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Post by Srgt. Master on May 9, 2009 22:49:59 GMT -5
Jack grabbed the heavy stubber and braced it onto the stand. Loading the massive weapon, Jack hoped he could figure out how to work the machine properly in the upcomming moments. Flipping up the sights, Jack bearly looked down the barrel before noticing an unconcious form infront of the zombies.
Realising the man might be alive, Jack quickly vaulted over the table, ran out to the prone form in the hallway, and dragged it back to thier momentary fortress. Giving the unknown soldier basic first aid, Jack concentrated on firing the heavy stubber.
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Post by aeonian on May 10, 2009 1:46:38 GMT -5
Harrik ran, as fast as his still wounded but slightly patched leg would allow him. He reached the door in record time, and with katana in hand, hacked apart no less than a dozen of the freshly risen corpses. Their intenstines spilled with a disgusting cracking noise.
The Samurai looked around, for an entrance. He found none. So, he decided he would make his own, and produced his only melta bomb. With stead hands, the elite warrior clamped it to the large double iron doors. Diving behind a fallen pile of streets lamps, benches, rubble and bodies, Harrik hid.
The bomb errupted. The door melted.
Using his radio, he tried to contact Chaz, who he knew was in there somewhere, as last had been reported to him. Who knew where the Elysian had gone, and Orren's bolter was no longer sounding outside of the building. Sterben no doubt was handling himself wisely.
"Chaz...Monian...Chaz, this is Harrik, the Aeonian! You reading this, soldier? Tyron and I are outside the building, but everyone else is frakking tied up with something else. I don't know if anyone else is looking for you, but I'm going in for you. Just...survive! Harrik out!"
The Samurai glanced around him, found a slaughtered conscript, and ripped away his ammunition pack, and slipped it around him. With out his hellgun, he felt weaponless, but perhaps placing the lasgun's power output on a higher level and carrying more ammo would help.
He slapped in a new power cell, loaded the last 4 dum-dum rounds he had into his stubber revolver, and made sure his knife and sword were ready for easy drawing. The Samurai motioned at Tyron that he was moving in...
...into the darkness
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 10, 2009 3:03:33 GMT -5
Hark had seen something on the other side of the square. Something metallic. But now it was away again.
This is strange, I'm sure I saw something over there.
The silence was broken out of the sudden when a single Stalk Tank broke out of his hideout on the other side of the square opening fire on Hark. The Autocannon rounds pierced through the cover hitting him in the legs, making him fall over. He could feel the cold reaching out for him, when another stray shot hit his torso. Hark was dying and he knew it, The Stalk Tank was really close now, Hark pulled the saftey sticks out of all his grenades and when the tank was diretly above him. A huge explosion and flames filled the area and the cockpit of the tank got broken. The flames reaching out for the pilot and the ammunition, making it explode.
Hark was dead, but he had pulled a deadly foe with him...
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Post by Count Elakor on May 10, 2009 8:42:18 GMT -5
The man blasted of with the heavy gun. Full focus on firing at the oncoming horde, somone was lying nekst to him, probably Kaine. Picking up the demo charge and trowing it at full strength at the door. The man at the stubber barely noted the thing flying over him, bafled at how a bomb could fly on his own before being draged to the ground. The blast sendt bodies flying. Rising, pulling with him the man he had tackled Deamlimn said, "Did you know there was democharges here? and a vent?" The man was aparently stunned. "Im Deamlimn, and i see you found my cover." Rising to lock at the damage he had wreacked Deamlimn noted the bodies of the enemy had covered the dor themselves. "Better turn about and cover the vent, theyl be here soon."
