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Post by Kaikelx on May 6, 2009 17:32:03 GMT -5
Xiang listened carefully to Aesti's report. He knew now that something was messed up. They were caught up in the middle of something. Something that was probably highly evil and lethal. Maybe that's what this 'Delta Team' was sent here for. The forces here were a lot larger than just a team though......Xiang decided to commit more of his forces. He had the feeling that he would need as many of his men and women with him as possible.
"5th platoon, go to the Arbite station. See if they know what the hell is going on, and report back to me. If they need assistance, then you are to stay there and provide support."
"Yes sir," came the monotone reply.
Nene had more in common with a machine than a human, and would do anything and everything that she was ordered to do. Xiang knew that she had reached as far as she could go in the command chain, as she was not a leader. However, she was enough of a leader to get things done. Her loyalty was a trait that made her valuable to 2nd company. It'd take a god to get her to disobey orders. Besides, she was good at figuring out how to execute the orders she received.
5 more black colored Valkyries broke away from the main body.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on May 6, 2009 17:34:38 GMT -5
The tanks had been successfully neutralized but the offensive had reached another snag at a grid of fortified bunkers leading up to an abandoned arbitus precinct house that seemed as likely a place as any for the enemy HQ. His small army of conscripts had done amazingly well to make it this far but they where getting gunned down in droves. Once again the Commissar found himself ducking for cover as autocannon fire strafed the large swathe of open ground between bunkers. The afternoon had taken a dark turn and the sky rolled with sinister looking clouds as a hazy red mist started to settle on the ground, it felt hot and humid despite gusts of biting cold wind that left the body feeling damp and feverish.
"We're losing momentum delta team, we're getting too spread out, report your situation at once." Sterben barked into his comm while heavy shells whistled and whizzed above his head and then suddenly stopped. Everything went deathly quiet so quickly that it was more then a little eerie, everywhere the red haze was covering the battlefield for as far as the eye could see, seeping into the ground and into the bodies of the fallen. Sterben risked a quick glance up over the ruined wall he was hiding behind and gazed out in horror at what he saw...
The fallen were starting to rise, the dead on both sides were stirring where they lay, up ahead of him and all around him he could see the corpses of loyalist and heretics beginning to stand, the glazed over look of death once held in their eyes being replaced by the hazy red glow.
"look sharp Deltas, I smell Sorcery..." The Commissar said with fatal seriousness as he began to draw his trusty powersword.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 6, 2009 21:35:50 GMT -5
Busting down the back door, by slamming into it Jason fell into the room. Dark and cold. "Chaz do you copy? I have entered the building and I brought another guy with me and what the....." Jason stuttered. The corpse in the room stood up and started shambling towards him.
Jason unslung his rifle and brought it to his shoulder. He fired two shots into the things chest cavity. It spilled coagulated blood but kept shambling forward.
"Ok then I can work with that." He said pulling the trigger again this time for a headshot, straight through the right eye. The thing dropped and started twitching.
"Yeah sir commissar I see what you mean by a problem. I am gonna grab the monian and head back to whatever position your at by that time."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 7, 2009 0:02:10 GMT -5
"Get the faaaaalk away from meeee!!!!" Chaz fired wildly with his lasgun at the horrifying things. They were efigies of rot, plage, death. The undead arbitors flesh was incomplete, large chunks of it were missing. Their armour had great gaps in it, even the gear itself seemed to be rotting with age.
More of them came in through the second door, closing off his originally intended point of exit. He needed to get to the stairwell. These things were slow and slugish, he'd be able to cut through them. The darkness seemed almost to be illuminated by the green coloured feelings of rot and death they gave off. It guided his darkness through the gloom.
Chaz fired once again into the things of undeath, but the weapon clicked dry. He threw the thing to the ground. The arbiters seemed unhindered by lasbolts and the extra weight would slow him down.
The monian sergeant quickly drew his longknife. He got cadians message. "A little busy!!!"
He charged the zombies, his knife slipped under its impossibly slugish guard into its chest. The already limp corpse slumped. Chaz Kellion proceeded to behead the next one. He was then out the room. The stairs were now in his sight. The monian made an immediate run for them.
