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Post by Kaikelx on May 1, 2009 23:30:11 GMT -5
Space was hell.
The lone drop crusier made a mad dash for the planet, afraid of any and all Chaos space fleets there might be. Everyone hoped they were wrong, but the planet showed no signs of Imperial forces. They were behind enemy lines.
The planet was their last chance. Hive Kalimus. Major Xiang had a gut feeling about going there, as it seemed to be the center of some sort of activity. The comms were filled with panicked transmissions. One of them said something about tanks. However, the ship's comm officer couldn't get a hold of anyone for any information. Plan B it was.
In almost an hour later, a massive shadow started moving over the hive. Anyone who bothered looking up would have seen an Imperial drop cruiser flying over the hive.
"This is the Kai-Tan cruiser, the Shield Arrow. Any Imperial forces please respond. We request coordinates to for landing and discharge of troop. Air cavalry is already on its way. Would you boys mind telling us which side to shoot at?"
The ship's crew had gotten desperate. They were transmitting on every single open channel they could find.
Anyone who cared to looked closer through the spots of weapons fire surrounding the drop cruiser would have seen 25 black valkyries speed down onto the battlefield before.
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Post by aeonian on May 2, 2009 21:46:33 GMT -5
Harrik bounded after Sterben, top physical shape and lack of addiction to lung degenerating drugs allowing him to outrun even the prime conscripts. Harrik was thirty-four years old, and scarred on every inch of his body. Still, he fought on.
Sticking close, he crouched behind a twisted bundle of iron beams and fallen buttresses. Las shots impacted against the stone and metal on the opposite side, unable to penetrate. But that was small arms fire - the grizzled Samurai didn't expect it to hold up to an autocannon barrage.
To his left flank were wrecked and burning buildings - temples perhaps. To his right was an open street, but strewn with broken and bloodied bodies, both dying and dead. The stentch of death and decay of vitality was thick in the air, as was discharged gun powder and black smoke from incinerated oil plants and electrical equipment.
Harrik loved it.
But something was buzzing in his ear, distracting him. Then he realized what it was - the comms bead those Munitorium bastards had issued him. Upon joining Delta Team, some of his top quality equipment had been replaced with standard issue s*** so as to better match up the frequencies and channels of the advanced unit. He hated it.
Tunning into the radio wave, Harrik soon learned that an Air Cav unit, of which Regiment he did not know, was inbound to their hot zone. They didn't have a target, and were requesting one. It was time to put his Samurai training into practice, and adapt.
Climbing up onto the blackened rubble, barely peaking out with his mask, the Aeonian took a look around. He noticed some street names, and then sunk back down behind cover, producing his map from his fatigue pocket. There was blood soaked through into the paper, but he did his best to decipher it.
In truth, Harrik didn't care about the others and who the Air Cav valkyries killed, just as long as it wasn't him. Or the Commissar. He had been told that if the Commissar died - so did Harrik.
Using his vox-bead, he patched through to the Air-Cav valkyrie squadron leader.
"Blue Wing, this is Delta Team Corporal-Samurai Jon Harrik, reporting in for your sector report. We're currently held hot under fire at grid 07L by 48H. Copy?" He roared into the speaker - it would have been impossible to hear him without roaring.
Leaning back down, he popped out from his cover, blasting a group of four maniacle heretics who were running wildly through the brutal cross fire straight at the Commissar. As his bright indigo hellgun shots punched through flesh and bone of his targets, one of them exploded. A suicide bomber. By the Emperor - they were insane!
Then another messaged patched through. Catachan accented, deep and strong. It was a brave voice, but the stress in it was also apparent. Hark was caught between Delta Team's main push through the hive, and enemy armour.
S***
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Post by Count Elakor on May 3, 2009 7:33:10 GMT -5
Another hit, this time to the rear armour, but still the tank held. This was testing fate, and fate had never been to happy with Deamlimn, so he could not stay here for longer. Poking hie head out trough the hatch was not an option, and the rear escape door was facing the enemy. He had to make his own, riping his knife trough the thin topp entry had ben easy, but the side armour of a BMT? No chance. "This is a member of team Delta, i am stuck in one of the enemy tanks. It is positioned at the far east of the armour fist, i need extraction. If somone could at least weaked the west side armour i can get out myself." You cant just leave an enemy tank like that, it had to blow, at least a bit, so Deamlimn opened the mag and then one of the HE shells, seting it for timed detonation, 2 mins after hull breach.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 3, 2009 16:23:11 GMT -5
The drop cruiser was sized for only two companies, making it rather small, with a crew of around 500. As it dropped down onto the planet below, it fired lance batteries, targeting massive concentrations of enemy units.
