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Hey everyone! So similar rules to the first one, You get one commander and a group of support characters, All factions are available, you have one "Get out of death free" card, use it by post "miraculous survival at the top of your post. No god-modding, and the maze is basically player designed, you encounter what you wish, with a few presets to be encountered and announced later. Anyways... ON TO PLOT!

A section of Trazyn's collection museum is losing power. You were frozen in it (or maybe you are part of the forces who are knocking out the power) everything living is escaping, you want to leave/knock out power/ kill things.

Go!

that's it?" Merric knew little about advanced technology, truth be told, but the device the holo-lith showed looked nothing like a stasis field projector.
"yes. That's it. It might be my final chance, Merric. I need you to get it, or else this curse will have me."
Solace replied.
"but, if it's so important, why just three people?"
"any more will disrupt the tomb world. And that cannot happen. You'll have to get in, steal this peice, and then get out, just the three of you. Can you do it?"
As merric looked at his chapter master, a grin crossed his face.
"hell yes."

Merric drove his blade through the head of a skeletal necron. the damned robots near refused to dy, but stomping their head kept them down for a while.
"Avicus! we need to get the hell out of here! Sirius! Rennal! retreat! down this corridor, we'll set up a few strips of melta and find somewhere to settle down!"
the others muttered responses as they butchered slack jawed robots that emitted not even a grunt as they were destroyed.

Vargard Dred woke up in his alcove; Trazyn had left him in hibernation, ready to awaken if ever the tomb world was threatened. The Tomb World's automated defenses had attempted to deal with some intruders at the Northern Pole but had failed due to some malfunctions that blew out the main northern power generator. As a result, the Northern Hemisphere was now compromised - fluctuating power levels and critically damaged systems prevented normal operation. Dred stepped down from his resting place and analyzed a damage report that scrolled across his vision:

Northern Hemisphere-
Specifically Compromised Systems: Northern Power Core - Overloaded.
Ancillary Compromised Systems: Stasis Fields, Power Conduits, Sensors and Turrets.
Synopsis: Museum artifacts awakening, Automated defenses inoperable, Lost Contact with Intruders.
Recommended Course of Action: Direct Intervention Necessary.

Dred inwardly sighed; whenever a stasis field failed it took inordinate amounts of time to collect all the specimens again, and this time it seemed that there were some intruders already present - and they had been significant enough to survive the automated defenses already. Dred strode down the corridor to a few more hibernation banks where his elites were waiting, inactive. He selected three of them for activation, leaving countless hundreds inactive but ready if he needed them. The three selected Lychguard powered up, their eyes lit up bright green and they disengaged from their hibernation rack with loud clanking noises. Dred nodded towards the weapon racks, "Take the Hyperphase Swords and Dispersion Shields", he knew the massive warscythes wouldn't be effective in the tight corridors and corners of the Tomb World. When they had grabbed their weapons and stood by his side, he smiled, this was going to be fun; Vargard Dred preferred the challenge of taking only a few elites with him rather than the whole bunch because it allowed him to exercise his own martial prowess to a much greater extent.

The small group of Necrons stomped down the tight corridor, surrounded by the green glow of their eyes and weapons. They stepped onto a teleporter pad and were instantly transported from the core of the world to the Pole of the Northern Hemisphere. Sensors were down, so they were unable to transport directly to where the intruders were but their general location had been known beforehand, and so they arrived (they hoped), within the general vicinity.

Dred looked once more at his current list of objectives -
1. Locate the Intruders and capture them.
2. Recollect any escaped specimens.
3. Protect Canoptek Spyders that are en route to repair the main power core.

Upon arrival into the area, Dred increased the amplification of his microphones, hoping to pick up any sounds of weapons or fighting from the would-be intruders. He heard nothing and so he decided to head towards the main specimen chambers instead - if he couldn't achieve objective 1, he would ensure 2 and 3 were completed.

"....DIE XENOS FILTH!", a loud male voice boomed.

