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May 21, 2008 16:47:24 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 21, 2008 16:47:24 GMT -5
OOC you want to fight it out? GO make a thread for it. Anyways, I would invite him back, but hes never on anymore.And yes, dont kill each other this time.
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May 21, 2008 18:40:01 GMT -5
Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 21, 2008 18:40:01 GMT -5
He is rarely on, even on MSN. So chances are pretty bad to get him back
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May 21, 2008 23:11:38 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 21, 2008 23:11:38 GMT -5
OOC: thats kinda what I figured, so Knight, lemme know hen you got a character.
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May 22, 2008 7:11:00 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 22, 2008 7:11:00 GMT -5
Hey Knight, why don't you go with a ground-air controler (laser designator etc) rather than a pilot. That way you can get some shooting in as well, and we cann all talk to you as part of theconversation rather than having to radio you.
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May 22, 2008 8:21:14 GMT -5
Post by knight (M.I.A) on May 22, 2008 8:21:14 GMT -5
Because I don't want to be on the ground where all of you keep igoring my posts. I still think I could have shot with the BB directly at your squad and no one would have noticed. That woun't happen in the air, since there you can't ignore me... And I hate ground jobs...
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May 23, 2008 8:07:20 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 23, 2008 8:07:20 GMT -5
LOL I think it would be good if we had somone flying air around the war zone
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May 23, 2008 9:33:30 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 23, 2008 9:33:30 GMT -5
'Kay, I'l post.
IC:
The gunshot rang out. Another, then another, another, another, the brass cartridges dull in the pre-dawn light as they tumbled down, falling end over end until they hit the ground, a tinkling, dull rain of hot metal. The squad stood still for another moment, shock and confusion evident for a full second as Diego rappeled down from the shattered rooftop to land amidst them.
'What are you all staring at!' he screamed at their frozen, uncomprehending expressions. 'It's an attack!'
The squad exploded into action, all sprinting for weapons or cover or to organise the shattered defenders. All except Drang, who paused for a single, long moment, inhaling and savouring the acrid cigar smoke, still and slow until the sun's weak rays came over the horizon and stroked against his face.
'Sunrise'.
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May 25, 2008 6:37:18 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 25, 2008 6:37:18 GMT -5
Okay, I'm moving the story on. THE REST OF YOU MAKE A POST OR SOMETHING!!!
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May 25, 2008 14:37:35 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 25, 2008 14:37:35 GMT -5
anticepant growled as he seen a tau armourd colum pushing threw the shaterd no mnas land as he grab up his coms set "this is Comm auth two niner call sign anticeapant calling for imedate close fire sapport from any nerby units air sapport requested fire missions required at are 2 till 9 oclocks anit wise" he requested designated the inter aea infront of the lines for artilry fire "FIRE FOR EFFECT REPEAT FIRE FOR EFFECT" he rored as he threw a dead haurds men off one of the las canons leverling it up on the front of a hammerhead and leting off a blast of the laser as it penertrated the turret shorting the rail gun out then causing a system back lash that caused the thing to exsplode its rail fun geting thrown by the force of the blast and tearing its partners main weapon from the turret causing Anticepant to grin slyley "bye one... get one free" he whisperd as the weapon cooled down redy for its next shot
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May 26, 2008 0:10:06 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 26, 2008 0:10:06 GMT -5
"Get those lascannons in position, and get me some air support and make it quick!" Falcon roared as he brought his boltgun to bear, unloading on a pirhana and destroying it. "Hold the Line, in the Name of the Emperor hold the line!"
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May 27, 2008 11:35:58 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 27, 2008 11:35:58 GMT -5
The wall exploded.
Thousands of miniscule, lethal little fragments hurtled through the air, red-hot and deadly, tearing through the flesh of the missile team in front of him. In that brief, drawn-out moment as time slowed, he saw the body of the loader hurtled through the air in front of the blast wave, trailing blood from a facial wound that had stripped most of the flesh from his skull.
