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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 24, 2007 15:38:28 GMT -5
Falcon got up and ran for cover farther up. Popping off a few shots but not really doing anything but annoting a gun crew. He took cover.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 19:14:58 GMT -5
Arcangel almost missed his mark as the smoke engulfed the area, he tripped and stumbled, skidding on the raw dirt into the finally found trench and saw Colonel-Commissar Azalar, firing out hellguns.
"Wheres the rest pf the squad? We're scattered all over the place.....anyone else in the trench?" - arcangel had said, normally he was reluctant to ever talk to a commissar, but the situation was just crazy, he had to get something together.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 24, 2007 21:55:25 GMT -5
"Captain! left! left! Missile! Everyone down!" falcon yelled towards the squads direction as he ducked behind an old car. the missile went straight by nearly hitting him. the explosion rocked him to the core.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 25, 2007 3:07:02 GMT -5
Critchley stumbled as he ran into the blasted ruins slicing his way into the next that had once been what looked like a refreshments there where two building left now that looked like they had been fortifiyed and critchley was going to wipe out ever dam cultist in this dam building. the cultis on the heavy bolter closests never seen what hit them as Critchley rolled two frag grandes to them but they were missing the pin one seen them just in time to realize it was right next to there ammo and seen a storm coat run from the room as Critchey dived for cover as the secound grande which had been amied at there munntions detonated the exsplosion vaporised the gun crews and the building burned flames eating it from the inside out as the final whear hous now was the only remianing enemy point of fier coming in at them.
"Every body fire on the final whear hous keep them ducking..... archangel see if you can land some frags in there" critchleys voice crackled over the inter squad vox
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 25, 2007 10:19:33 GMT -5
Aki did not hear the colonel-commissar, and so with great difficulty, he sat up and remove his med pouch, and sorted himself out. He was just tieing the bandage when Arcangel came up.
"I have no idea, I saw Aki move off a moment ago." The Colonel-Commissar said standing, "Im going to the find the idiot with the bolter in that rabble of rebels and make him pay for firing at me" The Colonel-Commissar said, hearing an explosion. "Missile, one of ours I hope" he said.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 25, 2007 16:02:45 GMT -5
Following the Captain he inched forwards toward the front of the car. He couldnt see much of where the missile had come from but knew if it had another chance and with luck, might kill two or three of them easily. He grabbed his scope attachemtn for his autogun and unslung the weapon. He looked down the scope. Dirt and mud flew up as a Heavy Bolter belched death toward a few guardsmen hiding behing a partially dug trench. One of the men was hit and exploded into pink mist shower the other men in gore. He aimed the rifle toward a likely looking spot for a missile team. Hiding in the back of a room on the upper floors. He pulled the trigger and saw blood shoot out from behind a overturned table.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2007 2:13:28 GMT -5
Arcangel followed the colonel commissar over the top and through the cover of the smoke, trying to find that damned warehouse and that apparent AT team. As he ran, arcangel swiftly swung his grenade round, opened the magazine and expelled some of the still useful smoke grenades into a pouch, all the more replacing them with HE rounds from the left side of his waste. He brouoght it around his body, the mag clicked into placed and turned the corner. The warehouse stood blatantly there, as big a target as ever. Rounds opened up from the windows as he saw Critchley around the ruins, 70 metres to his right. One more glance at that position and he could see Falcon sniping the upper floors.
Arcangel hadn't noticed it untill he was too late, as he reached the concrete of the warhouse's bottom floor. He dived and stumblede on the floor turned and watched as he saw his team mates in front of him....not behind him....the huge doors of the warehouse stood a mere 20 meters to his left
"nuts...i'm pinned!"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 26, 2007 3:42:25 GMT -5
with a rore critchleys hell gun spat at the enemy as he layed cover down for arcangle "ARC MOVE BEFORE ONE OF THOSE FLAMING GUNS FIND YOU ASS" critchley shouted as he ducked into cover his hell gun pinning the emplacment teams as the front of the wear house become pot holed by his fire
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2007 5:58:30 GMT -5
Arcangel could just make out his words....he took a smoke grenade, popped the pin and held it in his hand. He moved out against the wall untill he could see the nearest first floor window....he adjusted and threw it, landing witha clang inside.....a few seconds later, smoke belowed like crazy......ire ceased to stop within the building.......
