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Darkvoidof40k wrote:Bravo Warork! That was an extremely good bit of writing.

I know it is, I wrote it...

But srsly, thanks, I do my best!

((OOC Apologies for my absence, Uni has kicked off again here. However, I am very happy to see that you have continued to post and with such quality. I hope to see more of this work soon!

I actually did have something to post, but I lost it when I tried to post it. I will have it up this afternoon. Promise.))

Character: Avare
Location: Underground, outside the sacrificial chamber
Situation: Storming the chamber

Avare wasn't sure Brother Agypus had been wise in mentioning the corrupt Arbites to Proctor Jager. Avare wasn't ignorant of the Badab War, nor the role the Minotaurs played in it. Killing your former comrades wasn't done lightly, and it was an unspoken taboo to talk of it. Avare was sure Brother Agypus wouldn't have taken kindly to similar advice towards him. Then again, so far Agypus hadn't exactly been...lucid. As if reading her thoughts, the towering Astartes came to a stop and turned to face her. His glance tore Avare from her stray thoughts, and she silently berated herself for her lack of focus. Gesturing with a massive shrug of his shoulder, Agypus pointed out a rockcrete doorway. "There are several tunnels converging on this position, and there are signs of heavy traffic. I believe this is the way to the sacrificial chamber."

Avare nodded to Slavro, who retrieved a demo-charge from the Stormtrooper Adiel and went about placing it on the door. Letting the sergeant work, Avare addressed the other members of the retinue, trying to carry authority in her voice without speaking too loudly. "The sacrificial chamber is ahead. You've all seen the picts that Engineseer Holtz provided, most of the room is taken up by a pit devoted to their thrice-damned heathen gods. On the far side is an altar, my guess is that's where they'll concentrate their defence. Rally, Brother Agypus, Sister Lucia, Trooper Furn and Trooper Adiel will provide covering fire from this side of the pit, while also keeping a watch for any straggling Jackals behind us. Slavro, Ghast and Khan circumvent the pit and advance on the right. Claudius, Zeta and I will take the left. Is that clear?" A murmur of assent and a slight shuffling as the team took their positions answered her in the dimly lit cavern.

"Interrogator, the demo-charge is ready." Slavro said as he quickly backed away from the rockcrete door.

"Good. Let's secure this objective already and get the hell out of this stinking gak of a hive. Blow it. " Avare snapped.

"CLEAR!" Slavro shouted, the retinue echoing him so that their mouth was open when the explosion sounded. In these close quarters, the noise could defean them if they didn't take such precautions. The demo-charge blew the door inwards, the remains of the rockcrete either collapsing into the pit, or sending out a deadly spray of shrapnel. The time for subtlety over, the inquisitorial agents roared, though it was impossible to tell whether each person shouted a personal battlecry or if they just made any sort of noise, as they stormed the chamber. Brother Agypus was shouting again, though Avare couldn't hear what it was about. Their attack brought several of the cultists down, killing or wounding three Jackals before the rest could dive for cover.

Although Avare couldn't know it, the efforts of Team Fallen, combined with the arrival of the pursuing Arbites, had broken the Jackals. Though fierce fighters in their own right, when one compared them to competing gangs in the underhive, as gangers they had a decent sense of self-preservation. Seeing half their hideout put to the torch, losing scores of their own to mysterious attackers and finally having the dreaded wrath of the arbites fall upon them (seeing as they could not know the real reason for their arrival) the majority of the Crimson Jackals had wisely fled. Though no one on Team Fury particularily cared, after the attack the Crimson Jackals never recovered and their vast territory was divided up between the many other cartels. While the underhive would remain as lawless and deadly as ever, the Crimson Jackals were finished.
The gangers that had stayed to defend the sacrificial chamber were different. Out of anger, idiocy, bloodthirstiness or sheer insanity most of the more veteran members had chosen to make a stand, a somewhat novel notion in the underhive. They were vicious, they were experienced and what's more they were trapped, and fought like only cornered vermin can. The returning fusiliade was furious, forcing the retinue to momentarily duck for any cover. Where they got the plasma gun Avare would never know, it was simply impossible for mere gangers to sport that kind of technology. The bald-headed cultists wielding it fired the deadly weapon quickly before ducking back behind the altar. Trooper Adiel was hit head-on, his upper torso utterly incerated by the concentrated blast of energy.

