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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 30, 2010 15:35:45 GMT -5
Finally after liberating five more powercells, seventeen frag grenades and ten krak grenades from the recently deceased, the chem trooper thought that that was enough fire power. After stripping and cleaning his lasgun he stumbled back into the mess hall only to see Lieutenant Rosh about to brief the Kill Team. The officer had a serious look on his face.
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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 Feb 2, 2010 1:10:24 GMT -5
"Some how...... i know it won't work so well"
"No idea where the enemy is.... or when they'll attack..... where the ambushes or mines are laid.... We don't even know what where going to blow up could be Mortars.... or heavy artillery platforms.... We have little usable transportation and what we have is mainly airborne which will give away our location....We are un-aware of the number of enimes.... only that they have alot of artillery and ammunition for bombardments...... but whatever we do we need to do it quickly and get back here...."
"Did i just some it up in a nut full or what? Please tell me you know what where up against or where we are meant to go...... Sir...."
Dam these formality's......
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Feb 3, 2010 4:56:59 GMT -5
John stood as he saw Jackson walk in the room. He had a smirk on his face. "Ha, ha." he put out his hand. "Just don't squeeze it this time. I was in the medical facility last time for 4 broken fingers."
"So, sir are you saying we are going to assault a traitor artillery position."
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 3, 2010 5:10:44 GMT -5
Wes wondered into the room. "An artillery position eh, shame we don't have some valks and a platoon of Elysians"
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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 Feb 4, 2010 3:19:00 GMT -5
"Yeah if a tank company is pinned.....Valks will be so useful......."
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 4, 2010 6:44:30 GMT -5
"Your ignorance of airbourne operations is obvious"
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 4, 2010 20:17:37 GMT -5
Ki'hall pulled herself down into a slump and lit a cigar. The smoke trickled up her nostrils as the deamon began to calm itself. If she were to let the deamon completely take over there would be serious hell. Her boss really wouldn't mind though. Salvation hissed. "Ahhh.... Guess I gotta mix some more fuel. Hey, anyone got any flamer fuel?"
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Post by Kaikelx on Feb 4, 2010 21:58:36 GMT -5
"Well, breaks over, time to move out. We aren't getting any air support. Even if we had any, they'd get shot down like flies with all those tangos out there."
As Rosh left, Urvi became visible, looking off into the distance, before noticing the kill team.
"Captain radioed me. Me and the others'll watch over you as far as we can, but we can't leave our positions. Don't worry about running into our own traps. Barely had enough time to lay down this fort...."
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 5, 2010 15:56:09 GMT -5
As the Kill Team moved out silently and in covering formation, the chem trooper noted that the nearest traitor corpses were covered in blue worm-like tattoos, and had earrings and piercings covering their faces. Their tattered robes were mostly dark red and some wore pink or purple scarves. It hurt his eyes to look at the horrible images tattooed on their faces.
The traitor camp was approaching. There was a loud sound, like hundreds of people chanting all at once. Some Kill Team members looked at each other in trepidation. The squad halted, hiding behind cover. There was a couple of heavy bolter sentries covering the entrance to the traitor guard's battle-lines. The gunners seemed to be looking at a large crowd of purple clad cultists, who were the source of the bizarre chanting.
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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 Feb 6, 2010 2:29:55 GMT -5
Attaching his silencer to his sniper Jackson moved to a position on a hill to the overseeing the camp.....
Jackson lined up the shot.....
There was a slight pop. As both guards slumped to the ground. "Both Tangos down. South east entry clear. No movment...... Cultist chanters appear to be lightly armed. Suggest we take this skilfully.... There appear to be 5 artillery pieces to the east of the base......We'll plant the charges with minimum enemy casualties..... I'll cover"
Jackson prepped the grenade launcher he found...... if this went badly he could make a bit of a distraction.....
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 6, 2010 5:38:41 GMT -5
Wes primed a smoke grenade and threw it into the centre of the cultists. As the cultists began to splutter and panic aimlessly he began to move a wide route around the group in order to reach the artillery.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 7, 2010 19:58:06 GMT -5
Ki'hall twisted a nozzle on Salvation and tapped the trigger. A fireball burst from the barrel and as it collided with a cluster of cultist Ki'hall had picked up her lasgun in one hand and was firing both weapons as the cultists screamed as both fireball and lasbolt collided with cultists, She roared at them "Welcome to Rivia! I hope you enjoy the trip TO HELL!!!!" She laughed maniacally as another fireball crashed into a small group of cultists. "Burn b1tches! BURN!!!"
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Post by Kaikelx on Feb 7, 2010 22:39:37 GMT -5
The Kill Team fanned out and engaged the cultists, amid heavy return fire. One of the kill team members got unlucky, and a stray projectile pulped his head.
Meanwhile, the engineering team followed Wes, while Syo and the recon group disengaged, moving to flank the cultists, and provide cover.
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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 Feb 8, 2010 2:37:57 GMT -5
".....We'll plant the charges with minimum enemy casualties..... I'll cover..... and you just threw in a smoke grenade....whatever...."
