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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 11, 2009 11:47:43 GMT -5
Lucian picked himself up, he grabbed his carbine and moved to the Lieutenant.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 12, 2009 14:11:55 GMT -5
Vince finished beating the cultist to a bloody pulp like substance. He picked up a discarded shotgun as well,he was tired of melee and didnt feel like having to go through the process of getting his stubber ready. He picked up 20 extra shells from the body who was holding the shotgun,and loaded a dozen in. He then walked over to the Lt. "Im here sir"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 12, 2009 14:41:20 GMT -5
Chaz gasped, his eyes were wide with shock and soulless. Through double vision he glimpsed Paul over him. The monian sergeant clawed at the man, his animalistic insanity possessing him. Frothing at the mouth he momentarilly forgot his agonising pain, his nails struggled to get at Pauls face.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 12, 2009 15:19:17 GMT -5
"Thats right Delta, Lets rock!" The door of the chimera slammed down onto the concrete, and the lights changed from green to red.
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 12, 2009 15:47:36 GMT -5
Lucian saw Kellion and paul struggling out of the corner of his eye. He ran over, "what in the name of the emperor Kellion!"
Lucian tried to pull the men apart, "Someone, Kellion has lost it!"
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 12, 2009 16:11:38 GMT -5
Vince turned and saw Paul,Kellion,and Lucian tearing each other apart. Children, He muttered under his breath. He walked over and picked Lucian up by the throat and threw him into some rubble 4 meters away. He then used his enhanced augment and tore Chaz out of Paul and threw him down to the ground hard. After giving both Paul and Chaz a decently hard kick to the side which made both of them gasp for air,he voxed for Sterban the Drake. "Drake,Commissar,Luc Paul and Chaz have just attempted murder on each other. Ive broken them up and keeping them mildly restrained,but it would mean more if one of you came down here and kicked all their arses for me."
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 12, 2009 16:15:02 GMT -5
"you frakking idiot i was trying to seperate them, why do you think i shouted a warning. Also if you strike me again i will kill you." Lucian spoke as he drew himself up to his full height.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 12, 2009 16:38:25 GMT -5
"Seperate now, gentlemen" snarled Lieutenant Drake. Blood-spattered, beaten and exhausted, he still possessed that fiery gleam in his eye that made the two step apart, as he advanced on Kellion, men parting before him like the heavens before Sanginius. He strode to Kellion, and with a sharp, vicious kick, threw the man off Paul, temporarily disabling him as shock overrode whatever else raged in his brain.
"Sergeant Kellion" he said, sneering the rank with undisguised contempt. "I trust we are well?"
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 12, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -5
Vince laughed at Lucians threat and shrugged. "I didnt hear you,but honostly,i dont 'frakking' care. And by the rough behavior mr Chaz here was showing,your lucky i didnt fire into you guys. But it looks like you had the situation under control here i guess,whatever." Vince shrugged again and let Chaz go carefully in a way that involved kicking him again. He walked away to the Chimera's feeling sort of bad for misunderstanding Lucians intentions,but he didnt really care at the moment,he was tired and wouldnt mind killing those fething idiots right now.
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 12, 2009 16:48:41 GMT -5
Lucian balled his fists, but took a deep breath, i must he reminded himself remember i am working with inferiors, and Lucian silently cursed himself for forming attachments if he was in his unit he would have shot the malfunctioning unit...soldier he internally corrected himself. Lucian walked to a Chimera and opened a power port and began to recharge some of his augments and his las-packs.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Oct 12, 2009 17:05:05 GMT -5
The Commissar staggers back toward the group, blood splattered, haggard, smelling of death and butchery. His hollow eye was vague and distant while his optical implant burned like a hot ember, bright and precise. He carried his sword and pistol in arms limp with fatigue and his drawn face lacked any sort of expression. Sterben stopped at Drake's side reached under his coat to holster his laspistol at his back then set his weary hand on the grip of his boltpistol located in its own over sized holster at his hip. "Problems?" he inquires in a dead voice, his fingers tightening in his leather gloves as his vision focused on Kellion.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 12, 2009 17:47:07 GMT -5
"It seems Sergeant Kellion is unwell. I'm not sure if it's merely combat psychosis, something darker, or possibly just adrenaline withdrawal. Endrax! Where the frak is Endrax!? Pay a man to be a medic and he sits around nursing sick puppies and conscripts with a split toenail..."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 12, 2009 19:54:24 GMT -5
"What the hell is going on Kellion?" Jason asked sternly. He reached out a hand to his fellow sergeant laying on the ground.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 0:06:38 GMT -5
Like a wave, that crashes on the biting teeth of the shoreline, it destroys and crashes. Then, it is gone and fizzles out, leaving the ever present threat of its return. Chaz's insane mind was like such a wave, his stomach wound was still hurting like a falker but he was stemming the bleeding. His black eyes washed themselves back to the white and dark blue. Sergeant Kellion took a few deep, agonised breaths. His head lolled back and in a quiet, far-away tone he said- "Falker! What the hell did I do last night?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 13, 2009 4:25:52 GMT -5
"Hmm. Quite. ENDRAX!!!" bellowed Drake, idly leaving his shotgun under his arm so it still pointed at Kellion. "Damn it, there's no time for this!"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 9:53:05 GMT -5
"What the hell are you doing sir? Last time I checked we were on the same side. Ah falk! It feels like I went ten falking rounds with an ork!"
