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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:17:04 GMT -5
Kalam took the steps four at a time, bounding catlike down the winding staircase with Aimless left far behind. Sniping was no good against such creatures, and he still saw in his mind’s eye the first of them leaping from rooftop to rooftop, closing on the library with horrifying speed. They had swarmed all over the fething building! He did not know how many were up there, but he knew where he was needed. Side by side with his comrades. Rifle strapped securely across his back, the Corporal’s hands now gripped a pair of combat knives, their hilts worn smooth by years of faithful service. They would taste blood tonight…<br> ***
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:17:36 GMT -5
Valestus laughed harshly, a deep rumble drowned by the crackling of his power claw and the roar of combat all around him. His massive armoured form dwarfed the tiny creature that now stood before him, and as Wysp charged the enormous vampire, he met her with overwhelming force. His hood fell back as he lunged forward, and Valestus hardly felt the bite of the power blade as it hacked into his hefty leg. The combat servitor stood barely to his shoulder in the bulky power armour, augmenting his already formidable strength as he brought his arm around in a wide arc. The puny enemy span away into the press of bodies, picked up and hurled through the air as the force of his lightning claw slammed into its armoured head. Bounding after it with a snarl of bloodlust, he raised the claw for another blow, then stopped and turned his head slowly. The malicious gaze of Valestus met the burning eyes of Amaurn, as the mindless beasts parted before him. A clear corridor had been cut through the turmoil of the melee, and down this corridor Amaurn strode, Schaskal burning in his grasp. As the enormous warrior turned to meet Amaurn, he grinned a wicked grin, raising an ornate pistol with slow menace. But before the weapon could unleash its deadly shot, a violent explosion obliterated the entire upper body of the massive vampire, and the mangled corpse sank to the ground with a blast of searing plasma. Amaurn glanced back, and there stood Hedge, his grim face breaking into a triumphant grin. One less plasma grenade dangling from his belt. The Inquisitor gave a nod of acknowledgement, then vaulted the still smouldering body of Valestus, and hurtled into the night with inhuman speed. ***
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:18:03 GMT -5
Tydus fell heavily to the ground as something struck him between the shoulder blades, bearing him from his feet and sending the shot high into the air. A vicious snarl split the wartorn night, and something sharp grazed his ribs as the rifle clattered away across the street. Breaking free, he rolled and leapt back up, closing his mind to the pain pounding through him. Blood seeped from his wounds, and his pulse seemed to hammer in his ears, as he faced off against the sudden attacker.
The man was crouched, catlike before him, a long blade in his grasp. His eyes seemed to glow with red light, and as he grinned viciously, long fangs gleamed. The two stood perfectly still for a second, regarding each other as predator and prey. Then the…thing…spoke, its voice a guttural snarl.
“Embrace the shadow…”
Before Tydus could react, the creature sprang, exploding into action with shocking speed. It was only adrenaline that saved him. Somehow twisting to the side as it hurtled past, he brought his arm around to catch it a glancing blow to the side of the head. Whirling around, it brought it up the blade and attacked again, ignoring all else as it lunged for his throat…<br> Originally posted by Tydus
Vatolev stepped forward, sheilding the fallen Inquisitor with his power-armored bulk. Keeping up his rain of bolts into the mass of vampires, he blew several vampires into bloody chunks. One, a tall and lithe figure armed with a long serrated blade, penetrated the hail and stepped towards the Tech-Magos. Vatolev shifted his aim towards the new attacker and pulled the trigger.
Click.
At the sound of a hammer striking and empty chaber, the vampire stepped forward, a cruel grin on his face, and began raining blows on the Tech-Magos. Vatolev shielded his head with his arms, the sword couldn't penetrate his armor, but the onslaught prevented him from reloading or fighting back. To even attempt to grab his evicerator would be to invite decapitation. All of the sudden, Rover stepped in, his power fist covered in gore and his remaining flesh cut in several places. The vampire's rain of blows faltered, and he turned to face the servitor. Vatolev quickly began to reload as the chainsword's whine stepped up in pitch.
Rover advanced quickly, his chainsword clashing with the blade of his opponent. The vampire quickly gained his footing, and began to quest towards Rover's vitals, striking several superficial wounds as he took the measure of his foe. In the background, Vatolev's bolters began to spit fire back into the closing horde, and Delat blasted another of the vampires with the power of his mind. The vampire, concentrating on the chainsword, parried a high swing. He was blasted back into several of his fellows by the impact of Rover's power fist into his woefully unprotected stomach, where his corpse was blown apart by Vatolev's bolter volleys.
Side by side, Rover and Delat laid into the vampire hordes. The ground began to run red with the blood spilled by the combined kills of the three, but for every opponent they killed another stepped forward to keep up the assault. Slowly, they were pushed into a circle surrounding Windstriders body, and all seemed lost, when fireballs began to blossom in the middle of the crowd. Gnarus, floating overhead on his weapons platform, opened up. The grenade launchers finished cycling, and fired another volley, plasma this time, opening great rents in the crowd as his more precise weaponry picked off the vampires nearest to the group.