And then the blast hit him, a million tiny, white-hot needles boring into his flesh, tearing apart blood vessels and nerves. His cigar exploded into a brown haze of tobbaco fragments. His left eye went black as a fragment tore out the lens and cornea in a spatter of fluid and blood. The blast battered him, a wave of compressed, superheated air scorching his skin.
So he stood, the blood trickling and running from a hundred wounds, his skin slowly peeling from his flesh as the nerves shut down. He panted, short deep breaths as he tried to control his frenzied, bloodthirsty nature, the flight-or-fight relfex kicking in only a thousand times more intense, all the stimulants now fully operational and screaming at him to attack, attack and kill these vile, repulisive vermin, wipe them from this planet- mad, bloody thoughts. He tried to breathe, trying to drive out the raging fury that screamed louder than the pain, louder than the stims, so loud it threatened to overwhelm his control.
'Calm!' he barked to himself, desperately trying to marshal the fragmented remains of rationality in his brain. I am not an animal! I are not! I am Kamenev Drang, I am in control. I am in control. I am....' his voice trailed off, as a squad of Tau pathfinders came through the gaping hole in the building's wall, spreading out and surrounding him.
'Surrender!' ordered one of them in heavily accented Gothic, gesturing with the snub end of his weapon.
A strange calm came over Drang. In his mind, the conflicting rhoughts and impulses died away, the frantic buzz of conscious thought slowly giving way to an ancestral, reptilian instinct. Time slowed once more, and, with a mounting sadness, Drang realised that he could not retain his rational, focused thought patterns and possibly survive. This was it- where mind met soul.
With a glacial slowness, he reached into the folds of his coat, and drew out a single ampule, filled with an ominous, black liquid, and pushed the needle into his veins, the drug flooding into his blood. The most powerful, and dangerous of all the stimulants.
Barrage.
And, as the screaming, primordial rage boiled up inside him once more, he reached up and grasped the hilt of Agronmari, the rage of the daemon flooding into his body and overwhelming his soul.
And charged.
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May 27, 2008 19:10:18 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 27, 2008 19:10:18 GMT -5
"Drang what the hell are you doing! Whast your status!" Falcons bolter roared response to the blast and took apart another pirahna.
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May 29, 2008 11:12:01 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on May 29, 2008 11:12:01 GMT -5
Drang grinned. The tau leader saw this, and involuntarily stepped back, a near-invisible shudder of horror going through the Pathfinders as they watch Drang's face contort into a terrifying, bestial snarl- closer to the muzzle of a Terran wolverine than anything a human should even be capable of.
Drang saw this, and spoke.
'Blood for the blood god. Skulls for the skull throne.' He paused, watching the bowel-churning effects of the warcry take effect. He unslung the daemon sword, and pointed it straight at the heart of the tau leader. 'Fear my wrath, little alien. Fear it.'
To his credit, the Shas'ui did not run at the mercenary’s gesture. Instead, after a moment's pause, he levelled his carbine at Drang.
And died as Agronmari swept down over his head and sliced him in two.
Drang stopped, and looked up at the terrified pathfinders, savouring their fear and confusion. And then charged.
The first tau tried to stand his ground. Drang smashed him aside with a contemptuous blow that sent him whistling through the air to crumple against the wall, alien blood spattering between the joints in his suit as it's organs and blood vessels pulped under the impact. The second and third died as Drang swung the five-foot blade in a whistling, deadly arc, tearing out the organs of one into a bloody, heaped pile, and slicing through the thigh of the other, the two xenos crumpling to the floor in a haze of blood and screaming. Drang laughed, and shattered the helmet of another with his sword hilt, the alien collapsing to the floor even as Kamenev Drang seized another tau by the throat and rammed his blade through it ribcage, the alien's terrified screams cut off as it choked on it's own blood, the burning blade ripped apart it's lungs before Drang dropped it back onto the floor and tore the blade out of it’s body in a grandiose spray of gore, decapitating another tau in a crimson haze before he leapt and seized another alien as it turned to run, gripping it’s skull, and, with chaos-aided strength, pulling it’s still-screaming head from it’s shoulders.
