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I see, I assumed from Alex's picture that he was a CSM, it turns out he's a cultist...
EDIT!

..and he leaned backwards slightly to avoid the blow, then brought his power sword up in an attempt to stab the creature squarely in the chest. The Genestealer attempted to dodge, but it had no way of avoiding the blow - the blade plunged into the Tyranid, exploding out of its back. Arkus knocked the corpse away with a backhand blow. Looking ahead, he saw a hulking form lurking at the back of the tide of Genestealers - the patriarch; the broodfather itself had targeted him. If I kill the Broodlord, the lesser Genestealers will be easier prey, he thought. With that, he let out a bloodcurdling warcry, and charged into the Tyranids. A lesser foe would perhaps have quailed before the Blood Angels' fearsome call, but the Genestealers were unperturbed by it. Arkus sent an elbow into the side of a Genestealers' head, sending it realing, firing off his pistol as he did, killing the creature next to it. Claws scraped against his left pauldron, and he swung out, separating the shoulder and arm of a Genestealer from its body. Arkus kept on running, smashing into the creatures ahead, bowling them out of the way. Sensing the beasts closing in all around him, he knew he had to act swiftly. Then, for some reason, the Genestealers merely stopped and stood hissing at him. He was encircled, and the Broodfather stepped forward to face him. Arkus swung his sword, but the massive Broodlord dodged the the blow, and faster than even the Arkus could react brought a heavy claw down - causing three deep gauges on his right breastplate. He brought his right arm up, pulling the trigger of his pistol, but the Broodlord was faster still - the same claw that had damaged his armour was used to deliver a powerful backhand that sent him stumbling backwards - the plasma bolt hitting the ceiling. Arkus holstered his pistol, and instead drew his oldest possession - his chainsword. He revved it in a taunt to his foe. The Broodlord reared back, and let out a roar that would stop armies in their tracks. The two combatants charged simultaneously, and when they met, talon and claw clashed with blade and revving chain. Arkus struck with a downward sweep of his powersword, but the Broodlord parried the blow with a scything talon. Then Arkus swung out with his chainsword, the roaring weapon cutting into the Broodlords' tough exoskeleton - but the strength of the blow cut the bone, and there was a gouge in the exoskeleton where the weapon had struck. But no debilitating damage seemed to have been done, and the Broodlord merely struck out with its left claw, but this time the creatures' weapon merely bounced off the masterfully crafted armour. A talon lashed out, designed to impale Arkus, but this too was deflected by the ancient armour. Arkus raised both of his weapons, and brought them down diagonally, each one knocking away a talon and claw, leaving the broodlord exposed - in that instant he struck, bringing his powersword round again, into the opening created by his chainsword. The sword became embedded in the behemoths mid-section, but still the Broodlord would not die. It forced itself further onto the weapon, so as to get closer to the Blood Angel. It screamed out in obvious pain, but it forced itself onward anyway. It swung, but Arkus dodged, and brought the chainsword up in a wide arc, into the side of the Broodlords' head, the chain-weapon making short work of the Tyranids' brain, sending ichor and gore flying to the ground around the combatants.

Oh, just incase anyone's wondering, Arkus is on the Space Hulk.

OOC: Sorry if I confused anyone, I am actually a CSM, I 'recruited' some cultists! So when are we allowed to RP again?

OOC: Hopefully all the confusion has been solved and I'm aloud to post again, 'cause I'm doing it

IC: Mal finished up bandaging Paulson's left arm. The arm was almost useless, and without proper medical attention it would be for the rest of the mans life, however short and miserable it may be.
Standing up he strode to the second story window of the building they took cover in, he surveyed the city.
"Alright ladies, I can see the Rendezvous. lets get street side and see if we can't find anyone else alive. Need all the ammo we can get, The boys won't mind....."
O'malley picked up the four power packs laying on the windowsill then walked back over to Paulson, Mal hoisted him to his feat and handed him a Laspistol and power pack.
"Sun's almost down, hardly any charge on any of these..." Mal said solemnly, "Gotta make it last though, just a few more blocks to go."
Mal shot a glance towards Kade. "I still can't believe your not dead.... Damn fine job trooper. You coming along for the ride?" he said as he tossed one of the Smaller energy cells designed for a Laspistol towards the man.
With that Mal loaded and slung his Lasgun over his shoulder and drew his Autopistol, and began to head down the stairs.

