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Post by t⊗theark on May 3, 2013 8:04:14 GMT
While they were walking through the caverns, the sounds of electronic clicks and the glimpse of one of those half visible metalic creatures fade in the corner of their eye. As they went on, Lorenzo used some of the abandoned coalition supplies to make a make shift torch. He stuck the crystal eldar skull on another stick and held it over the flame, bleaching it as it sparkled and mounting the skewered skull to his pack, a grizzly trophy indeed. He did wonder why the coalition would leave behind so much equipment, such a waste in such a desperate war - perhaps the idiot heathens lost their cowardly minds down here and ended eachother. His mind was so consumed by war for so long that he had little time for social interaction wit the others, engrossed with violence in the name of his God. However, he looked over at his fellow half eldar and nodded with a vote of confidence. She was a much more honourable fighter than the Tau or that damned Imperial.
Finally, he spotted light where the map said the air base would be. As they approached they found themselves on a mount over looking the Coalition of the Free's make shift airfield. Lorenzo peeked over the edge and saw the place ablaze. Few survivors still had small fire fights after what he assumed was the after math of a Crusade assault. the group snuck down the hill side hiding behind every boulder and ruin on the way. Bolts, lasers and shells hit the scared landscape around them. They moved on, quick on their feel until they came across to the edge of some tarmac where Cadian shock troops and Librisium mutants where having a close quarters, ducking behind crates and ruined chimeras for cover. in sight was one of the few, functioning looking valkyries in eye shot, but this skirmish was their obstruction.
About 10 of each faction where but 15-20 metres away. He threw his smoke grenade at the group, obscuring their vision as they looked around in confusion. Lorenzo charged at the enemy, into the smoke cloud. Vulnerable in the explosion of smoke, he murdered them with the roar of his chain axe with disharmony to their surprized and horrified screams. a crimson orgy no matter their faction - they were not for the Koservitch Union then they were against it.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
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Post by Esiphas on May 3, 2013 10:07:10 GMT
An'yra lobbed an EMP grenade at the group nearest her. Taking note they were from the Crusade, she looked at Toran with a look that said "I'm sorry." Before pulling out her customised Las-Pistol and firing it, once into each mans eye sockets. Her accuracy was startling, but the marker lights provided by her Drone were more than likely helping in that hard. As several of the crusade dropped dead, she realised a few were still alive- there was someone at the front of the survivors, a man with sme sort of force-filed device. Knowing full well that her guns weren't goin to be that effective her, An'yra ducked into cover and pulled out her knife, gulping with anticipation.
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Post by Yuno on May 3, 2013 15:18:54 GMT
Vierna returned the look towards Lorenzo with a small salute towards him that seemed to imply he had not only her respect but also her loyalty. As they continued to walk she found that she was getting tired more easily than usual. She patted her stomach in response as if asking for the baby to give her back the energy. When they arrived towards the opening to battle and Lorenzo charged in she was right behind him drawing her fan with a grin and ease. She came hard and fast at the group Lorenzo had chosen her fan whistling as she stabbed her fan into the jugular of one of the soldiers so that blood sprayed out over those involved in the combat. She ducked a jab by one of the soldiers and tossed her fan in the air drawing her djin blade as she did feeling the common rush of the spirit trapped within calling for blood. She took the head of the soldier she'd dodged clean off catching her fan again in her open hand and charging immediately for the next closest guard her blades weaving a path through the chaos for the ship in question.
She came into the final group defending the valkyrie and with the same viscious attack patterns began to spill their blood all over the sand and landing pad.
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Post by mantisstalker on May 5, 2013 11:09:54 GMT
The Xeno's explanation did nothing to settle Pests suspicion but he made no move to attack either of them. Instead he walked at the very back of the group muttering rapid strings of convocation to himself, much of which they couldn't understand and after too long of listening to it made their ears hurt. He kept it up all the way to the fighting where he stopped to soak in the glory of the blood bath.
A smile stretched under his mask as the time for fun had arrived. Putting his sickle on his belt Pest ran forward dodging past the Tau to run up the chest of a high ranking guy and proceeded to jump from head to head, a single figure running above a sea of madness. After the first few meters a group of mutants went up in a ball of fire while another was engulfed in a thick cloud of smoke that caused them to drop to their knees and scrape at their throats.