A transmission came through to the Valkyries, and it was hard to understand. "B--e-----, this is D--ta Tea- C--por-l-Sa--rai Jon Harr-k, re----ing -- -or -our sector report. ----- c----ntly held --- under fire -- grid 07L by 48H. -opy?"
Something told Xiang that something was wrong, but he shrugged off the feeling. After all, the man DID need help, and he wasn't alone. But........
"2nd platoon, move to grid 07L by 48H, attack pattern Bravo."
"Roger that Major, moving to location."
"Be advised, friendlies are in the area, over."
"Copy that"
Second platoon was led by Lieutenant Aesti, a promising man. He had three squads under his command. Two squads were regulars, and one was a veteran of many campaigns. Each had a missile launcher and a plasma gun. Aesti's command squad was on fire support, and each man had a grenade launcher. In addition, Aesti had a Vendetta gunship attached. The five aircraft broke off from the main group.
"This is 2nd company of the 482nd Hell's Bane. Requesting coordinates for additional landings, over."
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 3, 2009 19:06:45 GMT -5
All around him, men were dropping, sent forward by the Commissar and his whip, shooting those who were too slow. Kaine knew better than to just run out into the open though. Crouching behind the burnt out wreck of a chimera, Kaine was preparing for the next surge forward, when he heard a voice crackle into his comm bead, "This is a member of team Delta, i am stuck in one of the enemy tanks. It is positioned at the far east of the armour fist, i need extraction. If somone could at least weaked the west side armour i can get out myself." Kaine could've didn't know who it was, or even what team Delta was, but he knew it must have been important. Realizing that he was close to the man, Kaine made his decision: Abandon the Penal Legion, and get his freedom. 'Who knows, thought Kaine, maybe this guy could have me aquitted.' Locking onto the man's position through the transmission, Kaine rushed forwards, moving from cover to cover. Nearing the tank, Kaine came under increasing rebel fire. "Frak!" he cursed to himself, "don't these swine ever reload?" Peeking around the cover of a tank wreck, Kaine saw his prize. Just as he was about to go for it, he heard a voice behind him. "You there, penal scum!" croaked the Commissar, cracking his whip,"Where do you think you're off to?" "Away from this hell hole, you frakking bastard!" screamed Kaine as he unloaded his bolter into the man's chest. Left with no other choice, Kaine sprinted to the side of the tank, getting hit by some las-bolts, but saved by his carapace. "Hey! If you can hear me in there, I'm gonna set a krak on the side!" yelled Kaine over the din, pounding on the side, taping his only krak grenade to the side, and pulling the pin. Kaine jumped to the ground and covered his head, preparing for the blast that would follow.
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Post by Count Elakor on May 4, 2009 8:02:43 GMT -5
Somone was on the out side, knoking, then a louder clamp. A mine of some sort, nuts, why couldnt somone get over here with a low charge melta or somthing. Anyhow, there was somwhere he could hide, behind the driver seat. There was no propper blast, just a hiss, thenthe hull dissintegrated washing him with exesive heat from the charge. Picking up the fused shell, it was already started. Trowing it back into the magazine, like it was a spider, Deamlimn dived into the burning crack, smashing trough weakned sheets of armour. Barreling into the penal legion trooper on the outside, draging the stunned man into a shellhole. "Stay down". The baffled man barely heard the warning before the tank exploded.
"Thanks." The man was aparently awestruck. "Back to the game, get up and start firing" Deamlimn said, pulling the man up to the crater edge. "You know stealth and marksmanship?" Deamlimn inquired after firing into an enemy squad, pining them. The still sligthly stuned just noded. "Good, follow me then" Deamlimn said, runing toward the Arbite station, aparently there was some kind of a combat going on in there.
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Post by aeonian on May 4, 2009 9:39:40 GMT -5
Up ahead of Harrik and Sterben, the conscripts were attacking a bunker, and they weren't doing very well. Many were cut down by autocannon and lasgun fire. The Samurai began to feel compassion, if but the smallest amount.
