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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:38:39 GMT -5
Reply author: khornes_rage Replied on: 13/01/2004 11:05:38 Message: Ro barely flinched as the car right behind him exploded. He forced himself to his feet and his eyes burned with fury. It seemed a few of the heretics were covering the rest's advance.
Turning back slightly he called out "Jenna? Juxt?" He nodded as they raised carefully shielded against the hail of fire pelting their way. Ro did not seem to notice bullets and lasblasts whisking within inches of his face or the impacts against his armour. He raised his bolter toward the heretics infront of them "MAY THE EMPEROR PROTECT THE INNOCENT!" He roared opening up his bolter on full auto. The staccato roar was deafening and heretics fell, limbs shattered, holes blown in torsos. Ro began stepping forward slowly and with purpose, boltgun still firing. There was a clack and a spent ammo clip ejected out the side of the boltgun, its internal mechanisms clicking as they moved toward the next of the 5 ammo clips.
Suddenly another missile arced out of nowhere toward Ro, impacting with his torso. There was a flash of light and a clap of noise louder than thunder. No one could see anything momentarily as smoke billowed everywhere. The rebels cheered as Jenna and Juxt gasped. Then as the smoke cleared the rebels went silent as Ro forced himself to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His armour was chipped but appeared to have taken the blast. Raising his boltgun again Ro grinned and began reciting litinys of faith and singing Imperial hymns, his deep powerful voice booming over the resumed gunfire...
------------------ Every morning i awake and curse life for continuing.
I'd put a shameless plug here, but is there much point? Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 13/01/2004 12:41:04 Message: Jenna landed in a crouch from the car explosion. Juxt got to his feat and leaped for the left flank up the stairs, monstrous weapon swatting lasfire shots aside. He crashed into the mob with furiosity, batting weapons and limbs aside. He noticed a great cannon aimed toward his comrades on the other side of the mob. Juxt followed the smoke trail from the rocket launcher as it raced to the power armored Inquisitor.
Her arm shielded her face from the missile blast. Impossibly, Ro stood and took the hit. She brought her bolter to bear, augmented arm supporting it. With a yell she had not let loose in years, she returned fire with explosive shells. Instinctually, she thumbed the charger rune for the melta attachement.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquisitor wood Replied on: 13/01/2004 13:30:02 Message: Nade watched with satisfaction as his forces over welmed the remaining palace guard in the palace grounds, no doubt there were more inside the palace. He turned to see a misile arching its way towards the huge figure of inquisitor Ro Hymunin, there was an imposibly bright light and a loud clap of thunder like noise as the misile hit him in the abdomen. a smile broke across Nade's face, which quikly turned to laughter, he couldn't wait for the smoke to clear so he could see Ro's mangled boddy lying in pieces across the road. The light breaze drifted the smoke away, Nades laughter stopped and turned into a scream of anger, Ro was still alive and shooting rebels to pieces. There was no time to deal with Ro at the moment, with him and the other Inquisitor pinned down out side the palace walls there was no way they could reach nade in time to stop him from killing the govenar. Nade ran twoards the front door, and threw himself shoulder first into it, the door held, it was barikaded and there were at least ten guards indie re-enforcing it with thier own weight. Nade stepped back and opened fire on the door with his pulse carbine, blowing several glowing holes in it and blowing apart the head of one of the guards inside. He shouted to his men and signalled twoards the door, "Altogether, CHARGE!" As one the rebels and Nade slammed into the door, this time it gave in and colapsed. The rebels rushed inside, with the guns firing on semi and full auto. Nade layed down a stream of blue plasma balls, then he unscrewed the cylender of ammo from the butt of the gun and inserted a new one. Now he and about 22 of his surviving rebels were inside the palace, no-one could stop them now..............
Fear is only a word! Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 13/01/2004 15:09:46 Message: Van Helser wasn't going to let Melphane scupper his plans now, especially with the prophecy so near completion. But he couldn't reveal the intricacies of the prophecy, not to an Ordo Malleus operative, it would be the end of the venture and probably their lives. But was Melphane just bluffing? No, he wasn't the sort. He had no reason to need the information; he would gladly delight in blowing apart someone of less "purity" than he.
'You will tell me now!' Melphane roared, 'or she will die Van Helser.' He raised the remote to eye height, making sure that Van Helser had a good view over the thing deciding his acolyte's fate.
Van Helser sighed. Voor'acht tutted. 'You do not know just what you are dealing with do you?' Van Helser asked as scheptically as he could. 'There is more at work here than you, I, and even the Emperor. We are in the lieu of the daemonic, and if we do not utilise every weapon we have, we will die, and this world shall come to ruin.'
'Don't patronise me!' Melphane answered. 'I am a member of the Ordo Malleus, I understand the machinations of the daemonic, and I do my utmost to destroy all their works. And what of Dufaux? Is she a weapon we need? And against what is she needed?'
'Voke sensed it. A daemon, probably a greater daemon, was summoned to this place. How or why, we do not know, but it is here. Make no mistake, this is a terrible foe, that would best any of us, even Voor'acht, should we have the stupidity to face it.'
'But Dufaux can?'
'No. Not directly.' Van Helser paused. He had to tell Melphane something but how far could he go? 'If that greater daemon is released, we can expect only death. With Dufaux alive, we will have an ally to fight it, and beat it.'
Melphane pieced together the rest, it all fitted now. 'I knew it,' Melphane said with disgust, 'she has a dispicable pact with Khorne! You shall all burn for this, mark my words.' He flicked the cover off the detonation switch on the remote.
'Khorne caress not from where the blood flowss!' Voor'acht said with urgency, before it composed itself again. 'You know that don't you? You have sspent much time in the company of hiss bloodlusst, I ssee through you, Inquissitor.' Voor'acht hovered over to face Melphane directly. 'Do not be ssoo sstupid, I can ssee you value your own life, and the life of thiss planet.'
Melphane hesitated. Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 13/01/2004 16:02:52 Message: Melphane slowly took his thumb off the button. His blind eyes turned to Van Helser.
"Here."
He tossed the detonator to the Inquisitor. Melphane turned to face the Daemonhost.
"Ok. She lives, but only because she may be useful. As for your seeing through me and taste for Khorne. You have no idea. I have tasted the lust for blood many a time. I have had many followers, most of whom were close, give into the Blood God. And I've had to put every last one of them to death."
Melphane turned and ran back into the fray. He mentally caled to the beast waiting in his Suppressor tank outside the club. He let the man bloodlust flow thorugh him and take over. It was time to show that daemonhost what the real Melphane fought like.
All he could hear was heartbeats. His and the people around him. His clairvoyance blurred to red and all he could think of was to kill, to destroy the hated Slaanesh enemy. The heartbeats quickened, his vision blurred more and more, and the bloodlust was starting to take over.
How far should he go, Melphane wondered, when should he stop? When would he know it was to late? Melphane hoped he would know.
"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!" - Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:39:05 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 13/01/2004 19:01:34 Message: Voke was in shock. Van Helser was being so cold, and the way he was speaking it was as if Dufaux was something very special in this prophesy. As if she was influenced by the daemonic. Eswt had seen it in the way she now fought. Van Helser had confirmed it when he was explaining to Meplhane. Navalis and his squad looked completly confused and Voke wasn't much better off. Melphane was such a blundering idiot. He would be the ruin of them all. Ela and Eswt were thankfully o.k. And it would appear that Melphane wasn't as puritan as he looked. He was the worst kind. A puritan which uses daemonic, just as uneducated but even more dangerous. Voke hated being left in the dark. There was alot more going on then would appear. Thankfully he had abit more support then everyone else. Voke trained his mind and used his powers to exchanges messages no one else would even be able to detect.
"Navalis." "Sir?" "Navalis, would your squad be able to cope if I talked to them psycically?" "Yes sir!"
"Right squad listen up! Don't do anything! Just act as if I'm not communicating with you! Right things are getting very confusing here. And I'm as much in the dark as you. You need to be watching out all the time. Never lower your weapons. Van Helser is not a heretic but I'm not certain he know's what he's getting into. Melphane could be the main problem. Also alot could happen very quickly. Be ready. Be the best. Your actions HERE and NOW may determin the fate for an entire sector, possibly even for the entire Imperialum. What you do on this planet may save the Emperor's life. You making one extra shot here may be as useful as an entire Titan on Terra should it go that far. The Emperor is truly with us and He needs you NOW! IN THIS HOUR THE EMPEROR IS DEPENDING ON YOU! YOU WILL NOT LET HIM DOWN! And on my word be ready to show these choas scum why they will never beat us. Because there are men like you! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
Redirecting his thoughts Voke made contact with Van Helser. "Damn Melphane! Remeber there is someone else who still has a switch to the bomb on Dufaux. I have opened my mind fully to the warp and my powers are as refined as possible. Do you wish me to disarm the bomb?"