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 10, 2009 10:38:00 GMT -5
Kaine fluttered into consciousness, looking up at the two blurry figures in a conversation. Blinking repaetedly. Kaine managed to recognize the form of Deamlimn, and some other man with a heavy stubber. Still dazed from the blow to his head, Kaine barely managed to prop himself up againt the barricade. "Wha- what happened?" muttered Kaine, before recieving a recollection of the previous 10 minutes of fighting. Gaining his wits about him, Kaine pulled himself up, and grabbed a autogun from a nearby shelf, along with 6 clips of assorted ammuntion. "I don't know how much help I'll be with this head wound, but I'll try my best." murmured Kaine as he braced himself behind a crate near the vent. Getting into postion, Kaine slipped off his power gauntlet, clipping it to his belt, and set his bolt psitol in front of him. 'Damn thing only has one clip left,' thought Kaine, 'then it'll be down the the small stuff.' "They're coming in!" yelled Kaine, letting off a burst of automatic fire down the vent, and watching the dumdums tear apart their unprotected flesh. "By the Throne there are a lot of them! How much longer until the cavalry arrives?" With that, Kaine slammed home a fresh clip, hoping that by some miracle he'd make it out of this in one piece.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 10, 2009 11:37:47 GMT -5
At this point Chaz wondered how much further underground he had ventured as he was blinded by his vision. The chamber was bathed in in purple light mixed with red. Vile substance coated the metal walls leaving its original purpose neigh impossible to fathom.
The great pillar almost seemed to add a density to the air around it. A spear of changing colour and fiorms spat from its tip. It made the sergeant feel nautious just glancing at it. Whatever the falk was going on, sgt Kellion hoped to the pit of his stomoch he wouldn't find out anytime soon.
Some poor bastard must've though as he looked at a skeleton, stripped of all traces of flesh. The battered and scraped armour on it was cadian pattern. His lasgun looked like a different story though. The monian checked the charge and pack load before he advanced slowly and cautiously on the pillar. He made no noise as his booted feet made contact with the steel floor. Moving without a peep is a natural monian skill, his hand pressed against his comm bead as he got a new transmition.
“Uhhhh, I don't know who the falk you are, but we got some seriously falked up s**t here...”
The sergeant was suddenly inturrupted as a constantly alternating arm lashed out for his lag from the colour pillar.
“Crap! Gotta go!”
Chaz narrowly sidestepped the lash. He aimed and fired at the arm with his scavenged lasgun in a one handed grip, the shot seemed to dissapate the warp ties holding it together. His wraithbane came out to bat away another attacker as it was inches from his face.
He quickly retreated to the entrance, a large, ceremite blast door. Maybe he could trap the thing.
His fist smashed a button conveniently labled EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN.
Chaz was uncomprimising as any monian, so he just ran back down the passage.
The sergeants instincts saved him again as another warp spawned arm came crashing through a ventilation grate to his right. His airtight reflexes bringing his body just bellow it but at no loss for momentum.
“Not me you bastard!!!”
He reached the staircase, an unfamiliar one, but it was his only option.
Chaz hit the switch for the metal door. He was only greeted by a nergetive sounding bleep. “S**ts**ts**tS**T!!!”
The changing arm closed on him ever quicker. Kellion quickly decided this thing might not be as clever as was first observed.
It was not inches away.
Chaz threw himself against the wall, a gaping hole was now there.
He sliced the chaotic arm at the point where it entered through the door. As it receded he hurried through the open doorway.
After a few seconds, he could faintly make out the distinctive chatter of stubber fire...
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Post by Kaikelx on May 10, 2009 16:58:15 GMT -5
Nene couldn't hold for much longer.
"This is Lieutenant Nene of the 482nd Hell's Bane, any Imperial forces, we need help now!"
Earlier she had been told that the Major was on his way. She knew he would be too late. Out of 4 squads (including her own support squad) and 5 Valkyries, she now had no air support, and only 14 men and women. They were running low on ammo. There were a lot of targets, but she had heard the burst transmission about aiming for the head. Nene was glad for the armored carapace suits.
"Next wave! They're coming! Wait....what the hell is that thing!?!" shouted one of her troopers.
There were strange shapes coming out of the front of the Arbites station.....
Right then and there, Nene knew she was going to die.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 10, 2009 21:30:25 GMT -5
Jason ran. He went around the building dodging the undead at every turn and reached the blockade.
"Kiern reporting for duty Ma'am. Whats the situation?" Jason said realizing how dumb the question really was. The Undead were poring in not to mention the large warped figures.
Jason grabbed a nearby crate opened it to find a heavy bolter. He set it on top of some sandbags and fired into the horde cutting the zombies down.