Firing into the guards with a no longer silenced sniper.....Being West of the base it gave the impression of a two way attack Forcing the counter attack to separate.
Jackson flicked the mike in his re-breather on. " Firering grenade launcher north north west of flamers position. Danger close"
Luckily it missed by a bit. Going behind the cultists' and into a small bunker. Which by the looks of the explosion was filled with artillery shells.
Smoke covered the compound.....Feeling useless Jackson Started to attach his thermal scope when he saw a truck convoy on it's way.
"Any kill team member hearing this. The counter attack is arriving. Cultisist infantry seem to be regrouping at your location....smokes my bad.... I'm gonna try to slow down the infantry transports to the south west."
The 'Infantry transports' are just old 20 man trucks holding troops.....He wasn't going to say that thoe.
Changing the grenade launchers trajectory, he fired a shot at the lead transport a few kilometers away Blowing it apart. The other 4 transports broke formation. 3 of which started to drop off it's troops. The last sped towards the base. Picking up his Sniper, Jackson started unloading into the crowds of confused Enemy's pouring out of the transports.
They where tacking cover behind there trucks. Jackson was simply shooting any one who tried to bolt. He was out numbered 60 to 1. (55 to 1 now) However as long as they didn't bull rush him.... he stood a chance. A good chance
(54 to 1... He thought he could out snipe me...)
"Thank god snipers are the perfect pinning weapons!" (53)
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 8, 2010 5:44:56 GMT -5
Wes saw the gun positions now, ignoring jackson's pointless bellyaching he moved towards the pieces with the engineers. "ok boys we hit one piece at a time then move on, cover each other's backs and we should get clean out. Make use of the cover from the smoke and be quick and careful." Klivian hefted his carbine up to his shoulder and began to run towards the first artillery piece. Shots whipped around him and then he went down hard, slipping on a patch of waste and went down behind some ammo crates, "Damn" he cursed as he scrambled back up and began to provide covering fire for the engineers.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 8, 2010 10:56:39 GMT -5
Ki'hall ducked into a trench. Switching Salvation to flame mode. Salvation was her last piece of Rivia. The former inferno cannon from a Hellhound was heavily modified into the weapon she now held. She holstered her lasgun and drew her power sword the blade flickered to life with a menacing hum "For He whom sits upon the Golden Throne. Gl'mau Chi ker." As she spoke the words she pushed up her helmet , a tear rolled down her cheek. "Go'lass mer'des mo'sav."
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 8, 2010 15:24:48 GMT -5
One of the engineers went down, holes torn into him from an autogun. His demolition charge slid out of his limp grasp as the chem trooper slithered next to him, attempting to duck behind cover.
The chem trooper quickly grabbed the demolition charge satchel and slung it over his shoulder. He fired blind on full auto, causing the traitor basilisk crewmen to shelter behind their machines.
Switching power-cells, he sprayed more lasgun fire at them. One crewman stuck his head out at the wrong moment and went down to indiscriminate lasgun fire. The chem trooper took a krak grenade out of his webbing, pulled the pin, and threw it at the first basilisk.
The machine had been decorated with trophies from dead Hell's Bane Imperial troops, the chem trooper noted with disgust, as he dropped to the ground.
With a loud whoosh the earthshaker rounds on the crew platform blew up, seconds before the first basilisk. A jaw-shattering explosion shook everything around.
Only four basilisks to go, thought the chem trooper.
"SLA - HA - NESH!" "SLA - HA - NESH!" The cultists were chanting louder, and the tempo was building. Lasbolts and autogun rounds seemed to come from all directions.
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Post by Happyorange on Feb 8, 2010 16:29:35 GMT -5
Solomon had some how found himself in the middle of a huge firefight. Him with the engineer team, making their way to each of the basilisks in turn with traitors screaming and running amok around their positions.
Once they had reached the second basilisk, he found himself in a semi circular dugout with sandbags and dead cultists scattered randomly on the floor. One of the team had already thrown some explosives into the breach and most of the others were providing covering fire. Solomon himself had just transformed some of the enemy into stumbling charred hulks.
Changing the fuel cans on his flamer he squatted down in front of a rotting piece of wood and felt around his waist for the extra canister.
Solomon did not feel the stub-round enter his leg just above the knee, nor did he feel it barrel its destructive path through his femur, grazing his pelvis and then its ungraceful exit from his left hip. What he did feel however, was the unmistakable feeling of dread when someone knows he is about to die. He also saw the stinking repulsive face of a wounded chaos traitor emerge from behind its hiding place.
He instinctively pulled the trigger but his adversary was met with only a hiss of gas, as he had not finished refuelling.
As Solomon hit the ground his flamer barrel burnt the hair and skin off his forearm, but he did not seem to mind. He had already fainted from the pain.
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 8, 2010 17:27:14 GMT -5
Klivian had been shot well his armour had been but he was sure he had a nasty gash across his shoulder where a solid round had hit him, the engineers were almost half way through thier job. Klivian stood, his hellgun flashing as 3 more cultists were killed. "Damnit so many of the bastards"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Feb 9, 2010 1:10:30 GMT -5
John fired blindly over the cover he had found. His hellgun blasting into the traitors ranks. He stood leveling his rifle to his shoulder and blasted a traitors head off. He quickly swapped to his shotgun and fired both barrels into the hostile targets. "I hope they get that job done soon or we'll be swamped with enemy numbers."