He called to Sterben "Commissar! I'ma goin' in!" He howled, and drew his revolver and sword before gaining permission. Yet again, he was trying his luck with the new political officer. It was not something he would normally do, but men were dying, and Sterben seemed compasionate enough about both life and victory to allow him to help. He hoped.
Harrik charged through fire, ducking and dodging, rolling once into a fox hole created by a large mortar shell. Enemy fire poured over head, and one shot even impacted with his Samurai helmet, knocking him backward and onto his arse. With a stunned expression, he pulled himself back up, and fired a stub round at the nearest hereric soldier, blowing his head clean off.
The man continued running, up to the fortified gun box. As he neared it, he detached a frag grenade, and pulled the pin. With a grunt, he hurled it into the pill box gun slot. The detonation was deafening, but the screams of the enemies inside as they were slashed apart by shrapnel gave Harrik strength.
Then he got hit.
An autorifle round tore through his hip, and spun him around twice. He fell to the dirty ground, delerious
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 4, 2009 10:26:36 GMT -5
Hark was running towards the Arbites Station in the hope to find others team members of Team Delta there or at least some way to hide for a short time until the threat of tanks got removed.
An explosion just behind his back caused a part of an building to collapse, it seemed like those tanks were still near. Darran was running through small passages trying to get rid of that tank and foot soldiers behind him. He had been running for at least a mile already, and it seemed like he got finally rid of them and that he was really close to the Imperial lines again. He rested for a moment before looking out for the Arbites Station again.
Hark was moving again and it sounded like he was getting close to an infantry battle. Lasgun and autogun shots could be heard and also the yelled commands of an commissar... Dear god emperor I hate those guys..., he grumbled to himself before heading right towards the battle. And he had been right Whiteshields were assaulting a smaller bunker, a commissar, and one strange looking guardsman and a lot of traitors.
Well looks like this is going to be fun, he said before yelling out loudly,FOR THE EMPEROR AND CATACHAN!!!. Charging head over into the battle, firing the autogun with just his left hand and preparing a frag grenade with his right. After running a few yards and firing some shots, making the cultists keep their head down he threw the grenade, a really long throw over the heads of the conscripts directly above the heads of the traitors. The grenade exploded right above them, making them try to take cover but many getting hit by lots of fragments.
At the same time the strange looking guardsman who appeared to be some sort of Samurai got hit by an autogun shot. Hark was basically right next to him by now and jumped over tp the wounded guardsman. Why can't you non-Catachans just stay up after such a little beating..., Hark cursed and grabbed the soldier throwing him over his shoulder and he started to run for the next best solid cover with him...
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Post by xorl on May 4, 2009 12:59:23 GMT -5
Tyron sprinted to catch up to Harrik, laying bleeding on the ground, just as a giant of a man scooped the man up. "What the falk?!" He chased them to cover. "You... You are a beast," he said to the Catachan. To the samurai he said "Your not invincible. Come on..." Tyron pull out his kit and hastily patches up Harriks leg. "This isnt permanent. You're gonna need some real help but this will last you a bit." He hoisted up his hellgun and fired into the emplacements silently.
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 4, 2009 15:13:48 GMT -5
"Good, follow me then" said the man as he ran off towards the arbite station. Taking a second to regain his wits, Kaine sprinted after the man, clipping his combat blade onto the magnetic clamp of the bolter. 'Where ever we're going,' thought Kaine with a smile, 'it is sure to be one hell of a fight.' "By the way, the name's Kaine," muttered kaine as he caught up to the stranger. "Looks like I'll be sticking with you from now on, seeing as my legion seems to have been destroyed." He added with a laugh.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 4, 2009 15:34:20 GMT -5
Jason slammed through the weak wood wall just in time to see a Catachan pick up some strange looking troop and run slugs chasing him dowm the hallway.
Jason grabbed the nearest cultist and flung him into another, then startign shooting madly into the crowd with his autpistol. Cultist after cultist dropped and soon there was only one left. His clip was empty, all 13 rounds expended, and thirteen cultist lay dead.
The madman charged him and Jason fought back for what seemed hours but could have only been minutes. The heretic matched him in strength but was not even near his level in skill. Jason finally grabbed the mans throat, and flipped him over so he was on top with the leverage. with one hand on the mans throat he reached for his knife but could not grab it. Instead he grabed his loose helmet and beat the heretic with it until the HUD was covered in blood and the camofluage looked more like red fabric.