The last two tau were running, out, out of the building and sprinting from it as fast as possible with the blind, terror-induced panic of a prey animal pursued by a predator. Drang sighed, and shot them in the back as they fled, two rounds, two explosions as the explosive bolts punched through their armour and gutted them in a shower of blood and shredded organs.
And it was over. The bloodlust, the frenzy, the chemical fury- all of should have ended. But it didn’t. Every action has it’s consequence, every power it’s price. And this was it.
Insanity.
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May 30, 2008 0:07:19 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on May 30, 2008 0:07:19 GMT -5
"What in the Emperors name IS that?" Falcon was gaping at the huge form of Drang...with an even larger and more dangerous weapon, a five foot blade. "Oh nuts..."
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May 30, 2008 10:40:20 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on May 30, 2008 10:40:20 GMT -5
Anticepant leveld his bolt pistol at drang swaping the mage out for a mage of stun rounds "DRANG DONT BE A VICTEM CONTROL YOUR SELF" he rored trying to get threw to the marine he had befriend and not caring for the demon weapon he was holding as he racked back the slide of his bolter as the wind cought in his cape tosing it out behind Anticepant as a exsplosion rored behind him exspanding into the air as the furry in it pushed out then finerley died into thick black smoke as Anticapants cold hard eyes leveled at drangs his boltpistol aimed at the throabing vain in drangs throat as sweat pourd from Anticapants forehead as if he was working heard to keep something out of his mind
inside anticepant was screaming with fear he felt time slow down as he watched drang he could not read him bearley able to see 2 secounds ahead of his movments.... this was diffrent was this fear that made him draw his weapon at a friend was it really a deamon weapon that was in his hand... was it a deamon he could feal scratching at the doors of his mind... anticapant growled as he felt like some thing or some one of a higher power was watching him judging him.. testing him right now
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jun 3, 2008 5:11:50 GMT -5
Drang snarled.
'Get out of my way you fool!' he screamed, his chaos powers amplifying his voice to a blood-freezing howl, Agronmari pulsing with fury under his hand, the air rent with screams and gunfire, and the stench of blood and burning flesh.
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Jun 3, 2008 11:29:40 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jun 3, 2008 11:29:40 GMT -5
"Oh we are so fragged.......Anticipent, get back! Dont get too close to him!" Falcon moved quickly and pulled the commissar by the collar back towards a small hut.
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Jun 3, 2008 13:25:34 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jun 3, 2008 13:25:34 GMT -5
anticepant roard as he shoved falcon off him "IF WE DONT GET THREW TO HIM WE CAN KISS THIS FOOT HOLD GOOD BYE HE DOES'NT CARE WHO HE KILLS RIGHT NOW ALL HE THIRSTS FOR IS BLOOD" he screemd at falcon "Iam a commisar... this is my job" he whisperd to falcon as he turnd and ran at drang getting infront of him anticpants own power sword drawn as he stood infront of drang "FRiend... dont let the demon controll you" he whisperd at drang his eye's fixing on the mercinerys as he recited the pray of purity in his mind over and over agine
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Jun 4, 2008 14:37:43 GMT -5
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jun 4, 2008 14:37:43 GMT -5
Drang paused.
Before him, Anticapant stood, resplendant in his red and black commissar's uniform, power sword blazing in a corona of lethal energy, his black cape swirling around him in the unnatural wind.
Drang grinned, and the darkness swirled around him, twisting around his bulk, and up, up his back, curling around his body like the limbs of Hecate. He crouched, and grinned as an involuntary gasp escaped the commissar; the nightmarish darkness had curled around his spine, up, and up, the inky dark forming a pair of terrifying, demonic
'Wings' gasped Anticapant, voice hoarse with terror.
Mad with fury and rage, Drang merely grinned wider, his lips and skin pulling back to reveal a grotesque, mocking snarl.
And he leapt.