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 13/01/2004 21:59:13 Message: 'That would be helpful, yes do it.' Van Helser's reply was blunt and he seemed far away. He sent a telepathic message to Quirrick, who seemed a little confused, but followed out his order to withdraw nontheless.
Melphane. It was so unfortunate that he had to come across him here. At this precise moment in his life. Whether or not he meant it, Melphane was interfering more than anyone had before. Van Helser wondered whether Melphane had just ignored what he had been told, or did not understand; neither would surprise him. There he had gone, charging in and smiting the cultists when Van Helser had just explained the need for Dufaux and Dufaux alone to be shedding their blood. He was either a mightily ignorant man, or a mightily arrogant one.
Dufaux had nearly lost control. She was not the woman swinging blows with the chainsword anymore. It was someone else. Something else. With the strength of many, and the frenzied bloodlust of a nation of barbarians. Her sweeps with the blade would scythe down handfuls of the cultists at a time. But the speed at which the swing took place was inconceivably quick. She was as nimble as a Death Cultist but as strong as a chrono-gladiator. No one could get near her. Her bloodlust was not quenched by each enemy felled. It could not be quenched. It was growing with every kill she made. She roared, but made sounds she did not recognise. A voice inside her head kept saying "skulls for the skull throne;" she did not understand, but the mantra was working. She had singlehandedly ripped the heart out of the cult. At least fifty followers of the puny pleasure god were dead by her hand. Another fell with each and every thrust of the wailing chainsword. The Emperor would be pleased. Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 14/01/2004 06:14:31 Message: Melphane spun, his cheek laid open by a backhand swung of Defauxs chainsword. Panting he backed away, the lust ebbing from him. His strength fading.
He turned and walked back to Van Helser, barely able to hold onto his daemonhammer.
"You win. She is not herself, I can see that now. No man alive has that sort of strength and endurance. The daemon has taken hold, and she has been manifested with it's chaotic power. You leave me no choice."
Melphane hit his comm.
"Sister Shi'Andra. You have the go ahead. Do it now!"
Melphane turned his blind eyes to the group standing there.
"Behold your failure."
He turned and waited. Voke smiled. Melphane screamed in anger. Voke took a step back afraid the Inquisitor would lash out at them. But Melphane just laughed.
"Ha. You think that was all I had to offer? Be warned I am not finished yet."
Melphane stomped op the stairs and headed for the club exit. It was time. He needed to stop the madness now. And the only way to do so was to unleash a greater madness. Melphane chuckled as he headed towards the Suppressor.
"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!" - Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 14/01/2004 07:52:20 Message: Silos' men made a pathway to the front door where they dragged bodies of injured guardsmen and surviving nobles. The main room was almost completely without conflict now. Voke's telepathic commands left a horrible taste in his mouth. He spat.
He called on his comlink to his sergeants, "Fall back men, regroup. I don't like the sound of this. Navalis, tell Voke we have their backs. The rest of you, to me." He glared at the stairway that led down to the sounds of battle. He made another call, this one to Stryde.
Juxt ran after the remaining mob. He easily sliced at their charging backs dropping one and sometimes two at a time. They seemed to be in a state of rage under the command of this fallen Inquisitor, but these were NOT trained soldiers. The only thing keeping them going was their false security in numbers.
Jenna thought quickly, their 'retreat' charge hid this Nade well. If she could get a good sight-in on him, she could wrack his mind with some intense psychic pain. That wouldn't happen with all these crazed townsfolk around though.
She closed her eyes, not listening to the cries of the palace guards, not smelling the blood and cordite hanging in the air. The air around them dropped a few unnoticed degrees as her eyes opened. Her glazed-over gaze saw to the center of the mob pressing inward. Her hair began to rise out from an unknown static build-up, her mouth opened in a silent shriek. A dock worker involved in this coup blasted into flames, two of his collegues caught flame from the flying body parts. The center of the mob had broken from the unknown psychic attack.
Ro spat the blood out of his mouth and charged up the stairs two at a time. He caught up to the back of the infidels and tossed one down the stairs with his power fist. Chanting the Emperor's will as he blasted into their backs with his bolter, doing this in a way that looked like this was his day job. And it was. Until he saw the heretic spontaniously combust infront of him.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Inquisitor wood Replied on: 14/01/2004 13:51:45 Message: Nade led the rebels through the palace, it was his guess that the guards had escorted the govener to the roof were a hover vehicle would be waiting to take him to safety, Nade was prepared, he had left about 5 men outside, one of them with a misile launcher, concealed behind a pile of crates. if the govenar got off the groun he would be blow out of the sky faster than he could say, "What the hell is that rocket shaped thingy flying straight at me?!" Nade led the rebels upstairs, the uperhallway was well gaurded, as soon as the rebels rounded the corner out of the stair well, guards burst from every door and laid fire into the mob. nade and Stan hit the deck and returned fire, three rebels behind them were hit by a huge amont of laser shell and bulletts in such a short amount of time that they apeared to go from being normal men, to covered in blood and bleeding from every limb in just a few seconds. Nade shot down two guards then rolled out of the way as a trail of bullets stiched a path towards him, before they could catch up with him Nade shot the guard who was firing them. Nade got to his feet, un hooked a grenade and threw in into a room close to him, it detonated and the hallway infront of him was clouded by bloody smoke. nade drew his power sword and charged through the smoke, he caught a glimpse of one guard and ended his life with one clean stroke to the neck. He emerged on the other side of the smoke, infront of a guard who looked up at him in suprise, Nade stabbed him through the stomach before the he could respond, then he watched as the gaurd slid off his sword and Nade caught a glimpse of his name tag, gruff. Nade dived into a roo9m beside him to avoid a hail of oncoming fire. he put his sword away and drew his full auto shotgun. Nade stepped back into the corridor, leveled his shotgun, in seconds the corridor was filled with sprays of blood and thousands of little pellets that just kept coming out of the shotgun. The last guard slumped to the floor, Nade turned around, only 7 rebels left, they probably still out numbered the guards. Nade dashed up a stairway to the roof........
Fear is only a word!
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:39:36 GMT -5
Reply author: Lord Skrolk Replied on: 14/01/2004 14:18:59 Message: OOC: can someone email me a summary of whats happened
Death is death. Live with it. Harry. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 14/01/2004 19:32:51 Message: Navalis turned to Voke. "Sir, report from Silo. It appears that our troopers made a good difference. The fighting has nearly ended and there hasn't been too many casulties. Silo says he 'has our backs'." "Good. Navalis you and your squad focus mainly on our backs as well. Just incase Melphane comes back. Don't worry if we need you to fight fowards I'll give you warning. I just need you to give me warning if we need to fight backwards."
Voke turned to Van Helser. "Silo's cleared out most of the fighting upstairs. I'll use my powers to the full to detect if Melphane or something of his comes back."
Voke turned to Ela and Eswt. "Don't you worry about looking over your shoulders, the guardsmen are doing that for you. Just make sure your on full aleart."
Voke could feel his mind writhing. He'd never used this much power for so long; never had he been fully exposed to the warp for this long. It felt painful but he could feel his strength growing. Power he had never before imagine threatened to overwhelm him but he would mold that power into something he could use to fight in the name of the Emperor. It was almost as if because of such a strong choas presence this planet was charged with warp power, lending strength to those on it's surface. It was almost as if Voke was going through a revolution, raising himself unto a higher level. He could not lose concentration now.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 14/01/2004 22:14:01 Message: Voor'acht heard a familiar voice. The mad gnashing and roaring noises that spilled from Dufaux's mouth were not her own, but those of a terrible daemon prince. He had had such fury even before his elevation; he was a leader through exertion of force and his commitment to the cause. Collecting skulls for the skull throne. As a mortal he had been second in command to Voor'acht in their army that had laid waste to so many worlds all those millenia ago. He had taken charge of the remnants of the army, after the damned Grey Knights had banished Voor'acht from the mortal plain. He had built up the force again, to titanic levels, all then answering to Khorne and Khorne alone. And Khorne had been pleased. The gift of daemonhood had been blessed upon Ranchak the Bloody, and he had become one hundred times as powerful as he had been before. Indeed almost as powerful as Voor'acht, but not quite, and Voor'acht would make him remember that.
