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Post by Kaikelx on Jan 23, 2010 11:25:27 GMT -5
The briefing room was rocked with shelling, as a small platoon of elite guardsmen stood waiting nervously. Shouting could be heard from the hallways, along with gunshots, although a sergeant, Syo Keyj, had ordered the group to remain in the room, but to prepare to defend it if necessary.
Luckily, there wasn't anyone higher ranked to contradict him.
Over the ceiling, the din of distant heavy bolters and explosions sounded. Part of the ceiling caved in, revealing an upper level, and thankfully, no one was in that area.
Suddenly, a ladder extended down, and a face appeared in the hole.
"Sorry about the rough introduction. I am Lieutenant Viran Rosh, KT-155, your mission has changed.
This facility is important to our future success in this campaign against the traitors here, and must not be lost.
As for our reputation as a suicide mission team...Well, there's a full battalion of traitor guard up there, against the 4th company of the 482nd Hell's Bane.
You do the math."
((Opponent is Chaos Undivided. Hell's Bane NPCs making honorary appearance.))
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Jan 25, 2010 4:32:10 GMT -5
He had to step out of line he wasn't the best of troopers when it came to formality and he had to say something. But John was just like that after his failed attempts on his last mission in this organisation.
"Sir, are we going to help these guardsmen? Are we taking out several high commanding officers in the traitors rank to cause confusion? Sabotaging their vehicles to halt the armour in their tracks. Or are we to call for reinforcements and wait for their arrival> Sir."
He stepped back in line and looked at the guardsmen proceeding to his left, He checked and double checked his rifle, shotgun and powersword. He was ready for battle. He looked again to the guardsmen next to him.
"Hey, good to work with you again." As he gave a cocky little wave, while he smiled under his rebreather.
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Post by Happyorange on Jan 25, 2010 12:35:59 GMT -5
Once the commander had gone down, Solomon was able to make out a dusty group of dishevelled individuals in the room below him. He wondered when they would finally get into some action again as he hated standing around doing nothing. That's when the scars would start itching and then it would be almost impossible to stop it. In fact he could just about start feeling the tingling feeling again.
This thought was quickly thrown out of his mind when a large explosion shook the earth somewhere above him and even more dust was scattered upon the squad.
Coughing, and squinting his stinging eyes to see through the dust, he found himself alone, only to realise that the rest had already climbed down the ladder. When he joined them, he heard a voice and turned his head towards it…
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Post by Laughing Man on Jan 25, 2010 13:45:02 GMT -5
"Only a Battalion sir i thought we'd get at least a regiment to kill" came the low growl of Wes Klivian a veteran of the Elysian drop troopers.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 25, 2010 16:57:28 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going to call her Ki'hall nervously plucked at her long coat for lint. This was the first time in years she had been away from her beloved Inquisitor. She adjusted the nozzle on ,Salvation , her heavy flamer. It was without a doubt her favorite possession. Her cat-like eyes stared at the commander with great intensity. 'He looks just like him, huh?' Her eyes gleamed silver as she studied the man carefully. She dare not speak. Her voice was incredibly quiet and in this din it was a miracle that she hadn't gone deaf. As he passed she saluted him with crisp precision as the Inquisitor had taught her.
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 25, 2010 17:55:58 GMT -5
The chem-trooper with no name checked his power cell, and nodded silently. The traitors would pay. Pay for what? He inhaled deeply from his standard issue chem-inhaler, Icarus pattern.
OK, where am I again?
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Post by Kaikelx on Jan 26, 2010 20:28:05 GMT -5
At the ground floor, makeshift barricades and emplacements were seen, staffed by pockets of heavily armored soldiers from the 4th company of the 482nd. A quick headcount revealed a startling factor.
There were only 245 of them.
"Hell's Bane! Hold the line!"
Ignoring the sergeant, Rosh instead spoke to the assembled soldiers, as artillery shells went off all around them.
"Your mission is to hold the line until the 08th Corvis can arrive to push back the attackers! I don't care how you do it, just-"
"FOR THE DARK GODS!!!!!!"
Before Rosh could finish, a horde of traitors rushed the defensive line, expecting to sweep away the 245 Hell's Bane troopers.
It was clear that they soon would.
With precision, the Hell's Bane tore into the traitors, gunning them down, but it was clear that they couldn't keep the weight of fire up.
((Go wild guys, picture an epic last stand))
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Post by Happyorange on Jan 27, 2010 15:15:10 GMT -5
Solomon eyed Ki'hall's Heavy flamer jealously. "What I would give for..." But his thought was suddenly forgotten when he heard the blood chilling scream, "FOR THE DARK GODS!"
His heart missed a beat when sudden shooting erupted in his vicinity and people jostled past him to their positions.
He too, ran to the nearest cover and poked his head out, already feeling quite nauseous.
