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**blood reaper**

"Then you fall."

The Star Serpent fires a beam of atomic energy that slices through Marius's arm leaving a burning scorched stump in its place, it sends another beam that leaves Marius on his back in utter terror and pain and hears faint, familiar voices.....

"....Will you be joining us anytime soon brother...."

His fallen comrades, his brothers in arms and another far fouler voice that sends shivers down his artificial spine;

".....Come Marius, I wish to feast on your soul......"

Marius watches as Shas stands over him, the once proud Firewarrior was now a hideous hybrid of Tau and Necronty. His eyes soulless and a bleak staff of glowing green energy in his right hand, he held it high over Marius and prepared to push it through the Dreadnoughts helm.

The Emperors Children saw the masses of Word Bearers, Cultists and War-Machines and the many Sorcerers conducting rituals of Daemon binding. The Chaos Lord was confronted by a mass of Sorcerers each highly decorated and dedicated to a variety of Chaos Gods, one moved forward and bowed before handing the Slannesh lord a data-pad.

"These are details of a Ork Waagghh gathering near the area, destroy it and crush it. We will pay you handsomely."

**Tyranic Marta**

(Astartes dont feel fear, let alone fully metal astartes, just pointing this out for the last time.)

Gah
this is rediculous

Marius sees the energy beams coming and erects a kine shield which absorbs the energy. He doesnt retaliate.
"If you would let me finish there will be no need for that. I say that I will not allow you to harm my brothers, so you must remove this thought from me. Reconstruct me star serpent"

**blood reaper**

Marius watches as his form disintegrates around him, only to resurrect as a skeletal being in black shrouds and carry a strange ethereal blade. His mind cold and almost devoid of independent thought. Little remains in his mind of his past life, it drained by the foul C'tan but a voice remains a black foul voice.

"You......cannot......escape.....me...."

**Tyranic Marta**

(

thats not what I was hoping for, was thinking of like an epic necrony dreadnought thing... maybe with a tail... ah well)

The warrior tries to open its mouth and speak, but in a halting cadence littered with mechanical clicks, its voice tries to speak, falters and then grows dim.

{I am Mar... Mar... Mar... dddddzzzttiooo...}

The warrior seems to slump in its sockets and all it can see is a cyan blue readout flickering across its Visuals

->
->
->
->
->Systems check... operational... all systems... functioning
->at full... Identity... Serial code: 71957143... Galactic
->Location... 122256/955632/3.4 planar levels...
->Planetary location... L.1.1569/L.2.8452... Audiovisual,
->operational. Activating artificial intellegence. Identity:
->Ghostwolf... Personality MK.IX.I.I.III. Weaponry:...
->W... w....
->
->Unidentifiable... |

The warrior abruptly stands straight and examines the weapon, his robe billowing about him without actually being attatched to his body, ethereal winds propelling it around him like smoke. His vision notes aspects of the weapon and it lists them in its cyan text before making an assessment

->
->
->
->Weaponry: Unique... Armour... Functional... Self
->repair... Functional... Primary directive...
->Absent... Activating communications suite... |

{Why do I exist?}

**blood reaper**

"To serve me.....slay Syrath....reap the galaxy of life.....conquer the next and the next for all eternity.....bring me souls for the reaping.....you are Marius..."

->Objectives
->
->
->
->
-> Slay Syrath, warp being
*
*
*
-> Return to me.....

(OOC) C'tan missions are green and you are a large Necronic-Wolf like being

**Tyranic Marta**

hmmmm... drop the wolf side of things and Im good, just a large necrony warrior with a cool sword and some extra doodads will do.

{This unit understands. Prime directive: Serve. Secondary Directive: destroy the entity known as Syrath. Indentity... Indentity 'Marius' is unknown, this unit identifies with serial code 71957143 or Ghostwolf. 'Marius' indentification pattern is not present.}

**blood reaper**

"Good.....his former....mind cannot emerge...."

The C'tan turns away, along with the former Shas'O

"And remember who you serve....machine."

The Necron looked at the C'tan, its eyes and soul devoid of its former inhibitor

"...Old friend...."

....Come back......

....Fenris needs you.....

A voice long forgotten reaches into Marius's mind.

Mikal.

**Tyranic Marta**

The ghostly warrior set off across the plains, heedless of the voice in his mind, yet it torments him. His soul fights with the memory banks of the machine, battles against tthe personality recordings. But for the moment, Marius is trapped.

For the moment.

The blade clutched in the warrior's hand glows a faint blue, kines of energy flickering over it and arcing to his own body, playing over the living steel in a lightshow that illuminates the ground in the fading light. Ghostwolf looks to the hill where the daemon is retreating from and angles towards that point. The daemon could run. Yes, but this warrior was now tireless. If he had to walk across the stars to find this daemon he would. And deep in the warriors psyche a voice yelled in agreement. And a wolf stalked in the shadows of his mind...

