Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**blood reaper**

"I've broken past most of the defensive programs and will be have full use of the tablet in at lest 20-30 minutes. What ever that creature is please try to control it."
Sindri returns to his work on the tablet.

**halonachos**

"We were told not to engage it and I have no prior knowledge of this creature, I assumed that it may be a secret weapon of some sorts."

**Mordoskul**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I don't have a clue anymore.

Dear Sir,

All you have done since entering this Roleplay has been to criticize and complain about the play style of either myself or that of your fellow players. You have been rude and condescending throughout, and have contributed nothing of substance to this thread. Therefore as Game Master, I now expel you from this thread. Goodbye.

Best Regards,

Mordoskul

**blood reaper**

"I see, we should be careful then. It seem to be to dangerous but I do have good news , I've decoded the Tablet and have it ready for the Conclave."

**Darkvoidof40k**

Mordoskul wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I don't have a clue anymore.

Dear Sir,

All you have done since entering this Roleplay has been to criticize and complain about the play style of either myself or that of your fellow players. You have been rude and condescending throughout, and have contributed nothing of substance to this thread. Therefore as Game Master, I now expel you from this thread. Goodbye.

Best Regards,

Mordoskul

How pleasant. I get criticized for my criticism, and when I try to forward the roleplay, I get kicked.

Dang Mordo, I thought better of you.

And on that note, I bid this thread farewell. Feel free to give my character as horrible an end as you wish.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

(OOC: If you didn't do that soon mordo I was tempted to message you my self and ask you to talk to him)
"ohh noes my gun appears to be mis firing"
*Gaz sprays shots into Jake, as he does this Jakes body is wracked in bullet hole and just flis through the air and crumples to the ground with a loud thud. Blood
started gushing out of all the bullet holes within seconds
"oops I slipped"
*Gaz smiled he never liked Jake since he tried being funny on the way.
"ohh well we need to get moving now"

**darksage**

"How come you got to kill him? I mean.. Iera...lets go." James began walking towards the objective.

**Mortified**

TheWildHost wrote:(Actualy fly is carrying you)

Crap.

Fixed!

**Mordoskul**

Interlude- That Which Does Not Kill Us

Rachel slammed another clip into her assault rifle, the spent magazine once locked into her weapon clattered to the ground near a gleaming pile of hundreds of shell casings. Beta Group was pinned within one of the foundries targeted for destruction, fighting a desperate battle in maddeningly tight corridors. As with all Conclave buildings, the factory had been built with invasion in mind, with kill spot built into the walls, as well as ceiling mounted turrets that spat lead death at Rachel's squad as she tried to maneuver through the halls. Dan had taken a manstopper round from a Mauler at point-blank range as he turned a corner, blowing clean through him in a cloud of pink mist. Rachel had shoved his corpse forward, putting the Enforcer off-balance just long enough for her to splatter his brains across the ceiling with a bullet from the pistol she had held under his chin. It had quickly devolved into a mess of stabbing and up close shooting, with corpses clogging the hallways. The UN had been forced back, herded again and again into kill zones were Ghosts had burst their skulls with high-powered rounds from their armored cubbyholes built into the walls. Rachel and her squad had become separated from the rest of Group Beta, then she later separated from them when a blast door slammed shut in front of her as she attempted to follow the rest of her squad. The door had slammed shut with such force that it had severed Earl's arm at the elbow, leaving the severed member on her side as it's owner screamed behind the steel door. As she attempted to make contact with her squad, she detected a faint humming behind her. As she turned, the hidden Phantom uncloaked and moved in for the kill, his purple neural scythe glowing with malice. The attack came swiftly, too fast for Rachel to avoid fully, and the wicked blade slid through her helmet and carved a furrow through her cheek. Rachel twitched crazily as the blade's power field wreaked havoc with her nervous system, causing synapses to misfire and blood trickled from her nose. Regaining some sort of control, she rolled to the side, avoiding the killing stroke. Reaching to her belt, she grasped the hilt of her signature weapon; a power saw. Revving the whirring blade, she brought it under the Phantom's left armpit, sawing through the limb with ease, the stump spurting blood erratically as the limb hit the floor with a wet smack. "C'mon fether, I'm ready..." The Phantom said nothing in reply, swiping again with his curved sickle-blade, but the attack was sloppy, his senses dulled from blood loss. Overreaching, the neural scythe struck the wall with a dull clang, allowing Rachel to decapitate him with a well-placed swing of her roaring weapon. Fountaining gore, the corpse hit the ground with a dull thud.

**TheWildHost**

"Shhhhhhh don't worry, you will make it out alive go back to sleep if you can" I say calming foley. I wipe some of her hair out of her face "James, i think Sh** just hit the fan" I say readying my jet pack. I pick up Jakes spare .12 gauge shells and ready my own shot gun and rifle" Hey, foley, Can you shoot a pistol while I fly, just to make sure we don't get shot down." I say seeing how foleys facial features stuck out."It is Ok if you can't."

**halonachos**

blood reaper wrote:"I see, we should be careful then. It seem to be to dangerous but I do have good news , I've decoded the Tablet and have it ready for the Conclave."

May I suggest opening tab '11' it seems odd to be the only one made entirely out of numbers.

**blood reaper**

Sorry about that but I don't how it works.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Finally...

...

...

... Rachel comes into it!

**shroud010**

Yo i am back

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil- Night 1

As the the ragged remains of Group Kappa make their way through the darkened streets of Chicago, Taylor stops suddenly, his face covered in a sheen of greasy sweat as he signals for you to stop. He turns slowly towards you, making no sudden movements. "We're being hunted."

**Mordoskul**

(Sindri)

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**Mortified**

I swallow and try to calm down. It helped, but still, I can only stammer out, "Y-yeah. O-of course!" I grab my pistol to be ready, "Even if I don't have a leg, I've still got arms, haven't I? A little bit of leg pain won't stop me!"

**blood reaper**

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**darksage**

"What did you see?" James turns scoping out the area where they were coming from to get a glance of what it was.

**TheWildHost**

Im confused, Mort I thought we were in combat, if we are not then never mind.

**darksage**

OOCWe had finished up combat and kept moving.

**shroud010**

OOC: jumping back in confusion. can someone explain

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil-Night 1

Taylor speaks in a soft whisper, making sure to keep his voice down. "Like dogs, balloon things on back, human faces, fangs. Six. In the windows, don't look."

**darksage**

"Someone, toss a grenade at the open window." James feels the grip on his rifle knowing in a few seconds, it would be him or them. "We can't wait for them to strike first."

**TheWildHost**

As fly lighty put foley down he begins to prep an assult grenade( Less boom more shards)" I got those beasties" he says tossing the grenade "Sleep tight you ugly Sh*ts"
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**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC: i am not sure whats happened with my char so i am just gunna post this hoping it is right :/
BIC: mac is struggling to keep up with the group because he is still feeling very hazy from his head being rammed into his skull and he keeps throwing
up in his helmet so he lifts up the visor to take some deep breaths and to sort out his sick ness. after a few seconds his puts his visor back down and shouts "WAIT UP!"
and breaks into a jog to catch up with the group.

**darksage**

OOC Dude you're with us and it was bad writing, he didn't mean to say your head got bashed into your ribcage.

**shroud010**

Dab any news from HQ about those things, also any info on the rebels?

**halonachos**

No news about those... things... all I know is that we are ordered not to engage. No news on the rebels yet, but Sindri is working on a captured tablet and will hopefully get some useful info out of it.

**shroud010**

alright, ill examine the corspes of our newly appointed yard decorations.