"Sir, We have to clear the building if we're to get rid of these asswipes!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 26, 2007 6:08:10 GMT -5
With an inhuman roar, Drang crashed through the warehouse ceiling, broken glass raining down on the stunned heavy weapons control squad. Drang landed directly on the vox-officer, crushing his spine in a grotesque crackle of cartilige and bone, his maul already lashing out and smashing the skull of another, his brain exploding in a spatter of blood and bone fragments. The officer bravely struck out with his power sword, but Drang simply grinned, stepped inside the mans reach and rammed a knife into the mans groin. The officer shuddered horribly, once, before systemic shock caught him and he collapsed, clutching feebly at his wound as his blood seeped away onto the hard concrete below. Drang looked up to see the third trooper bravely lash out with his boot knife, skittering accross Drang's ribs before it was his shoulder was wrenched from its socket. The fourth trooper fled, but Drangs autopistol caught the fuel compartment of his flamer and it detonated in a firey blast that consumed the man in a microsecond, his screams sucked from his lungs by the roiling inferno that consumed him. Drang looked around at the carnage he had wrought, the officer leaving a trail of blood as he desperately tried to pull himself away. Drang strode accross to the officer, saw he could not possibly hope to survive and, quicksilver-fast, raised his autopistol and blew the man's brains out. He then looked to the trooper with the dislocated arm, his face white with pain under the grime and dirt. 'While most imperial troopers would shoot you as a heretic, I have no real desire to' he addressed the trooper, who looked up at him. 'There is no glory in death, no matter what others may tell you. I will let you live, so that you may escape a life of death and false glory. Remember that. Remember that your life was spared, so that you could find a finer way to live your life, away from the death and misery in which I have lived mine. Remember Kamenev Drang.' At this he walked away, leaving the stunned trooper to make good on his escape. Now the combat was over, the adrenaline was receding and the stimulants and pain suppressants were too seeping away, leaving him feeling utterly nauseated. As he rounded a corner, he saw one of the heavy weapons squads that had his comrades pinnedin the trenches. But Drang was in no position to fight. AS the vox officer desperately tried to raise his dead commanding officer on the network, Drang doubled over behind the corner and was silently but violently sick.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 26, 2007 7:12:54 GMT -5
critchley burst threw the door the trooper drang had let go getting drop a split secound later by a well plased bolt of hell gun to the forehead sending him crashing into a pile of amuntion as critchley spun seen drang and mutterd a curse about the man that he must have been on drugs as her burst into the secound room that had a total of 8 heavy bolters and 5 heavy stubbers all lined aginst windows spent casses all over the flour. "how the emperor did they get all these weapons" with that he thumbed his weapon to full auto and proceaded to spray the rooms ocupents with his hell gun as it rored blood was spilt on a drastic scal and finaly the guns were silensed..... as critchley looked around making sure as he looked at one of the heavy bolters and almost passed out...... it was prestine not a single scratch on any of its impireal seals or marking's..... if this was a chaos cult they would have abolished it. "AZALAR GET IN HERE NOW"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2007 11:08:10 GMT -5
It was a bloody mess when arcangel followed Critchley in, surprised to even see Drang in the warehouse....blood dripping everywhere. he too was shocked, such an array of heavy weapons scattered, bullet casings, ammunitions boxes, these guys really wanted to prove something.....
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 26, 2007 14:14:59 GMT -5
Critchley exsamend the dates on the weapons and judging by the entrentchments they had been there for a long time.... a lot long then when the regiments got there. "this realy does not bold well? if it was a chaos cult these marking would havebeen desicrated.... what by the emperors devine light is going on here?" critchley stood up still awaiting the colnol commisar
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 26, 2007 15:33:44 GMT -5
As the roaring of the heavy weapons stopped, Falcon put his sniper rifle away and re-armed himself with the lasgun. Moving toward the warehouse he stopped by the 3 other dead men he had seen earlier, and stripped them of ammunition. As he walked in he was surprised to see all the Heaby weapons and blood. So much blood and drang especially,covered in it. "So, whats our next plan of action sir?" falcon asked the captain grimly.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 26, 2007 15:59:40 GMT -5
"well we try to make contact with any one down in the lowerlevels and have them regroup here"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 26, 2007 17:00:43 GMT -5
The Colonel-Commissar limped as quickly as he could into the building.
"Sorry Critchely, I had a slight problem. One, It seems Aki has gone missing, I cant find him out there. And two, one these heretics shot me. Anyway, we got one of them captive? see if we can get some insider info?"