"Hey you, Catachan, where is the frakkin monian!" Jason said standing up and following the trail of blood left from the wounded Samuri like soldier.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 4, 2009 18:44:14 GMT -5
Lieutenant Aesti saw the objective as his Valkyrie flew in low over the bunker. Four others followed close behind.
"Second platoon, be advised, LZ is hot." The pilot's voice was calm and neutral, like most aviators in battle.
Aesti pulled up his tactical map, marked the location, and downloaded the sensor data from the Valkyrie. Marking a landmark on the grid, he saved and closed the file.
"Alright men, you heard the Major. Attack pattern Bravo!"
A chorus of assents chimed in the comm unit. The 5 black Valkyries started strafing the area around the bunker, catching cultists in a withering hail of fire. Seeing that the bunker was not active, the Valkyries touched down just before the bunker.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The guardsmen jumped out of the Valkyries, pumping round after round of lasgun shots into the cultists. They couldn't stay there. Aesti shouted in his comm unit.
"1st squad, 2nd squad, secure that bunker! Firebase Bravo provide covering fire! Liander Squad, find cover, and dig in!"
Aesti watched as a missile flew into the bunker, making sure it stayed clear. Twenty guardsmen then scrambled in. A few couldn't find room, and found cover nearby. Aesti turned his attention to the cultists. By the Emperor there were a lot of them.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 5, 2009 0:08:39 GMT -5
"Major! Major Coraz, are you there?!!" Nothing but static. "Dammit! Its Kellion! Is anyone recieving me?!" The dark green console read nothing. Chaz was having trouble making heads or tails of this equipment. In the wraiths they had nowhere nere this level of long range comms tech. The monian philosophy is "It works, lets leave it at that". His vox bead would do him no good either, he must have been at least two miles beyond imperial lines.
His senses were sobered up to its limits, the trickling sweat on his palms made his skin cling to his white fatigues and made him ever more uncomfortable. He glanced around once more, it was pitch black, impossible to penetrate, the silence of his surroundings screamed at him in muted tones. The gloom made him feel nervous, that alone would have scared him, fear was almost like a bad memory to him after several years of being shelled to oblivion, beaten to within an inch of his life and being shot through the leg.
This arbites complex was much more extensive than most Chaz had seen, and he was the one to ask about the inside of arbites buildings. He estimated his current position at around 3 stories underground.
The deep, unyeilding shadows seemed to enroach him, trying to consume him. He felt like the darkness was staring at him. That also struck fear into the monian, it was unusual for the hunter to become the hunted, especially for a monian. Only the ambient green glow provided an ounce of illumination. He found himself flinching at every squeak and drip of water. Something wasn't right with the shadows. He couldn't waste the power in his lamp pack. It was almost dry.
A kiss of air brushed his cheek.
His airtight, monian reflexes brough him about. There was nothing there. Chaz Kellion wasn't going to be fooled so easilly.
There it was again, only a glimpse, in the opposite doorway. Could it be the cadian? The monian advanced away from the green light.
"Sergeant Chaz Kellion! Monian 37th, A company!" There was only silence.
The darkness suddenly consumed him. He turned in pure alarm to see that there was no green glow, just a smoking glass screen where there had been.
Slowly but quietly, his wraithbane hame from its hilt and slung his lasgun over his back. No point bring a gun to a knife fight. If there were an orchestra their instruments would be at breaking point.
His mind geared into action. He'd seen no arbites anywhere in the city, in fact, noone had gotten a peep from them after the chaos attack. Surely in a time of crises they'd try and hold their position?
Chaz activated his lamp pack and checked the corpses. All traitors.
So the question was, what happened to the arbiters, and where were they now... Sergeant Kellion noticed an anonimous gargling noise not a few meters from his position.
He advanced further into the darkness. After not a few steps, he sensed the presence right behind him.
The monians actions were quick and decisive as always. His longknife glided through the air. The undead arbiters head slid from its shoulders.
It was too late, the gargling noise had multiplied...
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 5, 2009 8:00:35 GMT -5
Hark looked up and looked at the Cadian taking a deep breath...
"I have a name Cadian... and if you mean the guy who tried to be stealthy in front of a lot of tanks... most likely blown to pieces already. The last time I saw him he was getting chased around three blocks away from me and shot at by tanks." Hark said in a really angry voice. After finishing with checking the wounds of the Samurai He stood up again revealing his true heigth, towering 6'10" up packed full with muscles, "I'm Catachan Devil Darran Hark, and this guy here... well no idea but he'll survive, the shot went straight through him and didn't seem to hit anything important. Just hope that strange commie won't rush in here now... Hark spoke to the Cadian again.
