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Dec 30, 2007 15:13:41 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Dec 30, 2007 15:13:41 GMT -5
The magazine dropped. It hit the dirtwith a metalic clink and rolled down the muddy embankment even as Drang pushed another drum of armour-piercing bolts into the stubber. Magazine catch down, drum in place. A Devilfish swept past, engines howling and burst cannons blazing at the cadians pinned in the rubble. Belt fed, safety off. No time to check the feeder mechanism now, as fire warriors leapt out from the skimmer, sheilded from the incoming fire by the tank's armoured bulk.
The bolter rounds cut through the fire warriors like a hot knife through ice, the tau contorting as the explosions blew out organs and bone in each, miniature red cratered wound. Drang laughed, the staccato firing visible as the bolts exploded against the hull. One caught the fuel line, a breif flash of fire that travelled up through the vehicle into the engine housing.
And the world went white. The explosion blasted the xenos transport straight up into the sky in a fireworks display of brilliant destruction, the force of the detonating munitions and fuel trailing a line of fire across the night sky, and sending the scenery flying through the air. Drang slapped his arm absently as the burning fuel rained downon the combatants like the wrath of the gods. The pain was intense, but in a muted way, as if it were another person feeling the incadescent heat blister their skin as his greatcoat caught fire.
Bathed in the apocalyptic light of the burning transport and wreathed in incandescent flame as his coat ignited, Drang strode to Arcangel's postition, so terrible and inhuman as he burned against the night sky. He shrugged his coat off as he looked down into the trench. Most of the guardsmen had fled, but Falcon was still their, desperately working on a guardsman whose arm had been reduced to a bloody mess. As Drang stared down into the gun pit, the realisation hit him like a hammerblow to his gut. That was Arcangel. How the mighty had been laid low, a fine, tough and proud warrior reduced to lying in his own blood, alone but for Falcon and a psychotic mercanery. There were tears in his eyes as he staggered down the parapet, fumbling desperately for his own medical kit as his friend slowly bled out under the ghoulish light of a marker flare.
Blind, white-hot tears of rage.
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Dec 30, 2007 18:34:59 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Dec 30, 2007 18:34:59 GMT -5
Anticepent smiled the way was clear "this is commisar anticipent move a medi chiamiera and medics to archangls postion.... if he dies then there will be a investigation into why he was not saved..." he waited a secound... one secound if that "this is medic group 4 transport number 3 on are way thanks for clearing the path commisar sir...." came a obviousley scared and nervouse tone of voice as anticiepnt made his way to the tranch gathering as fast as he could. "plz be okay arch.. if he was to die... moral would plumit... this canot happen on my watch"
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Dec 30, 2007 20:56:21 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Dec 30, 2007 20:56:21 GMT -5
Vulcan was running towards the gun pit the blast from the devilfish had coaught him by surprise. Ducking into cover as burning scapnel flew inchs above his head. Getting up agian he move into the gun pit setting up a his sniper rifle, looking out into the battlefield fire fights between the imperials and the tau were everywhere then behind a barricade stood a comander in his crisis siuts protected by 3 other suits and 8 shield drones. picking up the recier from his vox "this is liasion Private vulcan i have spotted the enemy's comader requesting a sweep 2 clicks northwest westf from my position over" " roiger that high priotity target indeftied an air bourne sweep is coming " " yes sir" a few seconds passed the sound of a thunderhawk flying over and then in the distant explosions erupted over a 2 kilometer strecth of land.
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Jan 3, 2008 22:39:21 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jan 3, 2008 22:39:21 GMT -5
The medic ran over to arc's side, looked at his wound, and started to pull out stim packs to stop the pain. He was in shock, thats for sure. Night was setting, slowly. The deep red sun slowly diminished over the horizon. The cold set in, the rain turning to snow, ice setting everywhere. "Anticipent! Get to my position as soon as you can! Take it slow there may be snipers."
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Post by twerd on Jan 4, 2008 0:01:32 GMT -5
looking down at the medic and arcangel vulcan shivered in the cold. Archangel must be going through some serous pain though vulcan. "Take it slow there may be snipers." Falcon said into vox looking around a small hill with a crest that was perfect for finding xenos with rail rifles. "sir I'll go and find the enemy sniper will I?" Falcon looked at vulcan with an exppresion that made vulcan feel he had said somthing stupidly obivous.
setting up his sniper rifle on hill he turned on the infrared scope the light was fading. placing and activating two small machines cold air rushed past vulcan sending shivers down his spine. though the machines would shield him from other heat detecing sinpers.
