40K Dark Heresy: The Danse Macabre

[Feil]

Grimlock Base

Having been woken up by Camilia, Cyrine took up watch within the shack after making sure nobody's wounds had reopened during the night. She was startled when Verum spoke, but didn't recognize what he said. Maybe it would come to her later, but it probably wasn't important.

[Hotfoot]

Balimek Base

The first sign that something was well and truly wrong came when the swarm of hound-sized worms started to slime their way through the base, coming up from the "well" which had burned when shot. The sounds, a scraping noise of stone on metal, got closer in the tunnels, followed by the faint sounds of laughter.


Underhive Tunnels

The strangely dressed man spit a curse and fired into the shroud obscuring Varnius. None of the rounds hit their intended target, but in this confined space, enough shots would nearly guarantee a hit on the soft-skinned psyker.

[Imperial Overlord]

Varnius met violence with violence, in the highest traditions of his species. He fired his autopistol full auto at the heretic.

[Raj Ahten]

Fuck, I gotta get into this fucking hole. I'm going to buy it for sure.

Taking a moment to orient himself so he would be facing the right way before he jumped down, Lazarus then called over the comm to Varnius,
"I'm coming in!"

The Guardsman then jumped down into the pit. He let his knees buckle so he would fall prone facing the enemy. Regardless of how he fell, Lazarus imiediatly started laying down supressive fire with his autogun.

[Hotfoot]

Underhive Tunnels

Lazarus landed ingloriously on the ground, the shock of the three meter fall causing pain to shoot up his legs, then his chin as his knees gave way and let gravity continue its uncaring pull. The autogun slipped from his hands, a few shots escaping as a result from the jarring fall.

Varnius's shots were on their mark, or at least they would have been, had the target not been taking cover. The autopistol's burst impacted on thick iron pipes.

Meanwhile, the man's luck was not holding. His own pistol jammed, and with a curse, he worked at fixing the uncooperative device.

[Imperial Overlord]

Varnius advanced, ready to put a burst into the heretic. "Surrender!" he shouted.

[Vehrec]

Gelt didn't waste much time, first bringing up the pict recorder to snap a hasty image of the worms (whatever they were, he didn't want to know) and then moving over to Octavius, placing his hand over the man's mouth and shaking him awake. As soon as his fellow officer's eyes opened he mouthed 'quiet'.

[RIPP_n_WIPE]

Awake, Octavius slowly rose, looking for his newfound weapons. He gazed down to the base and gasped quietly "By the throne."

Taking the hunting rifle he aimed it at the worms and half breathed half spoke.

"Seghar what do we do? We'll be traped up here if we don't kill those things. What of the men in the tunnels?"

[Raj Ahten]

Cursing, Lazarus drew his own autopistol and lined it up on the cultist, ready to put the man down if he continued resistence.

[Hotfoot]

Underhive Tunnels

As Varnius drew closer, the action of the ganger's own pistol ejected the jammed shell, resulting in a fully operational weapon being pointed back at the psyker, the man's finger already sliding back into the trigger.

Balimek Base

The gigantic worms continued to slither their way out of the well, spreading throughout the base, and the sound of rock scraping on metal was coming closer, until finally several dozen writhing lengths of rock were carried upon hundreds of legs, with pincers snapping open and shut, as though starved for a meal. The laughter sounded closer than ever, but no voice seemed to carry it.

[RIPP_n_WIPE]

"Seghar" Octavius breathed to his fellow officer. "I am beginning to feel that a hasty retreat is in order. There isn't much more that we can do here and this is becoming far beyond our ability to handle. We need to contact the rest of the team if we can. If we can't we need to go as stealthily as possible."

[Raj Ahten]

Working through the pain, Lazarus squeezed off an aimed busrts from his autopistol at the ganger.

So much for taking him alive.

[Vehrec]

"We can't go back the way we came. We need to hook up with the others. Move like you've got a purpose. Scratch that, move like Horus is on your heels. Down the tunnel, and we'll try and find the others the way I saw them go last. If the tunnels don't branch too much." Gelt had finished picking up most of his discarded odds and ends and was cradling the autogun as he set motion to his words and led the way down the tunnel towards where the psyker had gone to. At a pace that could be considered more than brisk. All right, he was running.

[Hawkwings]

Grimloch Base

Camillia yawned. It was near the end of her watch shift, and she was looking forward to getting some more sleep. The techpriest and guardsman had steadily worked away at the pile of guns, and now they had finally finished. Camillia helped the two men get up, then started gathering up the weapons to take them back to the rest of the group.

She spared a quick glance at the Grimloch guard still there. She wondered if he would try to stop them from taking them all away, given Grim's earlier misgivings.

[Hotfoot]

Grimloch Base

The guard sighed and motioned to the guns taken from the Balimek base. "Grim wants those here, said we'll split the haul in the morning. Don't go borrowing more trouble than you've got mates."

[Imperial Overlord]

Varnius fired a full auto burst at the heretic.

[Hotfoot]

Underhive Tunnels

Shots from Lazarus and Varnius echo through the tunnel, and the man is riddled with bullets, spraying gore and viscera all over, including Varnius, who was at point blank range at the time. The man's left arm is mangled beyond recognition, his chest riddled with holes, and his head is now in pieces all over the walls.

The autopistol he had just unjammed fell to the ground from his limp right arm. He offered no more resistance.

[Imperial Overlord]

Varnius reloaded and picked up the fallen pistol before rifling through the heretic's possessions.

[Hotfoot]

The man's possessions were quickly soaking in blood, but they included three extra magazines for his weapon, a rather well-crafted blade, for underhive scum, and a pouch with several contents shoved inside, kept in general disarray, by the looks of things. Whatever armor he was wearing is well useless now, but could be stripped and maybe patched together with the right materials.

One of the more prominent items was a scrap of leather with a series of instructions, written in some strange form. Several references were made to landmarks by what appeared to be local terms.

[Raj Ahten]

Winching, Lazarus got to his feet and guarded Varnius as he searched the heretic for intel.

"Whenever you're ready, lets get out of this pit."

I'm going to need a medic, that damn fall fucked me up.

[Academia Nut]

Bone weary and tired, Quintos tottered to his feet but smiled, pleased at the work he had done. At last he would be able to get some rest after the long, long day he had endured.

[Imperial Overlord]

Varnius quickly and carefully bundled up the item and stored them in his robe pockets. A local would be needed to help with his pseudo map. It would be best to rejoin the rest of the group and make their next move. "I can call upon my powers to heal you," he said to Lazarus.

[Raj Ahten]

Varnius quickly and carefully bundled up the item and stored them in his robe pockets. A local would be needed to help with his pseudo map. It would be best to rejoin the rest of the group and make their next move. "I can call upon my powers to heal you," he said to Lazarus.

"I can wait, let's get to someplace safer than this fucking tunnel."

[Imperial Overlord]

"It will take a moment," said Varnius. "And there is cover for us in this tunnel."

[Raj Ahten]

"It will take a moment," said Varnius. "And there is cover for us in this tunnel."

'Fuck it, just do it."

Lazarus set up to cover the tunnel while Varnius worked. Secretly he was wary of the Pysker, he couldn't help but think the psychis energy wouldn't harm him in some way.