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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 31, 2007 13:44:29 GMT -5
critchley looked back to the new comers and seeing a perticulerley craped up trooper walking towrads them as he made sure that all his peoplee were out he pulled the pin out the grande setting it down on the amuntion and let the arm trigger spring as he walked out cailmley the grande starting to somk as the fuse ticked down "FIER IN THE HOLE" critchley rored louder then any heavy bolter or auto cannons could as he joged over to the new trooper (thats you twerd)
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 31, 2007 13:45:11 GMT -5
Drang woke up to the sound of diesel-electric engines. Leman Russ, he thought groggily as he staggered to his feet. Vannenheim-mark fours, thought his still-exhausted brain as he lumbered towards the activity at the rear of the warehouse, hull-and sponson mounts, last tanks Vannenheim made with the multi-function sponson-and hull weapons, before that particular piece of tech was lost in the ensuing chaos invasion.
He searched pockets of a still warm officer, appearing to be at around the rank of Captain. His search came up half a dozen power-packs, a new bolt pistol with two clips, which he clipped onto his belt in place of the autopistol, which had not survived being used as a makeshift club, and particularly high-class ration pack that he tore into with relish as he walked down to the meeting.
'So' he addressed Critchley. 'Whats the plan?
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 31, 2007 17:44:01 GMT -5
"Uh, who are you?" demanded falcon as he walked toward the new trooper. Falcon watched coutiuosly as tanks began to take formations. Falcon threw the grenade bag back to arcangel as he spoke. "Sir? what are these tanks doing here? and who is this new guy?"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 31, 2007 17:57:39 GMT -5
"Well the tanks are from the cadian armoured new bludes they got called this is there first action and he is one of the scouts I sent down into the under city" critchley grined walking to lightning "Lightning my good friend How the devile have you been..... where's your team and what have you to report?"
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Post by twerd on Oct 31, 2007 23:21:51 GMT -5
"the last time i checked friends didn't throw thier mates into an ambush what were thinking jon!" thundered lighting "My teams dead all of them and all you can is how are going, well i'm Sh!ted and here the report mutants MUTANTS for the empreors sack didn't you think of that and there hundreds jon hundreds"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2007 4:54:42 GMT -5
Arcangel caught the half empty backpack from Falcon and began listening in to the conversation. He saw Tank crews carrying ammunition crates to and from the newly set up command post. He saw one open and just so happened to be full of grenade launcher round and high explosive frags. He helped himself and shortly returned, hoping not to miss any of the fun.
'mutants' - he heard lighting exagerate...'hundreds'
"DAmn," Arcangel replied, " thats definitely not good"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 1, 2007 5:58:31 GMT -5
critchley was a little hurt by lightning's reaspons "Your team was a forward scout team you knew the risk's and if you flaming rember I did give you the option to back out of the mission. are you telling me you regreat accepting it now? I am deapley greazed for your loss they were good men all of them..... but do not hold the anger at me use it... focus it on the enemy.... Now my squads heading down there... care to join us or are you siting this one out?" critchley tone was harsh and dangerausley cailm
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 1, 2007 7:41:39 GMT -5
Azalar stood towards the back of the group, checking his newly found hotshot packs and Hellrifle packs. All seems to in working order he though now if critchely can get his act together, we might just pull through this, we have something they dont, a bloody acro-flagent
He heard lightning exagerating about the mutants and yelled out "Critchely, Might wanna see if these flyboys who just rolled up AFTER the fight have a Flamer or Two we can "Borrow" to use againts these mutants"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 1, 2007 7:52:50 GMT -5
"Nah we will be just fine using frags and hellguns...... Iam sure tho if you really want one they may have one you can pull off them even if they dont want to." I grin turning around at you "what do you think we should do now then?" I grin at azalar deciding to try and get him on my side
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 1, 2007 8:22:41 GMT -5
"Well, First things first, Lightning needs a full Debreif, Secondly, we need to set up a defensive primiter, Im sure out boys can do a good job scouting around and about. Thirdly, We need to restock and resupply, Legally" Azalar said looking at Arcangel "then, We may wanna see if we can get a few special weapons, incase of any mutant problems" Azalar finished with, still putting his Hellgun together after stripping it and cleaning it.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 1, 2007 9:09:55 GMT -5
"Okay firstley we have no time for a debrife... secoundley No need to worry about that there on officers they can handle the set up of the defensives and thirdley I agrre on the last part we doo need to rearm" critchley grind as the whearhouse erupted into a fier ball as the amuntion inside was cooked of by the frag granade "see every one had enough and find us some boltor mags if you can I had to use 1 inside"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 1, 2007 10:41:09 GMT -5
Azalar walked off, he was still in fight time, where everything seem slow.