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Jan 5, 2008 13:06:09 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jan 5, 2008 13:06:09 GMT -5
anticepent grind widley operning his vox "dont worry Iam sure I will know about any snipers before they fier at me..." he smiled jumping up from his postion and running to the dug out "Commisar anticepent reporting as requested" he anounced proudley blood setled on his fatigues as he smiled at every one "have a gd war?" he grind his smile warm and welcoming as he moved over to falcon's side
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Jan 6, 2008 17:24:41 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Jan 6, 2008 17:24:41 GMT -5
Vulcan was looking through his snipers scope the was nothing to see really expect the dark shapes of mountains and the light from fires around the battle field. near on of the fires a figure ran to his left and layed down. "Those sons of bit ...." grumbled vulcan of course they were using te fires aiming slighly below the tau head vulan fired the shot hit the tau chin. grabbing the wound the tau deoped his weapon with a smile vulcan disped with his prey easily. a group of fire warroirs began to make there way over towards the gun pit. each shoot saw a a tau fall to the ground dead or injuered while there friends ducked and covered. waiting and waiting then one of fire warroirs ran out to help his friend he flew 2 seonds after three to go
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Jan 15, 2008 9:30:31 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jan 15, 2008 9:30:31 GMT -5
Drang stood. Arkangel was relatively stable, and now he wasn't needed. He knew, how he didn't know, but he knew, that there were several Tau marksmen burrowed into the hollow, black shell of a hab-block that sat due west of them, along with a garrison of at least twenty fire warriors. An alien scream pierced the inky dark, drawing his lethal attentions to the infantry advancing toward the pit. Another scream, and Drang smiled, savouring the dark, malevolent thrill of an enemy reduced to pitiable terror. A third scream, and Drang fired a burst straight at the milling figures, ice-clear to his preadtor eyes, the muzzle flash magnesium-white against the night. He grinned as two more dropped lifeless, and Tau rifles swivelled toward the flash.
The tau fired, the shouts of confusion and long, inaccuratte bursts of fire that were to a veteran, sure signs of panic and fear.
Footsteps, and Drang turned suddenly. There was Anticepent, not four metres away and moving still closer, watching the Tau with contemptuous disintrest; as another man might watch a unpleasant but harmless insect. Drang closed his eyes, protecting his massively dilated pupils against the flare of the match as he lit a cigar.
'Care for one?' he asked the lean commissar.
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Jan 15, 2008 17:19:21 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jan 15, 2008 17:19:21 GMT -5
Anticipant smiled "thank you good sir" her grind as he took one of his bolt pistols out firing one shot a mere inch past Drang’s left ear the bolt passing by a sub sonic speeds as it tore the kroot’s head clean open as it only just stuck its head up "sry... only just seen him" Anticipant grind "you have a sixth since do you not..... able to pin point your enemies....." anticipant smiled taking the cigarette and pressing the end of it against the bolt pistols muzzle as it slowly ignited as he brought it to his lips taking a long drag savoring the burning taste in his mouth "ahhh sweat..." he purred softly like a predator enjoying a treat as he observed the stick in his grasp "Drang... may I talk with you now...." I ask removing his commissural beret and rank pins "as soldier to soldier... who makes his living on the battle fields of this dark age....." he asked as he rubbed his face the unmistakable dark sags under his eye's showing weariness and tiredness not the carefully measured application of dark dust to give him a piercing glare to make it seem he was judging the man he was looking at.
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Jan 21, 2008 21:47:09 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Jan 21, 2008 21:47:09 GMT -5
vulcan saw the blast of the heavy stubber anilhate the tau forces. turning his attention to the fires and buildings nothing was out there expect the smll animals savaging for food. looking over to his left three motor exhuasts lit up in the sky. the sniper drones where flying along the fires skirting the buildings sweepeing the area for the operator. he was hidden in one of buildings setting the crosshairs on the tau head vulcan waitined for the to die down enough for a kill. Pain exploded down vulcan's left arm causing the snip[er rilfe to fire into the dark nowhere. moving back down the crest vulcan lifted his autogun he could hear the sniper drones coming towards him jumping up he fired fired into the first one guning down just as his right leg was shot out falling down and rolling to the bottom of the hill vulcan fired his autogun into the advancing drones knocking down seconded. The dull clicks of the empty chamber came to vulcan quickly he ducked into the closet building taking out the clip and replacing it. a shot came through the wall just above his head.