A massive man wearing a suit of even larger black armor fell out of the stasis chamber as he finished the swing he started long ago. He fell a single story onto a hard metal surface creating a noticeable dent. The gleaming powered sword in his hand buried itself into the ground just before him creating a quiet hissing noise. The man rose to his feet and pulled his sword out of the ground. The incandescent hole he created closed as though it were living tissue healing itself. A few more large men wearing similiar armor to the first walked out of the chamber and fell more gracefully onto the ground. Once they hit the ground they fell to their knee to minimize the impact of the fall. Then they stood up and hefted their massive guns up above their chest. The man wearing the most ornate armor, the quite not as ornate as the first, spoke. "It would seem we have been captured by the Necrons", he said.

"Aye. I figured that out after seeing their living metal in action not a moment ago. My question is where are we?", he asked. The first man looked around the room. It was dimly lit but it was obvious that they weren't alone. There were dozens of other stasis chambers. Hundreds. The halls of this place extended far. Each one contained some being whether they be Imperial, Xenos, Heretic or otherwise.

"I don't know, Marshal, but I would suggest we find a way to leave before the guards show up in force", one of the lesser armored soldiers said.

"I agree. We do not have the numbers to take on a Necron world so escape is our only chance to reunite with the other Black Templars", the Marshal said, "Follow me, Astartes". He held his sword with both hands and walked down one of the hallways. Hopefully towards the exit.

"I am the hammer!"

The voice of a man boomed through the hall, distorted by his helmet, as a glowing halberd cut through a construct made of living metal.

"I am the right hand of the Emperor,the instrunent of his will!"

The giant of a man stood in an ornate suit of Tactical Dreadnought Armor the color of bare steel, decorated with golden inscriptions, the armor appearing to glow from within. From his waist hung a tabard, and his armor was decorated with many seals and scrollworks, each brought to movement by its wearer as he combated the Xenos creatures. He was joined by others clad in the same armor, but with less scrolls. Each one carried a glowing Nemesis Force weapon, crackling with power.

"We are the gauntlet about His fist, the tip of His spear, the edge of His sword!"

The Grey Knights bellowed their chant as one, their roaring voices sounding almost like thunder as they cut into a large, floating Necron creature, until the beetle-like form was down, and could not move again, destroyed. For now. They all lowered their weapons, whom appeared to turn off with their wielders attention elsewhere.

"Grand Master, what happened?" one of them spoke, "The last I remmber is anointing my armor in the blood of the uncorrupted, to steel my body against the vile corruption of chaos. Did the Warp take us and bring us here? How long have we been here? Are we still in the 36th Millennium?"

"Questions I can not yet answer, Brother Varon. What I do know, however, is that we are on a Xenos world, and were apparently imprisoned by the vile Necrons, made of their living metal. They shall not be able to stand against the Emperor's chosen. We are the hammer, and we shall show these pitiful creatures the foolishness of their actions, nay, their existence! We shall dismantle this Tomb World until nothing is left standing, machine by heretical machine!"

Grand Master Soverin's words were met with grunts of approval, and the group decided on the path they would take; northwards, according to their helmets surprisingly intact data feed. The group set out, slowly but surely, wandering through the Tomb World and destroying any device that seemed important in their path.

Merric side stepped the blow meant for his heart, and twisted his hand around the kroot warrior's arm, snapping it and throwing the thing to the ground. Avicus finished it by stabbing it with his energy reefed claws.
Sirius sprayed flame along the dark corridor they had come from, blackening the metal and burning an incoming swarm of bee-like insects.
"damn this!" Merric shouted. he shoved his blade through the rib-like structure of a necron's torso, heaving the blade upwards and through its head. beside him, Renal had just crumpled the head of a necron belonging to some higher caste, its silver body decorated with muted gold.

His swing finished and connected cleanly. It had felt like an eternity in the making.

The xenos beasts head hit the wall and sergeant D'Antine of the Thousand Sons lowered his force sword.

It had been an eternity. D'Antine had encountered all ten thousand years of his incarceration at the hands of Trazyn the infinite. Ten thousand years staring into the bestial eyes of the xenos creature he'd been battling when all had frozen. Ten thousand years in which he'd not been able to finish the hit. But now it was done.

And he was free, ten thousand years had passed, it was time to find his Primarch Magnus and rejoin him in the Emperors Great Crusade.

D'Antine paused, no, the great crusade was over, it would be ridiculous to think war would still be raging after so long, his brother marines wouldn't have failed.

So what would be his purpose? He must make contact with Magnus.