Almost instantaneously a huge weight fell upon him and pinned him to the ground. Solomon screamed out and started beating his fists against the thing, looking for his knife, only to realise it was just the corpse of a Hell’s Bane trooper, who was severely lacking in the face department.
As he got up, Solomon caught sight of the already dangerously close traitors. He could almost make out the heretical tattoos one of the enemies had emblazoned on his chest. He poked his flamer nozzle around the piece of cover and prepared for what he thought would be the ideal time to unleash his hot payload.
Finally, he pulled the trigger, but that was met with a hiss of propellant, and a little dribble of fuel spitting out of the end. “Damn, the pressure seal must be leaking.”
This was an easy fix however, and all he had to do was reconnect the propellant canister. Soon he was looking around the corner again and what he could see did his stomach no good.
Already, traitors were clambering over the bodies of their killed comrades, and Solomon immediately closed his eyes and spewed hell onto the nearest enemies. His face was hit by a wash of immense heat and he could hear muffled screams above the roar of his weapon.
He got back into cover, opened his eyes, and while trying to catch his breath, welcomed in the familiar smell of smoke and burning.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 27, 2010 17:16:49 GMT -5
"FOR THE DARK GODS "
Ki'hall let loose a blast of superheated flames burning a hole in the ranks. As the barrel glowed red with heat, she shoved it into a chaos marines face burning a huge patch of skin and muscle as she hit the trigger again. She hooked the heavy flamer onto the fuel tank and drew her power sword, a present from the inquisitor himself. Just holding it brought a blush to her pale face. She swung it at a marine too close to her cutting his arm off and then stabbed into his face plate. The marine's body slumped to the ground in a pool of blood. Her eyes flashed blue as a gardsman charged at her, screaming praise to the Dark Gods. She lowered her power weapon and assumed defensive stance. As the guardsmen closed she brought her sword up and bisected the heretic from crotch to head.
She could hear the beloved voice of the Inquisitor in her head whispering praise into her ear. She unhooked her heavy flamer again and began blazing a path in the guardsmen just then a cough came from Salvation. She raised her soot covered goggles to take a look. "Well fornicate! The nozzle is jammed." She noticed a group of three guardsmen stalking over towards her. She hooked up her heavy flamer and grabbed her lasgun as she began muttering the ancient battlecry of her people. She felt the deamon's attention stir within her "Warriors of Rivia... Why do you fight?" In her mind the deamon simply responded 'Because we are Rivians' "Warriors of Rivia! Why do we die!" 'For the sins of our forefathers and the transgressions of our children' "DEAMONS OF RIVIA! WHY DO WE WAGE A NEVER ENDING WAR!" Even now the deamon still calm as ever replied. 'Because we are Rivians. Our blood is black.' "With a bullet to our head and a knife to our throat and a bomb in our hearts we fight for the Emperor! A Crimson tribute to the golden throne, Skulls for his Majesty!" She screamed these words as she fired the lasgun at the guardsmen eventually running out of ammo in the clip. She gripped the gun by the barrel and charged at the last guardsmen who had lifted his knife but it was too late. She brought the butt of the rifle smashing into his head pulping it.
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Post by Laughing Man on Jan 27, 2010 18:29:07 GMT -5
"Contacts 11 o clock 50 metres taking them down."
Wes brought his carbine up to his shoulder and opened fire on semi-automatic. Each hellgun round hit the heretics precisely in the torso.
"Look at this lads, look how easily the scum go down. Let all the heretics know that the Imperial Guard are here, let them fear the Hammer of the Emperor. Now my young boys and girls make Lieutenant Rosh proud, FOR THE EMPEROR!"
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Post by Kaikelx on Jan 27, 2010 20:59:30 GMT -5
At this point a trio of soldiers made their way to the Kill Team. Ducking between cover, as a few stray shots knocked some of their companions off their feet. Most got back up, scorch marks scarring their armor.
A few though, lay ominously still.
"Corporal Urvi! Reporting in! The captain needs to see you guys, says the stuff can't be commed! This way! Jan, Isan! Covering fire!"
With that, Urvi waved the team into a direction further west along the line, as the two named troopers stood, one blasting a lasgun at full auto, his (her?) armor keeping the gun steady as it mowed down a few unlucky cultists, and sent the rest scurrying for cover. The second hefted a grenade launcher, and sent a grenade flying into the cultists who took cover, air-bursting it above them
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 27, 2010 21:19:58 GMT -5
Ki'hall scrambled back, blood-soaked and aching from the possesion. She slammed another clip into her lasgun as she stumbled back. A familiar figure filled her vision. "Yes sir?" She mumbled.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Jan 27, 2010 22:59:02 GMT -5
John fired. Two shotgun blasts pelted into the oncoming traitors the buck shots dropping one but the second continued coming, he cracked the shotgun and loaded the next shells home, leveling the weapon to his shoulder as he fired the next two shots into the on coming traitor sending the man to the murky ground. He clipped his shotgun in his holster and pulled out his trusty hellgun. He steadied his aim looked down the sights then fired dropping another.