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 10, 2010 19:12:02 GMT -5
Salvation hissed "Damn it!!" She lunged at a cultist, power sword in both hands, bring it down, bisecting the cultist. She felt the sword's cry for blood in her mind. Lasbolts struck her armour carving chunks out of it. She quickly scampered back to the safety of the fort. She knew she was playing a lethal game with the cultists. She clicked Salvation's fuel hose to the second tank, and the light sprang to life. From the darkness she could hear the cultists approaching. She heard them scraping at the door and hefted Salvation and her power sword. She heard the Inquisitor's sweet voice singing in her ear "Kill them all, my kitten. Slaughter them, burn them, make them scream for the Emperor's mercy." "Yes, my lord." and with a slam she opened the door, snapping a poor cultist's spine in two through the sheer force. "Kill her! In the Dark God's name!!!" Shouted a cultist charging at Ki'hall. In retaliation she simply lifted the burning barrel and smashed it into his face. "It'll take more than a handful of pathetic deamon wannabes to kill a deamon of Rivia!" with that she descended upon the group like a meteor, blasting fire and slashing cultists.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Feb 10, 2010 21:35:21 GMT -5
(Bot sighted, sunk same. Carry on guys. -Reds)
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 12, 2010 16:04:26 GMT -5
Some of the Kill Team provided covering fire for the engineers as they planted their demolition charges on the last four arch-enemy Basilisks. There were several surviving Traitor gun crewmen, attatched to the basilisks, sheltering nearby behind some sandbags, as well as cultists and traitor guard rushing at them from two directions. The crewmen opened fire with their laspistols and shot the last engineer dead, just after he had set his timer. The chem trooper threw a frag grenade at the traitor crewmen and ducked behind cover as the surviving engineers ran back. Lasfire and autogun rounds peppered their position. As the engineers hid behind cover, the basilisks exploded with a loud bang. The whole sky turned red for and instant. Shrapnel indiscriminately shredded several traitors and cultists as they moved in to repel the Kill Team. The secondary objective had been achieved. Now they just had to retreat back to their lines.
The traitors recovered their wits and resumed their chanting, this time much more intensely.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 12, 2010 21:23:57 GMT -5
Sweeping his power Axe in a strong, deadly, two-handed stroke, Tech-Priest Enginseer Osseron clove through the cultists at what remained of the motor pool. Unlike the central HQ, this place had nearly instantaneously fallen to the cultists, with only a handful of servitors and Skitarii remaining. Looking over his shoulder, he was thankful (relatively speaking) to see that the three Servitors that he had managed to save were still with him. Thanking the Omnissiah, he headed toward the trio of remaining functional chimeras that lined the pre-fabricated garage. BZZZzz, enter and dock! The servitors quickly jumped to do their current master's bidding, clanking up the chimera's entrance ramp and docking into the servitor bays in the fore. Before the tech-priest managed to close the ramp, he was spotted by another dozen of cultists, who rapidly shouted their foul oaths and charged him. For the Omnissiah! May my shots fly True!Firing his hell-pistol equipped mechandrite, he readied his cybernetic body into battle-readiness once again, content to let the mutated fools fall under the powerful laser of his mechandrite. Once the were within range, he launched himself at the remaining six cultists. Almost at once, he clove through the leading cultist, his Axe tearing through the pipe that he had been wielding and his cloths. meanwhile, his mechandrite fired at point-blank range, downing another few as the shots pounded into the vulnerable flesh. Feeling something attacking him from the side, Osseron willed his servo arm to life, using the powerful hydraulic claws to lift another cultist into the air, quickly crushing him and tossing the corpse away. Turning to the final three cultist, he used the arm's plasma cutter to finish two off, and killed the final cultist with an idle shot as she tried to run, eyes wide in horror at massacre that the heavily armored servant of the Omnissiah had wreaked. Turning back toward the Chimera, he closed the hatch and begun driving out, the integrated Servitor firing the turret at anyone who tried to attack the transport. "Rest now tools of war, for our bloody work is just beginning."He muttered to no one in general, as the vehicle sped away from the ruins of the motor pool. Engaging the vox caster of the chimera, and then linking it through his own vox unit, he sent out a message on the general Imperial comms channels " This is Tech-Priest Enginseer Osseron to any imperial units nearby: I have commandeered the final Chimera, I require co-ordinates for an evac point. Respond." Thankfully for the Kill Team, the Chimera's message reached the first, and the messaged clearly passed into the Lieutenant's ear bud as he fought to evacuate from his objective. [OOC: sorry if it's bad...haven't done this in awhile. ]
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 13, 2010 5:38:31 GMT -5
Klivian heard an Engineer yell that the charges were set. He opened his commbead "Demolition Party prepare to fall back on my mark." Klivian prepped another smoke grenade and waited for the enemy shooters to reload.
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