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:18:45 GMT -5
*** Kalam reached the second level, and glanced out the second floor landing window. His sharp eyes noticed another group emerging from a side alley next to the building, their red eyes giving them away in the darkness. Their position threatened to outflank the rest of the Bridgeburners. Pulling one of his few grenades from his webbing, Kalam chucked it through the window in a shower of glass, eyeing the flying bodies in satisfaction. Voxing the position of this new threat to the rest of the Bridgeburners, he leaped out of the window. Using one unfortunate vampire to break his fall, he quickly finished off his enemy with a stab to the neck, and launched himself into rest of the still recovering mass. ***
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:19:54 GMT -5
Tydus stumbled backward, tripping on his lasrifle. As he fell flat on his back, he saw the thing launch itself through the space he had just vacated. Like a cat, the thing recovered from it's leap and prepared to attack again. Rolling over to his stomach, Tydus snatched the autopistol from his waist and fired several triple bursts into his opponent. It was knocked backward from the impact of the high-caliber shells, but kept on comming.
Climbing to his feet, Tydus drew his knife and emptied the rest of the clip into his still standing opponent, amazed at the resiliance of the creature. Not even the most mutated human could withstand that amount of punishment. As it gathered speed, Tydus reloaded, bringing the gun into line with the things head.
"Good night."
He pulled the trigger, sending the entire burst into it's forehead. The thing collapsed like a puppet with it's strings cut, skidding to a stop at Tydus' feet. Carefully rolling it over, he shuddered. It had elongated Canines, and the glowing red eyes... It was just like the old myths... Vampires....
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:20:17 GMT -5
Originally posted by Mentirius
I’krin watched casually as Amaurn sprinted past, leaving his warband far behind as he darted into the city. The line was breaking, and Valestus had fallen. The Shadow Legion had managed to split the party into two, but the last of the pack were crumbling before the determined assault of the Bridgeburners, lasbolts filling the night air with the familiar crack of gunfire. Now only I’krin itself stood between them and their path. Floating slowly into the air, the daemonhost flexed its bony fingers, which swiftly became long talons. A mass of dark hair billowed in a sudden psychic wind, and piercing eyes glowed in the darkness as I’krin gathered its power. Then the master’s voice spoke in its head, rising from the laughter that permeated the daemon’s mind. [red]The game is unready for change. You will be defeated.[/red] Forced to comply by the bindings that tied it to the mortal plane, I’krin snarled in disgust, as the first of the veterans charged towards it, feeble weapons raised…<br> ***
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:20:43 GMT -5
Private Apsalar ran with practised grace, a crackling power knife gripped in each hand. Soaked in sweat and exhausted from combat, she had seen the Inquisitor dash ahead, and struggled to catch up to him before he was lost. But a dark shape loomed before her, and a malevolent presence filled the air. Burning eyes illuminated the dark street, as the daemonhost leapt. She heard its voice in her mind, felt the psychic terror wash over her…<br> Acting on instinct, Apsalar ducked low, leaping like an uncoiling spring to ram her first blade under the enemy’s ribs. The second whipped across the abomination’s throat, spraying a gout of dark blood over her as they hit the concrete. Rolling over as she grappled with the beast, the guardswoman felt somehow light-headed, as if it were all a terrible dream.
She saw herself straddling the monster, stabbing the blood-slicked knives deep into its chest again and again. She saw its torso begin to cave in, and the burning eyes slowly die. And then she felt it crumble beneath her, melting into the rough ground with a dying scream that resounded in her tortured ears…<br> Suddenly Apsalar snapped back to her senses, springing quickly to her feet. Confused memories of a fight…had she just killed? Shaking her head in puzzlement at her blurred recollections, she saw the distant light of Amaurn’s flickering daemonblade receding into the distance. Gripping her weapons tightly, Apsalar broke into a run, melting into the night in swift pursuit.
