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Owain wrote:

OOC: I must insist that no one write the drop-pod landing. I have a very specific and amusing outcome in mind for our re-entry. I've left some time for character development and general awkwardness aboard the pods beforehand.

in fairness you hadnt commented for a while.....

OOC: Soz Owain. I'll excuse myself from this .

OOC: No, not at all! I can work around it, no worries. In fairness, you're coming in late so you may not have seen it. Not to mention the awesomeness of your profile pic buys you an extra life.


The second drop pod hit the ground with an unpleasant crunch and seemed to be tilted at an odd angle. As the doors creaked open the occupants could see why; they had landed right on top of the Inquisitor's pod. Hazzard whistled. "Talk about pinpoint accuracy... if the crew weren't dead I'd pass them my compliments." Ieron left the lieutenant to organize the twenty guardsman who had made it on board and swung himself out of what was left of the drop pod. He turned to the man who seemed to be in charge of the detachment of Stormtroopers accompanying Hazzard. "Well done, Sergeant." He drawled. "If you'd gotten your men deployed a few seconds later you would have been in some serious grox-gak."

Olmedo spoke up. +Auspex records from just before the, err.... landing place us somewhere in enemy territory. Your orders, lord?+

No! That fething idiot! Hazzard practically screamed inside. What as Olmedo thinking?!? You never, EVER ask Lord Furious what his orders are. You just hope to the God-Emperor that he's so busy shouting at the enemy to notice you. Now he was probably going to order them to...

OOC: I must apologize for my grimdark mood these past few days. Should be fine now.

OOC: What do you mean? I have detected nothing grimdark or depressing in your posts as of late.

++On second thoughts sir, it might be a good idea for me to make repairs to the Drop Pods, they can become small bunkers when needed to++ said Olmedo. Hazzard looked worried. ++Don't worry if he starts yelling I'll say something about a STC being nearby++ said Olmedo quietly to Hazzard.


OCC: Neither have I.
Also Olmedo is just as likely as Hazzard and Ieron to want Furious to start yelling at him.

"STC?" Hazzard asked. He saw the look on Olmedos face. "Oh, never mind. Fething mechanicus never tell us guardsmen anything..." He muttered.

He turned to the motley group of guardsmen at his disposal. He needed to take his frustration, and quesiness after surviving a drop like that, on someone.
"Alright you lazy louts! Get your gear on! I want an ammo count and a weapons check in the next 5 Terra-minutes! I ain't your momma, but if I hear you disgusting bunch of slobs ever complain I'll make sure that I'm the one who writes her your summary execution notice!" He snapped around to Donut. "Donut! I want a display of any and all available arsenal NOW. I want grenades, RPG's, Heavy Bolters, anything usefull that was stowed away in the Drop pods." Hazzard looked at the mess that they had landed in. "Make that drop pod."

He didn't have many hopes. A couple of grenades, mabye even a det-pack or rocket luancher if they were lucky. His attention was drawn to the storm-troopers lounging not too far away. He scowled, there were guardsmen, and then there were Toy Soldiers. And Inquisitorial 'shiny boys' were the worst of the lot. Sure they could rip through power armour and even survive a bolt round or two, but in Hazzards opinion if you spent half as much on every guardsman they'd kick twice as much ass.

"Lazy good for nothing shinies..."

Effilion was already gone. He had seen the incoming crash before anyone else. Tackling Furios to the ground , thus saving his life had been a good idea at the time. However, having furios try and shoot him because of it wasnt the praise he was looking for. Effilion darted through a nearby doorway, and effortlessly scaled up the remains of a flight of stairs. Presently, he was on the top of a belfry of a bombed out church, surveying the land. He could make out Hazzard and his grunts running around like ants, and a little further off a group of Stormtroopers standing around.

+amateures+ he muttered to himself.

OOC: Ok, thanks! No more idiocy incoming!

Tryjon muttered solemnly as he trudged along the path. Behind him, he knew his men were feeling the same."I hate the inquisition." Tryjon muttered under his breath. "Lots of closed doors and questions I don't want to know the answer to". Behind him, his men grunted in agreement. Turning to the inquisitor, Tryjon asked quizically "Where exactly are we going again?". The Inquisitor didn't answer, but continued to hum. "Whatever" muttered Tryjon again, unholstering his hellgun. It was going to be a long day.

EDIT: Ironically, I spelt "Idiocy" wrong.

