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Post by Esiphas on Apr 16, 2013 14:36:06 GMT
Cal looked round at his team. He wasn't overly fond of the Commander, but at least he got things across. Raising a hand in greetings, Cal said "Uhh... hi. Cal Howlcaster. I'm a Pyromancer... Sort of. I'm not overly fond of using my powers trivially. Though if this is a special run... Well it might be god having me along." He gave a nervous smile. Cal wasn't a socialist at all.
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Post by Yuno on Apr 16, 2013 15:52:04 GMT
Calliope grinned awfully around her now smoking cigarette and reached from her now ruffled hair to the smoke drawing it away from her face and blowing the smoke out at the other commander. "Right. Everybody has a name? So we can go and stop wasting time then?" she replaced the cigarette grinning as the Commander shot her a look of extreme distaste. It was clear she noticed, but she just kept grinning. She finished smoking and put it out on the ground. "Hey twitchy. Calm it all down. Don't worry, if public speaking is the worst thing that happens to you today we'll all count ourselves as very lucky."
She moved out of line saluting the other commander. "Are we free to go?"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 16, 2013 22:31:04 GMT
"You little miss Calliope need to learn some damn manners for your elders and commanding officers, you have an astropath and a medic at your disposal, please don't pull any hero (please do not swear)." He said rubbing his eyes, this group was nothing more that a few kids. He had a street thug, a newbie medic, an over confident psyker, a walking candle, and a cook going into a could be combat zone. "Dismissed." he said letting them go, they all departed the drop ship and he sat in his chair, heading back for command central.
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Post by Yuno on Apr 16, 2013 23:14:24 GMT
Calliope grinned and waved to the commander as the drop pod doors closed. She took a seat buckling herself in and watched the others. "Okay boys, the info I have says we're landing in a city landscape, one of those old earth transport areas to be specific. If we stick together we may walk out of this with our hides intact. get in get out and don't be a hero. That's my place." she grinned as the pod began to shake and it was clear they had been launched. She smoked right up until the jarring crunch of a landing occurred and the doors flew open and they filed out.
The landing area was a massive building without a roof that they'd slammed into. The walls were crumbling and the failing electricity spread shadows all over. Her cigarette glowed as it fell landing on the floor and she drew her rifle motioning for them to move forth through the giant doors out into the street.
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 17, 2013 2:19:52 GMT
Malden was haken from the less than smooth trip, but none the less, he followed the team leader with haste, brushing his green robe free of dust. The darkness was no hinderence for him, his 'near sight' being more than enough for him to navigate around..He grasped his staff in both hands and the head of it lead the way as if he were on guard. They came out into the open, upon the desolate streets with nothing but abandoned vehicles and rubble on them.
Something wasn't right though. He heard whispers, dozens of voices all at once. No one else seemed to be able to hear them, but they were loud.
"There's something here," He said with the only response being confused looks in a completely empty street, "I swear, I sense life everywhere. I don't know where they are but they're all around us."
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 17, 2013 3:10:43 GMT
Drake took a seat near the front of drop ship so that if they where shot at after landing the others could provide covering fire while he treated the wounded. But other than that he spent the entire trip braced against his harness muttering strings of prays to the Emperor that they would arrive safely. When the craft finally screamed to a half he unbuckled himself as quickly as possible, fumbling a little over the straps before moving out after his squad.
Thankfully it seemed his precautions about getting shot at where not needed as they building was completely empty but this did nothing to settle his nerves. If anything it put him even more on edge, and it didn't help that the shadows seemed to move when he wasn't looking. Taking a deep breath Drake tried to steady himself. "Remember your training." He thought raising his rifle so that it fit snugly against his shoulder and proceeded to scan the area of signs of targets, always staying close to the back of the group in case of an ambush.
When the Psyker spoke up Drake nearly jumped out of his skin before swinging his rifle in the guys direction, managing to point the barrel upwards just before it was level with the mans head. He gave the Psyk an apologetic shrug feeling that any noise was unnecessary in a place like this. That was until the guy mentions signs of life and the young medic flushed with embarrassment. He had forgotten to hand out their vitals trackers on the flight down here...