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Jan 22, 2008 9:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jan 22, 2008 9:55:24 GMT -5
'I am...... inhuman.' said Drang, a ghost of a smile evident in the starlight. 'The Emporer gave me humanity' and this time the smile twisted, turning to a grotesque sneer 'and he took it away again.' There were no more smiles, only a haunting darkness in his eyes aa he said, bitter fury choking him up from the inside. 'Now I am nothing more than a killer. Shock and awe. Terror and death.' He laughed mockingly. 'Sturm und Drang.'
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Jan 22, 2008 14:22:37 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jan 22, 2008 14:22:37 GMT -5
"shurley you still are human.... I herd you killed astartes..... why was that.... I here it was becouse of a fude between you and a inquisator....." anticepent asked slowley a little curiouse about this man he was talking too
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Jan 22, 2008 18:20:22 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Jan 22, 2008 18:20:22 GMT -5
ignoring the pain as vulcan turned and fired into the drone taking it down. Vulcans vision became blury and right leg lay imoble the flashes from the exposed bionics mixed with blood standing up as much as he could he leapt as far he could towards the gunpit stumbling into it. He was in a corner and the pain down his left arm was gone as he vision was geting worse
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Jan 23, 2008 11:34:32 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jan 23, 2008 11:34:32 GMT -5
'A feud?' Drang laughed, long and hard and bitter. 'He took my world. He took it and burned it and cast it down into barbarity' Drang snarled. 'And why?' he continued, the anger swelling in his guts as does the sea before the tempest.
'For pride. For his own petty ideals. Because his doctrinate mind could not see the civilisation we built. Because it offended him.' The mad laughter stopped, and Drang looked into Anticapant's eyes. 'For a long-dead corpse rotting away on Terra, a corpse who neither noticed or cares about we merest mortals.'
'And I killed him. What else can you do? Drang asked. 'The marines were nothing: fools who guarded a criminal because he mouthed piety. And he brought it on himself: unmade me and made me again in the image of the perfect soldier: obedient, ruthless and fearless. But' and he chuckled again, savouring the twisted irony of the situation 'the mind is a difficult thing to control. So they got fearless, and they certainly got ruthless. But they never managed obedience.'
Vulcan's shouts pierced the veil of anger. Drang leapt up onto the parapet, only to fall again as a rail slug buried itself straight into his abdomen.....
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Jan 23, 2008 17:11:58 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jan 23, 2008 17:11:58 GMT -5
anticepent shook his head not sure what to think of drang he realised his hand had gone to his bolt pistol as he jumped up on the edge of the fier hole cursing his recklessness he seen the shot screaming to his lef side and face as he jumped into the air bending his body as he was smaked out the air as the shot that was going wide crashed into his legs bionicss roring in punctured agony as anticpent landed shock punching threw him like a cold knife "of emperor my lord and farther protect me your faithful servent. guide me to your side should this be my final prayer forgive drang of his reckless understandable unfaith in you gudie him from my lord with your wisdom and guidence" anticepent wept he had never been shot he had had close shaves that requierd madical treatment but nothing more this was all so new the shot had melted his flesh to the bionic in a ugley way
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Jan 23, 2008 18:00:21 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Jan 23, 2008 18:00:21 GMT -5
Vulcan got grabed his auto gun climbing to the parpet he looked out rail slugs missing his head by milimeters. squeezing the trigger the recoil casued only five shots to hit but that would do the drone crashed into ground. turning around he saw both the merc and the commisar on the ground "pathic " vulcan said under his breath getting down from the parapet he went over to the commisar his legs were bionic "hay looks like we got the same deal" he joked at anticepent sitting down next to him vulcan took out a two small boxes openning them and two small bots climbed out and started to repair the boinics " i always carry an extra one just in case" he told the commisar taking out a banage he started to wrap his left forearm to stop the bleeding. as the adreline filted out of his system vulcan started to his vision and fell asleep.