**blood reaper**

Syrath stood on top of the massive spire, he looked down and watched his forces. 1st War-Legion marines were tearing opennings in the icy ground, they poured magma and burned flesh into the great craters. They were forging a new realm, most of his own had been destroyed when he fought that insufferable wolf and had paid the price. Half of his face had been scarred and burnt away, his once steering eyes had become sparks. He sighed but returned to his throne, a shattered stone throne but it was still a place of rest and he felt a new being arrive. Something that would prove a threat.

**Tyranic Marta**

The spire punched high into the sky around it a searing redness that the warriors auspex was forced to filter so as to save the lenses. The heavy footfalls of Ghostwolf seemed to be ironic considering its name. THe warrior advanced but it was not swift, or graceful. But the time for speed and grace would come soon. Speed for his sword, grace in the death of his foe. As he approached the spire he began to encounter daemons, gooing about their tasks with mindless repitition they failed to notice the warrior in thier midst. And so he walked, a single black entity moving through lines of pitiless daemons scarred and branded with an ugly seal. His eyes were only fixed on one point however, the height of the spire.

**blood reaper**

"What is this? Has a Necron come to taunt me? I think not!"

Syrath raises his staff and bombards the Necron with strong magics that dent and break his metal form. He walks away, tired and weak.

**Tyranic Marta**

-.-

The metal of the warrior regenerates and heedless he ascends the staircase. the tip of his sword pinging of every step. Daemons now try to cut him down yet the suppressed consiousness of marius erects a kine shield around the warrior preventing the creatures from aprroaching him.

**blood reaper**

Marius is haunted by his minds shadow, taunting, mocking and looking upon him with utter and furious disgust. Despite a new body, Marius here's the screams of his former mind.....

**Tyranic Marta**

Ghostwolf supresses the thoughts with a simple thought, his machine mind ignoreing the torment. As the warrior ascends the spire he is now forced to grimly cut down the daemons that block his path. They rush towards him as the kine shield drops and with a strange fuidity his blade sweeps through cuting down the daemons with conssumate ease. It was a terrifying sight, his blade whipping not into the daemons, but through them, hacking so swifty that the bodies of the daemons clatter past him, unable to defend themselves from the weapon. And truly, no warrior has ever fought like this shade of Marius. Not since that battle between Marius and Lucian themselves in the realms of Syrath has such skill been shown. The warriors body seems to liquidify and reshape as it fights, the body could be facing fowards walking steadily arm hacking ne moment and then the legs are still walking forwards but the body facing behind him the next, decimating the daemons that surround i in fast sharp movements that seem to flow together like a raging torrent. And not once does its feet still. Always they ascend.

**Durza**

Argylle stood atop the Land Raider as it hurtled towards the Waagh. Behind him sat nine Raptors, and inside the vehicle were ten Noise Marines. Four similar tanks followed closely. Argylle raised his sword above his head, allowing the daemon to reshape it to better serve in its next task. The blade glowed a brilliant red, narrowing and lengthening to a seven foot katana. The chaos lord backflipped off his tank, taking to the air with his squad. Behind them, he knew the rest of his force was doing the same.

The five Raptor teams split up as the Land Raiders came to a stop, allowing the Noise Marines to disembark. The songs of Sonic Blasters soon filled the air. Oblivious to the deaths of their comrades, the Orks began charging. Then the Blastmasters came into play. As they scattered death among the greenskins' ranks, the force broke up piece by piece, picked off by Raptor strikes or Blaster shots as they ran. Argylle searched for the warboss. If he hadn't been burned, the Waagh wouldn't be over.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

OOC' Whats happening right now with Kais...?

**blood reaper**

"Wats dis? Deem spikey boyz wantz to protects their titanz thingy with dem puny Emperors Childs? I've add a noth of dis! Krump em ladz, or I'll stomp you mi self!"

The Ork Warboss Grimsmash pushes past the many Boyz of his Waagh before attempting to open fire on the Chaos Forces, his Big Shotta falling to hit the speedy warriors of Slannesh who bombard the Orks with a barrage of sonic weapons and bolter fire.

(OOC) Well he can accompany Marius who's heading to give Syrath a piece of his mind, or just wait with the Star Serpent who's scheming, also Syrath's got a Christmas present for all of you

Ghostwolf passes the final step, he watches as Daemons move away to allow him passage to Syrath who sits of a throne of shattered stone. He sits smiling and throws down the body of a broken Eldar, bloody and shattered. He puts his feet up onto a shard of broken ice and laughs;

"So Marius, have you become one with the machine? Har har har har har."

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius laughs inside the space of thoughthe is allowed within the warrior, and thinks I was always one with the machine .
The warrior however is assesing the situation cyan text flicking across his visuals in hasty readouts pinpointing areas of interest in the room. the final lines of text sets the warrior in motion.

->Assessing...
->Location is stable. Unlikely to collapse.
->Activating communications suite.
{Warp being known as Syrath. I do not exist to negotiate. I exist to serve the Star serpent. He wishes you terminated. Understand now that there is nothing you can say to me that will stop what is about to happen. I do not tell you this out of pity. Rather because my programming instructs me to. Do not get the illusion that I will allow you to leave. Or flee. Or I will destroy everything you have created here. Until you fight me. Until one of us is terminated. I will never stop hunting you}

**blood reaper**

"Indeed. Pathetic as ever."

