Death has many faces....

[virado]

(OOC: FYI the chapter i'm using is not made by me only the character and his events. So their tactics and descriptions were made by other people who rolled up the rites of battle to make this chapter.)

Lazarus pulled down the restrain harness and clicked it into place. The harness would keep him in place should anything happen. "Brother Val be ready for combat the moment we land. No telling what is out there." The triangular doors slid closed and a mechanical voice of one of the tech-priests squawked over the vox-com "Drop commencing in five seconds." Lysander loved this moment. He was not an assault marine. The Ice serpents had none. But what they did have were special drop pods to carry everything from rhino chassis tanks to land raiders to the rarest and monstrous baneblades.The rush of dropping was something lot lost on the Ice serpents who used it to pump themselves up. When the count hit one Lysander smashed his fists together and grinned inside his helmet. "Bring it on."

The docking clamps released the pod an for a split second anything loose floated in zero gravity. Then the propulsion booster ignited and it was sent upward into the ceiling as the pod rocketed toward the planet's surface. The trip only lasted a few minutes but Lysander relished every second of it as the pod brought him closer to war. Then the retro-boosters ignited and the pod smashed into the ground with a loud crash.

"Brother Val lets go!" Lazarus picked up his standard bolter and pointed it straight outside as the doors fell. "Go go go!" he said as he stormed outside into the clearing. He stopped as the clearing was clear and silent except for the beeping coming from the wreck. "Tch nothing. All clear inquisitors. No hostiles." he said as he walked backwards into the pod.

[carnofex]

As the drop pods released. Ripjaw held onto his bolter. He made sure he had his power fist was in his bag. He made sure no one saw it. As the clamps released fireing them down at the great speed ripjaw held his breath as the drop pods thrusters we're fired he shaked in his armor not used to the drop pod.

As the pod hit the ground ripjaw loaded his clip and was already up and aiming as the ramps went down he moved out aiming in each direction. "Clear" he shouts

[hurg]

++ Do not be so quick to assume, Brother++ Azmodeus voxxed, ++We should fan out and secure the perimeter while Purifier Xeros and the Inquisitors investigate that Chimera++
Azmodeus exited the pod, stormbolter ahead of him, scanning the areas for hostiles. He quickly circled the Chimera, keeping a distance between him and it, and scanned the area behind the Malleus pod. ++The tricks of the enemy knows no bounds, a green zone could quickly turn into a warpinfested hellhole in a blink of the eye, always be vigilant."

[Major Chrispy]

Purifier Xero's walks out of the pod, his mighty form brandishing his large Force-Claymore. As he walks towards the Chimera, gazes towards his comrades.

~They are hiding something, it's the only answer for their fear of the probing, but what is the enemy. And further more, what was that I felt on the ship...~

Activating his Sword he walked to the wreckage, completly fearless. He walks towards the hatch and pries it open...

[Zrascak]

Without even reacting to the drop pods descent Samael finishes his book before the landing. As the others rush out of the pod Samael calmly walks out of the pod and starts inspecting the trails, searching for any kind of tracks. "Watch out. If the soldies knew they would die they might have rigged something to blow when the tank was opened, intending it to be a gift to the enemy."

[Esiphas]

Kael nods at Samaels words. ''Wise words, Comrade.'' he Aproached the tank warily, then tapped the inside of the Chimeras hull with his Scythian Venom Talon. He leapt back, to beside Samael, prepared to go further if an explosion started, and waited for the tanks detonation or passive silence. Eitehr way he already had a plan of action.

Wrenn moved out, staying away from the otehr Knights, staying Close to Kael and Samael. ''What do you think will Happen Lord Kael? And what did thjis? There is no sign of teh guardsmen, or the acolyte squad manning this veichle.

[hurg]

Inquisitor Perifidus steps out of his pod, surveying the area. He subvocalizes into his vox, saying, ++Please do secure the perimeter, last thing a person would want is to be surprised if the things that did this decide to come back. In the event that we split up and the voxs are down, do remember that you are linked to me. To communicate with me all you need to do is think 'Ave Imperiator' and that link will open.++ He steps toward the Purifier, his bolt pistol held loosely at his side, and waits for the other inquisitors.

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[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

As the teams begins to speak a noise can be heard, coming from the tank. "Help me...please help..." the voice is low and dying quickly. The clasp on the opening release and a single tanker crawls out. Both his legs are nubs covered in bandages, his left eye is covered by the same material. "Please...i...i need water..." He mutters lying atop the tanks warm metal as the sun begins to rise.