Half a kilometre from the Imperial bastion, a tau commander surveyed the battlezone, watching as his infantry moved closer and closer to the ruined wreck, directing his men to outflank and surround the fort with a cool, satisfied precision. He smiled, knowing that soon the Imperial defences must fall.
Suddenly, the wind slammed into the side of his battlesuit, a gust of air that almost swept him off his feet, the servos in his suit whinig in protest as he pushed them past their limits to keep the suit upright.
And suddenly, the gale stopped. Confused, the commander looked about, wary for any hint of Imperials, raising his fusion blaster to scan the horizion for infiltrators or tunnelers moving in close to him, eyes sweeping the battlefield lef to right, his bodyguards clsong ranks to protect their leader. He paused, and-
Died, as Drang dropped from the sky, Agronmari sweeping down and carving through armour and flesh in a shower of blood and sparks.
With contemptuous ease, he disposed of the two bodyguards in a single, vicious blow that tore through the suits armour and ripped through their bodies like bloody, ragged tissue paper.
The tau stopped, turning to stare at the terrfying figure standing stop their dead leader, spattered with gore and cloaked in an ethereal darkness, great black wings of night stretching forever up to the sky in a nightmarish display of blood-chilling power.
'What do you wait for, little Xenos?' snarled Drang mockingly. 'RUN!!' he screamed.
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Jun 4, 2008 16:20:33 GMT -5
Post by lordcastellenjon on Jun 4, 2008 16:20:33 GMT -5
Anticipant shook him self as he felt power creep into his sword arm and a clarity take his gun arm his mind sharper then it had ever been as he felt... was that right he felt the mood of every guard in the wreak as he watched drang satisfy his bloodlust with the tau commander anticipant smiled knowing an opportunity when he seen it as a artillery volley smashed a hammer head and 2 devil fish incinerating all 3 of the vitals crews and passengers instantly he jumped up above the firing lines and took a deep breath the same unnatural wind whipping threw his night black clock "MEN OF THE IMPERIUM WILL YOU FOLLOW ME TO GLORY" he roared a blast of power exploding from his body lifting the low moral of every guard on the line as anticipant grind "FIX BAYONETS AND SWAP MAGS" h ordered "IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR I BEG OF THEY FIGHT FOR HIM THIS DAY" He yelled power flowing from his voice as ever guardsmen fixed there bayonet and swapped there spent magazine's for fresh ones as Anticipant leapt from his pedestal running forward every guardsmen sprang to his feat vaulting over cover. crakes of las fire lashing from there weapons into the ranks of tau taking a heavy toll on the startled filth as they looked unsure of what to do a few using there common sense and firing but were quickly singled out and peppered with las bolts as the charging guards men ran down the embankment into the tau, anticipants sword slicing cleanly threw there armor, bayonets crunching threw breast plates and some were just thrown to the ground as a guardsmen who had lost his weapons dived on him brass knuckles or boots pounding into there armor as they unleashed there hatred on the xenos as the ranks of tau collapsed the guard brought its greatest gift to bear on its foe its weight of number lead by the commissar him self who was fixeated on powering threw the tau lines to the dark figure on the tau command hill.
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Jun 4, 2008 18:19:16 GMT -5
Post by Cadian 117 on Jun 4, 2008 18:19:16 GMT -5
"Watch the flanks lads, and dont shoot Drang!" Falcon moved swiftly through the wreckage, leaving the troops behind, and going on his own. He heard the yelling the fire, and the Tau's cries over something. He turned the corner of a buidling, and there on top of the main command complex, stood Drang, daemonic wings, and sword. Tau troops were scattering by tens, being gunned down by Guardsmen. "Anticipent, I think Drang has won the battle for us....."
