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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Jun 10, 2009 18:29:58 GMT -5
Voices were ringing in his head,and Stevens saw his homeworld. Rensfield. The Hills and mountians green with foliage and vegetation overlooking high city buildings and low city streets within the hives. To the plains outside the city walls,he saw lines of trenches and grey ground of wars now long passed. He saw himself young again,a teenager off and playing imperial guard with his friends in the city streets. He saw them laughing and running as the Arbites chased them through the streets for "bothering" the public. Then he saw himself and hundreds of others walking into the troop ships to an unknown fate in service of the Emperor. Then he saw the blackness of space with the millions of tiny hope bringing lights called stars. Then the stars began to fade and become nothing untill only blackness was left.
He opened his eyes and began to breath again. There was shooting. Lots of shooting. And yelling too. It all returned to him. First the accident during warp transit,then Armageddon,then finally,Hive Kalimus. The deamon. He got up sorely and looked behind him. The deamon was still there. But it was shrieking in pain and wore a face of agony. It was dying. One last thing then,he thought. He picked up the bottle of Holy Water and shook it. It was almost empty and swished as he shook it. He started to slowly limp towards the deamon,his wounds bleeding more with every step. His life leeking away with every drop. "eh. . .",He was getting closer and starting to hurt more and more. "Ahh. . . .",A few more steps. "Ahhhh!",an arms reach away. "AHHHHH!",he leaked whatw as left unto the deamon and saw its eyes widen as it gave a last silent scream to the damnable gods of chaos it served. The it really did die. He winced as he heard the cultist in the room shriek in terror and fear. It gave him a smirk. He turned to havok team, "Ahem. . .umm. . .help?",He said pointing to his leaking wounds before collapsing.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jun 10, 2009 19:28:26 GMT -5
Sergeant Kira and Corproal Akur rushed to Steven's aid. The rest of Havoc Squad started the gruesome work of executing the cultists who lay writhing on the floor. Xiang reached over, retreaved his sword, and sheathed it, before signaling Nene over.
"Huh, we've been here for a few hours? Seems like it was a few years."
He stretched and yawned.
"Whatever this was, it's finished. Let's get going back to Bethalt IV."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jun 11, 2009 12:33:09 GMT -5
Kellions form was dancing through the crowd of cultists. The white and black blur was precise with every movement, every blow, every shot, every dodge. He was a monian, expert bladesman, master survivalist. He would not be bested by a load of madmen.
His wraithbane met another fanatics neck, a spurt of dark crimson signaling the traitors demise. The mans fellows didn't even have time to react before the graceful stealther was several meters across the room. Letting off two las bolts into a cultist that just managed to swing his weapon clumsily in Chaz's general direction, it was easily avoided before the two shots tore through his chest and rendered his lungs and heart burnt and charred.
Scout sergeant Kellion's momentum brought his lean form into the madmans body, using his boot to topple his thrashing frame out of his way to keep momentum going. He let go of his scavenged lasgun and his long knife went driving into the next cultists skull. Bone and flesh broke before the swift, light, diamond hard blade.
Chaz rolled to his feet as he hit the rockrete ground, taking in briefly his surroundings. Blood, death, a haze of weapons, a few against a hundred. A battle worthy of the macharian records.
He glanced across to Steven, broken and bleeding, tended to by several other guardsmen. It was strange the contrast between the soldiers. Different cultures, upbringings, ways of life. Noticing he was further in than the others, so distant. Behind enemy lines work was a day in the office for the nightblade scouts of A company, but to see it on such a smaller scale was strange.
An opportunity, to wreak havoc in the enemy ranks, to lessen the burden on the others. A target, he needed a falking target.
Emperor bless him, he saw a larger man, not a marine, but he had a rage in him. It drove the other cultists, the blind oblivion of hatred that were his eyes were hard to stare at. The man was possessed, but Chaz had found his target.