There was a flash in the distance and in seconds a shot hit. John yelled and bit his lips inside his helmeted head. "Sniper!" He ducted behind cover and took off the damaged carapace plate. He treated his wound and quickly replaced the armoured plate. "That will do." He thought to himself and with that he stood and reentered the fray his sights now trained on this sniper he moved around behide his cover making sure to get the best vantage point, taking out his rocket launcher and made the distant corrections. He pulled the trigger and with a trail of smoke and a small explosion in the distance the sniper was gone.
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basalisk
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No matter how Epic or powerfull your commander is. I bet he can't handle 50 gaurdsmen for long
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Post by basalisk on Jan 28, 2010 3:41:04 GMT -5
"why didn't you guys wait for me?!"
Jackson jumps into the trench with the rest of the kill team, power weapon in his mechanical right arm, his shot gun in the other.
The nearest guardsmen couldn't tell if Jackson was friendly or hostile. Jackson wasn't offended. Jackson was covered with burns to the point where there was next to no skin visible. (What was had acidic burns from the tyranic war)
Also there was no need to be offended by a man who got a las burn going threw his skull because he wasn't watching a sniper, a sniper which just got sniped by a rocket?.... good shot.....
Jackson ran threw the blood soaked trench to a section which had been over run by the traitors. Jackson charged down the trench straight into the enemy.
In between letting his shotgun off and cutting men in half he bellowed "IN (BANG) THE (BANG) (BANG) NAME-" at this point Jackson stopped advancing as 3 more enemy's charged straight towards him. "- OF THE EMPORER-" Jackson fired 2 shots hitting one in the chest and another pointblank in the face, as the 3rd man approached Jackson brought down the power sword straight into the joint between the neck and the shoulder pad. The traitor was shredded like butter.
"- You shall all die." Jackson finishes. Thankful that he has a re breather so he doesn't have to smell the traitors as well as see them.
Jackson turned to face the ever oncoming enemy force.... could this battle be won?
Seeing that the rest of the kill team is moving west and not east Jackson turned and changed direction. The trench breach was small and the rest of the guard will handle it.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Jan 28, 2010 3:57:21 GMT -5
John ran towards the new meeting location, picking off traitor's one by one along the way. He crouched and picked some ammunition off a dead guardsmen. "You won't need this anymore comrade." He closed the mans eyes and stood. He looked at his backpacks power cells. They were running dry he placed his rifle into its back mounted holster and withdrew his shotgun. With a rapid double tap the first assaulting traitors leg was blown off from his body, John slowly walked towards him and crushed the man's face with his heavy boot.
John had to continue he stepped it up and proceeded to a run. He saw his fellow members of the kill team. He hit his suits comm. "Good to see back in the fight Johnson. That bionic arm doing the job." He continued moving and awaited for his reply as he knew he would meet up with the team shortly.
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Post by Laughing Man on Jan 28, 2010 4:28:11 GMT -5
"Always late for the party eh Jackson, no matter there's plenty of killing to do here"
Wes liked Jackson after the kill team was sent against the Tau and Jackson returned with half his face missing.
Wes reloaded his hell-carbine, and began to fire on the cultists as they advanced. An autogun round snapped to his left and Wes span and dropped his felt a hiss along the side of his shoulder. Wes looked at himself. "Damnit got clipped." Wes pulled out his medi-pack and began to strap a bandage on himself. "He grinned at Jackson "At least it didn't hit my face"
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Post by Happyorange on Jan 28, 2010 12:54:55 GMT -5
Solomon stood in the dug-out in which the team was regrouping. He could hear the constant crack of las-fire and then the louder thuds of Heavy Stubbers reverberating around him.
Every so often the ground would shake from the incoming mortar fire, and he and a few of the more inexperienced soldiers would duck down.
Suddenly they were off again. Jogging slowly down the lines. With every step, his foot would grow heavier and his ears would grow more accustomed to the constant gunfire.
Eventually the gunfire subsided to an almost non-existent level. “What’s happening?” he asked to the person nearest to him…
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Post by Kaikelx on Jan 28, 2010 14:11:11 GMT -5
As fast as they came the traitors disappeared.... Strangely enough, so did the Hell's Bane.
One second, it was a scene straight from hell, the next it was dead quiet. A gurgling sound echoed, and a squad of cultists fell, clutching at knifes stuck in their throats.
Only Corporal Urvi remained visible, cursing lightly under her breath as she led the team.