"This is sergeant Jason Kiern, we need some emperor damned support! Someone get over here NOW!"
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Post by jazzadazza on May 11, 2009 5:46:02 GMT -5
OOC;
Guant and Orren did you even read the previous es pages. For some reason my character has completely dispersed and been replaced by Gaunts. Srgt Master and I are the ones behind the table with orren. Guys please read previous pages before posting.
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Post by xorl on May 11, 2009 14:02:12 GMT -5
Tyron put on his helmet and followed Harrik. The nightvision on his visor was a godsend in times like these. "Harrik, i'll take point," he said quietly through his respirator. He slowly raised his hellgun to his shoulder, watching for any signs of trouble. Harrik was breathing heavily behind him.
The walls around them were coated with a slime, a bile. Blood trickled down onto the floor. "Harrik, be ready.. I dont know what the--" He didnt have time to finish his sentence, as a figure jumped out of a doorway at the other end of the room. "F***!" He shouted, firing into the doorway. The figure fell to the floor. Tyron ran to it, closly followed by a silent Harrik.
Tyrons hellgun blasted this thing apart but what it was he could clearly see. Part daemon, part human. A possessed. "Chaz. This is Tyron. What did you find down here?"
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Post by aeonian on May 11, 2009 14:56:45 GMT -5
Harrik patched into the signal that Tyron was on, trying to hear what Chaz was saying. He wasn't saying anything.
But down below, in the mid levels of the complex, the sound of stubber fire was audible, as well as the gurgle of Nurgle plauged zombies. Cursing rang throughout the cast iron walls.
The Samurai allowed the Joker to take point, but only because of his leg. Otherwise, the stubber warrior would have demanded to be at the front of the bloodbath. He kept his newly found lasgun raised and at the ready, and activated the Night vision in his Samurai mask.
Then a noise shrieked out behind him! The fighter spun around rifle at the shoulder only to find that a rapidly moving zombie had leapt at him, followed by a steel clad giant. An Iron Warrior.
Harrik pulled the trigger and a stream of las energy poured from the barrel, erradicating the bounding target. The reanimated guardsman was not the real threat though. It was the traiot marine who was already firing bolts at him. He smashed into Tyron, pushing him into the nearest room as explosives projectiles errupted where they had just stood.
With a grunt, Harrik climbed to his feet, ready for anything.
"I hate this piece of trash! I hate it! Why the hell would anyone use a regular lasgun!?" he growled in rage at the nigh useless weapon that he cradled in his hands.
It was time to adapt. Harrik reached towards the power gauge, and switched it to maximum output. Only one shot would be required to knock the bastard's head off. he popped around the corner and fired.
With a thud, he fell on his back, the recoil nearly breaking his arm. The fully energized las bolt lacerated the air, destroying the ozone but smashing directly into the neck piece of the Iron Warrior and ripping a nasty hole in his chest below.
The marine had fallen down with a titanic crash. But he was simply getting back up, as if confused as to what had just happened. Harrik looked down at his lasgun and realized the thing had broken - the enitire gun had been reduced to a charred splinter of plastic and metal.
"Tyron! Iron Warrior, you're up!" he yelled as he grabbed the Joker and hauled him to his feet
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 11, 2009 15:45:12 GMT -5
Jasons HUD wasnt targeting right. It wasnt locking on to the targets in front of him, as if they had no place in the warp.
"Fire in the hole!" He yelled popping a phosphorus grenade into the door way, which the dead poured from. The fire consumed the corpses entirely.
"Go Go!" Jason said dropping the Heavy bolter and grabbing a sawn off shotgun.
Inside were more corpses. He let loose firing the shotgun, until everything in the room was dead, again.
Around him were 3 Guardsmen, a step up from those wimpy conscripts. He motioned for the one with the shotgun to clear the doorway, the others covering him. As he moved to the door he paused listening.
Suddenly the door flew of its hinges smashing the poor man. Standing in the door way, a Chaos Space Marine.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 11, 2009 18:18:48 GMT -5
Lieutenant Nene wondered how the sergeant could tell that she was a woman from while she was wearing the carapace armor suit, then realized her helmet had been knocked off. She had just enough time to put it back on, turn to see the detonation of the explosive, and run inside. "Valres! Wait with the rest of the platoon for the Major. ETA 4 minutes!"