He too had fallen foul of the Grey Knights, a mere half millenia ago. But here he was, ready again to tear apart the mortal realm and spill the blood of thousands. So close to rebirth...
Voor'acht thought for a second he could feel the presence of another daemon. At first he thought it was just the puny being caught within Voke's blade making its jealousy known, but no, it was another. Another creation of the flesh god. But a mighty one. Oh dear, it said to itself. For the first time in hours, Voor'acht wasn't smiling. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 15/01/2004 17:55:43 Message: The pain Voke was going through was imense. It was like not other and the warp power Voke currently had access to was threatening to spill out. He could not so much feel but sense a glow in his chest and his head which was causing this pain. But not only was he going through pain Voke was going through a transformation. It didn't feel as if the pain was a fair trade off for whatever he was going to become. Suddenly the pain stopped. Voke when that that wasn't the last of it, there would be more later and it would be worse. Pain wracked his body quickly and Voke thought the pain was already; but he suddenly realised that he was just getting a glimps of what he was going to go through. He wasn't just seeing the future, he was feeling it!!! What was happening to him? What had just happened to Voke was just a foundation for what was going to happen. Voke didn't care about that now; he could feel and sense so much more. His psycic power had just increased. His rating was beta plus, pushing alpha. How could his power increase now? He had never heard of a psycic suddenly becoming stronger. More refined and in affect stronger; Voke had done it himself. He had originaly been measured as a delta plus, and through hundred's of years work had made himself more deadly; and then in the space of a few seconds he had suddenly become an alpha, pushing alpha plus.
There was a sudden rush as Voke's mind suddenly could detect so much more. It was too much for Voke to take all at once. Blackness overcame him.
Voke came round just a few seconds later. Eswt had caught him.
"Are you alright?" "Yes Eswt I'm fine." "Are you sure? What was wrong?" "It doesn't matter, I'm fine now"
"No I'm not" thought Voke. But he didn't know what was happening, how could Eswt help? With crystal clear relasation Voke observed that they wern't fine! Voke could see the daemon prince of khorne in Dufaux, a relativly yound one. Nealy as powerful as Voor'acht. Voke finally grasped how strong Voor'acht was, and how the daemon prince was unseatled. Voke saw it with his eyes. Voor'acht wasn't smiling. He could sense it as well. The greater daemon, a greater daemon of Slaneesh; bound within a blade, but a blade with weak bonds. It was preparing to escape. Nul'Ra started whispering. It could sense the greater daemon as well, but only through Voke. "Look's like I can help you fight now old friend", a smile crossed Voke's face as the thought acoured to him. Nul'Ra whispered, trying once more to possess Voke. "You couldn't do it before, you definatly can't do it now" Nul'Ra sudjested an idea to that thought, "then you can change my bounds, and let more menifest more of my power" "possibly but not now. the strength you have at the moment will surfice" Voke brought his mind totaly back from thought and away from communicating with Nul'Ra , he'd never done that before, to the hear and now. Nul'Ra left him with a parting thought.
"I'm not so sure....."
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 16/01/2004 07:04:53 Message: "Move, move, move!"
Shi'Andra ordered her troups to surround the back of the tank. Melphane stood in the center of the ring and watched as the treaded servitors wheeled the huge crate out of the rear hatch. In one hand he held his daemonhammer, in the other a huge khornate gretaxe with inquisitions seals on it.
The Sister Superior raised her hand and the Retributers raised thier four multi-meltas. Melphane grabbed the hatch and spun the crank until it clicked. With a smile he opened the door to the crate, all the Sisters of the White Rose tensed all at once. A few footsteps later the box was empty.
The Khorne Berserker stood in front of Melphus, the man who controlled him. His huge frame casting a shadow of Melphane. The berserker stretched, his huge muscles bulging and rippling. His red eyes stared at the group standing in front of him, scanning for any sign of fear. None. The berserker grunted a sound of contempt and brushed his long flowing hair away from his eyes, before looking at Melphus.
"What have you brought me out for?"
"Peregrine Tythus. A slaanesh cult has rooted itself here and is about to bring forth a greater daemon and possibly a prince as well. My suspicions are Inquisitor Van Helser is behind it, and possibly even Voke. There is a daemonhost called Voor'Acht, whom I suspect to be the mastermind behind the endeaver."
"Master Voor'Acht!"
The sigils on the axe flared slightly, but Melphane pured a bit of psychic energy into it to stop the rebelling mind of the berserker.
"Of course. I knew, I knew that name. You were one of his champions...destroy them all. Spill the most blood you can. Find the bloodbath and join the slaughter! Go! Now!"
Melphane tossed the axe at the berserker feet. The berserker roared and tore of down the street...away from the club. Melphane turned, confused.
"Hey! Not that way!"
Melphane growled. He would have to get closer to the berserker to change his orders. And why was he going that way anyway.
"Mount up Sisters. We're going after him. We have to change his orders, get him turned around."
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The rebel shot off a few more rounds before ducking behind the car for cover. The gaurdmen did not wait however and he rushed the rebels position, knife in hand. Leaping over the car he bore down on the rebel. The rebel dropped the pulse carbine and grabbed the imperial gaurdmans wrist, locking them in a struggle. They stared at each other. A roar from their left distracted them from their current prey.
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The Navalis Officer barked new order to his men. They were winning, but they had a large casualty list. He was trying to make it as short as possible.
"Sir, Look!"
He glanced left, his eyes widening. A rebel and a gaurdsmen flew through the air towards his postion, followed by two halves of a car.
"Move!"
A Gaurdsmen pushed the Officer to the gound and the one half of the car crushed the unfortunate gaurd. The resulting explosion burned most of the officer's hair and eybrows off. Shaken the officer stood up.
"What the hell was..."
It was like someone had hit him. The car was casually thrown aside by the hulk moving towards him, and fast. He felt his right leg getting warm. The huge blood-red axe rose, then descended. The officer felt no more.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!" - Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:40:03 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 16/01/2004 20:35:09 Message: Davidov burst into Mordantas' personal shrine room breathing heavily. Mordantas stopped swinging the newly possessed blade around his head and raised an eyebrow. 'What is the meaning of this interruption?' he asked, clearly annoyed by Davidov's rude entrance.
'Intruders... fighting in the club...' Davidov spurted between deep breaths. 'They're now downstairs... Inquisitors.'
The blade clattered to the floor. Mordantas growled. How had he been found out? He hated Puritans, always interrupting him at the worst possible moments. 'You are sure?' he demanded.
'Yes, at least three. The devotees are holding them back from the church right now, they need help.'
'And they shall have it!' Mordantas said as he reached down for the fallen blade. Now was a good time to test it.
Davidov lead Mordantas through the secret passages in the walls of the tunnels, to behind the lines of the oppressors. The daemonblade Kilesh was light in his hands, yearning to be unleashed. He was amazed at the power flowing through the now purple tinged blade, none would stand in his way anymore. Davidov tapped the section of wall to his left, and silently it rose to the ceiling. They ghosted out into the corridor, the wall slipping down behind them, with no sign of any edges to the door. Davidov slipped a crescent shaped dagger from his robes and raised it above his head. Mordantas lifted the blade to shoulder height. Uttering screams of hatred they barrelled into the rear of the Naval Security squad.
Kilesh ran through two men in as many seconds, a blur of purple in Mordantas' hands. Davidov cruelly slit the throat of one man, before slipping his blade into chest of another. The Navy men were slow to react, and it cost them dearly.
Kilesh shifted in its bindings. It had found the weak spot and was now tearing at the charms holding it tight. With a burst of terrible energies they came undone, and Kilesh was free. It leapt to the nearest unprotected mind, fortunately finding one with a slight psychic quality, and manifested itself.
Mordantas was lifted off his feet and thrown backwards down the corridor as the blade blasted itself apart. Davidov's body erupted in a shower of blood as something that could not fit inside a human body grew rapidly inside him. The Naval personnel fell back in disarray as a hulking form extended itself to fill the corridor. Its shoulders brushed the ceiling, its bull like head hunched between them. Two pairs of arms extended out to the walls of the corridor, great claws snapping open and shut in place of two of the hands.
Kilesh, Keeper of Secrets, Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, entered realspace for the first time in millenia.
