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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:31:16 GMT -5
Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 28/11/2003 15:45:50 Message: In the shadows of the warehouse, Krakel hid, his ancient eyes peering at the gathering mortals. His frost blade hung on his back, ready for action, action it hadn't seen for decades. His master Multhaa attached him to this planet a year ago to oversee the overthrow of the Hive. In that year he brought into power a small and weak gang known as the Crimson Hawk. With the armaments of Karakus and the gifts of Chaos to their leiutenants, the gang swiftly caught hold of this newer Hiveworld.
His armor darker than his surroundings hid him well, the ancient power serged through his veins. He was a Marine, a fallen, one of the great Alpha Legion, master infiltraters all. And he was proud. His efforts to penetrate this far into the Imperium did not go unnoticed by the Chaos powers, particularly the Lord of Change. Just a terran month earlier, he was struck down a powerful blow by Karakus. After that, the puny mortal issued a series of yells that were quite inhuman! Multhaa revealed himself through the mortal shell and imbued Karkel with some of his power, granting unmatched tolerance to pain and suffering (OOC: Daemonic Resilience).
He knew that if his continued efforts brought to fruition the plan, he would be further ellevated! He waited in anticipation for all the 'guests' to arrive, holding back a mighty laugh with all the patience an Alpha Legionaire could muster. _____________________________________ The cargo loaded and the Arbites and his personal guard readied thier transports. Karakus Ray sent a messanger to find the Eldar Vardefalas, he needed to be sure his shipment had arrived to trade with.
The caravan of arbites and cargo transports moved rather slowly through the Hive streets and tunnels. A rhino led the way, the cargo safetly behind and a group of bikes and grav-cars trailed guarding the rear. Karakus knew nothing could stop the caravan, so he rented his usual limo to spend some time with his personal assassin on the way to the meet.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 28/11/2003 16:18:42 Message: "Thing's are going well" Voke thought. "Stryde, Silo, Ela and Eswt were in and nothing had gone bad so far. He had managed to protect their minds from any psycic probing but he hadn't felt any yet. And no one had noticed him! Things were looking great. Voke decided it would be best to use less of his powers now, the metalic tang of the warp was in him and he knew it wouldn't be long before it became something alot more unpleasant. Voke made himself visable to eyes and ears but still hid his mind along with the others; better safe than sorry." Voke mingled with the crowd and waited. Stryde and the others were set and ready. Voke was in a corner; just another buyer who was inover their head and could only hope for some lesser item not bid for by the real players here. No sign of anyone with psycic talent but that changed. Suddenly Voke felt a pushing at his mind. A psycer was searching the crowd, trying to throw off first glances to make sure everyone was who they looked to be. Voke tensed. this psycer was powerful, some sort of daemon- or a choas psycer in league with daemons; Voke couldn't tell- he was just working on staying hiden; not information gathering. This psycer was notice any little slip up! Voke could do this, hold on long enough without too much hassel; IF he could tap into his true powers! It had been so long since he had last done that and now he had no time to easy himself into it; or warm up. The probing grew and Voke felt a pang of fear in him, so long since he had last felt fear. Voke started something rolling around in his head "God Emperor protect your grateful servant in this time of trial and lead him with you glorious light banish the evil forces which try to rob you of your servant so I may contine to work for you and the glory of the Imperialum God Emperor protect your grateful servant in this time of trial and lead him with you glorious light banish the evil forces which try to rob you of your servant so I may contine to work for you and the glory of the Imperialum" It was the chant for holy protection from the Emperor and something Voke had learned centuries ago. Clearly the Emperor was listening and had plans for Voke yet; with a rush of strength Voke unleashed his true power and with a second thought withstood the psycer who's gaze pushed on past him and Stryde. The push against Voke's mind stopped without Voke noticing, it was eclipsed by psycer power in it's full glory. The metalic tang was no longer in Vokes mouth, it was in him. He remembered why he hated needed to do it. Two reasons; the unleasantness of it all; and also because it ment that some powerful evil was at the end of it all. A second thought crossed Voke's mind at the thought of what he was fighting; oh great.....!
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 28/11/2003 16:20:21 Message: Despite the fact that they were still on this Emperor-foresaken planet, things were finally starting to look up for Inquisitor Van Helser. The two items from the shuttle had stayed together, and he and Quirrick were now back on the level of the hive that they had picked up the shuriken rounds from. The other Inquisitors must have known something and had been waiting for this; he had just been caught up in it all. That was good as it meant no-one was out for him in particular, but on the flip-side, he would have a tough time convincing them that this heresy was nothing to do with him.
The convoy slowed as it reached a well-built warehouse. Van Helser took his foot off the accelerator of the car he and Quirrick had chanced upon.
'It looks like a deal is about to go down,' Quirrick said as he unclipped his safety harness.
'Agreed,' Van Helser replied, 'we have to find a back way into that place, we need to keep out of sight until we know just who is working with who.'
'You want my stubber again?' Quirrick offered Van Helser the pistol.
'No, you keep it. Besides, Crian'laar has not feasted for a good while.' Upon hearing it's name the daemon blade growled deeply. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 28/11/2003 16:51:45 Message: The cold air of the warehouse masked the psionics around them. Jenna felt a bold psychic pressence of dark nature probing the minds around her. Looking around she noticed a trio of robed indiviuals hunched in a huddle. That was the source! But what are they probing for? Inquisitor Stryde, no novice to psychics (but not powerful), decided to break from the group and approach them. Maybe a little distraction is in order, she smiled and sauntered over to them.
On the way through the crowd, she noticed Voke had dropped his disguise, she could see him now! He looked transfixed, sweat glistening his face. Mind war! My specialty! Approaching the trio, she called "Hi boys! Just exactly when is this supposed to begin?" They looked up together, "Huh? Wha?" The psionics stopped, the trio's faces changed from a labourous taughtness to suprised fear. "I don't bite, why aren't you robed-types joining the gathering?" putting on her charm.
"Leave us," one pale-faced man said as the trio walked off. "Hmph," she stalked back to the group, Voke relaxing noticably. "Mind war, if they do that again, let me help," under her breath.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 28/11/2003 17:57:47 Message: "Don't worry. I didn't need your help! It just took abit of time for me to open myself fully to the warp to be able to use my powers to the full." Voke added "but thankyou for distracting them so I can do that in peace and not rushed so I can do it more easily and use my powers more flexibly. Also I guess you want to know what they were doing? They were checking to make sure there was no one here they don't want. Don't worry. They don't know about us or our intentions. You worry about infiltrating and getting acess to the artefact; I'll deal with keeping us hiden. And we shouldn't be seen together." As Stryde walked away Voke wispered, "again thanks for your assistance." Voke then turned away from Stryde, and joined a group of people away on one side of the area.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 28/11/2003 20:50:14 Message: The alabaster statue stood at 3 meters against the wall behind a row of crates. The trio of psyckers walked cautiously toward it, flitting nervous glances toward each other. Their bionically reconstructed faces whirring with gears when they twitched. The statue's head moved to face them, the ancient armor grating like stone. A deep voice with vox-inflections spoke low, "YOU BRING NEWS?"
"Yes my lord..." "lord, there is one or more with our power..." "power, it is great..." "greater than us? No..." "no not greater, but great..." "QUIET," the statue struggled to keep his great voice low. The trio cowered, protecting their faces from being struck down. "IT IS NOT OF YOUR CONCERN, ONE OF THE GUESTS HAS A PSYCKER, BIG DEAL. JUST KEEP SCANNING FOR IMPERIAL SCUM."
Recovering their composure slightly, they bowed deeply and scurried off. It was not like Krakel to let stupidity go unpunished. After all, the reason Karakus' psyckers had cybernetic faces is from when he disciplined them last. Ah, a great memory! Smashing little faces with his archaic fists! Launching them through the air to slam against the wall! Calmly, he regained his frozen stature. Patience was on his side.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:31:42 GMT -5
Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 29/11/2003 00:24:31 Message: Can we willingly leave this planet to it's doom while the Great Enemy would take it? No. Can we save it? Probably not, but we can try.
The heavy ground car was moving again, Vardafalas in the rear passenger seat, Sara Falchion next to him, and the Guardsman in the driver's seat. Ahead of them lay an uncertain fate mingled with that of Chaos and Imperium. The Arbiters were already in position, but had been told to wait for a few moments. Better late than never, thought Vardafalas as the ground car raced through the city.
"My soul's prepared, how's yours?" Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 29/11/2003 05:57:14 Message:
Rizzo watched from under a heavy cowl as the three telepaths disappeared past the crates in the back. Face in shadow, he surveyed the crowd slowly. Hatred nearly boiled inside of him as he glanced from face to face; such decadence, such greed. 'Careful', he reminded himself, 'I am Rizzo, I procure items of note, live to the fullest and punish any who challenge me.'
He was still calming himself when he saw a flash of purple from the far side of the crowd. Such relief. 'But how much does she know?', he thought.
Slowly and carefully, Rizzo flicked the Tri-plex in his belt to full power. Still, he longed to hold Eva again.
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909) Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 29/11/2003 11:49:52 Message: Markus was livid! he had gone out to get a new laser cutter and he had come out of the shop to find his car stolen. He had ran home and gotten into his land speeder. Turning on the tracker (he fitted all his cars with beacons) he had located it and set off.
The beacon was strong now, and Markus swooped down, fire in his eyes. He would teach those insolent enought to steal from him a lesson!
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 29/11/2003 13:34:21 Message: Van Helser and Quirrick exited the ground car and made for the rear of the building, keeping low. Van Helser turned to Quirrick, 'keep a look out for spy servitors,' he began, 'we don't want to be...' he dropped into the dirt, Quirrick replicating him without hesitation, just as a Landspeeder whooshed overhead. They would have been decapitated had they failed to react.
'What the hell?' Quirrick shouted as the speeder came round again.
'I think we annoyed someone when we took that car,' Van Helser replied cooly, as he reached inside his coat for Crian'laar. The speeder was on it's way back to them. Van Helser got ready to cut it in half. Just as he was about to unsheath his daemon blade, the speeder suddenly slowed and then stopped, scant metres from them. The pilot stepped out and stormed towards them, absolutely livid.
'Steal my car, steal my car,' he shouted, 'you're gonna pay you old git!' The man balled up a fist and swung at Van Helser. The Inquisitor side-stepped the blow and used the man's own momentum to throw him to the ground.
'I apologise for commandeering your vehicle without prior consent,' Van Helser began, his foot planted firmly in the man's back, 'I am Inquisitor Mikael Van Helser, and I have the Emperor's permission to take what I wish, when I wish,' he continued as he dangled his badge infront of the man. He groaned. 'Now then, what is your name?' Van Helser enquired.
'My name's Markus,' the man blurted.
'Well, Mr Markus, you have just found yourself a new employer,' Van Helser replied. 'I take it that your speeder is one of the fastest around.' Markus reluctantly nodded. 'Good, you can wait here until myself and Mr Quirrick over there return. You wouldn't want to fall foul of the Inquisition, would you?'
'No sir,' Markus blurted. Van Helser hauled him to his feet.