"Erm now this isn't a good time but... It seems I forgot to hand these out..." He said in a timid voice that only just managed to get their attentions. Looking at him they could see he was holding out a small bag that contained several small clear round pads. Taking one out he held it up to the group "Alright you just need to take one and put it on your jugular vein like this..." He placed the pad over his neck and was rewarded by the sudden blip of a pulse on his HUD "Or if your having trouble I can do it for you..." He looked around, two red patchs could be seen on his cheeks.
"Sorry..." He added in a meek tone at some of the others looks. He just hoped they would chalk it down to age and forget about it. It wouldn't do to gain a vendetta so early in the mission.
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Post by Yuno on Apr 17, 2013 4:00:36 GMT
Calliope turned accepting the device with a grin and turned around again pulling down the side of her tunic to reveal the beginning of her angel birthmark before slapping the pad on her neck. She cracked her neck motioning again for the others to move. She dropped back towards Drake clapping him on the back and speaking quietly. "Chin up little dragon. Look we're all a rag tag bunch. I don't even want to show you the files on these other people. And my own has a record like this." she lifted her hands up indicating a giant length. "But on this planet, from this point forward, you're the medical dictionary and the last word on treatment." she smiled clenching a fist comically. "Let me down and the last word will be my fist breaking your face." she laughed at his nervous look and ruffled his hair. "I'm kidding. God you worry. I trust you. You wouldn't be here if you were expendable and useful." she turned as Malden started muttering and she nodded advancing out into the street glancing left and right her rifle drawn as she began to scout for the group before waving them forward.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 17, 2013 4:57:46 GMT
As you enter the main square of the city you notice things in the dark shifting, just shadows or is it something more? All around you the place comes to life an echo of what it was just mere days ago, people walking through carrying on with personal business. One turns its eyes landing on you, empty eye that are pure white and devoid of all emotions. It moans walking towards you, the others join it hearing the commotion. Every person looks the same, drained of all life with the same eyes baring down upon you.
As the 20 shadow walkers start your way a loud gurgling bark is heard off in the distance, something bigger is headed your way and you've got 20 things ready to eat you already.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 17, 2013 6:31:48 GMT
Cal drew his Combat knife, a Wicked heavy foot and a bit blade, and held it defensively. "What in the emperors name are these things? Shadows made to walk? The risen dead?" He said, mostly to himself, but loud enough that the others old hear them. Quickly, he darted forward, slashed a one of themselves throat, then dashed backwards, hope pin above all else that these hings cold be killed.
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 17, 2013 7:13:07 GMT
Rafael took the pad hesitantly, applying it to his windpipe in ignorance of the location of his jugular. Then he trudged on quietly, careful never to stray to far from the group.
Everything was so dark, making it near impossible to differentiate the figures from the land. Only a slight shimmer in the air alerted them to him. Noticing the others reaction, he realised try weren't a welcoming party. He attempted to load his shotgun, dropping a shell in the process before reluctantly pumping it.
It came to rest on his hips, pointed in the vague direction of a walker, who lamp like eyes seemed to be focus on him. His finger shook on the trigger, unsure of the recoil, afraid of what it could do.
"S...Stop.... We aren't here to...." He stopped as they kept advancing. "No closer! Dammit." The figure was close enough to feel its ghostly presence and half in panic, Rafael squeezed the trigger.
Light erupted from the end as shot scattered in all directions from the barrel, some tearing through the figure, more just sinking into the dark background. He pumped again, his arms in pain from tension. "D..ont.. Oh (please do not swear)." He fired again at the figure, taking a step back from the recoil, touching Maiden in the process, letting a
pent up sound of fright. But he didn't turn, just focused on the figures, another painful pump followed.
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 17, 2013 8:22:25 GMT
Drake grinned at Calliope's compliments, it wasn't often he got compliments and when he did it was often about his age which he was sure was more of an insult. That didn't stop him taking a step back when she curled a fist but soon let out a nervous laugh when he realized she was joking. He was still smiling as Raf took a vital monitor and the first of the shadows appeared.
He didn't see it straight away as he walked over to the nervous trooper shaking his head "I told you to get me to do AH WHAT THE (please do not swear)!" He shouted the last part as the man shot his first shell at the shadow. "What is that thing?" He asked rooted to the spot as the shadow advanced until the guy shot again knocking over the Psyk reminding Drake why he was there.