Voor'acht turned and shrieked as it felt the discharge of psychic energy, as did Voke, silently wishing he had not been gifted with his new powers. Van Helser, Quirrick, Ela and Ewst all turned slowly as the Navy personnel ran down the corridor towards them, screaming at the top of their lungs. Only Dufaux, entranced in combat did not realise something was amiss.
'Throne...' Van Helser said quietly as he beheld the terrible form storming towards them. 'Voor'acht, do something!' he instructed the daemonhost panic clear in his voice.
If the daemonhost could cry, then it would have began as soon as it had sensed the presence of the Keeper of Secrets. Contained within this feeble body he had not the power to even scratch the daemon. In vain, he outstretched his fingers and let loose a long barrage of electricity. Barely smoking, the daemon kept advancing. 'I cannot sstop it masster!' Voor'acht screamed hysterically.
Van Helser raised Crian'laar in challenge to the now charging daemon, and the daemon accepted. It barrelled down on him, raising one of its great claws. Van Helser ducked the slow swing and slammed Crian'laar into the body of the beast. It didn't even flinch. It lashed out with one of its great paws and smashed Van Helser through the air and into a wall. He slumped to the ground, barely conscious.
Quirrick blasted with his shotgun as he rolled along the floor to his master, the shots evaporating as they struck the daemon's body. He grabbed Van Helser by the collar and shouted in his face, but the crumpled form of the Inquisitor didn't respond. He drew some Ease vials from his pocket and punched it into Van Helser's leg.
Ela and Ewst shot glances at Voke looking for guidance, but he was slow to give instruction.
Dufaux shredded the chest of a screaming man with the biting teeth of the chainsword, and received a jet of warm blood in the face. Pain like she had not felt before suddenly wracked her system, worse than when she had lost her legs, and something forced her to turn her back to the frenzied mob. She felt numerous wounds in her back, but her legs propelled her forward. She opened her eyes and was granted by a sight that made her mad. A daemon of the flesh god! Despite the pain she was forced into a run and screamed her vengeance. What was left of her conscious mind argued with the force, screaming the insanity of the suicidal situation. She felt herself leap into the air just as she passed out.
Ranchak the Bloody left the mind of his host and burst into being. A mass of muscle the colour of blood appeared in the tunnel in the air infront of Dufaux, bestial features decorating its face. In a flash of black flame a mighty double headed axe of Khorne appeared in his hands. Cloven hooves hit the floor at the same instant Dufaux's body hit the ground. Ranchak raised his axe and charged at Kilesh.
The two daemons met head on in a clash of titanic proportions. Khorne and Slaanesh, mortal enemies for ten thousand years came face to face, with fury on their minds the likes of which no mortal could ever understand. Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 16/01/2004 23:27:14 Message: "Arrrrrgggh"
Melphanes head was close to bursting open. The daemon has come, he thought. He shook the pain off and ran foreward. A huge khornate chainaxe bore down on him.
"Stop!"
The axe paused, mere inches from his face the bloody teeth spinning and flinging small drops of blood onto Melphanes face. Melphane touched the axehead, the sigils flaring a bright white.
"New orders. Destroy the greater daemon of slaanesh."
"Blood for Khorne, blood for Melphane!"
The tainted marine roared and bellowed before tearing off in the direction of the club Melphane tucked under it's arm. Shi'Andra sighed.
"Load back up girls looks like we had a daemon to kill."
"I don't kill fools, fools kill themselves by getting in my way." -Inquisitor Melphane - Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 17/01/2004 07:58:31 Message: "...*crackle*...can't...must retre...Silos!...elp us..." His vox-link cackled into his ear. The Major kicked the barracade infront of him down. Damn link!
He hit the ancient technology to get it working. "...emon...There's a...There's a Daemon! We have to retreat!" He heard the desperate voices of his two Navalis sergeants. "FALL BACK! DIRECT ORDER, FALL BACK NOW!" Yelling into his link, a vein pulsed on his forehead. The other sergeants around him grabbed at their earpieces after his loud order.
"Alright men, we've done all we can. Get the wounded out NOW!" Confused looks from the soldiers crossed faces, which quickly changed to determination.
Stryde crouched outside the Governor's palace. She was tired, the warp always drained her when she tried to manipulate it. Silos' voice had broken her concentration with her power. He reported that the Inquisitors were up to no good and that he wouldn't risk any more of his men on their whims. The cult had been broken and so their task was complete. He awaited further orders.
But she had more pressing matters.
Shaking the fatigue away, a voice from inside spoke to her. "Get up. Get up Jenna." It was the late Magos, the one that was now part of her. Her great claw clenched involuntarily, blue archs streaming across her left arm. Jolts of raw power ran up and down her bionic spinal column. She was lifted to her feet not by her legs, looking like a marionette made of lead. All she could see was a ghostly shape of Magos Diovich standing infront of her.
"...I...Do what you can Igor..." she heard herself say. A smile traced his transparent face. "Thank you, My Lady." Her good arm reached behind her to strap the bolter to her back. Her short blonde tresses swirled from the machine spirit that swarmed through her. She took a step at a time slowly and carefully, and yet she was feeling none of this. The Magos inside moved slowly at first, gaining confidence with each intricate maneuver, every sense gained by this willing host.
Juxt had disposed of the remaining rebels that stayed behind. Inquisitor Hymunin ran up to him, splintering the floorboards with his massive armor. "Your hurt, Servant," Ro said as he spotted a bleeding hole in Juxt's chest. "My Lord, the Earth God is with us," Juxt replied through bloody teeth. He seemed unphased by the wound, but the hole was fatal to a lesser man. Grabbing Juxt's arm, they raced up the stairway to the top floor.
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:40:31 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 17/01/2004 13:26:40 Message: The birth of a greater daemon was bad enough, psycically, for Voke noramally; but TWO! AND RIGHT AFTER HIS POWERS HAD INCREASED!!! His mind went into shock and temperally overloaded. That would have killed a normaly man but 600 hundred years in the Emperor's service ment Voke had a strong will. He forced himself back, forced himself to gain control of his mind and went about blocking out the psycic pressure from the greater daemons. Good, at least he could now think straight. Ela and Eswt looked at him. Navalis also waited for orderes, four of his elite had been killed. Thanfully the best 6 were still left. "Navalis get your men out of here. Join up with the other guardsmen and get out of here." "You heard him men, get clear!" "You to Navalis" "I'm staying with you sir!" "Leave, that's an order sergent" "With respect sir, not a chance in hell"
Even with two greater deamons locked in battle behind them and cultists still rising from below Ela laughed. Even Eswt smiled and Voke couldn't help but grin.
"Alright Navalis, if you want to have your soul condemed in the vain attempt of fighting greater daemons be my guest!" "Thank you sir!"
"Right then, we've got a couple of seconds to try and get a plan together before those greater daemons think it's a good idea to kill us as well." Voke's mind raced, he played so many possibilities, his mind persuded many difference trains of thought until a idea came to him. "Ela, Eswt and Mr. Nutter there; you keep heading down. Take on those cultists, find where they are comming from and get to the bottom of this place, I have a feeling that the cultists are protecting something; and if they're not then atleast killing them will keep you busy. I'll try and get rid of the greater daemons there. Good luck to you"
The three of them started off at a run down the stairs. Ela's frag grendages clearing away large amounts of cultists. Navalis' hell pistol cracked away in one hand, and in the other was Ela's shotgun. Even Eswt was firing her laspistol. As they closed on the cultists Eswt threw the laspistol into one of the cultists, Navalius put away Ela's shotgun and both drew their power swords. Ela's bolt pistols continued to produce thunderous claps of support fire. And before long all three had pushed out of sight.
Voke turned his attention to taking on the greater daemons. "Told you we didn't have enough power" "Oh shut up Nul'Ra! This is one part of my transformation I'm not enjoying!" Voke was at a loss. What could he do? He had banished powerful daemon princes who in their way were more deadly than greater daemons; but even they had nothing to a greater daemon in terms of sheer power! Although greater daemons rarely used psycic powers offensivly they used them to keep them in this world. The only way he could of banishing a greater daemon included alot of gaurdsmen or Space Marines and alot of plasma and las cannons. The closest they'd had to that kind of fire power when they started this attck was a couple of melta's; and all of those were running for their lives!