Inside the doorway, she saw three of her soldiers cover the sergeant. Then she saw what they were staring at. She aimed her bolt pistol.
"Duck."
A trio of bolt rounds slammed into the Marine, and her three troopers opened fire. She set up a burst transmission from her helmet.
"All Imperial forces. Be advised, there are traitor marines operating in the area."
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 11, 2009 18:35:11 GMT -5
Jack concentrated on the hallway in front off him, keeping the heavy stubber's barrel from glowing to harshly. Sweeping the gun across the hallway, he managed to push back the wave away from the defender's line.
Then the stubber clicked empty.
Seeming to realise this, the undead hoard suddenly grew in size, the cultists and undead swarming down the pathway, climbing over the piles of blasted corpses of thier comrades, heading right towards them.
Looking around, Jack found his plasma gun, which had colled down sufficiently, and seemed almost eager to rejoin the fight, steam climbing out of the barrel of the gun. Quickly tossing a frag grenade down the hallway, Jack reached down and swept up his beloved weapon, Firing point-blank at the swarm infront of him. The plasma bolts tore through the undead and cultists, burning them and cleansing the cursed troopers from the warp's taint.
As the tide drew back, Jack used his vox-caster to send a message to all the remaining survivors in the building.
"This is Corporal Jack Tyrok! All Imperial forces within the Arbite building, Go to the Armoury on the third sublevel! For the Emporer! free the dead from the warp!"
Chanting the Linaties of Faith, Jack continued to fire his plasma gun down the hallway, not giving the warp-corrupted traitors and daemon-possesed corpses an inch. Finally draining one of his plasma cells, Jack quickly exchanged it for a new one, the auxilary cell allowing Jack to both fire his formidable weapon and reload simultaniously.
Suddenly, Jack felt more than saw something big walking towards them, the wieght of the thing enough to cause a tremor in the defender's room. He could see from the shape of the thing that it was no mere mortal -unlike the besieged defenders.
It was a traitor space marine.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 12, 2009 2:05:19 GMT -5
Leman was busy firing on the hoard of Zombies and cultist when he saw the Chaos space marine. ''Ohh you have to be kidding me'' he said as he brought up his hellgun. He opened fire, the high energy las bolts penetrating the metal beast and sending it to the floor dead. Meanwhile the zombies and cultist kept coming. Leman pulled the trigger on his hellgun but all he heard was a small powering down sound, he pulled out the energy pack and replaced it with a new one. He pulled the trigger again this time Las bolts came out. The combined fire of all three guardsmen once again turned the hall way into a death trap. The Reaming cultist and zombies soon began to retreat but not because they were scared of the three grizzled veterans that had already killed more than it was humanly possible, but because they knew something else wanted them. Leman heard the sound. Down the hall just out of sight were twenty chaos marines.....
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Post by Count Elakor on May 12, 2009 10:58:36 GMT -5
Rising to the barricade, Deamlimn started firing into the horde of hell spawns storming at them, riping the to shreds with his high power blasts. There was now a new sound in the old mix of moaning, screaming and slithering, a deep iregular stomping. There had been reports of trecherus marines, but they were not suposed to be here. This was suposed to be a relatively easy way into the enemys centre. Using any for of heat sensors was futile before, but now. The marines flared up like campfires. "We got several marines on the way, on the other side of the eastern wall." There was a slight lapse in the enemy assault. Damn these zombie things soak up my ammo like nothing else, Deamlimn realised as he was down to his last two mags. "What you say guys, we stayed in this nutshole long enugh?. I belive there is some other room here we could fortify, maby the radio section?"
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Post by xorl on May 12, 2009 11:20:41 GMT -5
"On it, Harrik," Tyron said as he fired his hellgun into the armor of the Iron Warrior. It glanced its armor, and with a roar it charged at him, returning fire. Tyron jumped back behind the doorframe, as a hail of bolter shots slammed into the wall, and through the doorway.