'Keep the engine running,' Van Helser instructed before setting off to the rear of the building with Quirrick. Markus shook his head, unable to believe the mess he had just got himself into. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 29/11/2003 14:25:31 Message: 2507 was still were his master had told him to wait, why would he do anything else? 2507 had seen the conversation between Van Helsar and the person with the speeder. 2507 remebered that his master had mentioned Van Helsar, a fallen Inquisitor, not to be trusted. 2507 would have warned his master if he could but he just took things in. Even his basic instinct to kill all those his master had told him to kill (or those his master hadn't told him not to kill! Those little things didn't make any difference to 2507 but annoyed his Voke when he attacked someone just because Voke hadn't told him not to kill them!) was currently being overridden by his pacerfier helm, so he just watched and waited will what tiny amount of the original person left thought about what went on around him. If Voke knew about how 2507 had seen Van Helser and how he had not attacked him, Voke would have cursed the Adeptus Mechanicus for not being able to do anything right! But such is the way of the ways of the Imperialum.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 29/11/2003 15:36:38 Message: Markus took out a cigarett. He had tried to quit lately but considering what he had just done he thought he needed it.
'Oh well' he thought. 'You need a bit of exitement!' He climbed into his speeder, started the engine and waited. Silently chuckling to himself. That inquisitor had thought that he coul have just cut this speeder in two! He had no idea of the sophistication that had gone into this vehicle. Then again. He thought. That sword didn't look quite right. maybe it was more powerful than he believed.
He got out his shotgun and strapped it to his back. He also put on two things that looked like giant manacles, they flickered with electriciy, a balck opal was embedded in the centre of each one.
"Now i'm ready!" he said to himself.
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 30/11/2003 07:53:25 Message: Sliding between garbage receptacles and broken crates, a pair of determined men avoided the sweeping gaze of wall mounted pict-recorders. Quirrick peaked around a corner, "Here that?" The low rumble of many vehicles shook the ground. "Move!" Van Helser popped the lock on a back entrance door. They entered a hall in the back of the warehouse.
The caravan drove up to the great warehouse. The Arbite Rhino drove around the block after the cargo transports entered the bay garage. The bikes noisily rode around the building to park in the back. A sleekly detailed landspeeder rose into the air and backed away from the approaching bikes unnoticed. The limo followed the bikes to one of the back entrances. ______________________________ "Please, ladies and gentlemen, take your seats!" the bald host called into the mounted vox caster. The crowd made up of mostly gang leaders, pirates, cartel, and guild representatives quit their hushed tones. It seemed this was more interesting than rivalries, at least for the moment. The group sat relatively close together, the seats were in semi-circular rows facing the table.
Somewhere away from the gathering, a garage door was opening.
"We will now begin, your generous host will be here very soon. The first items for auction will be weapons of Imperial nature. All are unused save for initial testing, and are counted by the crateload. Since Captain Ray is not yet here, we will begin with our surplus goods." The man droned on about the gaurantee and satisfaction of all products, just as he finished his introduction, two robed servants walked up and touched a series of runes on the generators on either side of the table. A flash of transluscent blue energy showed the outline of a forcefield around the speaker and table. "Precautionary measures you understand," was all the pock-marked face anouncer said.
The auction began with a few crates of Imperial lasrifles and flak armor, a crate holding five lascannons, and a locker full of carapace armor. All just to kill time for the cargo to be ready for trade. It seemed to the group that the guild members and the cartel were particularly interested in bulk weapons and armor. This might be something to look into later, thought the young Inquisitor.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Dante Replied on: 30/11/2003 09:28:15 Message: Igor had stowed on board the shuttle when they were repairing the flange he had loosened. They were now speeding away...somewhere...
'Jenna, I'm on the shuttle. Looks like Ray's got womething big in here.' he said over his vox caster...
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:32:07 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 30/11/2003 10:42:17 Message: "Roger," was all she replied under her breath.
The auction was moving on to singular Xenos weopons and other wargear. The crowd was very interested in these, especially the most exotic of them. It seemed that they actually had an Eldar Harlequin's full gear! Jenna's eyes looked on almost as hungrily, one of her passions and personal mission was analyzing xenos tech. Where is Karakus? Remembering her main objective was his destruction, along with his cronies, but her new secondary was finding this 'artefact' and destroying it.
"23,000," she heard herself say, easily 8,000 over the last bid. The man was showing off a 'Harlequin's kiss' by blasting a straw-stuffed dummy. The dummy simply *puffed* into nothing when a spray issued from the ornate pisol. "Going once, twice... sold to the stunning lady in purple!" Oops. Silos shot her a glance. She issued one back with a raised blond eyebrow, 'What?' __________________________________ Karakus walked into his guard office, two Hive gangers stood at relative attention. The assassin-babe followed with his personal psycker close behind. "I need to contact the Eldar trader," speaking to the cloaked R'Zahn, "his payment is secured. Let him know I am most satisfied with the goods and that I look forward to more business." The man bowed and walked out of the room. Laughing, "Time to make my grande entrance!"
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 30/11/2003 13:12:19 Message: Ela was enjoying herself. Voke had given her a large amount of money and had told her to do quite alot of bidding and possibly buying a couple of items. She had actually bought the locker of carapace armour. She had always felt that they could do with a bit more armour. She was bidding in everything. Especially the eldar stuff. The way she saw it was if she had it it could be examined by the inquisition and wouldn't be in the hands of people it shouldn't be in. Eswt kept looking at her. "What the hell are you doing?" "Drawing attention to myself! What's it look like?" "Why?!?" "Because Voke asked me to! Plus some of this stuff I want. It makes you and him less noticable. Everyone is watching me so when you pop up behind them at the big showdown they won't think anything about it; until you chop their heads off naturally." Eswt gave Ela a kinder glance. "Fair enough. And I don't go round chopping peoples heads of! I draw upon all my training in my art and give them lethal wounds. Sometimes decapitation; chopping peoples heads of is just crude!" Eswt renenforced this by sticking her tongue out at Ela. "You were never like that! What's happened to you since you joinded the group." Eswt just smiled, "Well I met you of course!"
Voke looked on. "The important things were starting to be bid for, good. It wasn't long now. Ela was doing a good job of drawing attention to herself and neither he, Eswt or Silo had been noticed. Unfortunatly Stryde had made quite a mess by biding for the "Harlequin's Kiss"; and with such a large jump in bid. Oh well, it would make no difference."
Voke waited, on edge, almost being impatient; but he had waited nearly a year for this, he could wait another half an hour or so.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 01/12/2003 04:50:10 Message: Vardafalas lurched forward as the heavy ground car screeched to a halt just outside the Arbites perimeter. As one, the occupants opened their doors and stepped out to survey the perimeter. An Arbiter handed Vardafalas a pair of magnoculars and he looked through them, taking note of the variety of vehicles and their possible owners. Vardafalas handed it back to the mon-keigh and thought for an instant and then...
"You may begin."
With that, the Adeptus Arbites noose began to close in around the compound.
"Bring me a Valkyrie," he added, watching the Rhinos creep forward, shotgun- and power maul-wielding Arbiters following behind as the shriek of a Valkyrie refitted for aerial recon rose....
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 01/12/2003 09:21:40 Message: "Sir, it appears the Arbites have been informed," a guard stated. Viewing the pict screens, the psycker R'Zahn replied "What do they think to do? We control the government here! Give the gangers the go ahead."
Outside a great cacaphony deafened ears as bikes and cars from the east side of town rushed to the compound. Arbites had set up a choke point around the building, but had not suspected this! (After all, the real law around these parts weren't the Arbites, but the guilds.) _____________________________________ Karakus entered from the back of the audience with an anouncement from his MC. Proudly he walked down the center of the seating to the sound of whispers among the patrons. The bald man turning the energy shield off when Karakus took his place behind the podium.
"My great brothers and sisters. Now I shall present the prize all of you have been waiting for." Both the cage and a large metal box where moved on grav-tracks to the sides of the table. The robed men began chanting softly as they opened the lid of the box and took the curtain from the cage.
A wicked man-like creature lolled about, trying to regain its surrounings from the darkness of the cage. It was hunched in it's 7' cage, probably standing about twice the size of a man if it could. Red scales ran all over its muscular body, crazed eyes trying to focus. It looked like a giant lizard man who was really pissed off but drunk.
The crowd issued a series of 'oohs and aahs', some loosening weapons. "And now... this!" excitedly Karakus lifted a violet crystal in the shape of a decahedron. It began throbbing with an irridescent glow which brightened the dark warehouse slightly, causing a cool breeze to sweep over the crowd.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Dante Replied on: 01/12/2003 14:10:36 Message: Igor entered the auction halll silently, his hood up again. Even he took an intake of breath at the sight of the huge Kroot. People were beginning to stare at him, curse the machine cult symbol on the front of his robes, it could get him caught. He scanned the room, locating Jenna swiftly, ands trode across, people parted in his wake, to her, taking the vacant seat next to her.
'Hmm...Jenna, the reductor rifles are not equiped to deal with something like this, it would take the combined power of two. Give me the power cell from yours.'
Jenna slipped he hand under her robe and retrieved the powercell from her own reductor rifle. Igor slotted a cable into it, and then hooked it up to his own rifle, which was hidden under his robes. The gun began to hum slightly due to the massive influx of excess power.
'Damnit, I'll have to act quick, this should vaporize it, or at least weaken it substantially...'
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:34:09 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 01/12/2003 18:15:36 Message: Van Helser snuck a quick look at the now revealed cargo. A pitiful looking Kroot-xenos and a wonderfully wrought crystal ornament that was glowing, almost sensuously. He quickly snapped his gaze away from it; the crystal was no doubt chaotic in origin and Van Helser understood the ease at which one could lose his soul to malevolent daemonic entities. But why the Kroot? There seemed to be little value in selling a Kroot slave - why was it here at the auction at all? Why had it been under so close a guard? Perhaps it was just extra stock that the trader had wanted to dispose of and this was the first opportunity; but no, that was just too easy an explanation.
'Quirrick,' Van Helser whispered, 'they have some daemon-cursed crystal and a Kroot xenomorph on the floor right now.' Quirrick nodded in response, expecting an order, 'move round to the left and keep an eye on the xenos. 'There is something more to this...' Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 01/12/2003 20:04:12 Message: When Voke saw what was revealed he nearly gasped, he did his best to remnain perfectly calm and neutral; then it hit him! That was a brilliant way to stand out as no one else was acting like that. The choas artefact was some sort of crystal. This kroot was confusing. It was of little worth, and he had exspected either a daemon or daemon host. Unless. The two had been close together and that kroot was under alot more attention than it normally would. Also it didn't look like a normal kroot. Taller, much bulkier, covered in strange scales. Also it's eyes had so much wisdom in them, but dark wisdom. Eyes of a heretic, cursed and damned. This kroot was probably a daemonhost! If there was going to be a time to act it was now. Eswt had joined his side without him noticing, good; that ment that their power was spread alittle more evenly between each side of the room. He could see Stryde looking at him from across the room. There was so many people in awe that any psycer would be overloaded, it was safe to talk psycicaly. "Stryde, we need to act soon. Me and Eswt will try and get close and will focus on the daemonhost. You, Silo and Ela try to take out Krakus and any other foes. Get Ela to loose off one burst at the crystal in the slim chance that we can destroy it quickly. If that doesn't work make sure you keep one eye on it, I'll be doing the same. It's likely that that thing could cause us more trouble than even the daemonhost- even when the daemonhost fully awakes. We must act quickly. On my comand go and do not listen to any other psycer commands until the shooting has stopped, just to be safe. The action word will be 'Purge'. Get everyone ready."
