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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 28, 2009 3:28:07 GMT -5
Drake nodded, barely able to keep himself from pitching forward into the blood and dust that was kicked up around him, chest heaving like a wounded grox, each ragged, gasping breath rattling out of his throat as if Death's cold grip caressed that bullish, unshaven neck.
"C'mon Saito...can't leave the enemy waiting, can we?" he murmurred, closing his eyes for a brief, calming moment as he sat back on his haunches, idly watching his men and the survivng Valhallans rally around the tanks.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2009 11:04:47 GMT -5
Ivan staggered back up to his feet, half concious, but alive none the less. He had lost alot of blood in the fight, and later on he might even think about wearing armor. It took him a moment to realise where he was, that he was surrounded by the dead and dieing on both sides. He felt so tired, thirsty too. With the help of one of the Valhallans he started his way over to the hab block that the med center was set up in. So far 'The Oiler' had lived up to his nick name, though last time he hadn't been injured so badly.
Seeing Vince, he smiled with a horrific bloody grin, managing at least enough strength for his humor. "Terra damned tanks took all the fun away, now we gotta find more of em to kill." He said as he passed Vince. After sitting down, Ivan pulled a canteen from his pack as an IV was started on him. He looked at the case of squigars, he smiled as he counted the remaining squigars.
Ten left. Today was a good day.
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 28, 2009 11:17:29 GMT -5
Lucian felt the round enter his shoulder, then the world slowed down, he saw Ivan slip a squigar into his mouth and grin with pyromanical glee, he saw Vince helping Drake up, He saw Sterben urging them all forwards, he saw Kellion, Kellion fighting with a savage fury and a smile on his face. Lucian dropped to his knees. His Las-carbine dropped to the floor, he didn't feel much pain. With almost perfect clarity from his kneeling position he drew his las-pistol and began to fire into the crowd, his shots tearing into a heretic advancing on him.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Sept 28, 2009 11:37:37 GMT -5
He was no longer Kellion, his fragile borders of sanity finally giving way to an animalistic frenzy that overcame his mind. This was why Coraz had been wise to keep him at a distance. Rippling, terrifying bursts of fire lit the street an incendiary orange. Now, Chaz was no longer laughing. All was black...nothing for a moment, the wraith could have sworn he was dead. When he woke, he wished he was.
Dark, crimson fluids seeped into the cobblestones, flabs of flesh hung out of the sergeants gut in a sickening manner. He still clutched his wraithbane. The monian was no longer laughing, but screaming. For the first time since the hell that was the arbites house, he saw her. A ghost white face, hidden in a veil of coal black hair but for one bloodshot eye gazed at him. She was in the white fatigues, black flak armour and grey camo cloak of the monian wraiths. Again her presence...conforted him, like a friend or loved one long gone. The savagery of his insanity was beaten back. He was the only one to notice her, she walked through the battle, her ghostly form passing through flesh and metal.
Once again, she was his savior, he had come to learn since the incident at the precinct where he first met delta that he would not die, as long as she was there. With that, scout sergeant Chaz Kellion passed into sleep.
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 28, 2009 12:12:09 GMT -5
Lucian's las-pistol ran dry, he whispered a prayer of thanks to the device's machine spirit and dropped it, he pulled out his last fire-arm a holdout stubber he kept for more delicate situations and began to fire, until he heard a loud clattering sound that sounded like tank treads moving over debris filled ground., however he couldn't place thier direction. His hearing was muffled due to both explosive concussion on his eardrums and his wounds.
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Post by CaptainHindenburg on Sept 28, 2009 15:54:23 GMT -5
Paul had long since charged into the fray firing of his auto pistol point blank at the traitors that surrounded him, their twisted and contorted faces exploding in the face of the Emperor's Mercy. He had fought methodically through the horde, carving a path of destruction with such a simple weapon as an auto pistol.
When the tanks arrived Paul knew that the battle was over, they had won. But at such a terrible price! As he fell back towards an advancing Leman Russ, he stepped over piles of dead Valhallans who had died in the face of the onslaught rather than retreat and live with their dishonor. In front of them lie waves of heretics, who had died in their mad quest to satiate the hunger of whatever dark god they followed.
A last glance backward showed him the scene of the battle, with most of the survivors rallying around the tanks or retreating towards the medicae center. That last glance was what may have saved Kellion's life. He spotted the sergeant lying at the top of a rise, even as blood leaked from a horrific wound in his stomach. He turned and sprinted towards him, the man had saved his life, now it was time to repay the favor.
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Sept 28, 2009 19:17:58 GMT -5
"No sir we can't." Saito worked quietly making sure that Drake's wounds were bandaged and stitched shut. "Sir, I suggest you report over to the causality collection point and get this all check out over there. You've lost a lot of blood and there is a good chance your wounds could get infected. Is that understood sir?"
Saito suddenly collapsed. Upon close examination there was a piece of tape slapped onto the front of his vest. Written on it was a time and the name of a powerful painkiller.
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 30, 2009 9:03:56 GMT -5
OOC: If i couldn't be a corporal then what are you doing being one, also how did you get inside the hive in a valkyrie, it's an enclosed space.
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Post by jazzadazza on Sept 30, 2009 9:21:00 GMT -5
OOC: I didnt know you couldnt be one ill change it. As for the valkyrie Id assume the roof would be what not damaged if not destroyed? and would there not be hatches for craft to enter it?
