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Jul 20, 2008 12:09:21 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 20, 2008 12:09:21 GMT -5
Leffens sighed. Sitting in the rear cargo bay of the Avatar of Destruction, slowly freezing into a block of ice, his shotgun sitting between his knees, barrel idly pointing to the ceiling. His martial pride- a tradition of the Schola Progenium- chafed like the hardened, rough edged stock of his weapon through the insulatory material of his drop suit, the folded steel grating his ankle in a maddening, hellish itch. He desperately wanted to scratch it- or even to move the damned weapon from it's rest against his ankle. But, sure as the stars burn and planets spin, he knew it would just wind up somewhere even less comfortable- teetering on it's own balance for a few beautiful, blissful seconds, before swinging out of his grip, smashing his icy-numb fingers aside in it's momentum andslamming into his leg. Again.
As for the itch, the bulky material of the flight suit- a material that so far failed to protect him from his own damned gun, let alone the bone-chilling, vampiric cold that sucked the energy from his limbsand froze the breath in his lungs- that material confounded all attempts to address the itch-all his attempts amounted to was simply putting preassure on -it merely provided a single, wonderful moment of irritant-free time, before the brain caught on and resumed the scratching choncherto against his sanity.
And worse- there was Drang. Not the implacable, nightmarish behemoth he'd forced- but a now, sitting in front of him, leaning across to whisper sweet nothings into the ear of the masked psyker on his right, the witchaze respirator sitting on her glacial complexion like a fat, black spider. Now, Leffens was forced to realise the man whose attack had thrown him aside with such contemptuous, arrogant ease, was not the monstrosity of legend but rather another, living, breathing mortal. The thought galled him immensely. To be beaten by a deranged fiend from beyond the pit is one thing. To be beaten by a man you have to watch flirting with his girl is another, far more painful realisation.
After a long, dragging hour or so, the overhead light on the hangar bay switched from it's bloody crimson to a ominous, smoky amber. Drang stood, offering his hand to Emir with courtly precision, sweeping her up as the small, ragged squad all assembled before the ramp. Leffens sighed. Two ship's cooks arrayed in carapace armour and close to shaking with fear or exitement. A convalescent assault engineer escaped from the hospital ship early, festooned with wires and tools and charges and the parnaphalia of his trade. A scarred, ferocious-looking naval commissar, resplendant in his navy stormcoat and gold epatulattes. Three axe-wielding Kanaks, looking decidedly uncomfortable with the unfamiliar, bulky carapace armour. And lastly, himself- a inquisitroial stormtrooper turned mercenary transit pilot.
Oh well, he thought, wrly cursing his luck. With luck, we'll die before we have to do too much fighting.
The amber flickered, once, twice, and died- the green below it igniting and bathing the compartment in a soft, reassuring green glow.
The bay doors swung open, the hydraulic thrum a folorn and resigned accompniment to each man's thoughts.
Drang stepped up, placing himself at the brink of the doorway to the boundless oblivion below. Behind him, the first rays of the sunrise came over the horizon, bathing the hangar in a sharp, blinding glare.
He grinned- and Leffens blinked as the warm, sardonic smile creasing his face twisted and warped, the skin stretching to almost it's ripping point as his once-human features rearranged themselves into a horrific, terrifying leer- glaring savagery and blind, mindless fury into the faces of the assembled troopers. No one noticed Emir's quiet, convulsive shudder- the silent, unmarked tears gleaming in the newborn sunlight as Drang bowed to her, cruel, remorseless and terrible in the morning light.
'My lady' he said, executing a bow. 'Would you care to come along with me to the land of the dancing dead?'
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Jul 26, 2008 2:19:20 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jul 26, 2008 2:19:20 GMT -5
Anticapent placed his back aginst a tree slowing his breathing down grabing his bolt pistol and fiering just above his head as a kroot apperd there just as the bol blew its head off the headless spaserming corps falling with a deap thud on the flour.