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Jun 5, 2008 3:03:08 GMT -5
I look around seeing the main bulk ofthe tau still engaged in mella on the main hil las cannons picking of the tau skimmers and gunships as he walked around stright past falcon and staring at drang his power sword stil in his hand as he fixed a glare on drang power lashing from his power sword scaring the ground with thick heavy blasts of energy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2008 9:50:18 GMT -5
The snap of a match followed a rasping breath as Staff Sergeant Hagard Munk lit his grotesque pipe. He glanced up at the scared looking troopers huddling in their seats and fidgeting between clinging onto the handholds inside the bucking Chimera and clinging onto themselves. As the 20th Mechanized chimera plowed across the red smeared tundra, eating up the distance towards their rendezvous with the Lieutenant Colonel at what these ragbag Cadians were calling "Tau Hill", he grimaced to himself and exhaled a cloud of stinking smoke.
Munk caught one of the troopers glancing apprehensively at Hagard's pipe. The guard looked up into the cruel dirty grey eyes, and wondered at the scars that mottled the veteran sergeant’s face, a great grey slice that turned the left side of his mouth into a sneer.
"Like the pipe do you boy?" Hagard growled. The trooper noticed his teeth we broken, uneven and badly set. The pipe smoke smelt of burning rubber and filled the interior of the transport. Unlike the troopers, Hagard wore well worn carapace armour, but he was not a large man. The trooper stared at Hagard as if he hadn't understood.
"Emperor’s Name, wake up boy!" Hagard roared as he slapped the trooper in the shoulder. The rest of the troopers jerked and looked up, awoken from their reverie of the coming storm. "You like this pipe?" Hagard repeated, pushing the pipe into the boys face. "You want this pipe? You gotta do more than just stare at me boy, you gonna hafta kill me!" He glared at the trooper, who seemed to shrink under the piercing intensity of the gaze.
Hagard pushed himself back in his seat and taking a long toke on the pipe, exhaled the foul black smoke around the already suffused cabin. Not one trooper noticed the surreptitious eyes sweeping the faces between squinted lids. "What's your name boy" Munk grumbled.
"Er... Reynolds sir." the guard mumbled. Munk barked a hacking cough and the troopers all jerked again.
"Well Reynolds, you might die soon ... you all might die soon, so I'll tell you why this damn pipe is so damn important!" Hagard paused to inhale another toke. As he spoke the tendrils of grey- black soot curled from his mouth and nostrils like the enquiring arms of an aquatic cephalopod. The chimera continued to roll and buck, more as if on a high sea that churning towards their target across a strewn battlefield. "This pipe ain't no ordinary pipe, and this tabac ain't normal either." he glanced about - there was interest now, and not a little trepidation.
"This pipe used to belong on the hand of a monster. What them mechanicus call a Tyranid Warrior. Now you boys ain't old enough to have fought Leviathan, so you ain't seen Tyranids up close. You probably scanned the pixts and herd scuttlebutt from liars who thought they seen 'em, but let me tell you different." He grimaced and removing the pipe from his mouth, held it out so all could look at the calcified claw. Reddish in tone, it was clearly taken from a mighty beast, brass had been mounted about the tip of it's vicious looking claw and the stump of it knuckle was ash blackened with extended use.
"Tyranids are ugly. They got little scamps with weevil guns that'll eat through you guts like a harronen grub. They got four armed monsters that leap on your defenses and whip claws through the gun ports, taking your friends face with dem." Munk gathered phlegm and spat a dirty glistening mark on the grilled floor. He glowered.
"They got giant monsters which stand like a space marine venerable one and spit out acid and screams as it rips through your bunker. They got all this, and they don't fear you, and they keep coming. But you know what's the most terryfying thing about those damn monsters?" He looked up and down the cabin, the troopers were all his now. The coming battle was forgotten.
"You wanna know what really terrifies the core of a man when facing Tyranids?" He paused, turning back to Reynolds. "It the stink. Those Earth-damned sons of gonads smell like your death grandmother crawled up inside you grandfather and you gotta dig her out!" He burst into a mucus laden cackle that quickly transposed into a fit of hacking coughs. Munk wiped his mouth, "now you want this here pipe, you gonna have to get past both Pride and Joy." He patted the twin hellpistols that under slung his armpits. "Not to mention my standard hellgun - quip. Oh and my meltagun too ... I call him Blue Peter." The hellgun and meltagun's straps looped over Munk's knees. He tucked the pipe into his pocket, leaned forward and grasped the back of Reynolds neck - pulling him close. Reynolds flinched away from the scar, the hacked up features and the cancerous breath. But he could drop his gaze from the piercing ash eyes.
