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Khan rolled over on his uninjured side, groaning. "Did I just get hit by a Russ?" He mumbled. The adrenalin must've kicked in long ago, or he was too numb to feel the pain, either way, he was glad as he saw the blood trickling from his mangled wrist. His left flank felt hot and sticky. "Oh gak," He said, "That's gonna leave a mark."

Somehow, through some great feat of strength, Khan managed to crawl over to the corpse of the giant Astartes. He wrenched his beloved blade free and then used it as support to heave himself up, causing him to moan from the strain, feeling returning to his body. He looked around and saw corpses everywhere. He noticed with a slight smile that they had secured the manservant, though the target was squealing like a piglet from some injury. Damned hivers, they had no spine.

Sergeant Slavro noticed that he was still alive and rushed over, already reaching for his field kit. He called for Aajz soon after. With some difficulty, the two rushed to stop the bleeding and dress Khan's wounds. Despite this, they managed to succeed before he bled out. Slavro handed him a handful of painkillers.
"Here, take these," He offered.
"I'm guessing I shouldn't have more than one or two at once," Khan stated with a grin, gulping down half a dozen pills. The two then sat down to admire the team's handiwork. All things considered, they'd done rather well. The mission was a success. The loss of an Assassin of such high calibre was serious indeed, though not a detrimental. Whilst Remus might eventually get some trouble for it, the success of this manhunt, which appeared to be rather important would probably silence any qualms. But Khan's mind was uneasy. Something was seriously wrong with all this. The manservant had told him that the person they were seeking had been carrying an Inquisitorial Rosette - this led him to only one conclusion: they were hunting a radical or heretical Inquisitor, or at least someone masquerading as one. He shook his head. They would worry about that later when they interrogated the manservant and by the Emperor, Khan would be there when they did. Though he glanced at the bloody stump that had been his left hand and realised he would require an augmetic replacement first. In fact, he'd need a lot of treatment, he knew his ribcage was messed up pretty badly too. The Chainsword wound on his left flank wasn't terrible - thankfully the blade hadn't bitten deep and had only gifted him with a messy flesh wound. All in all, he was in a bad way. But he'd seen worse. He grinned, thinking back to the surprised look on that cultists' face when he'd beaten him senseless despite four gunshot wounds on Prima VII.

Khan reached into one of the pockets on his dirty, smelly hive rags and pulled out some Lho sticks. He handed one to Slavro, who gratefully accepted. The stick his mouth, Khan pulled out a lighter and lit both of their joints. He breathed deep, inhaling the calming narcotic, closing his eyes. They'd probably get some gak for this, but after what he'd just been through, he couldn't care less.



(OOC: Andy, hope you don't mind me giving Slavro a smoke.)

OOC: Won't be back till late Sunday, if any of Team Fallen want to carry Ronan until then, then feel free, just remember he isn't a happy chap

Character: Avare
Location: Underground
Situation: Leaving Jackal Compound

Emperor damn it that had hurt, Avare thought as she nursed her jaw. Definitely cracked, possibly broken. She would try to avoid talking too much It couldn't be worse than her ribs though. Sister Lucia's painkillers had stopped most of the pain, but she could definitely feel two of them protuding in wierd sorts of angles. She had really thought that had been the end for her, standing before that towering abomination caked in the blood of the Assassin and her fellow Interrogator. Claudius hadn't talked much, but he'd been a comrade and it was never easy when, and it was always when, they died. The Assassin well...that was different. It hadn't really ever been a member of Avare's team, always technically a liason from the Assassinorium, but it's death had come as a shock as well.

Then there was Khan Blake. Avare didn't like psykers, few people did, but there was a touch of something about Blake. She couldn't put her finger on it, but after that display, after seeing that monster brought low by this mortal man in his ragged hive outfit... she suspected he wasn't sactioned, the clamped psykers the Black Ships didn't take back to His Holy Choir rarely came across as so wild in the use of their powers. She didn't like it one bit, but the man had just saved her life.

