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Post by aeonian on May 13, 2009 10:01:28 GMT -5
Everyone save for Sterben, Steven, Furion and RT are in the armoury now, I believe (correct me if I'm wrong), and we need to now find the source of the Zombie rising.
Most likely, it's at the top of the tower.
WE MUST STAY TOGETHER, NOW! IT IS VITAL FOR SURVIVAL OF OUR CHARACTERS, AND THE COHERENCY OF THIS RP!!![/b]
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on May 13, 2009 10:35:19 GMT -5
Sergeant Chaz Kellion took a brief look at the assembled soldiers. Falk! Maybe the emperor had a sense of humour, some of the biggest misfits on the planet thrown together.
He looked at the exotic warrior clad in black, complete contrast to the monian white and dark blue. "I found some sort of pillar thing, falking crazy stuff. Think i have a hunch."
The scout sergeant showed the others the demolition charges.
"Thats why i picked up these."
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Post by Count Elakor on May 13, 2009 13:05:59 GMT -5
Chaz was pointing to a bundle of democharges with a scary grinn. "Slow down now, first we need to find the thing." Deamlimn was not sure about a proper way to get the people here to cooperate, but they had no coice if they all wanted to survive. "It apears those zombies migth have larned that we spell death for them, lets move when we still have the chance" The coridor was clear, and they were soon ready to move.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 13, 2009 14:26:27 GMT -5
The amount of moans made Steven feel alone even though the Inquisitorial trooper was with him. Not wanting to talk,Steven grabbed the mans arm and started to pull him deeper into the city towards the sound of shooting.He could hear huge amounts of shooting to the northeast,and huge amounts of moaning everywhere else. He pulled out his boltpistol and cocked it. The emperor protects is what he tried to say,but the words wouldnt come out. He merely shrugged and ran foreward,firing at anything that moved towards him from the shadows. The inquisitorial agent ran close to his heels also firing,but Steven couldnt make out whatweapon he was armed with from the sound of its discharge,due to his now bad hearing,and he didnt want to tear his eyes away from the path ahead for fear of being attacked. They ran through the streets.They shot whatever moved.They made their way towards the shooting. Steven suddently turned course and ran into an abandoned building. It was several stories tall and would provide an excellent vantage point. He ran up the stairs trying to out due his fading breath. The agent kicked open a door on the 4th floor and they ran inside. They saw the Arbites station at that point. It was besieged by hundreds of those fethin' things. They just kept pushing foreward,trying to get to the defenders with sheer weight of numbers. Several firing ports were ablaze with lasfire and several other weapons. Steven pulled out the missile launcher and took aim at a huge number of them. And fired.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 13, 2009 17:10:55 GMT -5
Xiang led Havoc squad through the compound, clearing out the zombies.
"Damn it all, we're going to run out of ammunition!"
Xiang understood the trooper's frustration. The sooner they got Nene, the sooner they could get out of this place.
"Nene, if you can hear me, respond, over." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nene watched the others with little interest.
"Nene if you can hear me, respond, over."
She instantly recognized the Major's voice.
"Major, I am in the armory with several friendly soldiers."
"That's good. We need to get the hell out of here."
Nene paused. On one hand, she had an obligation to stick with this......squad. On the other hand, she had an order to leave. Of course, the Major didn't know the whole situation.
"Major, these soldiers might have a way to stop the creatures, do you still wish for me to withdraw?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Xiang thought about for a while. Ah, what the hell, Xiang would just have to trust these soldiers.
"Nene, tell the troopers that Havoc Squad and I are on the way."
"Copy that."
"Alright Havoc Squad! Head to the armory!"
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Post by aeonian on May 14, 2009 9:42:17 GMT -5
Harrik made sure that everyone was armed to their fullest and ready to move out before finally moving to the door. It was locked shut, and no noise emitted from the otherside. It seemed clear...
The door slid open with a metallic hiss. Steam poured from the pistons as the electric motors worked and moved. On the other side was a staircase, no hallway.
Harrik began to move up the stairs, allowing the others to move past him. He trusted these men and the woman enough in combat capability that he did not mind letting them take point.
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Post by xorl on May 14, 2009 10:52:12 GMT -5
"Ive got point," Tyron said, moving to the front of the group. He carefully climbed the stairs, peeking around the corners and through the doors leading out into the many hallways and rooms. The whole place was empty. Where is everybody...? he thought to himself.
One floor... Two floors... Three floors, four. They moved up as fast as possible being as careful as they could. However, the staircase abruptly ended at floor five, as made apparent by the large red '5' painted on the wall. There was a door to his left and a door to his right.
"Anybody know where we're supposed to go?" He asked. Then he heard noises from the other side of the left door. Horrible noises, like that of fingernails on a chalkboard, bones breaking and screams of agony all rolled into one. It pierced his eardrums, and reverberated down the stairs. He motioned to the left door and kicked it open.
