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Nathan slid around the corner carefully. Bolter shots hitting the wall as he dashed forwards . A legionaire was about to impale Lillith through the back When Nathan shot him with his plasma pistol.
The Marines reflexes saved him as he jerked backwards from the shot howerver it was his undoing as Lillith reacted and skewered him in the chest.
The Marines reflexes saved him as he jerked backwards from the shot howerver it was his undoing as Lillith reacted and skewered him in the chest.
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Crelik the Cruel drew down on Varian. His bolt pistols had been loaded with Kraken rounds since the Sister's showed up. He had long since lost count of the men he had killed. The inquisitor would make the three hundrenth and eleventh interesting target he had killed in battle.
Prius's plasma blast decapitated. A feared member of the Black Legion, a killer of countless thousands, topled and fell.
Prius's plasma blast decapitated. A feared member of the Black Legion, a killer of countless thousands, topled and fell.
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"Now," Prius explained to the crew members as he methodically sorted and handed out grenades to each of them. "You will follow me. When I request a weapon, you will hand it to me."
He gathered an extra shotcannon for each man from the corpses around them.
"When I order you to do something you will do it."
He checked his plasma pistol once more.
"Trust in the Emperor and we will be victorious."
Satisfied, he began planning his vector. Collect Nathan first, then Varian.
"Fail me, and I will kill you myself. Any questions?"
Not waiting for the answer, he scuttled along, having already selected a target.
He gathered an extra shotcannon for each man from the corpses around them.
"When I order you to do something you will do it."
He checked his plasma pistol once more.
"Trust in the Emperor and we will be victorious."
Satisfied, he began planning his vector. Collect Nathan first, then Varian.
"Fail me, and I will kill you myself. Any questions?"
Not waiting for the answer, he scuttled along, having already selected a target.
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Drevak smashed Lillith aside with a blow from his power fist. Her armoured form flew accross the hall and smashed into the wall. The little human had been deadly, succeeding in killing his battle brothers. The Sororitas had put up a good fight, but they were merely humans.
The Black Legionaires had taken heavy casualties. Somehow the thrall psykers were still alive. It was obscene that they had survived while his battle brothers had not. But that was of little consequence. Only those who had earned Terminator Armour like those in his squad were truly of the Black Legion.
He stormed toward the hanger. Inside fuel and ammunition would be plentiful. Let the ship burn in the fire of his wrath.
The Black Legionaires had taken heavy casualties. Somehow the thrall psykers were still alive. It was obscene that they had survived while his battle brothers had not. But that was of little consequence. Only those who had earned Terminator Armour like those in his squad were truly of the Black Legion.
He stormed toward the hanger. Inside fuel and ammunition would be plentiful. Let the ship burn in the fire of his wrath.
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Nathan prayed to the Emperor that Lillith wwas allrighrt, he prayed that tech had the damn fighter ready and he prayed this desperate plan would work if not they were screwed 5 ways from Oneday.
Things had definitely gone to hell this day . However there was a chance those bastards could be stoped .The main door to the hangar bay was near but first he had work to do. Praying once more he tossed a frag grenade at the Black Legionaire thralls using his TK to make it go the distance needed.
Things had definitely gone to hell this day . However there was a chance those bastards could be stoped .The main door to the hangar bay was near but first he had work to do. Praying once more he tossed a frag grenade at the Black Legionaire thralls using his TK to make it go the distance needed.
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He snapped off a plasma shot, winging a Legionaire. Not even close to good enough, barely even an armor breach. Ducking the burst of return fire, he grabbed the shotcannon waiting for him and whirled to the side. A burst of kraken rounds ripped through the cherrypicker they were sheltering behind, through the space he'd occupied a bare second before. Sliding around the side, he unleashed a burst from the shotcannon, aiming for the already damaged portion of the armor. Good hit, but not a kill.
The Legionaire snarled and drew a chainaxe. Prius drew his chainsword and watched him rush on, standing in a waiting pose, motionless, blade held high. At the last moment, he bellowed "KNEEL!" at the top of his lungs, putting all his power behind the command.
With a spike of power that was easily discernable to any sensitive in the hanger, his will briefly overwhelmed the marine, who dropped to his knees promptly, skidding across the deck.
With a neat sidestep, Prius swung the chainsword, adamantine teeth grinding through the armor and into the Legionaire's neck.
The Legionaire snarled and drew a chainaxe. Prius drew his chainsword and watched him rush on, standing in a waiting pose, motionless, blade held high. At the last moment, he bellowed "KNEEL!" at the top of his lungs, putting all his power behind the command.
With a spike of power that was easily discernable to any sensitive in the hanger, his will briefly overwhelmed the marine, who dropped to his knees promptly, skidding across the deck.
With a neat sidestep, Prius swung the chainsword, adamantine teeth grinding through the armor and into the Legionaire's neck.
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The dying traitor's blood hardened as it hit the ground. But even super rapid clotting could not ameliorate severed arteries and neck. The killer flopped as his battle brother aimed his plasma gun at him.