Voke turned to Eswt. "Get ready everything's about to happen. Me and you are after the daemonhost; but killing any heretics, including this lot on our way over there and I won't mind." Voke got ready, he opened his mind fully to the warp and prepared for the hardest mental battle with several psycers he had ever endured. His opening himself to his full powers would make no difference. The heretic psycers would now what was going to hit them; about 0.2 seconds before it did. His daemon sword was out and ready, his mind sharp and his needle pistol primed. Nul'Ra pured in antisipation, sensing another daemon around it purring became a heavy growl; it would not have to wait long before it had a chance to banish another daemon. Without looking at Stryde Voke opened a link to her.
"PURGE"
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Dante Replied on: 01/12/2003 20:26:07 Message: Igor gave Stryde a single nod, he had overheard the vox-cast from Voke.
He charged the reductor rifle under his robe, it began to emit yellow sparks, he'd have to act quickly, he charged it for two shots, it vibrated consipicuously and sparked even more. People were staring, deciding that he could wait no longer he stood up and drew the weapon...people screamed, then a deathly hush fell upon the place, in slow motion it seemed, Igor pulled the trigger twice in the space of half a second. Two burning bolts of light hammered into the crystal...
It glowed yellow, then red, then white. Karakus howled with pain, dropping it to the floor, where if continued to smoulder...this had the effect of warming the room up slightly, which registered in Igor's bionic brain as pleasant. He forcibly recharged the rifle, which whined in complaint, as he aimed this time at the kroot.
People were screaming and running from the room, he aimed carefully, then pulled the trigger. Someone knocked him, and the first shot missed, flying low and hitting a person, instantly reducing him to a pile of dust on the floor. The second shot flew askew and hit the cage...it again glowed yellow, then red, then finally a bright, burning white, then it melted...
The kroot howled with pain and rage as the white hot metal burnt into its skin. It lost its drunken quality, and Igor saw for the first time in its eyes the mad rage of khorne...
'Terrific' he thought in the few seconds he had, before a kroot fist hammered into him, sending him flying into the wall...Igor went offline...
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:35:39 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 01/12/2003 20:28:25 Message: Hell had well and truly broken loose.
Van Helser wasn't sure who had started this all, but suddenly guns were going off left, right and centre. If this was Quirrick's work he'd have his eyes for breakfast.
Women were screaming, men were bawling, there was the ring of metal on metal, and the inhumane shrieking of the daemonic.
Crian'laar was taken from it's warded sheath and thrust into the chest of the first who ran at Van Helser. Three more attackers were cut down in short order, Crian'laar adding it's voice to the conflagaration of noise. Van Helser wasn't going to brawl for the sake of brawling alone; he needed to find a way out of here as quickly as possible or, he kept back a smile, he'd stay for a bit longer, and take that crystal as a souvenir. Well, Quirrick had said that whatever was in the box would be harder to seize, and challenges were enjoyed by the Inquisitor.
He couldn't seize it in the middle of all this though. He needed some cover. Spying a smoke grenade hanging from someone's belt, he used some basic telekinesis to remove the pin. The thick, greasy black smoke began to fill the room, creating, if it was at all possible, even more confusion. He turned his psi-tracker to "active" and moved forward.
Unfortunately, he recognised a good few of the souls in the warehouse. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 01/12/2003 21:30:45 Message: Hell had broken loose and it had been Voke who had broken down the door; for some reason that fact pleased him. Instantly he headed towards the daemonhost. Ela had loosed off a burst at the crystal, no real effect. He had no time to watch what they were doing, he had to focus. Nul'Ra was in his hands and darting back and forth. Eswt was next to him; her power weapon darting out, back and forth, leaving mortal wounds in it's wake. Voke decided that he would just focus on getting to the daemonhost, he could not even compare to Eswt in her purging of these hertics. Eswts hands and her body moved faster than the eye could see. Voke could only see her clearly because he was watching through the warp. No psycic battles yet but it felt as if everyone was trying to stop anyone else from using there powers; and with so many psycers in the room it was working a charm; Voke decided not to waste effort trying; yet! He followed in Eswts wake; heading quickly towards the daemonhost. In Eswts wake were limbs, gore, blood and even the occasional head. He was stunned by her fluid, graceful, quick movements; never ending. Everything was all one move. Nul'Ra was acting on it's own; darting out left and right. Suddenly Voke and Eswt were clear of the crowd but still 20 metres from the Kroot. Krakas Ray was there; sharing shots with Stryde, Silo and Ela. Voke's needle pistol spat out shot's as he charged towards the daemonhost; all his shots were at Krakus and his servants; to shoot them at the daemonhost would be a waste. Eswt followed suit; her laspistol out in the blink of an eye and spitting las shots all over the place; she had the skill to be a great shooter, equal to Ela but she never wanted to and never would. All her shots went wide; but they drew Krakus' attention this way; one of Ela's kraken penertrator rounds punched through his armour and hit him full on in the gut. He was thrown back several meters. Voke wasn't sure if Krakus was badly hurt but he went away quickly; taking the crystal with him. Stryde followed. the crowd had managed to get out by now. That left me, Eswt and a daemonhost. All of a sudden it's psycic powers were unleashed on Voke; it was all he could do to not let the daemonhost rip his bones from his body. It spat something similar to a las bolt at his head but without thinking Nul'Ra deflected it away. The shot hit a wall and burned a 1 meter hole in it. Voke's mind was about to be overwhelmed and he couldn't take on the daemonhost hand-to-hand; not now it was at full power. Neither could Eswt. to do so would be death. If only they could easily hurt it. It didn't have to be badly. Voke knew that if you hurt a daemonhost it's powers reduced- the psyical one's. More so on 'new' daemonhosts; as the daemon now had to put effort into stopping it's hosts body from ripping apart. I passed my blessed throwing blades to Eswt. She prepared to throw all 4. The daemonhost spoke.
"Come now Voke, you really think that that's going to work; simple blades! You can't take me with you daemon sword and those things won't work. Quite a nasty daemon you've got in that blade. That Slaneesh daemon will have to go though you know. Voke give it up! I have eternity to take mankind, you don't have eternity to destroy Choas! Even if you did you couldn't!!! If you Emperor really is watching and he saves you, which we both know will never happen, I will be back; you will die at my hands!"
Eswt threw the blessed blades. The daemonhost caught them but they burned straight through his hands. Great runts opened up in his hosts form. The daemonhost knew that the odds were now even and that had been all the blades were for. His body rentched in pain caused by the blades; and he quickly pulled them out, burning his hands even more.
"That hurt! More than you should be able to hurt me! You shall pay for that Voke!"
"Maybe I shall but your powers are reduced, me and my companion have a good chance of banishing you without the Emperors help; and when he gives it to me, which he will, you shall be banished in an instant! The odds are even!"
The daemonhost realised Voke was right and fled. Voke followed with Eswt on his tail. His powers weren't strong enough to hurt the daemonhost but no longer could it hurt him by using the powers of the warp. This would come down to hand-to-hand. They had a chance!
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Dante Replied on: 01/12/2003 21:42:13 Message: OOC: Just a little note...the kroot isn't a daemonhost, its a kroot that has eaten a bezerker...
Igor's bionic eyes snapped open again, his body having switched to mechanic life support. His green light came on on Jenna's scanner. Getting up, he charged the reductor rifle again, letting off a controlled burst of two double power shots at the kroot. Both caught the beast in the chest, and the beast looked angrier than ever, but Igor could tell...it had worked. The beast was weak now, the reductor rifle had done a good job...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 02/12/2003 04:35:15 Message: Vardafalas watched from the air as the gangers closed in on the Arbiters. They were putting up a good fight and the Rhinos' water cannon caused more than a little chaos among the bikers as they lost control and fell. Some died. Some did not. Regardless, the Arbiters were being pushed back, their own inexpirience and the gangers' numbers pushing them back. The Valkyrie also carried two Arbiters in the crew section: one with a sniper rifle and the other with a bolter, trying to provide some cover for the belaguered Arbiters below.
"I think it's time we checked out, Sara," he voxed as he hooked up a harness to a line. Sara Falchion parotted his movement.
"Are you sure this will work?"
"Trust me," he pulled his rebreather away to smile at her faceless helm and then replaced it. The Valkyrie came to a hover above the compound as Vardafalas and Falchion kicked the coiled rope out the side doors of the Valkyrie. During the brief moment before the lines reached the roof of the compound, Sara flicked off the safety on her bullpup-style bolter as Vardafalas did the same with a shuriken pistol. And then they jumped....
...Vadafalas and Sara quickly repelled down, Vardafalas's other shuriken pistol whipping out in a heart beat and they scanned the roof. Underneath the fire-cracker pops of autopistols and louder, deeper sounding shotguns of the street battle came the sounds of screams and gunfire from below them.
"Pilot, deposit your sniper team on the roof of the building to the North and then get out of here. Call in a Vulture. Inform the Governor if you have to," Vardafalas said as he and Sara swept smoothly towards the roof-top door, bolter and shuriken pistols at the ready, in a manner that spoke of their years fighting side-by-side, each anticipating the other. Vardafalas safed the pistol in his left hand and unsheathed his Diresword, the soul with-in it crying out for the blood of the mon-keigh as Sara delivered one swift kick to the door, knocking it off it's hinges. The fighting on the street seemed to grow quieter and horror beneath all the louder....
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned."
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:36:09 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 02/12/2003 08:16:35 Message: The crowd hadn't completely dispersed... Many auctioners stayed long enough to loot what they could of the many wargear crates, bodyguard and Hive gangers exchanging fire with the rogue Captain's mesh armored guards.
The Kroot-Berserker's chest charred and smoked, las fire and stubber shots bouncing uslessly off it's hide. It slouched for a moment with dead eyes looking at it's wound. Then it let loose a defening howl, stretching itself out to its full form, red fire running through its pupils. It reached over and lifted a Hive ganger. Opening powerful jaws, it crunched into the woman's spine, the ganger firing her autogun with futility at the enraged monster. Charging through the crowd, lifting men high and tossing them aside, it leaped for the machine-man that did this to it! ______________________________________________ OOC: The Kroot is a monster, not a psycker. Karkaus has psychic powers along with some of his men. I have NO idea who this daemonhost is . IC: Jenna ran past the confusing battle Voke and his guard were engaged in. Yelling to Voke, "Get your flagellant online, now!" "Silos, help the Magos," she called into her vox-link, receiving a curt 'Roger' from her man. Sprinting down the corridor after the running Karakus Ray. "Halt in the Name of the Emperor!" she anounced the Inquisitor's creed between breathes. Her thoughts were filled with an unknown greed she knew originated from the crystal. Chaos, she steeled her mind with her faith.
Strapping the now useless rifle to her back, she uncerimoniously ripped her short sword from it's sheath. The machine-spirit entered hers, helping her fight the chaotic influence of the artefact. Her arm, pulsing with electric energy, shredded her black sash hiding it with an almost sentient manuever. "There is NOWHERE to go Karakus," she screamed over the uproar of battle. Karakus skidded to a halt as he saw a couple blocking his path to the exit. A great aged man in white great robes spun a sickeningly dark blade, his collegue redying a firearm at Karakus.
