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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 13, 2009 8:37:45 GMT -5
Speaking fo the sublevels...
Galt cautiously made his way back to the security door as quietly as he could, lamp-pack off. The floor was no longer shaking, but it was safe to assume he was no longer alone down here. The security detail stationed by the elevator were probably alerted by all the comotion too.
Roundign the corner, gun barrel first, Galt surveyed the damage. The Security door was still only half open, but the doors were fanned towards him, as if something had squeezed its way through.
Something big.
He located his shoping cart of demo charges against the wall. It was roughly where he left it, and undamaged. Resting his shotgun on the child seat and grabbing the handle, Galt decided to make for the elevator as quickly and quietly as possible, before whatever was lurking down here found him.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 15, 2009 16:35:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
*I descended to staircase, expecting to find another one of your stereotypical underground cult hideouts. I was quite surprised to find, when I reached the bottom, that there was a replica of the surface community here -- complete with artificial sky and sun. What the heck goes through ymmot's mind, I'll never know. A good thing, perhaps.
The forces I had brought with me were fanning-out to cover the entire settlement. The people didn't seem to want to offer any resistance. Without the ground interfering with the auspecies, it was easily ascertainable that they were in the buildings. Envoy and his panda patrol advanced of a particularly hideous dayglow orange and tourist-trap pink colored building. These people must be purged for that alone, I thought. I gathered a squad of pantsmandos, and headed toward a less offensive mauve-purple and yellow building. An occasional servitor popped out of hiding to martyr itself in front of our guns. Those pantsless heretics had to know we were here.*
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Post by commissargaunt on Jul 15, 2009 17:23:24 GMT -5
*army of stormtroopers heads all simultaneously explode...commissargaunt wipes a smear of blood from his cheek then activates his teleporter before the airlocks open...he appears within the Grammissariate stronghold battered but far from broken, before him are row upon row of fluid filled tanks each containing a Grammissariate stormtrooper held in stasis.*
Excellent.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 20, 2009 17:29:19 GMT -5
"It's the end of the world as we know it, It's the end of the world as we know it, It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine" sang Rolling Thunder, as he grooved to REM and smote daemons. His anger was so great, so pure and powerful, that he seemed to have transcended it, passed over into a limpid, still pool of cool, visceral fury. Ichor spattered his coat, and all around, the daemonic hordes closed in. All about him, they died, as he strode through Ymmot's horde, a clear, untouched bubble of virginial earth about his feet.
He reached Ymmot, and seized him by the throat.
"You're mine."
And with those words, the world was blanketed in darkness. As it fell away, moments later, the daemons were gone, vanished back into the warp, and the skies clear and still, starshine lighting the planet in it's cool, blue-white gaze.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 20, 2009 18:21:41 GMT -5
*The buildings erupted in the incandescent fury of las fire. The paltry bolts of energy simply bounced off of the armor of the disaster pants that were advancing on the pistachio green facade of the orange building. The fire of Envoy's panda patrol answered with multiple coughs of chain gun philosophical discourse. All the heretics in that building quickly had their paradigm altered...
Before any riff-raff could start firing from the purple building, I ordered the pantsmands to cut it down. The awful noise of their RPCs grinding through multiple meters of steel-plated ferrocrete ended with the wet screams of over two dozen pantsless fools who had dared stand against the might of the Ministry.
The rest of the buildings were razed in a similar fashion, with similar results. Save one. There was one building about 20 meters "north-north west" of the center of the settlement. It was a dull gray. And repelled all attempts to destroy it from the outside. This, is seemed, was the source of my troubles here. I decided I hated that building more than any other in recent memory.
We thought for awhile about how to breach the door, when Envoy suggested: Why not try the handle? I reached for the handle, and to my surprise, it opened. We headed inside...*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 20, 2009 18:37:24 GMT -5
*finds himself caught by the throat and suddenly his head and shoulders fall limp as he begins to chuckle quietly.*
...but which one of us is the dream and which is the dreamer?
perhaps we shall never know...
