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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 7, 2009 13:58:29 GMT -5
Huh... it is a nice coat. Wait, ymmot has access to the webway?! OOC: RT is such a powerful mod, that he can edit the sign at the city limit of Commoragh that gives a population count.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2009 14:03:14 GMT -5
"Well, his mother is Lelith Hesperax...." said Thunder. "Charming woman. Tried to rip out my throat when we met under the twist'ed moonlight, danced through the streets and darkling passages in silver-set steel flash....ah."
"Anyway, so I gave her a good thrashing, burnt a bit of her city to the ground and ambled out. No idea you would be here, Requiem. How's the cloning going?"
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 14:07:51 GMT -5
Adopted thank you very much!
not a bad parent actually, taught me how to skin a man alive barely before I could walk.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2009 14:09:07 GMT -5
"Curses!" snarled RT. "Mercenaries...GET THAT ROCKETMAN!!!!"
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 14:26:19 GMT -5
*calls in a few favors and sends Dark Eldar Warriors fleeting through the portal after RT and Requiem.* take that!
hmm...I wonder how John Galt is holding up in the basement... haven't seen much movement down there for awhile... I hope something hasn't eaten him, at least not before I've had a chance to watch.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2009 14:36:33 GMT -5
"Kasson, direct reinforcements towards enemy Xenos. Markan, secure the perimeter - this heretic clearly has more tricks yet to spring. Emir - close that portal! Drang-"
"Yes" snarled the great Mercenary, his massive frame hunched into a predatory crouch, the insane madness gleaming in his eyes.
"Charge!" cried Rolling Thunder, as Moddissar and Mercenary charged the Rocketman.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 7, 2009 14:41:30 GMT -5
* "Balls, this is getting crazy," I thought. Envoy and myself are stranded halfway around the galaxy on some nameless planet, the squirrel cannon is in Earth orbit lancing the Imperial Palace with Galt trying to sabotage it, RT and ymmot have managed to get to this nameless dirtball via webway... Although that might have something to do with the inability of our vessels to use FTL.*
*The perimeter of pantsnaughts and Envoy's panda patrol make short work of the silly Dark Eldar.*
Never mind the bollocks up here, let's get down to the catacombs, and destroy it all, and hopefully that'll fix the ships' problem. It should also ruin whatever ymmot was trying to do here.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 14:51:08 GMT -5
Zoinks, best leg it!
*flies back to his attack cruiser with haste only his orphan fueled rocket pack can provide, luckily one of his autonomous crusiers just happened to be patrolling this portion of the galaxy and had honed in on his signal the moment he arrived.*
Full scale bombardment on the enemy position, turn the surface of this world to polished glass!
Hurry up, damn souless machines, don't you have any sense of urgancy!?
*once aboard the bridge he knocks a spindly limbed robot away from the firing control console and strokes a few keys with nimble fingers.*
Bombing lances primed... electro arc reactor at full power.
*begins to rain hot laser death down upon his foes.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2009 14:53:32 GMT -5
*Lance strike hits RT*
*RT looks up, wreathed by the indescribable fury of the laser's fire*
*Ymmot's ship explodes in a wreath of plasma and death*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 15:00:29 GMT -5
*Falls from the sky like a burning comet and leaves a massive smoking crator in the ground.*
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 15:27:16 GMT -5
*Meanwhile, in the underlevels of Ymmot's space fortress*
Galt turned the corner to where this "...a...r...ock..." was supposed to be, and was welcomed by a familiar set of blast doors. Perhaps it was an airlock after all? He hoped so, and did a quick scan to locate the door's control pannel. To his surprise, the quick-access pannel on the wall next to the door had been destroyed. In fact, it looked as if it had been fused by some sort of las weapon. Someone obviously didn't want anyone going out this way, and made sure of it in a hurry.
Backtracking a bit, Galt decided to see if he could find another way to open the door. Passing his shopping cart, he noticed the advertisement for Emperor Flakes on the front pannel, and toyed with the idea of simply blowing the door with a few demo charges. On second thought, that probably wasn't a good idea, especially if the second blast door was open to space...
A quick recon of the hallway found a small security room, just a little hole int he wall filled with monitor screens and a few dusty chairs, long since abandoned. The screens were black, and it was clear the room had not been used in some time.
"Where's a cogboy when you need one?"
After a few hours of tinkering, a bang or two from the butt of his shotgun, and with the help of an old instructional manual the size of a baby grox, Galt was able to activate the main console. It struggled to life with audible clicks and beeps of its internal machinery, and the humming of cooling fans. A few seconds later, the auxilary monitors came to life bathing the room in an eerie blue light. On the screens, Galt could see the surveilence data of the area he was in (from the picrecorders that were still working anyway, many of the screens showed only static). Movement drew his eye to one of the corner monitors. A fireteam of five darktroopers were guarding the entrance to a cargo elevator, and probably his only way out of this maze.
