within the vaults of ancient terra."

Letting his words sink in for a moment, he shifts his stance ever so slightly, before continuing.

"Now that you know of me, my first question is who are all of you? And secondly...

*Jaeharl spins at inhuman speed lifting up his castellian axe with grace before placing it withing a hairs breadth of the face of the kabalite trying to sneak past him*

... Where do you think you are going?*

*the Kabalite lets out a noise that resembles a squeak before leaping backwards back out the door*
Nowhere. I'm going nowhere! I was just passing through. Honest!
*is acting very un-Dark-Eldarly*

*Athan hurls a krak grenade at the rune stones in an attempt to shut down any future attempts to pass through the webway

*Looks at the newcomer

"Ahhh, daddy-dearest sent one of his gilded butchers."

*the Webway gate sparks and powers down, although it is unknown whether or not it is permanently destroyed*

*seeing that the Custode has gone AFK, the Kabalite attempts to inch away into the shadows*

*outside, the Archon and Krump have a pleasant chat about the current state of affairs and the joys of hurting people until Selym gets back online*

*DeQuest is sleeping off the night on her rucksack after getting stabilized by Marla*

YER I GETZ YA. IZ ONLY ON DIS 'ERE PLANET COZ ME WEIRDBOY SED THERE WAS A... A FING. SUM SORTA SHINY... AH, I FORGET.

*Krump waves his klaw pointlessly. The crowd of Orks has started dispersing, now bored with the lack of murdering*

*marla peaks out window seeing a sureal sight of dark eldar and a ork having a chat surrounded by bodies and more*

*suddonly sees a custodion join and things get more crazy, leans havily against window having tanked multiple hits that shred flak armour, armour held but unlike a marine but super human below*

Whats all this fuss about... Sister Marla, Orphelia covenant. Emparor only knows why im here...

This looks like a sureal joke that get some executed by a inquisitor...

*the Archon nods solemnly*
Shiny objects are very important. The Imperium has many nice and shiny objects that I enjoy taking from them. They get so angry about it to, it's simply delightful.

*DeQuest is softly snoring in the corner, having not died in the middle of the night from the concussion she took*

*Krump appears to be enjoying thinking about the shiny things he's pilfered*

YEAHEHEHAA...

IF YOOZ LIKE SHINY FINGS TOO, YOUZ CAN JOIN US IF YA WANT. AN' SPEAKING OF WHICH...

KRUMP SKWAD ASSEMBUL!

*After a moment a rag-tag bunch of stupidly-grinning Orks, Snotlings, and Nobz hurried over to Krump and lined up military-style, grinning supidly*

*The Archon appears baffled by an offer from an Ork to join his squad of assorted n'er do wells and thieves*
*he just looks at the skwad for several seconds as he thinks*

*the one remaining Kabalite looks at the ruins of the webway portal and despairs quietly*
*she then turns and begins walking back to the Room*

*DeQuest slowly rolls over and sits up*
*clutches her head and moans softly*
Anyone get the license plate of the battleship that hit me?

*Athan lets out a sigh as the conflict appears to be subsiding. He is visibly uneasy around the custodian.

“I’m getting too old for this gak...”

*Marla looks over seeing de quest wake up*

That "Battleship" was about 8+ feet of ork... A battleship may hurt less.

*looks out window again*
Oh... So what brings this strange gathering?

If your after shiny there's cultists up north with em I'm sure...

*tricksy Marla*

*The mass of Orks has dispersed to settle whichever lands they stumble onto, permanently infesting the surrounding geography. Back at the Room, the Krump Skwad gives a little display for the Archon, to help him decide*

Krump: ATCHOO!

*The Skwad stomps the ground and stands straight, ready for orders*

Krump: ALRIGHT YA MAGGUTS, WE'Z GOT A PROSPEKTIV HIERERER AN' WE'Z GON' SHOW 'IM WOT WE'Z GOT! YA HERE ME!?

Krump Skwad: Yes boss!

Krump: TURN ROUND!

*The Skwad members stampily turn to face away from Krump and the Archon, each Ork on his own timings and turning orientations. Such a shoddy display has gotten Guardsmen executed*

Krump: PRE-PEPPER DAKKA!

*Each member draws some kind of weapon, evidently readying for a munitions test. The weapons of choice are as follows: Zog, a Stikkbomb; Zip, a lumpen and misshapen was-a-wheel; Zap, somehow the Battlecannon of a Russ tank; Zott, a Deffgun; Zav, a thick metal frizbee; Git Finga, another Ork Boy*

Krump: AIM...