OOC: I has prisoners! *happy bunny*

IC: The cultists had caught onto the fact they weren't using live ammo. They were leaving their buildings and advancing solemnly across the street, arms raised to the sky, screaming devotions to whatever twisted beings they worshipped.

Of the Enforcers, only seven were left. After Castella had shot a fallen comrade, one of the greasy bastards across the street had launched a missile into the precinct, which had blown a chunk of her comrades apart, and more importantly, had deactivated the power routed towards the cells, and now the prisoners were running riot.

Castella swung her shotgun round in a tight arc, and smashed a man with a face not dissimilar to a bulldog, to the ground. Sure we're out of live ammo, Castella mused, But manstopper rounds still can cause damage.

A man with hands like dinner plates ran past, heading for the door. Piggy, deftly stepped out of no where, tripped him up and smashed a powermaul into the back of his head. The prisoner convulsed, but it was already clear he was dead. You could rarely survive a strike to the head from Castella's second in command. From below there was a dull thumping on the door. The cultists were trying to get in.

"Arbites! Downstairs, now!" She yelled over the ruccus.

The six remaining men in her command moved as one, shooting, or beating any prisoner to the ground that got in their way. When the team reached the stairwell, they charged downstairs and into the lobby. The front door was buckling from the force of the blows.

Piggy vaulted over the reception desk, and rummaged below. He pulled out two iron cases, and began to enter a pin combination to unlock them. Stencilled on the side of each case was a name:

- V.I.N.C.E -

on one, and on the other

- B.U.L.L.S.E.Y.E -

With a click, the cases swung open, and Piggy pulled out a pair of folded up objects; all wires, and legs. The thick set man pressed a big red and forboding button on the bottom of the objects, and the machines flickered into life. The pair of cyber mastiffs unfolded, and flickered into life. They sat on the reception, with mechanical tails wagging, and with curiously mechanical barks being emitted from their throats.

Castella glanced back at the door. The hinges were almost gone. It felt like time for a dramatic speech.

"Lads, powermauls on full charge. Kick 'em in the nuts and brain them with the maul. If I dont see a pile of wimpering bastards on the floor in thirty seconds, your all fired!"

A couple of laughs barked out.

Castella pulled a gas grenade from its fastening and prepared to pull the pin. The doors creaked ominously.

Riot shields were lifted, powermauls flicked onto life.

A hinge went.

Shotguns were loaded, Vince and Bullseye's mechanical targeting apparatus narrowed in anticipation.

The other hinge went. The door fell, and all chaos was let loose.

You can all RP, Alex is a CSM...

I have been very busy, sorry about the delay!

As the drop pod screamed down from the heavens, Felis began to formulate a strategy. There is a Chaos Cultist war band assaulting a fortress, and he would land right into the thick of it. He had forgone his normal Terminator armor for something less clunky, a suit of power armor. The light flashed green. 300 meters to impact. He hefted his Axe and prepared for the doors to open. The drop pod fell to the ground with a sickening thunk. The pod doors opened, and Felis was ready for the hordes.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" He screamed, as his axe cleaved though flesh like a knife through warm butter. All around him were the dead and dying. He stormed through the streets, his body covered in the gore of the unholy. The targeter on his helmet readout sensed heat signatures on the other side of the door to the Prison. There were also 2 beast like creatures who gave of lots of heat. "Foul warp beasts. Soon, you will fall." He placed his axe on his back, and began to slam down the door. The first hinge broke easily. The next hinge snapped off. He barged through the door looking for Cultists. He found, however, survivors.

ooc: I think we could use a map to see how far we are from everyone

Alex hid behind the ruins and sighed heavily, he picked up some broken glass and looked at his reflection. Blood was poring from his nose and he was covered in cuts. For normal Guardsmen they could fight! He mused on what to do next and then a familiar voice barked in his ear.
"Are we just going to sit down all day or are going to go kill them?"
Alex turned around and saw nobody.
"I'm on your battle-barge you idiot."
Alex sighed, and pushed himself up.
"Okay were now?" Alex replied
" There is a large park that has been used as a rendezvous before in the past"
A large grin spread over Alex's face as he realised the Guardsmen must be heading there, he put on his helmet and gauntlets and sped off in the direction.

