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The Golden Dawn warrior met Nathan's sword with his own, sparks flying as the fields interacted. The heretic was a suprisingly skilled and agile swordsman, and were this simply a contest of their talent with blades, Nathan would have been hard-pressed to match him.
But Nathan Talstrem was no normal man...
But Nathan Talstrem was no normal man...
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In seconds, Ristani and has men had butchered every member of the Pox Brotherhood on the roof. They were one step closer to reaching Nathan.
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"Medicae?" the corporal asked the ragged looking man coated in blood.
"Chuck him," the surgeon said. "Triage. He's far too badly gone."
"Medicae, he's an inquisitor. My orders-"
The surgeon swore. "I can guess. Now I have to waste my time on a deader." The surgeon did a quick check, made a few notes on a chart, and attached an IV. "Get him to the courthouse. They might be able to do something for him there."
"The trip-"
"He might not last. Nothing more I can do about that. You better start moving if you want him to have any kind of chance. Next!"
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Jolan Gix crossed back to Hethor. With brisk, practiced moves he cut off the veteran's armour. "Emperor's Teeth Heth. You're going to have some new scars for your collection." The inquisitor went to work with antibact spray and pressure bandages. Emergency field treatment had been one of the courses in Schola and he had practiced it on more than one occassion. "That lung is going to give us some problems."
Tendao had damaged some of the armour's power cables with his blow, but Jolan still had enough strength to pick up the big man and carry him towards a balconey. He put Hethor down gently. "Don't die on me now Heth. Just live a little longer and we're out of here."
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"Medicae?" the corporal asked the ragged looking man coated in blood.
"Chuck him," the surgeon said. "Triage. He's far too badly gone."
"Medicae, he's an inquisitor. My orders-"
The surgeon swore. "I can guess. Now I have to waste my time on a deader." The surgeon did a quick check, made a few notes on a chart, and attached an IV. "Get him to the courthouse. They might be able to do something for him there."
"The trip-"
"He might not last. Nothing more I can do about that. You better start moving if you want him to have any kind of chance. Next!"
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Jolan Gix crossed back to Hethor. With brisk, practiced moves he cut off the veteran's armour. "Emperor's Teeth Heth. You're going to have some new scars for your collection." The inquisitor went to work with antibact spray and pressure bandages. Emergency field treatment had been one of the courses in Schola and he had practiced it on more than one occassion. "That lung is going to give us some problems."
Tendao had damaged some of the armour's power cables with his blow, but Jolan still had enough strength to pick up the big man and carry him towards a balconey. He put Hethor down gently. "Don't die on me now Heth. Just live a little longer and we're out of here."
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Prius reached out, mentally assensing the obstacles between them and Nathan, as he started for the roof entryway. Blood sizzled away from the active field of his power maul.
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Jolan could hear shots snapping out as the desperate war broke out throughout the palace. None seemed to be coming close at the moment, but it was clear that the whole facility was turning into a war zone.
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Jolan could hear shots snapping out as the desperate war broke out throughout the palace. None seemed to be coming close at the moment, but it was clear that the whole facility was turning into a war zone.
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The enemy wasn't focused on him, that Prius could tell. But Nathan was still a building away, meaning Ristani's force would have to get to the next building and root him out while dealing with all the enemies in their path.
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The small creature rubbed it's self against the Prius's leg. The warp flowed through it, it was indeed it was a servant of the warp it's self not those enities who called them selves "Chaos" or that fragment on terra called the "Starchild", it's sister had asked her to watch for this one, he wondered did the human know he already had a familiar?, if so why didn't he bring her?
still the game was in play, and the job of the cat was to watch the game play out assissting those beings that they "Liked" time was immaterial of course, and reguardless of who really "won" nothing changed it
still the game was in play, and the job of the cat was to watch the game play out assissting those beings that they "Liked" time was immaterial of course, and reguardless of who really "won" nothing changed it
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Prius stopped himself a few inches short of braining the cat.
What was it with the infernal creatures and their obsession with him, anyway? Perhaps he shouldn't have started feeding the other one.
He had no further time to think, as his danger sense flared and the cat looked up and hissed simultaneously. He threw himself aside as fire bloomed through the space he had just occupied, immolating the man behind him. Hitting the floor in a roll, he lunged forward, stabbing out with the power maul, slamming the nozzle of the flamer downward. He followed up with a strike from the chainsword that decapitated the first assailant, and prepared to meet the rest as they rushed forward.
What was it with the infernal creatures and their obsession with him, anyway? Perhaps he shouldn't have started feeding the other one.
