Metal Legion

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  1. Metal Legion

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    Clang!

    Deio breathed in the recycled air, his twin hearts racing in unison. In front of him were arrayed the various visionaries that Deio had recruited into his personal warband.

    Damus shivered in excitement, clutching his chainsword. His brutal features were cast in a hellish glare by the red warning lights. A former Space Wolf, the Emperor had finally been shown to him as the corpse he was, and Damus had gladly taken up the mantle of Chaos. Brutal trophies covered his greay armor, relics of many great battles.

    Omnibus stood silent, no doubt reflecting on the battle to come. He had once been part of the Night Lords legion, but had seen Deio's warband as an opportunity to kill at his leisure. Omnibus was an excellent scout, death from the shadows. Creeping silently around the battlefied, sowing discord and terror before executing the enemy with lethal precision.

    Razarius's hood was drawn over his head, but the gleam of his augmetic eye illuminated his sadistic smile. A Dark Mechanicus elite, Razarius was a pariah of man, machine, and daemon. Or perhaps machine and daemon, as there was no visible indicators marking him as a man. His bare skin showed through beneath his red cloak, the eight-star of Chaos on his right pectoral. Clutched in his hand was the fearsome Bassaxe Cleaveland, mounted on his back was a servo-harness clutched a plethora of deadly weapons. By his feet gibbered the daemonhost Quaritch.

    Beside them was the mysterious Alpharius. He was honoured to look similar to teh great Alpharius, Primarch of the Alpha Legion. His eyes were closed, perhaps offering a benediction to the Gods of the Warp. He held his chainaxe across his chest, and the bolt pistol rested in it's holster. He rarely came alive outside of combat, but when he did, he was a maelstrom of death, sowing disaster and murder in the name of Chaos.

    Kalas stood immobile, clad in his scratched black-armor. He claimed to be of the Fallen from the Dark Angels chapter, yet he seemed to enjoy killing more than worship of any God. Deio know little about Kalas, having found him alone on an damaged Imperial ship in the middle of the Eye of Terror. At the offer to join, he had agreed, and ever since he had shed blood in Deio's name.

    To Deio's right was the Chaos Sorcerer Serbion. Clad in the ornate armor of Thousand Suns, he held the Black Icon, a symbol of Serbion's devotion. On his belt hung his power sword, Simae. An aura of power surrounded him, as he was one of the psykers of the Thousand Suns, a Legion devoted to Tzeentch, god of Change. Serbion, for a Change, had approached Deio. Serbion had led a force of twenty Thousand Sons at the behest of his Commander, to hunt down the traitors and make them suffer for the disruption Deio had sown. Serbion had invoked ancient magicks to bring him and a squad of his followers to the bridge. He had fought with Deio, and had been about to strike him down when Ozzure had emerged and blocked the fatal spell. Falling to his knees before the mighty daemon, he had mentally executed his men and pledged eternal service to Ozzure.

    Deio nodded to the two serfs holding the powercutters to slice through the thick hull of the Imperial ship and let loose the servants of Chaos. They scampered over to the hull, and a dull whine filled the air as the lasers went to work. He faced his warband, clearing his throat.

    Deio lifted his chainsword, letting out a bloodthirsty roar that was amplified by his Hellvox. The serf's dropped to the floor, their unprotected ears rushing blood. He kicked them away, stepping through the hole they had carved. He grabbed the laser-cutter one handed and cut away the rest of the hatch. A angry red outlined the passage. He lifted his boot and kicked it inward. The thick hatch fell to the floor with a heavy Thunk!

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    IEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

    Deio's howl brought the Guardsmen firing upon him to their knees, clutching at their bleeding ears from the intense noise. Scattered volleys of las-fire were deflected by his power armor. He raised his bolt pistol and fired, the chest of a nearby man exploding as the bullet punctured the puny flak armor. The lasered hatch opened onto a crowded corridor, white tile floor already running with blood. Around him flowed his roaring warband, weapons raised, cutting down the enemy. Deio raised his arm, bolt pistol spitting death. Guardsmen broke left and right, fleeing for their lives. Serbion struck them down with savage bolts of power.