*Smiles as he begins to slowly fade away as the starlight shines upon him.*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 20, 2009 20:48:32 GMT -5
OOC: How very bleak.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 21, 2009 10:37:44 GMT -5
"I am no dream of yours, sir" snarled Thunder. "It is I, who shall bring for Gotterdammungus, the ending of all the gods. It is I, who shall hunt down and rend asunder the pitiful C'Tan of the Necrontyr. It is I, who shall stride through the webway as the Laughing God flees, his laughter turned to screams and a halycon nightmare. It is I, who shall cast aside Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaneesh, back to the pathetic spoil-heap of human imaginings from whence they grew. It is I, who shall tear the Emperor from his throne, as restore him to us all, not as God, but as man."
"I is I, who shall bring Gotterdammungus, and the ending of your kind, Rocketman. Now, begone!" He pronounced, the deep, thunderous intonation ending in a high-pitched howl of such fury it ripped apart the skies and rained fire down, splitting the heavens asunder as kilomtere-high sheets of lightning exploded in the atmosphere.
"Erinyes, I call thee!" he screamed.
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 11:11:52 GMT -5
*Meanwhile, on Ymmot's Spess Fortress*
As quietly as he could manage, Galt reached the service elevator. To his great surprise, the dark troopers he had seen stationed there in the security pic were all dead. A pile of five headless corpses littered the floor. Blood, gray matter, and bits of brain decorated the cold steel walls. What was left of their necks was smouldering, and the room smelt of burnt flesh and accelerant. For whatever reason, it was clear that Ymmot had decided to explode the heads of his servants.
Baffled, Galt finally pulled himself together and moved his cart into the elevator, and pushed "up." As the steel mesh doors rattled shut, Galt allowed himself a sigh of relief, before being shaken alert again as the elevator began to rise. The sound of the cargo elevator's massive lift servos drowned the area.
"Must be my lucky day," he muttered to himself, and just as he did, the sound of the elevator died as abruptly as it's upward motion. A second later, the cool light of the glow-globe overhead was replaced with a blanket of orange-red emergency lighting.
"Really?" Galt asked no one in particular.
He was answered by a inhuman scream of such power and ferocity he could literally feel his intestines tightening in his stomach. So intense was the call that Galt barely noticed the car was shaking. Whatever he had let loose, had found him.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 21, 2009 14:07:12 GMT -5
*The entryway had allowed no light to escape the interior. As we passed through, I noticed a change in the background noise. A moment ago we had heard thunder and what sounded like brimstone striking the ground. All that was gone. What replaced it was a hum of what could only have been truly massive engines. I poked my head back through the doorway. Or at least, I tried to, but the air itself seemed to coalesce and block my passage.
Then I heard it. We all did. It sounded like the scream of a creature so enraged that it might burst into incandescence. Envoy's pandas looked as though they wanted to die from the sound. I can't say I blamed them for it. I ordered the group to keep moving.
After reaching the intersection, one of the pantsmandos noticed a map on the wall. It was a map of the under levels of the Squirrel Cannon! Treachery and heresy! We had utilized some form of warp portal. I recalled hearing that the webway was like an escape tunnel, we must have used something different.
I wanted to get to the command deck of this thing so that I could commandeer it... The lift was only a short ways in a left-ish direction. It seemed to be a maze down here. We double-timed it to the elevator, but when we got there, the door was embedded in the wall across from its hinges. And there was a distinctly foul odor lingering on the air.
I ordered that everyone disengage the safeties on their weapons...*
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 15:50:05 GMT -5
With a thunderous crash, the rienforced steel floor of the elevator car dented upwards. Realizing he had to get out of there, Galt packed as many of his demo charges as he could into his satchels and climbed on top of his cart, desperatly trying to open the car's acess hatch. A second impact dented the floor further, and he found himself riding the cart into the far wall. He just had enough time to grab the sides before being ejected as the cart crashed into the wall, ratling the remaining demo charges. "Easy boys," he said in an attempt to keep their machine spirits calm, hopefully preventing them from exploding while he stood over them.