"Alright keep it cool, just ignore them for now. Just do your job and help people." He muttered as he managed to take a shaky step towards the Raf. In once swift move he placed a hand on the mans back in an attempt to stop him from standing of Mald while ripping the patch off of his throat with the other and placing in the right place. He would have liked to do more for the guy but he still needed to get the patch's to the others and to be honest the more fire that was on them monsters the safer he felt.
Taking a step back Drake quickly stooped down to help Mald back to his feet before placing a pad on his neck, not caring for his reaction. He then gritted his teeth and raised his rifle and let off a burst of semi automatic fire off at the closest shadow, slowly starting to shuffle forward towards Cal. "Just a little further..." Drake muttered before taking his hand off the trigger and slapping a patch on Cal's neck.
"Ha I did it!" He exclaimed as five lines indicating heart rate and blood pressure popped up before an outline appeared from the darkness. Slightly confused Drake spun around to look before a walker launched its self at him. With a cry he took a step back causing his foot to catch on something and send him crashing onto his back. It was all he could do to raise his rifle sideways as the creature jumped forward.
"Get off me!" He shouted as his own pulse spiked. The creature only groaned at him trying to snap at Drake and was rewarded with a face full of helmet as the medic tried to head butt the creature off of him.
"Why didn't I bring a pistol?!"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 17, 2013 16:28:20 GMT
The creature Cal sliced opens head fell backwards as it crumbled apart into the darkness, these things were just an echo of there former selves held together by a bit of darkness, the single shot from Rafael took out three the second another two. The shadows couldn't be reasoned with as one lunged at Drake, its touch cold as ice even through his clothing.
Malden was virtually bombarded by voices, the pleas of innocent people crying out in agony for help...the amount of voices would have caused a normal person to curl into a ball and cry but this was a whole new level.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 17, 2013 22:33:56 GMT
Cal backpedal end, raising his nice for a strike, the realised it was Drake. "Holy lord of light, you scared the (please do not swear) out of me! Come on, help me out here. I've only got this prissy little knife." He flipped the knife round, and brought it up into a shadows chin. As it crumbled, he let go of the knife, and caught it handle first in a back handed position, before jamming it into a second one behind him. That one didn't die, as he had onl caught it in the chest, but he kicked t backwards, and grabbed the knife. Twisting it and then tearin straight up, cutting ts face in two. Brandishing the knie once again like a whorl sword, he blew a strand of hair from his face. "Okay... Next one."
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 18, 2013 2:35:01 GMT
Maldor looked around, now surrounded by what seemed to be living shadows. Summoning his otherworldly powers he grasped his staff in both hands, channeling the energies through his open mouth and let out a psychic scream at an advancing group of the shadows that were encroaching upon that kid, Rafael. It knocked a couple away, one who copped the brunt of the deafening telepathic assault disintegrating. He ran over hitting another back with his staff. He looked to the startled looking man and assured him in low gothic,
"No sabía que los conscriptos podrían tener las municiones de entrenamiento especial. ¿Está herido?"
He then turned to Cal,
"We need to get to a safer area, I was assigned to report any activity. This is activity. I need somewhere I can concentrate."
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Post by Yuno on Apr 18, 2013 2:51:56 GMT
Calliope was in the middle of disposing of the last of the shadows with her rifle. She regarded Maldor quickly and nodded turning and drawing her blade in a jerky motion and ramming it into a creature that had advanced up behind her. She wasn't paying good enough attention to see the other one as she shouted, "Okay we'll make for somewhere more enclosed." the creature's claws tore into her back and she grunted in obvious pain and turned kicking it backwards and sending a knife flying to end its pathetic existence. She swore angrily her back having a claw mark on it and her shirt torn so that her birthmark was even more noticeable. Strangely, the white skin seemed undamaged where her tan skin was.
She turned noticing one advancing towards the medic and she shook her head charging through the others towards it. Right as the creature was about to claw at Drake he saw a blade slide through it's neck and then another decapitating it. The shadow dropped to the ground. Calliope stood grinning and holding out another knife. "You best keep this with you doc."
With that she turned motioning for the group to make a break for a building across the way.
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