Smiling, the rogue captain yelled back, "I don't have to!" slipping to the wall. A slide door opened next to him, outstepped a shadow-clad 3 meter tall metal terror! The ancient armor glistened with glowing green runes, symbols that boggled the mind, promising ruin and pain. A giant two-handed sword glowed the same green as his armor. All they heard was a hideous laugh as Karakus' was joined by his ancient and deadly partner. "Haa haa haa HAA HAA HAA HAAAAA!"
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 02/12/2003 08:48:52 Message: Karakus, revelling in the power of the crystal, turned to the Lady in Purple. "Fool human-creature, behold the power of the Lord of Change!" The crystal pulsed with inner life, lighting the corridor in a sickly pink pastel.
Van Helser's man Quirrick let off a series of shots between the blocking fallen Marine's legs. All fatal shots, deflected by an unseen force! An ozone scent wafted into the air after the shots were vaporized before touching Karakus.
Karkel raised his sword in ceremony, "I WILL USE YOUR SKULL AS MY CUP, PUNY MORTAL!" A flick of his wrist spun the frost blade between his armored bulk and Inquisitor Van Helser.
Karakus slipped on his own weapon with deft hands, a mesh armglove with a blade running his entire armlength curved viciously. Its manufacture was elegant and deadly, probably of dark Eldar origin. The blade was hinged in such a way that his elbow was unhindered by any manuevers. "Bring it on, Inquisitor!" a dangerous flash glinted in his eye as he moved the crystal into his off hand, holding it like the ancient Blood Bowlers were known.
Singing a holy litany, the woman in purple dashed forward with her great power claw. Karakus somersaulted toward her, the claw smashing into the wall over his head, his own blade slicing low to be narrowly deflected by her terran-patterned shortsword.
Van Helser, barely impressed by the Marine waded in slowly, "Prepare to meet your maker, fallen one." His man cowering behind, obviously the runes having an effect.
OOC: Feel free to kill the Marine, but make it hard! Also, Karakus can only be harmed by hand-to-hand, heavy weapons or explosions/crashes. Psychics are shielded, kind of like a pariah due to the artefact, please play psychics in this way. If he recieves a mortal wound, he will shape-change into Multhaa! I would like him to live and lose the artefact, to be questioned in another thread, lemme know what you think OOC!
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Dante Replied on: 02/12/2003 08:51:49 Message: Igor charged the weapon a third time, and it whined worse than ever, long spawks of yellow were fliyng for abotu a metre now without stopping...
He fired again at the kroot, one shot hit home in its head, another in its belly... the kroot let out a howl of rage, then dematerilaized to a pile of ash on the floor. Igor gasped for breath. He heard noises in a back corridor, and sprinted down it, chaging the rifle agian, sparks leapt to the walls and flowed for a moment and the rifle juddered... As he saw the fight he called...
'JENNA! HERE!' and threw the rifle toward her...she caught it. 'IT'S ALREADY CHARGED, JUST SHOOT!'
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 02/12/2003 10:47:37 Message: A chaos marine. Van Helser had not witnessed one in the flesh for a good while; and even then he had not fought the traitor. Crian'laar roared with barely controlled hunger - here was flesh fully worthy of his bite. The cursed-one raised his frostblade to shoulder height. Van Helser mirrored him. The marine swung down hard, Van Helser jumped to the side, knowing that parrying the blade full on would probably break his arm, the marine's power weapon bit hard into the rockcrete floor, sending chips of stone flying. As the marine pulled his blade free, Van Helser nipped in with Crian'laar, deftly striking the weak armour at the back of the marine's knee, ethereal teeth biting into the flesh. Roaring, the marine quickly ripped it's blade free and swung at Van Helser's midriff, the Inquisitor only just managing to jump back and avoid the eviscerating blow.
This wouldn't do. Infact it was insane; facing off against a chaos marine in hand to hand was madness. Van Helser slowly circled, looking for an escape route. Crian'laar wasn't going to let his master deny him this bounty though, and suddenly Van Helser felt the daemons bloodlust flow through him. With a near bestial roar, Van Helser initiated the next exchange of blows. Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 02/12/2003 10:57:12 Message: OOC: I've stated before, the Marine is Alpha Legion
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:36:35 GMT -5
Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 02/12/2003 11:14:21 Message: Roaring in defiance, Karkel knelt at eye-level with Van Helser. Green tracings flashed as he worked his frost blade high, across, mid-parry, counter thrust. This man was incredible! "I'VE NOT MET A MATCH IN COMBAT, EVER!" he boasted. The Inquisitor appeared afraid and yet bloodthirsty all at once. Ducking and deflecting each swing of the Legionaire's mighty blade, he spun around the thrust. With the momentum of the turn, his daemonic blade sliced and bit through the power-mailed right fist, pinning the giant's hand against his chest.
Vox-inflected obscenities issued from Krakel. "IMPOSSIBLE!" His right hand pinned by the blade, Van Helser's visage became ecstatic! The daemon within the blade passed raw power from the Marine to the Inquisitor. It practically forced the blade into Krakel's chest. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Krakel felt the callings as his strength left him, the Daemon bit him so! He almost felt helpless with his sword trapped against him. He grabbed with his off-hand and caught hold of the great robes of the Inquisitor. "I AM UNDONE..." he breathed sickly in Van Helser's face, hurling the man away into the wall. Krakel knelt motionless, the Daemon blade impaled through his hand and into his chest. He looked like a shrine statue to some forgotten heretic Chapter, his eyelights dimmed to black.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 02/12/2003 12:06:15 Message: Silos managed to wade through the chaos toward the Magos to find the horrible kroot creature in its dying throes. Firing his shot selector stubber ahead of the Magos, he cleared a path between the back corridor and the tech-priest. Hope that helps, he thought just as a las shot slapped him in the back. Consciousness faded as he fell to the floor. ____________________________________ Voke battled with the cloaked psycker, exchanging attack after psychic attack. He was disturbed as his attacks were thwarted every time, as if something more powerful than this adversary countered them. His guard moved in to fight this psycker when the trio of psyckers appeared from behind. ____________________________________ Hearing the Magos' shout from behind, Jenna turned, dropping her blade and caught the awkward rifle. Karakus swiped and scored a stinging hit between Jenna's hip armorplates. She squealled in pain as she brought the weapon to bear. The evil Captain had a rapturous look as the pink light illuminated his visage. "I've quite enjoyed this, Jenna Stryde!" How does he know my name? "Eat this!" she cried through her pain.
The rifle fizzled, sparked and grew very hot. Two shots blasted from the tech-forged weapon and slammed into Karakus. The crystal immediately glowed yellow from the shots, absorbing the energy. Karakus looked down in horror. Electricity stabbed him from the artefact, building steadily and caused him to convulse erratically.
A bright blast originating from the artifact blew Jenna and the Magos back toward the psycker battle behind them. Karakus and Quirrick were blasted to the floor towards the back exit, the fallen Marine stood motionless yet. The artefact skittered pink and harmless behind the Marine.
Voke felt the shockwave, the psychic inhibition gone. So this was the source! His powerful concentrating brought horrible visions of the vast Warp, mighty waves reverberated thorughout his old form.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Dante Replied on: 02/12/2003 12:52:17 Message: Igor looked at the rifle, the barrel had metled, detatching the power cells he slotted them into Jenna's rifle, discarding the old one.
'Jenna, you take this.' He said, getting up. Drawing his machine cult power axe he sprang forward...Jenna was amazed, the servos whined and screeched as he landed. A ganger shouted his hate as he charged, the magos dropped and swung his axe, an arm fell, screaming in pain and anger the ganger raised his arm with a stubber in it. Igor braced himself...the shot never came, instead a burning blade of light his the ganger, who was instantly atomized into a samml pile of dust on the floor...
'I think I'm getting the hang of this.' said Jenna...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 02/12/2003 13:23:28 Message: OOC: The ONE CHAOS MARINE is dead, please get over it, NO MORE MARINES ARE HERE. It's just not feasible that chaos marines could infiltrate a HiveWorld as is... that's why there was ONLY ONE! Sheesh.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Dante Replied on: 02/12/2003 14:26:03 Message: oh right...sorry, i misread the post, i thought he said three tall marines, not a 3-metre tall marine...oops
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 02/12/2003 18:02:13 Message: Markus sat at the wheel. He was getting impatient, and all those arbites and gangers were making him nervous. He would have left much earlier if he hadn't been scared of that damned inquisitor!
OOC: come on guys! i want to be a part of the action!
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 02/12/2003 20:42:35 Message: Crian'laar's rage and hunger flowed from Van Helser back into the blade. The daemon had served him well; its thirst for the enemy's life-force had weakened the marine and allowed the Inquisitor to deliver the fatal blow.
Slowly, Van Helser became aware of the surroundings again, his own thoughts began to flow in his head and he remembered the crystal. Frantically his eyes flitted around the corridor, until they settled on the object behind the impaled traitor marine. The mesmerising ability of the crystal was no more though, it seemed faded, less potent than it had done earlier. But still, he had to get it.
He slowly stood up, supporting himself with the wall as he rose, and stumbled towards the transfixed warrior of chaos. His vision took in more of the corridor; there was Quirrick unconscious on the floor... and there was the woman in purple, staring right at him. Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 02/12/2003 21:17:45 Message: Suddenly everything had become chaotic. The man beside Stryde had shot the crystal and allowed the kroot-monster to escape his bonds. Now dozens of possible heretics had escaped in the confusion.
A pair of guilders were snatching inside a large crate when a grenade exploded behind them and shredded the skin from their bones. Yes, more weapons would be useful now. His laspistol was already cold and worthless by indiscriminately firing into a group that had attempted to win several xenos items in the auction. He spyed Stryde and the premature eradicator leaving via the opposite entrance and quickly stepped to the open crate and pulled a pair of weapons from it and placed a compact det-mine inside. With any luck it would destroy all of the illegal arms and items in the warehouse when it exploded.
He rushed to the back entrance and noticed what he had procured: a short power axe and a stub-nosed pistol that he didn't recognize. It looked Imperial but was oddly shaped. Without further examination, Rizzo hurriedly left in the direction of Kurokos Ray and the others.
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909)
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:37:17 GMT -5
Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 03/12/2003 04:07:26 Message: The silent sound of firing shuriken weaponry could be heard, accompanied by the deep thumping sound of a bolter. A moment later, an Eldar decked out in elaborate armor and a Sister of Battle burst through the door, their armor slick with gore from the corridor-to-corridor fighting down to the ground level, where the auction was. At some point in time....
(OOC: Feel free to have Vardafalas and Falchion running around in your posts, youse guys. *Wants in on the action, too.*)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/12/2003 19:57:28 Message: The woman in purple stared at Van Helser, amazed that he had just bested a fell traitor marine, but also curious to find out why he was here. She stepped towards him.
'You are Inquisitor Van Helser?' she asked forcibly.
'Yes, I am,' he replied, struggling to remain cognitive.
'And you have been consorting with a xenos, yes?' she questioned aggressively.
'Yes,' he replied as his vision fully came back into focus, he spyed the seal of Inquisition on her person, 'as a fellow Inquisitor you should be worrying more about the traitor escaping us than my acquaintances.' He struggled to say that in an authoritative way, and the woman in purple was clearly unimpressed.