Zap: Wotz dat, boss?

Krump: DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!!!!!!

Krump Skwad: WAAAGH!!!!

*Each member punts their munitions toward an unsuspecting mob of Boyz, who had just settled down to nap on a Squiggoth. Stikkbombz detonated, Zip's was-a-wheel opens some flaps to reveal a rocket propulsion system and proceeded to run down several of the slower Boyz, Battlecannon shells rained down indiscriminately, bullets flew everywhere until everything in front was either made of holes or made of lead, Zav's frisbee caught a Nob in the chin and imploded (drawing the Nob into the warp), and Git Finga expertly shoved his had up where the sun don't shine and gutted his catch*

Krump: LESS DAKKA!!!

Zott: 'e says keep firin'!

*More shooting and explosions happen*

Krump: SHUT IT!!!

*The Skwad stops shooting. Mostly because the ammo ran out. The crowd of sleepy Boyz that once was had now been turned into a crater, leaving one very confused and deafened Squiggoth to rampage around in the distance, killing more unsuspecting greenskins*

Krump: HOW'Z DAT FER YAZ, YOO STRINGY ELF?

*the Archon just continues looking baffled*
*the discipline (or lack thereof) of this motley group makes his inner leader of sphess elves screech in anger, but at this point since nearly all of his kabal are dead he'd be ripped apart on Commoragh*
...
...
...
Ok Ork. I'll help you out. Not like I have much to go back to at this point. Vect would have my guts for garters if I come back now.

*DeQuest glances up at Marla and sighs heavily*
Whoever came up with the rumor that Orks are bad at close combat needs to be executed immediately for heresy. Feth me sideways that hurt more than when I fell off my Shadowsword after an all-night bender with the lads.
*cracks her neck audibly as she looks around*
I really need to get a better weapon. This pistol is pretty much useless at this point
*gestures to her beaten up laspistol,, which was crushed in the kerfuffle that occurred between the Orks and Dark Eldar*

*the one remaining Kabalite sneaks into the Room, taking advantage of Marla and DeQuest's being distracted to look for a place to hide out*

,*Marla sees space elves and Orks getting on*

*sees them having a chat which is plain strange, and ork attempts at drills which makes her see better disapline in a conscript penal legion*
*is currently thinking she got hit on head very hard too*

The primer is.... Inaccurate. Several hymns are even spelt wrong.... The crap they consider guard training...

*sighs and tries to hide her whole glow thing realising they definitely not friends outside*

*auto senses pick up a ping but misses it rather hurting from being shot multiple times.*

Oh... I found this.... When I went scavenging.
*pulls out a case from a pile of dumped stuff with a hot shot las pistol*

Umm... I found a bolt pistol but it's marine issue... You'd break your arms... Even I'd struggle to use the thing.

*DeQuest picks up the hot shot pistol and examines it with a critical eye*
Stormtrooper issue. Very nice. Bout' time the big toy soldiers gave us little guys something good.
*she lacks even Marla's auto senses, so she definitely doesn't notice the sneaky elf*
*she sighs wistfully at the bolt pistol comment*
Yeah. Sadly guard issue bolt weapons are very few and far between

*Marla laughs slightly, causing her ribs to hurt and entire chest*

OK... That not good idea... But alas... I feel taking off armour be a bad idea right now.

*has several large paint work scars from impacts, from heavy calibre ork rounds and holding self up on window ledge*

Alas... True.

Least your not worried about ammo.

*Tries to sound cheerful about flashlights abet high power ones*

You remind me of one of my squad... She always was the one to find a flaw in a plan..
*does not admit who*

*looks outside*
Umm... There's a custodes out there... Be careful... Any reason a agent of throne is about is not always good for everyone else..

,*Turns to outside *
So... What kinda hell is this? Is chaos playing some kind of... Joke...

*DeQuest sighs, this time it's not so wistful*
Of course. Anytime an agent from the higher ups is here it means that something is about to go pearshaped real fast. About the only thing they're good for is bringing bad news and looking good while doing it.
*she sighs and gets to her feet and holsters her new pistol*
Enough complaining I guess. I don't get paid to complain.

*Krump grins*

RIGHT THEN! YOU LEAD THE WAY!

*He looks expectantly at the Archon, clearly having no idea where he's going without his weirdboy to point him at the shinyshiny*

OOC: I'll be keeping this on each post for reference. It's a pain in the ass to track more than one character per poster...

OOC:
Good idea. I only have two characters right now (DeQuest and the Kabalite, with NPC Archon, but in the future if I add any more I might do the same. We should probably set a hard cap on character numbers though, just to avoid confusion.