Kellion yelled an old monian battle chant, charging, his body lowered to tay below the screen of blades and bodies to keep the advantage of surprise.
The man turned just in time, the great mace he bore, caked in dried blood hit the floor with an almighty thump.
Airtight reflexes carried him past the weapons kill arch, drawing the the wraithbane back to strike at his chest. Again, the brutes reflexes seemed to match his, catching his blade in his hand. Straining, he tried to break the blade and leave Chaz defenseless.
Probably, for the first time in its cursed life it's face slopped to sheer shock, there was not so much as a dent in the wraithbane. Sergeant Kellion had to act on this.
"Falk you!!!" Kellion yelled in the cockiest tone he could muster.
The madmans expression stayed with him in death.
The monian glanced to the left, seeing the deamon, its form alternating, fluxuating, ever changing. It hurt to look at it. His new comrades were now advancing on it, including a new squad recently entering the battle. Concentrated heavy weapons fire was pummeling the thing.
Chaz went to join the attack. He was on his feet in seconds, his long blade primed.
A sering hot sensation, filled the side of his body. It didn't hurt, it was just...numb. Lazily he turned his head. Still, possessed rage flared in his eyes. It smiled mockingly at him, cordite gun smoke leaving his hideous form veiled in smoke much to Chaz's gratification.
The horrifying smile stayed carved into his face as the lumbering body slumped and stopped breathing. Going off to whatever hellish afterlife the bastards believed in.
His world closed in around him, degrading into a shadow of blades, shouts, gun smoke. Vision burred, his surroundings toppling in around him. He couldn't die like this! This was no way for a monian to die. Killed by a downed foe! He would not allow himself to die like this!!! He would not die!!!
But as he thought this his cloaked form hit the floor. His vision swam, confused distorted. Through the haze, that woman again. Here Vail of hair hiding her face, only that bloodshot eye gazing at him.
He smiled a painful smile as she approached his bleeding form. An aura enveloped him, her presence soothing his soul. Was she a guardian angle? Of the holy saints? Whatever she was, that presence told him that he would not die this day.
With that in mind, he closed his eyes and slept in peace...
OOC: My character isn't dead, just unconscious. I'm sure you guys 'll save me? Right?
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Post by Kaikelx on Jun 11, 2009 22:16:50 GMT -5
OOC: Its kinda weird, since I kind of implied that the battle was over.....I guess I could make it with Xiang reflecting on his past....
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jun 11, 2009 23:26:44 GMT -5
OOC: Guess it could have been an earlier point in the battle.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Jun 12, 2009 16:17:16 GMT -5
OOC: yeah,i guess so.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 13, 2009 21:09:02 GMT -5
ooc:so it's over? or is there still a whole planet to be conqured..and a HQ to report to for the next mish or sumthing or other
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 16, 2009 20:26:07 GMT -5
OOC: Idk I wanted to say some stuff but well, I was waiting for others..
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 16, 2009 20:34:49 GMT -5
i see...i would write....but I have no clue where I am!
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 17, 2009 2:17:49 GMT -5
If you were with the rest of the bunch, we were fighting in the arbites station against a load of cultists trying to stop a psyker who's raising a falk load of zombies.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 17, 2009 12:09:58 GMT -5
ok, I was there..... *drops the weed*
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 17, 2009 23:54:40 GMT -5
OOC: Same I was one of the first in, but what are we doing now? Aeon has left and RT never really got on.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 18, 2009 11:48:45 GMT -5
not much, just trying to gather everyone so we can get to part 2
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 26, 2009 13:00:26 GMT -5
OOC: Ok lets do this, lets just say all the zombies are dead and we rally back at HQ. I am going to have to find some way to wound my character because I am going to be gone for 11 days, so I am going to get carried out on a stretcher, you guys rally at HQ and I will be dropped in later or something.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Jul 30, 2009 16:31:18 GMT -5
OOC: Im back
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