    "Slaughter." He said, boredom in his voice. Deio laughed, and lept into the fray. He thumbed the activation rune on his guillotar, the serrated teeth coughing to life. He cleaved through a screaming Guardsmen in a single fell blow, and kicked another to the floor, smiling at the crunch of bones. It was indeed a butchery, little finesse or glory about it. The Guardsmen were already routing, but the warband fell upon them, weeks couped in a ship with no combat or sport. They needed slaves, as this ship was full of potentials.

    "It is time to kill again, brothers. The corpse god's boot licks are crawling all over this ship. Slick the floor with their blood! Slake your thirsts! Kill in the name of Chaos!"



    (Kill Count: 3
    Points: 3)
     
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    Razarius was the first to follow after Deio, at his heels the twisted form of his Daemonhost Quadritch, It was strange to look upon, even by the standards of a daemonhost, being that it was a host to not one but 4 lesser daemons, it spat fire and struck with quick, but brutal talons, sending guardsmen who did not die Immedeately to the ground howling with pain as decay ran rampart over their shattered bodies.

    It was kind compared to it's master.


    he Fired the Lascannon mounted on one arm of his servo-harness and screamed agnoy from the blastmaster mounted on another. His cloak billowed as he marched onto the ship. He strummed the activation rune on the Daemon Bassaxe in his hand and Began to Shred, his ruinous melodies rending the flesh of the nearby guardsmen, ending their pitiful existence.

    Every Guardsman in the room lay dead or dying as he and Quadritch began the messy work of Decapitating the corpses offering their blood and skulls to the throne of the blood god.

    "Tis good to be slaughtering again, let the corpse throne's servants flee before us!"

    (Quadritch 5 kills 5 points, Razarius 20 kills 20 points)
     
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    "It pleases me that you do not expect forgiveness," Mipha began to say, replying when Link would finish speaking. "You need not be forgiven for anything. My dear friend, you never did anything wrong."

    The princess turned to view the lake when Link would, deciding to move a bit further and levitate over the calm waters. She even went so far as to dip her feet in, wishing somehow her celestial body could feel the cool liquid as she did when she lived. Although she couldn't feel, she closed her eyes and simply recalled the times when she could.

    "Back then, you had a great burden on your shoulders. Princess Zelda had one as well. The two of you related well to one another, so it was no surprise that the two of you grew so close. I was... happy for the two of you."

    And yet, I was sad all the same. I wished for more time with you, but I would not intervene when you were with the princess. I was bound by my duty to Princess Zelda to support her and the knight signed to protect her.

    Mipha giggled softly when Link would apologize for rambling. "Oh, fret not, Link, it brings me joy to hear you speak so much. This time with you is no less important than it is for me to return home, but I don't mind continuing to walk as we speak."

    The longer this takes, the more time I'll be able to bide before passing on...
     
  4. While his new found brothers had their fun ripping the first line of defenders apart Kalas kept on the move. When the hatch was opened he fired a few rounds into the guardsmen, blindly suppressing while his compatroits moved in for the assault. He was sure that he hit one though it was difficult to tell amongst the chaos.

    Once they were occupied he started to move forward, jogging past the fray towards the routing troops. He caught up to one as they were closing the blast doors, jumping at him with his powerfist leading the way. The trooper was knocked to the ground by the blow with several bones audibly breaking. Kalas looked down at him before back up at those still running and taking aim at one, firing a single round at him. It hit home in his lower torso, ripping the man in two as it exploded.

    "Your false hopes in the Emperor saving you after perishing have brought you here along with your inability to fight an Astartes. I shall leave your fate up to those maniacs I have come with." He told the man, looking down at him before kicking the guardsman's lasgun away and moving on down the corridor, crushing the man's forearm beneath his foot as he goes.

    (Kill Count: 2 guardsmen)
     
  5. "More speed." Damus barreled down the corridor towards the hanger shrieking jump pack aiding if his reckless charge. Four guardsmen fled before in terror, worthless cowards, not not to even serve as slaves. A bolster round from the raptor's pistol found its mark and one of the pathetic worms fell, its leg flying to pieces and as he law bleeding Damus shot past after the others there was the roar of a chainsword and a spray of blood.