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 26, 2007 20:03:12 GMT -5
((Sorry for not posting until now. Its just a bit busy for me and I'm rarely in front of my PC, expect my next post soon))
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 27, 2007 2:59:10 GMT -5
((okay then just post when ever you can))
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 28, 2007 13:55:18 GMT -5
'I was gonna have a captive' panted Drang, desperately trying to control the chemically-induced frenzy that screamed at him to lash out, to smash and crush and maim, 'but our glorious leader thought that a lasround to the head might soften him up a bit' he grinned, wolverine-style, at Critchley.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 28, 2007 16:25:01 GMT -5
"well sorry but storming into a enemy fortified building thats just been laying down a heavy base of fier over your squad... you dont normaly take a chance to take prisoners... espicaley hertics... field orders stand... if they do not support and worship the lord who rests on terra..... then he is your enemy and will be exacuted switley..... there would have been no interigation I do not interagate a heritic should it be a currupted host......."
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 28, 2007 21:41:04 GMT -5
"Id rather cut up a Heretic Host and get some information than go futher in blind" Colonel-Commissar Azalar said, looking at Drang, who looked in much distress, or in great restrain. The Colonel-Commissar started to walk as he spoke again to Critchely "Anything could be out there, anything, A Deamon could be round the corner, Critchely, And your incompetence as so far led us in completely blind" The Colonel-Commissar stopped behind Drang, and whispered "Chemicals? Or do you just suffer from "Rage" A lot?" he softly said.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 28, 2007 21:46:16 GMT -5
"uh sir, these dont look like heretics. They are wearing all their imperial symbols and everything. So?" Falcon said gesturing towards the guns and crew.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2007 3:56:24 GMT -5
Arcangel cuatiouslt checked the rooms, auto pistol in hand....it never hirt to know if the enemy was really dead. The upper floors where he and his group were stationed were cleared, all rooms, bathrooms.....no-one but the dead. He edged down the stairwell towards the ground floor areas, this as far as he was concerned had been cleared....overturned tables, ammunition crates and boarded windows....typical static defense layout.
Suddenly...there was a noise, a door flung shut....it scared the hell out of him and he turned towards the general direction....the door was open?..... the room inside was completely empty, except......
"Commander Critchley sir!!!!"belowed Arcangel, "Enemy contacts heard! Ground level', Stat!"
Arcangel turned once again to look at the trapped door at the far corner of the room, which had at first glance resemebled a carpet mat.....he steadied himself at the entrance, waiting for the squad to arrive.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 29, 2007 4:07:08 GMT -5
"azlar like I said if your storming a enemy stong hold you would rateher shoot first then wait to see if they surrender. Iam not arogent just not takin the time to let them get a sight on my head.... any way thats what I was hoping you would look at the guns have not been currupted......." critchley stoped as he heard the transmission from Arcangel "well looks like we may still have a party going on here then"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 29, 2007 6:10:02 GMT -5
'Ever seen an acro-flagelent, Alazar?' whispered Drang in reply.
Hearing Arcangel call out, Drang leapt up toward the sound of his voice, knocking through a rather feeble lath-and-plaster wall that was in the way. Drang barely had time to shout 'Hostiles!' before he was grappling with a carapace-armoured guard sargent trying to cut at him with a power sword. Frantic hand-to-hand ensued as the rest of the squad piled into the corridor behind the combat, Drang finishing the sargent with a vicous headbutt to the face that broke the man's nose and left him passed out from shock on the floor.
'My prisoner!' he shouted to Critchley before another stormtrooper tried to brain him with a hellgun. He jinked, and the butt slammed into Drang's shoulder, barely noticable through the pain-suppressed psychosis as he rammed a knife through the man's forehead and into the brain, killing him in a spray of arterial blood. He rammed his elbow into a third man's stomach before slamming the trooper head-first into the rockcrete wall, shattering the helmet and knocking him unconscious. A fourth and fifth leapt at him, trying to collapse him to the ground. Drang blew the brains of the fourth out with an autopistol round, but the fifth crashed into Drang, knocking him against the wall. The trooper desperately slashed his knife accross Drang's chest, but Drang, by now completely oblivious to pain and utterly enraged, ripped the troopers faceplate from him helm and pushed his thumbs into the mans eyes, blinding him in a haze of blood and pain. The misfortunate trooper collapsed, moaning from the pain, and, the rest of the squad overran through the corridor into the next room.....
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