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Post by Yuno on Apr 18, 2013 0:42:16 GMT
Vierna sat in the tank with a sigh as they reached fighting. "One of these days I'm going to get a full night's sleep. And if I have to whipe every crusader off the face of this planet to do it. I will." The tank backdoors opened as they sped along the sand. Her eyes leveled on one of the sister's of battle unit. She couldn't help but leap out at them as they finished melting down a unit of marines under fire. But then, they hadn't
usually had to deal with a singular person. She came in fast her fan weaving out wide to slit a sister's throat. That got their attention fast. They turned drawing weapons. She grinned reaching towards her back to pull her djin blade. The voice within it began to howl with glee and commands for blood. It would be satisfied. She blocked attacks from the two sisters that had chosen to engage her and finding an opening ran the sister through with the sword, turning to block an attack from a new one that joined the fray using her fan. She pulled her blade from the sister to block another as fire from the Koservitch pinned the others away from attacking her. Finally fighting only two soldiers she quickly disposed of them as they died gurgling that she was a witch to be cleansed.
She joined a unit of marines that raised their eyebrows until they recognized the symbol on her fan. Then with a hollar of support she joined them in charging down a unit of crusaders. Their unit tactics improved considerably with her in the fray. A speeder swooped down at her firing and she rolled to the side grimacing for the bullet that exploded through her thigh. Despite this, she managed to cut the engine in half as it landed beside her exploding. With that she began to limp towards the medic tank.
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Post by daboss on Apr 18, 2013 11:06:28 GMT
Toran allowed An'yra to inspect him. After all, he was still not in the best shape. Even if she was not a real medic, she was good enough to be one.
The sound of the back hatch opening drew his attention. Toran turned to see Vierna jump out of the door, making a rather disturbing remark about killling all of the crusaders. Toran turned back to An'yra and said "She does realize that I am, or was, from the crusade." Turning away, he half-muttered "I do not know who I am following now." Looking straight at her, Toran Felt a pang of guilt and a little of something else. "I do not want to be forced to fight you," Toran said, toning down his voice, "but I feel as if I have betrayed my friends and allies."
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 18, 2013 11:28:05 GMT
An'yra loked up at him. 'You were crusade? I see. That makes sense." Finishing her scans, she sat back and handed him a bit of energy boosting rations- something like a solid coffee bar. "Eat that. It should help. You appear to be uninfected, so your clear to leave." She sat on the bench next to him. "If you want to that is. Personally, I wouldn't mind if you stuck around. A, your not fully over your injuries, though I cant stop you fighting. B, we're working against the co-alition, so your still doing Half your duties if your with us. C, you have inside knowledge of how the crusade works. AS long as you have that, these guys cant kill you. And I'd hate to see you hurt." Quickly, she added on "oh, In a medical sort of way. I... well. I used good resources and I... Well not that your not worth them your worth saving of course but i'm... I'm babbling like an Idiot. " She got up from the bench, and walked to the doorway, peering out. "I think theres a good sniper point up there. Want to help me snipe? You probably dont want to be on the frontlines with those space marines on the field."
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 18, 2013 12:06:15 GMT
"C, you have inside knowledge of how the crusade works. AS long as you have that, these guys cant kill you."
"Hmm I don't think they know us that well Yam..." Pest muttered to himself as he lay basking in the sun hands behind his head and legs apart. When the others saw him laying on the roof they realized that he hadn't been inside the entire trip. But that couldn't be true. How could it be?
Looking down at the others he jumped to his feet before stretching causing several bones to crack loudly. He jumped down before waving at a plague marine off in the distance. The marine picked him out and before he could identify if Pest was a friend or not was decapitated by a injured sister he hadn't seen.
Stopping mid wave Pest put his hands behind his back and with the most innocent whistle he could muster started to walk towards the fighting. It didn't take long for him to reach a group of sisters standing around a shouting priest. "Oh thank the lord!" He shouted before dropping onto his keens, shuffling forwards hands out stretched in a begging position "Please farther helped me! Oh how I have sinned against the Emperor! Please help me!"