The Iron Warrior stepped into the doorway, obviously looking for a close quarters battle. Tyron wasn't going to give him that satisfaction as he shoved his hellgun into the Iron Warrior's torso, pulling the trigger. The insides of the marine came out the other side of him, splattering gore all over the floor.
The metal warrior took three steps back, but did not fall. An eerie glow came around him, and daemonic chants surrounded Tyron's consciousness, it was all he could hear. Before his eyes the Iron Warrior sprouted new limbs, claws, talons, daemonic deformations. Tyron yelled as he fired more and more shots into the manifestation of his fears. The daemonic flesh burned and sizzled from the hellgun's blasts. The creatures head exploded, being replaced by a fanged, spitting, bleeding appendage.
Tyron was transfixed, "Harrik! Help!" He looked around, all he could see was black, infinite space. The room was separate from all else, all that remained was him, his wits, and the creature. It took a step forward, regaining its balance. It shrugged off the many hits it took from Tyron, as it steadily advanced towards the Joker.
It took what felt like an eternity for the daemon to reach the man, still firing at it. It raised its giant claws and took deadly swipes at Tyron, knocking him to the ground. It collapsed to the floor over him, ripping away at him flesh, pulling out his internal organs. Tyron screamed in agony, he knew he was dead, and there was nothing he could do. It was his fate to fall to chaos in this place, which he could only assume was the warp. With one last swipe, Tyron was finished.
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Tyron awoke to Harrik shaking him. "Wake up, Tyron! Wake up!"
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Post by aeonian on May 12, 2009 11:30:26 GMT -5
The Joker finally awoke, derranged. Whatever he had seen, it had damaged his mind, but the Iron Warrior was dead - the body was riddled with more hellgun holes than Harrik had ever seen in one body
"You alright?" He asked, hauling him to his feet.
He began to search around for another way out, and he found it immediatly - the air vents. No doubt there were small plague zombies up there, but he knew that he and the Joker could easily handle it. They were elite.
The bulky Samurai removed his helmet, and tossed it on the ground. It was nearly broken anyway, and replaced it with a bandana from his rucksack, and another bandage that covered his mouth. He didn't want to breath too much of the air...
With a mighty leap, he soared upwards, and grabbed ahold of the vent grates. They easily were pulled down and out. Their escape route was found.
Harrik pulled himself up into the air shaft, despite the pain in his leg. He checked his chronometer. Enough time had passed since his last dose of pain killers to take some more, and he began to clumsily rummage around in his rucksack for some of the pills. They slid down fluidly.
Up in the shaft, the noise of the engagments raging throughout the building became more clear - directly ahead of his position, in another room, several men or women were blasting away with shotguns. In another direction - a heavy stubber was racking off rounds, but quickly silenced as in no doubt had run out of ammo.
A demo charge went off somewhere.
More than ever, Harrik wanted to help. He reached down to help Tyron up into the vents. Once he was up, he took out his weapon.
With fumbling hands, he flicked open the chamber to his revolver - fully loaded. How had he forgotten that it was already full? Damnit. He was getting old.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 12, 2009 11:49:20 GMT -5
he sounds of the undeath things were muffled out by the thick wall that seperated Chaz from the armoury. He heard shouts and curses inside, the heavy stubber all but drowed out the sounds given out by the things, remarkably clear through a metre of steel and rockrete. Sergeant Kellion had a hunch about this, and how to end it, soon coming to the unusual thought that he couldn't do it alone.
Almost on que, he got the transmition. “Looks like we finally have a chance to speak. Scout sergeant Chaz Kellion, monian 37th, A company. I don't know what I found down there, but it ain't falking friendly. But I do have a hunch...” He smiled smugly to himself for a moment. “And i'm very giood at hunches.”
High pitched wailing was audiable down the hall. The leapers cast long shadows down the walls. The bastards had his scent.
The monian sergeant backed down the corridor. He glanced back and saw a window. Chaz moved towards it, hoping to falk that the arbiters hadn't thought to install bulletproof glass.
Kellion landed in the darkness, laying still as to not attract attention as he held his breath. Sweat tracked down his brow. Tension gripped his tall, lean frame as he waited for the things to pass by.