"dam xenoes... when will this end" he growled as he moved up his carbine tucked tightley into his shoulder as he snaped a round off into some bush's and the muthled cry of a kroot sound for a split secound before the mufled crump of the exsplosion of the bolt shell tore it's cheast to ribbions.
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Jul 29, 2008 1:35:45 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 29, 2008 1:35:45 GMT -5
Iykel, was fast. Faster than any man. He used the eldar's remains, which now ran through his blood, to teleport short distances, keeping out of gunfire, cutting down guardsmen.
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Jul 29, 2008 16:26:37 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jul 29, 2008 16:26:37 GMT -5
Anticapent growled watching the shaper appre murder then move on as he rushed forwards leaping as the ground feal away as he slamed his boot in the shapers facebringing his power sword up to attack the creature and defend him self
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Jul 29, 2008 22:38:46 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 29, 2008 22:38:46 GMT -5
The Human, Iykel, thought, was as Humans said, HardCore. But he couldnt stop teleportation. Iykel dissapeared and reapeared behind him, hitting him with a clawed hand, while shooting a guardsmen, missing and hitting him in the leg.
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Jul 30, 2008 5:04:56 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jul 30, 2008 5:04:56 GMT -5
anticepant grins riding the blow twisting on his leg and driving his power sword threw the xenos leg twisting it and wiyth a deferning war cry "FOR THE EMPEROR" he tore the sword threw the creatures leg tearing it free. as he bought his leg up kicking the creatures weapon from its hands then in the same move shifting his balance and laying his boot into the creatures beack.
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Jul 30, 2008 11:51:31 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 30, 2008 11:51:31 GMT -5
A crack like thunder sounded overhead. The combatants, Kroot and human alike, all dove for any cover that could be found, each expecting the onset of a cataclymic bombardment. Another crack, this one so loud the trees rippled swayed with the force of the sound, the booming roar echoing over the battlefield like the wrath of God, leaving it it's wake a lurking, doubtful silence spread across the stilled combatants, excepting where Kroot and human found themselves sharing the same foxholes and treelines. The fighting was short, brutal and decisive, a knife sinking into an exposed artery, a mandibled jaw tearing into the soft flesh of a neck, the muffled snap of a pistol report lowing over the calm.
Soon, however, even these muffled struggles ceased, the victors clambering atop the still-warm corpses of their foes to peer over the forest floor, joining their brethern in the haunting, tense silence that echoed overhead, each one waiting in fearful, desperate anticpation for whatever new terror would emerge.
Suddenly, the blanketing silence was ripped apart, a fercoious, ragged howl screaming across the battelfield, the inhuman, terrifying sound of a predator, maddened with pain and rage and utterly consumed by the need to kill. The kroot master-shaper shuddered with horror at the sound, desperately trying to overcome the alien, haunting terror that the sound had invoked in him.
From a hill southeast of the batte proper, a burst of stubber fire rang out, tearing into the frozen Xenos with remorseless efficency, the heavy-calibre bullets tearing into the lines of aliens in a spray of bright, alien gore against the white snow. The kroot panicked, firing back randomly, the bright flares of the chemical rounds hurtling off into random directions. The guardsmen returned fire, the autoguns and lasers spraying white tufts of snow and earth into the air as the battle was rejoined.
Kasson watched as the kroot milled about and fired wildly, their shots neither precise nor rapid. A squad leapt from the trenches to charge the imperial lines, sprinting at the massed mercenaries as shrapnel grenades exploded around them, scything away the warriors in a haze of cordite and blood. Six, then five, one xenos tumbling headfirst as a high lasgun round blew away the top of his skull. Down to three, a frag grenade exploding in their midst and tearing two into ragged, bloody strips of flesh. Two remained, as one crumpled five yards from the trench, a gaping wound torn across it's abdomen. As it screamed and desperately tried to staunch the blood pouring out of it's body, the last two leapt headlong into the trench, one screaming as it impaled itself against a bayonet point, the silver blade ripping through it's chest and lungs in a bloody spray, but the last one sprang down onto the earth floor of the trench, it's bladed weapon tearing through the shoulder of the guardsman next to Kasson, blood fountaining as the man collapsed screaming. The kroot tore it's weapon from it's still-living victim, spinning towards Kasson in a deadly arc. Kasson had just enough time to record the glinting, lethal arc of the blade, the numerous small gashes bright red against it's grey-green skin, the lacerated quills flattened against it's neck, it's orange eyes glazed with frenzied terror just before-
-The bolt round tore through the alien's skull, punching through the flesh and bone in a flat, unstoppable trajectory that pulped it's brains in it's skull before blowing the rear of it's long, avian skull into a shower of blood, tissue and fragmented bones.