"They must know someone is down here. That's going to be a problem."
Scanning around, Galt found the monitor of the blast door, his shoping cart displayed in the bottom of the screen against the wall where he left it. After a few more minutes of tinkering, he was able to bring it up on the main screen. The option "Start Security Door Cycle" was displayed in a small box. If Galt could cycle the airlock, he could plant a vox-relay, and then open the airlock, and hopefully his messages, to space. Galt clicked the box.
The floor trembled slightly as the massive adamantium door slid open, ancient servos and rusted bearnings groaned under the tremendous weight. Small tails of dust corkskrewed to the floor as the teeth were exposed. Then, halfway open the door jammed with a scream of metal on metal.
"Damnit, no good."
Galt examined the monitor more closely. He did not see an internal door as one would expect in an airlock, but instead the door seemed to open into another chamber, before a red warning label overtook the screen.
"WARNING: SECURITY DOOR JAMMED"
Then, a second warning appeared, this time accompanied by a tone that put Galt on edge
"Jabberwocky Containment Compromised: Evacuate Area"
A second later, the entire system went dead, and the room was once again bathed in darkness. What if instead of preventing entry, someone had tried to keep something esle from getting out of there?
It was then that Galt realized the floor had never stopped vibrating.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 7, 2009 15:51:51 GMT -5
I yelled into the vox as if my added volume would impart some of my ample fury to my ships weapons, "Shoot the ever-loving frak out of all that remains of ymmot's vessel!"
To my ground troops: "Secure that crater! I want the heretic alive!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2009 17:12:33 GMT -5
*Go go go, charge!" snarled Thunder, leading the mixed force of Mercs and Pantsmandoes onward. "Secure that point, go, move!"
At this point a loud, female voice boomed over the battlefield, announcing: "Dark Eldar Force Defeated."
"Damn. Shame we didn't get the rickroll" mused Thunder, as he began strafing down the massed ranks of Ymmot's automatae legions with his Punisher cannon.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 20:12:41 GMT -5
Laudatio Chaotica...
The gods... they favor me.
*he stands in the center of the carter with his body limp and his head lowered, he held two tiny icons, one in each hand pressed into his palm, one was a talisman shaped like the eye of Horus, the other a small disk engraved with an eight pointed star.*
You leave me no other choice you know... I am truly sorry it has come to this.
*he rolls his head back around his shoulders then lifts it up straight up and raises both arms as though his wrists were attached to strings, then he extends two fingers on each hand and starts to trace large elaborate symbols into the air. He traces and retraces the same marking over and over again as purple smoke starts rising up from around his feet and the tips of his fingers start to crackle with wicked black lightning.
As his hands move the sparks create after images in the air and the symbols become more distinct, horrible ghastly symbols that force the eyes to wander when you look at them as though your mind subconsciously refuses to gaze upon them directly.
Ymmot's eye roll back in his head and he starts to moan in the back of his throat as the lines in the air take substance and the smoke around his feet grows dark and thick as it rumbles like the clouds before a gathering storm. The Symbols draw in the darkness around them and glow black as each pass with his fingers cuts deeper into the fabric of reality and the thick purple/black smoke around his feet cover the ground in a blanket of haze.
Scars are formed, deep gnarly wounds that start to bleed with the pure stuff of the warp, opening up like hideous weeping sores in the air, forming portals that stretch back beyond the comprehension of the human mind and into the realm of unrestricted nightmares. Flies buzz and swarm from his open mouth and pour out from under his helmet while his palms bleed profusely and clusters of eyeballs begin to open on his chest and along his arms all the while the air is filled with a sickly sweet smelling musk that curls the nostrils and overwhelms the senses, and then...in one hideous moment the sky is ripped away and torn to pieces.
What looms above them now is the swirling currents of the warp, great monstrous shapes swoop and curl overhead, great and terrible predators made of pure hatred and longing, daemon things with the single desire to devour souls. geysers of blood erupt from the ground and pool overhead while magical fires leap and smolder along the earth while all around the Sorcerer the legions of the four great powers begin to materialize, rank upon rank of Daemons prepared to do Ymmot's bidding.*
Kill them... kill all of them. *Ymmot whispers as he slowly opens his eyes, and at his command the daemons surge forward to obey.*
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 7, 2009 20:18:56 GMT -5
Suddenly the Jabberwocky doesn't seem so bad. Good luck guys!
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 7, 2009 20:35:15 GMT -5
RT, I'm going to leave this to you - I know you can handle this. I'll go purge the heretics below, and break whatever fiendish device is holding our ships here. Ooo... be a sport, and seal that webway, would you?