On the other side of the door was a large room, and on the other side, an industrial looking elevator leading up the tower. Inside the room however was a man, chained to the floor. But the laws of gravity seemed not to apply to him, as he floated in the air. He was shackled up, like a prisoner in his own soul. Surrounding him were chanting cultists.
The sound was in his head now, the room around him bending in and out of shape. The presence of the forces of Chaos were strong in this room. Tyron opened fire into the crowd of cultists.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 14, 2009 16:21:02 GMT -5
Being behind just the Joker Leman saw the group of cultist and the demon host. Bringing up his hellgun he fired ,killing a cultist before the rest turned on the group of guardsmen and opened fire. Las bolts and lead pored through the door way. Leman and the other guardsmen all took cover. pulling out his last frag grenade Leman pulled the pin and through it into the open door. ''fire in the hall'' He yelled
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 14, 2009 17:52:08 GMT -5
"Down down!" Jason yelled pushing back a few of the guys into the staircase.
Boom.
"Go Go!" He said charging into the room rifle blazing. The first few had only machetes but some of them had pistols and SMG's. he shot the two closest in the head and beat the next one in the face with the stock of his rifle. The mans head flew back and then he fired full auto from the hip.
"Come on lets go!" Jason yelled turning and shooting another cultist.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 14, 2009 18:35:54 GMT -5
Xiang ran into the armory...Only to discover that the group had left.
"You have got to be kidding me..."
"Cut the chatter trooper, we keep searching!"
Xiang and Havoc Squad cut through the station, eventually reaching and industrial elevator. Sergeant Ravid spoke up.
"Well sir, this looks promising."
It was rather roomy, and the group easily fit inside. They waited tensely as the elevator rose. Xiang had a bad feeling about this.
"Everyone watch the door. Sayen, get a grenade ready."
A chorus of assents.
Eventually the elevator reached the top floor and opened, directly on the opposite side of Delta Team. The door opened.
The cultists seemed to be concentrating on fighting whoever was on the other side, so Havoc Squad took the time to find cover behind supports in the room. Of course, nothing ever goes as plan, and one heretic spotted the group.
"Kill them!"
Havoc Squad didn't need an order, they all opened fire, and Sayen threw her grenade in the air, bursting it over the crowd. Xiang took cover behind a support pillar, and threw one of his own grenades, detonating it in the air. He then drew his sword. Thinking a moment about the special sword, he threw the though out of his mind.
Wordlessly, he charged towards the mob, slashing with his zanbato at any who came to close.
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Post by Kommissar Orren on May 14, 2009 19:10:19 GMT -5
Kaine charged with a yell into the crowd of cultists, emptying his bolt pistol and swinging his power fist wildly. "For Kargoth! For the Emperor!" Kaine screamed, smashing another cultist's skull into mush. Kaine smashed aside another 2 cultists, making a small opening in the crowd, and seeing an autopistol aimed straight at his face. "Frak..." muttered Kaine as the weapon discharged into his unprotected head. Kaine fell wordlessly to the floor, blood spreading out quickly from his ruined skull.
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 16, 2009 10:44:17 GMT -5
"KAINE!" Jason yelled beating the cultist that had killed him to a pulp with his rifle. "Frak you too!" he screamed at three cultists who were charging him. He ducked the first blade and shot one of them then kicked another away.
The final cultist grabbed his rifle and ripped it out of his grip, and Jason grabbed his knife from its shoulder sheath. They locked blades for a moment, then he pulled downward and the cultist lost his grip, but tried to pull his nine-seventy upwards, and Jason beat him. Jason put the knife through his jugular, and retracted to face the next challenger.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 16, 2009 10:44:25 GMT -5
Xiang noticed a penal trooper's head explode, and avenged the trooper by running his killer through with his zanbato. Behind him, Havoc Squad went hand-to-hand. A cultist rushed a trooper with a knife, but was parried, and the trooper slammed his rifle butt into the offender's head. Havoc Squad formed a small circle, each man and woman protecting somebody's back.
"Dammit, how many of these guys are there!?!?" shouted one of his guardsmen.
It was a good question. Havoc Squad could take care of itself, but right now Xiang fought his way to the other side, praying that the second group could hold.