    The other three had reached a dead end, the hangar doors were shut and dead come for them, its laugh reaching them before its armored shoulder did. He hit them at full speed and they seemed to liquefy from the impact as the door dented and the end of the passage was showered with blood and gore no piece of his victims recognizable, or was there? As the predator stood back, power armor and most of his face glistening red with blood a whimper could be heard as the guard who was been quick enough to cower was showered with his companions.

    Damus holstered his bolt pistol and curled his hand around the man's torso and lifting his victim pinned him against the wall.

    "Swear yourself over the chaos." he demanded "Embrace the true gods and forsake the corpse that cannot help you." there was the crack of a rib and the guard screamed Damus imitated the expression of pain on his face feeling the delightful agony as if it were his own.
     
  6. (now i play with Razarius in melee)

    He marched up the hallway heading to the bridge, these imperial ships were all the same, machine spirits telling anyone who asked anything they wanted to know. well....maybe not willingly at first anyway, but after heading off down the hallway, Quadritch jumped into the ventilation ducts, it's nimble body easily navigating the tight space before coming over one of the crew's mess halls. It began to exude a plague gas from the foul pores on it's back. causing the crew to choke and gag while they desperately tried to breathe. It was in a strange act of mercy, or the blood lust of the Khornate daemon trapped within that it broke into the mess hall and began killing everything, ripping through flesh and bone with equal ease.

    (Quadritch Room 15, total 20)
    (Razarius, still 25)
     
  7. Deio cursed as Damus rocketed down the corridor.

    You would do well, Commander Deio, to keep your men under your command
    "I apologize, Lord Ozzure. The men have be-"
    Accept responsibility Commander.
    "...O-of course, Lord Daemon. It shall not happen again." Ozzure didn't reply. Fuming internally, he voxed to the men, his clear voice cutting through the din of battle

    +Razarius, go fetch Damus, would you? He'll be spending some time with me for running off like that. Besides, he's heading in the general direction of the Hangar. While you're there, do make sure they don't escape.+

    +Serbion and myself will head to the bridge. Kalas, follow us until we reach the bridge. Keep the reinforcements away while I deal with the Captain and his retinue. Alpharius, direct the readying of the slave cages. Omnibus, make sure no Guardsmen wander onto the ship.+ Deio stepped on the spine of a wounded Guardsmen for emphasis. Serbion rammed his staff into the floor of the ship, silencing the wounded. Deio grinned ferally.

    +What do you say we put this ship to good use? I imagine they wont see a forty megatonne ship crashing down upon them through all those thick polluted clouds. Come Serbion, time to avenge our Chaos brethren.+





    Deio: 1 Kill, 1 Point
    Serbion: 3 Kills, 1 point.

    Total:

    Deio: 4 Kills, 4 Points
    Serbion: 3 Kills, 1 Point.

    Deio and Serbion are behind, but their points will go up when they slay the more skilled captain and his retinue. Ozzure will get the 1.3 Million kills from crashing the Light of Orar into the capital. Since he's already a daemon, it won't count against us.
     
  8. He left the guardsman alive though unable to move, a salve to be picked up later spirit and faith in the corpse god already broken. Now the was a door. Damus unslung a melta bomb and placed it on the lock, the machine spirit inside immediately grabbed the metal door and Damus fled down the coridor taking cover as the lock disintegrated. Before the smoke even cleared Damus soared into the massive hanger on wings of fire. Two men in the squad closest to the door broke and started to flee while the rest opened fire their contemptible weapons and even worse aim brought a howl of laughter from the Damus as he landed among them chainsword ripping open the chest of the closest loyalist.

    "If you will not fight for the emperor you will die."

    The voice bore the hallmarks of authority as a tall man turned his laspistol on the two fleeing guardsmen. Then as Damus turned the commissar pointed a sword at Damus, lightning playing down its length.

    "For Emperor and Imperium attack the traitor."

    With mixed yells they charged from all sides and with a savage grin Damus met them the first guardsman to reach him paid for his folly with his head a clean strike with a roaring chainsword cut through the arm of the next and into the side of the next where it stuck. A strike from a bayonet glanced off of Damus' side and letting of his weapon the stuck out of the man iron fist striking home as the man went sprawling then let his end from his own bayonet.

