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Two Marines lay down a hellish wave of surpessive fire against the inquisitors allowing a third to close with Nathan and Pater. In one fist was a bolt pistol, the other a chainsword. The debris bounced harmlessly off their armour, but the cloud did interfere with their superb accuracy.
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Adivan felt something in the warp, something that was growing in strength. Lights were fading around it as it grew brighter. It saw him too. Tendrils reached out through the warp. Along its length the Daemon Sword Varn'iar possessed a hundred teeth, a score of eyes, and a dozen reaching tendrils. The inquisitor's soul would be a tasty morsal.
Come to me mortal. On your soul I shall feed. It laughed, reverberating through the warp.
Come to me mortal. On your soul I shall feed. It laughed, reverberating through the warp.
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Focus... focus...
Don't believe the things you hear. There's no such thing as a purely natural shot. Everyone has to learn by the same kind of repitition. Some just pick it up faster than others.
He'd had hell in his first marksmanship qualifications. The instructor told him he tried too hard, and had to relax. He lined up carefully on one of the marines laying down the suppressive fire... head shot was the only way to take one of these beasts down... careful... fire.
The plasma bolt sizzled through the air... Prius didn't hang around to see if it scored, as he was already moving, bolter fire ripping up the perch he'd just been occupying.
Don't believe the things you hear. There's no such thing as a purely natural shot. Everyone has to learn by the same kind of repitition. Some just pick it up faster than others.
He'd had hell in his first marksmanship qualifications. The instructor told him he tried too hard, and had to relax. He lined up carefully on one of the marines laying down the suppressive fire... head shot was the only way to take one of these beasts down... careful... fire.
The plasma bolt sizzled through the air... Prius didn't hang around to see if it scored, as he was already moving, bolter fire ripping up the perch he'd just been occupying.
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"Damn three of em......" Nathan growled and fired his plasma pistol befoire ducking behind the covering wreckage.
"I can try to rip them apart but if therer ARE any more well.....we will get to join our fellows in the hereafter"
"I can try to rip them apart but if therer ARE any more well.....we will get to join our fellows in the hereafter"
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Clonk clonk clonk.
"There's..." he gasped out as he made it to a frozen water tank, the bolter rounds shattering the ice of his temporary cover, "Four more coming..."
Green light on the plasma pistol.
Pater ceased focusing on the telekinetic storm, his psi-cannon tracking on the onrushing marine, firing a shot into the center of its chest-plate.
"There's..." he gasped out as he made it to a frozen water tank, the bolter rounds shattering the ice of his temporary cover, "Four more coming..."
Green light on the plasma pistol.
Pater ceased focusing on the telekinetic storm, his psi-cannon tracking on the onrushing marine, firing a shot into the center of its chest-plate.
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The Marine realed back under the impact of psycannon bolts. Unfortunately firing an anti-psyker bolts at the strongest part of a Marine's armour did little more than scar the armour. A burst of fire from the bolt pistol answers Pater and the Chaos Marine charges forward with his chainsword extended.
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Nathan threw a krak grenade at the marines and dove for another covering spot .It hit on the aproaching marine.The grneade stagered the marine .When suddenly Prius managed to hit it with a plasma bolt.It shrieked as the shot tore through the throat .
Spinelessly the mrine fell as its two fellow incresed the tempo of fire.
Spinelessly the mrine fell as its two fellow incresed the tempo of fire.
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One marine made a motion to the other as he changed bolter magazines. The other layed down surpression fire, filling the air with deadly metal storm rounds. Their proximity fuses detonated in front of their targets, filling the air with a lethal steel hail.
The first Black Legionaire had reloaded. As his battle brother filled provided covering fire, he began to fire frag grenades into the room.
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Mortragor stalked through the bowels, killing all he encountered. Varn'iar's appetite was almost sated, so he had ceased killing with the sword. Hands, feet, and killing sorcery left a trail of blood and bodies as the headed back towards the inquisitors in a roundabout way. Soon he would introduce them to Varn'iar's hunger.
The first Black Legionaire had reloaded. As his battle brother filled provided covering fire, he began to fire frag grenades into the room.