A third crash. Now the groan of overstressed steel pierced Galt's ears as the floor began to heave upwards and give. Galt tugged on the access pannel, but it wouldn't budge. A forth hit disturbingly slid the entire car upwards on it's brakes.
He would have to work faster, the floor woudn't hold much longer. Grabbing his shotgun and diverting his face, Galt blew the access pannel open with a slug. The sound of the shotgun's report in the confined elevator car left his ears ringing, and it sounded like he was underwater. The repetitious bang...bang of the beast on the floor sounded a million miles away as Galt was teporarily deafened. Regardless, he slung his shotgun over his back and hauled himself through the hatch. As he emerged, Galt was knocked to his stomach as the beast slammed into the car once again, accompanied by even more violent sound of tearing of metal.
Thinking fast, Galt loaded sabot slugs and took aim at the brake contol unit. With a single slug through it's hydraulics, the brakes lost power and disengaged. Galt quickly grabbed one of the car's four cables, as just soon enough, as the beast's next impact sent the now free car upwards about four meters, before the artificial gravity of the space station brought it back down on top of the beast with a terrible thump.
The beast's howl of anger was enough to actually make the car vibrate, but it was clear it had not been dislodged from the shaft. Instead, the beast began to tear away at the opening in the floor with it's powerful jaws, and the sound of tearing metal rang through Galt's jaw bone. Thinking fast, Galt loaded another slug and blasted away one of the elevator cables. The car slipped downwards only half a foot before the tension int he other three compensated, the disconnected cable hanging limply in the air. As fast as he could Galt shot off the other two, until the elevator was only held by a single cable.
A moment later the car dipped another foot, and the internal weight alarm began to blare in protest. Looking down the access hatch, Galt could see the Jabberwocky had finally made it's way in. It's scaly head was dominated by humoungous buck teeth and two large, ovular eyes filled with hunger and rage. It propelled itself upwards on two gigantic claws, and it's head snapped futilely at Galt as it forced its way into the car through the opening it had made.
"Not today." Galt muttered as he ripped the det-tap of the demo charge, and dropped it down the hatch. It landed on the car floor with a loud metal thump, much more pleasant than the previous ones. Spinning on his heel, Galt ran to the enge of the car and jumped onto a servive ladder built into the shaft wall. Unslinging his shotgun, he took aim at the last cable. It was difficult with one arm, and it would be nearly impossible to reload while on the ladder.
Luckly, Galt rolled a 5, and the last cable was shot free. Galt hugged himself to the ladder as hard as he could to avoid the cable from cutting him in half, and the cart began to slide downwards. The beast inside uttered one final, defiante howl of anger before the car dissappeared into the depths of the shaft, far beyond the floor Galt had entered it at. As quickly as he could, Galt began to climb the ladder. A few seconds later, the timer of the demo charge ran out, and the entire shaft shook as the explosives in the car cooked off and detonated withing nanoseconds of eachother. A huge orange fireball began racing up the shaft.
With a scream of effort, Galt lept from the ladder onto a ledge which connected the shaft with another, and took cover. He could feel the heat of the approaching inferno on his back as he just barely avoided becoming a human torch. His thoughts wandered to The Shadows Bar and the big drink he wanted right now as he soothed the bruise on his arm caused by firing his shotgun in one arm, and then passed out.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 21, 2009 17:07:03 GMT -5
*One of Envoy's pandas poked his head into the shaft and looked down. Apparently not seeing anything it started to bring its head back out of the traumatized doorway. Then there was the sound of an explosion, and a crash. Then a long drawn-out scream. The panda poked his head back in, and looked up. The poor thing's head was taken off by a taloned foot. We all jumped back a bit and watched the ... thing... fall down the shaft, propelled by a lift car. A lift car with a shopping cart from Aquila Groceries & Pharmacy packed with demo charges!*
Everybody take cover!