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Post by Inquisitor Lord Graenis on May 16, 2009 14:49:34 GMT -5
Almost moving in slow motion, Jesden regained himself. He had blacked out slightly, he was prone to them every now and then. 'Not the best trait in a soldier.' He mused. Lengthening his stride he jumped into the air, twisting as he did, his foot catching the skull of one of the creatures, ripping it from its head. He span as he landed, his leg catching the legs of those around him, knoicking them down. His hands and feet blurred as he moved, hitting weak points in the muscle structure, incapacitating them. They may not be able to feel pain, but he could still stop body parts from being responsive. he broke the windpipe of one, and took out arm of another, before ducking down and rolling. He came up slashing, his long-knife in his hands. The prefectly ballanced blade ripping through poluted flesh. With every step, he let his Pariah-Field loose for a meter around him, taking the warp essence out of the bodies, and clearing a path for Steven. Soon he was at the walls. Having killed almost one hundred of the creatures on the way there. He beckoned for Steven to hurry.
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Post by Count Elakor on May 17, 2009 10:13:12 GMT -5
Damn, it had been an honour to figth with that man, wonder what could brougth him into the penal legions. Whatever crimes that man had done was surely forgiven by now. Flash and another cultists hand exploded, damn, he needed to strigthen his aim. There, finaly a head shot. The mass of cultists was starting to thin, hey, there was somone behind them. "Hey, watch for friendly fire. There are other imperials acros the halway." Aligning his hellgun towards the nekst enemy trooper Deamlimn fired.
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Post by xorl on May 18, 2009 10:07:17 GMT -5
Tyron was covered in the blood of the penal trooper, as they had both charged into combat. He shouted at every cultist he felled with his power sword, every traitor he melted with his hell pistol. The whirl of combat was coming to a climax, and still the chained, floating figure hung motionless, subtly chanting incantations.
The floating man suddenly began to writhe, and the chains surrounding his ghastly figure began to glow. Within half a minute the chains had melted away, unbeknown to the fighters surrounding him. He was left with burn and scars, and looked at his hands. They began sprouting new appendages, blood pouring out of his new wounds. Something was growing inside him, the floating man shrieked with terror and agony.
As quickly as this process had begun it ended, the man nothing more but a foul coat over the daemon standing in their midst. He roared, sending Tyron and a few others off the ground and into the air, slamming into some industrial equipment.
The Plague Bearer reeked with a foul odor, and chanted more death ridden words that reverberated throughout the room.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 18, 2009 18:10:53 GMT -5
"Havoc Squad, bring that thing down!"
Xiang glanced at the daemon. Was that this Delta Team's target? No matter. His sole responsibility was to extract Nene, and taking down the daemon would make that much more likely.
Havoc Squad had cleared out an area around itself, and was skirmishing with the remainder of the mob. Soon though, they fired onto the daemon. Several plasma shots, and plenty of lasbeams tore at the daemons flesh. A missile streaked out into the daemon, but it raised one appendage, and deflected it into a poor group of cultists. Aside from tearing away hunks of flesh, the fire had almost no effect at all.
Xiang pressed the attack. He could just barely see Nene fighting off a small group of cultists, shooting them, and swiping at them with her powersword when they got too close.
Once they got her out of here, they could go back, board the ship, and get the hell out of....whatever the heck this place was.....
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 18, 2009 19:57:57 GMT -5
Steven fired 2 extra rounds into the zombie hoards before dashing out of the room. He could here all sorts of sounds coming from down the halls of the building. He tried to listen hard for it, but his hearing was still pretty terrible.He went down one flight of stairsand turned right down the hall,then left. Their he saw them. Troopers. Imperial Guard troopers. He didnt know who they were,but he knew he was glad to see them. These soldiers were very rigid in their movements, but very professional and respect was something one would give to them simply from a glance. They were all firing into a room. The ball room if he was correct. They were coming on and making great advancing manuevers. He grabbed his bolt pistol and moved forward slowly and openly so as not to startle the troopers and get himself accidently shot. He came up behind them and just watched quietly. They were doing pretty good and seemed to not need any help. He was running pretty low on standard bolt clips anyways,he didnt want to waste them. As for his specialist rounds, those could not be wasted on an insertion tactic like this. He walked between them,careful to not get in their firing lines until they had to reload. He came behind the one with the highest ranking pins. "Major Serg-.....Major Sergeant Steven Po.....Steven Ponce,sir..."He stuttered,still hardly able to talk. It was starting to annoy him,but he could do nothing about it.
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Post by jazzadazza on May 20, 2009 1:09:47 GMT -5
Leman punched a cultist in the face,he could feel the chaos followers nose break. The man was thrown off balance, it gave Leman enough time to bring up his knife and shove it through the mans throat. Leman turned around to see a daemon, he brought up his hellgun to fire, when a cultist slapped his gun out of his hand.'' Barsted'' Leman said as he elbowed the cultist in the chest and stuck his knife in to the mans chest.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 26, 2009 16:01:54 GMT -5
"Sergeant Ponce, get your head down now!"
Kira pushed the guardsmen down, just as several lasbolts flew over their heads.
"Are you trying to get us killed!?"
She dragged him up to his feet, and pushed the lasgun in his hands closer to him.
"That gun you have isn't for show! Start shooting!"