Inquisitior Furious was furious. I had totally seen the drop pod coming up behind me, he assured himself, I just wanted to walk cooly away from it and not look back like people in the holovids.

Judging from the way Effilion had scampered off his bolt shots had missed too. But worse than anything, the "warzone" he was supposed to be in looked like a huge expanse of... nothing. There wasn't a single heretic or traitor to be seen. Unless they had some sort of secret base in the middle of the wasteland.

I might as well act Inquisitory, he thought to himself as he wandered around kicking rocks and feeling at the walls of the shelled out church, as though he actually expected it to be riddled with hidden passages. He became so entrenched in looking like he was investigating the terrain, that he nearly missed the cellar door, partially covered in dirt.

Secret base in the middle of the wasteland, hmm?

Inquisitor Furious pulled out his chainsword and bolt pistol, and kicked the door in.

(Have we landed yet? I can't think of much to do in a drop pod lol

OOC: I think it more appropriate to call it a shrine. Not church.

Furious wasn't yelling at anyone. And the stormtroopers were gone. Hazzard didn't take this to be a good sign. He spotted Donut seperating the grenades a few paces away. Grabbing him by the shoulder he lowered his voice.

"Donut, I want you to check out where that gakker Furious is. Take some men with you if want, maybe take the psyker to."

Hazzard didn't know how Furious did it but everytime the Inquisitor Lord started sniffing, no matter where they were, he'd always find some heretics. They'd once found a deamon-worshipping cult in the middle of the Veldan Death-World. Who the feth starts a cult on a death world? And how the feth did Furious know they were there? Hazzard didn't trust Furious' inquisitorial nose to fail him in this wasteland. Best to distract him with something. Something shiny...

Shadowbrand wrote:(Have we landed yet? I can't think of much to do in a drop pod lol

OCC: Yeah we have, the second one crushed the first one.


Watching Furious run off in crazy mode towards the ruins gave Olmedo an idea. He calmly walked back into the Drop Pod and returned with an ornate Boltgun. ++Ready to go when you all are++ said Olmedo. "Why are you so interested?" asked Hazzard. ++Well I could stand around this smashed wreck and tell this servitor over here 'It's dead 3827' until you get back or I can maybe do something a little more interesting. 3827 can't talk at all++ said Olmedo.

"3827 can't talk at all." Hazzard mimicked. "Jeez, I'd rather talk to a fething servitor than have Furious in my ear all the time. What are you so worked up about? If an Inquisitor has crash-landed then it's only a matter of time before the Imperials nearby come to pick us up."

Olmedo stared blankly at him. ++You still think we're getting rescued?++

"Duh, this isn't your average Survivor-victims here, this is an inquisitor. Sure they'll rescue us." Hazzard remarked.

Olmedo sighed. ++Before we got here, this planet was hotly contested. We were making for the far side of the planet. The only area even remotely secure. Here you'll get nothing in the way of Imperial Forces. A few remote PDF scattered throughout, holed up somewhere mabye, but we're right in the middle of Archenemy territory. With Naval Support it wouldn't be a problem, but if you hadn't noticed the only air support of ours just got blown out of the sky. So if you want to wait it out until the next cultist warband spots our crashite you can sit right here. If not, I suggest you get creative.++ Olmedo cocked the Bolter for emphasis.

Hazzard suddenly looked a little grim.
"Fine. We'll do things your way."

++Good we just need to wait for our shie.. Uh acompanying group of Guardsmen to finish sorting our Grenades... They're all Frags...++ said Olmedo. A servitor handed him a power axe, it's blade was shaped like a gear. The axe was standard equipment for all Enginseers and Techmarines. ++Almost forgot my axe, thanks 3827++ said Olmedo taking the axe from the Servitor. It stared blankly and motionlessly in Hazzard's direction. It's left arm was replaced with a powerful Servo arm showing that it was made for fighting the enemy up close as well as lifting heavy objects. Five more Servitors walked up to join 3827. Two were very similar to 3827, one had a Plasma Cannon where it's right arm should be and the last two had Heavy Bolters where their right arm should be.

"How the feth did all those servitors fit in the drop pod?" Hazzard asked, astounded. "What? Did you stack 'em up like plywood?" he asked sarcastically.

++Well...++ Olmedo shrugged.

Hazzard gaped, then shook his head. "Never mind. So, what should we do?"