One of the team members stood up, lasgun in head, frowning at the peacefulness. Urvi turned and dove to knock him down, as a sniper round cracked, throwing up some dirt.
"Stay down, you frakking idiot...Oh, hey we're here."
Sergeant Keyj frowned.
"Where? I don't see anyone but-"
Suddenly, a figure seemed to emerge from the shadows, somehow having hidden the bulk of its carapace armor.
"In here."
As the team stepped inside, they saw a massive command bunker, and a pair of Hell's Bane guarding the entrance, one nodding a greeting to Urvi.
The man at the back stood armored, and stepped forward, extending his hand.
"Captain Nickar, 4th company, 482nd Hell's Bane. Welcome to our own little piece of hell."
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Post by Laughing Man on Jan 28, 2010 14:23:29 GMT -5
"Don't slack off just because they've retreated doesn't mean they've gone"
Wes scanned the distance looking for the enemy.
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 28, 2010 18:15:04 GMT -5
The chem trooper shot several retreating traitors, as their attack faltered. His lasgun was nearly empty, but there was another power cell on the floor in a dead Hell's Bane trooper's webbing. He went over to the body and began to pry the power cell loose. Then he noticed the demolition charge the dead trooper was also carrying. That would be a useful surprise for later, he thought. The traitors were going to be in for one big nasty shock.
Eyeing the remains of the company things looked bad. How many more waves of attacks could they survive?
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Jan 29, 2010 3:44:22 GMT -5
John walked into the command bunker looking for a place to plug in his backpack for a recharge. He found one gently placing the charge pack onto the floor, grabbing for a chair and sat next to it, he plugged it in and as he waited he grabbed a ration pack.
"Nice place you got here guys." He said with his mouth partially full.
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basalisk
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No matter how Epic or powerfull your commander is. I bet he can't handle 50 gaurdsmen for long
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Post by basalisk on Jan 29, 2010 3:58:01 GMT -5
Jackson clicks his mike and sends a message back to John " Hey John, want to shake it and find out?"
Jackson walked to the bunker shortly behind Wes. Who seemed to be paying attention to the horizon with grave interest,
Jackson taps Wes on the shoulder "Counting your kills Wes or counting your misses?"
Jackson said jokingly "Oh and one thing you still need to learn Wes, the party never starts, till i get there. You just keep turning up early."
Jackson looked like he was grinning, however it was hard to tell.... He then moves past Wes to the captain who presented himself.
"482nd Hells Bane huh? I heard of you guys from Storm trooper Kit in my unit. Your meant to be some of the most hardest and luckiest men in this quadrant. Good to see he was wrong about you being in the way of hive fleet Leviathan...."
"Glad to be fighting with you" Jackson added realizing he was trailing off, then he proceeded to put away his shot gun to shake the captains hand.
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Post by Laughing Man on Jan 29, 2010 5:16:08 GMT -5
"I'm just making sure they don't catch you napping again Jackson"
Wes grinned. "Just remember it doesn't matter when the party starts just that i'm a lot handsomer than you are"
Wes wasn't lying here he was tall muscular with blonde hair cropped close and blue eyes, a typical elysian really.
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Post by Happyorange on Jan 29, 2010 13:04:53 GMT -5
Solomon looked around the bunker as he entered. It reeked of las-burns and sweat, a smell, which he had yet to accustom to. As he made his way to the back of the bunker he saw some familiar faces, although he was unsure whether the Kill Team had suffered any casualties yet.
He found an empty ammo crate in a dark corner of the bunker and sat on it, relieved to take the weight off his legs. He took a gulp of rubbery water from his flask and closed his eye for a while.
For a while he sat peacefully like this, but he new it was too good to last when screams from the traitors outside could be heard.
He groaned to himself as he stood up and made some pressure checks on his flamer. Someone official looking passed him in the darkness and he asked, “So, what’s the plan?”
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Post by Kaikelx on Jan 29, 2010 13:47:43 GMT -5
"Us in the way of Hive Fleet Leviathan? You're right, we weren't. Leviathan was in the way of us."
Grinning, Nickar gestured outside.
"As you can see, the enemy has us vastly outnumbered, which we can deal with by ourselves. However, they also have the advantage of armored support. We were waiting for the 08th Corvis to reinforce our position with tanks and heavier equipment, but this enemy force has cut us off, and the 08th is held up fighting their way through to us.
The Corvis commander is reporting heavy artillery shelling, which is probably why we haven't felt any. Lieutenant Rosh, I need you and your men to get out there, and stop that shelling. I'd detail some of my own men, but we're short enough on effectives already....
Once you stop the artillery, get your arses in gear and get back here, because we're going to need everyone we've got if we're to hold until the 08th arrives.
When the 08th arrives, well, we'll just sit back and enjoy the show."
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