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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 18, 2010 16:23:45 GMT -5
They're probably going to be concentrated near where ymmot crashed. Well, off we go, then. Stand on the pad.
*I set the device to place us near the wreckage of the plane, and stood on the pad with RT. Then a flash of light, and we were on the surface. A quick glance showed that the burning craft pieces were to the left about 20 meters. The surface was a dull, dark gray, devoid of texture. The building were monolithic, and black - a soul sucking black, that pulsed with sickly green like a heartbeat.*
Reminds me of this one show I went to a while back...
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 18, 2010 18:51:18 GMT -5
OOC: Kai, you clearly don't know that all of the uniforms members of the D.o.N.T.D.O.I.T. I wouldn't let anyone else make them.
"Hmmm Maybe I'll integrate my lil' toy into my armour" I thought and smiled as I began to dismantle the little box. The pieces were then installed into the bloody mantle. I smiled to myself. "Hetlan...You dog...You have outdone yourself..."
The Fall of Heresy loomed in orbit. But I was needed elsewhere "Hi Requiem!" I shouted, slapping him on the shoulder. "Whats up?"
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 19, 2010 0:11:11 GMT -5
((@req: Hey, all I'm doing is typing the English I was taught.))
Something flashed, and I heard a crack. I squeezed my eyes, thinking that I had finally lost, before I realized it was Requiem. It just served to prove how frayed his nerves were. On the bright side, he was pretty sure he could make a short range transmission without revealing himself.
"Req, Kai here. Sniper out there somewhere, only alive via luck. Might want to consider ducking. Starting to think OpFor better than me."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 19, 2010 9:57:03 GMT -5
OOC: Which is why I'm going to smack your teachers.
IC: What the hell? Am I a magnet for teleporting people? Hetlan, do a quick recon of the area.
*I brought my finger to my ear to activate the comm bead.*
Kai, you seem rattled. You're going back and forth from first and third person. Direction on that sniper?
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 20, 2010 0:44:06 GMT -5
"Wait one."
Something was moving towards me, almost as fast as an Eversor. Yet strangely enough, it hardly made any change to it's environment, blending in almost as well as a Callidus.....Something wasn't right.
I felt a shiver go down my spine, and turned around just in time. Detaching my pistol, I snapped it up at the figure and fired.
The figure curved around.....and I missed. I fired again. Another miss. I emptied my entire clip, and not a single bullet even came close as it advanced. A blade came at me from above, and I raised the rifle portion of my kit. The blade smashed into it, bending the metal, and almost dislocating my arm from the sheer impact. I dropped the ruined portion, and dove to my right, while attempting to reload.
Time slowed as I saw the blade come straight for my neck while I raised my gun. Almost grinning from the pressure and stress, I aimed up, and fired.
The bullet tore through my assailant's hand, sending the blade flying away, and it was quickly followed by another two in the chest. A wound that would've stopped any living thing in the universe didn't even faze the thing, and it lurched towards me, catching me in a death hug.
A quick pain surged all throughout me, and I recognized the signs. If I was right.....
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"Assailant gone."
An explosion sounded off in the distance as I stepped from a nearby shadow. The encounter had rattled me, and the fact that the Stiletto wasn't answering hails worried me all the more, and my hand rested lightly on the controller for the warp beads.
"The enemy....Appears to be using a combination Assassin. They appear to have a preference for close combat, and use drugs that cause their bodies to detonate shortly after their deaths. Their fighting techniques are much like a Callidus', although they are no slouch in ranged fire. One kept me pinned here until you arrived. They also appear to be using the even better stealth equipment than me. I could hardly see them at all. Missed an entire mag to boot."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 20, 2010 0:49:58 GMT -5
Interesting. Try to stay alive, huh?
*I made a mental note to avoid standing still, or move in a regular fashion.*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 20, 2010 3:24:51 GMT -5
*The Leviathan sank back into the empty void, a distortion field rendering it nearly invisible to sensors as the hull itself darkens it's hue to match the fathomless blackness of space, cloaking the formidable battleship to the naked eye as effectively as the sensor blinding shield.
The Leviathan's disappearance came none to soon for even as the Rocketman's flagship retreats into the darkness a pair of Tomb Ships materialize via some manner of arcane teleportation rather than by means of warp travel. The Tomb Ships glide like silent crescent daggers toward the contingent arrayed against the planet, mammoth gleaming ziggurats topped each starship and housed a massive energy matrix that was charged and ready to fire.
Massive blasts of energy slice though the cosmic tides and signal the arrival of the Necron fleet above the unknown planet while smaller vessels begin to appear is defensive positions around the two colossal enemy capital ships.
Meanwhile, Ymmot awakens up with a headache. He is soon on his feet, dusting himself off and checking his equipment. He feels a dent in his helmet and notices a hair thin crack in his right eye piece but otherwise no serious damage. The sight where his aircraft had crashed was smoking in the distance and after a moment the Rocketman recognized the shapes of humanoid figures silhouetted against the flames.*
Huh. They don't look like killer robots...