'I stay my hand now,' she warned, 'but I am taking you into my custody, as of this moment.' Van Helser's head stopped spinning and he noticed Quirrick was up and on his feet. He also found that his legs were now back in his control. He walked to the marine and pulled Crian'laar free, the woman raised her power sword as the dead marine's armoured bulk crumpled onto the floor, but Van Helser slid the blade back into it's sheath.
'As you wish,' he said dryly, 'now, can we turn our attention to the traitor?' She nodded and set off, Van Helser happy with his subtle mind trick that had distracted her from the crystal, which he had subsequently telekinetically picked up as he walked past it. 'Do you have transport? I have a speeder waiting outside.' Reply author: Dante Replied on: 03/12/2003 20:04:42 Message: Igors razor-sharp bionic eyes spotted Van Helser scoop up the crystal...
'Put it down, Van Helser...'
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/12/2003 20:19:43 Message: Van Helser reached inside the Magos' mind hoping to find some shred of maleable humanity; 'put what down?' he said cynically as he deposited the crystal in a deep pocket. Stryde turned to him aswell.
'Is there a problem Igor?' she asked.
The mind trick hadn't worked on the mechanicus. 'Van Helser just...' Igor started.
In desperation Van Helser blurted out: 'The traitor, I see him!' and broke into a run. It worked, Stryde's attention was shifted.
'Let it wait Igor,' she instructed as she set off after him. Igor wasn't going to let this lie, though, and charged his power axe; two traitors were now deserving of it's bite. Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 03/12/2003 20:21:47 Message: Markus revved his engine, seeing Van helser at the edge of the doorway, he saw a man made of metal draw a weapon behind him and say something.
He quickly brought the stungun mounted on the front of the speeder into action. It was loaded with a high pulse emp dart that was inteded for use against other vehicles with little armour, but it would work against this guy as well.
The dart fired, a low screeching following its path, the magos was struck on the arm and instantly collapsed as his equiptment all around his body failed.
Markus sped up to the doorway. "Come on Inquisitor! " He yelled, "I want to get out of here! And that dart won't last for long!"
Van helser nodded and he and his associates clambered on. Markus hit the pedal and took off into the sky. Leaving the magos behind.
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/12/2003 20:34:36 Message: Igor clambered to his feet. 'Van Helser is getting away with the crystal!' he yelled at Stryde, 'and his associate just shot me! The traitor must pay!'
'Crystal?' Stryde murmured as the memory flooded back, 'Emperor curse his eyes! Consorting with Xenos and now stealing a chaotic artefact; he will pay for his treachery!' she said with fire. But Karakus! She now had a tough choice; the rogue Inquisitor who had pained her, or the reason she had begun this investigation? SHe turned to see Voke stride out the doorway.
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'Good shot Markus,' Van Helser congratulated his new employee, 'are you injured?' he asked Quirrick.
'Probably,' came his sarcastic reply, as he held up fingers dripping with blood. Van Helser smiled and turned back to face the direction of travel. He slipped his hand into his pocket and withdrew the crystal. Some of it's original glamour had returned. Enough to catch out Markus. He took his hands off the controls and the speeder's engines died.
(OOC: give you guys a chance to catch up, that is if you want to of course. Please don't let Markus wake up too soon Anbite, we need to keep this interesting!) Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 03/12/2003 20:47:04 Message: The crystal dug into markus's mind. He fell unconcious. He saw his death, it terrified him. He was flying his Speeder along a random street. It could have been anywhere, suddenly a man stepped out, he couldn't see all of his face, only a area of his chin, covered in tatoos, the man raised a fist crackling with electrical energy and threw it at him, Markus screamed. It all went dark.
OOC: just adding a bit of flavour.
P.S. none of you are the ones who kill him, so no ideas.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:38:16 GMT -5
Reply author: Dante Replied on: 03/12/2003 21:02:43 Message: The magos imprinted the vehicles mechanical signature into his batabase.
'Come on Jenna, we'll have to steal a speeder.' Both of them ran into the streets, the Magos, seeing a likely looking speeder hovering while its occupants stood outside, leapt into it, Jenna followed, along with Voke. The owner started to shout, but stopped as soon as he saw the machine cult symbol on Igor's robes. Igor fired up the engines, and the speeder leapt into the air, in chase of the other...
Igor looked at the speeders stats on the plasma screen ans smiled, he had struck jackpot. An illegally modified gang speeder. It mounted a heavy bolter...perfect...
OOC: cue epic speeder chase,and don't worry about Karakus...Igor has already implanted a pheremone sample into his database...he'll be able to track him down...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 03/12/2003 21:24:37 Message: Markus awoke witha gasp.
"What was that?" He asked Van helser. "never mind that" the inquisitor replied "drive man drive!"
Markus saw what was worrying him, a dot wass coming up behind them.
"I have 2 heavy bolters in the back. Get to them!" he yelled to his companions. i'm going to power up the shields, you may feel a slight static.
Van helser and the other hired muscle clambered into the back and deployed the Bolters
Markus took off his gloves, allowing his glavian circuitry to connect with his sppeder. "Lets have some fun!"
OOC: just so you know Dante, your up against a Glavian with a much much better speeder than you, and years of testing its limits. he also has much more imagination than an emotionless tech priest. so i think it would be approprite for him to escape. Maybe not for a while. but in the end. if nothing else. his speeder will have more fuel than you.
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/12/2003 21:48:42 Message: The tailing speeder let rip a fusilade of heavy bolter shells that tore out the front of a building beside the street. Van Helser returned fire but the speeder jinked aside.
'Who is after us?' Markus yelled.
'I believe it to be the Magos you just shot, with some other acquaintances of mine,' Van Helser replied as he ducked out of the way of another burst. 'We are too exposed here, do you know any busier routes?'
'Busier?' Markus questioned, he then got the jist of what the Inquisitor was saying, 'are you insane? You want more vehicles around us?' he said in disbelief.
'Some cover would be appreciated, yes,' Van Helser said as he traded fire with the other speeder. Shaking his head, Markus pulled off a textbook series of ninety degree turns that took them onto highway Alpha 68. Ground cars and crawlers thundered underneath them, and other skimmers sped past in all directions around and above them. The magos' speeder was still behind them.
'This is suicide!' Markus yelled, as he ducked the speeder under a skimmer travelling in the other direction. The heavy bolter on the trailing speeder was chattering again, a couple of shells richocheted off the rear of Markus' craft, but most pounded into a speeder directly infront. The shells tore through the thin metal plate and ignited the fuel tank; the craft spectacularly exploding, the main part of the hull falling onto a ground car below. The ground car crumpled under the impact, slowed, and was rammed from behind by another car. A huge pile-up was begun; numerous cars flipping into the air, to be smashed into by skimmers, creating a crash on two levels.
Quirrick jumped into the seat of the other gun and began blasting away, shredding another skimmer. For some reason Quirrick was enjoying this... Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 03/12/2003 21:58:27 Message: Markus was a veteran flier, he had been asked to do many things in his flying career. But never anything as brutal as this. He thought inquisitors were supposed to be pure and all about protecting people of the imperium, and here was one willing to sacrafice hundreds so that he could escape.
He dodged another speeder and cursed as he heard the sound of sirens, the arbites! He turned to Van Helser. "You want to take another route? if we keep this up then we'll have all the arbites in this sector on us."
"What do you have in mind?" Van helser yelled back.
Markus looked at the sea that they were rapidly approaching, a grin spreading on his face, he pressed a button and the whole speeder sealed up. Vanhelser and quirrick were thrown into their seats.
"Buckle up!" Markus shouted. "We're gonna dive!"
OOC: i'm going to be dnow, dont continue this one without me please, (after all , i am the pilot. )
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Dante Replied on: 03/12/2003 22:12:45 Message: The magos sat in the thingypit...
'Jenna, you drive, I'll man the guns.' She took over the controls... 'Hit full throttle, Jenna.' She pushed the lever down to the bottom, the gang modified speeder's engines roared, and the craft shot forwards. The magos took charge of the heavy bolter, using his target matrix he locked on to the craft...the heavy weapon roared...
A speeder turned around a corner just as the shells went hurtling towards their target, it exploded in a hail of fire. He locked on again, the bolter roared for a second time, but the pilot dodged. Igor cursed...he drew the reductor rifle from under the seat and returned to the gunning position, shouldering the rifle he let two shots go, the bright balls of light streaked towards their target, the glavian swerved, one missed and hit another speeder, reducing it to a pile of molten metal the fell to the floor, burning everything in its path...the second shot hit home of the side of the speeder...
It burnt a huge hole in the side, from which smoke began to trail...
'Damnit!!' screamed Markus as one heavy bolter went offline, he looked back, the thingypit with the hired muscle in it had been reduced to dust that scattered down to the hive floor...
OOC: You may have a better speeder, but Igor is a supreme shot, and the reductor rifle would do that sort of damage...and we're gaining on you fast...for the time being...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 03/12/2003 22:13:18 Message: Rizzo rushed from the warehouse and rounded a corner to find it deserted except for several fresh bodies on the ground. The supine bodies of gangers, guilders and arbites littered the street. He didn't know that the arbites were involved. Pausing, he heard the sound of heavy fighting from the surrounding block; shotguns and lasguns mainly, with the odd explosion mixed in.
Looking up the street, he spied a group of gangers rushing to fill the gap. Looking down the street he spied more arbites approaching; combat shotguns loaded and shock mauls charged. How he wished he had his seal, he could certainly use the help. As the shots started, Rizzo dived forward into an alleyway and ran, leaving them to fight eachother behind him. He had to find Karakus Ray.
Suddenly, a pain erupted in his mind and he fell to the ground, tripping over a trashcan and scaring a feline creature that had been enjoying its meal. Somewhere close by a serious psychic battle was going on. Rizzo began to pick himself up until he noticed the pair of legs standing directly in front of his face.
(OOC: Please let it be either Karakus Ray or the arco-flaggelant. And don't forget that I'm still heavily disguised as one of Ray's hired help.)
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909) Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/12/2003 22:22:08 Message: Quirrick wasn't enjoying himself now. Van Helser had pulled him out of his seat milliseconds before the magos' shot had hit home. If he hadn't, he'd be a pile of dust, and now the pilot was trying something that almost broke the rules of physics. Quirrick was fast gaining a fear of flying.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:38:39 GMT -5
Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 04/12/2003 03:41:16 Message: Vardafalas gingerly gripped the the joy stick of the Valkyrie with his elegant, Eldar fingers, pushing the engines for every ounce of speed. Mere moments before he had been in the warehouse, and then carried out on the Valkyrie he now piloted. The pilot was now in the hold, Sara Falchion keeping an eye on him, smouldering at the 'theft' of 'his' craft. The gunship's cargo of Arbiters had been left off some time ago, dumped into the grinder of the battle below and behind. Vardafalas had ordered the Arbiters to retreat some time ago. Of course, the Valkyrie was crude and unwieldy as all the works of the mon-keigh were, but the controls were fairly rudimentary and quite simple by comparison to Eldar craft. With every bit of agility the craft could muster he pushed it ahead, racing to catch up with the recon Valkyrie and it's quarry....
(OOC: Oh, yes, if anyone wants to add a Thunderhawk to the chase feel free to, as Vard's method of escape may have shown up. But don't have the T-hawk show up unless the Valkyrie has been dashed across the rocks or there's a break in the chase and during the fighting the Valkyrie runs out of gas. Or something.)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 04/12/2003 18:44:44 Message: Markus was happy safe now. The new Black opal shield was up and running and even that magos and his damned weapon wouldn't be able to penertrate it. He had set the shields so that the blasts would just be thrown off the prefectly calibrated shields. But now he was going to go somewhere they could not. He turned the nose of the speeder down and hit the water.