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Mortragor stalked through the bowels, killing all he encountered. Varn'iar's appetite was almost sated, so he had ceased killing with the sword. Hands, feet, and killing sorcery left a trail of blood and bodies as the headed back towards the inquisitors in a roundabout way. Soon he would introduce them to Varn'iar's hunger.
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Nathan threw a smoke grenade and grabbed Prius" Fall back to the previous room Pater I have an idea"
He pulled the commisar into the room they were in and set him behind some etrenchments ,Nathan grabed the las cannons controls .
"know how to work the generator?"
He pulled the commisar into the room they were in and set him behind some etrenchments ,Nathan grabed the las cannons controls .
"know how to work the generator?"
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Arbites and Guardsmen alike entered the Enginarium, supporting the Inquisitors with a steady stream of las- and stubber fire. Xerxes was the last to enter. He hit the floor as a burst of bolter fire hit the wall behind him. Crawling forward on his knees and elbows, he got a good peak at the current situation. He took careful aim with his hellgun, trying not to hit some of his fellows engaged in melee combat. His scope found the head of an unhelmeted Black Legionnaire. Emperor, guide my shot! He squeezed the trigger, sending a pair of high-powered bolts into it's head and neck. The Marine fell over limply.
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With Horus lost to them, the only god the Legion prayed to was overwhelming firepower. As the grenadier bombarded the room the other legionaire reloaded. No words were exchanged. They weren't necessary between battle brothers who had worked together for this long. The Imperials had slain their brothers. Only pain and death could supply adequate recompense.
The grenadier switched clips with the a few swift movements. He crouched, ready to peep out and kill anyone who moved as his battle brother began shooting through the enemies cover with armour piercing Kraken rounds.
The grenadier switched clips with the a few swift movements. He crouched, ready to peep out and kill anyone who moved as his battle brother began shooting through the enemies cover with armour piercing Kraken rounds.
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"Simple set those corpses up as if they are hisding over there...the dead will do there duty as well as the living.There is a second las cannon above an to the right of me ,the door covers us and the marines may be fooled by the corpses when they come in......."
Nathan looks at him " I doubt they can survive a direct hit from one of these"
Nathan looks at him " I doubt they can survive a direct hit from one of these"
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Xerxes hugged the floor as armor piercing rounds whizzed over his head. He keyed his vox. "Duran? You still alive?" The voice on the other end was shaky. "Yes, Judge. Still here..."
"See that grenadier and his buddy over there? Tell Davvik to let him suck on a melta bomb."
He heard Duran laugh on the other end. "Can do, sir. Davvik, get your ass over here!" Xerxes watched apprehensively as Davvik crawled towards Duran. They exchanged a few silent handsignals, and Davvik pulled out his second melta bomb. Judging the distance, he primed it, poked his head over the low wall, and threw it.
It landed squarely in front of the 2 Legionnaires. Xerxes could have sworn he heard them cry out to the Emperor as the melta detonated. A huge roiling cloud of molten energy consumed them instantly.
"See that grenadier and his buddy over there? Tell Davvik to let him suck on a melta bomb."
He heard Duran laugh on the other end. "Can do, sir. Davvik, get your ass over here!" Xerxes watched apprehensively as Davvik crawled towards Duran. They exchanged a few silent handsignals, and Davvik pulled out his second melta bomb. Judging the distance, he primed it, poked his head over the low wall, and threw it.
It landed squarely in front of the 2 Legionnaires. Xerxes could have sworn he heard them cry out to the Emperor as the melta detonated. A huge roiling cloud of molten energy consumed them instantly.
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The rush of Arbites was not lost on Varn'iar's warp sense. One good ambush deserves another, thought Mortragor. He sprinted ahead, Varn'iar clenched in one fist. Having eaten so many souls the daemon blade had plenty of power to lend to Mortragor's sorcery.
The Arbites rear guard saw the the Chaos Sorcerer in enough time to react. Barely. Streamers of blue and pink flame filled the corridor, burning through armour and flesh. A few rounds came his way, but only one required deflect. Armoured in chaos altered flesh, marine augmentations, and foul sorcery Mortragor hit the Arbites line and began to slay like a farmer reaping wheat. He was a blur of carnage as blood sprayed the decks.
