For Liberty, Unity, Purity and the Minitor Sector

[Esiphas]

Al'yra laughed as the Strnage one spoke to her. As he quietened to speak with her friend, Al'yra's Sensor vane kicked in and sharpened her Sound processors. She heard his voice "Now then Wolfy... How about we give this troublemaker a lesson in Manners." Shifting her footing Slightly, Al'yra's finger tightened on the trigger of the Pulse Carbine, preparing herself to move backwards after firing. "Neither of you make a move! I'm just lookin for Answers, And I didn't want to get shot dead before I had a chance to Aproach. Your 'Friend' there just massacred a bunch of Soldiers. I'll ask again. Who are you people?" She flicked her Personal Markerlight on as well, Now having Both men Marked. Her Suits HUD displayed a variety of combat options for facing the two, should the situation worsen.

[Bryagh]

Big battle was already over, dust was setting down and most of the armies involved were in retreat. Another boring slaughter Fenrir thought while turning his cloak off. He smelled the air arond him, full of burning flesh, blood and smoke. Suddenly some shots were fired not so far away, and sound of an chainsword screamed through the air. Fenrir feeling bored moments ago smiled. Maybe something of interest finaly.Just as he was prepearing to move another shot was fired and moments later someone was talking. Thanks to his wolf hearing he could hear the voices but was too far away for them to make sence. He turned his cloak back on and moved with an incredible speed towards the happening. Just as he was near the place an explosion made dusty cloud and he could hear a voice shouting for someone to identify themselves. Interesting, crossed through Fenrir's mind. From the second flor window of adjacent building he stayed cloaked and watched...for the moment at least...

[Yuno]

So much of life is built on conflict, which seems to rip and tear at the harmony of the fabric of reality plunging entire worlds and galaxies into utter and consuming chaos. But those who listen well can hear the harmony in the madness. It is like a sustaining note found in all things. The thrum of boots on sand, the sound of wind and smog swirling above, the high pitched wine of beam weapons charging, and of course, the sound of men screaming for vindication and the gasp of them taking their last breathe, the screams of those between life and death are the chorus to this damning melody. It was this sound that Vierna could hear above all the other sounds as she lay under the body of the cleanser she'd dealt with seconds before the tank had exploded throwing them together under a pile of rubble, sand and bits of metal. He hadn't been dead when that happened. She was in fact quite lucky he'd been pushing her down, because he'd taken the brunt of the blast. But now she lay pinned under him looking up at the sky. For not the first time, she wished to part the smoke and clouds and leave this place behind. Then with a grunt she pushed him aside.

She stood and carefully took stock of herself first checking for any damage and then carefully running her hand up her belly feeling a sigh of relief that she was alive. She turned back towards the dead man and with a jerk pulled his duster from him and wrapped it about her shoulders and head covering her obvious Koservitch signs. She snapped her fan shut and began to stalk forward over sand and bodies. Then she heard the sound of someone yelling at her to identify herself. She turned her keen vision and hood allowing her to see through the smoke to a human male with a weapon leveled at her.

She slowly strode forward towards him her left arm crossed across her stomach as she moved. Her fan remained in her hand. When he barked at her to reveal herself again she reached up to the duster and in a slow but fluid motion she drew the duster away to reveal her face. The wind picked up throwing her green hair swirling around her face. " I am Vierna. Hired Mercenary of the Koservitch union." she could see he didn't believe her because of the duster. She held her fan weapon up and she could see he was seconds from shooting her. Then she stepped back and with a flourish unfurled the fan revealing the symbol of Kharneth and the revolution. "I am not your enemy." she said closing the fan with equal grace and tossing it forward onto the ground. Now apparently disarmed other than the sword on her back which it was obvious she couldn't draw fast enough she took the las pistol from her belt and tossed it to where her fan was. Her arm then retreated to wrap around her midsection a look of unhappy vulnerability on her face.

[mantisstalker]

"Oh well in that case please let me tell you whats happening!" Pest said his tone dripping in sarcasm. His smile was ever present and he was just about to tense and throw his first knife when the Eldar looking women strode across to them and threw her fan down. Everyone stood staring at her in silence for a few seconds unsure what to to.

"Well that was an anti climax..." Pest muttered sounding a bit put out and at the same time snapping the others back to attention.

"Ah well... There are three of us now Bluey and only you and floater over there. So how about you just hand yourself over?"

