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"Your aim is well, may i ask what rank you are?. I feel as if we should trade identities"

*Clicks heels and salutes to Ry'leth*

"Death korp of Kreig 92nd Siege Regiment commissar Hans Mortus, at service. And these are my two Men, one Quartermaster, one Engineer. One death rider.The platoon was sent to exterminate a Tyranid nest…we are the only survivors."

With a snarl, Karnus tries to force open the jaws of the Mawloc, as in turn it tries to consume him. His squadmates hold back the swarm, but the Mawloc- while wounded- just refuses to die.

Finally, with a heave of effort, he draws out his blade from the vice-like grip of the creature's jaw and rams it inward and upward, through its brain from below. The creature dies with a loud roar, and Karnus lands with a heavy thud.

'Move...'

His squadmates need no further orders and continue moving, following the tank.

Former Shas'o, current lord of chaos... It would be... heh heh... For the greater good if we worked together to leave... I hope my alliances won't cause any immediate problems...

The group set off for a nearby cathedral which is giving supplies to anybody it can. The group of Kreigsmen commandeered by Hans Mortus grow darker as they approach the holy place of the emperor…

As they unload and reach the outside, they see a group of Genestealers feasting on the corpse of a battle sister high on a steeple.

"By the god, what is this unholy abomination"

Hans Mortus begins to pale…and grabs his laspistol…he feels vulnerable without his gas mask…

Hans Mortus: "You…Engineer. Give me your mask or prepare to be executed"

Engineer: "But sir…please no"

Hans Mortus: "Give it to me…or i will make sure the quartermaster is put to use"

*The engineer lowers his gas mask, revealing a pale face with a scar running down his eye*

"Oh…by the….the air"

The Engineer stumbles as polluted air enters his lungs for the first time…he stumbles up the steps in a choking fashion and drifts into the darkness of the cathedral…

The group follow him…and to a horrible sight.

*The engineer screams a she is snatched up by gene stealers and dropped onto the sword which is held by the statue of saint Celestine, impaling him with blood everywhere…*

"GET YOUR ARMS READY MEN, FOR THE EMPEROR…"

*The Genestealers scatter away from the body and into the catacombs before they can be purged…a game of the hunt is about to begin…*

Is it too late to join?

Should be posted in the OOC thread, but you might re-start it if you did.

*R'yth strolls over to the chimera, causally strolling over the dead mawlock*

Driver...

*He knocks on the side*

I have food... I wish to trade for promethium...

''We have multi lasers, i think our claim is better then yours!'' The Wych said playfully out f the top hatch. ''Where is it you intend to go dear 'friend', maybe in exchange for your supplies we won't squash you flat and give you a lift''. When the Wych finished, she looked subtlety at Xillian who gave a minuscule nod, exactly what she wanted her to say.

*Ry'leth looks a noticeably perturbed, He motions for the fire warrior and the pathfinder to come closer.*

"Fine... I will return with the supplies..."

*He points to the pathfinder"

"My friend here will stay with you...."

*The pathfinder looks over to the Dark eldar, a bit concerned.*

"With her? Ok.... Why am I always the insurance? Fething Ry'leth...."

*The fire warrior and Ry'leth began to walk off.*

"There is.... A destination I have i mind... I will return soon"

The Chimera grinded to a halt, dirt spitting under it's tracks. The Wych bounded playfully off the Chimera to land behind the Pathfinder, running her scalpel sharp fingures across his armour seductively leaving swirling scratches in the Pathfinders armour.

''We will gladly...accommodate your friend here, but speed is of dear import here so let my Personal Excercutioner Koth of the temple of the blood ruin accompany you. He has a bone, or 206, to pick with any Plague Marine you may find impeding your way. Now hurray playthi...ally. Time is of the essence!''

*Ry'leth looks over to Koth, and motions for him to follow as the pathfinder hurriedly tries to buff out the scratches on his polished armor*

Very well... Come with us...

*The pathfinder sighs to himself, The scratches still faintly showing, then climbs aboard the chimera.*

Every time... I swear.

'Excuse us...' *Cough* *Cough* '...Are we interrupting?'