He walked up to the Munitorium offical standing near a Trojan that was being unloaded
"You, I need to take a look at your wares, and take some, Commissariat bussiness" Azalar quipped.
The offical looked at him, and though his life was far more valuble than the items he was with "Feel free, Mr. Commissar Sir" He shakingly said.
Azalar rooted though, taking the items he needed, and a few others, like a Hand Flamer MI Havnt seen one of these in years he though taking an extra fuel tank for it aswell.
He then loaded it all up in 3 Transport crates, and had 6 Troopers take it over to the other members of his squad, before finding a Priest
"Father, why am I here? I mean, what is my purpose, apart from delivering the troops to the enemy zealously" He said to the Priest "Azalar, You are still young, you are yet to find your path, contiune along this one, and dont be an arse about it, Critchely needs your help, so do the others, be there for them, thats all you can do" The priest said, before walking off to bless someone or other.
damn priest thought Azalar
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Nov 1, 2007 13:24:29 GMT -5
Drang looked at the new trooper, shook his head and wandered off to find an effective anti-mutant weapon. A heavy flamer would be good.
'Aaaaaaargh' he snarled as he watched a Leman Russ tank commander back up and immobilise his tank on a concealed tank trap. 'Incompetent buffon!' he screamed , the misfortunate tankers taking one look at the enraged, blood-spattered, seven-foot psychopath bearing down on them and fled. The pain suppressents had worn off, and now he had a drug-induced headache like someone was trying to chisel a tunnel into his skull.
He leapt on top of the tank and peered in. Nobody in there. Well, he though, that should make life easier. Drang then stole several 75-round boxes of solid-shot and incediary stubber rounds, before dismantling the tanks heavy flamer sponson and jerry-rigging the fuel into several smaller 'coke can' flasks that he arranged on his hip. All kitted out for a pleasant little war, he thought as he spied a priest heading towards him.
'May the Emporer guide you, noble guardsman.' Drang had to admire the mans courage, in striding up to a gargantuan gore-drenched lunatic whose pupils were so dilated from drug after effects thet the rest of his eyes were barely visible.
'And you too father.' Drang relied with his wolverine's grin, and then slowly reached up to his face and pressed his index an middle finger to his cheekbone.
The priests reaction was spectacular to watch. The colour slowly drained from his rotund, jovial face, turning it to the sickly-pallid colour of some deep sea creature. His eyes widened in shock and horror, before he made a low whimper of fear and sprinted away from Drang as if the very hounds of hell were on his tail.
Drang chuckled as he felt the electro-tatoo fade back into his skin. The adrenal glands were moving again, and with this adrenaline came the familiar low current of energy as the less potent stimm glands kicked in.
Mutants, eh? He would enjoy this very much.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 1, 2007 14:15:00 GMT -5
Azalar watched Drang from afar, as he scared the priest whom he had just talked with
Strange Fellow, ill stick close to him, I may need his help if Critchely breaks and cries He thought, as Drang chuckled, and looked as if he was calming down
Azalar took a look at himself in a mirror he found a chimera
His 6 foot slim build resemebled his idol gaunt, but armed with his Bolt Pistol, MKI Hand Flamer, His Hellrifle and Powe-axe, he looked imposing.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Nov 1, 2007 15:40:37 GMT -5
Falcon slowly wayched as the tanks moved around to their postitions and wwalked off to the armoury. "I need a melta gun." He said to the attendant who didnt look like he was ever going to give it to him. "Or I will have my Commissariat freinds take matter into thier own hands." As falcon said those words the man began to shuffle back into the building and bring back a meltagun and full combat load of ammo. "I will also need grenades for a Grendae Launcher......lots of them". He also got a full back of ammo for arcangels grenade launcher. "Thanks" he said as he wlaked off to give 'arc his ammo.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 1, 2007 17:32:39 GMT -5
Sitting on the bank, Azalar watched as Falcon also talked to the munitorium offical, Obviously mention him, as the Offical glanced at Azalar on the bank
Thats right lads, no questions asked and no lies will be told in the service to the emperor Azalar though
He watched as 4 Conscripts struggled to remove a crate from the back of a Trojan and went over to help them
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 1, 2007 18:45:51 GMT -5
critchley walked over to where the entrance to the under ground was looking cautiousley as if at any mowment something may cme up and attack him as he rested his hand on the hilt of his concealed power sword the stench of curruption was very powerfull down there
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Nov 2, 2007 0:30:53 GMT -5
OOC POST:
Im away all weekend
So, If Rolling Thunder [since my character is gonna stick close to yours anyway] could roleplay me till tuesday when I get back, id be grateful
If not, Ill just magically reeapeare or something
Unless Lord, you wanna give Azalar a squad of stormies or something, and kick him off on his own little mission, and ill rp it all Tuesday =]
OOC POST ENDED
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Post by twerd on Nov 2, 2007 2:31:56 GMT -5
After a long puase and waiting for jon to do what he needed to do lighting decied to see if there was a physker around he had to be shore the headches wern't warp related. "option to back down " lighting thought. he walked over to jon after the others had left
"Jon i've served you for years now and you know no matter what the sitituons i follow orders if asked me to charge a mob of orks i would, so don't say it's my fault, and when do i ever back off? .... i think were dealing with somthing more than mutants the warps well it's different" with out a another word lighting left jon and regioned the lance corpral falcon and archangel.