In a moment he found himself knocked sideways to the dusty, blood soaked floor. He rolled over only to find himself pinned by clawed hands. The thing holding him down, grunted and howled as if it were on steriods. It was skinned, it had no internal organs or skin, just a bloody, fleshy skeleton. Something was definitely up here. But chaz was too busy trying not to get chewed on by filthy teeth.
A creature, like some revolting flower burst from its mouth, it went for his face. The monian didn't want to know what it did.
He grasped two of its tentacles and resisted it. In those moments, he stared into its gaping maw, full of fangs lined around the inside of the circular tunnel. The thing drew ever closer to his face.
He repositioned his hands to grab the whole tube of it. His now free hand slowly went for his wraithbane on the floor behind him. His arm, now burning with the burden of resisting this started to shake.
The sergeant's fingers felt the wood of the wraithbanes handle. In several reflex movements that seemed to blend with their speed, brought the longknife about and through the thing pertruding from the leapers gaping maw. It seemed to kill it instantly.
Chaz was on his feet at once, he couldn't stay here. He made a run for the stairs, it was no more that a couple of metres away, the howls behind him informed him that he's a deadman if he pondered too long. He moved up the stairs to the landing.
A jolting spear of pain peirced his mind. He crumpled to the floor screaming in agony.
He turned about so he was sitting against the wall. The sergeant stared dumbstruck at the stairs, between the zombies and him he could see a limp figure, suspended there. It looked female. Her hair, black as night, her skin pale even by monian standards. The figure was clad in torn, bloody monian gear. She lifted her head, time seemed to slow down. He stared into her eyes, for a fraction of a second, it was like gazing into eternity.
The image dissapated in a poof of energy, there was a sharp scream that roared in his ears. Another of the leapers came through the spot where she had been.
Chaz swiftly rolled over onto his feet and the thing smashed into the wall, the force of the impact rebounding through its skeletal structure ans shattering it.
He didn't look back, just kept running...
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Post by jazzadazza on May 7, 2009 2:25:22 GMT -5
Leman walked forward his hellgun raised. He could hear screams, but these weren't natural, they were something else. Something ran passed the door in front of him. Leman went to fire but the thing was gone. "Come get me you falking piece of dirt'' Leman screamed, his words seemed echo off the very darkness. The thing returned to to the door, it stood there and looked at him. Leman couldn't see it, all his night vision goggles made out was a outline of a person. It slowly walked forward. Leman fired. All eight of his shots hit, killing the thing, well Leman hopped it did. As soon as the thing hit the floor Leman heard more screams there sounded like there were hundreds even thousands. Leman spoke into his mike''This is Zulu 11 is there any imperial units in the arbites station i repeat are there any imperial units in the arbites stattion?''..........
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Post by Inquisitor Lord Graenis on May 7, 2009 13:56:47 GMT -5
Hearing Sterben report over the comms didn't shake Jesden. Nothing could. He had fought the enemy too many times for that. Instead, to keep anything even remotely to do with the warp away, he kept his Pariah field open. 'Guess I may as well check in' he told himself. 'Delta come in, this is Jesden, I cannot give my current location, but know I am stilla ctive on these channels. I am making my way to the Arbites Station. Just stay there whilst you can. Be there ASAP.'
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Post by Count Elakor on May 7, 2009 14:07:05 GMT -5
What was that sound? There had never been anything moving along them, but that sound was there always, rambling, slithering, like somone drowning trying to drag themselves over the flor. Kaine was still with him, spooked tough, Deamlimn never expected the man to hold on for so long. The fix on the vox got stronger, whatever imperial forces was here did get closer. "I saw some stairs back there, maby their under us" Kaine said. He wasent stupid, or a coward. Most people would try not to mention the stairs, hoping they didnt have to go down. "Good call, down the halway, to the left." They started moving down the stairs, the sound got more imminent. There they were, the dead revitalised. In a flash, Deamlimns sword was out and sliced trough the body in the blink of an eye, decapitating it from the shoulder to the hip. But still it refused to die splitt in half it was still moving. Wrigling around. But neither Deamlimn or Kaine had some urge to investigate. Runing trough the halway, they were aparently everywhere. It sounded like they were everywhere. Another came up at them, leaping from a side dor. Kaine was instantly up with his rifle, spraying it with lasbolts. At that range and power, the creature was blasted to bits, stil it did not die properly. Every part moving like an individual creature. But that was not important, a new sound was added, the burning fuss of a plasmagun.