*We all sprinted to the sides. The backwash from the blast was enough to singe my eyebrows form across the room. Good thing I was wearing pants! The beast seemed dead, or at least unconscious. I had Envoy take the force to another set of elevators, while I took the ladder inside this tube. I had a feeling I knew who was up there.*
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 19:15:06 GMT -5
Something kicked his leg.
"Mmm. Five more minutes." Grumbled Galt.
It kicked him again. Galt opened his eyes. Hovering over him on the ledge in the elevator shaft was a figure. Tall and imposing, with an air of authority and a pair of unmistakeable pants. A pair of pants whose mere sight made Galt feel as if he were just sitting there in his boxer shorts. A pair of pants that only a high lord of terra would have the balls to wear.
"Lord ElegaicRequiem?"
The firgure smiled, and reached out a hand to pick Galt up.
Accepting the hand, Galt rose and grabed his arm in salute.
"but how the hell did you get here? And what happened to your eyebrows?"
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 21, 2009 19:32:31 GMT -5
It's a long, and very ugly story. I think the eyebrows got singed by you? Nice boom, by the way. Got any of that stuff left? We should get going.
Edit: OOC: I'm only tall because you're on your back... I'm 5'7" although some days I'm 5'8"...
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 20:03:52 GMT -5
Galt shook the satchels of demo charges attached to his webbing.
"Enough to blow that squirrel cannon back to hell. The reactor should be up a few levels. If we can blow that, we should buy enough time for Terra to launch a counter attack and finish this station off for good."
ElegaicRequiem guestured "after you." Galt grinned and mounted the ladder, climbing the last few stories to the reactor level. The rungs of the ladder were slightly hot from the explosion, but nothing terrible. Reaching the door, Galt and Requiem flanked it, and managed to force it open (after much cursing by Galt, and Requiem cleverly discovering the release lever).
The floor they emerged on was much different from the lower levels. Unlike the rusty bulkheads and cold steel floors, this room was well lit. The floor was a black, non-reflective marble, the walls painted, fortified steel.
A squad of pantsmandos had taken up position in the hall, and a group of panda's led by the Envoy was there to greet them.
"What took you so long?" he asked with a grin.
(Of course, Galt really couldn't tell if the panda was grinning, or preparing to bite something's head off, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.)
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 21, 2009 20:37:48 GMT -5
OOC: You recall I wanted to commandeer this thing? Never mind. Making it go 'boom' will be almost as much fun.
I was letting Galt here nap for a bit. He seems to have had a rough time. I don't see the disaster pants... I'll assume that you've sent them to secure our exit from this monstrosity.
Um, this reactor. It looks familiar... We should blow it, before anything bad can happen.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 21:05:32 GMT -5
"Good Morning Mr Samoht."
He opened his eyes and found himself sitting in his wrought iron gothic style throne within the study aboard the Squirrel Cannon. The room was furnished in fine mahogany and smelled of wood and leather. Surrounding him where shelves and fine display cases, ancient manuscripts and artifacts...some of the finest in his collection. He took a deep breath, was it really just a dream? Ymmot closed his eyes and saw a murderous vulture swooping for his throat, He opened his eyes and it was gone, so was the color in his face. It had not been a dream. Was he Dead? He didn't think so...did it matter? He decided that it didn't, besides he felt great!
Ymmot let out a big sigh of relief and pushed himself out of his throne then strolled across his study with his hands behind his back. Once on the other side of the room he lightly grazed his fingertips across the keypad beside the exit then took a small step backwards as the automatic door slides upwards abruptly. Ymmot gives a quick glance back to where he saw the Vulture then chuckled to himself as he continued on out into the black non-reflective marble floored hallway with a slight gait in his walk and a gentle bob of his head.
