Iron Mongers: fall of a chapter

[carnofex]

ken jumped from the roof of a building landing on the balcony of our small 2 story hab unit and walk inside hanging his bolter and lance next to his Honor guard recon armor. "what a day don't you all think?" he ask every one who could hear him. then walks into his room sitting at his desk watching more vids of his past. "an life as we know it comes to a end as the star god comes into view of this marvelous life." he says to himself

[Father Nurgle]

(well i think here is one "Space Shark" They are drop pod assaulter army with a higher number of dreadnoughts, terminators, and scouts. but if you want more to see and find then check out warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Space_Marine_Chapters)

Ravenous heard movement behind him. it was heavier than Kali, he moved his head to check and to see Ken. "you know there is a reason they made doors?"Ravenous said jokingly as he shut the door expecting everyone to follow the commander's ways of entry. Ravenous walked lightly to his heavy bolter and sat next to it. he unwrapped his hand bandages and began to clean every part of the gun. it was one of things he still had left of his former glory.
His hands were bruised and blistered from the constant target practice he had been doing down at the range. His aim was improving, even with his rapid firing weapon. Beside his heavy bolter rested his ammo pack, large, bulky, and stocked with ammo it was laid on his golden yellow and red trim Imperial Fists power armor. leaned up against the corner was his chainsword and pistol. polished to perfection. all of it. This was his corner. all he did was polish and target practice. he was actually beginning to miss the Imperial Fists most iconic practice; The Pain glove.

[vagabond6]

ooc: really annoys me that my post didn't post and so now I have to read through everything that has happened since and change my perfectly good peace. I almost can't be bothered.

IC: Tunrael Gravus, assassin of Clade Vanus strode with odd purpose across the wet marble of the street. he did not slip or falter on the once polished stone that was now coated in dirt and rain, which incidentally made it no cleaner. Es'tau had once been a world of great riches and status - now it was the home of mercenaries of all races, and dark deeds by the thousand. Some parts of the street bustled with people and both the cloying smell of the humid air, the overcooked meat at nearby stalls and the chemical infused rain filled his enhanced olfactory sensors. it made his eyes water a little. This planet had a large amount of industry in some districts and so chemicals became part of the atmosphere rapidly. Tunrael did not like this place, although he had changed a lot from when he had first joined the inquisition and been assigned to the Iron Mongers, it still always felt odd to be out in the open like this. The life of a vanus did not call for much deployment in the field if any, this must make me an oddity, he thought. It was long since he had spent whole days inside a work pod at the Clade temple, times change. He had been trained in the use of the - rather powerful for the nature of his usual method of killing - weapons and since he had decided to stay with the IM (as he called them) when they left the Imperium to seek fortune and a better life, if one was possible in a galaxy of total war. His specially made soles gripped to the slippery paving stones of their own accord, this was the only part of his assassin garb that he was currently wearing. He was not dressed in his now altered officio bodysuit, but instead in some clothing of a much lower quality bought from a stooped local merchant who was only too happy to accept a couple of quarterthrones and a small chunk of Thralaxini razor quartz. He had a feeling he was not the first owner of the faded burgundy tunic and grey trousers he now wore, but that mattered little. Of course he was no master of disguise by any means, nowhere near the skill of the callidus, however he was rather proud of his disguise to make himself blend in even if not totally necessary. It made him feel at ease... as much as he could be in such a place. It rubbed against thin stretched olive flesh everywhere but his right wrist where it brushed against the cool bronze coloured cogitator gauntlet mounted their. The device was a thousand normal computing devices rolled into one and he wore it on his wrist as the common man may wear a chrono (one of which was of course a mech implant in the back of his head. He flexed his left had nervously. He was nearing the end of the narrow street, it was barely big enough for a groundcar but it certainly smelled as if many passed by every day, and there were deposits of it in traces on the pavement and buildings, he noticed. As he cam up to the bar he was supposed to meet his cohorts in he heard out of tune raucous music and an equally tone deaf and rowdy clientèle joining in. light spilled out through the grubby stained glass windows on the front of the drink house. He was almost on the doorstep when a ruddy skinned man wearing rags the he immediately noted were not what he usually wore but was used to wearing them for this. The man spoke
"kind sir could you spare a throne for a man in need."
"no"
"have you no compassion sir?"
"that is debatable, however you are worse no matter what I am, tell me, what is your name?"
"jed malak"
"LIAR!" Tun yelled theatrically "Your name is Jabal Malachi Rothko"
"n-" the man gave up, realising the futility of his lying. "how did you know?" he inquired with shock and suspicion.
"I can already guess much about your life from what you have said and the very obvious layers of your appearance." I could find out more in but a few short seconds." Tunrael rose his right arm up and tapped the gauntlet to activate a large cluster of holographic data only understandable to him. He touched the glowing images rapidly, absorbing information. He closed it down and looked back at Jabal. He recited basic statistics at first and the moved on to the mans life story in brief, Gravus was like a talking mirror. He spoke of the many affairs and nefarious dealings and then eventually how he had set up a begging network which had recently collapsed due to the deaths of many of it's members in some factory machinery. The man grew pale and sweaty... Well more than he had been in this humid evening weather.
"I could ruin your life with the tap of a few more buttons. I want you to stop this or I will destroy you."
The man gave a weak nod. "go" said gravus as he turned away and entered the bar. A wall of sound and scent hit him as he walked in and sat down at the table he realised his friends had just been inhabiting. He looked up and saw a man leaping from a balcony near by. "ken..." he half laughed the word. He ordered a measure of the local brew noted for it's strength and fruity flavour. Looking up, he saw through the patchwork of coloured glass that was the window, Jabal Rothko asking a squat in an oversized hat for money. Tun shook his head reprovingly. He sent small bits of data in the right places. It took him around five seconds. Little did the man beyond the glass know that he would take his own life in three days as his world collapsed around him. Agent Gravus gave a wry smile and said, mostly to himself
"I love my job" and took a long draught of the beverage. He could find the others easily enough, he could take his time.

