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Post by Melissia on Jul 25, 2009 0:23:31 GMT -5
"Hey, hands off bucko. Ain't gonna let some city schmuck touch this here prize meat until it's unpacked and you've paid your dues." A quick glare sent the underhiver backing away, and then he looked to his friends, who nodded, before pulling his autopistol out.
"Shutup redneck trash! This is OUR shipme--" He couldn't finish that sentence, as his throat and spine exploded out the back fo his neck in a blast taht nearly decapitated the young ganger. Looking to the girl that they had attempted to accost, the gangers backed up, temporarilly shocked by the fact that she was the one wielding the biggest gun out of all of them, the magnum revolver which had killed their friend, and it was obvious that she knew how to use it. Holding it in her left hand as if it were a feather instead of a massive pistol, it was obvious she had some augmetics to assist her use of it as well. Another two bangs and another two-- two with the initiative to draw their own autopistols-- went down, sending the others scurrying liike rats.
"Cowards! Flee like the slumrats you are!"
But then, in situations like these, it's rare that one isolated incident will remain isolated. A ganger who saw what happened growled, yelling out into the silence: "The fraking hicks are insane if they think we'll take that lying down!" And charged with his shotgun in hand, and soon a whole riot had broken down. Very quickly the doors to the hive were blockaded by PDF and Arbites, as they attempted to get the situation under control, trapping all the ranchers, the bandits who soon revealed themselves, the hivers, underhivers, and the gangers, all in one volatile soup of riotous violence.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 25, 2009 0:49:54 GMT -5
Praetor Riot Officer Morgan Ackland grinned as he smashed his truncheon down on the head of an Underhiver who came at him with a pipe. This was fun. A stone bounced of his helmet, and he turned to great his new attacker. The man lunged forward, a knife in his hand. Ackland side stepped the man, bringing his truncheon down on the rancher's arm hard enough to fracture it, causing him to drop the knife. Morgan then whacked the man on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious, but not hard enough to fracture his skull. The Sergeant had been very clear on that point; lethal force was not authorized.
As he raised his club to strike another miscreant, Ackland felt someone yank it from his hand. Turning, he confronted a brute of a Ganger who was holding what was technically a knife, but looked more like a short sword. The man lunged and Ackland tried to swing out of the way. He almost succeeded, but felt the tip of the knife bite into his shoulder, punching through the mesh vest he wore with disturbing ease.
Frak the Sarge, this b*stard is trying to kill me
Turning slightly so his hand was hidden from the Ganger's view, Ackland pulled his switchblade out of his pocket, and flipped the blade out. The ganger, apparently thinking Ackland would be an easy kill, lunged forward again. Ackland knocked the man's sword arm upward, pulled in close, and swiftly brought the knife across the man's throat. A spray of blood misted the air, leaving a splash across Ackland's cheek. He quickly kneed the man in the crotch, then kicked him onto his back.
Ackland considered the ganger for a moment as the dying man writhed on the ground, clutching his throat. Then Ackland smirked, scooped up his club, and waded back into the melee, leaving the ganger to bleed to death.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 25, 2009 2:35:15 GMT -5
In the usual swagger with which Threepwood performed most tasks, he walked out the old, rotten hab door, grinning as he went.
This was a good day. One unlucky sod was 500 credits short and another joygirl called Veskra was 50 better. All that without spilling a drop of blood or having to crawl an inch. Sometimes, all you had to do was say the right thing or name the right bid. He was, however, no stranger to killing.
Almost lovingly, Vanash stroked Haragnai. A year ago he met this guy, former guard, apparently he'd managed to scavenge this old warblade from some feral world about a sector away. Beautifully carved, encrusted with runes that seemed to hint at some sort of hidden power. To Vanash Threepwood it was all just fairy stories. The reason it was a good weapon was that it was easy to hide, same size of a shortblade, swift, always sharp, it always seemed to find its prey.
The world turned to hell as soon as he pushed to exterior door. Only his hiver instincts allowed him to avoid a shard of glass hurled at him seemingly at random.
But Vanash wasn't one of the most notorious tricksters on Uriahs Bane for nothing.