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 21, 2009 21:26:53 GMT -5
OOC: Just disabling the squirrel cannon's reactor, you can still capture the station (if we can)
Writer's Block. Office saps ability to brain. Require idea for new plot twist. Insert via PM.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 24, 2009 10:43:40 GMT -5
Hetlan teleported out of the shadow weilding two demolisher pistols. He was surrounded by Orks. Millions of them, he flipped his portable void shield on and whispered into his vox "Requiem.....I might be a little late. Deamon-doctor out."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 24, 2009 11:15:44 GMT -5
Don't just stand there, man...
*I take six of the high-yield demo charges from Galt. I place three at the base of the reactor, one at a structural weak point to the left of the room, and one to a structural weak point on the right, and one I carefully hide, just for fun.*
You got the remote and auto-timer backup set? Good. Let's get out of here.
*I started thinking about a song:
Hope you guess his name But whats puzzling you Is the nature of his game
It made me wonder how RT was doing...*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 24, 2009 12:44:27 GMT -5
Well, this is dull, I thought as I ambled through the bowels of Ymmot's Space Fortress, which, by a startling co-incidence, was also the cavern network of a rather unimportant planet somewhere in Segmentum Tempestus. Of course, this was physically impossible, but since when did that stop Ymmot? Mind you - hang on a minute-
The woman kneeling by the corpse looked up, her eyes streaked with tears and burning with rage, clutching at a lasgun. She turned, levelling at her hip, and then fled as I fully emerged from the darkness, her silent flight more horrible and unnatural than any screaming.
Must have been her husband, I think, kicking the corpse that I've already passed twice. Ripped his chest clean out, through the aorta and most of the lung tissue, plus a good chunk of the liver and the bowels. Starting to reek already, and, while their are no flies on this world, something has nonetheless started to nest in the gory remains. And this is the third time I've passed him...Damnit.
I sighed, and snapped my fingers, channeling a fraction of the darkling fury burning in my skull down, through the butress of my shoulders, down, into the too-delicate fingers. The corpse ignited at once, a black-white flame eating away at it.
Won't pass him again.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 24, 2009 13:33:14 GMT -5
Pauses in the hallway and tilts his head back as he closes his eyes...within the darkness behind his eyelids he began to see shapes take form, twisting and curving geometric designs that form a vast labyrinth of corridors and passageways, stone fused with iron and concrete. It was the maze that existed in his mind, but it also existed for real, under his very feet deep in the underbelly of his vast orbital fortress. A nasty black thorn was down there...a nasty black thorn searching for the exit.
Ymmot remembered the vulture he saw and shuddered, his eyes snapping open clear and bright. He laughed to himself and shook his head before continuing on with his jaunty stroll down into the reactor room. There he found Cadet Grammissar Galt and The Minister of Pants himself planting high explosives in places they probably shouldn't and he smiled to himself as he went over to investigate.
"Hello Gentlemen, may I help you?" he walked over and watched them with a small tilt of his head. "Are you sure that stuff is safe...I mean...an explosion in here could kill us all."
Chuckles...
"Looks dangerous."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 24, 2009 13:39:33 GMT -5
What the balls?...
Didn't we just leave this room? And where are the pantsmandos who were supposed to be guarding the door? Did we just get teleported back here? What twisted game are you playing, Rocketman?
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 24, 2009 13:48:17 GMT -5
What, Pantsmandos?
I took the secret service corridor that leads away from my study...and it appears to me that you two are in the process of leaving this room. So far as I can see you have not yet crossed the threshold...then again perhaps this is all simply another one of my delusions...I have come to accept them as fact, so it really doesn't matter either way.
In anycase...you're not thinking of just walking away from this mess you made are you?
I mean c'mon guys...you've left all your junk laying around everywhere!
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 24, 2009 13:50:22 GMT -5
Yes! We're leaving. Um... you should too. And the mess... well, it's a special kind of mess that cleans itself.
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