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Post by Happyorange on Feb 13, 2010 10:58:07 GMT -5
Solomon awoke to find himself underneath a traitor's corpse. One of his allies must have killed him after he had wounded Solomon. His leg was giving him unmeasurable pain, but he still tried to move. A fresh wave of pain bit its way into every corner of his body.
He tried again to move, this time slowing shuffling his hand to try and reach his comm-bead. His hand was drenched in his own blood and he slithered it around, in pain, but he could not find the microphone.
He attempted to shout medic, but only managed to dribble some blood into his already sizable collection on the ground.
He again tried, and managed to croak a pathetic "Help," but he exerted himself too much and passed out in the process.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 16, 2010 20:16:39 GMT -5
After the last of the cultists Ki'hall slumped against the door. She then heard some cries off in the distance. "Well..... just fething great..." Her battered body rose up and staggered over, roughly 68 meters she estimated, and saw a soldier under a corpse. Blood was still dripping from the large gash on her face as her auburn hair cascaded around the wounded man's face. Her remaining cat-like eye straining to see. She lifted him up and shambled back to the fortifications. Once she had set him lightly down she smiled and said "You didn't get very far, did you?"
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Post by Happyorange on Feb 17, 2010 6:39:01 GMT -5
"An angel!" Solomon thought as he was carried like a baby towards some cover, "I wonder if I get a cool robot leg now?" he smiled to himself. He was incredibly tired, he just wanted to sleep, "Just for a few minutes, just going to rest my eyes."
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 17, 2010 9:04:06 GMT -5
"All units BRACE FOR DETONATION"
Klivian began to sprint away, as the timers ran out on the explosives and the artillery park went up in a series of explosions.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 17, 2010 11:30:50 GMT -5
She heard the explosion with full force and screamed. "Feth!!!" She clutched her ears. "Emperor saves." Tears were streaking down her face from her remaining eye. As a Rivian, her hearing was over 10 times better than a normal human's but she had to constantly wear a sonic dampener. Unfortunately her's was installed into her now unusable helmet. She ripped off one of her sleeves and crawled over to the other soldier her eye scanning for wounds. Luckily there were no obvious wounds. She sighed and used the sleeve as a makeshift bandage for the gash on her face just as she tied it around her head she heard a dull chanting. More of them!
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 17, 2010 11:56:31 GMT -5
Klivian slid down next to Solomon and Ki'hall. A wild grin on his face. "Now there's a wake up call and no mistake. But looks like it's not over yet." He signalled to the surviving engineers. "Defensive line here using this wreckage, Hold and repel until they can send unit's into extract us." He clicked his commbead open. "This is demolition lead, we require extraction asap i have wounded men on the ground. All targets are destroyed." Klivian then sighted on the first heretic to break cover and shot him. He then flicked his hellgun onto full auto and sprayed lethal bolts into the unarmoured cultists. "FOR ELYSIA FOR THE EMPEROR!"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 17, 2010 15:40:09 GMT -5
Looking out the forward viewing port, Osseron had finally received some orders from the vox unit. Looking forward, he saw the smoke rising from the heretics' ex-artillery base, the dark smoke rising from the loud explosions as the engineers destroyed the tanks.
Now that he was closer, he could pick up some of the loyalist forces' comms, and quickly broad-casted a message.
"This is Tech-Priest Enginseer Osseron: I am en-route with a chimera and light servitor support, please remove any potential anti-tank weapons in the vicinity. I will arrive in approximately 145 seconds, confirm."
Walking to the rear of the chimera, he checked his armor and servitors, making sure they would have sufficient charge for the upcoming conflict.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 17, 2010 17:13:18 GMT -5
Cultists were rushing the Kill Team in rage, their chanting reaching a crescendo. For one scintillating moment reality tore itself apart. A small hole appeared amidst the approaching cultists, swaying and chanting in their purple/pink robes. From the dark sphere emerged seven corrupted feminine abominations with clawed hands. Staring for a moment in horror the chem trooper almost forgot to get behind cover, as cultists shot at him with lasguns and autoguns. Ducking behind cover again, the chem trooper lobbed a couple of frag grenades into a mass of traitors. The cultists screamed as they exploded, sending shrapnel in all directions. ++WILL ARRIVE *static*45 SECONDS, CONFIRM++ buzzed the com-bead in his ear.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Feb 18, 2010 1:00:59 GMT -5
John ran towards the next patch of cover and dived behind it. He slid against the edge.