The water parted in front of them as the static from the shield left a small space between the speeder and the water. As they went deeper the water folded over them, but the shield held and markus drove on towards a location he had marked on his map.
Above the water the magos cursed and put away his weapon. That damned pilot! He had somehow managed to fit his speeder with subterrainiean(SP?) equiptment, and he knew that the speeder, even one as well equipt as this ganger one, was not capable of underwater travel. And by the time he found some sort of sub, his quarry would be long gone.
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 04/12/2003 19:39:22 Message: 'What other trick's this machine got up it's sleeves, eh Markus?' Quirrick asked; he had piped up substantially after the craft's escape.
'I'll save 'em for later,' the pilot replied, obviously seething with delight at shaking off the magos. Van Helser sat down in the vacant front seat.
'Yes, good flying,' he said, 'but I am afraid the rear starboard gun is gone - your shield wasn't up quite quick enough.' Markus cursed quietly. 'How close can you get us to the shuttle compound?' Van Helser asked.
'Shuttle compound? Dunno, this waterway is always changing,' Markus replied.
'Just try your best,' Van Helser said, his thoughts returning to the pursuers. He felt that he had just rashly made another few enemies; the female Inquisitor was probably his biggest worry, though the magos' could prove to be an exceptionally dangerous foe in the future... Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 04/12/2003 19:46:59 Message: Markus turned in his seat again. "if you dont mind i'd like to stop at my place, do some repairs on this baby, maybe switch to a more heavily defended vehicle?"
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 04/12/2003 19:58:13 Message: 'Actually I do mind,' replied Van Helser, in a tone that Markus had not heard him speak in before. Here was the Inquisitor that had acted so callously with the lives of those civilians, thought Markus. 'I have wasted too much time here already,' Van Helser continued, 'if you must return home now, let us off.' Markus hesitated before replying. Reply author: InquisitorAnbite Replied on: 04/12/2003 20:09:41 Message: Very well, but in doing so i reveal you to that damned magos, Hang on, i'll take you into a cove. Its another 5 minuites.
++Shadow within++ ++Shadow without++ Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 04/12/2003 20:31:14 Message: 'I'll just have to take that risk,' Van Helser said, his mood obviously deepening, 'here Markus,' he said as he whacked down a wad of credits on the dashboard. Markus had been expecting slightly more, but he didn't want to argue with the Inquisitor just right now.
The speeder surfaced and Van Helser stepped out, practically dragging a very reluctant Quirrick with him. 'Another time, Inquisitor?' Markus asked cheerfully, Van Helser just scowled back at him. Markus reactivated the shield and the speeder disappeared from sight under the murky canal water.
'Are you going senile?' Quirrick shouted as he threw off Van Helser's arm from his shoulder, 'we're out in the open again, how the hell does that help?' Van Helser stared at Quirrick, his face vicious. The scowl parted.
'Misdirection, my friend, misdirection,' Van Helser said, almost cheerily.
'Misdirection, what, I don't get it?' Quirrick said confused.
'Where does the woman in purple think we are?'
'On the speeder.'
'Yes. And what does the magos think we have?'
'The crystal...'
'And what did I leave under the seat in the speeder?'
Quirrick smiled. 'Why'd you leave it?' he asked.
'On closer inspection it was not what I was looking for...' Van Helser replied. 'Now come on, we need to get back to Dufaux; Voor'acht's prophecy is so very near completion,' the Inquisitor said as he set off for the shuttle compound, Quirrick as ever following in his shadow.
(OOC: This is my "evil" escape! Please don't find the crystal quite yet Anbite, and Dante, pheremones or not, Igor will be in a fired up rage and think that I am still on the speeder... see the OOC thread for more) Reply author: Dante Replied on: 04/12/2003 21:55:45 Message: OOC: The magos may be mostly machine, but he's not THAT stupid. Right now he couldn't give two hoots about the crystal, he's only intent on one thing...Van Helser
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:39:10 GMT -5
Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 05/12/2003 03:22:08 Message: (OOC: Uh... who were we chasing after again?)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 05/12/2003 07:34:11 Message: OOC: Wow, I'll try to follow what I missed for two days! By the way, her sword is just a shortsword (not power). And good call Dante! She is a pilot, so that makes sense that she drives. IC: Silos crawled out over the bodies of many criminals in the warehouse. After regaining consciousness, he took a painkiller. The shot had gone through his kidney, it would be hell walking, let alone running. Switching his stubber to inferno shots, he blasted a guard fighting some gangers. The man erupted in flames.
"...Jenna...I'm still with you, looking for a transport. I'll get ahold of the ship and get you some backup!" He crouched and scuttled out of the compound and chaos was what he met outside. Gangers and Arbites blasting. Great, another warzone... ______________________________________ Hearing her guardsman's voice was a relief, she had left him for dead. "Acknowledged," she stated professionally over the link. She was getting a little woozy as blood continued to slip out her hip wound.
Before Karakus had slipped the compound in his grav-limo, she used her psi-track power to follow him. She could feel a much stronger presence in him than a human should possess. At the time being, she didn't use her power to know what he was doing, she was way too preoccupied!
"Magos, I don't want Van Helser dead! Capture is priority!" she yelled over the rushing air. "We will head for the city's main shuttle area. That has to be where his ship was docked!"
Thier speeder took off from the escaped craft.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 05/12/2003 07:47:20 Message: Karakus cursed in the backseat of his limo, the Arbites had set up a barracade to fend off against his Crimson Hawk cronies. His assassin looked around next to him as a wicked grin spread to his face.
"Those fools! That Crimshinaw artefact was placed in the perfect hands! Soon those Imperial scum will be fighting for the Lord of Change! Ahh haa haa haa haa HAAA!" laughing while folding up his arm blade and placing it back on his leg scabbard.
"But Karakus, your weapons..." her husky voice poutted. "Bah, I already received enough credits to procure a new shipment. I swear, humans put too much stock in Xenos items. A pity my pet was dispatched so soon. And Karkel, the blessed gifts were wasted on him. At least he facilitated my escape."
The limo driver slamed through a hole made by a ganger's grenade. Autogun shots and shotgun blasts ricocheted off the car, shattering one of the many back windows. Captain Ray ducked instinctively as the assassin returned fire with a shuriken catapult. Cowering, Karakus yelled, "GET US TOO THAT SHIP!"
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 05/12/2003 10:12:18 Message: Rizzo expertly rolled to the side and expected to hear the clang of metal on pavement or perhaps the hiss of a power weapon field burning the surrounding oxygen. What he really heard was nothing at all.
Pointing his strange pistol towards the face of his would-be attacker, he rose slowly and edged forward to peer into the shadows. A lumin-globe overhead sputtered into life and Rizzo let out a curse of shock. He was face to face with an arco-flaggelant. One arm ended in a truly massive hammer. More than a few wires were sunken into and beneath the flesh towards the weapon. The other arm ended in an almost-traditional electro-flail, which flickered lazily as a normal man might tap his foot. Several bar code tattoos on the mind-slave indicated him simply as "2705" and nothing further. His face somehow conveyed intense calm and bloodthirsty rage at the same time.
Rizzo contemplated attempting to probe the arco-flagellant's mind but quickly decided against it. Realistically, he had never really had any contact with one before today. Who knows what kind of psychic wards may be in place? No, he decided, it would be best to simply turn the slave-man off and continue his search unaided.
After a quick search, Rizzo found what (he thought) he was looking for and accidentally disengaged the power supply to the pacifier helm.
*Praise the Emperor, Burn the heretic, Praise the Emperor, Hate the alien, Praise the Emperor, The Ecclessiary has saved your soul, Praise the -click- Emperor...... so much pain... so much hate... Time to KILL!*
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909) Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 05/12/2003 10:31:31 Message: Sneaking among the wreckage outside, Silos picked up a lasrifle and checked the powerpack runes. About two-thirds left, fine. He noticed the Arbitrators making a controlled withdrawal as more gangers rolled up to join their brethren. Looking around he noticed a half-machine man charge another. A Flagellant! That was Voke's, it looked like it was going berserk! Well, I don't want to be near that thing, but I'm already too close. It probably picked me up on an auspex already...
OOC: Go ahead and use Silos for backup shots, Thorn. Maybe we can *finally* reveal you! You will know Silos as the guard of Stryde.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 05/12/2003 21:09:38 Message: Voke walked out of what was left of the auction building. Voke had been left to clear up the mess. Not something he liked doing. Damn! Everthing had happened so fast, Voke had barley had a chance to make a difference. Stryde had chased after Van Helser but no one had chased after Karakus Ray. Voke decided that he neaded to contact Stryde, regroup and then plan their next move. Voke walked out of the building with Ela on one side and Eswt on another. Eswt's blade was covered in gore; she has killed nearly everone in that room; well that's what it looked like. Ela's bolt pistols were still smoking and she had used nearly all of her ammo. It looked like they would have to get more supplies. As for injuries they were doing well. Eswt didn't have a scratch on her even through her clothes had the odd slice or scorch; typical! Ela had a couple of bruises and a gash on her arm were someone tried to stop her firing her bolt pistols everywhere; they failed; Voke had made sure of that! Voke guessed he must have looked like hell. He had barley been involved in the action and thanks to his daemon blade he hadn't suffered even a graze from that; but the psykic battle he was engaged in most of the time had worn him out; alot. Voke looked around and saw Silo; good he'd be able to contact Stryde through him. Voke felt fear comming from. Voke looked where Silo was looking and saw a man; Voke probed his mind and found Inquisition training, and good will towards Stryde, good! This probably Thorn. But he was scared as well; why? Then Voke saw. His acro-flagellent, and it's pacifier helm had been completely uncoupled; this was bad. It's electra-flail was powered up and crackeling; it's great hammer also crackled with a small amount of power. A daedly combination, strange why Voke hadn't seen it often. the electro-flail to trap limbs and weapons while dealing alot of pain; and while you couldn't move and massive great hammer, crackling with energy. Strong enough to destroy most weapons and shove past most others! Voke had to think quickly.
2507 was unleashed and a man was right infront of it. 2507 dived at him, his elctro-flail lashing out and causing 5 slashes to the head of the man. That would normally has stunned a person; allowing the following hammer to smash through thier head but this man was still on his feet and dodged the hammer; just! 2507 launched itself again.
Thorn was in trouble and he knew it. Damn that thing was fast! Thorn had seen injectors of every drug he could think of, including barrage; he needed help. Before he could blink he had 5 lashes from the electro-flail across his face, he only just dodged the hammer aimed for him head. It passed so close that it actually brushed his ear. Thorn wanted to turn and run but that would be suicide; but so would staying around! As far as he could se he was dead. 2507 came at him again, a different type of attack. it obviusly had a differnt set of attck routines if the person surived the first attack. This was not good. The hammer came first, going for his midrift, Thorn dodged but as he leapt aside the electro-flail wrapped around his leg and pulled him back, so hard that it felt as if it had been pulled out of it's socket. thorn lay on the floor. The hammer came rushing down towards his head. Thorn sat up underneath the blow. The acro-flagellant was now atop of him. He kicked it in the gut with his free leg and with both hands grabbed it round the neck and tried to throw it off him, in the direction it had attacked. it didn't work. It landed on it's feet and had taken Thorn with him. Thorn was lifted through the air and brought down hard on the ground, he heard something brake. He could barley see the hammer rushing towards him, let alone the elctro-flail lashing out again and agian.