The priest looked towards the young heretic a mask of pure hatred covering his face. "And you will find redemption in death!" the man cried turning his pistol on pest at the same time as the sisters.
As soon as there weapons came to bear Pest sprung up both arms flying outwards causing a swarm of knifes to hit each of the sisters in the throat and the priest in the shoulder making him drop his bolt pistol. Pest shuffled forward going back to his grovelling position "Please farther help me!"
"No keep away from me!" The man tried to run but another knife was soon sticking out of his leg causing him to drop with a cry. It wasn't long until Pest was kneeling over him.
"Please farther help... I'm about to sin..."
"No! Wait! What are you doing with that sickle!"
"Oh this? I just wanted to see how holy your blood really is!" After that all that could be hear for meters around was the screaming of the priest as he died a slow painful death at the cackling hands of the cultist. As Pest's hands became slick with blood Yammer let out a purr of happiness. He was getting well fed today...
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Post by Yuno on Apr 18, 2013 15:47:12 GMT
A group of sisters had watched Vierna split from the other warriors of the retinue towards a medical tank that had been set up. They descended towards her with cries of purification. Attacking a wounded enemy was after all, for the greater glory of the Emperor.
Vierna saw them coming rather luckily and managed to take one down with a well placed flurry of small blades that lodged in in the unlucky sister's eye piercing her brain. THis only encouraged the rage of the other sisters. They howled as their sister fell. "Witch you will be purified."
Vierna turned flicking her fan out wider like a shield but with a razor edge and wielded her sword in a flourish. "You picked the wrong wounded woman." She charged forward to meet the high sister her blade ringing out as it met the other woman's. One fought with all the fury of a holy god, but Vierna met her with the fury of a mother bear that believes in Kharneth. With only a few dizzying patterns Vierna slew the sister and turned her fan at the ready as two more opponents descended on her. Once again, her fury was more powerful. Her armor deflected the shots of the other two and she grinned heartlessly blood having already spattered her face and hair.
Luckily for her, a new retinue of plagued warriors caught up to her at that moment to help free her from her position pinned behind a sand dune. They saluted her as she charged off to meet the medical tank well protected behind another sand dune. A sorcerer caught her as she stumbled into the encampment blood dripping from her thigh. "You have fought bravely daughter of Kharneth." he set her on a cot near the tank as medics moved towards her. Her vision was blotting as they began to work on her leg. Right as her conciousness faded she could hear shouts of "Get the Sorcerer. This one is with ch.." then it all went black with her muttering. "I'm with Lorenzo."
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Post by daboss on Apr 18, 2013 20:51:21 GMT
Toran ate the caff-bar An'yra gave him and grabbed his rifle. He heard her talk about a good sniper location. 'That seems reasonable, given my condition. Fething jump-packs' Toran thought. Toran slung his lasgun over his shoulder and pulled out his somewhat bent collapsible sniper out from his pack. After forcing out the stock into the right shape, Toran planted the butt of the sniper on the floor and pulled himself up with a groan. "Ok, lets get to it," Toran said, half smiling behind his helmet. The painful run would be worth it if it provided him some time to get away from those creeps. Especially Pest. By the Emperor, that man was disturbing to be around. Pausing for a second, Toran stared across the landscape, then both An'yra and he took of towards the vantage point.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 18, 2013 23:12:32 GMT
As they reached the vantage poit, An'yra raised her carbine up. "Take the Rail rifle from me. It's a better sniper and integrated with my marker lights, when the display changes to blue, squeeze the trigger." She aimed down her carbines sights, and sighting a priority target- a missile launcher wielding Enemy, she and the drone hit him with a Markerlight. On the display, a little arrow symbol appeared, indicating where Toran should point the rifle. When it was in a good enough position, the screen turned blue. A flash of light, and then the marines head turned to superheated gunk. A split second later, the whip-crack sound filled the air as the sound of the weapons fire caught up with the FTL shot. "Nice one!" She said, nodding, before picking out another target.