Suddenly an idea occoured to Voke. Perhaps he could use his powers to banish one? Perhaps he could build up his pscyic powers and channel them into something more powerful then he had ever imagined. But Voke had never done that before. And he didn't like the idea of becomming so attachted to the warp. Taking your psycic powers over a period of time and making it that you could use them all at the same time, in a kind of bank system; I don't use my powers this second so they go into a bank which I can use all in one go. But Voke had no idea how to do that properly. Also he felt as if he was not ready to do that, and that he didn't have any of the many things needed to do that. More worringly Voke had never been taught about anything like that; and had heard of no one doing anything even similar to what he was preposing to himself. Then were the hell did that idea come from?
From his changing.
Voke caught yet another glimpse of the pain of what he was going to go through. A back swing of a khone axe nearly took his head off. No time to wonder like a philosipher. There was two greater daemons having a fight within arms reach of his and he was day dreaming. Not a good idea.
Voke backed off and payed close attention to the fight. But the thought was still there in the back of his mind.
What in hell could he, or anyone, possibly do?
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 17/01/2004 14:07:34 Message: Silos cursed and waved at the rest of his Navalis Security Force as they retreated toward him. Few of the IG forces were inside with him, the rest outside awaiting orders. He heard screams from outside.
Turning just in time to catch a glimpse of red Steel crashing through the doorway. He ducked a slice and ran, yelling for his squad to flee. The hulking tainted Marine raced past toward the oncoming Navalis, one sweep taking an arm and a head off two men respectively. The others still alive dove for cover as he raced down the stairs toward the chaos below.
"DAMN IT!" Major Silos yelled. These kooks will pay, he thought through clenched teeth. He issued a brief report with the occupied Lady Inquisitor. Then he stalked out with the remains of his men, ordering a full retreat on their transports. They should have been out of there long ago.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 18/01/2004 17:04:07 Message: For a few seconds, Van Helser thought he was dead. He couldn't feel anything, yet he could see Quirrick shouting in his face through blurred eyes. He couldn't make out the words or contemplate what it was he needed to do in order to respond. Then Quirrick thrust a syringe into his leg, and suddenly feeling returned to Van Helser's battered body. All he could feel was pain. He exhaled sharply, and the cloud left his field of vision. He heard Quirrick talking to him, the sounds of battle, and the roaring of beasts. He turned to look down the corridor and saw two massive forms battling hand to hand. One was red, the other pink. A memory of a huge impact came back to him and words of violence spoken to him by another. He suddenly remembered something else, something far more important. The prophecy. It had been completed. Voor'acht had been right all along.
Ranchak's axe buried itself in Kilesh's left shoulder. The daemon of Slaanesh, screamed with both pain and ecstasy at the wound, before lashing out with a claw, catching the Khornate daemon prince around the midrif. Kilesh crushed the muscle beneath its claw, dark blood spurting out to shower on the ground in steaming droplets. Ranchak bellowed with rage and tore away the claw with his free arm, before wrenching free his axe and lopping off the offending appendage. Kilesh's screams were not of joy this time.
Van Helser saw Dufaux's battered form on the ground. She had made such a sacrifice to his works. He was so proud of her. Van Helser was dragged out of his moment of reflection as Quirrick unceremoniously slapped him in the face. 'We've got to get out of here!' he yelled.
Van Helser ran the words over in his head for a good few seconds, trying to work out what they meant. He shook his head. 'We... cannot leave... without... him' he whispered, trying to extend an arm in the direction of Ranchak.
'Did you hit your head really hard?!' Quirrick asked in disbelief.
'Yes.' Van Helser's answer was entirely serious. He couldn't quite grasp the concept of sarcasm right now. He pointed at one of the dead naval personnel. 'Bring... to me,' he said slowly, still gasping for breath.
'What the hell for?' Quirrick yelled, completely confused with his master's mental state.
'Bind... daemon... to... host.' Quirrick looked dismayed. He'd never really understood how Voor'acht came to be the occupier of its human form, but he was worried now that he'd find out, and that he wouldn't like it. He didn't even argue with Van Helser though, he had never won one before, and this wasn't the time to try and improve on that record. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 18/01/2004 18:43:31 Message: Voke watched in awe at the two monsters as they did their best to kill each other; and the whole building in the process. Even through they caused each other horrific wounds none affected them! At least it would quite some time before Voke needed to have a plan. Voke saw Quirrick standing over Van Helser through the corner of his eye. Since when could Voke study all the information that his eyes sent his brain? He no longer had periferal vision, there was no difference! Well that didn't matter at the moment. Van Helser was clear injured; not surprising. He did get smacked over the head by a greater daemon!
Voke rushed over to Van Helser how had just given a command to Quirrick. "Van Helser. How badly hurt are you? Here let me help" Voke placed his hand on Van Helser forehead and started to use his strongest of talents. His ability to basically create regeneration. Voke had used this power so many times on himself. It was the main reason he was alive today. Even if he hadn't suffered any wounds he'd still need his powers to stop him suffering from age.
Voke bent his will and with ease he had never know set about the work of healing Van Helser. Voke remeded Van Helser's body at a molecular level, atom by atom Voke fused bones, reknitted skin, stop bleading and removed a drug Quirrick had abviously put into Van Helser.
"There, now you can think straight and are not having to focus on staying alive; do you have any ideas on how the hell we're suppossed to survive this?"
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:41:19 GMT -5
Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 19/01/2004 03:47:39 Message: The two daemons tore at each other and thrashed about, destroying a few city blocks in their wake. Voke kneeled near Van Helser keeping him alive and most everyone else was dead or out of commission. Great, Melphane thought, just great.
"You go left, I go right."
The berserker took off in a straight line for Kilesh, his rage seeming to take a tighter grip on him now he was witnessing a Khorne daemon fight it's hated enemy. Melphane pounded his way towards the Khornate daemon.
"Blood for Khorne!"
The berserkers axe bit into the slaanesh daemons hip, tearing a slight cut into the daemons flesh. Ignoring the marine, Kilesh haymakered the blood red daemon sending it flying. It hit the ground only a few yard from Melphane. As it started up and shook it's head, Melphane took his chance.
Swinging with a double handed grip on his blessed daemonhammer, Melphane swung as hard as he could, throwing all the weight and momentum he could. The hammer connected with a sickening crunch, and twisted the daemons head almost all the way around. The hammer glowed and the daemon howled, the holiness of the weapon burned the wound.
Ranchak bellowed and stuck out with his whip, ensnaring the non too agile Inquisitor. The daemon swung back hurling Melphane at least twenty feet in the air, before batting him out of the air lauching him a couple of city blocks. Ranchak snarled and turned back to the Slaanesh daemon.
Kilesh smiled as he picked up the broken marines body and he opened his gaping maw towards the marine. The axe hit him in the forehead, right between the eyes. Kilesh dropped the marine and screamed in both pain and ecstasy. The Slaanesh daemon clawed at his face attempting to remove the Khornate chainaxe buried there. Giving up the Slaanesh daemon turned towards the howling Ranchak charging his way.
Melphane lay there, the world black around him as his head wounds prevented him from concentrating. He struggled to his feet, but his legs wouldn't support him. He fell foreward, expecting the cold cement to greet his fall. He never hit the ground. Two arms wrapped around him, and a familiar voice spoke to him.
"Master, your not going to die just yet. I won't let you."
"Xantcha!"
Melphane let himself go. He wrapped his arms around his only really loyal friend and embraced her. She pushed him back after a few seconds.
"So what's the plan?"
Melphane turned his face towards the battling titans, his clairvoyance working once more, and grinned. The battle wasn't over, not by a long shot.
"I don't kill fools, fools kill themselves by getting in my way." -Inquisitor Melphane - Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 19/01/2004 18:10:57 Message: Van Helser couldn't comprehend what had happened to him. A familiar face had stood over him and done something. The pain was fading from his body, but he wasn't losing any sensation at all. He was not becoming paralysed, but healed. How could this be?
Quirrick saw Voke standing over Van Helser's form, waving his hands in the air bizarrely, 'what the hell are you doing?' he asked as he dumped the navy man's body on the floor.
'A simple regeneration of Van Helser's broken bones. You have nothing to fear, he will be fine soon,' Voke replied. 'What in the Emperor's name are you doing with that corpse?' he now asked with surprise.
'Van Helser says he's going to bind that daemon to it.'
'Really? That is interesting,' Voke mused, his apathy towards the art of Daemonancy seemed to have grown considerably with his new powers. Nul'Ra spoke its disgust at the mere mention of other daemons, but Voke forcibly quietened it.
Quirrick turned and saw Dufaux's bloodied form, limp on the floor. He grabbed Voke's shoulder. 'You think you can do much for her?' he asked, hoping for a negative reply.