Tryjon was annoyed. Very annoyed. He and the squad were hopelessly lost, tired, and hungry. Well, at least that stupid gakbrain of an inquisitor was gone. Tryjon knew that he should enjoy serving the inquisition, but holy Emperor did it have to be Furious? The 'honoured' inquisitor had gone marching on off his own, giving the squad a degree of independence.
"Right" Tryjon said, as authoranterily as possible "Where are we, Ermin?" Ermin, the appointed 'map guy' stepped forward. "We're twenty Kiliks north-west of the old Ork encampment (he said that with bitterness-the whole squad knew he hated Orks after they killed his parents at an early age.). Unoccupied. Other than that, just Jungle."

"Urm, sir?" Gurney said, nervously "We've got something on auspex. Something moving towards that Guardsmen squad. Fast." Tryjon sighed, rubbing his forehead. Unholstering and loading his hellgun, and pulling his helmet down, he said in a depressed tone "Right boys. Let's go and help the fodder out

"Yes sir" Muttered Donut.

He started running off in the direction of the Stormtroopers, who were already dispearing into the mist. Running around a temple, Donut ran straight into Inqusitior Furious!

Tripping over a half open door, Donut falls into Furious! Furious manages to utter half a insult before he fell and cracked his head open on the rock.

"gak!" yells Donut. Wetting his pants, "I'l go find Hazzard, yes thats what I'l do, Hazzard will make everything better" Donut said aloud to himself.

Sighing, he started to run back to the drop pods.

Effilion had almost blown apart the running guardsmen the moment he had collided with Furios. Only self restraint had prevented him being seen as a hostile to the guardsmen. He leapt from the belfry and landed with a crunch of masonary on the Shrine floor, causing a small Crator. He was about too make his way towards the fallen inquisitor when he froze. A group of figures, shrouded in the fog were picking their way towards him, and more importently, Furios. Instantly crouched he sent out a Comm message to everyone from the drop pods.

+Hostiles inbound, within church, additionally Furious downed, need med+

With that, he slunk on all fours over to the unconscious Furious. Grabbing the hem of furious's cloak he dragged him behind a pillar, and slowly drew his Combat Sword. The Hostiles were now within sight. Robed figures, carrying a variety of solid shot weaponary. Just as Effilion was about to burst from cover, he heard a low, menacing growl behind him. Effilion smiled.


Hazzard and Olmedo were already sprinting across the desolate waste towards the church before the Assassins Vox had finished. Seconds later some of the faster Stormtroopers were running behind them. A massive burst of static exploded from their Earpieces and men staggered from a sudden Psycic blossom that erupted from the church. The static continued. Hazzard started sprinting faster than he could have believed, he managed to get to the threshold of the doorway to see something that stayed with him until his grave. Standing in the middle of the church, was Effilion, with Furious at his feet. Surrounded by Cultists. Hazzard charged to his aid

*The drop pod crashes8

Jaska looked around he was the sole survivor of the crash looking around he saw the church and heard the ruckus.
The Feral Guardsmen hid trying to make out who was his friend and who was his foe.

Tryjon broke into a desperate run towards the guardsmen's position, the rest of the squad following suite. "How long do we have before hostile 1 reaches the fodder, Gurney?!" Tryjon asked, not pausing to look back at the grumbling second-in-command. "It's stiil moving towards them at cosiderable pace, sarge. Why are we going to save them anyway?" Tryjon thought abput this, before shrugging (still running though) "Because they need someone to change their diapers, and they might start crying if they get a booboo." Tryjon couldn't tell, but he could guess that Gurney was smiling.
Tuning the vox built into his helmet onto Hazzards channel, Tryjon yelled down the line "Hazzard! Get you and your 'soldiers' out of their now! Somethings moving up on your position, fast! Now, go and find somewhere to take cover, and Let the real men handle this!" Protocal dictates that Tryjon should turn off the vox after communication. He kept it on however, just to hear Hazzards reply.

"Feth!" Hazzard yelped at the sight of a dozen cultists. But that's not what scared him. What scared him was watching what Effillion was doing to them. Most of them were curled up in foetal posistions, vomiting blood. The few that were standing were clawing their eyes out. Effillion luaghed as he broke anothers neck.

Olmedo, unfazed, opened fire on the few cultists that still seemed vaugely functional. It was over in a few moments.

"Feth! Motherfething feth!" Hazzard lost whatever it was he'd had for breakfast. Then he heard the snap-crack of lasguns and screams started to erupt from the crashsite. The men he'd left behind sounded like they were in trouble "Ah, feth it. Guardsmen!" He yelled into his intercom. "Fall back to the shrine compound. The Toy Boys will give you covering fire!" He spun around from the grisly scene before him and sprinted back to the crash site.