    Something hit Damus' pardon, and the predator turned to meet the eyes of the attacking commissar. in the split second their eyes met, steely determination backed by zealous faith arrayed ageist a savage pursuit of pleasure in all its twisted forms. Then boot hit stomach and the commissar was knocked back, winded but undaunted.

    Damus row his bolt pistol and retrieved his chaisword just before the renewed assault, the powerful swing of the crackling powersword blocked just in time by the snarling teeth of Damus' own sword the teeth's movement knocking the blow aside as the imperial raised his laspistol aimed dead into the fallen marine's eyes. Damus was faster with centuries more experience and a bust from his jump pack sent him upwards and the commissar barely rolled away in time to avoid the crushing blow of several tons of marine and equipment. Demus saw the opportunity to end this. On all fours the commissar quickly got to his feet before the ifs holding the chainsword slammed into his sending him back down on his back powersword sliding out of reach. The commissar flew several feet as ribs broke from a kick to the side. The last thing he saw was the inside of a boltpistol poised in front of a savage grin.

    There was no time to savor the victory as Damus was knocked to the ground by a powerful blast.


    Hit him again."

    Damus scrambled to cover behind a valchary as the karsigans fired their grenade launchers again as those armed with las weapons rushed to cover closer and opened fire. Pain flowed though Damus' head wonderful, euphoric pain but he could not die here and holstering his pistol he drew a melta grenade. He had once shot at this.


    "We have him surrounded keep those grenades raining down on him."

    His jump pack shrieked to life and the marine soared upwards the guardsmen too surprised to react fast enough as he sighted the perfect target.


    "OPEN FIRE I WANT HIS HEAD CUT FROM HIS BODY!"

    He slew low and released the grenade and without stopping flew onwards as the grenade detonated the surrounding fuel and munitions and a dozen men disappeared in a fireball the officer silhouetted for a second before he to was engulfed. Landed craft ignited and exploded causing a chain reaction that spread like wildfire throughout e ground craft, vehicles fuel and munitions the shockwave throwing the marine forward bouncing his off of the floor and sending his sliding a halt as the fired burned and men screamed in agony, chaos regained, figuratively and literally as Damus was saved by his astartes implants as the oxygen was sucked from the room by the inferno. By the time it extinguished itself no one was left alive in the hanger other than the lone predator who stood in bloodied and blackened armor.


    Kills: 104 (hanger crew and guardsmen died from suffocation along with those directly killed)
     
  9. Greetings and salutations, Dudes and Dudettes.
     


  10. Serbion inspected his auspex once more.

    "All is preceding as planned, Lord Deio." Deio nodded.
    "To the bridge." Serbion led the way, checking his auspex every turn to determine the way. Their treads clanged against the steel floor of the ship. The din of battle reached them, even here. Around them scampered fearful crewmen, staring in horrified fascination at them. One of them howled and drew a laspistol, attempting to put a bullet in Deio's head. Serbion flicked his hand out without looking up from his auspex, and the man dropped to the deck, convulsing.

    Foul sigils wrote themselves in blood across the mans skin, as he squirmed on the deck, gurgling sounds coming from his bloody throat. Serbion finally looked up, putting out a gauntleted hand, firing a blast of ruinous warp energy that connected with the crewman's forehead, blasting away the last vestiges of his mind, his will. The body crumpled, smoking to the deck. The Sorcerer let out a deep, rumbling laugh, before waving at the body again. The bloody sigils came alive with eldritch energy, and the body staggered to it's feet. Deio looked on, impressed.

    A spectacular pulse of energy coursed through the body, it's eyes and brains erupting from every orifice on it's head. It hung it's head for a second, before coming alive, howling through it's ripped throat, and pouncing on its former shipmate. The stunned men cowering around them let out wails of despair, and fled. The creature ripped the crewman's throat out, screeching with glee. Serbion patted it once on the head and sent it bounding down the corridor. Further screams ensued.

    Deio turned to the Sorcerer, laughing.

    "Spectacular."

    (Kills: 3
    Points: 3

    Epic Modifier: +2

    Total: 5 points.

    Total Total: 4 Deio, 6 Serbion
     
  11. Razarius voxed Lord Deio

    "I have the engine room Warmaster, Damus Is holding the hanger secure. What are you're orders?"