He had no further time to think, as his danger sense flared and the cat looked up and hissed simultaneously. He threw himself aside as fire bloomed through the space he had just occupied, immolating the man behind him. Hitting the floor in a roll, he lunged forward, stabbing out with the power maul, slamming the nozzle of the flamer downward. He followed up with a strike from the chainsword that decapitated the first assailant, and prepared to meet the rest as they rushed forward.
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A squad of the Golden Dawn stormed up from the roof access door. The lead man was armed with a dragon mouthed flamers. The others had their long barrelled lases tipped with deadly combat blades. Their breastplates and mirror masks gleamed with relfected flames.
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The PDF troopers hit the flamer trooper with about twenty las bolts as they opened fire. He went down as did the man beside him. Prius charged forward and slapped the deadly las barrel to the side hit the soldier full force, his artificial shoulder crashing into the soldier's breastplate. Even his augmented strength wasn't enough to bole over the mass of soldier's behind them, but Ristani's strength was more than merely physical. It existed in the warp as well. The tumbled back into the stairwell. Prius dropped the grenade on them.
Two writhed screaming in the aftermath of the explosion. Several others were splattered with blood. Some of it might have been their own. One raised his las and shot Ristani in the chest, but his carapace armour stopped the bolt.
Two writhed screaming in the aftermath of the explosion. Several others were splattered with blood. Some of it might have been their own. One raised his las and shot Ristani in the chest, but his carapace armour stopped the bolt.
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He could feel the heat on his chest as he stepped back. Out of the line of fire, he very pointedly did not look down at his charred chest-plate, instead walking over calmly to pick up his power maul.
"There's one still alive down there. Shoot him," he said evenly.
Close, very close. Once again, the hand of the Emperor shielded him.
"There's one still alive down there. Shoot him," he said evenly.
Close, very close. Once again, the hand of the Emperor shielded him.
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The trooper disobeyed Ristani's order by dropping two more grenades down there instead. The detonated with a loud *crump*. He then poked his las through the door and lased everything. "Clear," he said back.
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Prius could here the sounds of boots going past the door on the floor below. But they did not pause or enter. Probably heading to reinforce fighting occuring somewhere else in the building. It was three more stories past this one to the ground floor.
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On street level squads of the Golden Dawn were darting across the street from the target building to this one. They were going one trooper at a time and one trooper every three seconds or so. Bullets and las bolts occassionaly cracked around them.
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Well, he'd found a use for his young interpeter of orders. He nodded to him and another trooper.
"Suppress any attempted entries into this building and take other targets of opportunity that come your way. When we move to cross over to that building, cover us."
With that, he resumed trekking down the stairwell to take them down to the next floor.
"Suppress any attempted entries into this building and take other targets of opportunity that come your way. When we move to cross over to that building, cover us."
With that, he resumed trekking down the stairwell to take them down to the next floor.
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The armored retreival craft came streaking in, covered by heavy fighter escort. The skies were alight with fire as heretical craft engaged Imperial fighters and bombers streaking through to support the counter-rebellion. Fortunately for all concerned, while the palace's anti-air defenses were still quite active, they had been seized at various locations for use as ground-attack weapons in support of the various contenders for the dead Tendao's throne. Others were completely unoccupied, as their crews had fled the chaos engulfing the palace.
"His transponder's showing there, on the other side of the large structure. Can we blast through?"
"Unless he wants to walk out the long way, it's the best way to do it."
The weapons operator began carefully targeting the section of the roof furthest away from the inquisitor as the pilot dialed in to Gix's frequency.
"Inquisitor Gix, get under cover. We're blasting an entrance."
"His transponder's showing there, on the other side of the large structure. Can we blast through?"
"Unless he wants to walk out the long way, it's the best way to do it."
The weapons operator began carefully targeting the section of the roof furthest away from the inquisitor as the pilot dialed in to Gix's frequency.
"Inquisitor Gix, get under cover. We're blasting an entrance."
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far away from the bitter struggle near the palace
As death hovered around, the shattered husks that had been men and women continued to proform their actions like servator cyborgs, all that was once human within them, burned out. From a tall window, one of the commisar's volunteers, a child too small to hold a las gun without bracing it, squeezed off another shot at the traitorus PDF. He had forgotten why, he had forgotten everything except his need to kill the enemy and to hate.
As death hovered around, the shattered husks that had been men and women continued to proform their actions like servator cyborgs, all that was once human within them, burned out. From a tall window, one of the commisar's volunteers, a child too small to hold a las gun without bracing it, squeezed off another shot at the traitorus PDF. He had forgotten why, he had forgotten everything except his need to kill the enemy and to hate.
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The balconey must have been too small for a landing site. Well, Jolan wasn't going to tell the navy boys how to fly their birds or how to land them. He carried Hethor across the room and placed him under a sturdy table. He then covered his friend with his armoured body. "Proceed," he ordered.