"Oh gak!" Avare yelped as she hit the dirt, she'd been standing two paces away from the unfortunate stormtrooper and felt the strong wave of heat.

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Outside. There were noises. Dulled by the thick doors that seperated it from the chamber, but its sharp hearing could make out the noises all the same. Shouts, an explosion, gunshots, the wet sounds of impacts on flesh, followed by the screaming from the wounded or silence as the body hit the ground. It was...beautiful.

The thing stirred, standing upright in the chamber for the first time in too many years to keep track of. Although the chamber was easily three meters high, it was still too confined to be comfortable. But it mattered little. Outside awaited. War. Death. Battle. Blood...

Character: Aajz
Location: Underground, outside the sacrificial chamber
Situation: Scanning location

"Lady Av-" the vox crackled but the sound it produced was drowned out by the din of battle overhead. Bursts of plasma fire ignited and scorched the rockrete the team had taken cover against. Although the torrent of fire was heavy, it was largely inaccurate with solid rounds ricocheting of the walls of the tunnels. The fierce resistance couldn't last, they would run out of ammunition soon.

What was worrying Aajz was the auspex reading. There was a very large bio-signature resonating nearby, although the auspex reading was blocked by the ferrocrete used to construct the foundation of the underhive. Despite this, Aajz could try to guess what was nearby, firstly it was too big to be human or even an abhuman. Secondly, the planetary report showed that there was no native alien life still in existance that could reach such a huge size, which narrowed it down. Was it a xenos? Her time serving with the Ordo Xenos had her study numerous large and dangerous xenos creatures, although she had not encountered them herself. Was it a burrowing Tyranid? They had a reputation of introducing large vanguard organisms, however, they tended to be incredibly covert and this creature was not trying to even disguise it's biosignature. Plus there had been no reports of any genestealer cults or mysterious monstrosities stalking the underhive which is the usual basis for Tyranid creatures.

What was incredibly odd was that the biosignature phased in and out of existance, it was puzzling, and very difficult to determine if it was the signal interference or if it meant that the creature was something far more sinister.

The noise had lessened as the gangers reduced their rate of fire as the ammunition began to dry up. "Lady Avare, I am getting mixed readings of a large creature in the near vicinity we-"

There was an explosion, the cultist wielding the plasma gun had overheated and the gun had exploded, searing the lock on the chamber door.

There was silence. Then a dull thud against the door. And another, until slowly the door creaked open.

Will write something up tomorrow.

((OOC Awesome Snarky, thanks for noticing the looming threat without giving the game away. I'll introduce it in this post, and I shouldn't have to point out that killing it will be very difficult. ))

Character: Avare
Location: Left side of the Sacrificial pit
Situation: Going from Bad to Worse


The remaining Jackals fired sporadically now, trying to conserve their ammo. The inquistorial team was making good progress; Avare, Claudius and the Callidus had managed to get halfway around the pit to the left while Soric, Ghast and Khan were making progress on the right.

Avare was momentarily distracted by Sister Lucia calling after her. Turning to listen, she let Zeta and Claudius continue to advance. "Lady Avare, I am getting mixed readings of a large creature in the near vicinity we-"
Before she could continue Avare saw the plasma-wielding cultist grin wildly at her. There was no cover here, and Avare was sure this would be her last moments as the cultist fired. Luckily, the Emperors Benediction smiled upon her, and the poorly-maintained plasma gun exploded in a brilliant flash of light, obliterating the cultist, two of his compatriots and searing some sort of lock to a vault just behind the altar in the process. Avare was still counting her blessings to the most merciful God-Emperor when the doors creaked open.