    He stood amongst the crew, now converted to Chaos for love of his metal.

    The crowd was out of control, Cleaveland was on auto appeasing the crowd, his music subliminally manipulating them to the glory of chaos undivided. the crowd turned in on itself, selecting two of its members to be offered up to the blood god. Razarius obliged them and taking cleaveland in both hands severed their skulls with one clean sweep, Quadritch went about exsanguinating them. It's wicked talons tearing through their flesh into ribbons, It then flayed them and donned their skin like a cloak as if to emulate it's master.

    (Razarius kills 27 in total quadritch 20)
     
  12. The hangar was quiet now. Charred bodies and burnt out wrecks lay silent testimonials to the violence that had taken place there. From the dark passageway the guardsmen rushed and half of them stopped dead. A wave of smell hit them, burnt flesh, molten metal, cracked energy cells and fuel vapors mixed into a pungent brew that hung in the oxygen deprived room that the ancient systems had yet to cleanse.

    The sergeant was the only one who kept his Vigil.

    "Stay alert."
    he said pushing the closest man ahead of him to get the squad moving again. "They're still around here somewhere."

    "Sir.. what could do this? What monsters are we facing?

    "We face the emperor's enemies...."


    THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

    "Footsteps get behind cover... Guileman a want the plasma gun protecting out flank." the men dispersed to cover as the footsteps grew louder.

    THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

    A large shape appeared in the smoke-filled air, roughly humanoid and it raised its arm pointing at the squad as they watched in horrid fascination.

    The bolter round exploded against a fragment of metal three of the men were crouched behind and with a scream one of them took the full force of the shrapnel and fell backwards blood poring from his face.


    "LET HIM HAVE IT MEN, BRING HIM DOWN."

    With the bust of lasfire the sound of more running boots echoed in the coridor as more guardsmen approached. A flash filled the room as a bolt of plasma arced towards Damus.

    The figure was gone. There was only the sound of men coughing in the foul air... Weapons ready they moved towards where they had seen the traitor marine their eyes watering, behind them they heard order as more comrades entered the vast inside space. Clear vision was impossible with the smoke in the air and water streaming from the eyes of every guardsman they were visually blind barely able to see the back of the man in front of them.

    Suddenly there were screams close by accompanied by the roar of a chainsword. Then silence. Moral was low even s one by one they slumped over.... the lack of air and burning fumes overcoming them.
     
  13. Kalas proceeded down the spanning corriders of the ship in the direction of the bridge. He was moving in much more orderly manner than the other boarders, advancing at a slower but much more alert rate.

    As he moved he passed through many fighting positions, set up to defend against boarders but oddly abandoned. Breaking through yet another access way he saw he was almost there. He also found the guardsmen that he had been missing between him and bridge.

    Diving for cover back the way he came he avoided the majority of a lasgun hail. The few laser bolts that hit him were absorbed by his armor. Kalas peaked his head back out to get a guess on the number of soldiers out there, figuring it to be about a squad he forumlated a plan quickly.

    His assualt started with a pair of frag grenades. The guardsmen rushing for cover even as they went off. As soon as he heard the detonation of both he rushed around the corner and back into the corrider, firing precise bolter shots at those still trying to fight.

    Running towards the bridge access the last guardsman lept out, the sergeant swinging a chainsword at the fallen marine. He brought his powerfist up to counter, grasping the blade and crushing it into pieces even while it's teeth dug into the armored gauntlet. Kalas struck neck, kicking the man's leg out from under him before bringing the powerfist down accross the man's shoulders like a sledge hammer. As the man sank to the ground he made a last ditch effort to shoot the marine. Kalas struck again, dropping his fist on the man's gun hand with a crushing blow.

    He made a final look down at the crippled sergeant shaking his head before moving on to the bridge, taking up a defensive position in the access way.
     
  14. Like how there's a real relationship between Echo and Zephyr. Does add a bit of drama for something I wanted to do in the resolution. Somewhere in Vol 3 Lorentz's - and by extension Noyes' - true colors are made clear. Might have Lorentz kill Ocelot and Zephyr sacrifice himself, perhaps in the final battle in Veiko Magi. After the Seal is secured, Emily gets redeemed and Lorentz is killed, we can then have Panacea get his new body his appropriate age and maybe have Susan, Amara and Chiaki use the bell to try and bring back their lost friends.