And prompley burned. A white hot flame of wrath surrounded him as Varian chanelled his full might through his force rod. It flash fried his lungs, heart, and brain instantly. The corpse hit the floor with a loud clang next to the shrapnel ridden bodies of the thrall psykers.
Drevak pushed foreward. The melta part of his combi weapon took care of the door as he lead his battle brothers into the cavernous launch bays.
And prompley burned. A white hot flame of wrath surrounded him as Varian chanelled his full might through his force rod. It flash fried his lungs, heart, and brain instantly. The corpse hit the floor with a loud clang next to the shrapnel ridden bodies of the thrall psykers.
Drevak pushed foreward. The melta part of his combi weapon took care of the door as he lead his battle brothers into the cavernous launch bays.
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Nathan screamed one word "FIRE" and dove . Drevak and the other Terminators met the full fury of an imperial fighters forward las cannons. the weapons tore mercilessly into the terminators using energies designed to damage armor evven tougher than there own. the terrified tech at the gunners station held the triggers down and keyt pouring fire into them .
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Drevak died instantly. The tech followed his as the Reaper autocannon blew open the Fury's cockpit and the tech's body. The Terminators stepped over their leader's body, and into the hanger. A volley of frag grenades was there departing shot.
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The Terminators decided to make use to the Sword's advanced automated features. As two of them covered the door, the other two activated the fuel pumps. The fluid began to rush across the floor. In a minute of two it would cover most of the bay and began to flood pour down the elevators to the lower decks and out the door towards the Imperials.
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Prius' eyes widened, then narrow.
They would ignite the fuel and blow the deck, not to mention killing all of them here...
There was only one answer that immediately came to mind. He looked at Varian.
"Vac-suits. We need to decompress the hanger." He turned and barked at the ratings. "Where are the vac suits?"
They would ignite the fuel and blow the deck, not to mention killing all of them here...
There was only one answer that immediately came to mind. He looked at Varian.
"Vac-suits. We need to decompress the hanger." He turned and barked at the ratings. "Where are the vac suits?"
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The torpedo volley struck Nightmare. Two hit her, one of failed to penetrate he hull and failed to blast through the armour. The other one penetrated and rendered a six decks lifeless for half the length of the ship.
Then the Sword of Glory's bombers had their chance. The fighters lead them in and wave after wave of bombers struck. Heavy missles impacted on the hull, almost all failing to penetrate. After the second wave, the Nightmare's aft armour was massivley cratered. The third wave cracked it open. The fourth and fifth wave rammed their missles through. The plasma warheads exploded inside the Nightmare's hull. The back half of the ship ruptured in an incandescent blast. The remnents of the Strike Cruiser's bow continued to drift foreward.
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"Sir," the crewman said. "The largest store of vac suits is inside the hanger, for emergency operations. There is also a locker 200 meters aft."
Then the Sword of Glory's bombers had their chance. The fighters lead them in and wave after wave of bombers struck. Heavy missles impacted on the hull, almost all failing to penetrate. After the second wave, the Nightmare's aft armour was massivley cratered. The third wave cracked it open. The fourth and fifth wave rammed their missles through. The plasma warheads exploded inside the Nightmare's hull. The back half of the ship ruptured in an incandescent blast. The remnents of the Strike Cruiser's bow continued to drift foreward.
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"Sir," the crewman said. "The largest store of vac suits is inside the hanger, for emergency operations. There is also a locker 200 meters aft."
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"Bridge , Talsterm Seal off Hangar bay 4 cloose all blast doors in the area. Also see if you can stiopo the fuel pumps in the area . Talstrem out"
Nathan shut a blast door securing Lllith and the wounded behind it ads he headed fo the launch bay control room.
Nathan shut a blast door securing Lllith and the wounded behind it ads he headed fo the launch bay control room.
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The thrall mannign the spite's sensors continued to see it, it was another momement of total disbelief, the best resolution matched it as a Rhino varient, but that was a creature of the ground war, what was one doing traveling in space, it was too small for the defensive turret's to get an accurate lock on, that was not a problem either, even traveling at the speed, the little tank could no more harm the ship, then....
As it approched the apex of it's kamikazi run the small tank twisted it's sponson guns and fired full bursts from it's forward storm bolters, along with the bursts from it's nearly exhausted heavy flamers. primitive retrothurst, with the added benefit of melting matter expelling oxygen as the airlock doors closed adding to the force of the retarding thrust. deep inside Fawkes harvested the expelled oxygen that carressed him, to barely begin to refill his fuel reserves. The immolator had hoped to breach the bridge or enginirium, but instead had found it's self in the ship's shuttlebay. Still there was nothing there that could act as a threat to him just yet,
As it approched the apex of it's kamikazi run the small tank twisted it's sponson guns and fired full bursts from it's forward storm bolters, along with the bursts from it's nearly exhausted heavy flamers. primitive retrothurst, with the added benefit of melting matter expelling oxygen as the airlock doors closed adding to the force of the retarding thrust. deep inside Fawkes harvested the expelled oxygen that carressed him, to barely begin to refill his fuel reserves. The immolator had hoped to breach the bridge or enginirium, but instead had found it's self in the ship's shuttlebay. Still there was nothing there that could act as a threat to him just yet,
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"This is the bridge. We don't have any direct control over the launch bay. Battle damage has severed all relays."