[mina]

Kali lays in bed half asleep and dripping with sweat. She hasn't slept well in weeks.........(fading to dreams) *She is bound her arms besides her head as the cultists dance closer. The colors around her are dizzying and then he steps forward, a man clothed in dark colors with grotesque wins coming from his back. "Join with us child, Tzeentch demands it." A much younger Kali spits on him her anger absolute. Then he whispers to her in a voice so raspy and grating she shudders in her sleep, "Then you will serve on your knees until you finally surrender to his will." The dancing grows more vigourous as he pulls out a blade and begins to carve her hand up to leave room for his gem. Kali wakes up as the stone lowers into her hand. She wakes up her sheets twisted around her and sweat pouring off her body. She stands shakily no longer feeling like sleep. She closes her eyes for a moment as the change into a ghost sweeps over her body. It begins at her toes and slowly she becomes intangible. Then she carefully steps through the walls and plods her way down into the street. She cares so little right this moment that when she fazes back inhto reality she is plodding through the grime filled streets barefoot. Calls for money and help fall on her ears but she just walks through the streets allowing the rain to soak through her scant clothing. She turns a street corner and walks quickly. SPLASH! She turns quickly.

What was that? she thinks. Another splash resounds and she reaches for her rifle. "Come out and face me!" She screams as another splash is heard. Then nothing she is standing in the middle of the street and no one is around. She turns as her muddy feet splash through the rain towards the market. It is going to be a long night at this rate.

[Father Nurgle]

Ravenous only sat in uncomfortable silence through nights. being a scarred ex space marine he was ill fated to receive a mutation that gave away his ability to sleep. with so much time on his hands he had nothing else to do except polish and practice. he heard the feint sounds of Ken's videos, and the sounds of the mercenary city from the wind blowing. but when he heard light female foot steps it broke his concentration. 5 seconds of pausing he heard a splash outside. he very lightly walked over to a window and looked out it. moonlight only revealing half of his scarred bald head. he could see a dark silhouette of Kali. his enhanced space marine eyes could see much better with the low amount of light given to him. Kali's eyes were darting quickly entrance to entrance, Ravenous was getting worried of what was out there and started searching for movement... But he found nothing threatening.

[mina]

Kali looks about a final time feeling just a bit paranoid. "You've been in the dark to long Kali girl. You need to lighten up." she speaks to herself softly just to make the silence go away. SPLASH! She turns in a circle her eyes falling upon a old begger women slowly ambling through all the deepest puddles. She breathes a sigh of relief and steps out of the street and leans up against a wall.

You shouldn't be out this late in that garb dearie. They say the demons walk the streets at night."the old crone mumbles. Then the women looks up with her one good eye and smiles at her," Or are you a demon taking human form and here to trick a old woman?"

"Cease your nattering old woman, I haven't any money and I am in need of no wisdom. Leave me to the rain and silence."

The old woman cackles at her," You mean your misery Spirit."

Kali glares at the old woman," You dare.."

The woman interrupts her ," Not a spirit, a tool of demons."she says in a whisper and chuckles again. "Still serving the demons inside you aren't you."

Kali snarls and lunges forward grabbing air. She looks up bewildered her hand clenched in front of her. She can still hear the old crone laughing. She turns in a full circle and not seeing the woman she becomes shaken and turns bolting back towards the front door and jiggling the handle and entirley forgetting that she could walk through the door. She shakes the knob as hard as possible.