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 20, 2010 12:31:25 GMT -5
"Req, the Dreadnought is....enemy fleet engaging....speak up man, I can't bloody hear you!" I snarled, layering the tones of my voice with the Phobos Thanatos. "Necrons. Yes, bring the full weight to bear on their fleet, Admiral" I said. "I wish to address the men. Broadcast this through the fleet" I continued, drawling idly as my mind raced for something to say.
"Men, I fully expect that in the next few hours, the skies of this miserable world will be raining burning ships. And I expect that these ships will not be mine. Do your duty, and stay alive. Im nomen et Imperator. Thunder out."
"Looks like we're stuck here, Requiem" I muttered, sticking my head over the makeshift parapet and scanning the area. Nothing, not even the wink of a suppressed muzzle flash. How disappointing. "Got any plans?"
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 21, 2010 0:02:38 GMT -5
The Stiletto finished it's repairs in remarkable time. The fact that the only humans on the entire ship were stationed on the bridge helped expedite the repairs. It's cloaking fields were back online, and the damaged decks were sealed off. An additional pair of engines were brought back online, bringing the Stiletto to half of it's former speed, which still enabled to outrun almost anything in it's class and larger.
The marginal weapons systems were undamaged, and what remained of it's counter measure systems focused largely on deceiving the more corporeal races. However, it did have on trick left up it's sleeve.
Positioning itself dead center in the middle of the friendly fleet, the Stiletto suddenly cut out all power from everything except for it's life support on the bridge. Then power flared back out again. All of a sudden, the friendly fleet appeared to grow in size to actually rival the Necron fleet in size. The new friendly ships appeared to fire, and the illusion was complete all the way down to sensor contacts for torpedoes, along with the mirages disappearing after sustaining a certain amount of damage. The Stiletto made immediate use of the temporary advantage, and headed straight into the Necron fleet, disappearing completely in the chaos it had created.
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"Well, sorry. Took me forever to just nail one of them.....And throne knows how many are out there."
I took a look at the skies, noting that the flashes were starting. That was good. If the Stiletto had been discovered, I probably wouldn't have seen a think. This meant that it was still hiding out there somewhere.
"You know....on second thought....You guys might want to look away, you might get sick. Come to think of it, I'll probably regret this tomorrow morning."
Grabbing a handful of my endless supply of warpbeads, I tossed them over the impromptu parapet. I noticed several disappear, having been shot out of the air. Raising the controller, I started to spam the transport stud, looping myself through all the warpbeads I had spread throughout the area, all within a few seconds per loop.
Oh yeah, I really was going to regret this.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 21, 2010 3:26:52 GMT -5
*I was about to speak to both Kai and Thunder, but Kai warped away. You'd think I was poor company, or something.*
Well, we can always escape with my webway portal I stole... That only leaves the problem of our ships in orbit. The Golden Hem knows when to leave a fight, and I told them to back out if it gets too hairy up there. As for Hetlan's ship, Emperor only knows what it can do. He's had it for almost a year now...
At any rate, I... is that... him?!
*I began to stride forward with my multi-laser at the ready.*
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 21, 2010 13:18:33 GMT -5
One second.
I stepped out from another shadow. The assassin turned, and went for it's for sidearm.
Two seconds.
I was quicker. Snapping my pistol up, and fired a trio of rounds into the assassin's side. Stepping back to avoid the blood, I disappeared.
Three seconds.
Another explosion sounded off. I appeared again, crouching in open ground, before immediately warping again, avoiding a blade that came out of nowhere. My assailant spun around, leaping sword first to where I just appeared. Side stepping to my right, I slammed my arm into his stomach, before spinning around and firing point blank into its head, warping away to avoid the explosion.
Perching next to RT, I grinned behind my mask.
"Two down, throne knows how many left to go."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 21, 2010 13:26:49 GMT -5
*Too bad I was paying attention to the figure getting to its feet near the wreckage. I would have been impressed by Kai's display. I tapped a few buttons on a pair of devices on my own belt, then brought the multi-laser to bear.*
Hello, breakfast...
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 23, 2010 9:46:25 GMT -5
"Hmmmmm" Now where did i put that Electric Ray of total indiscriminate crushing.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 23, 2010 19:28:37 GMT -5
Sketch, it's the fuzz!
*Ymmot exclaims as he spies the dreaded dark lord of terra's pants approaching.*
Haha...hm. Hi Requiem!
*Runs for it, scrambling around the corner of the pyramid where he finds a convenient entrance.*
I knew I crashed here for a reason. This has got to be an entrance below the surface. It's probably a trap.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 23, 2010 23:47:02 GMT -5
*Teleports away.* "Alrighty then..." I muttered to myself and with a bang I teleported towards the looming monolith. I held one of my Demolisher pistols. Two hands, for better accuracy. I knew this was a stealth mission but... demolition is my forte, not sneaking. I reached to contact with the Fall of Heresy "Prepare to bombard. And prep the NEW shields. They will do wonders." Just as I finished the conversation a squad of warriors rounded the corner. As the noticed me a single thought went through my mind "Boom."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Aug 24, 2010 2:11:49 GMT -5
Get back here, heretic! Would you rather fight me AND these monstrosities, or team up until we can get away?