With a giggle Pest gave a paralytically hard push off a mutants head narrowly missing a knife swung in his direction only to use the motion to flip backwards. As his legs started on their downward ark he used them to kick a pair of grenades at his attacker while poking a commissar in the eye with his free hand. When he had completed the flip he pushed off another man to jump to the shoulders of the half elda womanr. Before she could do anything about it however he jumped off her with all the pressure of a gust of wind passing by to carry on and sow the group of defenders with more exploding gifts.
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Post by t⊗theark on May 9, 2013 0:19:30 GMT
With the action dying down as those who weren't slaughtered ran away, Lorenzo stood steeped in blood panting with a far too satisfied grin on his face. The spike that had been emerging from his brow had grown a little, a little visible but something that could be disregarded as a wart or pimple or the such. He looked around at the group, Toran looking the most uncomfortable. Lorenzo made his way over to the Valkrie, getting his breath as he slumped against one of the walls.
He thought the others foolish enough to challenge him so he showed some vulnerability, getting out an old wallet with a photo of his family, another on the other side was just of his late daughter. He stroked the laminated picture and laughed knowing that if her were ever to return home to, she will never be among the. A tear began to well in his eye but he fought it back as he put the wallet away as if it were made of gold.
"We can rest here til we can be sure the the airspace is safe" he commanded as the remnants of sounds of battle died out around the airfield.
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Post by daboss on May 18, 2013 11:29:54 GMT
Toran shot a few rounds into he mutants before Lorenzo reached them. He could not bring himself to fight his former allies. He looked across the gauntlet of las fire and shot towards the Valkyrie. If he could not bring himself to fight the cadians, he could at least get to the objective and prevent any other factions from stealing it. Toran tapped An'yra's shoulder and silently pointed towards the Valkyrie. She sheathed her knife and grabbed her rifle and looked back towards him. "Ok, on three," Toran said, taking a deep breath, "one. ,two...,three!" Together, they ran brought the smoke and fire to the Valkyrie.
By the time thy reached it the fighting was over. Both sides were starting to retreat by the time they had left cover, so Toran and An'yra reached the Valkyrie unharmed. Lorenzo stepped into the Valkyrie shortly after, and suggested that they wait for the airspace to clear before they took off. "That is not a bad idea, but what if more soldiers, either from the crusade or he coalition com," Toran said," If a firefight breaks out, this ship could take serious damage. As long as we stay semi-close to the Imperial Valkyries, they will not question who we are and we can escape unharmed."
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Post by Yuno on May 20, 2013 19:52:23 GMT
In a hail of dust and blood, Vierna appeared stalking into the valk with all the fury and grace that would have been the purview of her darker kin. She smiled at this as she strode to the others.
She reached up with her free hand and flicked away some blood from her cheek spattering it against one of the walls. With some effort, she pulled the door to the valk shut and stood looking at the others. "I say we do what Toran suggests. After all, he can think like these people do. She put away her sword which strangely lacked any sign of blood on it. Almost as if it'd taken in the blood already.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she shut the fan gracefully and turned to look at Lorenzo. "However, I will follow whatever the commander here decides." With that, she leaned back to take stock of any and all wounds. She couldn't be too careful. She patted her stomach as if to make certain the baby was still happy. The kick that responded to her made her smile lightly.
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Post by Esiphas on May 23, 2013 10:00:38 GMT
"I can fly in Imperial attack patterns. Heck, I could probably shoot them down, and the Reports would swear it was engine mafunctions. Toran knows radio codes, and theres a good amount of rations on board, im sure. It IS a tactcally sound plan, Sir." An'yra spoke up from just behind Toran, fiddling with part of the Ship already. "Your Call, But I'd agree with it. One thing you can rely on humans for, Is being Gulliable."
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Post by t⊗theark on May 23, 2013 12:38:21 GMT
The overall opinion certainly grabbed his attention, and as the ring of auto-cannon fire grew sparser and sparser he strained himself up in a whince and went over to An'yra and turned hi back to the others, as if you shield their sight and got out the map and compass to see he was holding it the right way. He traced an invisible line between where they were and the Hive City of Calidonia.
"We want to go 160 km due North North East. I will guarantee that there a Koservitch forces there. We should land on the outskirts because the Coalition markings on this thing will have us out of the sky in the blink of an eye."
As the distant battle sounds slowly diminished, the Crusade and the Coalition fighting over this airfield til their numbers were naught, the familiar sound of eldar grav-engines screaming through their decent. Lorenzo's reaction was minimal at best, he hardly saw this ritual at a threat, he knew right now that the sick aliens he descended from were grabbing up men right on time, their spoils after our wars - as ritualistic as necophagic vultures descending upon carrion. When Lorenzo had a second look at the expected raid he saw amongst the kabalites, wyches and wracks: tall slender moving statues in yellow armour and faceless, blue helms. He thought is peculiar (the craftworlds keeping to themselves, not many get to see the ghost-warrior wraith-constructs of Iyanden).