The thing stepped out from the darkness of the vault. One would be hard pressed to call it a man, even if one applied the loosest sense of the term that included Astartes. It was a mockery, a jeering slap in the face to what noble Astartes should hold themselves to be. As Avare stood in stunned silence, she couldn't tell what it's armour was. It had the appearence of power armour but it...moved, as if the painted deamonic faces that coated it were actually screaming and moving in either agony or impatience. It's helmet was a faceless visage, reminiscent of the warriors found on a feudal world Avare had once encountered. But the warriors there had been human, and never so intimidating or ful of malice as this creature. A bolt pistol was holstered at its side, but Avare's eyes were drawn to the chainsword it held in a vice-like grip, the weapon showed several layers of dried blood but the obvious lack of care and maintenance only made it appear more deadly. On it's left pauldron Avare could see the runic symbol of Khorne, the Chaos God of War and Blood, and on its right pauldron there was an icon of fangs sinking into a planet. Avare had seen that once before, in Remus' grimoire of Traitor Legions. With a rising dread, she realised what stood before them. A Khorne Berserker of the World Eaters.

One of the surviving gangers cheered, raising a fist he shouted "Khorne is with u-" The chainsword bit deep into the unfortunate Jackals skull before he could finish. The chainsword had been inactive, but with a whir of motion and noise it kicked into action, spraying the blood and brain matter of the ganger in a fountain of gore. The Callidus Assassin, Zeta, was the first to snap out of shock, springing towards the most obvious threat in the room in a few bounding leaps. Turning slowly, the Khorne beserker showed no emotion as the Imperial Assassin leaped into the air, bringing the C'tan phase sword slashing down diagnolly in a lightning fast motion that would have killed any other man. The Beserker was faster that he looked though, and took a single step back. The blow still struck, the sword slicing through the chest armour like artificial-butter, but only scored a glancing blow and didn't wound the beserker himself.
It was the last mistake the Imperial Assassin would ever make. Back exposed, Zeta could do nothing when the beserker retaliated, bringing the whirring chainsword slashing down. Zeta tried to writhe out of the way, but all that afforded was that the clean blow to the neck was missed. Instead, the chainsword bit deep into the shoulder, the Assassin's lifeblood sprayed up into the air as the chainsword went further. In two seconds, the chainsword had cut through the sternum, Zeta was limp and dead, but the beserker continued to hack at his sorry corpse until iit went through the other side around the hip area. Zeta, silent effienct Zeta, lay in two parts before the maddened Beserker.

"Oh Throne." Avare swore, disbelieving. Oh Throne, no.

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Blood! After decades the blood was flowing again. At his feet the corpes of the Emperor's lackey lay in ruins, never to rise again. The assassins blood seeped into the dirt. Kraat, the thing remember his name now, breathed the it in. Glorious. But not enough. Never enough.

Turning his gaze to the other weaklings, still in shock at his victory, he crowed as he stomped forward. "Enemies...we need more enemies."

(OCC: i am suddenly very glad to be several levels above and away from the chamber after seeing first hand what loyal no-warp fueled Astartes can do. Good luck guys! )

Subject: Wilson
Location: OP
Status: Performing Fist Aid/ Defending OP

Wilson tore open the First aid kit, feverishly trying to remember what little first aid he had been taught and wondering how the hell he was supposed to ally it to a Space Marine, he dimly remember rumors that they had redundant organs, he settled on covering up the worst holes.

but the wounds where scabbing over almost as he watched, forming a tough layer over the injury. "Sacred throne." he whispered, tying off the bandages and shaking loose a pair of pain-killer tablets for himself before lifting his flamer back up to the ready position and returning to the defense of the outpost.

The Arbites were inside the building, but advancing slowly, having lost a number of their force to Wilson's traps, but several had formed a shield wall, those in the second rank holding their shields up to deflect thrown grenades, they were just emerging from the stairs when wilson rejoined the defense line, and hosed them down with his flamer. Only their supply room and the corridor remained under their control. Gaps appeared in the Arbite wall as the burning promethium claimed them and Mikal quickly took advantage of the weakness to atomize another through the opening with his pistol before they could drop their guard. but still they came on.