"I will arrive in approximately 145 seconds, confirm" "This is Corilithian Engineer John Smith, I'm standing here with Klivian, Solomon and Ki'hall. We have wounded and need extraction."
"Sorry Klivian looks like I beat you to it."
He turned and fired another trio of shoot into the damn traitors and dropped another.
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Post by Happyorange on Feb 18, 2010 5:48:50 GMT -5
Solomon opened his eyes bemused, his vision blurred, and completely unaware of his surroundings. This however changed very quickly when an heavy object hit him on his bad leg. He howled in pain and he looked around for his assailant.
What he saw was an enemy grenade rolling slowly towards him. He stared at it for a split second and tried to reach it, but his leg prevented him from leaning further forwards.
It rolled towards him for what seemed like an eternity, finally tentatively touching his bloody fingers. Quickly he threw it back towards the traitors, exploding in the air almost as soon as he had tossed it out.
As the adrenalin seriously kicked in, rounds zipped over head, and he unholstered his laspistol, uselessly blind firing above the cover because he could not see over it.
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 18, 2010 7:32:44 GMT -5
"Doesn't matter Smith, i'd rather get out here with my body intact than my pride."
Klivian began to fire but heard a high pitched whistle.
"Incomming round!"
Klivian divide to cover as mortar fire plunged into his position.
"nuts...nuts...nuts...they have personnel mortars too mobile to knock out, demolitions team is pinned. Chimera driver can you put some extra speed into that tincan and get it here faster"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 18, 2010 16:23:25 GMT -5
Ignoring the insult of the machine, he urged the engine's spirit on, touching the various access runes on the engine's control panel for a quick boost of speed. Suddenly, the Chimera roared into even greater action, the spirit within the engine reacting almost perfectly to the Enginseer's minstrations.
Looking up, he saw the gun-servitor already firing the multilaser towards the enemy, and from the sounds of it, they were already within combat range.
Ordering his current servitors to the hatch, Osseron readied his Signum, the scanner array already analysing through the armour of the Chimera and orginising various firing arcs.
With a violent lurch, the Chimera crashed into the battle, the multilaser spraying the traitors with a shower of high-powered laser pulses. Turning towards the engineering team, the piolet servitor ran over one very much surprised mortar team.
Stopping just in front of the Loyalist forces, Osseron opened the boarding hatch and gave his servitors thier orders, his Hell-Pistol mechandrite already firing at whoever tried to rush him. The servitors meanwhile, clanked out and fired into the dazed cultists, reaping holes in thier ranks.
Turning to the kill team, Osseron shouted Get in! This distraction will not last!
In the distance, the mortar teams had returned to thier positions and were quickly trying zero in on the chimera. ""
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 18, 2010 16:43:49 GMT -5
Klivian dragged solomon and threw him into the chimera. "Come on boys and girls time to go home"
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 18, 2010 17:02:25 GMT -5
The chem trooper backed towards the chimera, firing his lasgun on full auto. A missile shot past, inches from the transport, which was now the new fire magnet. With a scream the daemonettes led the frenzied cultists ever closer. Changing power cells he fired at the first daemon, blasting it's face apart, then fell back inside the transport. Things were getting hot out there. The cultists were like angry hornets, and they were everywhere.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 18, 2010 17:12:49 GMT -5
As the missle flew by, the tech priest grew enraged, using the smoke trail and his signum, he ordered all three multilasers to rain hell down upon the missle crew, pinning them momentarily. Clanking back up the ramp, the sevitors continued to buy the kill team time to get inside.