Quickly spotting the small alleyway, he made a bolt for it. Most figures would have had enormous trouble making it but Vanash was naturally lean and lanky. He excelled in making a quick escape through the most unexpected spaces.
Hive city air smelt bad at the best of times but the multiplied volume of body odors, chemicals and emperor only knows what had contributed considerably.
Exiting the alley, he made his way through a large drainage river. Two clerks, both cowering in fright stood up ahead, one held a 9mm autopistol.
They were rather startled to fight a figure leaping past them, his jacket trailing behind him. He then discovered that the gun had left his hand.
He left the angered shouts behind him. The man felt no remorse, somewhere along the line, someone lost out. There was no such thing as an action that benefited everyone.
As Vanash made his way down the sewer tunnel, two burly men stood before him. One armed with a lead pipe and the other knuckle dusters.
Haragnai was already in his hand and it was now scanning for weak points. On idiots like these, it was not hard.
The larger of them was already on the floor, dead before he hit the rockrete, clutching his throat and blood quickly departing his veins. A loud crack later that resounded through the tunnel and the other had a large chunk of his face gone. Lost to a high caliber solid round.
He was pleased to breathe open air again. Bright and glittering, the plaza was quiet, lighter signs of rioting was evident but it seemed to have spread to the next area. Threepwood took this opportunity to catch his breath.
He was not used to behind caught.
His world was quickly set awash with searchlights. Silhouetted figures surround him, brandishing shields and guns. Large APC's swerved in through side-streets, eager to pounce on their quarry.
How could he have been so bloody stupid?!!!
One of them, stumpy but stout, marched forward to address him in military fashion.
“You never cease to amaze me Threep. You know, the trouble I go through.” Arbites Lieutenant Jazank gave an amused laugh as the two faced each other. It was only when they were closer to each other that the height difference became more apparent.
“Needn't bother Jaz. You of all people should know how little effort it takes to get away from you.” Threepwood had the autopistol up in a flash, pointing squarely at Jaz's face.
“Ha! Do you think it should really end like THIS?!” He laughed again. “It was just getting interesting. You know how long I've hunted you, spent hours pouring over reports of your adventures. I dream of this...”
“Just cut it you son of a sleeper!”
“What? No speech, Vanash's last stand?” He questioned, that overly done grin still etched onto his face.
“You'd like that. Wouldn't you?” He replied, the pistol still firm in his grip.
“90 against 1 Threep. You could probably drop me, then a couple of my men before being cut down yourself. Do you really want to take the chance?”
Little did the arbites know that his occupation depended on him taking chances like this...
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 25, 2009 10:44:15 GMT -5
Qachechta planted his fist in the nose belonging to a ganger, or at least he thought so. A Arbiter came rushing by with a shotgun, Qachechta felled him and snapped the shotgun from the unconscious man. As he rose, a man lunged at him only to have a slug go through his chest, it left a hole the size of his fist.
''Damn gangers! Get outta my way!'' He shouted as he rushed a group of them, one dropped immediately as Qachechta shoulder slammed into him. Another one got his face torn to shreds by a million pellets. The third went down as the shotguns stock met his face.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 25, 2009 23:25:26 GMT -5
Oh sh*t.
That seemed to be running through his A body, two, now three, four....Emperor dammit, a number of bodies were falling around him.
And right now, he was trying his best to survive in the middle of an Emperor-forsaken riot.
Seriously, who was dumb enough to start a riot in a hive? There were much more smarter, cleaner, and much less painful ways to go out....
Rosh's mood brightened as he saw the Arbites.
Finally, he thought, the Arbites come to calm everyone-
Suddenly, he saw one of them slice a ganger, who promptly fell in a spray of blood.
-Or maybe not...he thought back to himself.
With small, quick motions, Rosh moved from small hiding place to hiding place, careful to avoid the attention of any adversaries....
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Post by Melissia on Jul 25, 2009 23:47:22 GMT -5
Slowly, inexorably, the PDF began to attempt to round up any suspicious and violent members of this riot-- which inevitably ended up being a large number of people. But the PDF themselves began to take casualties as some of the bandits and gangers began to team up and attempt to fight back, attempting to fight their way out of the barricade and out of the hive.