[vagabond6]

As he walked back to the temporary IM hab-zone, Tunrael wondered whether the others would be sleeping. The Astartes Ravenous seemed to have almost now need of sleep, and from how she had been behaving of late he was certain Kali would be awake, troubled by her past and her mind. Everything but bars, brothels and a few stalls was closed. He reached the hab and typed out the code on the door without thought. The door cluncked to one side, it's mechanism worn after years of use by various temporary owners. He walked through the main space and saw that at the back Kali was struggling with the door. Odd, he thought, she could just phase through, yes it would use energy but she would be sleeping soon anyway... He opened it for her and she stormed past without a word. He was a little taken aback by this. It was not worth dwelling on, she was prone to such mood swings, but something always causes them even if it is just within her own thoughts. And of course thoughts are affected by the world one inhabits... He let the subject fade from his head. He went to his personal space and lay down on the hard bed in the smooth wall alcove. He exhaled heavily, already half asleep, aided by the alcohol. His last thought - he could not wait until they left this planet, he could not wait to get a mission, something to do and a reason to get back into his uniform

[carnofex]

ken sighd and shifted after the final video. is sences told him to move and he barly did as what seemed like a sniper round zipped past his head he moved to the door then grabbing his bolter And taking a peek to see were the shooter is. another round wized past his head as he got down moving to the door. "looks like someone wants us dead team." he looked around only seeing one tdam member

[Father Nurgle]

Ravenous' ears moved up as the acute space marine senses picked up the sound of a silenced bullet of a sniper rifle bury itself into the wall of the room upstairs where Ken was watching his past. The night was always when something happens. On his way to the stairs he noticed a newcomer. from the looks of it an assassin from the darker colors he wore, luckily it wasn't an enemy. if it was Ravenous would already have been dead.
Walking up the stairs with an accelerated pace Ravenous didn't mean to nearly push the door off it's hinges when he went to open the door. Just from a second Ravenous saw a bullet stuck into the wall adjacent to him and a curtain with a bullet hole in it. Ravenous back out of the room as Ken crawled towards the door. Ravenous was without his bolt pistol or his heavy bolter, "20 more minutes in the pain glove..." he mumbled as he noted the risky mistake. "sir, what is happening?" he inquired as Ken reached the door.

[mina]

Kali hears Ken call that out and then she hears another round go through the wall. She runs into her room and hits the ground as a barrage of bullets comes flying through her window. She crawls over to her pillow and pulls her handy lightning claw out from under it. Then she reaches under the bed and grabs her rifle strapping it to her back and wishing she had time to dress. Then she crawls out of the room and runs up the stairs. She looks in at all of them to be certain they are awake and alive. Then with a nod of her head her body begins to phase out and the last thing any of them see is a wicked smile on her face. Then that too is gone as Kali falls through the floor and walks out through the wall. She begins to scan thr rooves looking for whoever is trying to kill them. *There* she thinks spotting movement. She runs through the opposite building's wall and then she begins the process of phasing back in. When she is fully back she begins to ascend the stairs while loading her rifle.

[vagabond6]

ooc:

Aug 22, 2010 15:42:56 GMT Father Nurgle said:

On his way to the stairs he noticed a newcomer. from the looks of it an assassin from the darker colors he wore, luckily it wasn't an enemy.

just so you know, as I said in my bio, Tunrael has been with the Iron Mongers since before they left the imperium. he was attached to them by an inquisitor.

