40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.
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"Novum, Ristani. We are in position. Order is shoot to kill for anything coming out, please bear that in mind."
"What's in there, commissar?" a veteran armsman asked, brandishing his own shotgun. Prius could sense his nervousness, but he bore it well. A steady man, good.
"An enemy of the Emperor, armsman," he answered simply.
"What's in there, commissar?" a veteran armsman asked, brandishing his own shotgun. Prius could sense his nervousness, but he bore it well. A steady man, good.
"An enemy of the Emperor, armsman," he answered simply.
"You heard the man, move! In the name of the Emperor, today we bring death to another enemy of the Imperium! Give thanks that He has given you this chance for glory!" he barked as he shepherded the troops along, trotting alongside them.
Keep them moving, too fast and too hard for them to think. Let not fear and doubt settle into their souls and give them risk of dishonor and cowardice. Guide us, oh Emperor, in the slaying of another of Your foes, that we may always know Your light and Your wisdom.
Keep them moving, too fast and too hard for them to think. Let not fear and doubt settle into their souls and give them risk of dishonor and cowardice. Guide us, oh Emperor, in the slaying of another of Your foes, that we may always know Your light and Your wisdom.
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Xerxes came down. He lashed out with a talon before he hit the ground, tearing open a troopers throat. So easy. A voice is his head spoke. That's how to do it. It's so sweet.
The next trooper got a las blast in the face, cratering his skull. He dropped another with a butt stroke to the solar plexus. He heard bones snap. Yes, this was it. This is what he needed. To kill and tear and maim. To taste the blood of the fallen on his own tongue. The puny humans moved so slowly to try and face him, like bugs on a cold day. "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
The next trooper got a las blast in the face, cratering his skull. He dropped another with a butt stroke to the solar plexus. He heard bones snap. Yes, this was it. This is what he needed. To kill and tear and maim. To taste the blood of the fallen on his own tongue. The puny humans moved so slowly to try and face him, like bugs on a cold day. "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
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Severa walked out the captain's quarters. He face was immobile but her mind was realing. That woman was too much like herself for comfort. It was disconcerting. She was tired, so tired. After she finished up here, she needed to sleep for a long time.
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Uschi walked back in. "What did she say?"
"She said that she'll kill us both if you ever try to mess with her head again," Synnove said flatly. "Past that, I get the impression that so long as we're clean, we're clear."
"We're clean," Uschi said emphatically.
"I know." Synnove said.
"Synnove..." Uschi started, but found herself at a loss for words.
"I know why you did it, captain. Permission to resume my duties?" Synnove said rigidly.
"Granted, sergeant."
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Synnove shook her head as she walked down the corridor. Severa would learn the hard way. Gix was soft, and he would either die because of it, or burn out all the good parts of himself in order to adapt.
You can't protect the man you love from himself.
"She said that she'll kill us both if you ever try to mess with her head again," Synnove said flatly. "Past that, I get the impression that so long as we're clean, we're clear."
"We're clean," Uschi said emphatically.
"I know." Synnove said.
"Synnove..." Uschi started, but found herself at a loss for words.
"I know why you did it, captain. Permission to resume my duties?" Synnove said rigidly.
"Granted, sergeant."
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Synnove shook her head as she walked down the corridor. Severa would learn the hard way. Gix was soft, and he would either die because of it, or burn out all the good parts of himself in order to adapt.
You can't protect the man you love from himself.
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Xerxes saw the melta gun being raised and picked up a strom trooper and tossed him foreward. The melta blast blew him to ash and slag. Xerxes ran back, as fast as he could before the melta could be leveled at him again. There was more killing to do.
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Prius let the line get a bit ahead of him, so that he was running next to the middle of the pack. Not cowardice, simple logic. If they were facing a creature of the warp, he would need time to properly damage it. Time that would be purchased for him with the lives of his troops.
"We are strong and devout in the Emperor!" he called out. "We fear not death, and we seek only victory!"
"We are strong and devout in the Emperor!" he called out. "We fear not death, and we seek only victory!"
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The judge hit the wall hard and bounced foreward. He rolled to his feet, lasgun still gripped in his hand. He fired a burst directly at Pater as he charged.
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The inquisitor was suprisingly fast. Xerxes halted his leap, instead hovering in mid air. A boot to the ribs sent Pater sailing as he fired the lasgun full auto in Prius's reinforcements.
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The judge leaped foreward into the wounded troopers, leaving the lasgun behind. He preferred now to kill with his bare hands, now covered in brass skin with sharp black talons at the end of every finger.
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No infantry weapons were going to do more than annoy this daemon, he knew well.
"Pater, your psycannon!" he called out as he rose to his feet, snapping his energy blade to life.
If need be, he would distract it long enough for Pater to get a good shot. He trusted that Pater would not be sentimental about taking a shot that might hit him.
"Pater, your psycannon!" he called out as he rose to his feet, snapping his energy blade to life.
If need be, he would distract it long enough for Pater to get a good shot. He trusted that Pater would not be sentimental about taking a shot that might hit him.
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Xerxes armour and new skin made a mockery of the troopers efforts to kill him. He disarmed them by riping off limbs in geysers of blood and opening throats to bleed out on the deck. He howled to the ceiling. "Blood and souls for my master."
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