And they had the manservant too. That was what this had all been about, nearly a half dozen of their own dead, more wounded, all to secure this sick puppy of a man. It wouldn't take long to wring what they wanted out of him.

"Interrogator Blake!" She coughed, her jaw molesting the words as they came out in a jigsaw manner. "Getthat...sorryexcuse of...a groxfondler out of my sight. Andwill... someone tell me whatthehell...isthe...situation uptop?"

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Under Jackal’s stronghold with Avare.
Situation: Identifying the Chaos scum
Traitor Astartes…Throne dammit, it was traitor Astartes…
Aygapus cursed under his breath as he extracted himself from cover. The Minotaurs had no fear of battling others of their ilk, but Aygapus had seen more than enough of them in the Badab conflict. He had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that this assignment would see no more of that war rekindled. Worse still, this wasn’t just any Space Marine who’d broken his vows recently. This was a true chaos worshipper, maybe even one of the traitors who’d turned against the Emperor at the Imperium’s birth. Aygapus knew time worked differently in the warp. What had been 10’000 years to him may simply be a century to the renegades. Despite himself, he spat on the ground.
Slowly, whilst Avare and Blake tried to right themselves, he moved over to the Chaos worshipper’s corpse. He recognised that armour mark. From the helmet, and the infamous sigil on its shoulder pad-a planet engulfed by a gaping maw-he could identify the monster as belonging to the Twelfth Legion. The World Eaters. Aygapus had fought the World Eaters once before, when he was simply a neophyte. The event still shocked him even to this day; there had been NOTHING left. Angron’s butchers had destroyed it all for their foul deity.
Still, Aygapus told himself, it could be worse. The World Eaters were bad but they were far from the worst of the traitors. No, that honour belonged to a very different Legion…Aygapus shuddered at the memory. He’d seen quite enough of them for one life time, though he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t eager to meet them again. For revenge’s sake…
Sir! The Fire Hawks are not what they seem! They’re…by the throne, they’re!...

(OOC: Best I could do, I'm afraid. )

Character: Ronan
Location: Insiude the Observation Post
Situation: With Wilson as air support arrived


With the guns blasting from the gunships causing the Arbitors to take to cover, and the Troops appearing in the distance, Ronan knew there position was safe. He had already planned his route through the building and planned where he would take cover to return fire while he and Wilson retreated through the building ... which was now completely unnecessary with the Arbitors gettign ripped to pieces.

The air stank of promethium and the stench of burnt flesh filled the room from the charred remains of several Arbitors that had fallen to Wilson's flamer. Ronan walked between them all into the middle of the room, his eyes watching to ensure they were truely dead. "Never assume an enemy is dead" he muttered to himself as he knelt down by one, determining he was dead and picked up a ammo clip from the corpses belt. Seeing the clip was 16 shotgun shells he promptly tossed it to Wilson with looking, who although caught of guard caught it in his hand.

He tilted his boltgun, checking the ammo, he had a few rounds left and three spare clips due to his conservation of ammo. He pulled out the clip and replaced it with a fresh one, making sure he was prepared in case they managed to get regroup for another assualt. Standing up and moving towards the broken door he pressed the button on his ear mounted comm. "All Team Fallen, Arbitors have been cleared from the immeadiate vicinity and are being pinned by friendly support, but don't let up. They have sufficent numbers to mount a counter attack"

As he let go of the button to his comm he peered out of the door, boltgun pointed and fired two shots, felling two Arbitors taking cover behind a dumpster.

Character: Mikal
Location: Inside the Observation Post
Situation: Monitoring support

Mikal had been on the vox for the past several minutes, coordinating between the pilots of the Vulture wing and Kelly who was also alternating between firing his weapon and sighting targets for the air support. Eventually, the arbites were peeled back forcefully and it became a potshot battle between the two forces. As the smoke cleared and the continuous firestorm abated some with the members of the team now able to move freely, the pilots contacted Mikal on the vox.

