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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 29, 2007 8:05:37 GMT -5
Azalar ran into the room which Drang had just created a path into, pulling his Hellgun to bear, aiming from the hip, while swinging his poweraxe.
"Aggggggggg!" He Yelled as he charged him, slamming the poweraxe into the gut of one of the troopers, slicing though the Carapace, bones and tissues in one sweep, he then backed this up by blowing the torso backwards with a shot from his hellrifle.
"Critchly, what is going on, these are still loyalist!" he yelled over the ensuing chaos.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 29, 2007 16:12:28 GMT -5
critchley growled angrley as he aimed his hell gun down the hall that was now a seathing mass of stoormtroopers intenton killing them "Feath if I know KILL THEM ALL" with that critchley rored clamping his fingure down on the trigger spraying the room in blood from the enemy troops "NO PRISONERS STANDING ORDERS KILL THEM TO THE LAST"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 29, 2007 16:24:37 GMT -5
"No Critchely, We need a Prisoner!!" Azalar yelled, cleaving the Power-Axe upwards into the jaw of an Stormtrooper Sergeant, Veteran by the pins, and watched as the head falls "And Remeber Lads!! Take the Power packs when were done! Free Ammo!" Azalar yelled over the chaos
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 29, 2007 16:28:50 GMT -5
"dam!" it critchley growled as his power pack ran dry and in a instint before he could unseath the power sword was swapmed by a mass of troops as he was thrown to the ground knifes shatering off his master crafted carapace plat as he lashed out aginst what must have been easiley 5 squads or more of reg's as he lased out trying to get to his power sword
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 29, 2007 17:51:38 GMT -5
Azalar turned on his hell, and ran towards the mesh of troops of critchely, Swinging the Power-Axe in a large arc, he slammed it into the side of the troops on the right hand side, as he shoot the troops on the left with the Hellrifle from Hip-Hight
"Get up Critchely!" Azalar yelled "Your supposed to be the commander, and your taking a nap!"
Swining the axe around again, he decapitated a large trooper in the crowd, and watched as the head bounced to the floor.
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Post by twerd on Oct 29, 2007 18:06:28 GMT -5
lighting walked down the hallways all identical and no maps "Sh@t i'm lost: thought lighting but the explosions had stoped and that meant two things the cultist are in charge or the imperium is the later was more comforted. looking around he found a store house in one of the corriders finaly lucks on my side for a change jugding by the door the enemy hadn't open it the lock was in place and dust had steetted on the handle. Open it he slipped inside amoung the boxes of amoo and rations were armour and heavy boters, stubbers and missle launchers. closing the door lighting discovered a emergency fire exit and with a smile started to the ladder.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 29, 2007 20:15:31 GMT -5
Falcon, in hearing the fighting, double-timed it to the entrance. Close Combat was not his strong point so he decided to try and find a way around. He back tracked out side and started to run around the side of the warehouse and tripped on a grating coming out of the street. He hastily picked himself up and continued running towards the side. When he finally looked up he couldnt believ his eyes. A whole platoon or more of Guardsmen were flooding the warehouse. A few noticed him but most were eager to take down drang and Critchley. Las bolts sizzled around his position as he took cover and returned fire killing two. A las blast clipped his shoulder and he winced in pain but kept firing. He used his com-bead to contact arcangel,"He Angel get out here! I could use your grenades!". Falcon pulled up his rifle and continued to shoot men down as chaos insued.
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Post by twerd on Oct 29, 2007 20:35:42 GMT -5
the grate above lighting thudered from somthing topside and the top broke off the hinges "great that's just great" though lighting get down from the ladder lighting took as much ammo and rations as he could. leaving the storage room he ran to the area he though a exit would be.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2007 23:42:28 GMT -5
"Gotcha covered Falcon, be there in a sec!"
Arcangel slammed the door shut and shoved a huge table to the door, so that nothing came out. He ran, turned left and down the corridor where he saw Falcon popping off las shots at the now obvious counter attack the enemy was making. He ran and slid, ducking just under the window line next to Falcon.
"Here, start blowing them up" and with that he unslung his back pack showing off a bouqet of high explosive frag rounds. "Save the kraks for later"
Arcangel then crawled, hugging the wall to the next window where he started firing down at the squads. Grenade rounds pepperd the downward slope, explosions and shrapnel bouncing off, with heretic's falling in 2's and 3's.
