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Sept 9, 2008 18:37:23 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 9, 2008 18:37:23 GMT -5
"Good, now you need to get that damn kroot king, or whatever he is, here, or dead, but first see if you can squeeze the location of the Tau ambassador out of him, then Ill get you reinforcemtns and get that ambassador back to HQ Immediatley. We are having a hell of a time with stealthy units up here so If you could get moving, there some Cadians that would be gratefull!" Falcon yelled over the com. (You can here lasfire and blasts in the background)
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Sept 11, 2008 5:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Count Elakor on Sept 11, 2008 5:14:36 GMT -5
"okey" Kyuzo walks over to the kroot and shots one in the head. "you know where the ambasador is? fell free to tell" he then shoots another one before walking away and starting to polish his blades.
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Sept 11, 2008 13:47:20 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 11, 2008 13:47:20 GMT -5
Drang snarled and leapt up from his stretcher, ignoring the blinding pain as his freshly-stiuched wounds tore open as he crossed the open, empty ground and backhanded the diminutive Kyuzo across the face, a wave of freshsavagery screaming through his heart as he felt the man's nose crumple under the impact.
'That's enough' he growled, wrath twisting his features into a collage of barely coherent, animal rage, looking down into the man's dazed, glassy expression of abject shock. No one could possibly move that fast, let alone a man with three kroot slugs sitting in his torso and a half-dozen vicious cuts now reopening and oozing thick, crimson gore into the white cloth of his bandages.
'We. Don't. Kill. Prisoners. Understood?' he rumbled, a sneer of contempt flickering over his expression as towered over the misforunate Guardsman. Without waiting for a response, he turned away, hoping like hell that no one could see the shaking in his legs, his impassive grey eyes hiding any sign of the sheer pain his body was in.
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Sept 15, 2008 4:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Count Elakor on Sept 15, 2008 4:50:18 GMT -5
A series of snaps made Drang turn back to Kyuzo, there he sudently stared down eigth pistol barels. "i interogate my way. if you want to take care of it, you beter be avake to do it" Kyuzo sais as he rises. Kyuzo glanzed at his troopers and they lowered their weapons. "their yours, do whatewer you want with them. if it dosent help, il get back to it"
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Sept 15, 2008 11:48:40 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 15, 2008 11:48:40 GMT -5
Behind Drang, one hundred carpace-armoured, murderous killers raised their respective weapons. Sunlight gleamed off the burnished metal of an array of vicious, rifles, squat, ugly handguns and brutish shotguns. Blades dropped from holsters, pistols moved from waist to hand, and the ominous hum of superheated steam announced the charging of a dozen meltaguns. In one, smooth moment, death had stepped back onto the field, and the task of holding him back fell to a psychotic killer maddened by pain and high on drugs.
'Hold, damn you' Drang said, the tension lending a savage, growling brutality to his voice. Cold, and supremely confident, he turned his back on the new arrivals. Behind him, power crackled through the air as Emir dropped into a fighters crouch, a corona of black warp lightning dancing around her clenched fist. Drang felt the bile rise in his throat as he tasted, secondhand, the sickening, nauseating fear coursing through her. Steadying himself, he reached out, and grasped her by the hand, suppressing a flinch as the electric charge buried itself into his arm....
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Sept 15, 2008 18:41:44 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Sept 15, 2008 18:41:44 GMT -5
anticapent rored stepaing between the two parties pushing the gaurdsmens guns down "STOW YOUR WEAPONS YOU FOOLS" he barked loudley "or do I have to shoot one of you to get you to follow orders" he growld his bolt pistol at his side agine as he leveld it at one of the gaurds heads "UPON THE DECREE OF THE COMISERATE AND THE POWER IT GRANTS ME I ORDER YOU TO YEILD" he barked loudley
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Sept 16, 2008 5:20:23 GMT -5
Post by Count Elakor on Sept 16, 2008 5:20:23 GMT -5
"aniticipent is rigth" Kyuzo said. "i did a mistake, forgive me" the samurai holsterd their weapons. "now lets get on with taking this planet" Kyuzo went over to the wreck of his ship and grabed the vox. "caling all shoguns, find ready forces and assemble them asap on my location" "we got maby 20 ronins about an hour away, but thats all"
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Sept 16, 2008 9:32:40 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 16, 2008 9:32:40 GMT -5
My apology's, comrade' Drang said still facing away from the two as he held on to Emir.
'Kasson!' The bulky sergeant started, lowering his grenade launcher before turning a ferocious glare onto Drang, as if to say:Oh, you look damned pleased with yourself.