Darran went to checking the autogun again just to find out that it was broken by now, being overheaten. Hark threw it away and looked for another gun he could use
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Post by Count Elakor on May 5, 2009 9:12:43 GMT -5
"Deamlimn" he said, blasting the head of and enemy standard carrier. Reaching the Arbites station and taking cover on the side of the door. "Go, Im covering" The guy, Kaine aparently, ran trough. Jumping into the room, and droping to his knees, Deamlimn had the entire room covered in les than 2 seconds. Kaine was standing behind what could have been a reseption desk. There was noone, the lack of incoming fire told that instantly, but still. Somone had been trough here recently, and not only the imperial infiltrators,somone far more reckles. "With me, slowly, sliently. Watch the rear." Witouth waiting for a response, Deamlimn started moving, and with suprising stealth Kaine followd him. Somthing was talking on the vox, no idea what it migth be, altough it was imperial. "Heard that?" Kaine whispered, "Yes, tracing, wer to find it"
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Post by Inquisitor Lord Graenis on May 5, 2009 12:47:30 GMT -5
Jesden kept stock still as a tank turret turned in his direction, for what seemed like an eternity, the it stayed honed in on him, before it moved on. Rolling to one side, Jesden chambered another round into his gun before coming to a halt. Their were shadows o the stairwell leading up to him, soon after was a gutural voice. Traitors. He had seen them close up of course, but he generally kept far away. That had been before he left Delta Team to find a better position. He hadn't informed Sterben of his tendency to maintain radio silence when operating away from the main body of the force, but hopefully the Commissar would understand the nescesity.
Moving to the gap between the rafters, Jesden counted the shadows. There were at least ten, with a possible chance of reinforcement. From the way they moved he concluded that they were not after him, just looking for a better vantage point from which to see the Arbites station which this section of the battle seemed to be over. The exact same reason Jesden had come here in the first place. Except they hadn't had to walk through hostile forces to reach it, he had. He was at least half a day into enemy held territory, on the slope of a hill overlooking the dead mans ground.
Soon the traitors were underneath him. As soon as they were halfway there, Jesden dropped from the rafters, his feet planting into the face of one of them. The skull cracking from the impact on the floor and the weight of the man. Rolling to one side, he drew rose up with an upercut that threw another into a wall. Reaching below his cloak, he drew his Yvengr, and the blades thrummed into life at the contact as the bio-locks recognized him. Spinning into a Butterfly twist, He landed and span again, planting a kick into the chest of one of the traitors, follwing up with the long blade of the Yvengr. Quickly ducking a wild jab from another one, he caught its jaw with the hook end, pulling out his tongue and lower jaw with a small jerk.
Others had arrived during the four seconds it had taken for Jesden to dispatch four of their number. They now had thirty traitors, more than enough to take on this demon that had appeared in their midst, with a staff of fire, and hatred in its eyes. They were about to charge in when the eyes wen't black. Suddenly the beings appearance changed. It was unnatural. It turned into something that each one viewed differently, worse than even their demonic masters. It was too much to bear for some of them, turning their pistols and blades on themselves rather than face the retribution that the creature would bring. In a macabre sight, the remaining traitors killed themselves, arterial blood spraying everywhere, covering Jesden's face with gore. Others shot themselves through the head, skull's expanding before exploding with the force of solid shot rounds. Others still decided to run to the windows and jump. Facing a few seconds of freefall before crunching with the impact of the ground, their bodies being ripped apart from the rocks and piping they landed on.
Jesden stood still, listening for any others. There were none. He had just dispatched thirty-four men in about six seconds. He wasn't impressed. A death was a death, and he was its harbinger. He brought what many deserved. For they left the Emperors light, and he was the Emperors vessel. But more would die this day. Blood was painted over his face from the arterial sprays of the traitors, but he took no notice. Soon he was in another building on the same hill. Waiting silently for prey to come to him.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 5, 2009 15:37:02 GMT -5
"I would hope you have a name, mines Jason." Jason said throwing a lasgun towards the Catachan. "Well I am headed off to the Arbites station, care to join me?" Jason said while walking out the backdoor.
"Hey Chaz, where are you in the station, I am 100 yards away and closing, whats your position!" Jason yelled into his comm bead while running towards the building.