"Be advised Engineseer, my birds are dry on fuel and ammo, we're making one more pass and then we're leaving but don't worry, the valks with the boots are less than a minute out, confirm over."

Mikal sighed with relief, it was over for now, the stormtroopers were almost here and when they arrived the battle would well and truly turn in their favor. He brought the vox phone up to his mouth with his good hand and spoke into it.

"I confirm your last message Firehawk lead, we thank you for the assistance and wish you godspeed, Omnissiah bless you." He said simply.

"The Emperor protects, Engineseer, Firehawk squadron is pulling out." Was the response and then the jet engines roaring got farther and farther away. But they were replaced by others just as they left. Mikal identified their engine ignition patterns as belonging to several Valkyrie gunships.

"This is Absolution lead." Came a voice on the vox. "The cavalry is here, I repeat, we have boots on the ground, if any friendly forces can hear this please respond and give your situation."

Mikal took a moment before replying. "This is Engineseer Mikal, all Team Fallen units are accounted for and active, we do have wounded though so we will need medical personell."

"No problem Engineseer, we have your position, standby, you will see the troops in about thirty seconds." The voice said. Sure enough the Valkyries began to hover over the lot outside, The stormtroopers rappelled down with quick efficiency that Mikal would expect from anyone under the employ of the Inquisition. Their identical matt black equipment and hellguns were a reassuring sight to Mikal as they began to fan out, secure the area, and return what little fire they were receiving. The door guns on the Valkyries were opening up too, creating an effective wall of fire that the already broken arbites could not return. Mikal set the vox phone down and went outside to greet the stormtroopers' leader who was barking orders left and right and heading inside the building himself.

As he saw Mikal he gave the man the sign of the Aquila. Mikal tried to return it with the sign o the cog but failed halfway due to his severed arm. He went to apologize for it but the Captain held a hand up as if to dismiss it.

"I'd like to discuss pleasantries with you Engineseer but I need a total report on the situation. Where is the Inquisitor?"

"She has taken her team into the belly of the Crimson Jackal's outpost, it is not far from here, perhaps you would send a few of your men to aid her?"

"In a moment, the area has yet to be secured, you have wounded?"

"Yes sir. They are all inside." Mikal said, before he finished, the captain called forward medics who ran inside with kits in hand. Mikal looked around, there must have been a good company's worth of men here. In a few minutes, the area was deemed secure and the arbites had already fled or died. now that that was done, the group could focus on retrieving what they had come here for.

"Lets get ready to move out, come on men, the Inquisitor is waiting!" The captain shouted to his men as he put his helmet on. The captain originally wanted the Team Fallen members to stay at the post until their return but Mikal convinced him that they were going whether he wanted them to or not so he relented. Mikal grabbed his plasma pistol with his single flesh hand, in his servo arm witch was malfunctioning slightly from a blow he'd received earlier was his power axe. As the group moved away, Mikal tried his best to contact Avare.

"Lady Avare, if you can here me, the situation on the surface has bettered exponentially, the team is on its way with a company of stormtroopers, we will be with you shortly, hold on."

((My understanding is there is still a meltabomb ready to blow that was previously setup by Wilson some posts ago. At the time of setting it up, Ronan and Wilson are under the impression it will collapse no less than 50% of the gangs hideout. Wilson has the trigger))

HellsGuardian316 wrote:((My understanding is there is still a meltabomb ready to blow that was previously setup by Wilson some posts ago. At the time of setting it up, Ronan and Wilson are under the impression it will collapse no less than 50% of the gangs hideout. Wilson has the trigger))

(I had remembered, I figured at this point it would be used after the team had left the tunnels to collapse the whole thing and erase the heresy under there...)

(OOC: Before you ask I have checked all this is OK with EF)

Character: Gaz
Location: Inside the Observation Post
Situation: Meeting Mikal

Gaz was finding it hard to walk, he had become light headed from the blood loss. He just managed to sling his rifle across his back, before he began stumbling down the stairs. He needed to keep his rage under control, the last time he let it slip..... He couldn't let that happen again.