Kira took her own lasgun and fired off three shots. Three heads had instant holes made in them. Around her, her soldiers fired on full-auto, in the general direction of the daemon. They didn't aim. They didn't need to. The Daemon roared, and killed another cultist in its rampage. A second missile flew towards it.
The Daemon caught it, and sent it back, causing it to airburst over the entire melee, showering the combatants with hot shrapnel.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on May 29, 2009 17:14:40 GMT -5
Talk about crappy days,Steven thought to himself. He sighed and moved around to the right flank of the squad and prepared his missile launcher. He aimed into the center of its mass and fired. The shot went wide and flew over the deamons shoulder and demolished another section of the already unstable building. He shrugged and decided to make a little time. Pulling out an inferno grenade,he sent it flying across the room into the deamons path. He knew this deamon was of the foul chaos god Nurgle,adn as such,its plagues and rot should be able to easily catch on fire. Then he pulled out the greatest possible weapon available while fighting a deamon. A canteen of Holy Water. Derived from the Armeggedon Basilica,Steven had saved it for over two monthes now. "Ehem. . .I got some. . . .water you could use. . .",he was able to say before his voice finally gave way and failed. He breathed heavily as it was becoming harder in his state,now more then ever. But the fire layed by his grenade was fading and time was on his doorstep. He unscrewed the top of the bottle and ran down the hall to face the deamon. Havoc team was still firing and as such,he was hit twice in the back and once in the shoulder,but 8 paces away from the deamon,he was still able to leap foreward and shower it in holy water. He landed on the other side of it,and smiled as his last glance showed the deamon dropping to the floor and wailing in pain. Then blackness and pain overtook Major Sergeant Steven Ponce of the Rensfield 5th Imperial Guard. Blackness,pain,and victory.
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Post by Kaikelx on May 29, 2009 23:21:54 GMT -5
Sergeant Kira grimaced. It was never good feeling to lose a trooper. Even an allied one.
"Major! Orders, sir?"
"Advance, blow that thing to hell!"
Whatever the sergeant had done, he had done it well. The daemon felt the weight of their combined firepower, howling in pain as a fourth missile streaked into the middle and detonated, taking out a huge chunk of flesh.
Suddenly, a part of the mob was torn away, sent flying back, revealing Major Xiang. He leaped up to the daemon, and thrust his sword in. The daemon howled at the blade, clawing at it, but unable to get it out.
Xiang lept back, and drew his bolt pistol, now concentrating on the cultists. The daemon was still alive.
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Post by Inquisitor Lord Graenis on May 30, 2009 8:02:47 GMT -5
Jesden stalked forwards, he had fought through mobs of undead to get here. 'Stand aside. Unless one of you has access to blessed weapons or force weapons, I suggest you retreat. I'll deal with this.' He pulled out his Yvengr. Its blades thrumming to life. The psycho reactive crystal in its haft augmenting his Null field into the points of the blade. He stood in the ready pose, sideways onto the deamon, the Yvengr held horizontally in one hand by his wait, the other hand out in front of him. 'Daemon.' he called out, 'Creature of Nurgle. You have wrecked much havoc in one hour alone. You have disgraced the lives of humans, and I abhor you and your kind. You are not fit to walk in the light of the Emperor, and with the authority of the Emperors Holy Inquisition, You will not live past another hour.'
Charging forwards, he ducked as the daemon swung wildly him, its flesh raw with the burn marks recieved from the Holy Water. Spinning around, he brought the top end of the Yvengr into a slice, its blade cutting aside the Daemonic flesh like a hot knife through butter. The Daemonic yell pierced the mind of all those around him. Jesden had hurt it. In a flurry of blows, Jesden had cut off one of the arms, before being caught in the back by the other one. He was lifted off the ground and flew through the air, crashign through a pillar, surrounded in rubble.
The daemon laughed, the pitiful human had posed an interesting fight, but in the end everything dies, and all goes to decay. The humans presence had hurt him though, and he hadn't even known he was there. But that threat was gone now. It turned back to the havoc squad.
Getting shakily to his feet, Jesden threw a rock at the Daemon. 'Had enough have you?'
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Post by Cadian 117 on May 31, 2009 22:27:18 GMT -5
OOC: Hey I am going to be very on and off for the next 10ish days, if you need me to do something, assume that I do it. Thanks guys.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jun 9, 2009 23:01:55 GMT -5
Xiang spun and fired into several nearby cultists, dropping them like flies. The combination of attacks had worked and the daemon was dieing. For some reason....
"Concentrate all fire on the daemon!"
Havoc Squad turned its weapons into a withering hail of fire, bringing the daemon closer into defeat. Xiang retreated, snapping shots off at cultists who dared get too close to Havoc Squad.
All he needed was a finishing blow......
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