Meanwhile, at her family's convoy, the girl vaulted over into the back of her truck, and ducked behind the armor plates, beginning to reload her revolver. "Damn pa... they're shootin' like orks, but there's way too many of the city-slickers. I need a bigger gun..." Both the daughter and father ducked their heads reflexively as a ganger finished setting up his heavy stubber and began to fire at the PDF, causing them to dive for cover and ripping several of them to shreds in the open, as battle lines began to form-- with most of the citizens caught in the middle, and neither side seemed to care!
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 26, 2009 0:03:38 GMT -5
"Oh, Sh*t, DOWN!" Ackland shoved Praetor Hollard to the ground as the Stubber opened up. His actions were rewarded by a Stubber round that glanced off his helmet, sending him over backward, helmet flying. Rolling over on his stomach, he yelled into his commbead. 'Somebody get a damn Flashbang on that Stubber nest!"
His shout attracted the Stubber crew's attention, and several rounds splashed into the cement around him. "Damnit!" Hunched behind a car, Ackland drew his pistol, and began to return fire. At that range, he knew he wasn't going to kill the gunner, but he did manage to hit one of the gangers next to him in the stomach, causing blood to well up on the man's lips as he slumped forward.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 26, 2009 8:19:56 GMT -5
Aw come on, thought Rosh to himself, could my day get any worse at all?
First, he was in the middle of a riot. Oh sure, those were relatively easy to sneak through. Now, he's in the middle of a battle between Arbites and PDF, against everyone else!
What's next!? Him, being conscripted into the Guard?
Rosh gave up trying to stay hidden, and now focused on staying alive. As soon as the stubber opened up on some poor Arbites, he ran straight for the most solid piece of cover he could find.
A nice, giant, wall.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 26, 2009 10:55:07 GMT -5
''Damn!'' Qachechta threw himself behind a burnt out APC, the stubber rounds made sparks fly as the gunner swept his position with a hail of bullets.
Now what hell am I supposed to do?
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 26, 2009 12:17:44 GMT -5
Rosh was rather, no, very tempted to try to take out the stubber by himself. The one thing stopping him was the Arbites.....
What if they stormed it just as he took out the gunner?
Damn. He hated situations like this.
Rosh slowly patted his hidden knife, reassuring himself with its presence.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 26, 2009 22:31:36 GMT -5
Ackland cursed as the stubber sprayed the crowd again. In the few seconds it had taken him to reload his pistol, the crew's attention had wandered. Glancing around, he noticed an autogun lying on the cement next to a fallen rancher.
Hmm
He waited until the gun was busy shooting at someone on the far side of the crowd, then lunged out and grabbed the Autogun. Scooping it up, he then dived back into cover as a handful of bullets from the gangers around the gun took pot shots at him.
Crouching behind the car, Ackland checked the clip.
Full. Good
Tucking the stock against his shoulder, Ackland counted under his breath. "One, two, THREE" He popped up from behind the car, shouted "Hey *ssholes, over here!" and let loose a short burst into the gangers clustered around the gun. Two of them fell, one of whom was the gun's loader. Ackland didn't have time to see if the men were dead or merely wounded, as he was forced to press himself flat as the Stubber tried to turn him into swiss cheese.
Croucing low, he let out a bust of blind fire over the hood of the car.
"Will someone please shoot that b*stard while he's distracted?!" he shouted.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 26, 2009 22:42:56 GMT -5
Rosh waved at the Arbite, careful not to make his hand a target?
"Oi! I'll sneak behind if you can keep him shooting at you! Or...Some one else!"
He couldn't believe it. Here he was trying to work with the Arbites....
Damn, do things change...
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 26, 2009 23:28:31 GMT -5
"To hell with sneaking behind him, just shoot him!"
Ackland fired off another blind salvo at the stubber crew. He had no idea if he was hitting anything, buut he was damn sure that he was keeping it occupied.
He was also damn sure that he was going to run out of ammo soon, but that was okay, he reasoned, since he would probably be killed before then.
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Post by Melissia on Jul 27, 2009 0:21:06 GMT -5
Another huge bang was heard, and the heavy stubber noise was stopped still for a moment. The PDF sections surged forward, firing without discretion at anyone who wasn't laying on the floor-- even those without weapons-- with the Arbites being little better. Before the Gangers managed to re-man the stubber, the war was over... and in its place was an insane melee.