*The hatchway closes*
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 9, 2009 16:22:45 GMT -5
*I jumped a good half meter into the air.* FRAK! *I spun around, weapons drawn.* RT, how'd you get here? *My weapons lowered.* I thought only Hetlan could teleport around the galaxy with the power of ADD. *Teleports next to Requiem* I.....am....Sir, RT uses the power .......of being bored and British if I'm not mistaken. *Teleports away to Rivia and gathers the most powerful half deamon companions the world can provide, Teleports back with all of them and charges a bloody nigh-unstoppable rampage which is stopped by a mere kitten*
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Post by commissargaunt on Jul 9, 2009 16:57:15 GMT -5
I evoke the machine spirit of this great weapon that destroys people/Demi-gods/Gods/Mods without hope of fighting back.....if they laugh. I now force you all to watch this. If you laugh your insides are shredded by ravenous daemonic squirrels and other cuddly, yet daemonic, woodland creatures. *turns on indestructible wall length screens on all of the walls of the fortress and puts on a blind fold* DIE! www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_msXNedeFQ
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 9, 2009 17:47:59 GMT -5
I didn't laugh. I could do that in After Effects.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 11, 2009 10:02:40 GMT -5
*Charges at the now blind folded Guant. Lets the half deamon horde charge in front of him and begins bellowing a battle cry*
I am the core of my perversion My mind is in the gutter and Ecchi my blood I have watched over a thousand anime in dispair Unaware of any action manga Nor to a perfect romance Have withstood Hentai to obtain entertainment Yet this season will never mean anything So as I click...
Unlimited Perversion works *Nothing happens.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 11, 2009 18:51:00 GMT -5
* A trio of Marauder sweep overhead, a troika of massive, heavy-winged raptors swooping through the swirling madness of the warp, screaming their demented fury as they bore down upon the Daemon horde. They pulled up, and, for a second, the weapons they flung from their bellies could be seen, dark specks against a nightmare halycon.*
*The Hellstorm bombs explode, and the front ranks of the Daemon horde simply disintergrate as they are wreathed in a man-made Inferno of golgothan proportions, there forms simply dissolving as their essence is drained, destroyed utterly by the cleansing flames of the Emperor's Wrath. But still, their numbers are countless, and even this massive strike has done little to cull the great tide of them. The fire wanes, it's slow-burning fury still crackling away, blocking the path between the Mercenaries and the daemons. The host musters, forming up into rank upon rank of hateful, ghastly forms as they prepare there assault. The Mercenaries will be crushed, killed, wiped from existence, their souls dragged back into the warp to be tormented eternally, as the very Gods demand. Khorne, Slaneesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle watch on, admiring the unending legions that form the very essence of their power - ten-thousand upon ten-thousand of avatars of each ones grotesque power. This puny, pitiable little foe shall be crushed, lain low so utterly that his name shall eternally be a mocking, haunting byword for shame and disgrace, and that - *
*These grandiose plans were to come to naught, however, for they had forgotten who they stood against. Rolling Thunder. He who stood against all, who spat in the eye of disease, made lust and bloodshed his slave, and whose very nature defied Fate at all turn.
For it was he who lead the charge, screaming mad, bloody vengeance as he emerged from the scorching flames, streamers of holy fire trailing in his wake as he hit their assembled ranks like a thunderbolt, his warcry ringing out across the battlefield.*
Sturm und Drang!
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 11, 2009 21:48:13 GMT -5
OC: those better not be my deamons you just bombed.......
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Post by commissargaunt on Jul 12, 2009 15:58:08 GMT -5
sorry ymmot.
*switches to the Imperial side and changes evil cap to commissar's cap*
for I was a double agent all along ;D I knew that RT could not be destroyed by my pitiful attacks.
HAHAHHA! For the Imperium! *army of black guards removes black overuniforms to reveal Commissariat stormtrooper uniforms*
Forwards! FOR THE EMPEROR, GOOD GRAMMAR, AND RT!
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 12, 2009 16:29:05 GMT -5
"Readymade Readymade, Steady as a River Rose, Readymade Readymade, And this is how the story goes!" howled Drang, the demented roar erupting from his chest like the very sound of Zeus' fury, a thunderbolt carried in spoken words as he smashed hell-beast asunder left and right.
"And if I give to you my, second sight- You got it!" replied Thunder, lashing out at a towering Bloodthirster with a scythe of purest night. The Daemon fell, the death-blade cleaving it apart with nary a second glance. Idly swinging the weapon over his shoulder without a care for the daemons bearing down on him, Rolling Thunder reached down and picked up the Greater Daemon's massive axe, gave it an experimental twist in his grip, and then hurled it with all the strength of his fury, at Ymmot.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 12, 2009 16:42:48 GMT -5
Gaunt... you've been a terrible subordinant... your total and compelete incompetence tipped me off to your treachery a long time ago.
I have been and shall remain The Empire of One, also,I replaced your Black Guard's brains with high explosives, they are now armed and set on a two second timer.
Oh, and I'm opening all the airlocks on my Squirrel Cannon/Orbital fortess thing...
so unless your in the sealed sublevels... you're about to get ejected into space.
Oh...Crap!
*Dodges hurled axe*
Yikes, it is getting dangerous out here!
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