++Hazzard wait! What are you doing?++ Olmedo called after him.

"They're my men, and I'll fething make sure they get out of this grox-pile alive!" He yelled over his back.

OOC: Some of the posts considering our enviroment are confusing. It is agreed there is some sort of shrine/compound nearby but there are conflicting reports concering whether we are fighting the Archenemy or orks, and whether we are in jungle or a wasteland?

(Of course, it could be both, but I just want to make it clear.)

[Well the Ork compound was abandoned. so let's say there isn't a significant Ork presence on the planet any more (just a few scattered tribes in the more uninhabbitable parts of the planet). The jungle... hmm, I didn't think of us as being in a jungle. Let's say the "jungle" has been mostly slashed and burned to fuel the warmachine of the traitor government, so what's marked as "jungle" on the map is now largely ash wastes, dried mudflats, and similarly wastelandish terrain. (There are still some patches of actual rainforest left, further south.)]

*sees Hazard outnumbered by the cultists* I gotta help that guy! *puts silencer and scope onto his lasgun and drops 2 from his hiding spot*

++3287, 2739,2738 battle protocol 38276389b++ said Olmedo. Three Servitors followed Hazzard. Two made for close combat and the last with a Heavy Bolter. ++Hazzard I've given you a few Servitors to help you out, they're following behind you and will obey your orders until they return to me++ said Olmedo over the vox to Hazzard. Hazzard looked behind him as he ran towards the Drop Pods, the three Servitors were following him.

Olmedo turned and saw a small flash of light in the distance. His right hand raised up and touched the side of his head, activating his telesopic vision. The small flash of light was light reflecting off of a Leman Russ in the distance, it was surrounded by many more Cultists. ++Everyone, we have more enemies coming to the fight and they have an old varient of the Leman Russ Battle Tank. It has the standard Battle Cannon, Heavy Bolter Sponsoons and a hull mounted Heavy Flamer. It's coming this way with about 50-62 cultists marching next to it++ said Olmedo.

He nodded at the remaining three Servitors and they quickly ran off to the Drop Pod, Olmedo following them. ++I have to get the proper equipment for this, I'll return with these Servitors outfitted with Lascannons instead of their current weaponary. Hopefully the crash into Furious' Drop Pod didn't dammage them too badly++ said Olmedo to the others.

OOC: For the purposes of the enviroment I agree with Orkeo about the slash and burn leaving jungles only to the south. But might I also suggest that the area surrounding the drop pod crash site is grassy? Like savannah tall grass. That way it kinda makes it less clear and open to incoming fire. (So that we can hold our own against the enemy without getting shot to pieces immediately.) BTW, n0t_u, I appreciate the servitors, but I may just kill them off. They are 'expendable' after all.

"Contact! Contact!" Hazzard heard screams from ahead. He pushed on. Sighting Private Cale and half-a-dozen others ahead, he called him. "Private! What's the situation? How many hostiles?"

"Sir! We got cultists all over the place, it's pretty messed up. They're about as confused as we are!" A resounding crump heralded the entrance of the Leman Russ. "And they've got armour!" Cale hastiliy added.

"Where are the others?" Hazzard asked.

"Up at the crash site, sir!"

Frantic lasgun shots erupted from the crash site ahead. And then there was a guttural roar, followed by more tearing sounds and screams. Then silence. Whatever had roared wasn't human, and it was big. Somehow Hazzard didn't think he was going to be finding any more survivors in that direction. He halted a couple of paces away from Cale.

"What. The feth. Was that?" He gasped.

Cale had gone very pale. "I-I don't know, sir."

There was a mechanical wailing behind Hazzard, and he spun around. The Heavy Bolter went off. It landed about 3 rounds before it ceased. Hazzard didn't think it was possible for a servitor to scream, but the expression on its face looked disturbingly like terror. Standing atop of the misfortunate servitor, the ruins of the two other servitors surrounding it, stood a terror. A beast flecked with gore, standing a head taller than any space marine. It bore a bronze axe and licked the blood from the cruel blade, grinning wolfishly at the guardsmen.

"D-d-deamon..." Cale stammered.

"Oh. Feth." Hazzard said dumbly.