The Arbites rear guard saw the the Chaos Sorcerer in enough time to react. Barely. Streamers of blue and pink flame filled the corridor, burning through armour and flesh. A few rounds came his way, but only one required deflect. Armoured in chaos altered flesh, marine augmentations, and foul sorcery Mortragor hit the Arbites line and began to slay like a farmer reaping wheat. He was a blur of carnage as blood sprayed the decks.
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Davvik's triumphant shout was drowned out by his scream as the vile bolts of Chaos sorcery consumed him and Duran. Play along, Judge. Khorne shall spare you...His head throbbed. That voice again...
He leapt to his feet, and unleashed a hail of hellgun bolts at the sorceror, screaming the Litany of Purity at the top of his lungs. "The Emperor protects! Purity is strength!"
He leapt to his feet, and unleashed a hail of hellgun bolts at the sorceror, screaming the Litany of Purity at the top of his lungs. "The Emperor protects! Purity is strength!"
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"Okay," Adivan said absently, his mind still seeking the location of the Chaos Sorceror, "how many of us are left, and how much equipment?"
A head count was rapidly completed, and the results were depressing. Eleven Stormtroopers remained, out of thirty-six who had gone in, plus Captain Fortis, who was floating near the wall being tended to by a medic - quite difficult in a zero-gee vacuum. One naval armsman and two technicans remained; of the surviving Stormtroopers, only three were uninjured. Fortunately, much of the dead troopers' equipment had survived, and they still had three meltas and four plasma guns available, and more hellguns than they could feasibly carry.
As the survivors of the platoon reorganised themselves, Adivan floated over to the two technicians, and gestured towards the control panels.
"What can you control from here? Can you do anything about the gravity?"
They glanced at each other.
"We can try, Inquisitor," one of them offered, "but if they sabotaged the systems, there's not much we can do."
"Try, then, and tell me what, if anything, you find out. And see if you can get the station's communication systems working again. I grow tired of having to communicate by runner."
A head count was rapidly completed, and the results were depressing. Eleven Stormtroopers remained, out of thirty-six who had gone in, plus Captain Fortis, who was floating near the wall being tended to by a medic - quite difficult in a zero-gee vacuum. One naval armsman and two technicans remained; of the surviving Stormtroopers, only three were uninjured. Fortunately, much of the dead troopers' equipment had survived, and they still had three meltas and four plasma guns available, and more hellguns than they could feasibly carry.
As the survivors of the platoon reorganised themselves, Adivan floated over to the two technicians, and gestured towards the control panels.
"What can you control from here? Can you do anything about the gravity?"
They glanced at each other.
"We can try, Inquisitor," one of them offered, "but if they sabotaged the systems, there's not much we can do."
"Try, then, and tell me what, if anything, you find out. And see if you can get the station's communication systems working again. I grow tired of having to communicate by runner."
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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Mortragor felled the irratating judge with his fist. The helmet and bones cracked. Where was the damned inquisitor? His commander would not be pleased if he failed to slay him.
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The Black Legionaires had turned the hydroponics into wreckage. Nothing moved. Nothing live. They reloaded and the first moved in while the second provided cover. Against Marine armour, senses, reflexes, and accuracy, what kind of ambush could possibly prevail?
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The marines noted three guardsmen behind cover,they moved as the marine enterd, but before they could get a shot off he fired kraken rounds into there cover.
Narthan pulled the trigeer on the las cannon sending its bolt through the center of the traitor marine.
Narthan pulled the trigeer on the las cannon sending its bolt through the center of the traitor marine.
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Axidus attempted to com Mortragor for the third time. Nothing. Either jamming, the sorcerer was on a power trip, or he was dead. Well if you want something done properly you have to skin them and sacrifice them yourself. The Chaos Lord and his bodyguard moved out of the landing bay to perform the routine job of massacring armed resistance.
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The traitor legionaire dropped instantly, slain by the power of the lascannon. The other legionaire shredded the heavy weapon with a burst and charged in hungry for vengeance.
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