Kasson watched as the alien dropped to the floor of the trench, kicking the body aside as he rose up and surveyed the battle once more. As he watched, a kroot position began firing blindly into a copse of trees away from the battle.
Again, the terrible, booming howl erupted over the battle, and Kasson watched as a massive, dark figure tore out of the copse and charged the kroot position, dropping into the alien's trench with incredible speed. The kroot gun pit descended into a maelstorm of blood and flashing silver, alien screams echoing over the battlefield, kroot being hurled into the air by the force of the figure's attack, their cries of agony and terror audible across the forest as the figure tore the aliens apart.
Finally, the sounds ceased- the screams crescendoing as, one by one, another voice was strangled with a wet, sickening gurgle. Kasson watched, first with horror, the mounting jubilation, as the figure climbed out of the gun pit, fearlessly standing and snapping off pistol rounds at the entrenched kroot, his upright, massive frame defiant of the increasingly innaccurate fire from the xenos lines, a ferocious, cruel smile etched across his face as he killed, and killed, and gloried in it.
Der Shreck auf der Drang...
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Aug 4, 2008 10:28:04 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2008 10:28:04 GMT -5
OOC: Come on, somebody, POST!
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Aug 4, 2008 15:00:34 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 4, 2008 15:00:34 GMT -5
OOC: sorry guys I am not gonna be home for a few days.
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Aug 6, 2008 16:43:17 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 6, 2008 16:43:17 GMT -5
Anticepant trembled as he vomited blood punching his fist into the ground the stench of ozen riperling from a kroots corps ahead of him as its bodie twisted and stretched its bones snaping and just as quickley healing formerming longer sharper sinews of white calcium ritch bones as thick cords of muscle wraped around them blood oazing out of its exsposed flesh as the laughter of a lustfull fetish crazed god rored threw its latest victem. it stood slowley thick scaly hide as its body swelled ludicrusley as power flowed into it from the warp.
slowley anticepan thumbed his power sword rune staring at the demon that had just been torn from the womb of the warp as he raised his boltor rifle a sly grin on his features. "hello slenesh" he grind softley "come for round two" he grind widley twisting his power sword in his grip as thunderus energies that melted snow and disintergrated flesh of gaurds and kroot alike as it rored its chalenge to anticepant as it rushed his bringing down its vast fist on a shadow. anticepant grining cockiley on a flaaen tree "geting slow with your anger are we" he growls stabing the demon in its fist, and ducking the return blow as he roled into the darknes to avod a lashout of oblivouse energies.
for long minits nothing was heard or seen for minits the deon rored its anger smashing down trees in its search for its pray.
suddenley like a whip of fire a storm of bolts slashed in deap to its flesh detonating and carving great crater in its body as silance fell agine the creatures flesh regrowing quickley as finerley a thunderus crak of anger tore over the land the dull thwak of a shell itsing a tree echoing slowley as suddenley the round detonated spliting the bark as anticepant threw his bulk aginst it the tree leaning down towrads the deamon as the thunder cruch of boots smashing timber cast spliting into its body as the gifted coomisar leaped at the demon smashing his glowing power sword threw the creaturs gore strickend beauty drifting face that was femine dispite it once being male slowley flesh seared pealing away as it desloved as finerley the demon fell anticepant standing definentley above its desloving corpse as he raised his sword and bolt pistol "MEN OF THE IMPIRIUM HAVE AT YOUR ENERMY AND SHOW THEM NO QUERTER" he rores as drang rused onto the scean of battle
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Aug 8, 2008 17:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2008 17:47:50 GMT -5
Dorner struggled to breath deep. A hissing rasp echoed from his lips and his breath felt swallowed and useless, like someone else had breathed it first. He lay reeking in a half dug foxhole, aching from tail to tip and wishing beyond it all that he hadn't jumped for the half dug pit with three Kroot cowering inside.