He looks back at them,
"Well this is your idea, to be safe you might want to take off before they get too close and notice us"
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Post by Yuno on May 23, 2013 23:20:36 GMT
Vierna glanced out at the lighter versions of her darker heritage and her lips spread into a thin line. Her hand fell to her stomach as she silently promised for the thousandth time that her child would not be as the people of the father. If only she could get away from it all. She looked out over the sand at the eldar which were moving with the fleetness of foot that she remembered so well. She reached out with her free hand quietly touching the glass as she watched her face paled considerably as she did.
*flashback*
Vierna turned her foot jabbing outwards for the Archon who turned gracefully avoiding it and catching her foot her jerked her ankle painfully as she plummeted mid kick to the floor. He moved forward speaking at her in the dark language as a chained slave called a translation at her from the corner.
"He says that he wishes you would stop this nonsense. He says you will eat if he has to force you to. He says he wishes you would behave so he could teach you their language."
Vierna was sprawled on the ground as he advanced at her; she knew already from the throbbing pain in her ankle that he'd sprained it. She turned quickly to crawl away from him. He neared her frame with a chuckle. She felt his hand tighten around her hair as he painfully pulled her up to face him. He spoke again and she listened for the translation.
"He says that you should decide now, do you want to eat or should he force you." Her gaze didn't leave his as she responded to the slave. Her answer made his gaze harden considerably as he dragged her back towards a lavishly set table. He set her down again at the table finally letting go of her hair for the moment. He reached out selecting a bit of fruit which he cut and held out towards her mouth. With a jerk she leaned forward sinking her teeth into his arm. He didn't even flinch at this. His gaze simply grew harder as he watched her. His gaze communicated no anger or irritation, just amusement. He leaned down towards her his eyes fixed on hers as he smelled her newly cleaned neck and hair. He muttered to her for the first time in her own language. It was thick with her own language's accents.
"Do you think you are going to become free this way, Vierna by chewing on my arm."
She let a little surprised gasp which caused her to stop biting his arm. He sat down across from her motioning for her to eat. Slowly, she lifted up some of the food provided and began to eat it. He smiled at her with the pleasure of someone who has just taught a dog to sit. He spoke, his language returned to his native tongue as the servant translated.
"Good girl. Now then. I want you to learn our language and ways, and to better your fighting abilities with me each morning. If you do that and I am satisfied then at the very least when you want to resist me it will be an amusing challenge. If you are done with your poor attempts at rebellion I will enjoy you as my companion."
She looked at his amused face and met it with a glare as she ate. Finally she finished and he stood holding out his hand expectantly. Slowly, she took it grimacing in pain as she stood. If he noticed, it was obvious he didn't feel the need to address the issue. He just slowly led her along to his throne where he sat grumpily and pulled her to his lap where he began to idly run his hand along her neck and shoulder. Prisoners, soldiers, all kinds of peoples were dragged before him. She watched him dealing with each in turn, his boredom obvious. The final one however remained in her mind. An Eldar, an important one if his armor was any indication was dragged in. The Archon finally was engaged. He smiled as the Eldar looked up snarling with hatred as they spoke back and forth. Suddenly she felt pressure at her back as he pushed her off of his lap toward the Eldar. The fan weapon she would butcher many more with clattered to the ground behind her. His intention was obvious as he pointed at the Eldar but the translation still rung out.
"He orders you to cover yourself in the blood and flesh of that one."
*end*
Vierna's hand fell from the window as she clenched her hand around the fan reaching to wipe away more blood from her hair and face. She moved towards the others. "Whatever it is let's hurry. I'm getting tired." It was true, she felt fatigued suddenly. Her whole body was aching as she slowly slid down the wall gripping her head and stomach.
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Post by daboss on May 27, 2013 9:16:26 GMT
After making sure that everyone was on board, Toran took his place in the copilot seat and they began to take off. They were no more that a few minutes into the flight when Toran started to pick up vox-chatter. "This is Delta Six-One! Shift fire to Hilltop Alpha! I say again, shift fire to Hilltop Alpha!" Toran instantly knew who that was. It was none other than his younger brother and only surviving family member. Toran placed the code book onto the dashboard, put back on his Elysian uniform and donned a jet pack. He was stopped before he could make it to the hatch by Lorenzo. "Let go of me," Toran said as he wrenched free of Lorenzo's grip. "My brother is down there, and I cannot just let him get killed!" With that, Toran opened the back hatch and jumped towards the firefight.