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 7, 2009 17:17:01 GMT -5
Kaine pulled up his bolter, and unleashed a salvo of explosive bolts into the creatures shambling forward. "What the frak are these things!?" screamed Kaine as he dropped his spent bolter, pulled out his bolt pistol, and slipped on his power fist. "We have to get out of here! These things won't die!" Kaine yelled as he smashed one of the creatures aside, and blew another's head off its shoulders, but it kept coming. "Move towards the sound of that plasma weapon, we'll be better off if we can vaporize these monstrosities!" Holstering his bolt pistol, Kaine pushed his way towards the sound of the plasma being fired, smashing aside anything that got in his way with his power gauntlet. 'What in the name of the God-Emperor did I get myself into?' thought Kaine, pulverizing another of the creatures.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 7, 2009 18:49:43 GMT -5
5th platoon landed in front of the Arbites station.
"This is 5th platoon of the 482nd. Zulu 11, we approaching the compound, and are about to enter, over," came Nene's monotone voice.
She saw one of her squads prepare to enter through the door. There were unnatural screams everywhere, but that wouldn't stop her from getting some answers.
"Go, go, go!"
A trooper busted the door open, and another threw a grenade in. After the detonation, the squad piled in.....
"By the Emperor, what are these things!?"
"Get it off! Get it off!"
"Hang on! Wait, what the-"
"This is 2nd squad, we ne- n-no, NO!"
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 7, 2009 18:52:21 GMT -5
Steven stood up. He had absolutly no idea what had happend.One minute he had been walking through the city ruins and bringing heretics down in hoards,the next,blackness had consumed his thoughts and he had fallen into a unconcious sleep like state. Standing up stifly,he wondered how long he had been out. His pack was still with him,and he was still where he remembered,but his laspistol was gone. No,it was lying in some rubble not so far away from him. He pulled out his canteen and took a short sip. Bodies laya ll around him. Four fallen conscripts in a ragged but somewhat noble state of death. Seven meters ahead,bodies of cultist lay in heaps.Piled high,the bodies were riddled with holes and slashes. Someone with a knife must've taken care of them. His missile launcher was still on the peak of his pack and had not been used since landing. Sighing and reaching foreward to retrieve his pistol,Steven noticed it for the first time. Silence. Not true silence of course.He was in the middle of a mass war for a massive city with millions of warriors on both sides fighting unholy battles all around. But the city sector,the one he had first arrived in,the one he was still in,was deathly quiet. Reaching into his collar to press a button on his comlink,he tried to speak. Only a hoarse choking fathom of his voice came out. "This...this is Steven....Steven to delta,please....please respond sirs..."He said barely able to talkand having to pause every few words. He listened for 45 seconds before fianlly deciding to move foreward. Past the great city buildings and towers,he saw the wall. Massive and intimidating to any opposing army,including the great imperial guard,the city citidel lay in the center. His best chance was to try to get their to a central gate and pray for the best. "The emperor.....The emperor protects....."Steven said quietly to himself before begining his long journey to the gates of inner Kalimus.
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 7, 2009 19:25:39 GMT -5
Jack ducked as a clawed hand flew to wards his face. Pulling up his plasma gun, Jack did not even bother to aim before firing his plasma gun into Another creature. Running down the hallway, he only stopped to engage a few of the...things that attempted to attack him. Lacking any substantial close combat weapons, Jack was forced to use his plasma gun and las pistol to neutralize any threats in this evil building. On his comm link, Jack heard the arrival of the reinforcements, and was trying to get in contact with them.
Entering an abandoned armory, Jack sent a message on all the standard frequencies he could find, "This is Corporal Jack Tyrok! I am within the Arbite's Armory, and am in need of assistance! Be advised: corpses are re-animating, and require vaporisation or neutralization to be downed!"