"Sirius! those charges you set, blow them now!"
the pict feed Merric was viewing, which showed a huge green skin stepping from an alcove next to the melta strip. the pict-feed dissolved to static as the strip, along with the camera, exploded.
they wouldn't have to deal with that particular green skin.
"gear check."
"seven melta chains. three charges. as many bolts as we need. a couple dozen kraken rounds, my flamer's at 54 per cent and Renal has two plasma charges left. we haven't got much"
usually it would have been the sergeant's job to relay gear checks, but Avicus was still unable to speak coherently, the many surgeries that had mean needed to repair his severely damaged face had yet to fully come into effect so it was Sirius who had spoken. Merric thought for a moment. "ok. ok. we need a few minutes alone so I can get my auspex locked onto the polar exit. looks like it's a while away. in the meantime, who wants to carry this thing?" Merric pulled the small, boxy contraption from his belt. it clearly wasn't necron, and it sure as hell wasn't human.
"right, this thing is our mission. I'm going to keep it on my belt. if I die_"
"you won't" it was the first thing Avicus had said in weeks, and it was little more than a rasp.
"-if I die, one of you are to keep it going. this little box is the only way our chapter is going to live. got it?"
they all nodded. "good. now, this right angel turn is the best place to set up fro a while. we've got those shield generator things we found a while ago right?"
Renal nodded. "Aie. we still have them."
"good. block one corridor with them, put a melta strip at the end of this one."
this particular section of the labrynth was wide , so wide that the terminators felt small. the roof was far above, just visible high up. the walls seemed to stretch al the way up to connect to the roof. grated bridges criss-crossed as levels above them.
Merric spoke again, "and keep an eye on the upper levels. this place gives me a sour taste."

D'Antine was steadily moving up a corridor with alcoves all around, each had a different occupant, or some had many occupants all arranged in a diorama of battle.
Seeing so many potential enemies of the emperor was almost enough temptation to kill all, but D'Antine knew he was currently alone and even a mighty space marine had to pick his battles occasionally.
Coming upon an alcove with a familiar silhouette inside D'Antine stopped. The armour was clearly a brother space marine but the marking weren't right. This was clearly an imperial fist, but gone was the proud yellow, this armour was a dark blue and the fists were marked red. Perhaps a specialist? Perhaps tastes had changed in all the time away? D'Antine didn't know, but he knew a fellow space marine would be a reliable ally.
Reaching out he hit a rune on the alcove door, green light spread away from his gauntleted fist and the stasis screen released the space marine inside

As the Black Templars continue on down the lengthy corridor a lean figure watches them from the shadows. With pointed ears, dark blue hair, pale and mostly exposed skin and spiked black clothing this individual is clearly a member of the Dark Eldar race. The corners of her thin lips curl upwards. An opportunity to escape from this madhouse. Or, more accurately, four bumbling morons to die on her behalf. In a blink of an eye the Dark Eldar has found her way down to the first floor. In another blink she has climbed onto the back of the Marshal, pressed her blade into his neck and has thrown his helmet off. His squad points their ranged weaponry at the newcomer.

The Dark Eldar looks down at the sneering face of the Astartes. A black goatee and a cleanly shaven head with an average looking face. How... adequate.

"Now, boys, I hope we can be nice and civil about thi-", the Eldar begins.

The Marshal grabs the xenos by her leg and holds the creature at arms length as though she were a dirty rag. Which she was, at least to these xenophobes. "No. Civility is reserved for people. Not for animals like you", the Marshal says.

She frowns a bit. "An animal? Me? Why, I'm hurt. Garithos, was it?", she asks.

"Aye".

"Garithos, I'm hurt. I really am. Here I am trying to look out for you and your men and you call me a name", she says.

He says nothing in return.

"Well, Marshal, I was hoping we could come towards an understanding that would mutually benefit us both".

"I can think of one. I'll kill you painlessly and you won't offend me with your presence", he says. The Marshal slams the alien down onto the ground with all of his might. Rather than the splatter of gore he was hoping for he gets the disappointed voice of the Eldar saying, "We could have been friends, Garithos. Good friends".

"Burn in the warp!", he says back. In return he gets a haughty laugh.

"I won't let your petty anger get in the way of our friendship. That's just how much I care about you", she says.

"I no longer read the Xenos wench on my auspex, sir", an Initiate says.

"Keep scanning. A promotion to whomever shuts her up for good".