Only panic and mayhem had kept him alive as he'd opened fire blindly at the cowering Kroot. his plasma rifle had sliced the first alien in two and knocked back the second. A moments reprieve before the hissing beaked form leapt high across his body. He had grasped instinctively for the bayonet wielded like a knife and his hand had flinched and danced about it, securing it a bare inch from his naked crawling flesh. He'd struggled against the weight of the Kroot. It's gnarled baeak snapping at him, but he'd managed to twist the blade aside and swivel past the body pinning the wirey Kroot down with his impressive bulk and hammering home a series of punches to the back of its bloodied head. After a while it went still.
Dorner had enough sense to pull out his loaned hellpistol and shoot his adversaries. The first Kroot he'd shot didn't even flinch. The second shot silenced the mewling and pathetic cries of the mortally injured Kroot. The third shot vaporised the bloody skull in front of him. Looking about he heard a inhuman skrawl of a cry. His slow thought span back to his commissar and he snatched up his plasma rifle. Where was Anticepant?
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Aug 8, 2008 17:49:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2008 17:49:09 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry been AWOL for a while. Business has gone mad and making lots of money, so no time for fun - worst luck... still should be a little more focused end of week. Suggest we more towards the command bunker...
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Aug 8, 2008 21:19:00 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 8, 2008 21:19:00 GMT -5
OOC: I am goin away for awhile again (end of summer trips and such) So Sun, if you dont mind tkaing over the Kroot for abit? Later guys
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Aug 12, 2008 12:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 12, 2008 12:29:48 GMT -5
Drang laughed, feeling the hate-conditioned, vengeful fury sweep away his sanity, engulfing his mind in a wave of chemical, brilliant fury; the tearing pain as a alien rifle slug punched through his abdomen reduced to a minor sting. Barely enough sanity remained to drop him the low deppression of a mortar crater as he saw the second line of kroot ready their rifles, the lethal hail of fire sweeping overhead, one bullet grazing the top of his skull and opening a thin, crimson line through his scalp.
Drang snarled, dropping to his stomach as another volley swept overhead, the kroot aiming for the heavily armoured mercenaries entrenched closest to them. For a moment, clarity returned to the psychotic mercenary, the killing frenzy dulled by the instinct for self-preservation as the kroot poured volley after volley into the mercenary line.
A few shouts and curses replied to the volley, one man screaming as the slug slid landed between the chest and abdominal plating, ripping a hole through his stomach and lacerating a small artery before it buried itself into the brown, dry earth behind him. The merc dropped, his blood pouring out onto the thirsty, barren floor of the trench. Drang watched as the medic pushed and shoved his way past the rest of the soldiers. The wounded merc was still screaming like a stuck pig, his voice tearing in a shrill crescendo, feeling the terrible pain in his body leech his life away.
Drang gritted his teeth and tried to shut the noise out; the situation required rational thought, but with one of his comrade's agonised howls boring into his skull all he could do was lie there and restrain the selfdestructive killing rage building up in his guts, burning away any rational thought behind a fresh wave of chemical fury, the compulsive need to inflict pain climbing as the fellow mercenary's screams grew louder and more helpless, the pure, animal sound of a wounded beast now loaded with desperate, ragged sobs all the more terrible to hear.
As Anticapant broke cover, Drang watching as the slim figure charged the kroot lines, the rest of his men following behind, he felt the familiar, evil snarl creep back over his features, the incandescent heat of his personal, psychotic savagery roaring in his chest.