Voke reached out with his mind and replugged the pacifier helm back in and spoke the word to deactivate 2507, just in time. Voke aslo had to use his powers to stop the falling hammer hitting Thorn in the head. The hammer blow landed with theath shuddering power two inches to the right of Thorns head. Voke walked up to Thorn. "Sorry about that. I'm Voke. I guess your Thorn? Here let me help you." Voke kneeled down and set to work using his powers. He started to renit broken bones and flesh, healing Thorn in a few minutes what would have taken his body several weeks atleast; it was the fact Voke could do this even mid fight which is why he was still alive today.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:39:36 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 05/12/2003 21:15:02 Message: Rizzo jerked backwards as the arco-flagellant suddenly screamed and came to life. The hammer, now humming with some electrical field, missed pulverising his head by inches as 2705 turned around to face him.
Without warning the mind-slave charged directly at Rizzo, swinging its deadly electro-flail in a windmill fashion. One pass cut a quintiple-gash across his cheek, ripping the synth-skin and the tender flesh underneath, leaving a light electric shock to pass through his body. Rizzo blocked the next swing of the flail with his power axe; the five tendrils were sheared off by the blade but the powerful electric field knocked Rizzo into the wall and the power weapon out of his hand and down the alley. The amputated tendrils writhed on the ground like large metallic worms. Someone in the alley behind 2705 was firing a lasgun but the flagellant barely seemed to notice; the smell of burnt flesh quickly filled the alleyway.
With the monster quickly aproaching, Rizzo pulled the strange pistol from his belt and aimed. With a roar of bloodlust, the arco-flagellant swung his massive hammer in such a wide arc that it could not possibly miss the guilder mercenary. Rizzo fired, "DIE MONSTER!". A white cloud of sticky filament expanded and engulfed the arco-flaggelant's head and began to tighten at an amazing rate. It did not, however, halt the swing of the massive weapon or even deaden the unavoidable impact.
"oh, Feth"
The electro-hammer smashed into his side, shattering several ribs and sending waves of power and intense pain through his organs, throwing his ragdoll body through the air to crash into the side of a large metal trash-receptacle. As system shock took away his conciousness, he swore he heard more las shots, a strangled scream of pain, and the thump of something large hitting the ground beside him.
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909) Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 06/12/2003 03:59:52 Message: (OOC: In case y'all hadn't noticed I've no bloody idea what's going on. Would someone please tell me!?)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 06/12/2003 13:12:49 Message: Well Thorn was o.k but he'd made abit of a mess of 2507. Damn! Voke would have to get it patched up. Well that shouldn't be two hard. And it would give Voke a chance to try out some of the idea's he'd had about changed what 2507 was equiped with. Voke had voxed in some of his lesser servants. Some of those adimistrative people he had working for him, the one's who got him the equipment he wanted. Voke briefed them on what he wanted them to do with 2507; thanfully they said they would be finished in a couple of hours. Good 2507 would probably be usefully for finally taking down Karakus Ray.
Voke had finished renitting Thorns damaged body back together. Thorn's eyes opened. "I'm Inquisitor Voke, again I am very sorry for my acro-flagellent. I assume your Thorn. i belive now would be a good time for me, you and Stryde to sit down and plan our next move." Voke turned, good Silo was still there. "Silo, don't worry this man is Thorn. I believe now would be a good time to get in touch with Stryde?" Thorn's bones and cuts may have been healed and so may his torn muscles but his mind hadn't regisitered this yet; that was comman for people who hadn't had this done to them before. It took time for the mind to ajust. Thorn's was still telling him that he had several cracked bones and would be dead if he didn't get help. "Don't worry, I've mended your bones, you are in know danger. It will be some time before your mind notices that you are no longer injured though." Putting one of Thorn's arms over his should Voke lifted him up. Ela and Eswt moved over to help Voke but he dismissed them. Silo came over to them.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 06/12/2003 15:23:38 Message: Silos watched the struggle with a controlled fear, an emotion he had long been with in the Cadian 4th. He had seen one other flagellant before, and he knew that not even a head shot could stop one of these monstrosities. "Frag!" he spat through bloodied teeth, he couldn't get a shot thorugh the combat! Then just as quick as the fight began, it was over. Voke's cloaked form waded through the bodies to his pet.
"Voke!" Silos cried out, the pain in his back returning. He waved weakly to his retinue and fingered his vox-link. "Jenna, contact w/ Voke and an unknown helper received. Will update..." His commander issued a curt 'Roger' as he slowly go to his feet. He continued to scan the area as he approached his apparent comrades. "War makes for strange bedfellows," the old Major quietly mused to himself.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 06/12/2003 15:47:14 Message: The shuttle compound was deserted; an odd parody of itself from those few hours before when Van Helser had watched the traitor bring in the illegal wares.
The Inquisitor and Quirrick stomped across the tarmac towards the shuttle hangar at the far end. They were bound to find at least one shuttle fuelled and ready to go.
'It's a bit too quiet for my liking,' Quirrick whispered, while cautiously scanning the landing pad.
'I agree,' Van Helser said, his hand straying to his scabbard, 'but whether it is settling or not doesn't really matter. If there is no-one to oppose us, we will make our exit in short order.'
'Yeah, suppose so...' Quirrick answered slowly as they reached the hangar doors. Quirrick hit a button and the doors cycled open, revealing the bulky silhouettes of half a dozen craft. 'You do know how to fly one of these, don't you?' the ex-bounty hunter asked.
'It has been a while, but you don't forget that easily,' Van Helser answered. 'I just prefer it when other people pilot for you,' he added with a smile. 'Now which of these looks like it'll get us up to the spire quickest?' he asked, more to himself than to Quirrick.
Suddenly there was a great crashing noise, and an armoured limo burst through the compound's entrance, sending the chain-link gates flying.
Feeling the psychic disturbance caused by the traitor's wards, Van Helser cursed; there was just no way out of this day's mess.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:40:10 GMT -5
Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 06/12/2003 18:19:13 Message: OOC: LOL! Ahh haa haha haa ha! IC: Screeching to a halt while spinning 45 degrees, the limo tossed its two passangers about the spacious back compartment.
"Dammit! What did I hire you for!" Karakus spat against the back of the driver's head. "Here's your payment." He snatched the assassin's catapult and wizzed a shot into his would-be savior driver. Blood and brain painted the windshield with a short *Blap!* Tossing the weapon back to her, Karakaus stepped out of the limo.
Just noticing the other occupants to this particular bay, he scrunched his eyes staring at them. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The assassin redied her gear before exiting on the opposite side of the limo, crouching and silent. "Be you friend or foe?" the heretic captain stated more than asked as he slipped his arm into the armblade at his leg.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Dante Replied on: 06/12/2003 18:48:55 Message: The plasteel blast doors exploded inwards, flinging Van Helser to the ground and blowing bits of the synethetic metal everywhere. In the doorway hovered a speeder. A woman in purple and a magos got out of it...Van Helser scrambled to his feet...Don't they ever give up?
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 06/12/2003 21:14:42 Message: Stryde reached with her mind for her psi-track. She saw through Karakus' eyes inside the Limo. He was rattling obscenities as his vehicle entered the shuttle bay, then he blasted his driver. Exiting her cognition, she narrowly avoided collisiion with a building. Shaking the psychics away, she focused on speeding to the shuttle bay, pissed.
"We approach the Inquisitor's location," the Magos stated in his mechanical vox-inflected voice. He flicked off his tracking device. As they approached the bay, Igor powered up the weapons and fired at the door.
As the smoke cleared, Jenna and Igor readied themselves. Her, holding her wound as it painted red her slim purple-clad leg, charging her tech-forged power claw. Him, testing the powercells of the rifle he had originally handed Inquisitor Stryde.
"What a lovely triangle," Jenna seethed through clenched teeth. The pain and blood-loss was taxing her thinking. Karakus straightened and visibly relaxed when he saw her.
"Inquisitor," speaking to Van Helser, "help me rid this woman and the priest and I will grant you passage from this pit."
"Van Helser, I will grant you pardon from your crimes when you assist me." Igor gave a crazed look to Jenna who quickly placed her bloodied hand up. "I do require some questioning though, but no harm will come to you now."
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Dante Replied on: 06/12/2003 21:30:20 Message: If igor had eyebrows, they would have shot off his face by now, but he contented himself by leveling the reuctor rifle at Van Helser...
'As you wish, Jenna...' Igor said heavily...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel Replied on: 07/12/2003 06:01:49 Message: Vardafalas looked out the forward windscreen as the Valkyrie passed over the space port. Isn't this a lovely gathering? he thought to himself. The Valkyrie turned about and made a low, slow descent towards the spaceport. Sara leapt out as Vardafalas touched down. He quickly removed the vehicles restraints and jumped out, donning the last vestament of his last offical position among the DarkEldar, his tormenter helm. Across his back, his punisher was slung. The pilot jumped back into the thingypit and jetted off some distance....
(OOC: For those who haven't been reading the "Eldar "SWAT" warband" thread, Vard's past has changed somewhat as I get closer to getting the rulebook... which should have been in Friday... yarg... anyway. His old sword was a powersword, not a diresword, now. And before he was a corsair/pirate, he was an Incubus when he accidentally started to manifest psychic talent. In Cammoragh, this is akin to a death sentence (except more painful, naturally) as the Dark Eldar view psykers as amusing playthings. So he single-handedly started a rather sizeable slave revolt during which he escaped. On his way out he had a confrontation with his lover, an Incubi Mistress, who elevated him to the status of Incubus from the status of Wych, and now she's sworn to hunt him down until the Rhana Dandra. Anyway. Enjoy. His armor is thusly Incubus armor from head-to-toe and the gauntlet mounted shuriken pistols are now standard in their ammo feed compared to EldarOnline's gauntlet weapons, but are still retractable and were ordered for him specially by the Incubi Mistress. If anyone wants to name her, give her a past and RP her, feel free to, as I feel it would be appropriate for them to have a confrontation during or after the space port sequence. Just be so kind as to email me and I'll give you my thoughts and a better history of their (*cough* appropriate *cough*) contact together.)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned." Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 07/12/2003 13:44:46 Message: Van Helser looked at the faces of those offering him sanctuary; the traitor grinned maniacally, the woman was stern faced.
'I cannot trust the words of either of you,' he began, 'on the one hand I have a free ride out of here,' the traitor looked appreciative, 'but that comes with the damnation of the soul.' Now the Inquisitor was looking happier. 'On the other, I am turning myself over to fellow members of the Inquisition, bloodthirsty as they are, but I will be saving my soul.' Now the Inquisitor and the trader were both looking expectant.
Quirrick had pulled his pistols from their holsters. The magos was sighting his rifle. The limber female beside the trader had her finger resting on the trigger of her shuriken catapult. Crian'laar was calling out to Van Helser.
