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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 20, 2010 14:16:30 GMT -5
Lucan yelled "Follow me you chaos bastards" and dived into a small shack turning a table over.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 20, 2010 17:07:12 GMT -5
Threepwood threw caution to the wind. With the others drawing their fire at the front, the old sniper burst from the hut with laspistol and wraithbane ready to engage the sentries on the higher ground.
The first one in his way didn't have time to scream. The two behind him clumsilly reacted, firing at the monian trooper. Jaythord downed one of them on his way to cover. With autogun fire ricocheting off the rocks, Threepwood took his half-empty clip from the pistol, stored it away and put in a fresh one, then returned some blind shots.
As soon as he heard the tell-tale sounds of re-loading mechanisms on the other side of his cover, Jaythord rushed the guard. His wraithbane pierced the mans gut with un-natural swiftness.
With most of the sentries up here down, the sniper took out his sniper rifle and took out one of the traitors pinning down the captain. He opened up his vox channel again.
"Lucan! Think fast! You've got a few flanking you around the digger!"
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 20, 2010 17:15:19 GMT -5
Lucan grabbed a flash grenade and threw it out of the hut he was in, the detonation created a bright flash but by then Lucan had sprinted forward eyes firmly shut, one of his knives in his hand. He slammed into an enemy soldier barrelling him over, he kept running his eyes open, the knife stuck in the man's chest. He unslung his shotgun as he ran and loaded an incindinary round into the chamber and fired on a mining vehicle, it penetrated the fuel tank and exploded. "Thanks for the heads up. Continue the sweep". Lucan knew he was lucky, his refractor field had taken most of the damage but would need time to recharge now.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 20, 2010 17:34:01 GMT -5
Bevon shook his head he was making excellent progress he was about 50 meters away from the mine entrance. There were armed guards and workers swarming out of it armed with pistols and rifles. Bullets and las rounds were flying past Bevon at equal measure. He hid behind the nearest machine he could find. Throwing grenades form behind cover. He timed it 3...2...1...And a patch of blood had just streaked across the machinery. He darted out from cover and moved to the next, his hellgun firing with precision knocking down a dozen hostiles.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 20, 2010 21:54:26 GMT -5
Gregori felt the sharp crack of each blast of bullets. 'Heretics' he thought to himself. A lasbolt slammed into his shoulder plate. Gregori responded with a bullet into his head. As three more troopers rounded the corner, he drew his pistol and fired a round into the head trooper. As the round smashed into the chest plate, a massive blast of electricity caught the other two in the blast.
Lolita quickly drew her rifle and fired taking down an trooper. "Everyone here?" No one responded "Good." She ran down with the hallway with a knife drawn to Gregori. "Luckily no one could inform the guards."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 21, 2010 3:56:48 GMT -5
The Firefight was over as soon as it started. "Threepwood, get up high and watch for any reinforcements. Bevon cover the mine entrances. Vought you're with me we'll sweep the buildings for anything useful including 4 clean uniforms."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 21, 2010 6:44:24 GMT -5
"Yes sir." Bevon proceeded to cover the entrance they soon would enter the mine and he would be one step closer to home.
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Post by stgene on Aug 21, 2010 12:41:12 GMT -5
Vought grumbled under his breath. "Oh, now he wants to use some fecking disguises." Then he raised his voice and spoke into his vox-set, "Copy that. I'm almost at the armory, so I'll check that right now."
Vought crept out from behind a digger and approached the armory. It was a short, squat little building, with only one door and no windows. There were no guards, and the building was secured only with an old-fashioned padlock. Vought grinned. This is gonna be easy.
Vought, after checking that the coast was clear, snuck up to the door and studied the padlock. Should I pick it?, he wondered. Nah. Why waste time when you could do this? He raised his auto gun and shot the lock off, then eased the door open and entered the armory. His jaw dropped. "Hey Cap?", he voxed. "I think I hit the jackpot."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 21, 2010 15:31:47 GMT -5
Lucan looked inside and failed to suppress a whistle. "Bevon, Threepwood get over here. Time to restock our equipment gentlemen."