[Bryagh]

That started to look like an unfair game, from Fenrir's point of view...he switched his worp jump pack into ready mode, checked his net and plasma launcher prepearing himself to maybe step in and assist an unlikely ally...At last, he thaught, after a long time, a worthy opportunity for his skills to be tested...

[daboss]

Toran could barely hear the sergeant over the mic. "Thirty Seconds! Thirty seconds to the drop!" Toran glanced at the soldiers around him. The Elysian 23rd-42nd. Some of the best drop troops in the galaxy. He wondered what each were thinking behind their helmet, is all were prepared to die for the Emperor on some forsaken planet. Suddenly, the orange light turned on. "Stand up and gear up!" shouted the sergeant over the microbead. Toran grabbed the drop-pack behind him and threw it on, making sure to uncover the vents and secure the clips. They had only trained with these a few times. Grav chutes proved to be so much easier to manage. Suddenly, the back hatch of the dropship lowered and the green light turned on. "C'mon, lets go! For Elysia, and for the Emperor!" And out dove the members of 15th squad, Elysian 23-42 regiment into the smoky abyss below.

Toran watched his altimeter in his HUD at 500 feet, he was supposed to activate the pack. "600, 575, 550," Toran counted off to himself, "525, 500." With a sudden jerk, Toran activated his jet pack. As he began to descend to the ground, the right vent suddenly blew out and the sudden force blew him sideways. He rapidly accelerated sideways towards the ground. The last thing he saw was a trio of humanoids fly by before he slammed headfirst into the ground and blacked out.

[t⊗theark]

ooc-Wow, weren't you guys itching to start

ic-As the bodies surrounded him he knew that there was little point in fighting. He holstered his pistol and slung his faithful chain axe over his left shoulder. There was a strange young man who seemed to be touched by the blessed Nergal with the jovial nature of his lesser angels (nurglings), another was a halfeldar who bore the mark of Kharneth upon her. He turned to the first.

"I apologize sir, you had startled me. I did not intend to be rude. I am Sergeant Lorenzo Puopolo of the elite Storm Bezerkers. I see you wear the Revolution's proud colours. I seek to return to the 19th Koservitch regiment where we may strike again against the Coalition. Who do you hail as?" Turning to Vierna he said, "Welcome kinsman and fellow disciple. Which regiment hired you? I may return you to them as I return."

[Yuno]

Vierna bowed and retrieved her weapons, keeping her fan well in hand. The sand blew against them and she lifted her duster back into place to protect her face more fully. "My regiment was the 18th. I would gather from the dead lines that my unit is no more. But the Koservitch mentioned such a thing could come to pass. And that I should serve with whatever unit was left standing."

She turned her eyes focusing on Pest for the first time. She hadn't bothered before considering he hadn't leveled a weapon at her. Something about the guy was slightly unsettling. But that feeling interested her and even as it made her wrap her arm more firmly about herself. She said nothing, just continued to observe the two interacting.

[mantisstalker]

"Err people call me Pest..." Pest managed to say giving the Tau warrior a apologetic shrug. "And they call us crazy..." he muttered to Yam as the two soldiers went on about their regiments. Maybe there was a bug going around? Or maybe the storm trooper had taken a blow to the head or something. Whatever it was it was pretty bad for the guy to not even realize they had been hit by a flash bang.

"Give me a minute." Pest said seriously to the Tau soldier before turning to the others. "Guys... I know you might be happy to see someone that hasn't tried to kill you yet but maybe we should deal with Blue face before getting cozy." He pointed his sickle at the Tau again as it watched what unfolded probably horribly confused.

"Now I reckon we should just..." He was cut off as an Imperial trooper slammed into the ground several feet away. "What the (please do not swear)..."

Before he could move however Yammer gave a metal growl and signaled Pest to turn and look at the upper floors of a nearby building. Squinting he managed to pick out the glint of light on metal as a figure shifted their position.

"Yea guys, we're being watched..." He gave the figure in the building a wave before turning back to the Tau. "Lets get this over with before something even more confusing happens..."

[daboss]

Toran slowly brought himself to his knees. All of his body was in pain. Around him was the remains of his jet pack and his equipment. Glancing around, he found his hot shot lasgun and grabbed it. "That is why I like grav chutes. Less malfunctions," he said to himself. "Now where the feth is my snip-". Toran suddenly realized that he was being watched. Painfully turning slowly around, he saw the humans he had passed. Or what he had thought were humans. Standing there was actually a tau soldier and an eldar mercenary as well as what appeared to be a cultist. Titan tried to raise his rifle, but it felt so heavy in his hands. The pain continued to shoot through his body and a wave of dizzy ess cane over him as he grabbed his lasgun's sling and attempted to crawl away from the odd group, who would probably try to kil him if they had the chance.