Finishing his broadcast, Jack flipped a table in front of the door, and placed a few crates of ammunition behind it, making sure that his makeshift barricade would not fail. Bracing himself against the table's edge, he begun firing down the hall, were more undead and mutants were shuffling, sliding, floating and charging to wards him.
Thanks to a combination of luck, Imperial construction decrees, and skill, Jack was able to hold off the first wave, and paused momentarily to examine the armory's contents. Most of the cases he found contained standard peace-keeping tools, and was useless to him. To wards the back of the room, however, Jack begun finding more advanced weaponry. Pulling a las gun case to wards his 'chock point' Jack looked down the hallway and saw another wave of attackers headed to wards him.
Aiming down the body of his plasma gun, Jack prayed to the Emperor that his plasma gun had cooled down, before firing into the oncoming hoard.
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Post by aeonian on May 7, 2009 21:34:17 GMT -5
A bright green light seemed to glow from the Arbite station at this point, reaking of chaos sorcery filth. Without a doubt, foul magic was eminating from the very structure of the building, but where within it? Guardsmen from all around, from all different directions, began to fight the zombie like creatures that were springing up around them with grotesque vitality.[/b]
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Post by aeonian on May 7, 2009 21:47:38 GMT -5
Harrik stopped dead in his tracks, the Joker stopping behind him with the small amount of medicae supplies in his hands, lasgun across his shoulder but at the ready as any elite warrior would.
The Samurai sniffed the air. Something was not right, that was for sure. Then he got the first radio message. It was from Sterben, who he could no longer see through the mist and fog. The Catachan Devil was gone, following that Cadian somewhere, but that was okay. The Joker and the Samurai and the newly arrived drop trooper could handle themselves.
Harrik put his hand to his ear where the vox-bead was situated. His blood drained from his face.
The grizzled warrior spun about face to confront the Tyron. "Zombies..." is all he said.
Static errupted in his ear, but it was quiet static, like it didn't want to be heard or recognized. That's when a small, almost frightened voice patched through. It was Steven, the rocket troopers.
"This...this is Steven....Steven to delta, please....please respond sirs..."
Harrik was torn. He couldn’t decide who to go after first. Sterban could handle himself with his small army of guardsmen that surrounded him, but Steven was alone, and Tyron had also just motioned towards an Elysian up on one of the landing pads of the Arbite station, barely visible through the gloom. The Samurai recognized the sound – the incontrovertible hiss of a Hellgun as it penetrated flesh and rent armour. The Elysian was under fire, apparently.
Off in the distance, the sound of sporadic bolter fire flooded Harrik’s senses. Kain! Kain Orren was in trouble as well, and he was the closest. The Samurai took out his rifle and dashed into the fog.
That was when he saw them for the first time – rotting, decrepit, shambling corpses all of them. It was if the newly dead had prematurely decomposed. At least a dozen of them hobbled his way.
“No! No! NO!!! Die, mother frakers!” He howled as he raised his rifle to his shoulder. The first few shots took the heads off the closest monstrosities, and several more behind them were sliced in half by the hellgun’s lethal energy beams.
They were coming at him from his left and his right. Tyron was firing his weapon as well, and some of the nearby drop troopers had begun to fire along side them. Regular Lasguns were very much less effective however.
Not stopping to rest his wound, ignoring the calls of the Joker, Harrik sprinted towards the arbite station.
Finally – he had found a reason to fight for someone else. Delta Team were his friends.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 7, 2009 21:52:22 GMT -5
"Jungle boy, watch your back there some freaky nuts going down in here." Jason said slowly walkng towards the next doorway. As soon as he was within feet of it he heard screams over his comm bead and gunfire somewhere else in the facility. He bent down to look at the body of the creature he had killed. It was a human in shape, but with sunken features like it had been dead for a long time. The eyes were entirley black.
"Hey I remember these...." Jason said remembering something he had seen picts of back on Cadia. In some places the dead were reanimated by Chaos forces to fight Imperials.