The armoury was crammed full of hi-tech weaponry. Lucan went over to a hellgun and checked the power pack. "Hmmm good charge...this is really advanced gear..." Lucan's voice trailed off as he saw a cabinet. Inside untouched by the heretics was guard issue bolt gun, it's casing a simple black affair with gold leaf devotional icons engraved into it. Lucan calmed shot a round into the case shattering the glass. He search for some ammunition. "I think i'll take this, a suit of enemy armour." Lucan checked the boltgun it was highly advanced. Loaded with gas powered shells and equiped with a scope he found after some trial and error could be hooked up to his new armour's helmet scope. "Very nice. Feel free to take what you want trooper, pick up 2 hi-ex explosives"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 21, 2010 16:01:50 GMT -5
Threepwood showed a rare flash of emotion as a small, wide grin spread across his face at the sight of the armoury. He immediately vrummaged the shelves. He was soon tooled up with more grenades, a couple meltabombs, a hotshot issue laspistol to replace his own standard laspistol. He then quickly outfitted his sniper rifle with extra parts such as extended magazines, a high quality 3x zoom scope, a foldable buttstock to make it easier to carry and higher-caliber rounds. He took an enemy uniform an put it in his relatively empty pack. He usually got by with his core, monian infiltration smarts but he knew as well as anyone how quickly a plan can go awry.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 21, 2010 16:37:33 GMT -5
Bevon scanned through the armory, glancing at all the weapons, armor and munitions. He gave out a small whistle. "I got that, don't need that, no just no. Ah their we are." He grabbed dozens of upgrades, suppressors, scopes, laser sights, an under-slug shotgun. "Yes that will do nicely." He grab a few med packs, some extra carapace plates and a re-breather to go with his helmet.
He looked around at the team it was like a bunch of kids in a candy shop. He smiled "Sir thats a beast, imperial guard issue bolters are quite rare nowdays."
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Post by stgene on Aug 21, 2010 17:42:56 GMT -5
Unlike the rest of his team, Vought was still standing at the door with his jaw agape. That's...a lot of guns. Then, shaking himself out of his reverie, he took note of what his squadmates had selected.
"Okay, Cap's got a bolter, Threep has some meltabombs, Karen has...well, a lot. What does that leave for me?", Vought said. Then he notices the meltagun. "Oh", said Vought. "Oh perfect." He quickly grabbed the weapon and four gas canisters, put the canisters in his pack, then looped the meltagun around his back, leaving it easily accessible, but out of the way.
"Alright Cap, I think we're ready to go."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 22, 2010 3:22:33 GMT -5
"Ok make sure you've all got some enemy body armour. Vought remember those two charges i ask you to grab." Lucan waited for Vought and the rest of the team to file out "Go and take cover near the mine entrance i'll be along shortly" Lucan grabbed an explosive charge from a shelf and started to program in a 5 minute timer. "No sense in leaving this for the enemy. Ok Five minutes let's get underground gentlemen" Lucan clicked the arming button of the charge and strode out towards the mine entrance.
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Post by stgene on Aug 23, 2010 22:01:11 GMT -5
"You got it, Cap.", said Vought as he grabbed the two charges and ran out of the armory. Sprinting across the mining compound, he noticed two miners also hurrying in the same direction.
"I think I've spotted our local contacts."
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 23, 2010 23:30:14 GMT -5
Gregori loomed around the corner. He heard them a pair of guards heading down the hall. He waited at the crossroads, Lolita stood by the other edge the silence field humming softly. The guardsmen passed, Gregori brought his fist smashing into the throat of one of the guardsmen, as he pinned him to the wall, Lolita rammed her knife repeatedly into the back of the other's skull. Blood splashed over her face making a horrific set of warpaint. Gregori looked down the sights of his rifle. "Hall clear, let's move out!"
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 24, 2010 6:23:52 GMT -5
Lucan got to the minehead, "5-4-3-2-1-Bang"
The Armoury exploded in a spectacular fashion. "Now that's some fireworks."
He turned to the miners. "Now who the hell are you?"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 24, 2010 6:45:57 GMT -5
Threepwood kept the crowd under guard, his sniper and cyborg eyes closely observing for any traitorous glares.
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Post by stgene on Aug 26, 2010 0:16:08 GMT -5
OOC: @ TGS: Huh? What crowd? @laughing Man: Who plays the two resistance NPC's?