'Men!' he yelled, the battle madness twisting his voice into a inhuman howl.
'For vengeance we fight! For the dead and for the wounded! For the Dark Gods of man! Attack!!'
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Aug 12, 2008 15:03:10 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 12, 2008 15:03:10 GMT -5
Anticeapant grind madley watching the mercs rise up "MEN OF THE EMPEROR LETS SHOW THESE MERCEENARIES HOW TRUE SERVENTS OF THE EMPEROR FIGHT" he rored loudley smashing into the first kroot throwing it out into the mercenaries path as his power sword slid cleanley threw xenos flesh and his boot smashed threw beack and skull alike, his bolt carbine spiting holy death into a crowd of kroot preparing to unlesh a voly into the flanks of the mercenaries
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Aug 19, 2008 22:44:38 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 19, 2008 22:44:38 GMT -5
OOC: IIIIIIIMMMMMM BBBBBAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!
The Kroot fire volley after volley into the merc's, hitting a medic that was treating a wound, and Grazing the crazed giant that was preparing to charge them. Op'rulin used the bladed stock of his rifle to cut down the Merc in front of him, blood spraying from the mans ripped jugular.
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Aug 20, 2008 5:42:02 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 20, 2008 5:42:02 GMT -5
Anticipent rored angriley slaming into the back of the kroot that had just cut the mercs throat as he levled his bolter carbine squeasing the triger on full auto roring a prayer to the emperor.
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Aug 20, 2008 17:06:02 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 20, 2008 17:06:02 GMT -5
Op'rulin felt the blow, flying through the air and hit the ground with a loud thud! The wound, started to seal itself though, and the bleeding stopped. Those Space Marines had tasted soo good.
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Aug 21, 2008 10:44:12 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 21, 2008 10:44:12 GMT -5
anticipent growled as he slamed his boot down on the back of the aliens head as he swung his blade around him disembowling the kroot behind him its guts falling below its feat as it died in a pitiful whimper as anticepant brought his foot around smaking the kroot he had attacked first watching the wound on its back seal as his boot smashed into its face
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Aug 21, 2008 21:02:00 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 21, 2008 21:02:00 GMT -5
Kyuil swung his bladed rifle at the officer with his boot on Op'rulin head. The swing cut his cloak and partly cut into his armored back.
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Aug 23, 2008 18:57:29 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 23, 2008 18:57:29 GMT -5
with a grunt anticepant brought his blade back a fraction to slow as the blade dug into his back "empeor curse you your quick" he growled angriley severing the beasts hand and kicking the blade away as he withdrew his combat knife and slamed it threw the creaturs other wrist as he placed his power sword at its throat a kroot leaped high planing on stabing him in the back it was daed before it finishd the jump a steaming crator blown into its cheast a split secound before its head exsploded in a shower of gore as anticapant glard at the kroot shifter "call your warrors to surrendor or I cut your throat xeno" he growled twisting his blade in the creatures wrist
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Aug 25, 2008 23:48:00 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 25, 2008 23:48:00 GMT -5
Kyuil laughed his alien laugh, the pain in his hand making him feel alive. "How much money would you pay me!" Kyuil laughed again as the battle raged around the Xeno, and the man.
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Aug 26, 2008 18:34:46 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 26, 2008 18:34:46 GMT -5
"hows your life sound xeno" anticapent cursed spiting in the aliens face "you are not worth the mony" he growled as anticepants fist droped like a sledge hammer smashing into the kruts face. "NOW CALL THEM OFF OR I SLIGHT YOUR THROAT" he rored angriley
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Aug 26, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 26, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
"Hehe...No." As the words left his mouth another kroot dropped from behind and hit the Commissar with a blunt hammer, to the back of the knee.
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Aug 28, 2008 12:36:20 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Aug 28, 2008 12:36:20 GMT -5
"FINE THEN" anticapant rored as he spun grunting as his knee craked criperling him to the ground as his power sword cleanley cut threw the shapers throat twisitng and guting it threw the kroot with the hammer its guts falling out over the flour
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