40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.
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Rist, Gix's new guide, showed them down the dark corridors of the underhive. They twisted and turned, wrenching around in a halfhazard manner dictated by collapses and convenience of construction. The air got danker and nastier, the light dimmer. Everything seemed less and less healthy. Coughts and open sores were common. "How much further now?" Gix asked.
"We are too closhe already," Rist replied.
"We are too closhe already," Rist replied.
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"It's for an employee of mine."Petrosjko wrote:Synnove looked over the setup. "If you're planning on going up against more marines, that'll work. But you'd probably do better with a custom-made sight setup. The fabricarium could get one for you."
Mork wandered in and hefted the Lascannon with one giant paw.
"Yeah. I think he'd like a custom sight."
"Am I correct in assuming you were in the Imperial Guard?"
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Eighty Arbites stood ready in full combat gear. Jolan Gix smiled. These men would do. "Adeptus Arbites. Your city, your charge was greviously attacked by heretics less than one month ago. They perished at our hands. Now we have found one of the nests of filth they breed in. We are going to go in and burn them out! We will bring the Emperor's Justice to the heretic!"
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Rist lead the kill team back down way he had come. Down through the twisting tunnels and eternal gloom of the underhive until the once again reached that occursed local deep beneath the earth.
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Rist lead Gix's forces foreward. A psyker as potent in foretelling as the PsyKing would probably be expecting them, but his forces would be depleted and close quarters would favour the Arbites. Or so he hoped.
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Gix turned and banished the manifestation with his force rod, although too late to stop it from claiming victims. "Advance!" he ordered.
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Gix blew the pink fire out with another blast of his force rod. To manifest such powers over a distance was costing the PsyKing. The question was would it cost him enough. If the Arbites took too many casualties . . . . .
Well, he would have to trust in Hethor.
Well, he would have to trust in Hethor.
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With a flurish Gix built a barrier out of garbage using his telekinetic powers. He stood ready for it's new trick. Come on you bastard, keep it up. Burn through your powers.
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Too bad for the Pact that they were fighting Arbites. Carapace Armour and supressor shields repelled enemy fire. Executioner rounds found their targets and slew. It was brutally one sided and brief. "Advance," said Jolan Gix.
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An Arbites storm squad is a nightmare to face in close quarters. Few can last against them and even fewer can best them. Sergeant Hethor D'eckor judged himself against a higher standard and Rist saw them coming. He had moments to react. That was enough.
"Krak" he yelled back as he opened fire with his plasma gun. He wasn't trying to kill. No, he was aiming at an easier target. The charged supression fields. He blew most of them apart as emptied the plasma gun's capacitors against the front ranks. Chunk! Chunk! Chunk! went the Arbites grenade launchers. Krak grenades shattered the remaining ranks and blew open flesh. Executioner rounds flew towards the corrupted Arbites. And the fallen Arbites fired back.
Hethor blew two down with his plasma pistol. His own Arbites shielded him and his refractor field deflected a stray round. Rist burned one down with a las beam to the neck. The grenade launchers fired again. Chunk! Chunk! Chunk! That broke them. Another volley of battle shotguns and Hethor's pistol finsihed them as a fighting force.
Jolan Gix had picked Rist to find the enemy. He had picked the Arbites because he expected close combat. And he had brought Hethor to make sure that he won.
"Krak" he yelled back as he opened fire with his plasma gun. He wasn't trying to kill. No, he was aiming at an easier target. The charged supression fields. He blew most of them apart as emptied the plasma gun's capacitors against the front ranks. Chunk! Chunk! Chunk! went the Arbites grenade launchers. Krak grenades shattered the remaining ranks and blew open flesh. Executioner rounds flew towards the corrupted Arbites. And the fallen Arbites fired back.
Hethor blew two down with his plasma pistol. His own Arbites shielded him and his refractor field deflected a stray round. Rist burned one down with a las beam to the neck. The grenade launchers fired again. Chunk! Chunk! Chunk! That broke them. Another volley of battle shotguns and Hethor's pistol finsihed them as a fighting force.
Jolan Gix had picked Rist to find the enemy. He had picked the Arbites because he expected close combat. And he had brought Hethor to make sure that he won.
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Gix set up a telekinetic shield and hurled frag grenades back the way the attacks were coming from. It seemed the PsyKing was getting tricky, which was not a good thing.
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The Frag grenades bounced off another shield the energy from the explosion was channeled into the walls and ceilings, bringing the tunnel down around them.
They were spat out on an even lower level. The tunnels were showing definate signs of Chaotic influence.
Their mysterious gunman landed near them and immediately snapped an Arbites' neck with Psi powers.
They were spat out on an even lower level. The tunnels were showing definate signs of Chaotic influence.
Their mysterious gunman landed near them and immediately snapped an Arbites' neck with Psi powers.