"Falcon....hows it going!?"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 30, 2007 5:47:52 GMT -5
critchley growled he could'nt get his hand to his power sword and blod was starting to pour from a cut on hit face as he suddenley found the pistol grip of his bolter slaming the safty of and pointing it into the gut of the trooper that had him pinied him snaped the trigger back the bolt disintergrating the mans heast in a inctent as critchley sat up souldering the weapon and switching the weapon to full auto as critchley spread the imeadat area with high exsplosive bolt round's finly geting up turning the safty onto his bolter and grabed his power sword. "right lets show some impearl justic shall we" with that he joind azlar masercaring the trators in ther droves "well azlar i thought you said you were good?" with that critchley dived into a large mass of troops knocking them all the the ground and spining as he got up draging his power sword threw them all
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 30, 2007 7:53:10 GMT -5
Falcon grabbed the 'nades and lobbed 2 of them in close order into a dug in postition. The samll fortification lit with fire and death as the grenades detonated and falcon threw one more towards the largest clump of charging men. It laned right in their path and exploded as they ran over it killing 10 of them and knocking many others down. "Im good! I think we got the sitch' under control!" "Critchley! They are falling back!"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 30, 2007 9:06:07 GMT -5
Azalar watched as Critchly jumped into the troops, following his jibe at Azalars fighting Skills.
"Today is a good day to die Critchely!" Azalar yelled as he to lept into the fray.
He ducked under the right boot of a Stormtrooper, which slammed into the head of one of the new guardsmen, before cleaving his axe up, severing it at the knee, at which the trooper screamed.
Azalar had slung his hellrifle ont his sholder and had drew his bolt pistol, to which he shot a trooper point blank in the head, before spinning on his right foot, and slamming his left one into the head of a nearby trooper.
Azalar ducked under the hand of a large trooper, which plowed into the face of another trooper, sending him backwards, and as Azalar came back up, he slammed the poweraxe upwards between the troopers legs, and listened as the energy field cut through the carapace and the bones. cleaving the trooper in two.
He swung the axe in a large arc, cutting open the chests of the troopers now gathering around him, before firing his bolt pistol into the troopers behind them
"Come on Critchely, I have a kill rate of 13 now, whats yours?" Azalar yelled, Before slamming his axe into the head of another "14!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 30, 2007 9:32:19 GMT -5
The shouts barely pierced the wall of rage surrounding Drang, as he lashed out a the swarming guardsmen as they tried to overwhelm him, turning the combat into a bloodbath of slashing, hacking, stabbing and crushing that left maimed and dead soldiers heaped around Drang, standing alone in a ruined foyer as they overwhelmed him,the cries of 'For The Emporer!' on their lips as they charged changing to screams of agony and terror as the bezerk mercanery clove through their ranks, mindless of the dozen small wounds accross his body as he lashed out, ending life after life in madcap butchery, laughing in defiance of their officers swords and the soldiers suicidal bayonet strokes. His knives were broken in the bodies of the soldiers around him, a dead officer's sword in his left. And suddenly, they were withdrawing, fleeing out accross the open ground heedless of the pursuing fire as they fled the combat.
Again, the adrenaline receded, leaving Drang exhausted, bleeding from several wounds and utterly sickened by the devastation around him. Well over fifty corpses had been strewn around the foyer like toys thrown by a giant child. Drang slumped against the wall, hollow-eyed and retching painfully, though he had already emptied his stomach not ten minutes earlier. The painful dry retches finally stopped, and he finally collapsed to the floor, too drained to even attampt to move away from lying on the still warm corpse of a boy who had yet to find use for a razor. The fatigue made everything seem so warm and comfortable, and he slowly dozed off into oblivion.......
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 30, 2007 15:39:40 GMT -5
As the troops scurried away, Falcon saw an officer, pointing backwards with his bolt pistl blaring into the building. Falcon took aim and shot. The officer fell in a trench as medics tried to save him. Falcon shot him again but right in the face this time. The medics looked around but couldnt find him. He shot them too.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 30, 2007 16:04:39 GMT -5
Critchley laughed madley "WELL THAT WAS A FREASH PACK AND IT WENT DRY.... THAT GOTA BE AT LEAST 50 FROM JUST THE HELL GUN... THEN THOSE 15 FROM THE BOLTER AND ....... WELL IAM GESSIN ABOUT 65 AT THE MOW" gcritchley grined as he slit the throught of a trooper and snaped the legs of another trooper that was trying to run then shot a retreating trooper threw the back of the head and stood over the trooper stamping on his throat growling angriley at him.