Karnus and his three fellow Plague Marines suddenly reappear, rounding a corner as they do so. They had fallen behind as they were outpaced by the chimera, but now they had, finally, catched up. They seem battered from the battle with the Mawloc but hardly put out of the action. Brother Samuas has crudely reattached his lost arm, though its actual use seems doubtful; it hangs limp by his side and he holds his bolter one-handed. Karnus sports a series of new spikes on his already very spiky armour, seemingly having attached Mawloc teeth to it.

Upon spotting the Dark Eldar, Karnus simply leans his head to the side- a wet disgusting crack sounding from his neck as he does so- before he and the others raise their bolters in unison, aimed straight for the Commorrites. Interestingly, Samuas and Marus nod shortly at the Incubus (Assuming he is in line of sight), seemingly respecting his prowess, but their bolters are aimed at him nonetheless.

Strangely, however, the Plague Marines do not open fire. They simply remain still, ready to follow the chimera should it start moving or open fire should the Dark Eldar close in. Karnus glares at them and speaks again.

'We have unfinished business, Eldar...'

*The pathfinder gives a half-hearted wave to the marines.*

Hello! Please don't shoot!

''Hmm, I thought I could smell you. The nose plays ticks on you when you are around such stench for any length of time'' Xilian said diplomatically

''There blood is just as vile' Koth said grudgingly, raising his klaive into a defensive position, ready to pounce at, or away from the fire with the inherent speed of all Dark Eldar.

''Now now Koth, the enemy of my enemy is my enemy for later, right now the Tyranids our my main concern. Now, do you intend to help us through possibly miles of Licotr, Genestealer or worse infested land or do you intend to leave me all the fun?'' Xilian asked, her calm demur concealing her readiness to spring, but then again, an Archon always is.

Karnus remains silent for a moment. Then, as one, the Plague Marines lower their bolters.

'Decieve us, and Lord Kraxis will have a few more skulls for the mountain.'

They then advance towards the aliens, still with lowered bolters but also ready to raise them if needed.

''Well come right on in'' Xilian said graciously with a sweeping gesture to the opening back hatch of the APC. While gesticulating she also subtly slipped a filter into her nose, the Wych noticed and looking longingly at the Archon but was to proud to ask for one.

''I believe our course should be towards the primitive armouries this planet no doubt holds, humans and their guns hmm! We could then rig the place to blow our way to the space port, any objections?''

''Well come right on in'' Xilian said graciously with a sweeping gesture to the opening back hatch of the APC. While gesticulating she also subtly slipped a filter into her nose, the Wych noticed and looking longingly at the Archon but was to proud to ask for one.

''I believe our course should be towards the primitive armouries this planet no doubt holds, humans and their guns hmm! We could then rig the place to blow our way to the space port, any objections?''

*The path finder begins to chime in*
Wait, Should We stay here and wait for my allies?
*He is quickly silenced and pulled into the vehicle with the eldar, limbs failing*

*Back at the other tau*

*Ry'leth is walking with the fire warrior and his new eldar friend. They approach the store front*

There are... Supplies within... My friend here will retrieve them for us....

*the fire warrior enters the building*

The Plague Marines look at each other before moving on, hunching over and somehow squeezing their colossal forms into the tiny chimera (Though it becomes very cramped).

Once inside, they are simply still and silent.

*The Slaaneshi tau is squished up against a particular festering marine. 0n0*
Im not here right now... Im not here right now... Im back on Janus... eating cocaine ice cream...

**With Koth the Incubus*

''I don't like being kept in the dark unless I am stalking my pray, child, I have been instructed to help you reach your goal by the...'' Koth laughed mirthlessly ''Good Grace of my Archon. What do we search for here and how do you know of it.''

Koth lowered into a crouching position, Klaive instantly in his hands held defensively and he listened intently. Koth help a figure up to silence the Tau ''Quiet, we are not alone here, find what you wil and we must be away from here''. The scuttling was getting closer.

**With Xilian the Archon**

''Make yourself comfortable'' Xilian said as she swung herself lazily into the considerably cushier front seats ''It could be a bumpy ride!'' The Chimera sped off down the street, scattering rubble and mud.