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"The controls are inside, in the Flight Director's booth. You override the airlock mechanism and open the launch bays."
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"The Emperor delivers miracles to those who are faithful and in need," he muttered as he snapped his helmet on. He waited until they had their helmets on, then clicked the comm. "Show us the way."
He hefted the meltagun, hating the notion of fighting in one of these damned things again. Last time, he'd lost an arm and a leg, because he couldn't move and evade properly. Anything that impaired his efficiency was to be loathed...
He hefted the meltagun, hating the notion of fighting in one of these damned things again. Last time, he'd lost an arm and a leg, because he couldn't move and evade properly. Anything that impaired his efficiency was to be loathed...
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Nathan sealed his power armors helment and activated internal support .He activated the magnets in his boots as well.
::Prius...Talstrem lets Roll::
::Prius...Talstrem lets Roll::
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Well. Things are looking up. An inhuman howl of rage from somewhere behind Adivan seemed to support that assessment; the last of the power-armoured Marines in the bay was dead, cut down by sustained fire from four separate plasma guns. We may not even need Gix at- Adivan's thoughts were abruptly cut off as the last of the Terminator's unleashed a furious hail of fire from it's Storm Bolter. The Inquisitor twisted aside, and most of it howled past, but two shells struck home into his left shoulder and arm. He sucked in a scream as they detonated, punching through ceramite and essentially pulverising his left arm.
Okay, maybe we WILL.
Shifting the combi-weapon to his right hand alone, he retreated into the maze of machinery that filled the bay and waited for his melta to recharge. As he did so, he activated his vox unit and broadcast over the Inquisitorial channels.
"This is Adivan at the enginarium. Update: Enemy forces are down to a single Terminator. Gix, how long until you get here?"
Okay, maybe we WILL.
Shifting the combi-weapon to his right hand alone, he retreated into the maze of machinery that filled the bay and waited for his melta to recharge. As he did so, he activated his vox unit and broadcast over the Inquisitorial channels.
"This is Adivan at the enginarium. Update: Enemy forces are down to a single Terminator. Gix, how long until you get here?"
"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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There was no question of order. Prius took point as the more expendable, Varian covered him, and the two ratings, now suddenly elevated in value beyond simple ammo and weapon haulers, gave directions from behind. Prius reached out with his senses, to determine what obstacles remained between them and their objective. If it came to it, they would have to fight hand to hand. Triggering the melta in this environment would be instantly lethal.
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The crewman lead Prius down the corridor to the vac suits. As he did, the Sword's attack squadrons returned, most of their fuel and weapons expended. With the starboard bays out of action, they began to que up near the port bay.
The Sword of Glory had turned her portside to the Harbringer of Agony. Dorsal, prow, and starboard batteries opened up. Joining her was the fire of Poniard and Viscious. The Harbringer's void shields buckled under the fire, but just managed to hold against the storm of energy surrounding it.
The Divine Retribution settled the question. The whole ship shuddered as the nova cannon fired. The shot was dead on, the blast smashing through the Harbringer's shield and opening up her uninjured port side. The Retribution's lances followed up, a blazing hole in the battle barge's hull.
The Harbringer responed by obliterating the Poniard with its bombardment cannons and Viscious by bringing its port guns to bear and blasting it into gas and drifting metal.
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"Hey, Heth how bad is it?" Severa croaked.
Hethor had sliced off her armour and was packing the wound with wadding. "Not good. But we'll have you in a sanitorium in two-three minutes tops. You should make it."
"You wouldn't be lying about that?"
"No."
"Good. Now-"
"Leave you here and go back up the boss man? Are you fuckin' crazy? He knows how crazy these priority treatment cases can get. If I'm not there to threaten someone with a gun who knows what'll happen. And if you don't make it because of me, believe me I'm capping myself before the boss gets to me."
The Sword of Glory had turned her portside to the Harbringer of Agony. Dorsal, prow, and starboard batteries opened up. Joining her was the fire of Poniard and Viscious. The Harbringer's void shields buckled under the fire, but just managed to hold against the storm of energy surrounding it.
The Divine Retribution settled the question. The whole ship shuddered as the nova cannon fired. The shot was dead on, the blast smashing through the Harbringer's shield and opening up her uninjured port side. The Retribution's lances followed up, a blazing hole in the battle barge's hull.
The Harbringer responed by obliterating the Poniard with its bombardment cannons and Viscious by bringing its port guns to bear and blasting it into gas and drifting metal.
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"Hey, Heth how bad is it?" Severa croaked.
Hethor had sliced off her armour and was packing the wound with wadding. "Not good. But we'll have you in a sanitorium in two-three minutes tops. You should make it."
"You wouldn't be lying about that?"
"No."
"Good. Now-"
"Leave you here and go back up the boss man? Are you fuckin' crazy? He knows how crazy these priority treatment cases can get. If I'm not there to threaten someone with a gun who knows what'll happen. And if you don't make it because of me, believe me I'm capping myself before the boss gets to me."
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