The Black Templars continue on their way.

The marine took a second to adjust to movement he could now make and then threw himself bodily at D'Antine.
Both marines slammed into another alcove- crushing the occupant.
"Heretic scum" spat the marine in blue
"Brother space marine, what are you doing?" A shocked D'Antine replied fighting off the red gauntlets.
"Quiet scum, you are of the heretic thousand sons, I will destroy you."
"Heretic...? No, we are loyal only to the emperor."
"Chaos scum, you will be destroyed!"
"Chaos? What chaos?"
Something about D'Antines answer stopped the marine from fighting to reach his neck.
"You really don't know do you?"
"Know what brother?"

The red fisted marine stood and offered his hand to D'Antine, he grasped it and was pulled to his feet.
"I am Brother Sergeant Lorenzo of the Crimson Fists, it would seem you are honest in your confusion. There is much you must know."
"Sergeant D'Antine of the Thousand Sons, I'm not familiar with your legion, yet your livery is of the Imperial Fists."
"There is much you need know, but my feeling is now is not up the appropriate time for it."
"Very well, let us find a secure location, i need information."

Vargard Dred, flanked by his three Lychguard, stepped onto a balcony in one of the massive specimen chambers. He looked over the edge at the chaos below; these pitiful creatures were killing each other instead of trying to work together to escape. This is why they all should be exterminated, he thought to himself, such idiocy didn't deserve to live in this galaxy.

As he surveyed the countless entities slaughtering each other below, he noticed two of the Astartes class humans wrestle before an impromptu truce was arranged. Upon closer inspection of his databases he recognized one as a member of the Thousand Sons and the other as a member of the Crimson fists. This was the main danger in Trazyn's specimen collections; the imperial members would quickly form up together and kill off the other specimens faster. Therefore his first priority should be to contain the Astartes before the situation snowballed.

Dred leapt over the edge of the balcony, dropping around twenty metres to the floor below. Whilst his Lychguard impacted upon the floor with massive ear-rupturing clangs, his arrival was almost silent; only the scrape of his shoulder-blades against the floor as he rolled upon landing gave any sign that he had arrived. He bee-lined straight towards the two Astartes and cleared his way of any obstacles by unleashing torrents of flame ahead of him. The Xenos scattered before him, some being caught in the flames and died screaming in agony, others were cut down mercilessly by his Lychguard as they passed and only a few managed to escape them altogether. The first specimens he would recapture would be these two Humans.

Merric should have known. The entrance they'd used to get into the labyrinth was closed. They were trappe d untill another one opened. That ment there was only one thing to do.
"come on, we'll go see what there is to see."
Renal clipped home a new bolt magazine.
Sirius replied "yes sire."
"ok. Primary objective: get this-" he gestured the cryo-device "- back to the Tribute. Our only exit's closed, so lets go do some sight seeing."
The four terminators thumped down a corridor, unaware of cold, glowing eyes that followed them from the darkness.

Four shapes ran across the dark corridor. They moved with liquid grace, faster than mere humans could dream of, and their jet black suits did not shine the slightest in the gloom. If anyone had known their names- Arane, Meton, Decapitator and Xuenth- it would still have told them nothing, for these individuals were not ones to tell their names to anyone.

They had not even seen the need to discuss when the prison destabilised. Each of them knew that they had been imprisoned for long enough to make their target irrelevant. Now, there was but one thing to do- return.

D'Antine stopped his advance and turned to Lorenzo,
"I feel something, an.. Emptiness.. And hatred..."
"Your legion disgraced itself with it's warp powers, I don't want to hear it."
"I really need some new information from you."
"Never mind right now, look."
A green glow was approaching, several green glows.
Both marines readied their boosters and opened fire

Dred and his Lychguard reacted instantly to the incoming bolter fire; Dred himself simply stopped advancing and allowed his flanking Lychguard to step ahead of him, who then formed their shields into a wall. The force-fields that surrounded the shields bounced the bolter rounds away; most flew into walls or random Xenos which subsequently caused them to explode into bloody chunks, but some flew back towards the marines who fired them.

The three Lychguard began advancing towards the Astartes with the Vargard strolling behind them. He issued a couple orders to his Lychguard through his private network:

1. Improve your accuracy of returned projectiles. Currently your reflection accuracy is 37% which is unacceptable.
2. Do not kill the astartes, only wound them at the most, they're the valuable exhibits in this section of the museum.