"You watch yourself boy, 'cause I ain't nice. I'm a nasty piece of work and I fight dirty and I win. You want my pipe, I'd give you better odds with the Tyranid." another cackle followed the first. Munk released Reynolds and looping his hellgun over his shoulder, he lifted and hefted the meltagun. The other guard stood carefully, swaying with the roll of the Chimera transports.
Munk triggered his microlink comms system and interlinked with 14 the other transports and 10 Hellhounds riding vanguard. Suddenly his voice filled the cabinspace. Rough, echoing and raw.
"Now you sons of terra, we gonna take this mechanized company and we're gonna shove our chimeras and hellhounds up these cowface xenos buttholes. I heard from Leftenant Colonel Falcon that these scum want my pipe. They do not understand pipe making or the fine art of smoking stimms. I like my pipe and they can't have it. Every one of you will kill any Xenos scum that covet my pipe. We are the Kochi 20th Light Cavalry and we do not care for the xenos learning how to smoke. Now lets kill these blighted cow heads ... Munk out, sergeant's check in, we rendez-vous in two minutes."
He clicked off the microcomm switch and the Chimera was eerily silent. After the sonorous gravelly voice, you could hear the grind and churn of the chimera tracks across the ground and in the back ground muffled bangs and the wallowing sound of subsonic explosions.
Munk glanced over at Reynolds and winked.
OOC: Sorry for writing so much, but I figured I had a fair amount of characterisation t catch up on.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jun 6, 2008 8:56:45 GMT -5
The snapshot flare of lightning lit the battlefield as Drang, glutted on bloodlust and savage, exhultant triumph, lifted his head to the heavens and roared defiance, the booming fury echoing across the lifeless city. Man and alien paused in mute, uncomprehending terror as the cry rang out across the blackened ground and the burning sky.
Again, the lightning crashed overhead, and Drang put down his head and charged, his eyes burning bright in the thunder and fire.
His first, mad rush hit the retreating line of Fire warriors like a frenzied bull, sending a good half-dozen of them flying through the air even as Agronmari carved out a bloody trail of wounded and dying soldiers, leaving the aliens not dead but lying, crushed, mangled and rent hideously but somehow still alive to the pain and fear, a trail of blood and agony left behind the charge.
The tau closed ranks, and suddenlt Drang was surronded, a flurry of crushing blows raining a tatoo across his flesh and bones, dozens of aliens leaping at him, clawing and pummeling and pushing him to his knees in a storm of numbing, desperate blows. A Shas'ui slammed his bonding knife across Drang's chest, the cutting so deep into his ribs that the white of his bones could be seen, before slamming the blade into Drang's stomach, opening a ragged wound in his flesh. Drang screamed, and tore through the Shas'ui's throat.
But more Xenos came, piling over their comrades living and dead, pushing Drang closer and closer the the earth. His muscles howled in protest, his arms and legs shaking with the strain, his blood pounding in his ears and the preassure building behind his eyes, the blood coursing pounding in his ears as if his head would burst with the pain. Finally, the darkness closed over his eyes- whether death or possesion, he could not tell, and a familiar, mocking voice spoke in his ear.
'Remember Caeser, though art but mortal'.
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Jun 6, 2008 12:15:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2008 12:15:38 GMT -5
"Leftenant Colonel Falcon, this is Staff Sergeant Munk of the Kochi 20th. I see your position, ETA is 90 seconds. You know our disposition, where do you need us?" Hagard clicked off the intercomm. Over the internal pict system he could see some winged deamon smothered beneath a mound of tau warrior up on what he could only assume was "Tau Hill".
"Emperor's crap ... a bloody Deamon. Better cows than us." He muttered to himself, hocking another gob of spit on the chimera deck.
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