Syrath stands up, pointing his Staff towards the Machine he fires a bolt of energy that pierces the Necrons shell and sends him flying backwards, his vision blurred and broken by the lightning that covers the Machine. Syrath fires another bolt that almost severes the Necron in two.

**Tyranic Marta**

The warrior hits the wall and embeds there, his body repairing itself, molten metal running across the ground rom the first impact and up the wall, sealing itself into his body. He wrenches himself free and picks up his fallen sword moving forwards with an implacable strength of will. Even as the daemon tries to cut him down again. His arm is blown clean off but soon finds its way back to him, healing itself over the stump.

**blood reaper**

Syrath fires another bolt that smashes into the chest of the Necroty, he falls before a second shot melts the metal shell of the warrior again while another shot removes the right leg of the metal being.

**Tyranic Marta**

The warrior raises himself up, the wounds repairing without issue.
{Do your actions have meaning Daemon? For this is pointless. Fight me"}

**blood reaper**

"Indeed, you have finally realised that no matter how much I hit or break you you'll get back up but I have a plan. A good one indeed."

Syrath raises a large grenade launcher, Syrath loads it and activates it's lazer tracker and points it at Ghostwolf and laughs.

"This will fire a canister that will tear a rip in reality and drag you into a pocket dimension. It was designed by the first Necrons to get revenge on the C'tan but I added a few tweaks to it, I think you'll make a nice test subject. Goodbye."

Syrath aims the weapon directly at Ghostwolf and places his finger on the trigger;

"3,2....."

**Tyranic Marta**

The spirit of Marius inside the warrior sees what is about to happen and removes the firing pin from the grenade launcher with a mental flick. This vital part of the weapons system makes it completely useless.

**blood reaper**

"What? What! I paid good money for this bloody waste of space! You.....you sly dog Marius you lurk inside that metal case somewhere....oh you won't be happy when I tell you what happened to your dear Fernis will you? Would you like to know?"

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius would have loved to answer with a resounding comeback but locked as he was he could not, all he could do was watch as the warrior took more slow steady steady steps forwards

**blood reaper**

Syrath see's that Marius isn't coming back with eas and tries a different approach;

"Marius, I have fought you for 13 years, I have shaped your life. I gave you power, I murdered your friends, I betrayed you, I reduced you to nothing and now when I'm at my lowest you don't dare to sneer or laugh you just sit and watch! Good grief man! I bloody hope you come out! You wouldn't ever miss this, I'll bloody let Mikal out of his cage if you want! I'm begging you!"

**Tyranic Marta**

{The indentity known as Marius is supressed. It cannot hear you (it can) It is trying to fight me. It is efficient. But I am in control. Fight me now daemon.}

**blood reaper**

"NO! Marius of you can here me, bloody fight this monstrosity! It's using you for its one needs! Get out here, I'm nothing without you. Without you I wouldn't be the Saint of Chaos, now kill this thing!"

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius sees the daemons pain and in a strange way feels vindicated, all of this was about the daemon, right from the start, and here it is suffering. Marius almost doesnt continue to struggle, almost lets the beast suffer. But in the end his freedom wins out, he goes for a plan he hadnt tried yet. He simply turned the warrior off. The entire contraption collapses to the ground and the lights die out. But soon they flicker back to life. And infront of the viewer the new occupant can see Cyan blue text typing across his vision.

->
->
->
->Unidentified Error
->Systems check:
->Primary Systems:
->Torso: Functional
->Left shoulder: Functional
->Left upper arm: Functional
->Left elbow: Funtional
->Left forearm: Functional
->Left phalanges: Funtional
->Right shoulder: Functional
->Right upper arm: Functional
->Right elbow: Funtional
->Right forearm: Functional
->Right phalanges: Funtional
->Waist: Funtional
->Left hip: Functional
->Left thigh: Functional
->Left knee: Functional
->Left shin: Functional
->Left foot: Functional
->Right hip: Functional
->Right thigh: Functional
->Right knee: Functional
->Right shin: Functional
->Right foot: Functional
->Weaponary: Functional
->Secondary Systems:
->Targetting: Functional
->Optics: Functional
->Communications suite: Functional
->Balance gyro: Functional
->Pressure systems: Functional
->Tatical relay: Functional
->Subcontaneous link: Functional
->Self repair: Functional
->Tetiary systems:
->Motor Cortex: Functional
->Strategic analyser: Functional
->Indentity banks: Disfunctional
->
->
->
->Identity Banks rerouting:
->Operation canceled
->New Identity: Marius
->Loading...
->Complete...|

Marius sees the visor begin to analyse his surroundings taking in what he sees. He stands up gripping the blade in his hand and with a smooth motion drags the tip along the ground sending up a shower of sparks accompanied by a sharp grating sound. Its edges now coruscate with psyckic flames
{I have returned}