The Vargard himself pointed at the Thousand Son's marine over the Lychguard shields, "You are mine, Warp-user!"

*thousand son, not emperors children*

In the face of inexplicably returned fire both marines threw themselves down and scrambled for cover.
"D'Antine these are necrons, focus fire, one at a time, they regenerate"
"Thanks Lorenzo, watch this"

Responding to a taunt from the machine in front of him D'Antine rose from his cover and allowed the warp to flow through him, his armour iced over as flames enveloped his hands and a stream of flames blasted towards the necrons

Flames washed over the Necrons, reaching the Vargard as well because the Lychguard shields were useless against that form of attack. The Vargard knew that they couldn't last long under the heat and so he had to disrupt that attack.

The Lychguard obeyed a silent command from Dred and parted in front of him whilst he stepped forward and raised his gauntlet. You like fire, Warp-user? Have some of mine! He raised his gauntlet and unleashed an inferno towards the Psyker.

The Black Templars met a door at the end of the corridor. It is a massive black slab with dimly glowing green runes running across it. Garithos's thin and pale lips turn downward in a steep frown. "Before we charge in, Marshal, may I give your helmet back?", one of the Initiates asks holding the officer's helm. "Yes, you may. Thank you Initiate Palen", he says. The Marshal accepts his helm and places it back on his head. "Now, all together, let's push this door out of our path".

All four Space Marines press their large shoulder pads against the door and use their considerable might to push it. With a quite audible whine the door simple raises up in reaction to the pressure applied. On the other side are the Grey Knights. The Black Templars raise their bolters upon seeing them but lower them when they realize that others are Imperial as well. Garithos rests his Boltgun on his shoulder and says, "Hail, Astartes. We didn't think we would see any other Imperials here. At least none alive".

Necrotic flame washed over D'Antine scorching red paint from the ceramite armour.
D'Antine stumbled back to Lorenzo who'd stopped firing at this point.
"D'Antine fall back," Lorenzo shouted across the Vox, "we aren't enough for this."
"Not a chance Lorenzo, I can burn these to nothing."
"No D'Antine, they regenerate, we need to find the source of their power."
"Agreed, let's go."
D'Antine rose again, opening his mind to the warp and unleashing concentrated power at the nearest necron

Vargard Dred was unable to dodge the bolt of energy that had been fired at him by the Psyker. It hit him squarely in the chest and blew him backwards across the room, scraping to a stop on the floor. The bolt's power hadn't done much damage because most of the energy had been dissipated and absorbed by his armour, but the impact and inconvenience had still irked him.

An opportunistic Eldar Banshee attacked him on the floor, but he deflected her blade with his gauntlet before engulfing her in fire. He watched her writhe and scream as he pulled himself to his feet, and began walking back over to his Lychguard as the Banshee's smoking and charred body collapsed to the floor.

The Astartes had used that opportunity to retreat and that annoyed him, but one of his Lychguard had decided to follow them whilst the other two stayed behind and waited for Dred. Dred brought up the following Lychguard's video feed; he was stalking the Astartes closely and they seemed to be heading in the general direction of the power generator. That damned Warp-user had probably sensed that was the way to go to do more damage and prevent repairs. Dred and his two Lychguard set off after the third as quickly as they could, he needed to prevent them causing any harm and he personally wanted to overpower and subdue that Psyker.

D'Antine and Lorenzo moved through the chaos as quickly as they could, D'Antine lagging slightly as his body slowly recovered from his exposure to the warp.
"Come on witch, we need to move"
"Don't you worry, I'm right behind you" D'Antines breath was tagged, he could taste blood as he ran, knowing the dangers use of his power represented, "you don't trust me, I need to know why."
"There's no time, we need to make it to any power source and shut this place down."
"Two of us will be enough?"
"Well no, we're going to need to find help, which is going to be more problematic given your chapter"
"My chapter is not a problem, aside from russ's wolves we have no enemies"
Lorenzo gritted his teeth at the slur against a loyalist chapter, knowing D'Antine lacked information that could change his alliance very quickly.
"Come on D'Antine, move, if we can reach the power source there may be a way of communicating with friendly forces."