'What?' was the barked reply.
'Get Ahmed to bring up fourth, and pull Kronna-Tansk in for the interogation. We need all the help we can get- let's see if they'll talk to one of their own.
Kasson saluted, and turned away...
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Sept 16, 2008 10:01:57 GMT -5
Post by Count Elakor on Sept 16, 2008 10:01:57 GMT -5
OOC: RT, your writing brings us all to shame, its sad realy.
IC:"so what do we do next" Kyuzo asked as he joined the others. "shall we wait for backup or move" when none answerd he said "I stil havent been introduce to the comanding officer here, is he stil alive?" Kyuzo looks over the guardsmen wondering why the divison was composed of so many diffrent menn.
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Sept 30, 2008 19:02:44 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Sept 30, 2008 19:02:44 GMT -5
OCC wow this is still going?
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Post by Count Elakor on Oct 1, 2008 3:41:29 GMT -5
OCC: i realy hoped you brougth it bak to life now, but yes, its still here and going strong, we only need that kroot komander to take action and get his ass moving
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Oct 2, 2008 20:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 2, 2008 20:47:15 GMT -5
OOC: My bad guys, I kinda had a flooded house, and all my electronics including my modem and router were caught in it I only recently got a comp set up. Uh so yeah.....
IC: "I would be your commanding officer" says Falcon over the commset, "and if you boys could move your ass's towards the enemy position, its two clicks south from your position, looks like a giant cave, fortified....inside and out. Looks like you got Kroot movement in the woods south too. Watch for ambushes....out."
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Post by Count Elakor on Oct 3, 2008 2:22:10 GMT -5
"Afermative. Ok, seems we have som work to do" rounds up the ronin, puting five each under the comand of me samurai. "wer going south, with posible ambushes. We take point" Kyuzo said before soundlesly sliping into the dark of the forest.
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Oct 4, 2008 10:33:13 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 4, 2008 10:33:13 GMT -5
Kasson strode through the assembled mercenaries, conversing with fellow sergeants as to casaulties, morale, ammunition- the morbid accesory to warfare known only as 'logistics' as he shouted, cursed and terrorised some of the most vicious fighters known into something approaching order.
He sighed, tension whistling through his teeth as tried to expel the maddening, unfamiliar nervousness sitting in his stomach. Some days he missed the Death Korps. While knowing that your commanding officer did regard you as something more important than a frag grenade was somewhat comforting, it did not in the slightest counterbalance the knowledge that the same officer was also a irrational psychopath driven by chemicals and barely coordinated fury. He sighed again, driving the air from his lungs only to have the tension still sit in his gut, a diminutive gremlin waving back at him with impunity.
' Marshal Von Luckner here.'
'Quartermaster-Sergeant Kasson here' Kasson spat. 'We've taken approximately thirty prisoners, with 12% casualties. Most of Grieg's squad is KIA, and we've got five men who need immediate medevac.'
For a brief moment, silence ruled vast gulf between the two men. Then Von Luckner spoke again, his voice leaden and strangley distant.
'We don't have enough gunships to pull an evac like that.'
'Landers?'
'You know that the wounded won't take the acceleration. Hell Kasson, we've barely got a toehold on this iceball as it is.' He paused. 'I'll send in a dropship. We can re-route one of Falcon's Marauder squadrons to disguise the op.'
'Understood. I'll detail a landing site. Kasson out.'
'Von Luckner out.'
Kasson stood, and beckoned over Sergeant Egeen Grimm. A fellow Kriegsman, Grimm's squad were composed of a rag-tag of Korps veterans from every warzone imaginable. Now, carapace-armoured and imposing in their dark trenchcoats and skull-masks, they were the ideal men for holding on to an indefensible position until the landers arrived.
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Oct 5, 2008 13:25:09 GMT -5
Post by Count Elakor on Oct 5, 2008 13:25:09 GMT -5
gunshot sounds came ringing back to the camp along with frigthned screams and terifying roars. "we ---- help. ----- lots --- kroot. ----eveywhere. wer ta--- heavy fire h--.--------. move, move, move, th-- overruning.-------------. we ---- low casu-----, but the kroot -----rywhere, and their -----ulting, we got ----- them bu-- it ---- trap, mov---refull. su---s --u presence.