By the time Toran got there, the imperial forces were all but routed. As the last of the survivors pulled away, the dark Eldar forces shoring picked up, cutting off Toran from the rest of the Imperials. He fought a desperate rearguard action, cutting down the xenos as fast as he could. As he turned to fire at another group, a Kabalite warrior stood in front of him. Before Toran could react, the warrior plunged his poison-encrusted bayonet through Toran's abdominal armor into his hyt. Toran stood immobile in shock, and fell to his knees as the Kabalite withdrew his bayonet. As the Datk Eldar moved on, Toran fell to the ground, his vision blurring. He barely even noticed the Valkyrie touching down or An'yra running towards him...
Toran awoke covered in cold sweat and clammy skin. He glanced around at his surroundings, and proceeded to puke acidic bile all over the floor of the Valkyrie. The others had erected a makeshift curtain to make a room, with him lying on a stretcher. One side and them on the other. As Toran pit his head back down, an immense pain took hold of him. It was as if his blood was on fire. The pain was so intense that Toran was unable to scream, and writhed around as the pain shot through is body. With great effort, he managed to release a cry of pure agony that rapidly brought everyone into the room. What greeted them was a gruesome sight. Toran lay writhing on the stretcher, hands clasped on his stomach, eyes and mouth clamped shut due to to the immense pain. Toran's nose bled profusely, and his temperature spiked at near-lethal...
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Post by Yuno on May 27, 2013 21:37:10 GMT
Vierna had gotten up despite how she was pained and manned a gunner as the others began to move in a flurry. She was almost as talented with this gunner weapon as her blades and fan which was allowing her to cut down many of the warriors. She shot only at the Dark Eldar for fear that by some impossible odds she might actually be the one to kill Toran's brother. Then suddenly An'yra was screaming that Toran's life signs were failing. She felt the ship jerk downwards painfully as they slammed into the ground.
An'yra was out the door before the landing gear locked into place. Vierna stood feeling sicker than she ever had. But she had no time for that now. She drew out the Djin blade and felt her strength return suddenly. A dark greenish glow seemed to outline her in that moment as she charged out behind An'yra to defend the woman. Her blade swung at one of the warriors that moved to stop her. After a few adreniline fueled seconds An'yra had reached him and was dragging him back towards the ship. Vierna turned towards the Kalabites that descended towards her. She could hear shouts from her stolen intercomm in their language. They resounded in her ears. "We have found her, Archon. She is here." She heard that voice from such a distant place respond for them to take her unharmed. She saw them running towards her, and she dropped to the ground next to the Kalabite. She knew where they kept what she was looking for.
She came into the ship moments behind An'yra and she closed the hatch. She turned towards the woman who was shaking Toran trying to wake him. She moved over lifting her up by her tunic. "Get us out of here." She saw the shots beating against the door as the Kalabites attempted to enter. She saw the protest on An'yra's lips.
"Get us out of here or we will all die." she could see that love was blinding this woman and she dropped her pointing her splinter pistol at Toran. "Get us out of here. Or I will decorate the floor with his brains. I am with child and there is no one I would not betray, kill, or murder to keep my baby alive and secure." Her eyes were cold with truth and a viscious intent. Her finger rested easily on the trigger. An'yra was given no choice but to lift off.
Vierna could hear the shouts of the Kalabites as they took off. The ship had sustained heavy damage.
Vierna turned to Toran who had come awake with a start and was beginning to feel the poison's effects. He was going through it, she knew the agony he was in. She threw her cloak to the side and began to dig in her pack and armour. She found it and pulled it out and looked at the injection. An'yra had just appeared. Vierna knelt beside the man her emotions heavily conflicted at that moment she leaned forward stabbing it into his chest and pressing the liquid inside.
Suddenly, Toran flopped to the ground apparently lifeless. Vierna sighed in relief as An'yra looked on with horror. Vierna felt it, all the weakness and tiredness from so much movement and so little sleep beginning to drown her senses. She could see An'yra shouting at her asking what she'd given him.
Her lips moved and she could barely hear herself reciting in the Dark Eldar language what it was. "It is the most powerful medicine they have. It can bring anyone back from the brink of death. And it can cure that poison. It is the only thing known to." She felt that same pain in her stomach and she felt panic wash over her in that moment. She'd just given up her promise of life to another, a fool.