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 30, 2009 9:46:31 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmm i'm not too sure, we've had the issue that the roof isn't high enough to use artillery properly, so a valkyrie might no work, although there could be a hole in the roof that could rappel in through from an outside valk, but it's RT's decision.
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Post by jazzadazza on Sept 30, 2009 9:50:58 GMT -5
OOC: yeah we will wait for his decision
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 30, 2009 10:59:03 GMT -5
NO AIRCRAFT.
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 30, 2009 11:03:50 GMT -5
OOC: Not even a kite?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2009 12:35:17 GMT -5
OOC: imagines a random cultist flying a kite.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 30, 2009 14:36:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Sept 30, 2009 14:38:53 GMT -5
Sergeant Kellion blinked in and out of concienceness. He saw that woman...running towards him now. Not only was she watching over him-she was protecting him. His guardian wraith...
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 30, 2009 15:39:22 GMT -5
Lucian picked himself up, and his carbine, staggering he moved forward and advanced setting his face into a blank expression. He canted out a binary battle-cry and began to advance towards where Kellion had gone down.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 30, 2009 16:58:52 GMT -5
Jason saw Drake, beginning to stand now. As he walked by that patch of fire, he threw a laspack in, and fished his other one out. He wondered how many people knew laspacks could charge in a fire.
"Orders sir?" Jason asked the hulking man.
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Post by CaptainHindenburg on Sept 30, 2009 19:55:45 GMT -5
Paul stopped sprinting as he neared Kellion. He checked his pulse, sighing when he realized that the mans was only unconscious. Only knowing a little in the way of medical treatment, he could do nothing for the man. He turned to call for a medic when he noticed Lucian, moving towards him emitting some sort of noise which changed its pitch every once in a while. "What in the Emperor's name . . ." he muttered to himself. Ignoring Lucian he called out at the top of his lungs "Hey, we need a medic over here!"
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Post by jazzadazza on Oct 1, 2009 1:10:24 GMT -5
OOC: Ive deleted my previous posts and ill fix it up and re post it here. Ok here it is hope its ok.
IC: Guardsmen Leman Harding looked up,around him were seven other Elysians dressed and armed similar to the way he was. But that was it, he thought to him self they were not like him in any other way,they were new, never seen action. Him on the other hand had. The compartment of the Chimera was small. Several weeks ago he had helped clear an arbite station with a new unit called delta team however after clearing it he had been sent back to his unit for a new assignment. They were to be taken near what was thought to be a main supply route that the enemy was using after confirming this they were mine and booby trap the routes the chaos were using. '' 30 seconds to insertion'' said the driver over the comms. '' Copy that'' replied leman.
Leman stood up followed by the men around him. The chimera suddenly stopped and the back door went down. Immediately the first two were out, followed by the next two then the others then lastly Leman and the trooper beside him. Upon leaving the vehicle the team of elysians walked ford there guns trained on windows of the buildings that surrounded them. It was quiet to quiet.....Suddenly from the right side of the street 30 cultist appeared at a ruined buildings windows and opened fire. Immediately to of the elysians were cut down. Leman and the rest of his squad returned fire dropping three or four cultist before running into a building on the other side of the street. The elysians took up firing positions and started to fire back at the cultists.
After about ten minutes of counties firing Leman was the last one left they had killed thirty or so cultist but the enemy had been reinforced by other cultist units. ''This is Zulu 11, I need immediate evac are there any imperial units in the area, I repeat are there any imperial units in the area''
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 1, 2009 2:47:17 GMT -5
OOC: Binary doesn't sound like numbers when spoken it's more a screech that changes in pitch, like an old modem.
Lucian stopped canting and moved to where Paul and Kellion were, "What do you need me to do, don't worry if you fail, the Mechanicum can rebuild him, make him stronger, make him better."
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Post by CaptainHindenburg on Oct 1, 2009 15:56:47 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I thought you that you meant that he was saying the actual numbers (i.e. 01100001). I'll edit my post.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Oct 1, 2009 16:46:38 GMT -5
Damn, what happened?
Julian found himself lying nose down in the gravel, dead cultist all around him. That wasn't so surprising, considering he'd been in the middle of it. He got up and looked around, he could see the limping lieutenant. He started running towards him.
''You all right sir?''
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 5, 2009 16:30:24 GMT -5
Lucian gutted a heretic the floor slick with the creatures bloody was treacherous and Lucian slipped onto his back, suddenly feeling exhausted Lucian barely felt the bayonette enter his stomach, he fired his carbine once blowing the creature's face clean off and then closed his eyes, he just needed a short rest.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 11, 2009 11:29:22 GMT -5
"A'right lads" said Drake, his voice somehow carrying over the thunderous roar of the Leman Russes. "Rally up, and mount up. Command is turning this into a full-scale counterattack, and we're going to help out. Kerion, liase with the Armour and tell them we'll be ready to support in ten minutes. Nikolai, we're taking your chimeras. You can come along if you want-"
"Of course I'm damn well coming along, you idiot" muttered the Valhallan lieutenant. "You think I'm leaving perfectly good chimeras unsupervised with your band of cutthroats?"
"Yeah. Delta....rally round, and get ready to move!"
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