How is Alex a CSM, exactly? He was an Imperial Guardsman that killed a 10,000 year old champion of Khorne..somehow.. and was then possessed/tainted. In no part of his life did he become a CSM. And before anyone comes up with a solution, candidates for Space Marines must be around 10-16ish when they're selected.

Sorry to reign on your parade, but that's just what I do.


Edit: He could perhaps have been given gifts of chaos to make him stronger, though, so we could just say he's stronger than a normal human and has armour.. but not power armour.

Daww okay :(

AlexGrannell wrote:Daww okay :(

Humans can become Daemon princes too, y'know? They just have to bash a few more extra skulls.

OOC: I assume it's us Felis has met-I'll act on the assumption it is.

IC: Kade nearly fell of the rubble he was perched on as the Marine fumbled his way into the room, yelping with surprise. The rest of the squad was caught just as unawares, raising ther weapons in a meek attempt to stave off any attackers. After seeing that the Astartes was on their side, Kade mumbled "at least this one thinks the Emperor is actually quite a nice guy", feeling a bit vunerable without his helmet that had been lost in the brawl earlier. Carious approached the Astartes, giving a low bow, and conversed for a while. Kade watched on Idly, as did O'malley, and the veteran began to wonder about what had happened to that Word Bearers fleet tactical had showed him earlier. Ah well, no use worrying about it now. After a while , Carious returned to the squad. "Listen up Lad's! Lord Felis of His holy chapter of the Ultramarines here has agreed to accompany us till we reach rendezous, so I don't want anyone showing us up here, got it?" he balked, with more than a little bit of Sweat evident on his face. "Yeah, we can't let the marine stake all the credit this time" mumbled a trooper to the left of Kade, who he had identified earlier as Paulson, prompting a chuckle from the other squadee's. Carious just glared at him.

OOC (again): Sorry if that was a bit rushed, I didn't really feel like writing much tonight. Also, if you're interested this is roughly how I imagine Kade's face looking like:

Alex had been running of what seemed like forever, the scenery blending in to one grey mess. He stopped and checked his surroundings, and saw a huge fortress like building on the horizon. He thought that if he made it to that building he could stop and rest as night was falling, Alex started running towards it worried about what was lurking inside...

OOC:I think the door Felis beat down was to the precinct where Castella and here arbites are hold up.
and I don't see why alex can't be a CSM... we've got 2 or 3 marines running round and they're all undisputed bad-asses
maybe go back and change the age and height, maybe the bio... but we're already in pretty far, may not matter anymore.

AnthraXAvenger wrote:OOC:I think the door Felis beat down was to the precinct where Castella and here arbites are hold up.

The nail has been hit on the head. Sorry to rain on your parade, Fauntleroy...

Well i think Felis can appear to LLF, considering i was a lazy sod and didn't post any acknowledgement. Plus, this means i can has a lovely fight and of course, i think maybe another arbite's gonna go down in a suitably grotesque way.

IC:

"FIRE" Castella and Piggy screamed in unison, as the first cultist, a withered man with bloody ritual scarring across his chest charged in. The cresendo of shotguns being fired in response was deafening in the small enclosed space. The leading cultist was thrown bodily back into the press of madmen trying to get in. He was hastily left on the ground where he landed, and was soon trampled by the charging horde. An arbite (Castella had never bothered to learn names) with a riot shield mulched his maul into a naked man with daubed glyphs on his forehead. To her left, Another Cultist went down to a punch to the windpipe. But the press of bodies was evidently too much. Castella stabbed downwards suddenly, plucking a mans eye from its socket. Her adversary didn't even have time to react, as a strike from the butt of a shotgun brought him down. The prisoners were pressing down the stairwell, itching to get their own back. The two cybernetic hounds vaulted forwards, and with mechanical precision, neatly severed the jugular on two separate cultists simultaneously in a fountain of blood.