D'Antine considered this, there was something strange about lorenzos choice of words, surely he meant the imperium, but he'd already implied things weren't as straightforward as the emperors crusade had intended. Steadying his breathing he picked up his pace

Sirius went down. his axe clattered along the grated floor, and his flamer was pinned by the great xenos beast that pinned him to the floor. the thing had no eyes, its "face" was a mass of teeth and three "gills" down each side. its huge, scaled tail lashed this way and that as its claws scratched at Sirius' armour, dulling themselves on the inches-thick ceramite. Renal's power fist closed on its shoulder, and crushed the bone. the beast cried out, its head pointed upwards. the sound turned to gurgling as Avicus' lightning claw punctured its exposed throat. the massive beast gurgled some, and then collapsed. Sirius grabbed his power axe, and with the help of Merric, pulled himself to his feet. the corridor was now cleared, and the terminators squelched through the paste of gore that was left in the wake of the half-dozen xenos that had suddenly leapt from their respective alcoves. the four wolked some what further, and the grate floor gave way to some sort of shield glass. through it, Merric saw a large open field where a dozen small battles were taking place. the most prominent of these was three necrons, two guardian class and an "overlord" by the looks of them, running after a third guardian class, who in turn was heading after two astartes. a crimson fist and...
"we're going down. now."
Merric plunged his energized sword downwards, and the bright blue blade duginto, and cracked, the glass. he wrenched his sword out, and stomped the crack as hard as he could. the crack fromed into a web of spreading lines, the glass shattered, and gravity took the terminators down the ten floor drop. this would hurt. a lot. the four terminators all calibrated their leg survos at the same time, setting them so the impact would spread through thris bodies and armour, rather than turn their legs to mush.
they "landed" feet first, and dust, blood and slivers of metal flung through the air as four craters, each to the terminators hips, sank into the floor with a bone-jarring thunder clap.

Dred's microphones picked up the massive thuds of armoured feet clattering to the floor across the hall and he turned to locate their source. Upon spotting the Terminators he inwardly cursed; there shouldn't have been any Astartes Terminators in this area of the museum, and upon checking his databases he confirmed it. These Terminators weren't part of Trazyn's collection and so they must be the intruders.

He called back his third Lychguard because he could not afford to have his forces split at this juncture. The Terminators were the greatest threat and so must be dealt with first, however much he wanted to hurt that Thousand Son's Warp User. Dred analyzed their armour colours to ascertain what he was up against -

Hounds of Loken.

His database automatically updated him with all the information they knew about the Chapter. It wasn't much but apparently Trazyn had collected one of their Brethren before -

Northern Hemisphere,
Hall 3327,
Miscellaneous Section,
Hounds of Loken,
Distinguished Apothecary

Was this why they were here? Dred wondered to himself. It mattered not, they would soon either be dead or joining the 'Hounds of Loken' display downstairs. He charged across the room, with his Lychguard struggling to keep up; he would fall upon them before they managed to fully recover from their massive drop to the hall floor.

while Renal and Sirius both had the breath knocked from their lungs, and their bnones jarred by the impact, Merric and Avicus had faced much worse falls, as Avicus constantly reminded his best friend, and were already recovered. Merric unleashed all twenty rounds of his storm bolters clip full-auto knowing that the bolts would probably do little damage.
Avicus began a steady sprint forward, eye lenses clearly focused on one of the guardian types. Merric followed, bellowing a challenge at the xenos-robot leader with his sword pointed forwards.
now Renal leapt after Avicus, and Sirius followed shortly behing. the three guardian necrons were surely outclass by Merric's terminator body guard, and Merric would eliminate the leader.

Vargard Dred laughed out loud as the bolts either exploded harmlessly against his own toughened skeleton or passed him to bounce off of his Lychguard's shields. He knew his own Flamer would be virtually useless against their armour but he unleashed a gout of flame towards them anyway, hoping to fry some electronics or to do some other superficial damage. He would have to batter these terminators to bits with his fist if he wanted them dead.

Dred heard the Captain issue some primitive, guttural challenge his way whilst he pointed a thin blade at him. Dred's eye slits narrowed as he took in the nature of said blade; it was of Eldar origin, the old enemies of the Necrons, and that just heightened Dred's desire to disembowel this upstart. Dred commanded his three Lychguard to engage the Captain's own entourage whilst he moved sideways to accept the challenge. He would enjoy teaching this Human to respect his elders.