    But they're at peace on the other side so they try to make a deal to at least be able to say goodbye. Susan goes to an extreme by trying to bargain her soul to the Flint. Being bound to contracts, he can't agree to such an unfair deal but decides on another: that the three of them can summon the spirits of Ocelot and Zephyr (Ocelot through having him possess animals and Zephyr through the wind) whenever they want, but that the action wears away at their lives. For however long they talk to their friends, that's how much of their life expectancy they're giving up, so that with each use of them they get closer to death.

    Thoughts?

    by the way - still working on the trap ideas.
     
  15. "Be back with you a moment, it seems my welcoming party has finally arrived,"

    His welcoming party was a company sized element of guardsman entered the engine room firing. They were the Kasirgan shock troops. The finest of the Imperial Guard, their weapons and armor were the best the imperial guard could provide them, and their skill was second only to the illustrious Space marines.

    Their las fire tore the room apart, butchering Razarius newly converted cultists and forcing him and Quadritch to cover at opposite sides of the room. the daemonhost looked to it's master, who nodded in response, It knew what to do and it would slaughter them all.

    Razarius crouched behind cover more than 50 meters from the guardsman, he was out of range for all but his two cannons, powerful though they were they couldn't save him, there were simply too many soldiers, and he had to distract them before quadritch could move anyway. He then decided he'd commune with the machine spirit and force it to defend him.

    The cable extend from the side of his head, and it was dripping with protective fluids. It allowed him to speak directly to the machine spirit of almost any device, for his dark purposes. He tormented the machine spirit to half insanity, when it saw any living thing as hostile,

    That's when it started to get interesting.

    The ships internal defenses came to life, gun servitors dropping from the ceiling, and fired on the nearest living thing. The majority of the remaining purely human life signs were the kasirgans. as neither Razarius nor Quadritch counted anymore.

    "Everyone, things are about to get a lot more interesting, if there's any gun servitors left destroy them immediately"

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    "Give up and die!" Deio roared, swinging the Guillotar in a side sweep, all of his might behind the blow. The captain raised the force sword with one hand and swatted away the strike. He was stronger than even Deio, augmetics and brute strength. He was fast as well, a lethal combination. Deio realized that he could not win in a fair fight. That was fine. Deio did not do fair anyway. He ducked the next swipe of the power sword and sprinted past the towering captain.

    "Fleeing already, bootlick of Chaos?" Deio simply laughed. He sprung up the first three steps of the stair in one leap and took them two at a time. All around him lay bodies of the men, ripped into pieces by the hooktors. He depressed a the dispenser on his belt and a small egg dropped into his hand. Deio tapped the button once and chucked it. It latched directly onto the captains decorative gold breastplate. He stared down in surprise at it, before it exploded. A massive blast sent the smoking form of the captain hurtling into the grass field. Deio grinned ferally and drew the Guillotar again. He turned to face the rapidly dwindling veterans of the Captain's retinue.

    He began to play.

    Slowly at first, small licks up and down the fretboard. As they picked up speed, the wave of sonic emitting from the neck hit the melee. The vibrations forced the men back, faltering under the simultaneous assault of the daemons and the Guillotar. Deio's playing sped up, fingers flying up and down the board, flinging the veterans far from the attack. The men finally broke, turning and fleeing across the field for the escape pods. Behind them, the howling hooktors went into a frenzy, leaping entire meters to cut through the backs of the fleeing men. Sporadic las-fire echoed back, barely even turning the charging daemons.

    "STAND YOUR GROUND!" A hoarse yet firm voice called. Deio whirled, snarling. The still-smoking form of the captain stood where he had fallen, leaning heavily on his force sword. The men halted, even as the hooktors fell upon them. They gasped at the sight of their captain, who had taken a grenade to the chest and still stood. His face was bleeding heavily, cuts from the shrapnel drawing rivers of blood down his face. He wiped at it constantly, yet there was a steely determination in his eyes. His chestplate had taken most of the blast, a smoking crater in the middle of the shattered plate.

    "By the Ruinous Powers, why won't you fall!?" Deio howled.