Lith the Wych found she had no place to sit, well that was un true, she had no place to sit which would not connect with one of the smelly oafs but suddenly a nicer smell caught her nose. A delicate perfume anointed the Tau and adorned his armour. Lith casually sauntered over to the Path Finder and sat upon his lap, a sly smile playing on her mouth. The Path Finder looked horrified until she slipped an Iho Stick from Somewhere about her person and offered it to him. ''It's been a long day, I wonder if we will find anything that goes bump in the night?''

*The pathfinder takes the narcotic from her, a but less than he normally uses, but no need to be rude, then grins nervously and whispers to himself*

Oh slannesh...

*Back at Ry'leth*

Inside this building... Is a supply of food... My friend will retrieve it, and then we will return to your allies... it is, a gesture of good faith...

*Turns to the scuttling, handgun drawn*

More of the terminagaunts I suppose... wonderful...

Scuttlling echoed around the streets from every location, as city confines are want to do, and it became quicker then suddenly, all was quiet.

''I don't like this...'' Koth said, slowly pacing back towards the defensible position of a corner. The Tau looked at Koth for a second, eyes wide with shock. A slight click of tensing muscle tendons alerted Koth to raise his Klaive above his head to meet a pair of massive scything talons that seemed to erupt from the wall. Koth rolled away to face the perfectly concealed Lictor as it slunk out of the wall and raised his Klaive high as several hormagants charged out of a side ally. They looked hungry.

**With Xilian**

They drove in silence apart from Lith's many attempts of flirting with the Tau, all of them he rebuffed (either through intention or innocence) awkwardly.

'Now, if you would look to your left you will see a pile of half eaten corpses. Your right, another pile or corpses, dead ahead...oooh that's a different!'' Xilian stated playfully ''There appears to be some kind of bomb fire ritual being led by a Human? Wait, are humans meant to have 3 taloned arms, i am so forgetful these days''. It looked like a sect of a genestealer cult lay between them and their objective.

*The transport comes to a screeching halt, and the pathfinder makes for a hatch on the roof, as he begins to climb out, he is shoved by an unknown person, and tumbles out and lands face first on the ground, as he turns his head up, he is met by the barrels of several lasguns.*

Oh, Hi...

*Back at Ry'leth*

We are being attacked... Get to cover...

*Ry'leth rapidly back pedals behind a dumpster, firing his gun into now unhidden tyranid, the lictor shrieks as a bullet rips one arm from it's socket.*

We need to get to high ground...

*Ry'leth begins to climb the dumpster, a gaunt chomping at his heels. As he begins to reach the top, a shooting pain courses through his leg, looking down, he see the beast digging it's claws into his calf. Ry'leth readies his gun to shoot the creature, but before he can fire, it's brains are splattered on the cold concrete.*

What has happened?

*The firewarrior, wearing a large backpack, waves from the window, Ry'leth motions to him to fire on the lictor, but suddenly he vanishes into the darkness behind him, his screaming is briefly heard on the coms, before a hideous gnawing sounds drowns it out.*

Karnus and his men promptly exit the transport, spreading out in familiar battle formations. Bolt shell after bolt shell erupts from their weapons, ripping the hapless cultists to tiny shreds. As soon as the last cultist in line of sight is destroyed, Karnus looks back at the others who travelled with his squad.

'Move...'

**With Koth**

The Lictor squealed at the pulse blast, the left side of it's torso badly burned and it's empty arm socket leaked Ichor onto the ground. Koth stepped forward and swung his Klaive in a long arc, the Lictor didn't even have time to gurgle before it slumped to the ground.

A hormagaunt leapt at Koth, raking it's claws across the exquisite War suit which Koth, understandably, took offense to. He waded through the Hormagaunts, swing and lunging and parrying each strike while the powerfield of the Klaive worked to shatter talons and melt flesh. Seeing his 'allied' Tau in trouble he stomped towards the Dumpster, seeking the attention of the monsters nipping at his heels. It was then that the Warrior burst through the store front window, blue blood coating it's talons, Bone Sword crackling and Lash whip writhing.

''Target that synpase creature and the smaller creatures will be uncoordinated!''