The beast roared. A primal fear, a terror immeasurably ancient, clawed its way into the hearts of the men in front of it. They ran.
Screeching in delight the Bloodthrister leaped after them. Damn, it was fast! It was upon Cale before Hazzard had fully made 3 steps. Discarding its weapon it tore into the poor man with its bare claws, rending him limb from limb.

"Get to the shrine! Get to the fething shrine!" Hazzard screamed. Holy ground right? Deamons weren't allowed on Holy ground. Right? Another guardsman screeched, a victim to the monsters bloodlust. Hazzard spun around to buy the men more time. He aimed his bolt pistol at the creature, but it knocked it contemptuously aside. Raising his chainsabre he slashed at it, but it grabbed him by the throat and cast him to the floor. Raising its axe above its head it bared its teeth in a menacing smile as it prepared to cleave him in twain. The snap-crack of a las-rifle went out and the beast screamed, clutching its face. It could be hurt, and it felt pain. Somewhere in Hazzards panic-stricken mind those thoughts gave him comfort. For a moment the beast seemed to fade, but it roared in defiance and became solid again. Forgetting Hazzard completely it raced of into the grass, hunting for whoever had dared harm it.

Shaking, Hazzard rose to his feet. Where had he been going again? Oh, that's right. The shrine. It would be safe at the shrine. He shakily stumbled through the growth after his men. He would be safe when he got to the shrine. Holy ground, right?

OOC: I propose that we organise our own retreats and make our stand at the shrine, as it seems to be a defensible enough compound. BTW Shadowbrand, sorry for setting a deamon loose on ya!

Tryjon leaped from a rock, tackling a cultist to the ground. In mid air, he drew his combat dagger and slid it neatly into the cultist's throat. Rolling out of his maneuver, he landed neatly, as the cultist's corpse landed heavily on the ground. The rest of the squad, on the nearby rocks, pumped waves of disciplined hellgun fire into the cultists, scything them down. As the last one hit the ground, Tryjon breathed a pained sigh of relief. Then, it just got a lot worse.
"Iron within, Iron Without!" That cry chilled Tryjon to the bone as a group of 5 Iron Warrior traitor marines stepped into view. Unleashing a few bolter rounds, they targeted the stormtrooper squad and roared praise to their false gods. One squad member, Davin, was ripped apart in the salvo, blood and guts flying everywhere. Tryjon muttered and aimed his Hellgun at the fallen Astartes, before firing like a madman. Today was REALLY not going well.


OOC: The Stormtroopers haven't reached the Guardsmen position yet-as such, they know nothing about the Bloodthirster. Also, are the Chaos marines going to act as they are in the fluff (I.E each one of them really deadly and hard to kill, but few in number.) or in game (I.E not as deadly, but more of them)?

Emperors Faithful wrote:n0t_u, I appreciate the servitors, but I may just kill them off. They are 'expendable' after all.

OCC: Not at the moment with the lack of any friendly support



Olmedo saw the daemon up ahead rip apart a few Guardsmen and the few servitors. ++Damn it, we need those Lascannons.. Wait Effilion++ said Olmedo, he turned around and went to join the others at the shrine, a few Cultists standing in the way. He swung the Power Axe at them cutting them in two. His mechanical limbs giving him the strength to fire the Boltgun as a pistol at the approaching cultists as he ran. He reached the Shrine and quickly tried to find Effilion. ++There you are assassin. I need you to do something for me. Your lack of warp prescence should make you virtually invisible to the Daemon. I need you to bring the Lascannons here from the Drop Pod if we want to have a chance at stopping that Leman Russ. The daemon shouldn't come onto the shrine, but it would be helpful if we had those guns just in case++ explained Olmedo. Effilion nodded and dashed off to the crash site dodging oncoming fire from cultists and stabbing each one either in the neck of the temple as he ran past. The Daemon was completely unaware of Effilion as he ran past killing a few cultists. Cultists approached the shrine and Olmedo pulled the trigger of the Boltgun only to here it click, signalling it was out of ammo. He pointed his empty hand in the direction of the cultists and his fingers shot off. The tips of them appeared to be sharpened and they were still attached by small chains lined with blades. The fingers shot through the cultists before being pulled back into place on his hand by a mechanisim inside his arm. During the brief break this had created Olmedo reloaded the Bolgun and continued to fire at the few remaining cultists there. This first wave was almost completely destroyed, but the second and even bigger wave with the Leman Russ got closer each second. It wouldn't be long before the Leman Russ was close enough to be able to pick out it's target. Olmedo knew that the red robe he wore would probably be what gives them away.