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 21, 2013 14:29:19 GMT
Lorenzo, from a hatch atop the ruined chimera, took shots with his hot-shot las-pistol, cutting through the Sisters of Battle. He then espied a priest, preaching blasphemies of serving the God Emperor - a false emperor. He leapt with great fury, every now and again gaining a boost from scuttling on all fours, fleeting between ranks of the Adepta Sororitas with bared teeth. He jumped the priest and immediately knoecked him down, pinning the heathen to the ground.
Life was created by the Gods, it is the currency of the creation. For our worship and favour they give us life and for their favour life must be paid. Revving his chain sword, the beheaded the infernal preacher while uttering ancient Khornate hymns.
"Kharneth, god of honour and courage! Defender of the innocent! Lord of war! I bid thee to join this slaughter, all I kill for you this day maybe worthy of thee!" Lorenzo's eyes went blank and he went into a frenzied, crimson orgy of gore, tearing through ranks of already battle preoccupied men, Coalition and Crusade alike.
"For their blood, join our cause my Lord!"
Suddenly brilliant angels of Kharneth (blood letters) tore from the immaterium upon juggernauts lead by a gleaming herald in brasss armour. His rampage mellowed, he gathered what memebers of his group he could find, the Tau and the drop trooper no where to be found. The Imperial scum probably hired that treasonous xenos. No tired and in no condition to fight and appease his god. He and the group he could find took cover form daemon and spacemarine in an abandoned bastion, manning of its heavy bolters and raining hell.
While they took a moment to recover before rejoining the battle, the Crusade retreated from the daemonic incursion, the creatures of pure emotion turning against the Coalition fighters. Lorenzo, with renewed strength got up and looked out onto the battlefield. The plague marines had advanced or had been cut down. The daemons had turned the ground into a channel of gore. A small spike, barely noticeable, had erupted from Lorenzo's left brow - a gift of Chaos.
Ready to not let the battle leave them behind, Lorenzo went to catch up to the battle but from the firing port of the bastion he saw the reason for the crusade's retreat - Lefision's spires crumbled under that orbital bombardment. From the bastion they observed a silence after the orbital attack, sealing the battle for Lefision.
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Post by Yuno on Apr 22, 2013 3:51:00 GMT
A mercenary speeder swooped up beside Lorenzo as he ran shaking slightly, obviously having seen better days. The man slowed to a halt before Lorenzo. He saluted showing the mark of Kharneth and a lesser mark of plague. "Hail. Are you the one they call Lorenzo. I come from the triage tanks." he pointed towards some hills from the side of them.
"We were informed by a half breed woman that she called you comrade, right before she lost consciousness from a wound to her thigh." he paused offering his bike. "The Sorcerer of Nurglesh that treated her has sent me to fetch you. The woman is pregnant. He wondered if you knew of this and could shed some light on it all. He will explain further." The man offered the speedy transport and charged off to join the others in mopping up the last of the straggling crusaders.
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 22, 2013 4:03:29 GMT
"Wait. What?" The bark of heavy bolter fire stopped as Pest looked over his voice full of disbelief. He looked at the man confusion evident under his goggles as the four different guns he had somehow been operated cooled down. "How did she managed to get knocked up all the way out here?" For a few moments Pest looked at the man as if demanding an answer before his eyes dilated seeming to understand something. Howling with laughter he fell onto the floor holding his sides.
"Yam... Your a sick (please do not swear)!"
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 22, 2013 7:02:26 GMT
An'yra packed up her carbine as the battle finished. Several opponents had been liquidisers by the intense beams of the Rail Rifle, and several smoking ruins of vehicles scattered the battlefield. She sat back against the wall. "Nice shooting Toran. Your easily as good as me." She sat in companionable silence for a few moments, before getting to her feet. "Come on. Lets get back to the others." Checking her Auspex, the familiar green blips representing her ally's displayed amongst a field of blue. Most of them were in one place, moving towards a lone dot right in the middle of the Blue. "Found them. C'mon, lets go. " She began the descent of the ruins.
