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Post by Zrascak on Oct 1, 2009 11:38:35 GMT
As Zrascak is sitting at the edgeof the water he hears some sounds from the necron's work down below transferred through the water, weak but still enough for his enhanced senses to sense.
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Post by generalcross on Oct 1, 2009 20:50:23 GMT
The lake had settled further down the hill and ended at a type of dam ovrlooking a sharp hill. The distinct sounds of a teleporter sounded out as the lone Exarch materialised on a ledge on the cliff, where through the rock away held the makeshift lake. Reaching to his belt, Sajem pulled out a sophisticated capsule shaped object and attached it to the rockface in a crack. Setting the timer of the plasma grenade for 10 seconds, Sajem teleported away again.
A few seconds later, a huge section of the rockface exploded and a huge shelf of rocks came tumbling down in an avalanche, mixed in with tonnes of water. Within a minuite, the lake had been fully emptied down the side of the hill. Taking a second to admire his handiwork, Sajem vanished in a crackle of warp energy again. Now he had to hope that the arogant fool Ethernal would chase him with enough of his men to stop the Necron horde...
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Post by Father Nurgle on Oct 4, 2009 3:27:51 GMT
"some one is trying to break into the complex. my lord." TS-300 replied soon after the rumble outside. "let them come, they get to see the force of an awakening tomb complex..." Lord said from his energy core, regaining most of his lost body and power. "on my mark send the signal to start purging this system of life." He continued. "yes my lord." TS-489 said...
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 4, 2009 9:03:59 GMT
Zracsak sits at the edge of what just moment before had been a lake and grins a cruel small grin. "So, somebody with high technology ahs joined in, wnder which race, probably eldar. That technology is rare." he thinks.
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Post by sgtpenguin on Oct 6, 2009 22:57:44 GMT
The orks watched in surprise as the lake began to empty, soon looking just like it had before, other than everything being soaking wet. They grinned at each other, figuring that was a good sign, and they all jumped into the trukk. Throatslitta slammed his foot down on the pedal, making the trukk zip fowards, gaining speed as it neared the edge of the cliff.
Finally, it went flying through the air, going a few hundred feet before he hit the dirt. The heavy wartrukk slammed into the mud, various bits and pieces flying off, while the orks holding on just whooped and hollered. The trukk finally slid to a stop in a shower of mud, the trukk smoking and two of the tires rolling away to rest in the mud. Lazzrot leaped out of the driver seat, glancing around for any enemies and spotting what looked like a small hidden entrance beneath a layer of mud.
Grinning, he moved towards it, motioning the others to do likewise, while telling the grot to fix up the trukk. "And if eet ain't all nice an' workin' when I get back, yer gonna be squig food. " He tapped the entrance, glancing towards one of his boys who had what looked like several boxes strapped in various places. "'Ey, Bomblasta, get dis door open!" The ork, grinning, leapt towards the door and began placing several explosives around it, while the others headed back to the trukk.
Finally, Bomblasta ran towards the trukk, waving his hands like a mad boy, before there was a massive explosion behind him, sending him flying along with several layers of mud and metal. Everyone in the trukk ducked, then looked out, finding the the demolition ork several dozen feet away, caked with mud and a look of joy upon his face."Dat... waz BOOMY!" He yelled, before leaping back up and running to see the hole. Where the door was, a smoking hole leading into darkness replaced it. Lazzrot grinned, looking at the boys."Well, boyz, looks like we gots us ah way in."Saying so, he leapt down, followed by the others. "Dis gonna be fun."
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Post by Father Nurgle on Oct 7, 2009 0:37:43 GMT
"defenses have been breached on 2 sides, a warp spyder and what it appears to be with the large numbers orks. orders My lord?" TS-300 said peacefully. "the orks shouldn't be to much of a problem, send in 3 squads of warriors to give them deaths release. Give the signals for the heavy destroyers and destroyers to fly around the complex and find this exarch, he could be dangerous. give me time to awaken the other lords..." Lord said as he took a seat on a massive chair i the center of a room. the chair sank and he began to glow bright green as energy was sapped from him to feed the other lords of the complex. after ten minutes he rose from the chair, feeling weak, he knew his job was done, but needed to kill something. he hasn't gifted anyone with the release of death in a while... He put out his hand and from the far right wall his staff of light moved and shuffled and finally flew to his open hand. he walked towards the war gear wall and reached for a crackling shard that he put in his center chest peice. his second wargear was a black cape that he put on that shrouded him in darkness from behind. the third piece was wrist watch type machine. the chronometron. After he had retrieved his wargear he grabbed 2 immortals from the wall and gave them life. then ebbed in darkness and disappeared.