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 5, 2009 15:44:24 GMT -5
'I sure hope this guy knows where he is going.' thought Kaine as he stealthily followed Deamlimn, making sure to watch behind them. "Hey, don't worry about me much," Kaine whispered, "I've been doing this for years. Top of the class at the Scholam, urban and guerilla warfare, and 2 years of field experience as line officer. Whatever you want me to do, I'll complete it." Wihtout waiting for a response, Kaine turned back around to watch the rear once more.
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Post by aeonian on May 5, 2009 16:52:37 GMT -5
Harrik awoke with a scream of not agony, but anger. He howled as loud as he could, and removed his Samurai mask. His battle scarred, burnt face was grotesque and almost khorne like. The Joker ignored it. He had probably seen it a thousand times.
The Samurai rolled over, searching for his weapon. He found that it was still attached to his back when he had ran up to toss in the grenade. As he was about to stand up he heard a noise behind him. The Joker, possibly a medic, snatched up his gun, and aimed in the direction of the noise.
The Samurai didn't wait.
Jon drew his hack blade, and dove forward over the lip of the gun nest that they had been laying and crouching in. On the other side was a group of 4 cultists, cloaked in cameleoline, and armed with knives and grenades.
With a mighty thrust, Harrik planted the thick blade of his knife into the torso of the first hostile in range. Gore spouted upward. To his left and right there were more in reach, and he snapped out with his right heel, catching the bastard in the jaw. A crack echoed through the air.
Even with his wound, Harrik fought like a mad man. A beast. His blade flipped in his hand, and he lashed outward to slash the shocked cultist that stood in front of him, then spun around to plunge the cold steel into the stomach of the last. He sheathed his blade, and walked over the gun nest wall.
"You heard anything from Sterben, Death Worlder?" He asked the Catachan, who was busy scavanging for weapons. "We need a central objective. Currently, Delta Team is all spread out."
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Post by Kaikelx on May 5, 2009 19:48:33 GMT -5
2nd platoon had just finished off the most recent wave of cultists, when he over heard a guardsman talking. The guardsman appeared to be shaped after some sort of Samurai. He said something about a Delta Team, and how they needed a central objective. Delta Team... Aesti swore he heard that name before. Wait, didn't it come from that transmission that sent them here? He walked up to the samurai, and activated external comms.
"I don't know about your objective, but we'll lend you a hand. After all, that is what we were called for..."
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 5, 2009 20:28:39 GMT -5
Jack Continued advancing through the abandoned arbite building, rarely stopping to check the bodies laying around most of the rooms. As far as he could see, there was nothing within the complex, Had the Monaian left without him?
Suddenly, he saw something coming at him from one of the doorways.
Turning around, Jack activated the plasma gun's overcharge, Immediately lighting the room in an eerie blue glow,
yet the doorway in front of him seemed to be empty.
Lowering his weapon, Jack continued into the room, feeling as if he might find the man inside. Stepping over a dead cultist, Jack looked into the room, empty except for an overturned table, and some half-loaded auto guns. On one of the walls, there seemed to be a window in one of the walls. Beyond the glass, he could see a room, but for some reason, the room was the complete opposite of the room he currently inhabited.
All over the floor and walls, Jack could see the blood smeared onto the walls. On the floor, dead arbites and cultists both lay over each other, pooled blood glistening from mouths of dead officers and the craters in cultists' chests.
Suddenly, He saw a man walk into the room, shouting something that could not be understood by the specialist. As soon as the man had entered the room, a darkness appeared in the room, and the Man disappeared. Jack, suddenly feeling how vulnerable he was, looked to wards the doorway, only to realize three things:
The dead cultist at the doorway was gone,
he could hear blasphemous whisperings all around him.
There was something running down the hallway, something big.
Knowing that whatever the thing running to wards him was going to attack him, Jack raised his Plasma gun and begun firing down the hall, shouting the Linities of Faith all the while.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 6, 2009 2:41:57 GMT -5
Corporal Leman Harding looked up,around him were five other Elysians dressed in the same way he was. But that was it, he thought to him self they were not like him in any other way,they were new, never seen action. Him on the other hand had. The lone Valk bounced around they were nearly there. Leman heard over the comms that another unit of Air cav had landed and was helping secure the hive. ''Frakking fools,Don't know what there doing should leave this Valkyrie thing to us Elysians.'' he muttered to him self. Over hearing the rest of the comms transmissions Leman decided they would head for the arbites station.'' Take us the to Arbities station in sector five'' Leman said to the pilot through his comm bead. ''Copy, 30 seconds to insertion'' replied the pilot Leman stood up followed by the other troopers around him.