'I have a choice to make, and neither choice bodes well for me,' Van Helser continued. 'I will no doubt burn in the fires of redemption at some time in my life, but I do not wish it to happen now.' The female Inquisitor's power claw crackled into life as rage flowed across her features. 'There is no chance of me escaping if I side with you, traitor-scum; my soul will be tortured by daemons innumerable. And you, Inquisitor will gladly see me put to the torch. I hope I can strike a bargain when this ends.'
In a blur of movement, Van Helser seized Crian'laar from it's sheath, his mind made up on just who he was going to smite down.
Chaos would not rule this day.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:40:40 GMT -5
Reply author: EvilDead Replied on: 07/12/2003 15:30:01 Message: Karakus grinned with an evil twinkle when the large Inquisitor said the last, thinking he would be chosen. Then he saw the hideous blade produced and brandished in his direction, almost too late.
"WHAT?" yelling, he crouched into a defensive pose. The assassin cunningly rolled around the back of the car to fully utilize her cover.
Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 07/12/2003 15:48:32 Message: Her hair on the left side of her head began to stand on end from the pulsing blue electricity arching off her arm. The juice gave her new life, the pain escaped as she felt the machine spirit become one with her. Her sea green eyes blazed jade fire after seeing Van Helser's intensions. Karakus would die tonight!
The Magos at her side sensed movement behind the limo and let loose a blast from his great rifle, blowing a hole through the limo. The warriors were a blur of action as the blast metamorphed the car. The particle make-up of the grav-car ionized, causing a very unstable reaction to occur. All parties dove as the long car exploded, shoving all away.
Recovering her footing, the light Lady Inquisitor scanned quickly. She caught sight of the lithe assassin on the move, just as she fired a volley at Stryde. Microdiscs richocheted every which-way as Jenna slammed on the gas and sprinted for cover.
The Magos, hardly phased from the explosion (his bio-metal frame is ALOT heavier than the rest of them) swung behind a damaged shuttle, preparing another charge from his devestating weapon.
Van Helser and Quirrick ended up side-by-side closer to Karakus, who ran from them once he got up. "Haa haa haa! You will all fall this day Inquisitors!" he blurted as he jumped behind a repair post. Quirrick peppering the air where he was with his weapons.
The skirmish was almost a perfect octagon of contenders.
OOC: I hope this turns out to be an exciting melee! Also, I know you don't know Jenna personally Van Helser, but she just promised that on her own blood (the hand gesture).
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 07/12/2003 20:20:19 Message: Van Helser stormed after the traitor, Quirrick laying down covering fire. He wanted the man dead, mainly as proof that he was no heretic, but also because it was his fault that Van Helser wasn't onboard his ship on the way back to Dufaux and the daemonhost.
As Van Helser turned a corner, a blade shot out and would have decapitated him if he had not had Crian'laar raised. The trader had some form of xenos weapon attached to his arm, the blade looked lethal, capable of splitting power armour with the merest caress. Crian'laar seethed with barely controlled bloodlust in his hands, taunting him to loose control, to allow the rage to flow into him, to become one with the daemon. Not yet, he thought, I will best him on my own, the rage I have myself should be enough.
'Why did you not accept my offer, Inquisitor?' the traitor asked.
'I am not ready to give my soul to the dark powers,' Van Helser replied, 'and I doubt I ever will be.' He swung with Crian'laar, the traitor nimbly parried and spun, slashing up with his own blade, Van Helser dodged the blow. The traitor then initiated a rapid flurry of blows that Van Helser had trouble fending off. The traitor relented, smiling. 'What is so amusing, scum?' Van Helser asked.
'You are bleeding,' he answered quietly. He was right. Van Helser looked down at his left arm; there was a deep gouge just above the elbow. Van Helser cursed and then steeled himself. It was going to take something special to beat this man; his skill with the blade was unnatural. Crian'laar called to it's master, it begged to be let loose inside his mind and body. Van Helser relented, the daemon had already been in control of him today, and his senses had taken long to recover. He could not afford that luxury again. He needed something simpler, something down to earth. Something like a burst of gunfire.
Quirrick rounded the corner, blasting simultaneously with his laspistol and stubber. The heretic threw up a force ward and the shots dissipated harmlessly. It didn't matter though, he was distracted. Van Helser thrust with what should have been a killing blow. Inexplicably, the traitor just laughed at the daemon blade embedded in his chest. The laugh became distorted; deeper and more resonant. There was a discharge of energy and Van Helser, Crian'laar and Quirrick were sent flying backwards.
In place of the heretic stood a daemon beyond description. It's body was a shimmering mosaic of colour, it's face a swimming sea of features, disturbing and alluring at the same time. It raised it's head and roared in celebration of it's own birth.
(OOC is it OK to have Multhaa erupt now? I was thinking everyone can have a shot at beating it up, as there could have been some bored bystanders if Karakus had lasted longer in single combat. If not say the word and I'll change this right away.) Reply author: Dante Replied on: 07/12/2003 21:05:38 Message: The magos iamed at the mighty deaemon and fired two shots...it was useless, the shots were merely absorbed by the daemon, which crackled with energy...a bolt of chaos energy slammed into Igor, completely envelpoing him. Jenna let out a scream, which was stifled as the magos' form became clear again, he was holding out his power axe, the energy was being absorbed into it...the daemon realized what was happening and stopped...
What little was left of Igor's face contorted with effort, his entire frame convusled with crackling energy. As he took step after step forward it looked like he was wading through treacle. His axe was shimmering a dark orange rather than the usual blue, sparks flew from it, striking the Magos...it was clear he was in great pain... as he staggered forwards towards the daemon it laughed and launched itself at him. Igor brought the axe up, no longer sluggish, and down again, onto the daemon's head...there was an amazing flash of light. All this happened in a fraction of a second, and as the daemon reeled back, Jenna saw Igor as she had never seen him before...
His red magos robe had been incinerated, as had the flesh of his face. He stood there, a mass of whirring servos with only one semblance of humanity...his skull, what little it was possible to see was covered with blood, all of the flesh had been stripped from it and Igor's bionic eyes whirred in his sockets, they had changed from the usual green to bright, sparkling red...Jenna screamed again as the daemon launched itself, again the machine cult forged blade lashed out, again the daemon howled with pain as it fell backwards...
Igor advanced on it, axe held at his side...he spoke in a voice Jenna had never heard him use, a deep booming one that filled the whole room...the prayers of the machine cult, praise to the godmachine, and also the prayers of the emperor, the daemon howled in agony, but lached out one last time, the amgos, deep in his trance, didn't react...
Jenna cried out as the daemon's power cleft the Magos down the middle, he stood still for a moment, then toppled forwards...no visible mark upon him...his green light turned to red on Jenna's device...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:41:02 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 07/12/2003 22:32:58 Message: OOC: That's fine. THis thread's gone on long enough anywho, but I hope to parlay w/ Van Helser after if that's o.k.? IC: "In the Name of the Earth God, Lord Emperor of all Humanity, receive my PRAYER!" Inquisitor Stryde charged past the still-falling Magos. Multhaa's skin was slick and pale with odd bright colors in disarray. "YOUR PUNY HUMAN DIETY IS NO MATCH FOR CHANGE INCARNATE!" With but a thought, the entire room blackened in darkness, the will of the sick Daemon unleashed.
With a guttural snarl, Stryde punched her left arm hard into the daemon's stomach, slamming it backward. She dug in with her claw, feeling the ooze flow over the machine-spirit. "YES, EXQUISITE PAIN!" Multhaa revelled. Bringing his great arms over his head and down, he smashed Jenna on the back hard. Her breath effortlessly knocked from her, she could do nothing but open and close her great claw in the chaotic filth.
The assassin woman spun from her hiding place and opened fire on the daemon and woman. Her senses abandoned, she had lost hope of survival upon seeing the great beast. The molecular shuriken shots harmlessly reflected off the Daemon, but some hit and shredded Jenna where she knelt. Her carapace armor dented and sliced, she bled in half a dozen places while Multhaa just laughed at their futile efforts.
Van Helser saw his opportunity. Rushing behind the fray, he drew his hand-flamer blessing it thrice under his breath. "Burn and Fry," he blurted as he depressed the trigger. Flames climbed the hulking torturer, issuing a half-laugh, half-cry from the monster. Quirrick continued to fire, reloading quickly and firing some more.
A look of supreme shagrin crept over Multhaa's visage as the flames spread, the ammo wasn't wasted from the Inquisitor's guard either. Wounds began to appear from the catapult and Quirrick's shots. His massive skull began to split where the Magos had slammed his axe home. "YOUR GOD IS DEAD!" spreading his arms wide, gauts of flame danced from the Daemon. Lines of fire snaked away to spread on shuttle fuel, filling the bay with dark smoke.
Magos Igor stumbled toward Jenna, looking like a creature of chaos himself. Picking up speed, he almost tripped, and jumped hard into Jenna's back. Plugging into her tech-forged power weapon, he felt the ichor of chaos try to taint the Holy metal. With a last burst of consciousness that the Lady Inquisitor no longer had, the tech-priest shoved her arm blade up and deep into the chest cavity of Multhaa! The machine spirit scything it's way to the creature's chaotic heart.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn Replied on: 08/12/2003 00:59:05 Message:
Thorn placed a shaking hand to his cheek, his disguise forgotten, and ripped great shreads of synth-skin from his face. "Karakus Ray, we must find him before he escapes. If he -", Thorn was cut off by the Cadian guardsman.
"We are on the way to rendevue presently. Sounds like heavy fighting, though, so get prepared. And Thorn? Good to have you with us."
Inquisitor Thorn turned abruptly towards the other agent of the emperor, "Voke". Voke turned from his conversation with one of his two lithe killers to focus on the still "injured" inquisitor, "Yes?"
"She doesn't know about it. Stryde doesn't know about it!", he was almost ranting. He had to get his message out before shock took him again.
"Thorn, what doesn't she know about?" inquired Voke, who had lowered himself to be face to face with him.
Silos spoke from the front of the transport, "we're here".
Thorn's next word was felt more than heard. In a hushed voice, he whispered, "Multhaa"
"I can't make him understand that biting's no good" -A. Swinburne (1909) Reply author: Dante Replied on: 08/12/2003 13:57:49 Message: The aid that he had given to Jenna had taken the last of the Magos' power, his eyelights switched off, and he toppled backwards, hitting the ground hard and without flinching...he lay motionless...
His body started to spark with the raw chaos energy that he had absorbed, long sparks danced all over him, short circuiting, burning, destroying...his power axe melted into aglobule of boiling metal, ond his bolt pistol fused onto his leg, slithering down it as it melted...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 08/12/2003 18:32:51 Message: Ela and Eswt visably shudered at the name of the choas being; and both of them were relativily resiliant to chaos having been beside Voke's side. Even Voke felt a chill go down his spine. "Then we'd better do something about it! Ela, Eswt you both still have your blades don't you? Good! Have you got a couple spare?" Ela nodded and handed Voke two spare. "That's what i keep you here for Ela isn't it. Here you go Thorn. this will distract and injure the daemon having being blessed by servants of mine everyday for over a hundred years. They won't do much to the choas spawn but every little helps against choas."
They jumped out of the cab and ran towards the building. Ela and Eswt infront with thier weapons ready. Voke and Thorn behind; voke had Nul'Ra in a two handed grip and was awakening the blade to full life so it would be of full use. It didn't even bother trying to take over Voke's mind, it's spirit was finally broken; good! The four ran into the building hurriedly but with causion.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
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