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Post by mina on Feb 15, 2010 21:44:44 GMT
Zatyzk gives the equivalent of a grin for her race as she moves out her carapace and skin already beginning to change into that of a lovely female. Still naked despite that she shifts her skin so that cuts and scars show. She then begins to walks silentley towards her prey a young guardsmen who is scared out of his wits." Help me please they attacked me." She crumbles to the floor near him pretending to giving heaving breaths. Already the smell of his flesh beginning to intoxicate her. As he draws near it is already too late for him. She leaps at him her claws and teeth finding his chest and neck easily. She is already back to skulking about as his comrades find him torn to pieces.
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Post by Green Triangle on Feb 15, 2010 21:44:53 GMT
(Father nurge your character is fine : D, but Mina, where did the guardsman come from? I'm sure I said Blood angels lolfagroflzors?)
Loki detected a psychic signal, it was from her brood. She scuttled through countless vents and many times had to sneak past and kill the red ones. When she reached her brood her claws were dripping with blood and so were most of her broods claws too. They were all similar to herself, darker blue, almost black, with the same glowing yellow eyes. There was thirty two of them in the brood, all equally intelligent.
The signal had warned Loki of a Blue one among the Red ones. She knew what it meant instantly. All thirty two of them crawled through a vent and they came to a large tear in the metal. Through it they could see the Blue one and a Burning Red one. If they did not destroy the Burning red one seperately, they knew they would suffer heavy casualties. The Blue one was lucky this time, but its death, unknown to it, had just been postponed.
They followed the vent through to the sounds of fighting. They could see very little through the darkness, but they could make out the shape of a Red one and many of their own brethren. The Red one was fighting with a chain edged weapon, but there was so many purestrains, they thought nothing of it, and concluded they could manage without the broods help.
Inside, the vent was so dark that Loki almost bumped into their Patriarch. The corridor below the tunnel was dark and its only light came from some sparks flying out of a wire. The patriarch dropped down and the brood of thirty two followed. Venomlurk hissed and clicked and Loki did the same. Loki left the corridor with five of her brood. If genestealers could have grim expressions, Loki would have one now.
He had instructed them to wake the broodlords.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 15, 2010 21:53:37 GMT
naga looked at the apocathary, unnoticed by any of the squad, eccept possibly nomoar, who felt his psychic powers weakening slightly. he slipped silently back into the vent on the wal, and prepared to strike.
seth waited fro the apocathary to finish, then saw the same shadow move, again in the corner of his eye. "sir, i think there is either a very stealthy stealer, or a deamonic presence nearby. its worrying me."
naga took that moment to strike. he lept out of the shadows and took the fight to the terminator too close for anystorm bolter fire, incase another marine was hurt. his honour blade ripped the guts out of one maine, and his scything talons killed another. both times he ripped the gene seed out with precision and ripped them to peices with his spare hand whilst his scything talons and honour blade di the work for him. the young marine was cut off from him by 3 marines, and the apocathar was beyond that. he snarled, jumped over the librarians head and into a vent, scuttling up it quickly. he came to find venomlurk squatting above a small group of marines, armed with only storm blters and powerfists. "and what might you be doing venomlurk."
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Post by mina on Feb 15, 2010 21:54:11 GMT
ooc(Nah, they always take guard with them to die. Pawns in chess and such. Everbody needs a meat wall, even blood angels. Still, I am good with killing a angel.)
Her head flicks up as she senses the presence of the Patriarch nearby. She scuttles up the walls and through the vents until she forms in with the main group. Her mind joining in with all the rest. Just another voice among so many.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 15, 2010 22:21:33 GMT
naga eyes the new arrival suspiciously, for she momentarily looked liek a anked human female. then, her tyranid features protruded through, and he gazed no longer. he approached the patriarch, bowed, and threw the remains of th gene seed at the patriarchs feet. "they seem to be willing to give their lifes to defend this substance sir. i would suggest, as an advisor mearly, to send someone to "recover" the substance from the imperials.
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Post by mina on Feb 15, 2010 22:45:02 GMT
Zatyzk looks at the seed on the ground and then back up at the Patriarch, her voice comes out in a low buzz," I agree. I would be willing to collect this substance for you."
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Post by hivefleetcollossus on Feb 15, 2010 23:09:59 GMT
Finishing off the last of the small group Brother Zeperinus plowed through the debris & wreckage that littered the chamber. Upon his return he was told of the casualty. He cursed himself for abandoning his Brothers in need. He swore to take the place of the fallen & honer him by becoming a more loyal companion. A heavy silence fell on the room in a way that rivaled mania. After what seemed like ages Brother Zepherinus finally spoke.
"Careful, they might be using those vents to get around in."