His state of awareness was at peak point as one of the disgusting, bloody, skeletal things stopped all of a sudden, the parasite extended from its mouth just like when that other one tried to give him one of the most uncomfortable kisses of his life.
It probed the shelves of weapons and munitions. Suprisingly untouched, had they not noticed this room? Must have been locked, no-one was that idiotic.
Chaz gently lifted himself up on one side of his body, he scanned the room for a hiding place. His hands were now slick with persperant.
He continued to roll over, hoping the comotion outside would mask his movements, the darkness enshrowded him, it comforted him.
It finally receded, finding no purchase and moving off.
The monian sergeant heaved himself to his feet, dusting himself off as he cautiously analysed his environment for any more threats. He activated his near dryed out lamp pack.
He looked around. The shelves, lined with autoguns, large clips chock full of solid slug ammunition. There were riot sheilds, tear gas, stuff great for riot control, not for the undead. But his attentions were drawn by a giant, promising looking crate.
After several attempted break outs of arbites complexes (around four of them succeding), he could unlock arbites lockwork with his eyes closed, something of a special talent.
There was a loud CLUNCK as the heavy tumblers fell out of place and the great lid opened. Chaz grinned.
The monian sergeant felt the gun the size of his torso, only his muscular limbs allowing him enough support to bear the bolter. It was immensly crafted, probably what the extended response patrols used. In a cool manner, Chaz walked over to the door.
No wonder they couldn't get it open. Grade V locks. He levelled the hefty hand cannon.
If it wasn't for his low centre of gravity, Chaz would have simply been yanked back by the kickback of the weapon.
Grade V locks could go falk themselves.
The heavy door collapsed with a heavy thunk, much to the suprise of the rag tag guardsmen behind it.
Chaz smiles maniacly just before he pulled the trigger.
The sergeant stood there and held it. Just the sheer force of the weapon racking his frame and shaking his bone structure. Fist sized bolts obliterated the undead things. Their bodies burst in clouds of crimson matter, burnt chunks of rotting organs and yellow flesh seperating.
Then he saw it.
The traitor marine filled the corridor. It was a rare sight. Hardly any soldier in the guard sees a member of the astartes, turned or otherwise in their lifetimes. Only the highest grade of las tech could ever penetrate their bulky armour, and only at specific points. Only true marksmen (or women) could ever achieve such a feat.
Lucky he had a bolter.
It took about 5 mass reactive shells but each took large chips of its ceremite armour away. One of the explosive shells finally made it. Two hearts, two sheels...
The cololosal mass of the giant crashed against the rockrete, creating a massive dent in the floor.
Chaz looked at the guardsmen and gestured to them as he continued to fire, finally getting used to the kickback, having established the right centre of gravity to resist it.
“Out the back door! Go!!!”
Before they could even reply, he was out the door himself, scooping up a couple of demolition charges as he went...
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 12, 2009 15:43:11 GMT -5
Kaine slammed home another clip, firing into the mass moving through the vent. "Any help over here, guys?" screamed Kaine back towards the other side of the armoury, where the other 3 men fired from the doorway. "I'm running low!" With a loud click, the last magazine in his gun annouced itself as empty. "Frak. I'm gonna die." muttered Kaine to himself for the third time in a day. Sliding on his power fist, and slipping his fully-loaded bolt pistol into his holster, he moved to the mouth of the vent, smashing asaid anything foolish enough to try and get through. "Time to move guy! We can't hold them much longer!" screamed Kaine in desperation, smashing apart three of the warp-spawns.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 12, 2009 15:53:30 GMT -5
Jason slammed through the armory door, seeing Kaine and some other guardsmen shooting at the vents and shattered doorways. Nene was behind him slightly(Sorry if thats not the name I am abit out of it right now). He started firing the shotgun into the vents.
'Chaz we need you here now! We arent gonna last! Oh and you frakkin idiots in the vents, i suggest you get out!" he screamed intro the comm, as he shot at more of the undead.
"For the Emperor" he screamed as he fire a hellfire grenade at the largest vent, which had jsut bent under the weight of the zombies crawling in it. As he did so, a scream came through his comm bead and he turned to see a guardsmen being ripper apart by a few zombies his lasgun just out of his reach.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 12, 2009 19:40:28 GMT -5
Xiang jumped out of the back of the his Valkyrie, and saw a sergeant run toward him.