BIC:
*the Archon furrows his brow for a moment and thinks deeply*
My spies report that there is a sizable group of mon'keigh to the north of this "Room". They are worshippers of the Dark Gods, but they should have a sizable trove of equipment and munitions, as well as being a good fight for you and your kind.
*he gestures in the vague direction of where he thinks the Chaos is*

*Marla sis torn between letting them die horribley or giving thr chaos cult a good bashing*

*decides to help in a small fraction knowing the entering a tough fight as whatever the leader is, I'd heavily possessed or coroupted from what she seen*

There leader... You might want to be wary... Somthing off about him... Probbly possessed or has some heretical pact.

*Cult have built a dark Fort dug into the mountains and caves which are dark temples and strangely corupt places. *
*Thulsa is possessed and extremely corrupted, and far more powerful and durable than a normal human*
*can see the emotions and warp influences of others, able to project control over cultists at a multi kilometre distence long as in eye line and influence there actions*

*revels in dark gifts and powered partly by his cult*

*DeQuest stretches and cracks her back*
*she then pulls a small shovel from her backpack and steadily walks into the forest towards the wreckage of her tank*

OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting, I got way too many things to think about for a little bit before I can keep constructing the Krump/Archon story with you. Will be back soon

OOC:
Take your time. Not like we're going anywhere.

BIC:
*DeQuest arrives at the ruins of her tank, slowly looks around at the wreckage and at all of her dead crew and slowly sinks to her knees*
*quietly weeps for her fallen friends*

*bodies are intact but weapons and supplies have been stripped from the wreck by cultists, though they left food supplies, mostly taking ammo or a intact radio etx that they short of*

*Daubed on side "Tanks for the Supplies" in rough red paint, and a a generator is in back, still firmly stuck in place despite efforts to steal it. *

*Marla watched her head out and turns around picking up a bleep on her motion sensors close but not seeing anything. *

Anyone about...
*Keeps hand close to sword though still aches like hell from being shot*

*the desecration of the fallen tank angers DeQuest, and she begins shaking, from anger this time instead of grief*
*picks up the last of the food supplies, and then goes looking for a special little box that was kept inside the main cabin of the shadowsword*
*walks out of the wreckage a few minutes later holding a small box*
*whispers quietly*
I'll get them back for this. I swear. Your deaths will not have been in vain.
*tucks the box under one army and quietly begins walking back to the Room*

*Krump grins stupidly*

Krump: AHH... MUN-KEES... I WOZ HOPIN' FER SUM 'UMIES, BUT THAT'LL DO TOO. COME ON LADZ, WE'Z GOT SUM SMASHIN' TA DO!

Git Finga: How iz we gonna get 'em, boss?

Krump: AH DUNNO. LETZ JUST GET DERE.

*The Krump Skwad starts waddling off, but after a few paces Krump turns to the Archon*

Krump: YOO CUMMIN' OR WOT?

*the Archon holds up one finger*
We need not walk there.
*he whistles piercingly and a second Raider zooms from the tree line and comes to a halt next to Krump*
Why walk when we can ride?
*he pauses and sighs*
They ARE humans. Mon'keigh is the term we Eldar use for those wretch.... I mean people.
*he coughs awkwardly once and glances towards the Room*

*the Kabalite is currently sitting in a corner wondering what the heck to do*

*DeQuest continues her slow march back*

*Marla watches a raider fly out wondering how many xenos concmgreated here. *

*likely too many, way too many Alone and revealing gold glow a bad idea*
*hears archon*

Sorry this is a human galexey... Please move along xeno.

*Turns round and sees the kabilite, there's very little furniture and wonders how it even snuck past her in a room with a ciboard, a few bits and bobs and some chairs and bed rolls, a green lamp.. *

What are you all even doing on this backwater planet?
Eceryone... Is randomly being drawn here and this is getting mad.

*the Archon gives Marla a condescending look*
No. I think I'll stay around here for a little while longer, maybe I'll move my summer home to this fine planet.... little girl.
*gives her a mocking smile before deliberately turning his back to her*

*the Kabalite kinda wonders the same thing, and does her best to become one with the shadows, even though she knows it's a rather futile effort*

*DeQuest just shrugs and sighs*
Welcome to the life of the Guardsman. Bad luck is drawn to us like moths to a bug zapper

*Krump eyes the Raider suspiciously*

Krump: AN' 'OW IZ I GUNNA FIT ON DERE?

*Krump grins to himself as he remembers waving the last one around like a large spiky metal 2x4*