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Oct 5, 2008 13:30:02 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 5, 2008 13:30:02 GMT -5
Anticepant sighed haviley roling the stiffness out of his joints pulling off his bereat and polishing the imperal eagel cap badge as he wiped the grime and mudd from it as he strode confidentley threw the formations of troopers his bolt rifle clasped in one fist as he seen drang standing with his back to him.
suddenley Anticpent was scared the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and the reach and metalic electric taste of ozone burnd his mouth and throat as what sounded like a billon buzzing fly's echod in his mind "you could kill him right now. remove the filth from this planet. remove the abomination that your worthless resitance is so scared of it destroys." the buzzing grew louder and anticepant knealed beside a tree dimley aware that the eagle cap badge was now diging threw the palm of his hand as he retched the stench of decay and plauged disesd flesh and waste filling his nostrels as he retched his stomach crying in pain as the buzzing rose till he could only here its disgusting sound "KILL HIM KILL DRANG" the buzzing rored cleary like a bolt of vile lightning as anticapent griped the imperal eagle the symbol of the emperor the symbol of hope aginst the warp power that was trying to twist him right now and with a thunderus force of will in his mind "NO!" sympley and only 1 word but the buzzing ended.
slowley anticepant stood weke kneed and staring at a black pool of bile fungus had started to spread on the tree before him and his hand was coverd in pull from a blister that had swelled form the very ground. symply anticepant shighd pulling a ration bar from one of his pokects glad it had not decaged also and praying to the emperor for protecton from curruption eaten it trying to fill the void that was his stomach at this mowment.
slowley anticepant made his way to the fore front of the formation watching for any sign of movment in the trees.
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Oct 6, 2008 14:00:05 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 6, 2008 14:00:05 GMT -5
Kasson wandered back to his master, weaving through the rapidly organising mercenaries, all the while completely unaware of the ill-tempered glare creasing his high-domed forehead into a crumpled strata of lines and concentrated, undirected ferocity that burned in his eyes.
Lost in his private world of disgruntled wrath, his temper was not much improved when he tripped on Drang's outstretched legs, barely preventing himself from landing facedown on the rock-hard, frozen earth. He recovered, and looked down at Drang in abject surprise. The feared, legendary mercenary- a man who stood between the Emperor and Chaos- a man hunted by all three branches of the Inquisition- a man who left in his footsteps a trail of scorched earth, terror and inhuman destruction, sitting on the ground, surrounded by close to a hundred of his finest, most unbalanced killers barring the Lost Hope, recieving a neck massage from his girlfriend.
Emir noticed Kasson's surprise first, her sapphrie-blue radiating amusement as she looked up at him. There gazes locked a minute, before Kasson turned his head away, disgust rising in his throat. And then Drang looked up.
Kasson barely suppressed a gasp. Drang's face, normally white at the best of times, was a strange, waxen mask utterly devoid of colour, a veneer of cold sweat giving it a haunting, unnatural glow as tiny muscles twitched and contorted as Drang desperately tried to hold in pain so great it beggared description. His bottom lip was a mess of ragged flesh and dried gore where toothtips had torn and ground the flesh into a unrecognisable morass, a slow trickle of blood a bright, hot crimson stain against fever-white skin winding down his chin. But it was his eyes that held the greatest horror. Glazed, greyish orbs gazed up at him, near insensate with pain, the flicker of recognition barely visible through the haze of bitter, toxic agony as his body rebelled against him, his nerves, flesh, blood and mind warring with themselves, muscles locking and unlocking rapidly, the pain-senses overloaded with the sheer weight of damage inflicted and yet still tallying up each twist and gouge of the million crystaline knives laced throughout his massive, wrecked frame.
'Stimms?' was all Kasson could ask.
Drang's only reply was a twisted half-grimace.
'Uh, we're moving out. Those odd newbies are in trouble. I'm leaving Grimm to hold the landing site.' Kasson hesitated, before plunging on. 'There's a dropship coming in shortish. If you want move on-' Drang silenced him with the wave of a hand.
'I'll be along shortly' he whispered, voiced so shattered with fatigue and pain it was barely audible. Emir made a dissaproving, almost savage noise in the back of her throat, the flesh of Drang's collarbone going white under her grasp.
Kasson shrugged, turned awayas he threw up his head.
'Mercenaries! Let's move out!'
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Post by Count Elakor on Oct 7, 2008 8:52:14 GMT -5
The sound of reinforcements almost let out a cheer from the pined guardsmenn. the incoming fire also halted and when the full fury of the mercenaries broke trough the undergowth Kyuzo and his samurai charged full force with Drangs finest rigth into the counter assault of the kroot.
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