*With Xilian*

They didn't have to tell her twice as she leapt out of the chimera's hatch in one steady jump. The Wych was already down there, obviously toying with a very angry and repugnant cultist to mutated to carry any weapon but it's own clawed hands. These hands where already in ruin due to seven or eight small cuts across his vains as the she-wych danced around him.

''Don't play with your food!'' Xilian said before the cultist disintegrated from a shot from her Blast Pistol ''At least not on my time. There, across the camp, i see the weaponry deposit!'' Xilian bounded across the ground quickly before being stopped in her tracks.

In the middle of the camp lay a massive pit filled with bloody ruins of previous meals. At the base of the pit lay an entire brood of Genestealers, one of the most deadly creatures in the universe. ''Quiet you oafs! We just shook the tree, lets not wake the hornets nest shall we?''

'Genestealers...'

This is not the first time that Karnus and his veterans face the Tyranid creatures. They know that such is their lethality that they are able to match Astartes in combat. Against an entire brood, tactics will be needed.

Making swift chopping motions with his hand, the squad spreads out and takes cover, each keeping a separate Genestealer firmly in his sights, ready to open fire on a moment's notice.

'We are all for stirring the hornet's nest...'

*Seeing a chance, the pathfinder flips over, and nails the cultist standing over him right in his mutated junk with a steel-plated hoof. As the cultist doubled over, the pathfinder grabbed the rifle from him, slaming the butt of the gun into his enemies skull, as the freakish man fell to the ground, the pathfinder took aim at the cultists two allies, and melted off their faces. Seeing the genestealers, the tau let loose another volley of laser fire, but it only seemed to annoy the beast.*

"Fething flashlight..."

*He hurls the rifle at the now charging creature, striking it in the head and leaving it dazed. He takes this opportunity to climb the the vehicle once more, and blow the beast to bits with the rail rifle.*

*Back at Ry'leth*

I have... A plan...

*Ry'leth hurls himself off the dumpster and through the window of the shop, shattering the glass as he rolls inside, he looks around and see his suit and a clear room. He rushes into the static suit and pours a small bottle into a small port*

Enough power... One shot...

*A demonic head-tipped cannon the shoulder of the armor begins to glow an ominous red. and a vox begins to crackle on*

GET BEHIND SOMETHING!

*The maw of the demon erupts in a blaze of twisting red light arcing out a window, and into the mass of beasts. It detonates violently ripping through the creatures, the warrior is incinerated, and the lictor is nowhere to be seen. What few guants remain either lay on the ground twitching, their flesh mutated and warped, or wandering aimlessly, their eyes blinded.*

Got him... Are you alright?

*Now totally without power, the suit collapses completely, forcing Ry'leth to climb out in a most undignified manner.*

*with a roar of frustration, merric smashes his way out of the huge pile of rubble that had thus held him, his once gleaming whiteplate now soot covered and dented*
*merric's terminator armour is barely operable, but still maintains its innate ability to block small-arms fire*
(into his vox) this is captain merric verus, captain of the hounds of loken first company. if any one can hear this, report in.
*hearing a thundering boom, he turns, slowly. and what he sees makes him extend his lighning claws.*
a carnifex stands before him.
"sire!" a space marine wearing the same white plate charges from no where, his bolter bucking as he shoot at the monster.
with a roar, the carnifex flings the brother through the air and he practically explodes upon landing.
" no! brother!." *merric runs at the beast, a flickering light surrounding his lighning claws*
an then another terminator is running with him, white plate scarred and dented, and a tactical brother stands top the side and shoots the beast.
*merric slashes the creature, his brother, also baring lighning claws, thoe not as stylised, also is cutting at the creature.*
*as the beast slashes toward his fellow, merric launches himself, and his claws reap a bloody scar down the monster's neck, green blood trailing as the monster dies*
*the three stand near the monster* and the terminator turns to merric "my lord, it would appear we have made our entrance"
"it would appear so "
(sorry, I'm not sure if I have done anything wrong but if I have tell me)

((Nothing bad really, maybe use the OOC thread to announce yourself, or say where you are in the city, but besides that not bad. -:-) ))