*I fired the multi-laser a few times, in an effort to emphasize my point.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 24, 2010 6:07:28 GMT -5
*Thunder, having grown bored of first-person, switches back to third-person narrative and idly vapourises something moving in the distance with a bolt of lightning*
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 26, 2010 21:14:11 GMT -5
I growled and loaded a new drum into my Demolisher pistol. 'The bastards were all dead but FETH it took a lot of ammo' I thought to myself. "Time to get back to Req."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 31, 2010 15:57:15 GMT -5
The funny, itching sense at the back of his neck told Thunder to turn around now. Right. Now.
Behind him and Requiem, from the blasted ashes of this dead world, arose the undying legion. Bright, silver-clad corpses rising from the sand in endless legion. A full ten thousand, their long, talon'ed hands dragging them free from the burning ground, until they, as one, stood. A unending sea of lifeless, dead creatures, their claws hungry for the blood of mortal men.
"Necrontyr" whispered Thunder, as a distant, almost mournful sound echoed through the planet's crust, a seismic moan of tortured rock and earth tearing asunder, miles beneath their feet.
"Requiem, go after Ymmot. Get out of here, now!" he snarled cheerfully, gleefully twisting his face into a berzerker-leer of joy, the simple, tense anticipation of combat surging through his body as he unlimbered ans warped the falx around him, slicing the air asunder with it's lifeless blade, as he stepped away from his friend and towards the lifeless host.
"I know you're out there, whoever you are" he whispered, looking straight into the dead eyes of the nearest machine, cool, grey-green eyes alit with the blaze and fury of a galaxy torn apart. "I know what you are. And I know what these toys are. Machines, just machines, mere constructs of power and steel, mere mimicry of life and intellect. And these machines of yours...
I can break them."
With a howl that split the skies asunder and staggered back the steel men, a concussive scream of maddened, intoxicated fury louder than sound itself, Thunder charged.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 31, 2010 20:52:10 GMT -5
With a KABOOM, Hetlan appeared. "Break them? RT. When it comes to breaking.... you are out of your league..." Hetlan raised his Hydra-blood daggers. "Six hundred and sixty six skills of a Deamon-Doctor. The flare that burns all who sin! Burning reverance!" The blades bursts into black and white flames, and Hetlan charges at the metal heretics. Hetlan reached back with his hand and muttered "Six hundred and sixty six skills of a Deamon-Doctor, I call upon the spirit of my blades to slaughter all in my name! Vorpal hail!" Hetlan through both of his blades each burying itself deep inside a warrior. Hetlan shouted to the sky "VORPAL STRIKE!!!" just as the last syllable bounced off his tongue the burning blades began to descend from the sky, impaling the warriors.
He walked up to the two necron's who's heads were still impaled against the wall. They squirmed and attempted to strike at him but he caught their hands and snapped them off. Both his fists clenched and he slammed them into the two remaining warriors. Completely obliterating their torso. His next thought made him giggle. "All your artifacts are all belong to us. You have no chance to survive. Make your time."
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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 1, 2010 20:06:20 GMT -5
Just because the Vindicares preferred long-range duels didn't mean they were slouches in close combat. In fact, I was proving this right now.
Finding shadows and coming out of nowhere, I weaved through the Necrons, dodging blades swung with machine precision, and uncanny speed. Using my warp skills to the fullest extend, I never stayed out for more than two seconds. The world became a blur as I moved from foe to foe, blowing them apart with the Exitus pistol. Slowly, I worked my way to my target.
One of the Necron Lords marched straight at me, whatever intelligence commanding it ordering it to attack the assassin. It anticipated me as I appeared in front of it, and I sidestepped a mighty blow. It reacted with inhuman speed, swinging precise blows at me, but I responded with equally inhuman agility, phasing what I couldn't dodge.
Seeing my chance, I grabbed it's striking arm, and spun inside, blowing apart its torso with a series of well placed rounds. Letting it fall, I stepped to it's rear and blew it's head apart.
"Lord. Down."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Sept 7, 2010 13:03:34 GMT -5
*Takes time out to beat Hetlan with the stick of righteous fury.*
Thou shalt not announce thine attack names as thou dost perform them.
*Goes back to what he was doing.*
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Sept 7, 2010 17:04:08 GMT -5
*Takes time out to beat Hetlan with the stick of righteous fury.* Thou shalt not announce thine attack names as thou dost perform them. *Goes back to what he was doing.* Hetlan whined "But that's how you activate the Six-hundred and Sixty Six skills of a Daemon-Doctor." Tears began to well up in his eyes.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Sept 7, 2010 17:40:56 GMT -5
Don't use that as a crutch. All the coolest people can use their skills without shouting at the top of their lungs. I realize that stealth isn't your forte, but there are times when it's an asset.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Sept 7, 2010 17:45:57 GMT -5
Hetlan thought for a second. "Do you mean... they're thought activated? Hmmmm...I've never tried it. YEAH! I'll try it!"
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