Vought arrived at the mine, panting. "I said I think these are the members of the local resistance." He then looked around, and asked the Captain. "Where's the Threep-machine? For that matter, where Karen? We just spectacularly blew our cover and it's just us and the guides."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 26, 2010 3:09:52 GMT -5
OOC: You introduced the locals, you can play them. But some guidelines. They'll only guide us through the mines, once we reach the city we'll get a new contact inside the city which i'll manage.
Lucan looked at the two men, their faces defiant but not towards him. "You two our local contacts?" Lucan looked into both their faces then brought his shotgun up and racked the slide and calmly said, "Red Alpha Beta Blue"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 26, 2010 3:12:49 GMT -5
Bevon rounded the corner "Some one call me, Now I dont think that was stealth sir, so who are these two guys."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 26, 2010 3:24:45 GMT -5
OOC: @stgenje The workers who hid during the firefight.
Threepwood herded the remaining workers out of their quarters under the eye of his rifle.
"What do we do with this lot sir?"
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 26, 2010 4:13:09 GMT -5
Lucan turned to the worker's. "Total secrecy mr Threepwood." Lucan swung his silenced auto pistol up and opened fire on the crowd.
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Post by stgene on Aug 26, 2010 19:01:26 GMT -5
Vought raised an eyebrow and said, "Ice-cold, Cap-man", then opened fire as well, his silenced auto gun making no noise. The two guides watched on in silence. Vought stopped firing and turned to the two, "Aren't you, uh, alarmed that we're massacring your buddies?"
"I like to think there's a special place in Paradise for the innocent killed in war.", said the first one, a short, stocky fellow covered in a standard-issue mining suit. "Besides, most of them aren't from my neighborhood." He stretched out his hand, "Zag Vector, and this", he indicated his partner, "is Monty." Vought looked at Monty, did a double take, and swore.
"A mutant!", he hissed, for Monty was indeed a mutant. He was incredibly thin and pale. His back was unnaturally hunched, making him look like some terrible cross between a frog and some sort of hairless rodent. There was not a hair to bee seen on his body, and his head, hands, and feet were much long and thin. But it was the eyes that marked him as a mutant and not a victim of some plague. His is were large, bulging, and a wet, milky white. Fortunately for him, his more mundane partner was quick to come to his defense.
"Yeah, so? He knows the mines like nobody else, and he's scared to death of, well, everything.", said Zag hotly.
"If he knows the mines, why do we need you?", growled Vought.
Zag grinned. "I'm the only one he trusts. Think of me as his handler."
Vought sneered. "That's not good enough, unclean. How do we know we can trust you?"
Zag's grin vanished, and he paused. "You think I'm a traitor, don't you? Fracking Guardsmen, always think you're so fracking heroic and superior! You land on a planet dealing with a fracking civil war and automatically assume everyone is disloyal. You want loyalty? I'll show you fracking loyalty!" Zag paused and took a deep breath. Then he started speaking again, this time in a low voice. "I grew up in a rough part of town. The roughest in the city, actually. When those cultists took over, my neighborhood, the Wharfs, was the only one to remain loyal." His voice became more and more heated. "The cultists burned everything and sent the survivors to the mines. Only about 600 were left out of a population of 40,000." Zag was almost shouting now. "And they were sent right here. Most of them didn't make past the first month, and the rest slowly died off or were executed. It was me and five other guys that was left out of forty-fracking-thousand. You know where those five guys are now?" Zag pointed at the pile of bodies. "They're in a special fracking place in Paradise, that's where! So don't give me skak about loyalty." Zag stared at Vought, fuming then turned away.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 26, 2010 21:45:40 GMT -5
Gregori grabbed his vox. "Boss...we have a problem!" He lifted his rifle and fired "We're pinned down!!! Emporer DAMN! Shhhhhhh...."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2010 2:17:29 GMT -5
Jaythord could only turn from the sight of the massacre and think: "I've seen too much of this s**t in my lifetime." He would have gone onto thinking if he was too old for a soldier, but he'd already had that thought many times before so it felt a tad unnecessary now.
It was complicated, how a monian works. They hate almost every military authority in the guard but they cared about most civilian bodies they protect despite their history of serious psycological conditions. But absolute discretion was vital so Threepwood just turned away and let it happen.
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