Merric couldn't help the chill that crawled up his spine as the necron's eyes narrowed, something made of metal should not be able to glare. the flames did virtually nothing, aside from destroying the accuracy of his already dead teleporter. Avicus reached the first of the guardians, and Sirius spewed a short gout of flame at the other two, hoping to cause somewhat of a smoke screen as Renal charged. Merric prepared to meet the ancient, cold thing that glared at him through glowing, lid-less eyes.

The first Lychguard met Avicus and parried his lightning claws, which caused showers of sparks as they bounced off of the Shield and Sword. The Lychguard saw no opportunity to harm the Terminator he was engaged with and so he waited for his moment, parrying and surviving for now.

The bright glare from the flames caused the other two Lychguard's eyesight to automatically adjust to the light level. During said moment of adjustment, their vision was impaired and it was at that moment a Terminator fell upon them; Renal had gotten under the guard of the nearest Lychguard and a strong swing from his power fist tore off the Lychguard's shield arm with a horrendous screech of distressed metal. As his Dispersion shield, and the attached arm, fell to the ground, the Lychguard brought up his Hyperphase Sword and swung at the Terminator with abandon. The third Lychguard moved to flank Renal as he was dealing with the one armed guard but he made sure to keep his Dispersion shield squarely pointed at Sirius to ensure that he would not be flanked himself.

Dred checked on the statuses of his Lychguard before engaging-

Lychguard #307 100% Operational, Locked in Melee Combat (Aid Necessary)
Lychguard #021 45% Operational (Missing Shield Arm), In Melee Combat (Immediate Aid Necessary(Attempting to Disengage and re-attach appendage))
Lychguard #192 99% Operational, Flanking (Assisting #021)

Even though it seemed like the Terminators had the current advantage, Dred decided to leave his Lychguard to it and turned his focus towards the Captain in front of him. Dred rolled his shoulders, ensuring that his arms had their full range of movement and then he brought up his fists like a boxer; one engulfed in his power fist and the other holding the Tesseract Labyrinth.
There are two ways this can end, Hound of Loken. You can die here and now, or you can be the second piece in Trazyn's Hounds of Loken display. Either way, this will be the last decision you ever make.

Merric and his honour guard were so perfectly trained, that Sirius immediately knew what the nod Merric gave him ment.
Sirius sent his power axe flying, straight at the necron leader.
Renal grabbed the hyper phase sword (the flat anyway) in his powerfist, the two very different entry fields commingling in a rainbow of colour. Renal wrenched hard, pulling the robot in close, and shot a half-dozen bolts point-blank into it's eyes and mouth.
Avicus swung one leg around, smashing into the lychguard's shin.

The Vargard howled with rage as the Power Axe slammed into his left shoulder blade, pierced through his armour and stuck there, crackling. He'd had a Cryptek program pain into his subroutines in order to make him a more effective fighter and to learn from mistakes, but at that moment it was rather debilitating. He cursed himself for not having the foresight to make it toggle-able. He was unable to lift his left arm due to his servos being jammed by the Axe. If he was just able to remove that axe, his body would start repairing itself but he knew the Captain wouldn't give him the chance. Damn him for being a dishonorable foe, but what had Dred expected from an inferior species? He would not make that mistake again.

Lychguard #192 chose to capitalize on Sirius' new-found lack of a melee weapon and charged him. Swinging his Hyperphase sword as he went. He knew the other Terminator, Renal, wouldn't be far behind, but would he be in time to save Sirius?

Lychguard #021's entire head was reduced to a mess of scrap and mis-firing circuits as the bolts blew away his armoured face and then began detonating within his skull. Instantly losing all control, it's body spasmed and collapsed to the floor. Its automatic regeneration abilities had been destroyed and so all the pieces phased out of existence, transported deep into the core of the planet to be rebuilt at a later date.

Lychguard #307's leg was taken out from under him and he began to fall, but this opened up an opportunity that he hadn't had before and as he fell he swung his Hyperphase sword down towards Avicus' leg with all the strength his hydraulic arm could muster. The swing's strength was augmented both by the pull of gravity and the Lychguard's own weight as he fell. Somewhere deep inside, the Lychguard smiled to itself, knowing this would be a devastating blow.