When he was the only remaining member off his squad every one thought it was a miracle how he had survive the ork base, it wasn't a miracle it was his rage. As each of his team mate were slaughtered it hit him like bullets, time seemed to slow down and he felt strange. Gaz ran back around the corner, he could hear hundreds of orks coming. he stepped back around the corner and lightning spread from his fingers to the nearest orks then chained through the entire mob. Their charred remains dropped to the floor almost in unison. Gaz stumbled and fell against the wall, he sat propped against it, he could taste copper in his mouth. He could feel all his energy was gone. He faded in and out of consciousness. So did this mean he had psychic powers? what would happen if anyone found out? Would he be executed?
He heard lots of footsteps on the metal deck and was expecting an ork boot to come crashing through his skull any second, but it didn't come. He managed to find enough strength to lift his head he saw storm trooper rushing past him, he tried to get up but just fell into someone the woman looked down at him, he would latter know this was Avare. She stood there for a second, he was waiting for he to draw her weapon and execute him. But she didn't, she called for a medic, he remember nothing after that.


He reached the bottom of the stairs and tripped, he fell by Mikal's feet. He led there for a few seconds, he could feel everyones eyes staring into his back. He attempted to get up again and managed to stumble over to a chair. Gaz' head was spinning.
"how far away are the others? I think I will need Ajaz' help with this wound" he said gesturing to his shoulder.

Really sorry about the lack of posting, been busy/uninspired. I'm still paying attention though. Sound for the smoke BTW

Character: Rally Jager
Location: the catacombs
Situation: regroup
(Ooc I got to start reading the headings more often, I thought I got killed off... by three people, well lesson learned)

Rally stood scanning the area for still lingering threats.
*Holy Emperor, that was close.... lost some though* she thought walking over to Claudius, retrieving his power sword and Inferno pistol, as well as some plasma cells and bolter rounds and stashed them in her belt, Handing the sword over to Brother Aygapus.
(can't let a relics be stolen or destroyed)
As Rally took some makeshift bandages and tightened them on her wounds she clicked on the vox net...
"Ma-am," She shouted over to the Inquisitor, "Looks like the dirty Abrites found the observation post! They were pushed back but I don't like the sound of cleansing flame right now!"
Rally moved over to the exit and peaked around the corner Plasma pistol humming softly... "Clear!"

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Under Jackal’s stronghold with Avare.
Situation: Regrouping
“My Thanks, Arbiter.” Aygapus gave her a brief nod, though she seemed too busy to notice.
As much as it pained him to admit it, Aygapus had grown to respect the Arbirator; she was loyal, she followed orders, she could handle herself in a fight and she didn’t shrink from duty. The fact that she was now taking point without instruction was a good example.
Aygapus reflected for a moment on the passing of his two comrades, Claudio and the Assassin. The first was a pity. Aygapus had respected Claudio as well, as someone who knew their duty and do it to the end. He had never really got a chance to prove himself, and now the Imperium had lost a faithful servant. Aygapus muttered a quick prayer for him. The Assassin would be missed for its skills, but if he was speaking honestly Aygapus could not help but feel slightly more secure without that thing around. Perhaps it was just his chapter’s brutal and direct style of warfare, but he had learned to never trust anyone who slinked in the shadows the hard way.
Aygapus looked down at the sword in his hands. It had been a long time since he’d used a blade like this; in fact, it might not have been since he was a Battle company sergeant. Everything had seemed so clear then-go where the High Lords command, fight who the High Lords tell you to fight. But now…all this espionage and secrets set the Minotaur’s teeth on edge.
He gave the blade a twirl. Hmm, he still hadn’t lost his skill then, which was something. Aygapus grinned despite himself; maybe he’d get to use this on another traitor Astartes bastard. That was something to look forward to. Casting another glance at the Marine’s corpse, Aygapus thought he noticed something cut onto its leg. He moved to check, but decided against it. After all, he had a job to do.