The arbites were quickly going to be surrounded, as ex-prisoners pushed in on one side, and Blood crazed killers pushed from another. Castella pulled the pin on her Gas grenade, and lobbed it amongst the feet of the cultists. It blew up in an explosion of thick green gas that blinded and incapacitated with deadly effect. The arbites, with their protective visors took the advantage of the sudden lapse in the assault. However, Castella, Piggy and another Arbite, some Rookie who still had delusions of Piety, had forgone wearing masks. Castella staggered, her arm clenched over her eyes to try and prevent the burning sensation. Piggy, a true knuckle head ine very respect, ignored the fact his eyes were screaming in protest, and battered onwards. The new guy was curled up on the ground crying. Vince bit a cultist kneecap off. It looked as if the Arbites would win; they were causing massive damage to the unresisting Cultists, taking bloody revenge for each Enforcer that had fallen. Castella sunk to her knees. The gas was causing her throat to contract, and cause her to choke. Even Piggy was beginning to feel adverse effects. Bullseye removed a hand at the wrist in an almost leisurely way. The gas was beginning to clear, and a few of the Harder cultists were slowly staggering back into combat.

Castella got back to her feet, and, to regain as much of her reputation, shot a prisoners head clean off with her stubb pistol.

A terrible laugh echoed through the Precinct, and the melee that had began to regain momentum faltered, and then stopped. Something was standing in the thresh hold of the entrance. Its body encased in heavy powered armour, and adorned with severed heads. Its blood red armour glistened in the murky light of the Precinct. In each hand it held a huge and terrible Chain blade, and axe in one hand, a sword in the other. Chunks of flesh hung from both. The world eater let out another laugh, before he leapt squarely into the staring humans.

As he landed, he crushed a prisoner under his iron boot, and, lashing out with his revving weapons, he drew blood and severed limbs with every stroke. An arbite was torn clean in two at the waist, a scream rising in his throat. A cultist, whom was screaming thanks to the gods, lost the top of his head as the chainsword screamed past. In three seconds three arbites had gone down, the rest had chosen the clever idea of slipping out of the Precinct surreptitiously. As Castella led the few survivors away down a nearby street at breakneck speed, the World eater carried on slashing and sawing away and the now trapped humans within.

ghosty wrote:Well i think Felis can appear to LLF, considering i was a lazy sod and didn't post any acknowledgement. Plus, this means i can has a lovely fight and of course, i think maybe another arbite's gonna go down in a suitably grotesque way.

Alrighty.

From now on, let's just keep the RPing as clear as possible.
I will upload a more in depth map tomorrow

((MAP!MAP!MAP!))

Alex sprinted to the grounds of the large fortress and looked around, there had obviously been a large battle here as many cultists lay dead and there was a large amount of dried blood and severed limbs. Alex checked his heat sensor on his helmet and saw faint trails coming from a nearby street, Alex sprinted off down the street...

map's coming...
I will be on holiday for a week from sunday onwards, sorry

((Going anywhere nice?))

Wales...

Ahh cool have a nice time!

Maps were promised and lo, they were delivered and Ludd saw that it was good.
for the poor quality continent map:
Brown spray- mountains, all heavily mined.
red spots- large cities
purple spot- The capital hive, Hawkreach
black spots- ports (the planet has a powerful navy/commercial fleet)
The rest of the planet is primarily agricultural with various settlements and mining stations all over.
Also, the planet is under attack and therefore, a full garrison is in place. alongside various extra contigents... The sky is full of aircraft and tanks lay ready for battle in the scrubland.
Mining facility: (not actually at sea)

Imperial Ship investigating the space hulk before the BA arrived

Nice pics. Btw I'm in Cornwall/thereabouts atm and will be til late next week.

Will you have internet access (like meee) on holiday, Ludd? If not, I'll keep an eye on things . Unless you want a RP pause for a week tomorrow.

I won't have internet access so, RP had better pause till I get back, make the most of today everyone!

Hmm.. now that I won't be able to/need to post anything/much on this thread for a week, I might actually get started on the Gowab event..

OK, I'm going now...
The Demise of Salem is now officially paused till a later date (next week) But when I get back, I will introduce some NPC leaders of various factions, till I return, happy hunting!

Need..to..make..fictional..evil marines..die..raaargh!