[t⊗theark]

Lorenzo's attention was brought to a female tau but Pest. He stared at the xenos,
"If you had intended harm upon us us than you would have done it by now. If you are not hired by the Coalition you are friend. Some with me to the 19th regiment and we can pay your dearly for your services. We have trade with the Tau'va, do not recklessly throw this offer away."

Suddenly, he turned around after what he thought was a dud shell hit the ground. He ran over to it. It seemed to be a drop trooper. He didn't appear to be in Coalition uniform, nor was he of the Adepta Sororitas from what he saw of the Crusade so far. No matter, Kharneth, God of War cared not from where the blood was spilt, but not from the defenseless. He Slung him over his shoulder with a wince and turned to the others.
"We shall join where the other forces have retreated to. We can regroup there."

[Bryagh]

Suprised that the strange one could actually see him Fenrir decided to reveal himself, for the opportunity to find out more about this strange humanoid...He worped from the building using his jump pack and appeared near behind Pest...Curious, really curious, I congratulate you said Fenrir, starteling all others with his brightly appearance, all others but the Pest, that is...

[mantisstalker]

(OOC- Bry try to use quotation marks when your character talks. Makes it a lot easier to tell when your talking is all Other than that your very good to say you've never done this before )

"What, your just gonna take it with is?" Pest said sounding disappointed. The Tau had been the first thing he had seen in hours that Yam would let him skin alive, never mind any of the other idea's that came to mind.

"Well at least I can kill him..." He muttered turning to the fallen trooper just as he started to show some life, that was until the storm trooper went to pick him up. "Or maybe not..."

Pest stood still for several seconds, doing little but watch the group until he suddenly perked up. "What do you mean warp rift detected?" He asked the air before the shimmering form of another werewolf appeared behind him. Seeming unfazed by the sudden appearance Pest turned around throwing his hands in the air, one still containing his sickle.

"For the love of Nurgle! Tell me I can at least turn you into a rug!"

[Bryagh]

(OOC- ok guys, sorry, said it was my first time so need to catch up with all the things well, it's kind of a story where u create the flow, and I really like good stories)


Fenrir growled, "U will die before you even try weakling, the only reason you still live is my curiosity ", "how were you able to spot me, only a handful could, ever". His eyes were fixed on Pest, his body tensed , being ready to defend himself if needed. Just for a moment, with a glimpse he turned his one eye towards the tau warrior, acknowledging her presence.

[mantisstalker]

(OOC- its all cool man, should have seen my first attempts at RP. But as I said your doing well.)

"I thought this was a war zone damn it! I should be able to kill anyone I want!" Pest shouted to the sky before crossing his arms like a child.

"And I'm sure I could have killed you... If Yam would only let me try..." He said sulkily as an echo began to bounce around in his mind. "Don't laugh at me!" He snapped glaring at a nearby shadow. When nothing happened Pest started to chuckle quietly.

"I suppose your right, it is funny..." He muttered before giggling one last time and looking at the jump soldier like he had just realized he was there.

"What did you want again? Ah yes that's right, thanks Yam." Pest said happily unfolding his arms as he began to spin his sickle again, his mood seeming to change almost instantaneously. "You see, you might not look like much like that..." He gestured to Fenrir's shabby figure with his free hand before carrying on. "But to Yam here." He pointed at his head "You light up like a beacon. I might not be able to see it but he can. He even says your brighter than most... So you've either got a strong soul like he says, or my theory, that that jump packey thing has screwed something up with all the warping." He giggled again as he finished.

The spontaneous change between Pest's mood was unsettling to say the least and even though he seemed to be telling the truth but there was something off about the way he said it. He gave his sickle one last spin turning his hand palm downwards causing the weapon to stick to his palm before he wrapped his fingers back around the handle.

"But this isn't the time to talk about such things. Besides I'm getting bored." He gave a yawn and stretched his arms out seemingly not caring about the warp jumping werewolf standing opposite him. "Plus we should probably get moving... Mr Crash landings squad are looking for him." Pest added casually as he dropped his arms. He didn't seem to care what happened next though they could tell by the way he kept fighting that he was itching to do something.