    He jumped from the stair and charged the captain. The man nonchalantly slapped Deio away with a swipe of his hand.

    "Cut them down." The men all saluted, and sprinted away, firing their las-rifles and melta's behind them. The hooktors were practically shredded, falling like grass before a scythe. Concentrated las-fire tore them apart, blasting their screaming essence back into the warp. A melta beam bisected three in one swipe. Grenades eviscerated their ranks. They thinned visibly within moments. The prison of dead warp Serbion maintained vibrated and hiccuped, the struggling Navigator visible within. The men redoubled their efforts, cheering at the discovery.

    "YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS VICTORY FROM ME!" Deio screeched as he leaped to his feet. He swung the Guillotar around his head, charging at the captain. He raised his force sword, aiming a strike at Deio's head. The Guillotar clashed again, this time faltering beneath the force sword. It slid across the serrated teeth, shearing them off. The Guillotar stuttered and failed. Deio cursed and tossed it away. He rolled underneath the next swipe and side-stepped the next. He backed away, and the captain followed slowly.

    "Give up. Die!" He said, advancing slowly. Deio simply sneered at him. The captain beckoned, and Deio charged. He sprinted, the captain readying a beheading strike. At the last moment, Deio leaped through the air, bringing both feet up and bending at the knees. His weight slammed into the captain, hurtling him back to fall into the pool, taking a servitor with him. Deio got back on his feet and sprinted to the side of the pool. It was surprisingly deep, containing banks of sealed cogitators. The immense weight of his armor dragged the captain down, forcing him to shed the shattered chestplate.

    Deio got an idea. He drew his bolt pistol and fired at the banks of servitors, severing the cords binding them and sending them tumbling into the pools. Deio strode to the end of the rectangular pool and tore the cables trailing down the the cogitators from their sockets. He lugged it to the side of the pool, the massive cable as thick as a Bloodthirster's forearm. The captain drew himself up on the bank, and stared up at Deio hatefully.



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    "You're dead."

    He kicked the captain back into the water and tossed the cable in after him. The severed end of the cable touched the water and sent enough volts to power seven ton-heavy banks of cogitators jolting through the water. Deio smiled and broke out laughing as the captain convulsed in the water. The smile froze as the captain tried to swim on, even as his limbs jerked from the onslaught. Desperate fury sparked in his eyes. Deio snarled and fired, sending bolts into the water. They exploded, sending clouds of gore spreading throughout the water, reddening it. The captain convulsed again, but somehow managed to keep coming. Deio screeched.

    "SO. DAMN. SICK OF YOU!" The captain reached from the bank and grabbed Deio's ankle. He stared up at Deio, loathing in his eyes. Deio kicked him again, breaking his nose. He tapped the dispenser and depressed the timer five times, shoving the grenade into the captain's mouth and firing his bolt pistol into his wrist. The bone shattered and the grip loosened. Deio kicked him in the face severl more times, and finally punted him back beneath the waves.

    He turned away and briskly strode to the bottom of the stairs, smiling smugly as the explosion tore through the water, sending gore and water in a giant plume skywards. The men wailed, their hail of fire wavering. Serbion sent a final jerk through the dead warp and released it, the unconscious form of the exhausted Navigator tumbling to the floor. The last twenty hooktors surged forward, tearing the veterans to ribbons. They finally turned and routed beneath the pressure. Deio howled triumphantly, the Hellvox shattering eardrums and slaying men.

    He spotted the force sword lying discarded on the grass a few yards away. He strode to it and picked it up, spitting on the aquila set into the hilt. He hung the trophy from his belt. The hooktors had finished off the remaining veterans, and fell upon their corpses. Serbion strode over to Deio, the body of the Navigator suspended in a nexus of energy beside him.

    "Interesting method, Captain." Deio laughed.
    "Nothing more satisfying, Serbion. Plot the course to the surface." Serbion bowed slightly and turned towards the throne.

    +Loot and slay, brothers. We have won. Alpharius, send the serfs out to gather slaves. Dispatch any resistance. You have an hour, men, before the Eternal embarks on it's final voyage.+


    (Points: Deio 100, Serbion 15

    Kills: Deio 16, Serbion 0

    Epic Modifier: +84 Deio, +15 Serbion.)
     