Is this all of the pickup? Osseron voxed, making sure to duck as an auto round hit clipped his powered armour.
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 18, 2010 17:56:49 GMT -5
"We're all loaded in Enginseer, please get this worthy device moving with all haste." Klivian rooted around in the chimera's rear and found a heavy stubber and a clamping mount. "You Chemtrooper find me some ammo and feed me" Klivian opened the top hatch and mounted the heavy stubber ready to fire on the pursuit.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 18, 2010 18:23:23 GMT -5
Closing the ramp, he spurtted a quick tri-demesnional burst of binary to the Conductor servitor, who procceeded to rush the vechile into action as soon as the ramp lifted from the minimum hight. After seccuring his sevitors to thier respective charging ports, he turned towards the kill team, pointing towards the medical Kit strapped to the overhead cargo netting. "There are the materials for your injured memebrs, it is fully stocked. Now excuse me, for I must ensure our escape in our own manner!"
Moving back to the servitor's manning bay, he begun chanting the blessings of the Omnissiah unto the machines, blessing them from harm and marking each servitor with seals of protection and of functionality.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 18, 2010 18:50:31 GMT -5
Quickly locating the ammo, the chem trooper moved for the top hatch to load the ammo onto the stubber. There were still plenty of targets out there. Opening the top hatch was dangerous, projectiles flying in all directions. The chem trooper opened fire with his lasgun after loading the stubber, hitting a pursuing, screaming cultist.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 19, 2010 10:37:31 GMT -5
A cultist charged at Ki'hall "You think you are all that!" she dropped low to dodge the feeble blows, while low she let out a devastating blow to his kneecap smashing it. She then reached up and stretched to her full height, a full 6'4", and picked up the stunned man. She opened her mouth to bare 4 sharp looking fangs and chomped down on the cultist's throat. She scurried back to the chimera after snagging Salvation. "Mmmmm! that was good!" she exclaimed as she wiped the blood off her face. "What? I was hungry."
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 19, 2010 12:36:40 GMT -5
Klivian racked the lever back on the stubber and opened fire on the pursuing cultists, he raked the shots into the enemy troopers not focusing on one, hoping to just get them ducking as much as to kill.
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Post by Happyorange on Feb 19, 2010 14:35:34 GMT -5
Solomon inspected his leg with a growing sense of worry. He lay on his back, with someone’s boot a few inches from his face, in a corner of the chimera, so as to not put weight on the thigh or hip.
The pain had subsided to a large throb, but with every bump and jolt, another wave would overcome him. That he could bear, but with every jerk the tank made, more dirt would sink its way into the wound and Ki’hall’s improvised tourniquet would grow even more soggy and darker.
“Could someone pass that medi-kit?” he asked over the rumble of the engines and the chatter of the heavy stubber.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 19, 2010 16:23:47 GMT -5
The chem trooper had just closed the top hatch, after sniping at a cultist.
He took the medi-kit, and helped Solomon put new bandages on his injured leg and anti-septic on the wound. It was a deep wound and Solomon urgently needed the medics. The chem trooper injected him in the arm with a pain killer.
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Post by Laughing Man on Feb 19, 2010 17:49:41 GMT -5
Klivian fell back into the chimera after the chem trooper close the top hatch he was firing from. He turned to the man and barked "NAME RANK NOW!"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Feb 20, 2010 9:41:26 GMT -5
After sealing the last servitor, Osseron walked over to the kill team, curious about the group he was traveling with.
Seeing that one of them, a tall female, he passed through the chimera until he was next to her and asked "Is this truely the so-called ''kill Team' of which th menials have been speaking of?"
In his head, though, he was somewhat troubled at this person's appearance.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 20, 2010 10:56:32 GMT -5
The chem trooper was mute, had no dog tags, was recovering from a head injury and lost his Uplifting Primer. He shrugged his shoulders, as he had no idea what his name was. He then indicated the port lasguns built into the chimera and manned one of them, zapping a traitor guard scout, as the chimera sped past.
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