Character: Khan
Location: Right side of the Sacrificial pit
Situation: Death or Glory

Khan studied the terrible behemoth of dark sciences that stood before them. An avatar of Khorne, in perhaps one of the most horrifying ways perceivable - this foe was wretchedly living proof that even the greatest of humanity was not infallible, not incorruptible. Every single one of them had the capacity to be turned into something vile and horrific, such as the servant of the blood god that they now faced; whether through greed, pride, ambition, desperation, anger, pleasure, desire or anything else. Even he was merely just another man, albeit hardened against such heresy. It was a humbling truth, one that must be accepted lest you fall from grace out of ignorance and pride.

He snapped out of his musings, already changing his Lasgun to single-shot mode and setting it to full-power. This little rugged beauty could now punch through carapace armour, hell it would even blast through Power armor if given long enough. He'd fought such vile and vicious warriors before, with the same trusty rifle that he held now. He took aim as Soric let loose with a frag, killing or sending the rest of the gangers into cover. The high-powered laser beams impacted into the chest-plate of the Khorne Berzerker, searing the ancient ceramite and leaving steaming burn-marks. He quickly ducked back into cover as the fallen Astartes returned fire with an archaic Bolt pistol. The rest of the team had also opened fire, .75 calibre Bolt rounds and laser beams flying about the room. A large chunk of the upturned table he was hiding behind exploded as a Bolt round detonated upon impacting it. He cursed as the cheap wood grazed his left arm.

If I can get behind him, Khan thought, a plan formulating in his mind. "Soric! Cover me, I'm going to try and get him from the back!" He called to the nearby Stormtrooper, who nodded and began firing. Khan looked up in horror as the World Eaters Marine began charging Avare and those around her, heedless of the semi-automatic over-charged laser fire filling the air around him.

Khan ran as fast as he could, crouched, to where Zeta's corpse lay a bloody ruin. He grimaced at the sight, but nonetheless knew what he must do. He eschewed his Lasrifle, discarding it reverently nearby, in favor of Zeta's Phase sword, which glowed ominously. He also drew his own blade from its sheath on his back, the master-crafted psychic sword crackling to life. He fixed his gaze on the back of the traitor astartes, and advanced carefully, blades raised. As he did, he began summoning his great and terrible powers once more; he felt it build up inside him, as he neared the Khorne warrior he prepared to channel his full might into his force sword, his eyes filled with ethereal power, like a raging warp storm.

I'm going to wait for others to post so everyone has a chance to keep up with the dying before I go and try and steal all the glory like the crazy psyker I am. l

Glorious, Dark. Just glorious.

BIC:

Character: Soric
Location: right side of the sacraficial pit.
Situation: Covering Khan

Soric did as he was asked, and sprayed the beast with high powered las beams that were able to punch through power armour, if luck was on his side. He had taken some care of his shoulder, several aid items lay scattered around him. With the aid of pain-killers, he was able to use hisl eft arm again. Though it was still seeping blood, for he had no time to apply synth-skin, he kept up his fire.

To his horror he saw the beast turning to face Avare's team. He tried to draw the attention away from them, by firing concentrated fire on the Traitor Astartes, he didn't care about the cultists anymore.

Soric saw Khan powering up to use his Magiks again. He felt his skin crawling, and his neck hair standing up straight. Blinking his eyes, he kept his mind on the task ahead. He switched to single shot, and he aimed at a weak spot in the Traitor's armor. The beast was still turned away from him, and Soric punched a clean hole through the massive monster's leg armour.

The Khornate Champion slowed his advance on Avare and the others, and seemed to be limping on his left leg. Soric felt relieved he was able to do some good,he had scored a wounding hit against the 3 meters high behemoth, giving Avare a chance to get clear and Khan to work up his Magiks.