"Falcon is it? well i'd suggest you don't carry that much ammo around unless you want a death wish becuase you're making yourself a nice target"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 2, 2007 6:48:05 GMT -5
Jon sighed "Lightnin what the hell do you mean it's not mutants?" critchley cornerd lightning wanting to make sure he could get as much as he could out of him before he left to see a psyker
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Post by Cadian 117 on Nov 2, 2007 7:17:06 GMT -5
"hehe Its not all mine. And I am dropping the autogun. Not enough ammo for it lying around." He pulls out his modified rail for his lasgun,and places iton screws it still and places his scope on top. "See?" "Hey ARC! I have you some spare ammo!" Falcon yells to arc.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Nov 2, 2007 9:37:05 GMT -5
Drang paused at the entrance and sniffed the air. There was the perculiar stench in the air, but not that of mutants. The concentration of ether-matter suggested entities far more exposed than a standard mutant. Renegade marines.
'On your guard, I smell marines down here!' he shouted.
Alazar looked at Drang with something approaching suprise for about a microsecond, before assuming an expression of cold confidence and readying his heelgun at the black emtyness before the squad. That must have been taught in the Schola Progenium or something, thought Drang.
'I'll cover you' whispered Alazar to Drang, as they descended into oblivion.....
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 2, 2007 10:50:54 GMT -5
"Drang azalar secure the entrance to the under ground but dont advance" (OKAY NO CUSTOM ENGAGMENTS OKAY THIS IS SIRIUSE I NEED TO LEAD THIS PART GOT IT SORRY FOR THE RANT BUT ITS IMPORTENT TO THE STORY PLZ ALL REPLY TO ME VIA A PM TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS)
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Nov 2, 2007 14:04:46 GMT -5
Alazar hand-signaled aquiesance, Drang being too focused on the tunnel at the front of him to acknowledge. The two slowly crept further forward into the tunnel, each silent step taking them further from any possible help and rescue. The air was was thick and hot as blood, suffocatingly empty as their ears strained painfully for the slightest hint of sound. But nothing stirred. As the light faded, Alazar switched out a pair of his passive amplification goggles, before softly tapping at Drangs shoulder and offering a pair. Drang shook his head in refusal, finally settling down where the cavernous tunnel forked, his heavy stubber being propped up by its bipod mount toward the larger while Alazar crouched and covered the other with his flamer.
What the hell is he playing at? thought Alazar, as he pulled the goggles over his eyes, experiencing a brief moment of being blinded by the sudden shock of the visual clarity. Much improved over the standard night-vision equipment of the imperial guard, he saw everythting he would have seen in daylight,but in an alien twilight monochrome, the same details he could have seen as if these were his own eyes.
He tapped Drang on the shoulder, hand outstretched to offer a silent-vox rebreather piece that would allow them to communicate in perfect silence. As the bear-like mercanery turned to accept the vox, Alazar saw why he had refused the goggles. Drangs pupils, previously hideously dilated already by stimm hangover, had expanded to the point where the rest of his eyes were now engulfed by a terrifying, inky black. Obviously between the mask and the goggles enough of his face was sufficently exposed for Drang to read his expression, for the man grinned like a daemon, rendered all the more disturbing by the inky blackness all around and where his eyes should have been . Drang accepted the mask and earpiece, fitted them with practiced ease and they began to talk......
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Post by Cadian 117 on Nov 2, 2007 15:40:44 GMT -5
"Orders sir?" Falcon said as he readied his lasgun. He switched a small button and the scope turned green;night vision. "Anything for the emperor eh?" Falcon said toward 'Arc and Lighting((Lightning or lighting? And I will not be here for some of the weekend so Critchley arc and twerd can decide who plays me just PM me and let me know who has decided)
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