Val is the first to reach him, pulling out his canteen and fumbling with the lid. "Will one of you get the hell over here!" He yells at the other marines. "I mean bloody hell look at 'im!" he finally unscrews the top and lets the liquid drip down the mans mouth.

The scene inside the tank is an all together different story, blood and guts are everywhere and one of the dead seems to be covered in the starting stages of a bad infection.

[hurg]

Perifidus grimaces, "Brother Val I suggest you step away from that man. Who knows what taint he could be carrying." Perifidus lightly touches the man psyche with a tendril of psychic inquiry and mutters a quick prayer to the Emperor as he does so. He is checking the man for any taint of Chaos and, if he is clean, to ask him to show what happened, rather than tell.

Azmodeus doesn't react to the Val's pleading, ++ Inquisitor Perifidus is correct, Brother, mercy is for the weak. Let the inquisitor check him for the taint of Chaos, perhaps Inquisitor Samael may want to check him for any trace of Xenos. Should he be cleared they will assess whether he is worthy of saving. I will maintain a vigilance over the perimeter.++ With that said he keeps scanning the area, alert for any hostile creatures.

[Zrascak]

Samael walked past the tanker and looked inside the tank without ever stepping inside. After a few seconds he walked away from the tank and toward the tanker. "What happened here?" Samael asked with a demanding tone.

[Major Chrispy]

Xero's completely ignores the injured man, his focus entirely stuck on the odd infection. He walks forward, activating his sword and mutter a prayer to the Emperor. The blade ignites into a white flame. Xero's plunges the sword into the corpses chest, the body igniting into the cleansing flame.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

(And Genesis decided to destroy it which brings about a change in the story! So this just got tougher cause that would've saved someone later in the story!)

As the infection burst into flames so did the Tanker. He howled in pain before turning to dust killing the only sample and only witness to the incident. Val jumped back and stood spread eagle, "Azmodeus, purify my army!" he said waiting for the process to start.

As the marines hustled around the clearing an unknown enemy watched from in their perimeter, no sound came from the beast as it watched the new prey. When finally he was finished he hurried threw the brush snapping a tree in half. All around the perimeter several large wolves rushed in attacking the party. Black sinew scales covered their vital areas and their maws dripped with black liquid. Each lunged at its own target!

[Major Chrispy]

(Sorry I'm trying to stick to my fluff...it really is hard XD)

"These creatures are abominations! By the Emperor I shall purge them!" Xero's growls, his sword still glowing with unearthly flame. Dragging his blade on the ground he forms the sigil of the wolf, his ritual battle mark. A nice little trick he picked up from Fenris, it focus's the mind and body.

The wolf-beast pounced at Xero's its slavering maw aimed at his throat. Tucking down, he smashes his shoulder into the wolfs chest, sending it flying over top of the Purifier.As it was flying over his head, the black liquid splattered on Xero's helm. Xero's tore of the helmet and tossed it to the side. In a flurry of precise swipes, he cut the creatures legs in half, crippling it.

Standing in the open air, was Xero's. His pale white armour shone in the flame light. His black fur cape contrast, to his silver white hair blowing in the light breeze. His blood red eyes stabbed into the creature, full of rage, the glare almost as sharp as his great force sword.

[virado]

(You can be TOO Lawful Good you know.)

One of the wold-beasts jumped into the depths of the drop pod and was promptly sent flying out in all its slobbering and snarling unholy glory by a great foot. Lazarus walked out of the drop pod and down the ramps holding his heavy bolter and ammunition pack with the feed belt hooked up. "First catch of the day." Lazarus reached forward and pulled the priming handle chambering the first round. With a howl the wolf-beast leapt at Lazarus and was met with the side of a heavy bolter. Lazarus stomped down on the wolf-beast and pulled the secondary trigger fired up his chainsaw and plunged it deep into the neck of the creature. With a horrible medly of buzzing, squishing, and howling sounds he opened up the guts of the beast along the belly, spilling the black blood on the ground, the drop pod and on his armor. "Disgusting creature."

[Zrascak]

As the wolf-beasts attack one of them leaps at Samel who moves with alarming speed as he draws his sword and rolls forward underneath the bulk of the beast. "In the name of the emperor, die." Samael said in a low voice that carried far even through the sounds of battle as he rolled to his feet and spun around, meeting his enemy straight on once again. As the beast charged him Samael simply readied himself, holding his sword to his side and then, a mere second before the beast would have ripped him apart Samael attacked. With three slashes delivered with blinding speed, the plasma blade of his weapon passing cleanly through flesh and bone, Samael cut the beast into pieces.