Soric was not content with only one wound though, and he still kept up his fire. By now, slug rounds and other las beams were kicking up the dust around him and punching holes in his cover, but Soric ignored it all. He kept letting of vicious shot after vicious shot. One beam managed to punch though the thing's backpack, and steam hissed out as in response. By now, the Khornate Champion turned his attention away from Avare, and turned towards the one who so unritiualisticly damaging his revered armour. The Champion raised his bolt pistol, and Soric quickly dashed away, leaving a blasted piece of cover behind as the bolt shell obliterated his cover.

Having been forced out of his cover, he dove carelesly behind the next piece of cover, but to his surpise he was sharing it with someone else. Looking up, he saw the toothy grin of a large cultists murderously gazing at Soric. Soric slammed the but of his rifle in the brute's face, but it only reeled back, and spat out a couple of shattered teeth. The brute sported a vicious knife, used to gut animals with. Soric quickly drew his machete which was kept at his shin, and he quickly fended of the brute's knife swing which would otherwise gut him outright.

Both of them were on their knees covering from enemy incoming fire, but they heedlessly fought on. Soric scored a wounding hit on the brute's shoulder and blood squirted on the two's faces. His guard down, the brute stuck his knife in Soric's unguarded right side. Soric gazed at the knife and the hand still holding it. He forced himself to fight on, and deftly cut off the offender's hand. The hand still cluthed the knife in Soric's side, and the brute unbelievingly watched as more blood squirted out of the stump where once his hand was.

Yet the large man also refused to just lay down and die. A large cut in his shoulder and his hand gone, the brute punched Soric in the stomach twice, and Soric felt his world turning inside out. He gaged as the brute hit him another time, but Soric lashed out in response, burrying the machete in the brute's stomach, and pulling it upwards, effectivly gutting the cultist. The brute squeeled, and more blood gulched out.By now, Soric was now covered in stinking blood.

Soric tried to take out his machete, but it was stuck hard. "Why won't you just die!" he yelled, upon which the heretic spat a goblet of spit in Soric's face. Soric let go of the machete in the cultists's gutted belly, and put his hands around the brute's neck. He forced all his might into suffocating the large cultists, and the brute's face quickly turned pale. Soric used his last strength left in his arms, and the cultist let out a last sigh, and Soric felt the brute's strength ebbing away. In the end, Soric was suffocating an already dead man.

He let go of the corpse, and realised the gutting knife was still stuck in his side. He pulled himself upright, and sat against an pile of stacked crates. He pulled the knife out in one go, blood following it's way out. Soric was bleeding from various wounds, and it felt like his somach just exploded inwards by the brute's vicious stomping.

He looked over his cover and wondered what he could do to help his brothers in arms.


(EDIT: Various typos)

OOC: There Darko, he's wounded. Kill him.

OOC: As far as I can tell, Slavro is in the same place as Avare. Amirite? Ill be posting tonight.

Toastedandy wrote:OOC: As far as I can tell, Slavro is in the same place as Avare. Amirite? Ill be posting tonight.

To be precise, you're with Khan and Soric on the right side of the sacraficial pit.

also, I'M WOUNDED, HELP MEH!

Scrazza wrote:OOC: There Darko, he's wounded. Kill him.

Soric and Blake, scratch two brutes.

It helped immensely that I was listening to Sabaton whilst reading your post.

Meh.. I'd love to kill the Marine, but everyone else deserves a chance to die fight.

Unless I "do a Darko" and just go and write a crazy-long event in a game that isn't even mine..

Scrazza wrote:

Toastedandy wrote:OOC: As far as I can tell, Slavro is in the same place as Avare. Amirite? Ill be posting tonight.

To be precise, you're with Khan and Soric on the right side of the sacraficial pit.

also, I'M WOUNDED, HELP MEH!

Slavro should just grab Aajz if possible and help our poor wounded Ousian friend, whilst I steal the glory and get me a nice trophy and new log-recording on my character's profile.


Also, to further reinforce what I was saying, we're all just going to be happy and fine (except Scrazz) unless we give EF a chance to post before he dies. Although.. that Marine's back does look particularly stabable right now..

Yeah, I think I over-used the word 'brute'.