An exasperated look from his battle Brothers informed him he just made the understatement of the year.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Feb 16, 2010 1:10:14 GMT
"the emperor guides his soul now, there is no need to have that tone in your voice." Infernus says to Brother Zeperinus. "i say, since I'm here, that we use the air vents to our advantage." He began "but first, we need to catch a live specimen. I've done research on the exile Kryptman and his records say that he has been able to capture live tyranid specimens via stasis fields." Infernus takes out hand sized pentagonal plates. "and with my knowledge of poisons and diseases, we can make an airborne disease that harms the tyranids. just as such done by our brothers on Ichar IV. and with our air purification systems will be unaffected by it." He puts the device away. "any one got a better plan?" he asks, readying his gun.(sensing an attack)
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Post by hivefleetcollossus on Feb 16, 2010 5:47:47 GMT
Brother Zepherinus shifted his attention from the opening in the vent to the bulkhead to the right, then back again. Infernus had encouraged a biological assault. Zepherinus stepped forward, his chainfist still soaked with the blood of the xeno, "Your will, my hands." He walked over to the bulkhead and began to pull at it, stuck. He returned to the doorway he came in from, still silent as a tomb. This chamber appeared to have no other exit. His gaze fell on the vents once more. We must follow the vents. It looks like they go into the room behind the bulkhead. Brother Zepherinus let his Chainfist scream through the bulkhead as it made fast work of it. In a few short minutes he could see what lie beyond the doorway. It was the remnants of the Hulks main engine room. There was a something ominous emanating from the long dormant machinery. Brother Zepherinus looked deep into the large chamber. At the far end he saw what appeared to be eyes. He loosed a fury from his Storm Bolter. Only to discover his target had vanished. At first he thought it was his eyes deceiving him. Then he realized there was nothing in that corner that could possibly appear as eyes. The xenos skirmisher tactics vexed Zepherinus to no end. He asked himself: how can we fight what we cannot see? He looked over to Seth, beckoning him to shine some light on the subject.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 16, 2010 6:36:57 GMT
seth loked at zepherius, then dodded. his flamer spurted flames, setting several cans of grease on fire, creating a long lasting light beacon. "unfortunately, thats gona act as a homing beacon to the hostiles.
naga looked at zatyzx, then back uo to the patriarch. "or, we could send souleater."
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Post by Lord Sandwich on Feb 16, 2010 7:12:35 GMT
Venomlurk hissed and clicked, then growled a signal to the massed Genestealers. Roughly a hundred of his brood scattered, and took up positions in the massive chamber. Venomlurk himself was poised to strike. The Blood Angels were coming.
And the trap was set.
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Post by hivefleetcollossus on Feb 16, 2010 10:10:15 GMT
The glow of the flames danced across the walls of the great room. It brought life into the threatening darkness. To Zepherinus the room was now alive. It appeared as if the walls were moving, but that was just the fire light, or was it? The Genestealers were moving in tandem with the flame, making them hard to trace. He soon discovered that those who had entered the room were in the presence of xeno vanguards. Every time he aimed, he lead his target just enough to anticipate their six limbed locomotion. Zepherinus's patience was his asset. He didn't hesitate to unleash Bolter round after Bolter round into any of the xenos closing in on them. A awful din erupted as the vents overhead gave out due to the amassed xenos collective weight. About a dozen of them fell from the collapsing vents, landing in the fire. The weight of the group crushed the life out of the unfortunate bottom Genestealer, it's vertebrae was shattered to a fine dust. The fires grasp set a few more ablaze. Zepherinus kicked one away as it flailed in desperation, wailing in agony. At the same time a (healthy) Genestealer leaped directly at him, those diamond tipped salvos ready to Rend his Terminator Armor. Brother Zepherinus shot his Chainfist arm up in one miraculous arc, splitting the xeno in two. His place was here, his home was battle itself. Never did Zepherinus feel more at peace than he did as he ended the lives of those who sought to destroy all his chapter stands for. More shots echoed through the dilapidated engine room. The narrow gap between the fallen vents, now heated from the flame, made for a deleterious passage. Allowing one, maybe two, in at a time. Of course they were scampering all over the walls & ceiling as well, making for a very peaceful feeling in Zepherinus's terms.
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Post by Scarclaw on Feb 16, 2010 10:33:24 GMT
Night ran to meet up with the rest of her squad. She saw Brother Zepherinus fighting the xenos as they climbed through the vents. Night unleashed enough bullets to down a thunderhawk into the vents. Suddenly she felt a thud on her back. There were 2 Genestealers clawing at here armour. She smacked her back against the wall and crushed them. "Just another day at the office."
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Post by Hellbreaker on Feb 16, 2010 10:56:28 GMT
Uttering a few words and quickly waving his hand lightning started to arc across Nomoar's Force hammer, electrocuting a few xenos as he struck them. Lightning dancing across the wall. "Blood angels, fight on! These xenos wants nothing but to destroy us, we mustn't let them succeed!" He stroke again, killing a few more xenos.
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Post by Fungus A on Feb 16, 2010 11:20:29 GMT
Name: Elecsus Uranphum Type: Regular Weapons: Powerfist and storm bolter. Description/Bio: A veteran from multiple crusades, He carries the memories of over a hundred mighty battles and holds the memories of each face of his dying foe. He is bitter and refuses to let any emotion get the better of him, given enough power he would be a tyrant but he is also a fierce and loyal warrior who often makes decisions to save his team. He is lethal in combat, when cornered however his nerve breaks and he often lashes out erratically.
((Is this okay?))
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