He suddenly noticed his welling stomach wound again, and began to bite his lip, sitting there in a pool of his own blood. "Dammit! When the hell did I have a falking great hole in my gut?!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 13, 2009 15:18:24 GMT -5
"Men, watch him. MEDIC! Throne damn it, one of you stabilise him, I need another sergeant! Damnit!"
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 13, 2009 15:30:46 GMT -5
Lucian heard the commotion and looked over. "poor bastard" He muttered as he pulled open the casing of his carbine and began to tweak its power coupling.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 15:40:47 GMT -5
Through gritted teeth the scout sergeant smiled jokingly. "Ha...if you...ah! If you...replace me...yoiu'll, regret it lieutenant..." Chaz laughed, specks of blood came from his mouth. "Damn, I can't remember a falking thing from...uhAH!, From when we started fighting."
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 16:18:39 GMT -5
Julian came sprinting as fast as he'd ever sprinted his life, hell he sprinted faster then that time that grox chased him. ''Sorry sir!''
He ripped the cap of a syringe with his theath and stuck it in Chaz arm. ''C'mon Chaz stay with me!'' He applyed a cleaning chemical and started putting bandage on the wound. He then proceeded to attach a tube to one of his main artier's and hooked it up to a bag of blood plasma. ''Here, hold this.'' he said as he gave it to Lucian. ''Somebody fetch a evac chimera!'' He applied some more pain killers and told Vince to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. He then stood up to face the lieutenant.
''Chaz is no condition to fight whatsoever, and he needs advanced maedica help. To bad a wound for me to fix up out here. And he's lost a lot of blood sir.''
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 16:26:47 GMT -5
Vince simply nodded and gave a smile,coming over and holding Chaz's wound that he had probably worsened with that kick. He held it loosly with his left hand so as not to break anything,but held firmly with his right. "Drake,you decommision Kellion here,dont replace him. Far as i can see,the officers arent doing anything but lookin out for themselves or attempting murder on their troops as finely demonstrated here. You keep command to yourself and Sterban,and things'll be a feth of a lot better." He looked at Chaz one more time. "sonuvabitch,cant even hold a simple line without having a break down and killing the wrong person..." He whispered under his breath.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 17:15:49 GMT -5
His boltpistol was now aimed at Vince, his expression still blank and lifeless. The Commissar turned his head slowly and glared at Guardsman Ponce. "Keep your opinion of our situation to yourself if you value your life. The lieutenant did not ask for it. You seem to think you're running the show, well you're not. It would be in your best interest to learn your place, and stop sticking your nose in where it does not belong."
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 13, 2009 17:26:06 GMT -5
Lucian calmly walked over to the confrontation. He thought all this pointless bickering was childish, if Kellion had served in Lucian's unit he would have been sent off for a mind wipe and retasked as a combat servitor. It amused him how the Guard would waste spare parts and resources like this by leaving them in damaged units. Lucian was badly damaged from the fight his augmetics showing clearing with his left hand and right side of his face clearly showing metal, also his voice synethiser was damaged meaning his ability to mimic an organic voices was compromised. "If i might interject, A Chimera is large enough to work on a wounded man and still keep our place in the advance, holding up an advance for one individual seems to be highly inefficient and fruitless."
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 13, 2009 17:28:03 GMT -5
Vince's smile dissapeared as the Commissar pointed him out. "Im just saying Commissar,dont mind me. I know im not running this,A general way up there is running it with the emperor's guidance im sure. But my place right now is helping the doc patch up the wound of an almost-murderer....i dont feel safe with him in any sort of command, i know you understand that." Vince said cautiously. His eyes kept a look of sterness,but his vioce was that of submit. Vince would kill many of the Delta members without pause if he had too,but he had upmost respect for Sterben,and was starting to admire Drake more and more as the mission went on. He was well aware of the boltpistol aimed at him,and would be ready to fight back if neccesary, but he prayed he wouldnt have to confront the Commissar.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 13, 2009 17:46:56 GMT -5
"Emperor damn you all for a band of Penal Legionaires, because that's what we'll all be when this farce is over" muttered Drake. "Vince, silent. Commissar, pray stand down, or at least use your laspistol. The spatter from a bolt round would risk contaminating Kellion's wound" he muttered, kneeling beside the fallen sergeant and looking him clean in the eye.
"Kellion. Kellion, look at me, damnit. Yes, at me, not at Sterben on whoever that is. Me. Lieutenant Drake. Good" he whispered, voice low but clear as ice. "Now, tell me the damn truth. You remember nothing since the battle?"
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