"Ma'am, you're under arrest. Come with me." "Okay officer... shiiit, I was just defendin' myself, so I ain't got nothin' ta worry about... watch after the trucks 'n' meat, pa." Holstering her gun, she let herself be herded in with the others that were being taken in for questioning.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 27, 2009 0:47:52 GMT -5
Ackland got to his feet as the PDF moved in, dropping the now empty autogun to the pavement. As he was looking around, trying to figure out where the shot that had killed the gunner came from, a thin trickle of blood ran down into his eye.
"Well, sh*t" he grumbled, touching a hand to his forehead. A round from the stubber had grazed him just below the hairline.
"Trooper Ackland?" Turning, Ackland saw his Sargent. The man did not look happy. "A word, if you please?"
Well, this day just got worse some how Ackland thought as he trudged over.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 27, 2009 6:02:13 GMT -5
''You're under arrest for taking, and using a arbite weapon, come with me sir.''
''Oh c'mon! Those bastards tried to kill me!''
''I do not care! You took a weapon belonging to the arbites! Now come with me.''
''Ok, ok calm down, take your medications, jeez''
Qachechta was led to the others who was being brought in.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 27, 2009 6:35:26 GMT -5
That pinpoint chance came as Threepwood had been counting on. Sounds of mass shouting and shattering glass could be heard. Figures, silhouetted against the arbites spotlights were bombarding the officers with Molotov cocktails. Fires were now spreading through the surrounding streets.
As Jazank spun round on his heel, Vanash took his chance and his fist went driving into the back of his neck. A bloody patch formed in his head and he dropped, out cold. Threepwood wasted no time in ditching the scene as the arbites battled their unknown attackers.
He had to get lost, it would not be long until they had his scent again.
It was an ambitious plan but it was the only way to get out of the open. He'd have to try and plunge back into the riot.
The burning building creaked and crumbled in agony as Vanash moved back through, the noises of firearm discharge, bodies impacting on bodies and screams became ever louder to him.
Threepwood was immediately merged with the warring mass of swirling and tumbling forms. Projectiles of all kinds soared through the air above him. Blood got in his eyes as a man to his right was caught in the eye with a large shard of glass. The lean man dodged a well aimed punch, and drew Haragnai. Looks like he could no longer afford the subtleties.
Warm, dark crimson coated Vanash's hand as the warblade left his gut. He kicked over the body as he continued through the riot. Several people fell foul of the keen weapon before the trickster was caught with a side blow to his head. He felt dizzy, his suddenly distorted view of his environment inducing a sense of nauseous sickness and in-balance.
Despite this, he simply stumbled out into the street, where there were several arbites bodies lying opposite to...guard...PDF? All in front of some sort of gun emplacement. What the hell?
Still only half conscious, Vanash found himself rugby tackled to the slabs, a thick mass of body armour and flesh pinning him to the ground. Looks like they had finally got him.
“Under section 44-56 of the laws set down by his holiness the god emperor...i am apprehending you on 30 suspected charges of theft, 20 suspected cases of murder, 50 charges of forgery...um?”
“Hey looks like the captains gonna have a ball with this one mate!”
All Vanash saw before blacking out was his limp form surrounded by arbites officers as they cuffed him and lifted him into the back of the APC...
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 27, 2009 14:28:47 GMT -5
"You there! You are under arrest!"
Rosh sighed. The one day someone noticed him, just had to be today.
"So, officer, where do I go?"
The officer seemed taken aback, almost surprised that this man was giving himself in.
"Um....Officer? If I'm under arrest....Don't I have to go somewhere?"
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Post by The Envoy (AWOL) on Jul 27, 2009 22:53:17 GMT -5
"Hey come on man! I had nothing to do with this riot!" said Branden to the Arbite, before getting smashed in the gut by a fist.
The wind knocked out of him, he continued to argue, "Seriously! I just stumbled up here! What the..." his words are cut off by another hit, this one across his jaw. Spitting some blood from his mouth, he looked back up at the Arbite, "You're an ass you fracking know that?" he asked, spitting another gobbet of blood, "An overzealous, fracking ass!"