"Message to all Imperials, shoot the creatures in the head, one shot kills, oh and dont light them on fire, it wont kill em, just make em stink, good luck all." Jason said over the Comm channel.
"Come on lets find this guy and get the hell out of here." He said opening a door to a nearby room. He walked into the pitch black room the Lamp on his rifle lit. He couldnt believe what he saw. A few dozen of the creatures were in the room banging on the opposite door.
Jason heard more gunshots and screams. The whine of lasguns echoed through the hallways. The thump of grenades detonating all through out the facility.
"Oh shi-" Jason stutterd again as they noticed the door open and a light going into the room. Jason hadnt time to think before they started for him. He started shooting full auto and backed out of the room.
"Get the hell out of here go go!" Jason yelled pulling the Catachan with him outside the door they had just come from.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 8, 2009 4:05:31 GMT -5
Leman waited he didn't get any replys from his transmission but he got other transmissions, but none of them made any sense. Leman decided he would head for the sound of a Plasma gun that now seemed to be firring more rapidly than before. He walked cautiously forward his hellgun raised. He entered a hallway walking to wards the sound of the plasma gun. it felt like something was following him though he turned around what he saw disgusted the Elysian. Hundreds of zombie walking slowly to wards him.
Leman fired. His hellgun spiting death into the zombie hoard. It didn't seem to slow them down. Even when one fell two more took its place. Leman thought it best to leave, he ran, down a hall, through a room,down another hall until he could see the blue glow of a Plasma gun shot. The zombies were still behind him. He peeped round a corner. He saw a Guardsmen behind a table with a Plasma gun firing at a crowd of zombies that advanced on him. Leman pulled a frag grenade, pulled the pin and through it round the corner, it went of. Leman ran past the dead or stunned zombies and dived behind the table. Turning to the guardsmen Leman said '' Hi my name is Leman, whats yours ohh and by the way there is another crowd of them following me''.
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Post by xorl on May 8, 2009 11:15:27 GMT -5
"HARRIK!" Tyron shouted, running after him. The samurai had run into the fog, leaving Tyron. He knew that leg was not gonna hold Harrik up forever and if he kept pushing himself he was gonna lose use of that leg.
Tyron stumbled into the fog, tripping over a body on the ground. He soon realized that the body was wrapped around his leg, clawing its way up his body. The legless corpse of a conscript moaned as it attempted to chew through the Joker's carapace.
"What the falk are you?!" He shrieked. He quickly pulled out his hell pistol and unloaded three shots into the zombies skull. It relaxed its death-grip, and Tyron staggered to his feet. He was surrounded by the disgusting freaks, they were approaching from all sides. He hurriedly scooped up his hell gun and immediately fired into the swarm, felling the corpses left and right. "FALK YOU NURGLE!" he shouted into the sky.
Suddenly he remembered, Harrik was running to the station. "Harrik! Hold on, i'm coming too!" and Tyron full on sprinted in the direction of the station, his black armor a stark contrasted to the white of the concrete.
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Post by aeonian on May 8, 2009 14:04:59 GMT -5
Harrik stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He knew that Tyron was more informed on medicae skills than the Samurai, so he would simply have to wait a moment. Up ahead, there were several rabbles of nurgle risen beasts pouding on one of the Arbite station doors, attempting to gain access to it. Something was calling them...
Loading a fresh frag grenade shell into his launcher, Harrik took aim at the first group. He fired the shot. The detonation was deafening. Decapitated heads and severed limbs were tossed about like rag dolls. Dark ichors ran freely in the dusty streets.
He fired another grenade, but there were always more. Too many had died this day for the number of Nurglitch slaves to run thin. He would simply have to keep killing. Realizing that he was completely out of 40mm frag grenades, he brought his hand back to his hellgun's main trigger.
The gun hissed in protest. Out of ammo. Once again, a very rare fear flooded his body, and he sank to his knees, not noticing the pain in his leg and thigh. With bitter contempt, he tossed the weapon aside and reached for a nearby lasgun.