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Post by Yuno on Apr 22, 2013 18:52:14 GMT
Vierna came around slowly her head spinning. She could hear the bustle of activity around her, and still hear the bolter fire of a battle coming to a close. The sound of death and carnage was still echoing over the sand to her position. Her eyes felt heavy as she managed to pry them open and wipe bits of sand from her eyes with a groan. Her throat felt scratchy and her leg seemed like it was on fire.
Slowly she realized that she was in fact naked except for a cloak that had been tossed over her. Sweat and grime was all over her as she slowly propped herself up feeling the dizziness related to all such wounds. Slowly her vision cleared as she gazed at her leg. There was a bandage around it. She could see the blood stains down her leg that had dried quickly with sand and heat. The smell all around her was enough to cause her to lean off of the side of the cot and vomit. When she finally managed to only dry heave she looked up to see that someone had run an iv over into her arm. It was feeding her blood.
She finally looked around her realizing she was alone in a fairly ornate tent. In fact, as she studied it further from her position she managed to surmise that this wasn't a tent meant for medical treatment, the medical equipment had been brought in here.
It was then that it hit her, like a flash she pushed away the cloak to touch her belly to feel the reassuring kick of the baby. She laughed and gasped with relief when she felt the pressure on her belly lead to an enthusiastic kick. Her laugh brought a cultist medic in quickly. She looked up at him defensively.
"I'll inform the Sorcerer you came around. He's very interested to speak to you. Would you like anything?"
"Clothes. Water. Water then clothes."
The man nodded disappearing. When he returned he held a canteen and a fairly simple shift. He held both out to her glancing at her belly. "So how did you..." she interrupted him sharply taking the water and clothing. "That will be all." he grinned leaving her there. She sloshed the water into her mouth and gargled. When she'd finally quenched her thirst she pulled the shift over her head and sat there.
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The Berserker stood holding out his bike towards Lorenzo. "You should hurry. There is much to be discussed. And the Sorcerer doesn't think she's going to be easy to deal with." he glanced over at Pest as he asked. "Believe it or not, it wouldn't be too hard for her. She's the only survivor of a unit that got taken in by a Kabal. Some people say she survived a month of straight torture in order to earn the favor of a young Archon. Although why she stopped dealing with Kabal is also a matter of contention."
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Post by daboss on Apr 23, 2013 1:52:28 GMT
Toran followed An'yra's descent down the ruins. "I could do without those freaks," Toran muttered to himself. He half wished that there was still fighting, partially because he wanted to avoid the cultists as long as he could, but also because he would rather sped as much time near An'yra as he could. She was his only friend of the group. The only one that truly cared for him. Not only that, but the more he was around her, Toran felt drawn to her more and more. Toran silently hoped that she felt the same way about him.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 23, 2013 11:45:14 GMT
An'yra reached the bottom of the ruins and turned to Tora. "I can hear you muttering you know. Those 'freaks' aren't too friendly, I'll give you that, but at least they let me look after you." She took his hand. "Please try to get along with them, wont You?" Before realising what she was doing and releasing his hand, thankful for the helmet to hide her blushing face. "C...Come on, lets find the others. I've got my IFF set on the same signal as Lorenzos, let me set yours up too. Pass me your helmet." She said, holding her hand out.
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Post by daboss on Apr 24, 2013 2:36:05 GMT
"C...Come on, lets find the others. I've got my IFF set on the same signal as Lorenzos, let me set yours up too. Pass me your helmet."
Toran half-smiled under his helmet. Any doubts he had about before were gone. The way she had started to act around him cleared that up. 'As long as Pest did not find anything out, I am fine," Toran thought, 'That annoying nurgleite never knows when to shut up.'
Toran unclasped his helmet and tossed it to An'yra. She tinkered with it for a few seconds before handing it back. The scanner in his hud now showed the "friendlies". If they could be called that. The prospect of being around all of them again unnerved him. Toran had few doubts that some of them would still like to kill him in some bizarre fashion.
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