With that, he was splayed out on the ground by another hit. The world around him grew fuzzy, and then erupted in pain as the Arbite struck him again, this time with his stun club. And like that, it all went black.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 28, 2009 13:18:14 GMT -5
Groggy, sweaty. His head ached, his stomoch churned, all the sensations of a body broken and battered. It had taken so long, he'd evaded all theit traps, ploys and weapons. Brought down by a stray, flying bucket.
He looked into the eyes of his enemy.
"Now, heres your last stand..." Rasping laughter filled the confides of the cell. Vanash could only give him a contemptuous look and spit blood at his feet. The mans mouth was dry, his throat parched and his flesh around his head bruised.
"I'm gonna make sure you can never give me that cocksure smile ever again."
Jazank fired up the tazer stick.
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Post by Melissia on Jul 28, 2009 17:57:40 GMT -5
Everyone eventually found themselves standing in a single group, along with about fourty other individuals, in the middle of an Imperial Guard barracks facility inside the hive, and on any of hteir sides the Guardsmen were watching, lasguns out as if to reinforce the point that they needed to stay where they are, or else.
A fat, pale man who looked like he had too much amasec that evening stepped on the stage, and began to deliver a speech. "Well, you see, normally we'd just execute the lot of you publicly to try and reinforce the notion that this place is under martial law--" This is the first any of them had heard of it though, apparently someone forgot to tell the population. "-- but someone suggested a far better solution to the problem, and our governor was pleased with the suggestion. Instead of being simply killed, you will be conscripted into the Guard and be given a chance to redeem yourself. If you survive, you may come back to your civilian lives after one decade of service as a conscript. Heh, I can see it in your eyes.. some of you would rather be executed than become a conscript. But oh no, you're going to do it, or something far worse is going to happen to you. The one whom suggested this method of punishment is a member of the Emperor's Holy Inquisition, and I think you all know what THAT means. So take a moment ot get used to the idea. In five minutes, you're going to be on your way to boot camp."
The man let out an ignoble guffaw of laughter, as he stepped away and waved the group off.
"Shiiiiiiit.... I heard that hackin' off the Inquisition's worse than pissin' on an Ork who ain't quite dead yet. I ain't gonna test my luck, no sirree..."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 28, 2009 18:10:39 GMT -5
Ackland was standing at the edge of the group, standing at parade rest. He knew the score already. He wasn't happy about it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He also knew that while Boot Camp would not be pleasant, he had been through Praetor training, which wasn't exactly fun in and of itself.
Eying the Guardsmen around them, he thought Well, I hope I at least get an Autogun instead of one of those damn laser pointers.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 28, 2009 19:51:01 GMT -5
I hope they give me one of those sweet looking laser guns, thought Rosh. They looked pretty nice.....
Conscripted?
Staying true to character, Rosh looked to the bright side.
Well, at least they'll feed me...
But he wanted a lasgun. He wanted it bad. Rosh fancied himself a pretty good shot, so maybe if he showed the Guard people some skills, he could get one of those shiny badges they handed out to people.....
He knew Guard training was rather unpleasant, but he figured he'd live. Afterall, you did have to be pretty fit to survive on the streets.
Think positive Rosh. Maybe this unit'll get some nice quiet assignment out in the middle of nowhere...
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 29, 2009 2:48:10 GMT -5
"C'mon you bastard!!! Why not just finish me off why don't ya!!!"
He felt to white hot sting of the baton once more, his face was now spotted with electricity burns.
"I wish i could do that Threep. But I've got something far better for you. It's not everyday an inquisitor stops by the station..."
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Vanash soon found himself with many questions in his mind, the foremost being "How did i end up with these misfits?".
A praetor, an outlander, and a guy who just seemed TOO normal to be here. It was a very abstract experience. The ultimate trickster on the planet, and the PDF had no idea, but considering his infamous reputation, Threepwood doubted it would be a permanent state of affairs.
For once in his life, looks like it was time to stand and be counted...
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 30, 2009 12:34:56 GMT -5
Well, it can't be worse then the underhive can it? hey maybe i even get a heavy bpolter or a autocannon or something! That'd been cool.
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