With the lighter weight weapon in hand, Harrik resumed firing, the weaker beams of las energy punching uselessly into the corroded flesh of his targets. The Joker caught up to him, and kept firing along side of him, his own hellgun wreaking havoc.
Harrik, beginning to fell more kinsmanship towards his Delat Team comrades. With a low voice, he spoke to Tyron.
"You alright, boy?"
He called him boy because there was no doubt that Harrik was older than the Joker. His face appeared far to youthful to be a special forces guardsman, but then again - Aeonians didn't age well. Perhaps it was only his perception of the young that made Tyron look so young.
But the Joker was one hell of a fighter. Not to mention a skilled medic. If there was anyone that Harrik wanted to be with during the battle, it was a special forces soldier with a hellgun and carapace armour who could patch up wounds. End of story.
"We'll get in there no matter what. You just patch up my frakking leg, and we'll go get Orren. He sounds like he can handle himself, but I want to make sure he's...that he's safe."
And in a much quieter whisper, he muttered: "Emperor take me...I'm getting to damn soft."
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 8, 2009 16:34:09 GMT -5
Kaine paused to catch his breath, pullin gout his bolt pistol and checking his ammunition supply. Only 2 clips left. "Frak." Kaine muttered to himself, racking his bolt pistol. "This is one frakked up place, and now I'm almost out of bolt rounds. Could it get any better?" Suddnely, kaine looked up, realizing that he was alone. "Deamlimn?" Kaine called out softly, before hearing the noise of a plasma gun firing, close now. "Frak! I'm sure the man can handle himself. Wish I didn't lose my frakking helmet back there, then I would know what was happening." Kaine continued, talking to himself to calm. Making his choice, Kaine moved towards the sound of the plasma gunner, bolt pistol in his left hand, power gauntlet over his right. Picking up speed, Kaine broke into a sprint, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Running through the doorway at the end of the corridor, Kaine burst out behind a mob of the blasted creatures. Kaine paused, unnoticed for the moment, and saw where the plasma shots where coming from, seeing them suddenly stop and be replced by the sound of lasfire. "Relief is here, comrade!" screamed Kaine emptying his bolt pistol's clip into the mob before holstering it. "Hang in there!" With that, Kaine pulled out his Astartes blade with his left hand and activated the power gauntlet in his right, charging into the mass. Kaine swung left and right smashing bodies to a pulp, and severing limbs. 'There are too many of them.' thought Kaine, as the creatures slammed claws, teeth, and limbs into him, protected from damage from his crapace, but staggering from some of the heavy blows. Suddenly, Kaine staggered back, clutching his forehead, and feeling blood run down his face. Kaine stumbled back away from the mob, pulling out his frags. "Take this you frakkers!" he screamed, activating both of the bombs and throwing them into the mass, before falling to the ground, unconscious.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 8, 2009 18:07:59 GMT -5
He was running when Steven saw him. A young conscript Steven recognised from the drop ships. No.Not running. More like. . .like limping in a careless way.When the conscript first got off the ship,he was drilled in a way to match that of a stormtrooper,but now. . .now he's just hobbling out in the middle of the road.When he was within 20 meters of Steven,he did run. Not run in happiness,or in eagerness,or not even in fear. He ran with a purpose.A purpose like that as a scavenger to a fresh corpse. Pulling out his boltpistol,Steven aimed and waited. 10 meters away. 8. 6. 5. 2. He fired. The round was point blank. The conscripts did not fall back. It did more. It flew back.It was blasted back.Even the headshot that had felled it did not kill it instantly.It twitched and shook violently on the ground before going into what Steven thought as a second level of stillness. Sighing and continuing foreward,Steven felt confused and lost. Suddenlty,a loud buzz broke his left ear drum. Ripping his bead out of his ear and gasping,Steven felt blood trickling down his temple and past. Now he was alone and without communication.And half deaf.And very sore all around. Yay,he thought. Ripping the collar of his tunic,Steven pulled a silver aquila out and ripped it from his neck. He held it in his hand for a while. Then he reached down and grabbed a fallen lasgun from a conscript who didnt need it anymore. He stuck into barrel into the ground and made it stand straight.He put the aquila andon the shoulder stock and unbucked his steelbowl helmet.He placed it on top and made the rim containing his stenciled name face north. He pulled out his cap and placed it on his head and continued foreward. "In the emperors.....In the emperors name...."He gasped,still barely able to talk.