But go ahead Darko, do your Magik, and kill it. Hurry, it's now storming towards you.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:

Toastedandy wrote:OOC: As far as I can tell, Slavro is in the same place as Avare. Amirite? Ill be posting tonight.

To be precise, you're with Khan and Soric on the right side of the sacraficial pit.

also, I'M WOUNDED, HELP MEH!

Slavro should just grab Aajz if possible and help our poor wounded Ousian friend, whilst I steal the glory and get me a nice trophy and new log-recording on my character's profile.

Naw, bullocks. If I knew that, I wouldn't have goten myself wounded and just killed the space marine.

bah, much more glory to be had in this game.

Scrazza wrote:bah, much more glory to be had in this game.

And it's mine! All mine! -manic laughter-

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:bah, much more glory to be had in this game.

And it's mine! All mine! -manic laughter-

Pfft, I'll let you have the Marine. You killing off the marine only opens up space for me to run off with the manservant.

Bwuahaha. Bwuahahahaha. Bwuahahahahahahaaha.

Scrazza wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:bah, much more glory to be had in this game.

And it's mine! All mine! -manic laughter-

Pfft, I'll let you have the Marine. You killing off the marine only opens up space for me to run off with the manservant.

Bwuahaha. Bwuahahahaha. Bwuahahahahahahaaha.

But then I could execute you for being naughty, thus gaining further prestige. Wait a tick.. actually, yeah, you run off with the manservant! -wide cat grin-

No no no, I'm not running OFF with the manservant. I'm running off with the manservant to Avare, and then I could brag about how I did that.

Scrazza wrote:No no no, I'm not running OFF with the manservant. I'm running off with the manservant to Avare, and then I could brag about how I did that.

Actually, that's a good idea. Not what you said, you're miserable and useless. But what I'm about to say. Yes, indeed.

You should go save the manservant in some heroic and awesome way, as you do, then we can both mock everyone else for being useless. Then I can kill you for being a heretic, get the manservant to safety, a whole further 1cm away from where he was previously standing, claim glory for killing your heretic ass and for saving the manservant from your dead heretic ass.

Then I'll decree the Emperor a heretic and sh*t will really hit the fan..

We should really stay on Topic Darko. I have no intention to being a glory boy, I just want to have fun playing this game. I'll just play my part in it.

Scrazza wrote:We should really stay on Topic Darko. I have no intention to being a glory boy, I just want to have fun playing this game. I'll just play my part in it.

I'm bored.. off-topic often ensues.. even if it is mildly related.

I want to write the death of the blasphemously traitorous heretic of an Astartes, but it'd spoil the fun for everyone else.

Well, just RP the 'almost death' of an astartes.

Character: Rally Jager
Location: sacrificial chamber
Situation: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

"Gak!" rally proclaimed rolling away from a grenade from the gangers.
She looked over to the others as they fought against the traitor marine.
*A bad mistake... focusing on the brute while their remains gangers scattered around.*
She thought hitting a blood crazed ganger with her maul then delivering a kick to his gut sending him into a fire pit
A few shots hit around her, one nicking her shoulder.
"Frak! If you want to play that way... Fine by me." She said raising her plasma pistol at the two gangers and opening fire.
One shot caught one mid gut vaporizing his chest, the other took the shot to the head, killing them both.
The gun started to heat up in her hands.
(gets hot roll of 2 and 2)

(some one shot that beserker or I will, and it will be like Indiana Jones raiders of the lost ark with the bandit king!)

Reisen-tanith wrote:(some one shot that beserker or I will, and it will be like Indiana Jones raiders of the lost ark with the bandit king!)

You're not robbing me of this one!

But we are however going to wait for awhile and give others a chance to post before I fry the Marine's soul.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:You should go save the manservant in some heroic and awesome way, as you do, then we can both mock everyone else for being useless.

OOC: Oh really? Finding the manservant, protecting the manservant, providing the team with up to date info on their targets, defending the base from corrupt arbiters, saving Wilson and Ronan, and to top it all off, losing an arm in the process...

What the feth am I? Chopped Kroot jerky?