  17. "I INTEND TO, MORE SKULLS FOR THE THRONE!!" Razarius bellowed into the vox as Deio announced victory. he charged forth with lightning speed, he servo arms catching two Kasrgans by the throat and Cleaveland slicing through another three. the sheer strength of the servo-arms crushed the kasrgan's necks and effectively decapitated them, Razarius hacked gun servitors were doing equally well, their surprise attack on the kasrgans had cut down more than half of their number in an instant. The disarray caused forced them to split their fire, sending 1 quarter to razarius, 1 quarter to Quadritch, and the remain half on the servitors suspended overhead. they were eventually gunned down, but not until their numbers were decimated, and those that survived quickly found either Razarius or Quadritch removing their heads in homage to Khrone himself. Razarius stood there in a moment of pure exhaultation, overcome with the rush of battle. Quadritch knew it's masters standing orders, it began gathering technology.

    It's master shortly joined it,
    "GAther any advanced weapons they may have, arm yourselves then return the others to me. That i may manufacture better versions."

    "BY KHORNE, IT IS DONE!!"
     
  18. Yeah, a moderator answered the question for me. A bit of a pain, but, oh well. It was for aesthetics sake I wanted to edit my post so I'm really not bothered. There's always next time.
     
  19. Musical Score, Down With The Sickness - Disturbed

    the crewmembers marched, some defiant, msot humbled, a few even wept tears of joy as they strode past the Rhino and into the Ozzfather.
    even as they did so, their ears beheld the sound of the Deus Metallicus, the pounding of the drums of chaos.

    Little Alpharius played a sombre beat, one to which the once servants of the Emperor could march to, and slowly, unknowingly, they began to nod their heads, some even began to tap their sides with their hands, one wounded guard veteran stumbled, and the Alpha Legionary slowed his beat, his eyes locking onto the guardsmans.

    hate met soft understanding and almost pity, though the chaos space marines soul was hardened by millenia of war, he felt nothing like the useless pangs of empathy the slaves filing past the guardsman felt.
    The Alpha Legionary did not increase the tempo, but rather, brought the adamantium sticks down harder on the drums, and the guardsman lowered his head, a smile forming on his bloodied and bruised face, now he rose with a strength of conviction he had not felt in all his life, the energy of metal filling his soul with pride and self worth.
    "Rise brother of metal" a cultist intoned, approaching the guardsman, and as he was lifted, the Guardsman raised his hand in the metallican salute, a closed fist bar the index and little finger, the 'devils horns' as it was once called.

    Little Alpharius laughed and nodded to the guardsman-come-cultist and increased his tempo once more.

    on and on the pathetic remenants of the Imperial Navy Vessel moved, but as they passed the Rhino of Little Alpharius, they seemed to walk with a little more pride and purpose, as if their loyalty to the golden throne was being overcome by the power of the msuic he played, though the cultists themselves could tell that even as it uplifted them, it was not one of the standard battle musicks of the Chaos Gods.

    Little Alpharius: Unknown Converts. at least 50+ no kills.
     
  20. Damus was practically wading through the mass of captured guardsmen being herded through onto the cruiser. The look on his face was far from happy.

    A voice whispered to him making his face twitch but it lost none of its resolve. From his belt next to the holstered bolt pistol hung the large powersword taken from the corpse of the commissar, its previous owner's head serving he decorate the scabbard gore still dripping from the fresh cut. Several other heads hung from his belt many of then sporting mangled faces still set in expressions of agony.

    "Damus still yourself it was a glorious victory.

    The marine marched on chainsword still clenched firmly in his fist the ex-wolf guard caught up to the still talking Deio and with a violent jerk on his arm pulled his commander away from the group and pushed his against the wall a deep anger shining in his eyes. "I AM NOT A PEON!" he half bellowed the hand holding the chainsword twitching. "IF A WANTED TO BE A BOOTLICK I'D STILL BE SERVING THE FALSE EMPEROR!" his entire face seemed to shift then he turned a hungry glance at Kasteen.

    With no further words he threw the chainsword to the floor, perhaps as a defiant gesture or perhaps to prevent himself from using it, then with a deep throaty growl released Deio and stormed down the corridoor.