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Ristani and his troops reached the bottom floor despite a near accident. The grizzled troops with him remained steady. Nearby they could here the sound of the Golden Dawn troops enter the building and trott towards the far end. So far, so good.
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Ristani and his troops reached the bottom floor despite a near accident. The grizzled troops with him remained steady. Nearby they could here the sound of the Golden Dawn troops enter the building and trott towards the far end. So far, so good.
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He gestured for the troops to fan out and prepare to rush the foe, quietly sliding into position. Shock and speed would carry this moment.
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The balcony wouldn't serve for the full assault lander that had come down to retrieve the inquisitor. Lascannons lashed out, opening a hole in the ceiling for the lander to descend through. The ramp opened as it plummeted down, impacting the ground with a hard thump. Almost immediately, a platoon of stormtroopers leapt free, fanning out in a defensive formation. A full squad moved toward Gix, escorting a pair of medics with a suspensor-assisted stretcher.
"Inquisitor Gix?" the stormtrooper barked as they approached, his men covering every angle. Behind them, the ship pivoted under directions from the platoon leader, shifting its weapons to cover the entranceway through which weaponsfire could be heard. The lascannons pulsed a couple more times, and the audible level of fire dropped off considerably. "We're here to take you home, sir."
He jerked his head at the medics, who moved to take Hethor away from the inquisitor.
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The balcony wouldn't serve for the full assault lander that had come down to retrieve the inquisitor. Lascannons lashed out, opening a hole in the ceiling for the lander to descend through. The ramp opened as it plummeted down, impacting the ground with a hard thump. Almost immediately, a platoon of stormtroopers leapt free, fanning out in a defensive formation. A full squad moved toward Gix, escorting a pair of medics with a suspensor-assisted stretcher.
"Inquisitor Gix?" the stormtrooper barked as they approached, his men covering every angle. Behind them, the ship pivoted under directions from the platoon leader, shifting its weapons to cover the entranceway through which weaponsfire could be heard. The lascannons pulsed a couple more times, and the audible level of fire dropped off considerably. "We're here to take you home, sir."
He jerked his head at the medics, who moved to take Hethor away from the inquisitor.
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Gix nodded wearily. "See to hit he gets the best possible care. No effort or expense spared." He nodded to the trooper. "Let's go. No one else made it."
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The viscious blitz from the supposedly secured area took the Golden Dawn by surprise. Hellguns fired at point blank range, burning through the Golden Dawn's armour. Prius slew with shock maul and chainsword. A skull exploded from one hit and a geiser of gore came from another. In moments the slaves of darkness were dead. But more would be coming.
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The viscious blitz from the supposedly secured area took the Golden Dawn by surprise. Hellguns fired at point blank range, burning through the Golden Dawn's armour. Prius slew with shock maul and chainsword. A skull exploded from one hit and a geiser of gore came from another. In moments the slaves of darkness were dead. But more would be coming.
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As they carted Hethor away and all proceeded back toward the lander the stormtrooper inquired solicitiously. "Are you injured, inquisitor? Do you need a medicae?"
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"Quickly, cover the entrance and overwatch the street!" Prius barked out.
How many heretics had he killed today, with his weapons and his own hands? Impossible to know. Fifty or more, possibly. He was thankful for his augmetic arms, but his shoulders ached where the metal was fused with the flesh and bone, and his remaining original muscle was weary, screaming in protest.
Nevertheless, so close to Nathan now. He prepared himself mentally for the gauntlet that was to come when they crossed over to the next building.
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"Quickly, cover the entrance and overwatch the street!" Prius barked out.
How many heretics had he killed today, with his weapons and his own hands? Impossible to know. Fifty or more, possibly. He was thankful for his augmetic arms, but his shoulders ached where the metal was fused with the flesh and bone, and his remaining original muscle was weary, screaming in protest.
Nevertheless, so close to Nathan now. He prepared himself mentally for the gauntlet that was to come when they crossed over to the next building.
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"Nothing that can be done in this armour. Have one standing by on ship. Let's get moving." Jolan Gix ducked his armoured form into the lander's hold. "This place has killed enough good men."
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Ristani's men gunned down three soldiers as they prepared to cross. Grenades were tossed into the door of the the other building while las bolts provided cover. They went off with a lound thump. A trooper opened up with the captured flamer from upstairs, hosing the entrance.
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Ristani's men gunned down three soldiers as they prepared to cross. Grenades were tossed into the door of the the other building while las bolts provided cover. They went off with a lound thump. A trooper opened up with the captured flamer from upstairs, hosing the entrance.
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