IC: As soon as the shadowy haze of sleep had begun to envelop him, it departed. This was due in the most part to several gunshots in the next room. He sat bolt upright as he heard the others moving and shouting. He shook his head from side to side as if it would some how make everything in his brain fit into place. As a vanus he had had implants to help his brain become active more rapidly. He leapt from the bed and swiftly donned his assassinotorum black uniform with built in flexiarmour. Then took his mask from the low desk by the window and placed it over his face where it sat for a second before recognising his face and using the auto-suspensors and suction mechanisms around it's edges to fix on to his face. He looked up and out of the curtainless window for a second, enhanced ocular function due to implants and the mask scanning the silhouetted roof for any sign of the gunman. He found movement but could not fix on a target, very odd, must be wearing a cloaking device of some sort. Tunrael turned from the window, head spinning, mind racing through the possibilities. He found many but one really stood out to him, and it worried him. He ran down the corridor and down a flight of short stairs where he saw the giant monster of a man, the astartes known by the codename "Ravenous" He new him well but ravenous thought little of humans, they were but things that needed protection, even assassins. But since the IM had left the Imperium He had grown to know those in his company who were not space marines as people who actually had a purpose and were more than just billions of bags of flesh with arms and legs and a brain. Yet still Tunrael's face always seem to disappear from his mind. Maybe Gravus wanted this and had deliberately made it so using the mind tricks of his Clade. They both went to Ken's room, Ravenous smashing the door open, and saw the bullet holes in the wall. More shots came through the broken window, one hitting Ravenous. He took a step back but the marine otherwise remained unphased. "20 more minutes in the pain glove..." unarmed Ravenous mumbled as he noted the risky mistake. "sir, what is happening?" he inquired as Ken reached the door. Tunrael's enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a bullet being released from a silenced gun (he was trained to notice such sounds and block out other, more inconsequential, background noise.) less than a second later bullets were ricochetting off the walls of Kali's room. They all made their way down to her and were just in time to see her phasing through the wall like a spectre with claws of the destructive energy of the storm. Tunrael had his cogitator gauntlet over his wrist and a small power weapon concealed within a near-invisible sheath and a holstered compact bolt pistol (MK.VII, Terran pattern). He knew that the window were not mechanical so he couldn't pull the trick of opening it remotely and jumping out. He left the room with the towering, stern-faced astartes behind him. He knew that soon the Space marine would overtake with his superior biology but Tunrael was swift to get out of the back door. He looked up at the building at the end of the back courtyard and saw a shimmer on top. Kali was going past the top floor widow of the building, she would be too late to catch the sniper. He tried to warn her but when she burst out of the skylight the sniper had already gone. He was now tracking the gunman's heat signal.
"This way" He shouted to the others, "I can track him, but we have to act quickly to stop him getting away!" They ran back through the hab building and up to it's roof. "He's heading west"
"we have to follow an invisible man on a chase across these wet roofs? doesn't sound too safe" said ken "I'm always one to take a risk, let's go!" The rest of the remnants of this chapter/mercenary warband, the lines were blurred now, were elsewhere on this world, finding new equipment and hired guns to bulk the ranks. They raced across the city roofs, every time ravenous landed on one he nearly smashed right through. Tun had got used to this kind of thing since he had been more active in field service but he still slipped a little on the slippery tiles.
"w-wait, what?!" exclaimed Tunrael
"what is it?" asked the ghost woman
"I- I've ... um .. lost him.. He... his heat signature just disappeared, he must have turned on a bodyheat cloaker."
Gravus sent out a swarm of netflies to search for the sniper while they discussed how to find the man.

[carnofex]

Ken looked at him his face was a mask of anger."what do you mean you lost him no tay or human can just disaper into thin air." Ken paced were he was he was starting to get very mad at the imperum of man seending killers after them. "what race was he.... ?" he asked looking up at them all.

[vagabond6]

"From what I could tell, he has a cloaking device and was a good shot with a long silenced sniper rifle. That's pretty advanced to be a vindicare, or possibly an eldar ranger or... well.. possibly a tau mercenary. but why would a tau use a solid projectile weapon rather than energy?" Said The Vanus
"I don't know, you're the one who's supposed to be so bloody clever, work it out!" came Ken's reply.
"look comrades, the invisible sniper seems to have snagged himself on something here and ripped some of his clothing and skin." said Ravenous
"blood as well" noted Kali
"Ravenous, doesn't one of your Astartes organs allow you to see the mindset of someone by eating part of them...?" Before Ravenous answered Tun's gauntlet bleeped, notifying him that the netflys had picked something up. Half of them returned and relayed information back to him.

[Father Nurgle]

"Where is he?" exclaimed Ravenous as he jogged with his heavy bolter slumping in hand. in the 3 minutes before the group started to run off for this failed assassin Ravenous had suited up. Now what stood with the group was a yellow giant. With his helmet on he now showed no emotion, his red cape fluttered as it came to a stop with him. Ravenous was the slowest, by this time Tunrael had already started discussing what to do. Ravenous couldn't make any suggestions that were useful, he wasn't a stealthy tracker, not a hunter who relishes the hunt. He was but a weapon, to be used correctly and to hold his ground. Standing in a readied defensive firing position Ravenous scanned the rooftops with his eyes, and his heavy bolter barrel...

[vagabond6]

Apparently the marine couldn't tell anything from the fresh blood. Tun knelt down and picked the small, ripped fragment of deep orange cloth from the spike it was caught on.
"Hmm... well it would seem to me that this is a formally trained assassin who may have gone rogue like us... It could be the colour of the Ua'mau sept, but this may not be the case... a vindicare definitely wouldn't wear such clothing... unless this sniper wants us to think he is not a vindicare because he or she actually is."
"Assassin, explain simply, do we know what it is?" inquired Ravenous
"not certain but..." said Tun, various maps of ideas forming in his mind "well... ok, I can search for various criteria regarding basic info and evidence I have already gathered. We should split into two groups and scour the area while I work it out."
"I am the leader remember Vanus, do not disregard that" said ken "But we will use your plan, for now, I will go with Kali"
"That means I am with you", said The Marine gruffly to the assassin. With that they split and climbed down from the roof to search.