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Jan 24, 2008 17:09:13 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jan 24, 2008 17:09:13 GMT -5
anticepent shudderd looking at the merc as he finaly got him self undercontrol praying faithley to the emperor as he pated the small machine thanked it then helped it into the box as he jumped onto the parpet sick of every one geting shot as he fliped of the lip as 3 rail slugs scorched threw where he had been just a secound ago as he pulled out both his bolt pistols diving threw a window to his left gring as he herd the terrified tau scramble for its side arm as it realised its hider was compramised "little xeno little xeno... come out come out where ever you are" anticepnt mocked limping on his just repaird leg as he found the tau hiding in the corner its side arm missing as it had scrambeled threw cover obviousley as anticepent aimed both his pistols at its cheast "or Ill just blow you away" out side the thunderus bark of bolt pistols was all that could be heard
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Jan 24, 2008 18:51:39 GMT -5
Post by twerd on Jan 24, 2008 18:51:39 GMT -5
vulcan woke up to the sound of bolt pistol rounds he noticed that the commisar was gone cursing himself he got up. taking out his sniper rifle he perred down the heat sensor array the outline of the comissar and the tau died at his feet at least he was having fun looking over at the lt col. " should we move there only seems to be remants around here?"
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Jan 27, 2008 0:11:13 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jan 27, 2008 0:11:13 GMT -5
OOC: I am gonna be out for awhile school stuff.)
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May 4, 2008 13:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 4, 2008 13:59:13 GMT -5
That first day was bloody. Nobody knows how many men died on that drop- thousands, thats for sure. But we had gained a toehold in the city- not much, and were having to fight damn hard to keep a grip even on that. But as the night fell and the planet's brutal climate kicked in, and the guardsmen huddled to their positions and waited for the unnaturally long night to end, I knew that tommorow would be just as bloody. And that pleased me immensely.
Drang sighed, and snapped shut the cover on his notepad. A pack of delightful lies, half-truths and outright fictions, but it would do wonders for the propaganda back home. Cursing to himself as he heaved his brusied frame up from the blasted hab-block wall, wounds twinging and protesting at their rough treatment, and stood, letting his senses stretch out and luxuirate in the cold night's calm.
He closed his eyes, a match flared a brilliant, phosporous orange, and died back down into the warm red glow as he puffed another cigar into life. Sighing again, he turned back to into the picket line surrounding the blackened, ruined building, and limped to the fire where his friends and comrades waited....
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May 4, 2008 18:14:16 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 4, 2008 18:14:16 GMT -5
anticeapnt was siting by a dull heater a bowl of soup perchd over it his eye's drawn and tierd hevy black nags pulling down from his eyes as he worked fanatickley to clean xeno blood from his power sword as he whisperd pray to the emperore finaly finishing as he looked up at drang "drang my good man get any sleep at all?" he asked rubing at his leg that was now exstremley sowlen with bruising
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May 6, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 6, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -5
Falcon woke with a start. "Has anybody got any damned caffiene?" He didnt really care whether they did or not, because if they didnt he would just make his own. He shivered in the cold wet weather. "What time is it anyway anticipant?"
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May 7, 2008 17:06:12 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 7, 2008 17:06:12 GMT -5
"about 5am local" anticipant called to the officer as he rooled a fresh flask of cafine over to him "freshley prepared and caped sir" he grond rubing his eye's as he looked around at the mercinary noding "drang the mepeore does watch over you" he whisperd as he rubed his eye's as if trying to remove a staind image from his eyelid
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May 8, 2008 13:50:55 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 8, 2008 13:50:55 GMT -5
Drang chuckled and leant back against the wall, sipping at the scalding caffine-substitute drink with a grimace.
'Yeuch' he spat, his face twisting in disgust. 'What do they make this sh*t out of, grox dung?'
He sighed, and returned Anticpant's nod. 'I should hope so. He bloody owes me one for all that sh*t with the priesthood, and those damn inquisitors', he said, smiling ruefully.
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May 8, 2008 15:19:10 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 8, 2008 15:19:10 GMT -5
"the priest hood are too finatical for there own good and the inquestion is so powerful now it does not see the truth it once stood for.... the emperor frowns apon such things. you should know this your self for the emperor seen you deliverd to the gifts you now use to reap in profit" anticepant stated calmley staring into the mercernrys eye's
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