The valk suddenly stopped and the back door went down. Leman and another trooper threw a rapel line down and immediately the first two were out, followed by the next two and then Leman and the last trooper beside him. Once Leman had hit the ground he ran froward, followed by the other troopers around him. It was quiet to quiet. Suddenly 10 cultist from either side of the street popped up and fired cutting down two troopers in a hail of lead and las. Leman dived froward his squad followed but another two were killed before they hit the ground.
The valk had started to leave but a lone grey clad figure stepped out from the top of a large building armed with a crude looking missile launcher. He took aim and fired. The missile hit the valk. The missile must have hit the fuel because it exploded in mid air, nothing was left.
Still partially stunned from the Valk Leman had almost forgotten about the cultists. He jumped up and fired of 10 quick shots from his hellgun. Five hit their mark turning cultists into a red mist. The Last trooper from Lemans squad popped up from the ground letting of two shots but as he came back down 20 autogun rounds passed through him spraying Leman with his comrades blood.'' Damn it'' Leman yelled wiping of his glasses with his arm., he stood up and fired again killing another 3 cultists. He then heard the unmistakable sound of a large group of men in power Armour. '' Oh Frek'' Leman muttered, He knew that there were no marines units in the area so they had to be chaos. After firing another eight shots at the now large group of cultist. He ran, towards the Arbites station. But the chaos soldiers didn't seem to follow him. Why he wondered, did they know something he didn't, he decided it was safer in the arbites station anyway. He got to a door kicking it down the darkness flooded out almost like it was alive. Taking of his reflective glasses he replaced them with the Night vision goggles. They helped but not much, it was very dark, to dark, unnaturally dark......
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Post by xorl on May 6, 2009 10:25:29 GMT -5
Tyron watched the wounded man slaughter the cultists, sheer amazement on his face. How he could do that with a wounded leg was beyond him. He shrugged it off. From Harrik's face, he could tell the man felt no pain.
"I have no idea where he is; we need to get organized if we wanna do anything useful in this battle," Tyron said calmly. He slowly walked over to Harrik. "Your gonna bleed out if we don't get that fixed. I don't have plasticoat on me right now... There isnt much i can do," He said as a blast went off near them.
He dropped to his knees, looking for the source. He quickly saw that it was a Valkyrie that had been hit by a cultist missile. He saw Elysians in a panic not far from them. "What the hell?" His eyes focused into the smoke as six power-armoured traitors materialized out of nowhere.
Tyron looked at the two. "We got trouble."
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 6, 2009 16:25:25 GMT -5
Blasting at the creature down the hall, Jack flet more than ever the unnatural energies within the building, as shot after shot landed on the creature, not even slowing it down, until suddenly
It vanished.
Blinking in surprise, Jack accessed a computer that had been nearby, looking towards the hallway every few seconds. chanting rites of activation, he goaded the terminal's machine-spirit to show him the map of the building. With a final flash, a holomap of the building appeared.
Searching for a moment, Jack found the Monaian sergent he was supposed to be looking for. Yet the soldier seemed to be fighting nothing? slashing some unusual blade to and fro, the thermal image blurred as the something passed in front of him;that was when Jack realised why the man was fighting ghoasts:
There were cold bodies attacking him.
Lifting his hgaze, Jack stood up, grabbed his plasma gun, and fired into the darkened window.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 6, 2009 17:02:15 GMT -5
Hark catched the Lasgun the Cadian had trown towars him and quickly grabbed some powercells before following the man. They were getting closer to the station and the Cadian called Jason yelled something into his vox... As stealthy as a real Catachan Devil, most likely he'll get shot by a sniper soon... Hark thought, watching for traps and ambushes...
((Catachan Devils aren't sneaky like the Catachan Veterans. Catachan Devils as a creature are loud and easily to sneak around. The Barking Toad is the most dangerous creature on Catachan and my regiment is nick named Barking Toads. When getting touched Barking Toads 'explode' and release a strong toxin into the air, killing everything with around 1km range. Even powerarmour can't filter the venom out of the air and so even Marines will die from it. There is a smaller version of it as well which only kills everything within a few metres))
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