Mean while in the catacombs, 50 necron warriors flickered to life as lifeforms alerted them, their green barrels lit up and alerted the ork squad. the squad turned to slam into their enemies and closed into 12 feet of the warriors. The warriors fired and stripped many of the squad down to their basic atoms, only few orks remained, but by this time 7 of them had engaged in close combat, slashing as hard as they could to cut metal with metal... with over whelming numbers...
Out in the open lord appeared in a tree with his immortals the was nearly level with a wave serpent transport. An autarch in the wave serpent was barking orders madly, to find a warp spyder. "seems he is after the same spyder." Lord told his immortals... Lord jumped down from the tree, landing on the front of the wave serpent he stabbed his staff into the glass window and fell 5 feet with the machine, his immortals started to ripe apart the squad of dire avengers who fled the wreckage along with the autarch. their armour crackled as the green shots touched them. Lord emerged from the burning transport charging at a fast speed, lightning all around him. He made a b line straight to the autarch, just to damage the morale of the eldar. he reached the eldar commander and when he made it in he narrowly avoided a quick counter attack from the autarch. Lords staff parried the next shot which was a diagonal cut that was angled up wards. Lord bought up the end of his staff on the ground and slashed up with it. the blow knocked the autarch to his feet, Just as fast as he fell though the warrior was back up. Lord then took a horizontal slash at the man which was dodged and as the staff came back around the powersword of the autarch stabbed right into Lords chest, all the way through. Lord watched as lightning sparked from the sword and burned the autarch, badly. Now weaponless (from the sword in Lords chest) the autarch was on his butt. crawling back with his burned arm. Lord slowly walked to the defeated commander and slowly drew out the powersword stuck in his chest. and threw it down. Lord then lifelessly stabbed the wicked end of the staff of light into the autarchs body and twisted it. Both the lighting field and the staff of light fired off, shocking and stripping the autarch down until he was a lifeless burn crisp corpse... "Now it is done, i am satisfied... let us go back into the complex, there will be more to avenge this..." Lord said, ebbing away in his veil...
(don't worry, the autarchs orders are what u want them to be.)
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 7, 2009 13:02:00 GMT
ZRascak thinks while he unseen watches the slaughter of the autarch and then when the necrons are going inside again he aims with his sniper rifle and shoot one shot straight through the head of the last warrior before it can get out of range.
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Post by sgtpenguin on Oct 7, 2009 16:38:10 GMT
Throatslitta grinned as the orks entered combat with the metal enemies, ignoring the fact that most of the orks were destroyed. He leapt into combat, his choppa coming down hard on a metal skull, caving it in. Lazzrot grinned, before realizing it was repairing itself. "Oi! STAY DEAD!" He yelled, slamming his shoota into its face and emptying the entire clip. The metal machine finally fell, the amount of damage making repair impossible. He turned, seeing that the orks were losing, and spotted Bomblasta's corpse several feet away.
Pushing aside two orks to get to it, he grabbed the body, charging the explosives strapped to the orks chest while he grabbed the detonator. "You metal gits are gonna get it!" He screamed, while an ork next to him got vaporised. He lifted up the corpse, throwing it as far as he could into the mass of metal warriors, then leapt backwards as he triggered the detonator. There was a massive explosion, sending him skidding along the ground with a grot clinging to his back. Metal bits, ork remains, and other things flew over his head. He turned and looked back, pleased to see that no Necrons remained, while there were a few orks. "I really need ta bring more boys..." He muttered, then grabbed the grot, who had what looked like a large box with antenna's sticking out of the top. " Get da otha boys on da kommunictata! Tell 'em we got some goods fightin' ova here!" He dropped the grot to the floor, while it began to bang on the radio.
Lazzrot motioned the rest of the boys to cover the hallway while he waited for the rest of the boys to get here. This was gonna be a big fight.
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Post by generalcross on Oct 7, 2009 21:21:08 GMT
Sajem stood in awe at the destruction wrought on the mighty Eldar forces. The entire amy had been brought low, and he couldn't help but wonder whether he had caused this indirectly. Hundreds of Eldar people now lay dead, lost to the galaxy. In this bleak and hopeless situation, there was nothing that one individual could do to save his own people...
Within his chest, a sudden flare surged. The call of Khaela Mensha Khaine had stirred from the bloodbath. With the cold, xenocidal hatred so typical of the Biel-Tan, Sajem accepted that there would be only one path for him to follow now, a brutal and shortlived one.
The enhances sensors on his Exarch suit picked up a sniper shot, and quickly Sajem activated his Jump pack to investigate. He teleported in front of Zrascak and observed the being in front of him. "My name is Exarch Sajem Warpweaver, Guardian of the shrine of Khaine. My kinsmen lie dead on this battlefield because of the Necrons. Death is my only destiny now. If you wish to assist me in avenging those who have fallen, and to save the souls of those who will be harvested, then I will accept your aid."