'I can always try,' Voke replied. It wasn't quite a no, but Quirrick sensed the hopelessness in the situation. Too bad, he thought sarcastically.
Ela and Ewst continued slashing and blasting through what remained of the cult, their lightning blows and good aim had already accounted for many.
Realising what he had to do, despite his spinning head, Van Helser tore open the fallen navy man's shirt and began daubing arcane and heretical symbols on the corpse, using his own blood. He took a sliver of prepared silver from his belt and secured a holy seal of the Inquisition to the body. He was working on automatic now. He warbled through horrific chants, occasionally pausing as he fought back a wave of nausea, he added more runes to the corpse, momentarily blacking out, but yet he kept going.
Kilesh channelled its hatred at the Blood God's underling and pummeled Ranchak with a flurry of fluid, yet exceedingly damaging blows, knocking Ranchak to the ground. Kilesh stood over the daemon prince and raised its remaining claw, laughing at the stupid brute before it.
The Khorne Beserker picked himself off the floor, growling at the ignominy of a servant of the Flesh God throwing him down like that. He bellowed in rage and leapt onto Kilesh's back. Screaming his hatred, he clambered up on to the daemon's head, and reached round to retrieve his chainaxe. His gaze met that of the Keeper of Secrets, and the beast roared at the insolence of the Blood God's follower. Kilesh grabbed the Beserker with its remaining claw and began to squeeze. The Berserker slashed back and forth with its chainaxe, cutting deeply into the arm of the daemon. But Kilesh did not flinch. The razor-edged daemonic appendage sliced through the power armour and bit into the fallen marine's torso. Feeling his life blood slip away, the Berserker thrashed wildly with his howling weapon, slicing into the Keeper of Secret's chest. Kilesh snarled and with a final squeeze, the marine's legs fell away to the floor. Kilesh opened his mouth to feed upon the Blood God's warrior's essence, but in an act of defiance, the Beserker beheaded itself. His skull belonged to no-one other than Khorne.
Ranchak heaved himself off of the hard ground. The Beserker has sacrificed himself well, he thought, before raising his mighty axe of Khorne in the air and brought it down heavily into the back of Kilesh's head. The Keeper of Secret's made no audible sound as it slumped to the ground, before dissolving away as if its corrupting presence had never disfigured the planet.
Roaring in triumph, the daemon prince turned to face the weak mortals still in the tunnel. There was more skulls to take. He stormed forward at the nearest.
Quirrick looked up from Dufaux and caught glimpse of terror given form. Ranchak sped at him, screaming 'blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne!' Quirrick knew he was dead. This was a harsh way to go, but what could you do? He shut his eyes and contemplated praying.
A deep voice suddenly shook the air, causing everyone to stop, including Ranchak. 'YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM!' it commanded. Voor'acht drifted out of the shadows. 'HEAR ME RANCHAK, YOU WILL DESSISST!' To everyones surprise, perhaps even to the daemon himself, he dropped his axe.
'Master Voor'ach,' it said humbly, 'I did not realise these were your servants, forgive me.'
'I DO NOT FORGIVE FOOLSS!' Voor'acht stated forcibly.
Ranchak raised his bowed head. 'Master, I, I...' he stopped as he beheld Voor'acht for the first time in 4 millenia; where was the giant form he had come to fear? Where was the great blade his master had swept whole armies away with? Before him was a mere shrivelled mortal frame, not that of a mighty-beyond-comprehension demi-god. 'What has become of you Voor'acht? You are weak, I see it now. You hold no dominion over these weaklings, nor me. How times have changed!' Ranchak reached for his axe, swiftly picking it up and then he hurled himself at his one time master.
He never got the chance to complete the swing. The ritual had been finshed. Van Helser had recited all the fell chants, drawn all the evil-spawned runes and created a daemonhost. Ranchak's essence was sucked into the poor navy man's body, swelling it into a mass of muscle, coloured a deep red. Curling horns jutted out of the skull, and long fangs grew in the mouth of the despicable creation. It picked itself up and shakingly tried to attack Van Helser. Voor'acht came to his aid, wrapping his chains around the bestial form, bringing them into an evil embrace. Van Helser let himself slip into unconsciousness.
'No Ranchak,' Voor'acht said into the daemonhost's face, 'timess have not changed. I will alwayss be the masster.'
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:41:58 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 19/01/2004 20:20:52 Message: Voke reached Daufax; there wasn't soo much of a body, more of a smear of blood and a layer of skin. Voke turned to see the completion of the ritual. Voke had alot to learn. He realised how badly prepared he was for a daemon of such power. If he had been nearer his home base he would have ordered in his guardsmen and would have been able to kill the monster with heavy weapons fire. Voke hade placed too much reliance in other people these last few hundred years.
Voke needed to pursue the study of daemonology more. The strange thing was that for some reason he seemed to know all the basic information; which he had never heard any of. That preperation he went threw gave him knowlage as well as power. He also found that not only did he see ways choas could be used for the good of man but also how xenos could be used. Voke would have burned himself a few years before for thinking anything along those lines; but recent experiances had opened his eyes and mind. He saw so many more possabilities. Voke now had two learning paths to take, one of daemons and of daemon hosts; and one of the xenos, especially the Eldar.
Voke aprroched Van Helser. "If you want I can give you a much fuller regeneration? Also I would like to study at your side for some time. I know this sounds odd considering how old I am but you know more about daemons and daemon hosts than me; and I'm not too old too learn, or too old to admit I need to learn" Voke extended his hand towards Van Helser to help support him, and as a sign of friendship.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: BrotherXanthron Replied on: 19/01/2004 23:33:43 Message: Melphane sighed as the daemons were gone in a matter of a few seconds. It was over. He figured Van Helser had something planned. Limping over he walked in front of Van Helser, handing his hammer to Xantcha because he hadn't the strenth to hold it anymore.
"All this for a host? You disgust me. And yet your host saved us all, and for that I thank you. If we ever meet again I don't know whether I'll kill you or help you, as the result of these events, but I never want to see these hosts again. Goodbye, Inquisitor Van Helsor and Inquisitor Voke."
With that he grinned an almost maniacal sort of smile and limped towards the wreckage. Bending over amongst the rubble Melphane reached over and picked up the the head of Peregrine Tythus. Staring into it's dead eyes, he softly spoke.
"I hope your satisfied you damned fool. I thank you."
He called through his comm and the Sisters entered with the Suppressor tank and loaded up the body.
"Come. We've done our work here. The ship is waiting our arrival."
And with that the tank rumbled off towards the spaceport. Ha, Melphane thought, I've beaten down Disaster yet again.
"Ok, Xantcha let's go home."
He placed his hand on her new cybernetic leg. She nodded and continued to suckle on the blood pack she was given. As they left Melphane felt the eeling of accomplishment, but somewhere back there in the dark recesses of his mind he felt that this was far from over.
"I don't kill fools, fools kill themselves by getting in my way." -Inquisitor Melphane - Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 20/01/2004 07:50:04 Message: Nade stood defiantly when the trio appeared on the roof. The governor lay dead next to his personal guards. A speeder stood nearby, powered up for a quick escape... too late.
A bloodied giant moved slowly, waving his frost blade to remove heretical gore. He spat often to clear his mouth of blood.
Behind him a large man in power armor howled for vengeance and raised his blessed bolter at the ex-Inquisitor.
Off to the side, a woman in purple carapace marched steadily toward Nade with a look of hatred in her sea-green, no, clear blue eyes! A voice that wasn't hers issued a threat as her blonde and orange hair swam erratically around her head. Her giant industrial power claw shot blue electricity along her whole form.
"Time to die, 'Inquisitor'," she/he smirked.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 20/01/2004 11:15:38 Message: Unfortunately for him, Van Helser's state of unconsciousness had been fleeting. Voke had offered him a hand in friendship, and as Van Helser sat pondering, Melphane had approached. Fearing for his life, Van Helser had been surprised when all Melphane had done was to say farewell. Perhaps he was not as puritan as Van Helser had thought.
Van Helser extended his arm towards Voke and the aged Inquisitor pulled him upright. 'I accept your proposal Voke,' Van Helser said, smiling through gritted teeth, 'but I am also honoured to help Inquisitor Stryde. We must contact her.' Van Helser bent down to retrieve Crian'laar. The blade was raging. So much death had gone on around it, but it had not fed. The blade quickly found itself sheathed. 'Dufaux?' Van Helser asked, his acolyte's face surfacing in his mind.