She turned looking at Lorenzo and An'yra her eyes filled with absolute terror. They could see it now, liquid running around her body, "I think the baby is.." she tried to sit up her panic obvious. "Help me."
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Post by Esiphas on May 28, 2013 17:29:18 GMT
For An'yra, the last 15 minutes hd been a blur. She had been running on adrenaline, or blinded by the fact the man she Loved was dyin. And yet, as she slowly returned to her senses, she saw the telltale signs of the Baby Vierna was carrying beginning to birth. "Oh come on. I can't fly this thing AND help out here! Umm... Why do these stupid humans not use AI?" Cursing in the Tau language, she brought the Valkyrie into a steep descent, half crashing into the ground below, but with enough finesse to avoid hurting anyone beyond an Ache or bump. "Get her into a room. I've never birthed a child before, but Im the best choice for the job anyway. Consider us Square, Vierna."
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Post by daboss on May 29, 2013 3:16:42 GMT
Toran awoke with a start as his back was slammed into a side of the Valkyrie. He attempted to come to his knees, but the effort sent searing pain throughout his arms and legs. Toran collapsed back onto the ground, breathing heavily. Just because the pain that had wracked his body before was mysteriously gone did not mean he was fit. He was barely able to get to his knees before he vomited more acidic bile. Toran shakily wiped his mouth wig his uniform sleeve before painfully pulling himself into a rough sitting position against the wall and assessing the situation. Vierna was in labor, with An'yra and Lorenzo attempting to help. Pest was nowhere to be seen. Toran felt a warm trickle along his waist and looked down. A red stain stretched across his abdominal region, going across his stomach and dripping into an shallow pool of blood. "Uh, guys, we might have a problem," Toran said just loud enough for them to hear. Now that he thought about it, he was feeling kind of tired. If only he could just...just put some pressure on his wound....but he was so tired. He looked back towards An'yra, and smiled weakly before passing out.
(Ooc-no, he is not dead. All that happened is he passed out from blood loss)
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Post by t⊗theark on May 29, 2013 10:46:40 GMT
(Sorry I haven't been around much guys)
Lorenzo looked upon Toran with complete and utter fury. Insubordinate! Imperial! Heretical! Dishonourable! Reckless! This the grimace of holy rage, the others preoccupied, Lorenzo stalked towards the guardsmen with a knife. He ripped off Toran's shirt and with the knife....
....he scratched the mark of Nergal into his skin, applying some vile substance he obtained back at the physicians while reciting a chaos prayer. It was a well known remedy from his home world of Koservitch III. His wound seemed to fester before his eyes but the effect seemed to overall help him.
The Tau didn't seem to be handling herself well so before she could react to him 'treating' her companion he picked her up and pinned her to the wall with an authoritative growl, however, a cocky smile showed that he meant no real harm.
"Fly us out of here. I've delivered my 3 children, all part eldar. Fly us out of here or the baby doesn't get born." He let her go and tended to Vierna who's breathes seemed to deepen.
"It's okay, I've done this 3 times before and they all turned out healthy...." His reassuring smile faded with memory of the death of his daughter.
The door still opwn Lorenzo saw the Dark Eldar cull continue assisted by their craftworld allies. The same slender living statues advanced like the onset of death, firing blasts from their rifles whose shots seemed so powerful they blasted holes in reality itself.
"What are you doing Tau, you know where to go, Take off already!"
Chaos Space Marine Sorcerer, Pophis the Knowledgeable, guarded by rubirk marines conversed with his God.
"Tzeentch, My Lord, the Changer of the Ways, the Master of Fortune, the Great Conspirator and the Architect of Fate. This sector if under a war of ideas, a flux of constantly shifting struggle, a tapestry on intertwining plans. I offer this sector to you my lord, This 'Colalition of the Free' no not that they serve you but they have made this sector a sacrifice to you my lord, and soon Ultima Segmentum!"
A Shay’tani cultist approached him as he hovered upon his dick of tzeentch, gleaming turquoise, gold and platinum terminator armour dwarfing the lowly human, rubrik marines obscured his path,
"Sir, you have offered your help to our cause and we want not to stretch such favour passed what is invited but we have a problem. Strange beings, phantoms are inhibiting us. They are strange creatures of living metal, living statuary, slender ghosts in the fog and mechanical creatures that fade from sight."
"Ancient forces have interests beyond us? No matter, I will make sure their lights flicker and die, tongues of flames that should have been extinguished eons ago!"
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