"WHY DID YOU ENGAGE US?" e growled but the trooper died suddenley... his eye's suddenley snaping up into the top of his skull as blood trickled from his nose the disguesting stench of ozone in the air causing critchley to cover his nose in disguest fighting the urge to vomit "emperore protect the faith full and deliver us to the source of this taint"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 30, 2007 16:17:50 GMT -5
"I hardly belive you got 65 kills Critchly, you spent half the fight having a little nap, which for the record, I did save you from" Azalar said, with a grin on his face, the "Fight Time" Slowly wearing away
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 30, 2007 17:43:20 GMT -5
critchley grined looking up and down the hall way the bodies of those who had attacked stacked there was easiley 100 bodies choking where critchley had been blazing with his hell gun "want a bet on that!"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 30, 2007 17:55:46 GMT -5
"Some of them bodies are the ones I killed saving you Critchely" Azalar said, looking at the bodies and seeing the wounds of a Power Axe on some of them
"Im pretty sure you cant kill more than Mr. Drang in a fight, and hes hardly got 50" Azalar added
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 30, 2007 18:01:15 GMT -5
well I dont know thats a target I intend to beat I wounder what his best is at the mowment?" I grin counting howmeny showed signs of power ack damage and coming to only 20 where all the reast had ever had a bolt to the head or a hell gun bolt to there body as I counted and came to my origanal estimate "count them Iam right I grin as I remove a frag granade from one of the dead troopers and place it on the large colection of ammo crates in the whearhouse "get everyone out this place is going down with a bang"
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 30, 2007 21:08:09 GMT -5
Falcon gathered the 'nades and everything else and started away from the building. The las hit he had taken stung and he pulled out his amasec and poured alittle on the wound to stop the pain. It hurt more at first but then numbed. He then took out a dressing adn cleaned the wound. As he walked back he stumbled past some dead troopers and relieved them of their ammo. As he walked away he noticed movement in some buildings up ahead. "Critchley! Snipers!!!" He yelled over his com-bead.
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Post by twerd on Oct 30, 2007 23:33:12 GMT -5
lighting was running down a hall way when an explosion shock broke through the cieling above him jumping and ducking out of the way of falling rubble he hit the t junction swinging left and then another another left he found the rope ladder the scout team had gone down into underground in the first place. Lighting climb the ladder the sounds of the battle where across the street in a wharehouse movement above him caustionly he he walked to the stairs and ventured up to the thrid floor.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 31, 2007 4:13:12 GMT -5
critchley grined finaly seeing there le'men russ battle tanks roll down the street "Its about time they moved" he grined softley "All units hold fire frendlies sdetting up the perrimiter" he grined as he waved at a snper that did'nt look to plzed at being spoted "troops assemble at the back of the whear house"
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Post by twerd on Oct 31, 2007 4:37:21 GMT -5
as he peered around the corner into a room he saw sniper wait patentialy. Taking out his silenced auto pistol lighting aim for the break between the helment and the flak armour. The snipers went back from the scope and a puzzled expression crossed his face. "Ahem" lighting siad as the sniper turn his head lighting fired sending the sniper to the ground with hole where his eye should of been and blood agianst the wall behind him. the sound of leman russes came into the room looking through his newly accurired scope the battle tanks were setting up a premiter and two troopers were running to the warehouse "so ... there they are better be off now" looking at the silent exguardsmen. walking out the door and down to street level "Glad to see you guys have finally decided to show up Lance corperal" (thats you falcon)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2007 4:46:05 GMT -5
Arcangel surveyed the outside, the barrel of his grenade launcher smoking hot. He hadn't notice falcon leave the room and picked up his gear, a clatter of empty grenade shells plonkered to the floor as he removed them from the magazine.
He turned to where a corridor of bodies lay, and turned into the room where the rest stood....completely drenched in blood and the low humming of there power weapons sizzling with the mix of blood and hot energy.
"Holy Terra, you guys sure party hard" - he said, carefully manouvering over the cleavrs ligaments and heads. "To the back of the warehouse it is then, sir"
He motioned the others to get a move on, he saw Drang was still tensed with rage and alazar, still furious at critchley....who gave a damn about how many you killed, he thought, as long as they are dead and your alive as he walked down the stairs to the back of the warehouse.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 31, 2007 10:22:26 GMT -5
Azalar quickly gathered a load of Hellgun powercells from the dead storm troopers, sliding them into his rucksack
"Never have enough" He said
Before going to the rear of the warehouse
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