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:21:23 GMT -5
*** Delat stood in the middle of the wide road, one arm thrown back, the other twirling his force rod as the power surged through him. At his feet, the bleeding body of Inquisitor Windstrider, unconscious as deep gashes oozed with blood. Rover and Vatolev fought with mechanical precision, butchering the Shadow Legion as they tried in vain to overwhelm the beleaguered Inquisitor. Overhead, Gnarus rained death upon the snarling foes, and as Lord Inquisitor Delat drew upon his full powers, the air swam. In a sudden movement, Delat brought his arms down, and an explosion of psychic force blasted out in all directions, throwing the vampire horde back and breaking their bodies upon the looming buildings. A crackling force bubble materialised around him, and Vatolev glanced at him with mild surprise, never ceasing his steady rate of fire. The shells passed through the barrier to explode amongst the Shadow Legion, and the enraged vampires clawed at Delat’s bubble with relentless fury as they were gunned down. But they could not hold forever. Without warning, one of the vampires broke the barrier, and charged at Delat with murderous intent. As Vatolev spun and fired, beheading the beast in an explosion of gore, two more burst through, and the Magos was not fast enough to stop both. The first slowed to a drunken stagger as part of its chest was blown out, but did not cease its savage advance. The second charged right into Delat, a rifle held low as the bayonet gleamed murderously. It was all the Inquisitor could do to bring up his hand in defence, but the vampire was too fast, and the long blade punched through his arm without stopping. Ripping it free and tearing a huge rent in Delat’s flesh, it bore him to the floor, lunging for his throat with a triumphant cackle. Somehow he brought up the torn arm again, and the fangs sank deep into his wrist, puncturing an artery and sending waves of pain pulsing through his body. But the tattered limb was pushed violently aside, and the blood pounded in his veins as his enemy claimed his throat…<br> Two blades lashed down, severing the beast’s head just as its fangs closed upon the Inquisitor’s neck. Kicking the corpse aside, Corporal Kalam Mekhar hauled Delat to his feet, frowning at his ruined arm. Sagging in Kalam’s grasp, Delat was pale and limp, and his wound gushed with hot blood. “Magos! We need a medic, now!”<br> Vatolev stomped quickly to him, holstering his pistols and reaching out to take the body from Kalam, mechadendrites quickly descending on the torn limb. The bleeding was quickly stemmed with a tourniquet torn from Delat’s grey cloak, and the bulky Magos hoisted him onto one shoulder, drawing a bolt pistol in his free hand. “We go. Now. The way is clear.”<br> But the force bubble had faded with Delat’s fall, and the Shadow Legion darted forward, blades gleaming and eyes burning with bloodlust. Aimless fired into their ranks with deadly accuracy, blasting through a vampire’s throat with his lasrifle, but they were too many, and even Rover’s frenzied attacks could not keep them at bay. Then Gnarus Gotes descended, guns roaring as he tore them apart. Mechadendrites snaked out from his main body, winding around Inquisitor Windstrider and dragging him onto the wide carapace. As the Shadow Legion fell back before his wrath, Vatolev charged, gun blazing, barging aside the only vampire that dared to black his way. Far ahead, the Bridgeburners had broken the eneI disagreeault, and Vatolev’s huge feet pounded on the concrete as he made after them. In search of Mallet, before it was too late. As Gnarus rose once more into the air, bearing Windstrider away from the battle, the vampires closed on Kalam and Aimless, trampling the corpses that littered the street. Cracking off a shot, Aimless made after Vatolev, and Kalam was hard on his heels, lashing out with his knives to keep the vampires at bay. The way was clear, they had only to make it to the squad. And at their backs, the shadows gathered…<br>
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:21:43 GMT -5
*** Beheading the last slavering beast with a backhanded swing, Inquisitor Friedle did not even pause in his frenzied charge. Chainsword whirring in one hand, daemonblade writhing in the other, his blue robes were stained with the blood of the abominations he had slaughtered. In his wake, the Bridgeburners advanced, finishing off the crippled and wounded with sporadic shots as he gazed ahead into the night. Closing his eyes, Friedle tapped into the warp, and let its power flow through him like a glorious drug. In his mind’s eye he saw blurred shapes, images of past and future. The strands of destiny…<br> He saw Amaurn run ahead. He saw an unholy creature slain by Apsalar’s blades. He saw her give chase, and the images fade into the darkness. “You. With me.”<br> Signalling to the closest of the veterans, Friedle ran. And Private Trotts bounded after him, notched axes swinging loosely in his hands…<br>
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:22:00 GMT -5
Originally posted by Tydus
Tydus began to head back for the main fighting, still holding the hope of finding Imperial forces. As he stooped to pick up his las-gun, he felt a hand grab his ankle and pull. Losing his balance, Tydus smacked his head against a chunck of rubble on the way down. Laying there, looking up at the vampire he thought he had killed looming over him, it's teeth exposed in an evil grin, he knew he had to do something. Raising his las-gun in shaky hands, Tydus fired. The las blast missed the vampire by a fair margin, and its grin grew even wider.
"You will make a fine addition to the New Imperium."
That was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.
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Post by onilemur on Oct 18, 2004 18:22:17 GMT -5
Originally posted by Drazh Marazel
Exploration Force Zeta was split all over the surface of Fondor, its eyes everywhere.
This "Shadow Legion" had been classified as a Rogue Force, meaning that it pended investigation. That investigation had arrived with Exploration Force Zeta, along with a single message from the Dark Emperor himself.
Were any iconography including hands, eyes or the number nine present, or were any Inquisitors in the process of combating the Rogue Force, make sure they stayed in battle and exterminated each other.
And so the Exploration Force did. Biding their time, they picked at the Shadow Legion, the half-bloods no match for the elite pureblood commandos. The Bridgeburners must not fail until the Shadow Legion had been exterminated.
Then they would face a fate worse than death.
Humanity and Chaos alike are ridiculous concepts, unfit for existence. Only the glory of the New Imperium, of the Blood-Revolution and the Night Arising, can be allowed to reign supreme. When this is accomplished and the throne of the galaxy seized, Vampiredom can take its rightful place as the Lords of a sea of stars soaked red with the blood of those who opposed us.
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