'I am sorry, she is gone,' Voke replied solemnly. 'She served both you and the Emperor with bravery and dignity.'
'Aye...' Van Helser sighed, offering a prayer for Dufaux's soul.
Ewst let the last body slide off her power sword. The cultist's all lay dead. All but one.
'Where is Modiak?' Van Helser enquired after the cult leader. No answer was forthcoming. Only Voor'acht knew what he looked like, but the daemonhost remained silent.
The group shambled out of the club into bright sunlight. Silos and his men were waiting. Silos looked particularly angry. 'What the hell was all that?' he shouted at Van Helser.
'That was one of the dangers we Inquisitors must face,' Van Helser replied reflectively, 'we could not have told you that was going to happen, because we neither knew nor did you need to know.' Silos didn't seem appeased. Van Helser continued anyhow. 'Where is Lady Stryde?' he asked.
'Over at the governor's palace. Some trouble with that dissenter who shot up the bar.'
'Interesting that today should see the end of two dangers to the Imperium, isn't it?' Van Helser said, almost cheerily. Reply author: Inquisitor wood Replied on: 20/01/2004 13:48:19 Message: Nade was the only survivor of his assault on the palace, all of his 200 or so rebels had been killed, but the job was done, no time to deal with the three fools on th roof. Nade made a run for the speeer, he grabbed the side of it and vaulted himself onto it, he took one last look at his enemies before he departed,this was probably a mistake. Nade made eye contact with the barrel of Ro Hymunins blot gun. There was a flash of lihgt then a flash of nades life before his eyes. Some say that this flash is over in an instant, then you die, for a breif moment Nade knew differently. The flash lasts a whole life time, untill the past catches up to the present. Nade lived his life again, the times he had spent as an Inquisitor, then on Damak IV, then to Denopsis and finally the attack on the govenors palace.. He watched as he killed then as on the roof top the barrel of Ro's gun flared, but this time his life didn't flash before his eyes. A tiny moment of despiar came over him, then aninstant of pain, then nothing. Ro, Stryde and Juxt watched as Nade hearly headless boody slumps from the speeder. Ro had added another heretic to his list..........
Fear is only a word! Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 20/01/2004 14:42:47 Message: Jenna's eyes reverted to green as the heretic fell. The claw simmered down and she regained her senses, quickly glancing around. Juxt powered off his sword and stalked over to Jenna, who fell into his arms. Ro's eyes lit up on the kill, but the smile never touched his lips. The heretic had completed his task. Damn!
The three proceeded to the now empty speeder and took off to join a battle that was already over... or was it?
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:42:33 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 20/01/2004 15:16:01 Message: From the passenger seat in the speeder, Jenna spied the conquerors of Club Hex pacing down the street towards them. The guardsmen were a lot fewer in number. She was expecting some loses, but this seemed to be at least a quarter of the guardsmen, and by the looks of things, all the Naval Security personnel. Just what had gone on in there? she asked herself.
'By the looks of things, they have secured Club Hex,' Ro said triumphantly.
'Yes...' Jenna answered slowly.
'Do you wish to proceed on to the spaceport?'
'No, drop me off here, I need to debrief Major Silos,' she answered, thankful that Ro had given her the chance to stop him meeting Van Helser face-to-face.
'Very well. It was a great victory for the Emperor today, was it not Jenna?'
'It was, Ro, I am thankful that we were able to work together after so long.' The speeder set down on the road, and Juxt and Jenna leapt out.
'Til we meet again,' Ro said, extending his hand.
'Yes, goodbye,' Jenna replied, shaking his hand. The speeder took off.
Jenna turned her smile into a scowl and charged off to confront Van Helser; she didn't want him dead, but she damn well wanted some answers. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 20/01/2004 18:17:57 Message: They had done it, they had survived! Voke was shocked. He had gone with Van Helser and could see Stryde just ahead.
Eswt's clothes was covered in scratches and slits, yet not one had cut her! As aways her quick reflexes had saved her from harm. Ela was quick bruised and battered. The bolt pistols were still smoking and she only had two clips left, her precious kraken clip and her hellfire clip. She had several bruises. Her hair was a mess and her face was covered in dirt. Her cheek was cut her right eye was swolen, she had taken a hit from a club to the face. She was clearly in pain, she had cracked a couple of ribs but there was not internal damaged.
Navalis was a completely different matter. Navalis had been swamped by cultists and sepperated from Ela and Eswt; thankfully this was only just before the greater daemon was killed, and with that act the cultists had lost their fighting spirit. Ela's borrowed shot-gun was completely empty of it's hell fire rounds. Navalis' hell pistol was completly drained. His uniform had several deep gashes in it. Navalis' nose was neraly at a right angle, his colar bone was broken on one side, he had a broken arm and leg, two of his ribs were cracked and he had a deep gash in his skull.
Voke had been thinking about employing Navalis and making his in command of Voke's own guardsmen, and adding him to his retinue. Voke had taken a shine to Navalis, his character was exactly what Voke wanted it to be.
"Well if your gonna join my retinue we're gonna have to teach you how to fight abit better!" "Thank you sir" Navalis slurred through a split lip. "Hey Voke, I think I need a pointy thing, for when the going gets up and personal; I had to use my bolt pistols and my hands!" Ela pointed to the dents in her bolt pistols to make her point. "Well we'll think about that later, now we see what Stryde has to report and then prepare to study under Van Helser."
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 21/01/2004 07:58:26 Message: A fierce power clawed at Jenna's mind when she exited the land speeder. The taint. Would it always surround these Inquisitors? She wondered.
Juxt attempted to help her walk toward them, but she shrugged his arm away. She gave a hand signal to Silos and the Guardsmen were off, why they waited for her she would have to ask later. His report was some 90% casualties for the Navalis and 60% for the Guardsmen, not counting the injuries. She noted one of the new Navalis seargents sitting near Voke's female guards. She could feel blood rush into her face.
But the taint was what drew her wrath. She noticed Brother Melphane didn't stick around, and this just angered her more. He had unleashed a Khorne Berserker, OF ALL THINGS, straight into the fray. Silos had reported that the two remaining unscathed Navalis had been summarily slaughtered by the monster.
And to top it all off, one of her Navy Security's corpses was now host to the cause of the taint. A new daemonhost. Blood vessels lit around her sea green eyes, her visage quite nasty.
"What in the NINE HELLS is going on here! I offer you a full platoon of good men with the intent of quelling a small cult, less then half coming home. And instead of a GREAT PROPHESY unveiled, another DAEMON breathes this air!"
Stryde strode over to the sitting Inquisitor Mikael Van Helser and poked her good pointer finger into his shoulder. "THIS IS NOT OUR SAVIOR! It is time we make this deal done, Mikael. My terms are these. NEVER cross my path again, you will never be able to repay me. Also, this is YOUR mess, you take care of this planet. I am not as blind in faith as our Brother Hymunin, but this is your second strike as far as I'm concerned."
"I will offer a full report of my actions and that of my forces in one hour. If you have anything to say, say it now Van Helser." She was finished with this despicable man.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 21/01/2004 14:42:48 Message: To say Van Helser was taken aback by Stryde's outburst would be an understatement. He was dumbfounded as to why she took such offence at the daemonhosts, and why she was so irate about the loss of the guardsmen.
'Jenna, I...' he struggled, 'I do not know what to say. I was hoping for more from you.'
'I am glad to disappoint you,' she answered spitefully.
'The outcome of my mission was always to bring this daemon prince into the body of a host. The completion of the prophecy did claim many lives including Helena's, my acolyte and friend, but such is the Emperor's will,' he added with a sigh.
'Don't talk to me about the Emperor's will! You are treading a fine line Mikael, with no sign of stability coming to aid you.'
'You believe I am turning?' Van Helser asked with disbelief. 'We have seen the destruction of a Slaaneshi daemon prince, and a dangerous Chaos Cult; would a heretic have strode for such things?'
'No. But the taint lies heavy in the air around you, and mark my words, this is the end of our short relationship.'
'I hope not Jenna. Know that I will await your call for aid, and whenever the time comes I will keep my side of the deal.' He extended his hand. Stryde ignored it and stormed away. Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 21/01/2004 17:16:23 Message: Voke felt gunienly sorry for Van Helser, Stryde had been very harsh, Voke was just glad she'd ignored him. But his time might come when the report included a wish that Voke be allowed to employ Navalis himself.