"Sir, the LT went in with another Sergeant."
Xiang saw three Hell's Bane troopers firing from of a door way, and another man fighting besides them.
"5th platoon, head back to the dropship and link up with the rest of the forces. Aesti, take your men and make sure they get back. 3rd and 4th platoons, go search and destroy, I want to start clearing out these....things. 1st platoon, hold the entrance. Havoc Squad, stick with me."
2nd company was the best company the Kai-Tan system could muster. Havoc Squad comprised of the best men and women the company could offer.
"Havoc Squad, our objectives are to head to the armory, and to locate and assist Lieutenant Nene."
Of course, no one else could hear the conversation. They just saw carapace armored suits start jogging off in different directions.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 13, 2009 2:10:26 GMT -5
Leman fired another burst from the door, the high energy las bolts sending six zombies back to were ever they came from. Just as eight bolter rounds slammed into the wall above him. '' Crap get out of the way'' he yelled as he pushed all of the men in the door way to the floor, as another twelve bolter rounds headed straight for were they we're standing. Taking a knee leman took a look down his sight on his hellgun he could see all the twenty marines but his aim was on the lead, he rested the red dot just above the giant mans throat, he then fired. The las bolt hit its mark snapping the tratiour marines head back wards and with a thunk it fell to the floor.'' we need to leave now'' he said as he snapped up a discarded shotgun and began firing with that as well.........
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Post by Srgt. Master on May 13, 2009 9:15:51 GMT -5
Jack stood up, smiling a sly grin as he looked down the hallway at the traitor astares that filled the hallway before him. Aiming his plasma gun towards them, Jack unleashed a full-out assult against the collosal beasts. the plasma bolts flew true, and many of the shots landed on the breastplate of the marines.
As Jack continued to fire, two of the Astares fell to the floor, thier torsos nothing more than puddles of plasma. Ducking, Jack saw thier baracade blown away by the explosive rounds. Leaning out of the doorway, Jack continued to fire at the traitors, hoping that help would reach them soon.
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Post by aeonian on May 13, 2009 9:59:07 GMT -5
Crawling through the vents was cramped and difficult, but he knew he was getting closer. UP ahead he saw plague zombies in the vents. Oh hell. But what made it less terrifying was the las bolts and shotgun shells that flew up at them.
Harrik fired his stub revolver, ripping off the back of several targets, rendering them useless in combat, but still writhing and thrashing. To be safe, he unsheathed his combat knife, and crawled forward.
He ducked, and let Tyron fire several shots over his head, at a rapid rate, zombies fell dead, their heads exploding into puddles of gore. At last, it was over. The flow of hostiles had stopped, momentarily.
Harrik and Tyron crawled forward, and the Samurai yelled
"Friendlies coming through the vents, no one kill us! Alright!?"
The two elites moved up and dropped out of the ventinaltion shaft, into a room with an upturned table or something blocking the door. In the room were several guardsmen:
Kain, a female Lieutenant, Deamlimn, Lemman, Jason, Jack, and Chaz, the monian, totting a rather large bolter. The Astartes were mostly dead, and the zombies were gone. Jack was still firing his plasma gun.
As the two veterans entered the room, guns were still trained on them. Harrik put his hands up:
"Friendlies. You know that word?" and the soldiers put down their weapons. Harrik put down his hands.
The last of the traitor marines fell to the wrath of Jack's plasma gun, and silence seemed to flood the Arbite building with haunting speed. Nothing made a noise. Ears rang from the constant weapons discharge that had now stopped.
Harrik glanced around the armoury, searching for a weapon. He found what he was looking for: An autogun and a grenade launcher, bolted to the bottom of the barrel.
Casually, he restocked his belts with grenades, tube charges, autogun magazines, and even secured himself a laspistol with several energy cells. He turned to the rest of the men in the room (and the woman):
"Anyone seen Sterben?" He asked, not sure whether or not he wanted to hear the answer. No one spoke, and the silence remained.
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