I'm curious what EF will write to our character logs.

Anyway, I'm back, but I'll be leaving again tomorrow. Still, some nice pieces of RP here.

Unfortunately, Uni is simply terrible at the moment. So I'm going to write a summary of this mission in the next post (as well as updating the character sheets).


HOWEVER, I will be starting up another mission featuring this team as we close in on our quarry, opening up recruitment again and taking suggestions. The Hunt Continues.

Emperors Faithful wrote:Unfortunately, Uni is simply terrible at the moment..

Man, i know how that feels.

I'm still keeping an eye on this thread, just sitting in the background until the story progresses. Good luck with Uni EF, and to anyone else still doing exams or courses.

Emperors Faithful wrote:Unfortunately, Uni is simply terrible at the moment. So I'm going to write a summary of this mission in the next post (as well as updating the character sheets).


HOWEVER, I will be starting up another mission featuring this team as we close in on our quarry, opening up recruitment again and taking suggestions. The Hunt Continues.

hmm. also curious what the next mission will be. I wonder what new characters will be recruited in the retinue.

Character: Soric
Location: Hidden base
Situation: Aftermath

Having got time to come to his senses again, Soric suddenly dropped to his knees, then rolled onto his back. He was dead with fatigue. In normal situations, when not wounded, he could do hours on end without getting tired. He inspected his wounds again. The bleeding on his side had stopped because of the synth skin. His shoulder had never even begun to bleed, the broken fragments of carapace armour and tunic punched into his skin quenched the bleeding. Either way, he was still tired.

He looked over to the manservant he had given everything for to save. He was pathetic. He cried as Aajz worked her medical skills on his stump where once his leg had been. The manservant had passed out two times since the wound, but Aajz always brought him back to his senses.

No mater how you looked at it, if it wasn't for Soric, they would have still be in a standoff, of the manservant could have been molten slag. He felt proud to have helped cary out the mission to success.

The calm was broken when a pair of Inquisitorial stormtroopers entered the cave. They were dressed in black colored carapace armour, and wore the Inquisitorial stamp on their right shoulder plates. These men had sworn allegiance to serving the inquisition, something Soric had not done yet, and therefore he still wore his own combat gear. Soric didn't plan to join the inquisition for good. He hoped they would dump him when his duty ended. But then again, duty never ended in service of the golden throne, only in death does it end.

The Stormtroopers exchanged vox clicks to each other, then one of them removed his enclosed helmet. The trooper took in a deep breath, which he quickly regretted doing, the stench of taint could clearly be smelled.

"The situation is clear," the bare headed trooper said. "The enemy is driven off. We're here to escort the you and the objective out of here. Follow us please."

When this thing starts up again, would you mind if I make a different character? Someone more interesting than a guardsman.....like an Ogryn, or a rogue trader

Toastedandy wrote:When this thing starts up again, ...

We'll have to hope first that it will start up again.

Keep faith, uni's gotta end someday.

Might be a few months though...

Scrazza wrote:Might be a few months though...

I'm confused...what is Uni?

WARORK93 wrote:

Scrazza wrote:Might be a few months though...

I'm confused...what is Uni?

University.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:University.

Oh, I shoulda figured...but it kinda sounded like Uni was some sort of hectic, chaotic event that drains both time and energy for no reason....

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...Oh wait...

Anyone thought of, when EF returns, moving this to the basement? Seems like a good idea and generally I've been having a lot of RPG fun since I established that lovely little community.

The basement? what is this wizardry?!

Scrazza wrote:The basement? what is this wizardry?!

I could've sworn to the high heavens I sent you a clicky.

Ah well, can't have you missing out! It's where everyone's been recently. Click the link on my profile, or the WWW button below this post! Quick man, you have much reading to do!

Okidoki, I registered.

Well good to hear we are all here still... Minus the Gm of course