What Stryde had said was uncalled for. Van Helser was pure and true and walked in the Emperor's light, he was singed with taint and walked a fine line between damnation but so did Voke. Some said it was impossible not to turn if one walked the path of the radical but Voke had done so for hundreds of years and he still faught for the Emperor.
Voke turneed to Ela and Eswt. "We could be on this planet for abit longer, we may have to do clear up work." "Again! That's the second time on as many planets!" Ela roared in protest. "It must be someone elses turn to do such tedius work!" Eswt added. Eswt would never been exactly like Ela but spending time with her was making a difference, she was no where near as formal as she used to be; good! When Eswt was like that she remined Voke too much of a assassin. "Great! My first job under the employment of a new inquisitor and I have to do annoying 'planet cleaning'" Navalis was brave to add his own opinion. "And you are new and should show alot more respect!" Voke scowled at Navalis. "Sorry sir, but that's what I was thinking" "Who said I wanted to know what you were thinking?" "Sorry sir"
Voke turned to Van Helser to see if he was still shocked, it's surprising human nature; fighting a daemon and Van Helser had been completly unphased, but loosing the respect of a fellow inquisitor and friend, and then he's emotionally drained!
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Post by VanHelser on Sept 22, 2004 8:43:05 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 21/01/2004 20:11:31 Message: 'I hope you have a means of transport off of this world Voke,' Van Helser said quietly, obviously sad that he'd lost another friend and possible protoge, 'for I do not.' Voke nodded. 'I do not think we should remain here much longer. We cannot sort out this sorry state affairs because we will be taken in. Have your man there take a data-slate to the Arbites courthouse. We shall leave it up to them.' Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 21/01/2004 21:03:56 Message: "As you wish. My own personal flagship is on it's way to the planet and should be here in a few hours. A modified Sword class ship. Smaller than normal but better shields, weapons and most importantly engines. I normally use a modified Marauder bomber, heavily modified. It's a cross between a Maruader bomber and a Lighting Fighter, best of both worlds with shields and warp engines too match." Voke could see Van Helser was not paying much attention. Ela walked upto Voke. "Sir, the Stellar Web has arrived early and is waiting for us." "Tell them that we will be comming abord shortly, with guests." "Van Helser," Van Helser turned around slowly, "My ship has arrived earlier then expected, if you are ready to leave then we can be away withing the hour maybe hour and a half; I try and keep able to leave planet in an hour where possible. A shuttle will touch down at the local star port in 45 minutes time. I shall wait for you there, take as long as you need, we are in no hurry" Voke turned and started to walk away. Ela had already aquired transport for them to their temporary warehouse were all equipment they had brought with them was kept. Eswt and Navalis prepared to have arrangments made for the local arbites to finish what they had started. Voke and his warband left Van Helser to his thoughts. No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 22/01/2004 08:18:24 Message: Jenna sat at the helm of her ship, Dracos II. She had quickly changed out of her battle gear to don her much more comfortable silks. The aesthetic hand on her normal bionic arm clenched closed unconsciously. She held her report slate in her flesh-and-blood right hand up to her eyes. +++Incident Report: Denopsis-Garden Class World+++ >Administrator: Inquisitor Jenna Stryde, Ordo Xenos >Status: Under Investigation >Reasons: Most Unholy cult found, rounded >and cleansed. Governor slain in unrelated heretical activity. >Culprits apprehended and executed. Questions arise from how both >cases came to pass in the first place, and how said events could >have been prevented. >Responses: Inquistor Van Helser volunteered She smirked at that part, >to supervise further investigations. >Further Remarks: Investigation headed up by Inquisitor Van Helser, >Inquisitor Voke, Inquisitor Hymunin, Inquisitor Melphane and >Inquisitor Stryde. Reason for so many of the Emperor's resources >squandered on such an insignificant conflict, I will never be able >to answer. All questions should be directed toward Inquisitor Van Helser. >I recommend full embargo of incoming and outgoing spacecraft and a >full interrogation of the Adeptus Arbites and civilian sectors. >May the Emperor's Light Guide you, >Inquisitor Jenna Stryde, Ordo Xenos +++End Report+++ She sighed quietly. "Borno, send a copy of this down to the Inquisitors." He walked off with the data slate. "Wait, when you send them, formally apologize for my outburst to Van Helser." She really wasn't remorseful for her berating of Mikael. He had deserved it. But her intuition told her to keep an eye on him. Why had he done this? She asked herself questions. How could a daemon be part of a Horusian's plan? She worked through the events Silos had reported to her. A man had summoned a Greater Daemon into a weapon, which was then shattered to free it. Then Van Helser's Acolyte erupted into a Daemon itself to battle it. Then Melphane unloosed a chaos marine. Then one of her newer recruits defected to an insane old man. "Let's go. Pilot, take us to the nearest Garden World." It's time to let the survivors heal and give them their vacation. She would need to recruit more men, men of the current caliber Silos required. Juxt would need more training, as always. Plus, she wanted to get away from these particular Inquisitors as soon as possible. Although, where Ro went... Would he ever settle down? She wondered. One thing was certain, something Major Silos Brigande told her on the way back. These kooks will pay... =][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 22/01/2004 20:36:29 Message: A shuttle craft from Voke's ship set down in Trebella's space port. The large and bloodied group slowly clambered aboard. Ela and Ewst carried Dufaux's body between them. Van Helser wanted to give her a proper funeral. Voor'acht dragged Ranchak's angry form into the cargo hold. It had decided that it would guard it's former lieutenant, and secretly decided to visit pain upon him, just to remind him who was the master. Navalis was last on board, having delivered a data slate to the Arbite's courthouse. He seemed to be enjoying his new lease of life already. 'Package delivered, sir,' he said breathing heavily, 'no one saw me either!' He was very happy with himself. Voke nodded and pointed him towards a chair. Van Helser was still standing, reading over Stryde's report. 'Time to go, Van Helser,' Voke said quietly. 'Yes,' Van Helser answered half-heartedly. 'She's apologised for her outburst, you know. I knew she'd come around.' Again, that didn't sound convincing. 'She is young and stubborn,' Voke answered, 'but we all were like that once. She has already begun to realise her error.' 'She said that I should be contacted with all queries. Me! I have not had anything to do with beuraucracy for nearly a century! And for good reason. I know that many would consider me a heretic, but they are another group who have not come to realise the truth.' Voke raised his eyebrows. 'Chaos can be turned against itself,' Van Helser stated firmly. 'That it can,' Voke answered. 'Let's be off before the blockade is put into effect.' The ramp on the shuttle closed and it began it's ascent. ______________________________________________________________________________ Judge Psylos looked over the dataslate infront of him. Damn, meddling Inquisitors he thought. Inquisitor Beziel was thinking along the same lines as he sat opposite the Judge. An Arbite walked in with a new data-slate and handed it to Beziel. It was from an Inquisitor Stryde, detailing the traumatic events. A name jumped out at him. Van Helser. ______________________________________________________________________________ A small time weapon's merchant headed with all speed to the space port, with all the wares he could carry. He had disposed of his alien tech, and was getting off world as fast as possible. Word had reached him that an Inquisitor Mathra was after him, and that was not good. He rounded the corner and saw a blockade in the middle of the road. A man, flanked by arbites stormed off to greet the driver of the grav car. ______________________________________________________________________________ Mordantas slowly exited the secret tunnel system leading away from Club Hex. He'd been cut in a dozen places by the exploding sword, and was sure that part of it was embedded in his gut. He was heading for the mountains, for his shuttle, and away from this place. He'd failed, but there were always other paths to choose, paths that would lead to the mastery of daemons and the rise of Slaanesh. ______________________________________________________________________________ Voke turned to Van Helser as the shuttle burst through the atmosphere. 'I've been wondering,' Voke said, 'when I first encountered you, you were dealing with an Eldar. Something I'd expect from an Ordo Xenos man. Here, you take apart a destabilising cult; an Ordo Hereticus kind of thing. But you also are a dab hand with daemons; so that makes me thing your a member of the Ordo Malleus. So which is it?' 'I am a member of none,' Van Helser answered with relish, 'I am a Horusian, Voke, and my goal is to create a new leader for humanity. I care not whether that comes about through the daemonic, psykers or xenos intervention. Why blind yourself to all possible paths, tie yourself down to one methodology?' 'Good answer,' Voke said. He was going to enjoy learning from Van Helser. The End(?) The Conclave : www.specialist-games.co.uk/forums/inquisitor/© Games Workshop 2003 Close Window
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