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Post by Father Nurgle on Oct 7, 2009 22:16:09 GMT
(o boy, once more i have to be along, no matter, i know i will lose and will will go down with fun.  ) Lord Now felt as if he was tied into the fray, seeing as this tomb world was just barely awakening he had to stop the encroaching attack on the still weak necrons. "send in the flayed ones to handle the orks that survived, they need new skins... Now that the eldar are leaderless we have orks to hold off, get the destroyers ready to fly over the greenskin horde that is incoming and see what they can do with strafing..." Lord ordered as he walked into an energy core and watched as his chest puncture slowly recovered. "Yes my lord..." TS-489 called out. "i will be right back..." Lord said before disappearing... The orks at the newly made entrance waited impatiently, all until the the ground in front of them slowly opened up and flayed ones ponderously strode towards them. gun shots fired at the skin covered machines and not many fell, and as the flayed ones neared 10 yards, the orks charged out, but between the orks and flayed ones, lord appeared from black darkness and activated his chronometron. "Orks do not make this mistake, we will allow you more time to create your space hulks, and wagh to the next planets, and if you want, we will give you machines to do so, just leave us to our planet or we will be forced to destroy you..." Lord said through the minds of the orks, hoping they would take his bluff. And before the chronometron stopped he ebbed away with the flayed ones back into the base. hoping his bluff worked... |
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Post by sgtpenguin on Oct 8, 2009 0:04:24 GMT
Lazzrot joined the barrage on the approaching tin heads, shouting with glee as several of them dropped. He paused to reload, before realising that a larger metal warrior with a giant stick had appeared in front of the orks. "Orks do not make this mistake, we will allow you more time to create your space hulks, and Waagh to the next planets, and if you want, we will give you machines to do so, just leave us to our planet or we will be forced to destroy you." Most of the orks, itching for a fight, barely noticed it. A few stopped and tilted their heads.
Lazzrot growled, yelling at the orks to keep fighting before he replied to the tin head leader. "Zog off! Theres plenty of good fightin' on dis rock! And we'll take da parts off ya when ya dead! Now shut yer trap an get ta fightin!" He emphasised his statement with a burst from his shoota, ducking a swipe from a Flayed One and slamming his choppa into the things chest, causing it to stumble back enough for him to back up while firing the shoota into it. Many of his orks were dying, and he wasn't sure how close the other boys were.
"Zoggit..." He muttered, leaping fowards and slamming his axe into the closest necrons face, dodging the return attack. He looked around, realising he was the only ork left standing. Not including the grot still stuck on his shoulders. He finished off the last of the necron with an entire clip from his shoota, and then began collecting ammo from the many dead orks, ignoring the fact that many of the necrons were slowly pulling themselves together.
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 8, 2009 11:59:19 GMT
"Greetings exarch. I will assist you but I am sorry to say that I can not die together with you, I still have things to do in this world. Could you tell me what craftworld that you spring from so that I can deliver your soul there after your demise? I do not wish somebody that is as strong as you to be lost to the darkness." Zrascak said as he stood up before the eldar.
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Post by generalcross on Oct 8, 2009 21:09:42 GMT
"I serve under the craftworld Biel-Tan. I appreciate your assistance in this matter and I will try not to drag you into the darkness. If you manage to locate my craftworld in the end, please can you also return the spirit of my commander, Autarch Ethernal, as well. By those deeds, you shall have our trust." Sajem stood up and turned his cold gaze to the entrance in the earth, where sounds of combat could be heard. " We must move quickly, the orks will provide a distaction for us to enter. I can use my Warp Pack to manouver, but the Necrons will detect the signitures if I use it too much. What skills do you have at stealth or combat?"
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 9, 2009 13:10:20 GMT
"I do not have the right equipment for real sealth with em right now but I am fast, also if needed o I could cut down one of those necron so-called immortals easily. Do not worry about me finding your craftworld, I am pretty muhc at home in the webway and the harlequins surely know it's location." Zrascak says as he puts his sniper on his back and gets ready. "If you can't use your warp pack then I think it is time for us orun."
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Post by generalcross on Oct 9, 2009 22:11:53 GMT
"Our main target is the Necron Lord, the origin of this dark harvest. He will most likely be in the innermost chambers attempting to power up the tomb complex. If we can eliminate him then this should grind to a halt. Lets go." With that, Sajem sprang down towards the tunnel entrance with Zrascak and entered the echoing cavern, making his way cautiously through the metalic routes.
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