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 8, 2009 23:29:41 GMT -5
Looking at the newly arrived trooper, Jack only rolled his eyes, muttering something about bothersome zombies before saying "I'm Jack..." and removing the cooling coil of his plasma gun. Looking at the burned surface of the wire, Jack saw that had he fired two more shots, he would have suffered overheat.
Quickly placing annother, clean coil into the weapon, Jack looked down the hall and saw that there was indeed more of the undead shuffling towards them. Aiming steadily, Jack begun firing measured bursts...
3 shots...
1-count,2-count,three-count...
3 more shots...
Reapeating his pattern, Jack fired volleys at the swarm ahead of him, and he could also see that his new arrival had opened fire too, using what seemed to be a hell gun. Together, the two troopers fired into the numberless crowd, the blue-white fire of the plasma mixing with the reddish glow of hell-shots turning the passageway into a literal oven, the air itself seeming to kill the monstrosities as the came.
Suddenly, Jack's heat indicator warbled the maximum temp warning, just before Jack felt the heated metal burning his normal hand. Dropping the glowing weapon, he was forced to pick up a nearby las gun, and attempt to learn how the weaker weapon could kill the dead creatures shuffling towards him.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 9, 2009 0:03:56 GMT -5
"Aesti, meet back up with the rest of the company. We are over the Arbite Station. Sending coordinates now."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Nene, status?"
"We're nearly over run sir. Our Valkyries are grounded, and we are nearly out of ammunition. Be advised sir, aim for the head. Requesting reinforcements, sir." Nene was still as cold as ice, even in the face of death.
"Alright, Nene, we are on our way."
Kaikel had spotted a large square located near the Arbites Station. It was strange that in a hive, there would be this much empty space. Something nagged at him, but he needed to get 9th and 5th companies into action as fast as possible.
"Drop Cruiser Shield Arrow, touch down at the following coordinates. Transmitting coordinates now."
For a few moments, Kaikel enjoyed the thought of having his own personal army. Then he focused on his tactical map.
"Laughing Skulls! Attack pattern Zeta!"
Attack pattern Zeta: Overwhelming, unrelenting, all-out assault.
Kaikel knew the risks. But perhaps the show of force could raise moral. He hoped it did. If it turned out that they were the only major force, they were outright doomed.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 9, 2009 2:49:36 GMT -5
The monian felt his mental stamina draining from him. It felt as if something was battering at the sides of his skull, trying to force its way into him, to chew him away from the inside. Chaz staggered on, he had no major injuries but the mental toll being played out on his head was agonising. Endless waves of...whatever it was broke against the fortress that was his mind.
He wondered the dark corridors of the complex, he'd lost the undead things and nothing but muffled roars could be heard. Only his instinct of self preservation kept him going on, untrenched by a half a lifetime surviving one of the harshest environments in the eastern fringe and the latter half navigating unimaginable warzones.
He attempted to make sense of the madness, but saw no sense.
Another piercing spear of pain penetrated his mental barriers. Whatever it was, It had broke in. The pain continued, the monian sergeant crumpled to the floor in the darkness, so alone...so, very alone.
He wepped and wepped as his mind was overunn by horrific images, a small puddle was formed by his tears.
With one, gasping surge of effort, he disposed of the mental burden forced upon him.
He looked up, at first, feeling to be at a serene peace, but what he saw would challenge his very perspective of the universe.
Around him, he only saw dustm dust and smoke. There were several scattered ruins. Time seemed to have no meaning here. Hours, days, months, years, all of them seemed to be plucked up by the clouds that soared through the sky above him. Time had no meaning here. Chaz felt like he should've been sucked into the oblivion but he wasn't. It was as if he was wrapped in the last pocket of time left.
He decided to stumble through this, unreal wasteland. The sergeant then thought of all those from his squad. They were the most skilled and stalward lads he'd ever had the pleasure to lead. If he died here, they would not be remembered, not even him. Sergeant Kellion felt a rush of energy and mental fortitude at this, he had finally found something to fight for.
Chaz starteds to run, he ran faster than he thought he had the physical energy to do so, but he was running.
But this...this...place was not going to let him go without a fight. Something invisible struck at Chaz, multiple times it's unseen strikes attempted to break his body. He was now battered and bruised, he was dry of any will to carry on living.
His only option now, was to lie down and die. He felt ashamed, appauled. This was not the way for a monian to die, alone, battered, no physical energy to carry on fighting.
He slumped to the dust heavilly, and closed his eyes...
Kellion was awakened a second later, a sharp scream.
Ther monian was sweating, his suddenly sober state running souly on pure adrenalin.
A pair of boots stared at him when he lifted his head. At the top edge of his vision at the top of the black boots was white cloth. Had someone found him? It was that woman again, the one wearing monian fatigues stained with blood. She reached down, on further examination her figure was slim, not unusual in a monians build, her face was half concealed by a wreath of black hair. Only a single, blood shot eye was visible on her face. Despite her battered appearance her presence lifted him. The mysterious figure before him had a reassuring aura that made him want to live. For what reason he had no idea but she gave out her hand to him.
He gazed dumbstruck at it for a few seconds, then he placed his own hand in her grasp. The corner of a smile was revealed as she hauled him to his feet.
The wasteland was gone, the dreary, metal and concrete corridors was back again.
That was not what drew his attention though...
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Post by Inquisitor Lord Graenis on May 9, 2009 5:15:37 GMT -5
There were reports of fog spreading around. Jesden could see it building up, but it never reached him, even as he moved into it, the warp essence powering it around him sputtered and died. It was like a circle that nothing could cross. As such, his view was clear for around thirty metres. He needed to make the most of it. He picked up a small burst of transmision from a man called Steven. Jesden racked his brain. Steven? Heavy Weapons, Missile. He was in trouble, and so the Voltrenian did what he did best, running forwards, always wary, his footsteps making no noise at all, or what little noise there was, even a Space Marine would not have picked it up with his augmentated hearing.
Soon, Jesden could hear groaning, and moaning, as the undead rose but it was cut off as Jesden past by them, his Pariah field casting out the warp presence. 'So this is why I was sent to this world by the Inquisitor.' Jesden crouched, he could see movement in the distance, just outlines, but one was unmistakably still alive. He shot what seemed to be a bolt pistol, the muzzle-flash lighting up the fog for a few metres. His target flew backwards. 'Definately a Bolt Pistol.' As the man moved off, Jesden jogged after him. 'Steven! Is it you?' his voice cutting through the fog.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 9, 2009 6:01:28 GMT -5
''Come and get as you mother falkers'' leman screamed as he fired. The combined fire of the 2 guardsmen was starting to take their toll on the zombies. Leman took a quick glance at his hellgun energy reading. 50% still got enough juice for a while he thought. Noticing that jack had drooped his over heated plasma gun the zombies now seemed to be gaining ground.'' Wait here'' Leman said to jack, with out waiting for a reply he got up and ran to wards the back of the armory. He found what he was looking for. Picking up the heavy stubber he ran back to the table and handed it to jack. ''Here try this'' he said as he began to fire once more.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 9, 2009 12:21:20 GMT -5
"Huh?" Steven said hearing a voice from his good ear. He couldnt make out what it said,but he recognised the sound as human. Sighing and raising his boltpistol,Steven hoped he would find out if it was on his side or the other. Before it was too late. 10 meters away now. He could make th man out a little better through the fog. He cocked his boltpistol and aimed. 6 meters. It was a guardsman. He put his pistol back and made the sign of the Aquila. "He.....Hey ther-......hey there sir."He said trying to complete his sentance. "Major Serge-.....Sergeant Steven po-.....Steven Ponce" He held out his hand. "You dont.....dont know how glad i......how glad i am to see you" He looked at the sky and gave a quick prayer. "Where do we......do we go.....do we go now,sir?"he stuttered.his voice still wasnt good,but he hoped he wouldnt have to talk much.
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