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Death Watch [non-pnp]

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  1. DeranVendar DeranVendar Subordinate

    "They will be up here in a few seconds, seems they have your trai-" Servo-buddy cuts off his quieted communications and scans the area for any sign of Jean. Observation distracts the unit for several seconds too long and soon a Genestealer with scythe tipped limbs crawls into the heart of the trap. Jean feels the vibrations through the weakened floor beneath him, a solid thump that sounds in time with his hearts and leaves a solid impression that he has done himself several favors. Servo-buddy certainly does not pursue him.

    A thin veil of smoke disperses through the underhive's stagnant air, drifting over the battle below. Battlefield illuminates to the birth of a small coldly burning sun. Scythe Strain's screech of pain builds up into a roar that rattles the nearby buildings. Blackened and burnt down to a single heaving limb, the smoking beast takes a single step forward before Mathius' is upon it with his blade. Every blow falls with the weight of vengeance and borderline hysteria behind it. For a moment the Blood Angel sees his kin helping him, wisps of movement on his peripheral vision; Mathius turns away from the slain xeno without having fully grasped how swiftly he had butchered it. Whatever delusions he suffered from were not so strong that he could not recognize reality, and that someone had certainly just tried to toy with his mind.

    Marine's gaze falls over the handy work of the Alpha Legion, the small combat squad of operatives cutting down the remainder of their foe in sprays of promethium and bolt fire. Both Aldric and Alto get to sit it back and watch as the field clears. Neither auspex, nor eye or any other sense available to them betrays the presence of further xenos. Before long the suppression field begins dragging back towards Iskaness, briefly hazing their minds once more before effect peters out to nothing.

    The four legionnaires form up in cover and around the hovel Iskaness had made into his little witch's lair for the duration of the brief engagement. Sorcerer emerges from cover with a narrow streak of blood stained flesh trailing beneath his right eye and both ears leaking even more.

    We should fall back while we still have the opportunity. Our cannon fodder have broken, and the rest of the footslogging cultists will be here to bog us down before long.
    Sorcerer forces his voice into the minds of everyone nearby with little regard for manners or who among the trans-humans are actually present. The five traitors begin ambling their way towards the end of the fissure nearest to their entry.
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  2. Imperius matt23 Curator

    Mathius, long after the creature was dead, continued to stab his power sword into its chest. Each time the sword would pierce the fallen creatures chest, Mathius would mumble another name, as if a sliver of vengeance was carried out in their name, "Nathaniel, Samuel, Craven, Isaiah..." After a moment longer, Mathius seemingly regained his senses and shook his head. Looking down at the xeno, Mathius began to cut the xeno's head off before attaching it to his waist. "There is much to be learned for these strains and we shall ensure that something of use is returned, if nothing else," Mathius said as he began making his way back to the group. Mathius felt strange as if something was scratching the back of his mind, pushing him a little further across the line than he was used to. It was a matter of concern, but this clearly was not the time to have it addressed.

    Hearing the traitors voice ring in his ears was as nails against a chalk board. "Traitor, though we are in a position of benefitting each other through cooperation, do not overstep lines you clearly know not to be crossed. This is something I do not feel needs to be explained further I trust," Mathius said in a slightly restrained manner. Obviously this would be a horrible time to start a skirmish with the traitors, but limits were being pushed that were making Mathius uneasy. And the attempted influence on his earlier actions furthered this same feeling. "At any rate, I agree. Let's get moving before we get pinned down again and our situation grows even more dire. The xeno mind should be readjusting and calculating its next move which should buy us a very small window," Mathius said as he in turn began to follow behind the traitors, not wanting to be left open to ambush.
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  3. Brother_Draconion Draconion Well-Known Member

    Jean waits and watches in statue-stillness as the cloud of debris - architectural and biological alike - dissipates in the aftermath of his trap. Not even after the servo-skull leaves does he even move. When the trap went off, he had abruptly switched off his armour transponder, as well as all other transmitting gear. On the squad net, it will look as though he had been abruptly wiped from existence...or fallen down a hole so deep and dark, he might as well have been.

    In any case, he gives the servo-skull three minutes past its exit, silently counting breaths, till he likewise makes his own. He does not leave his position by the way he entered, but by one of a number of pre-planned egress routes he had scouted by eye on the way in. Picking his way around the side of the building away from where the other Astartes - loyal and Traitor - are now congregating, he weaves his way through the derelict slum, always taking care at all times to keep significant obstacles to line of sight between himself and the others.

    A lot of planning and a little luck have granted him this chance to slip away. Moving alone and unobserved, he has a chance at making it to the Mechanicus facility first, following the map of the Hive. The only unknown factor now is whether or not Alto has upheld his part of the plan. @Vulpas
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  4. Colapse Colapse Forum Beta Tester

    "Fine work with the sword, Brother Angel," Einar grimly acknowledges slaugher caused by Mathius, although his subsequent action of taking alien's head under the guise of learning more about them earned him a grunt. These monsters were just that, monsters in need of extermination and glorifying them like this didn't sit well with the Space Wolf.

    However another thing caused Einar not to voice his opinion. The sudden disappearance of their Apothecary - even though he was sure he could still sense Raptor's unique personal signature - made Einar somewhat uneasy. On one hand, he wasn't even under attack just to fall off like this seemed highly unlikely, and on the other hand, having an enemy psyker in their midst must've caused Jean to do whatever he did without consulting anyone else. Eyes once again drifted towards their own Librarian, after all that happened in this Hive since their deployment the witch was definitely the weakest link in the squad chain which made Einar even more displeased that he already was.

    Brooding and silent, Space Wolf fell in rank behind Mathius, trying to cast away dark thoughts as he began marching towards the next objective.
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  5. Fox Vulpas Well-Known Member

    Alto, As he heard the sorrcerers voice would grit his teeth when eh spotted Jean's Transponder go offline, It was time. using what time and ability he had would keep his head in a anger state and look to jeans soul fire through the void and then attempt to dimin it from outsiders view as if sucking the light from it and only darkening it, making it look like Jean had slowly vanished or his life's flame had gone out, like the lives of the xenos that were slowly diminishing around them he attempted to make once more a illusion like a spark within the winds of the warp cast out. As Alto did this he would rise and slowly go to rejoin the others. limping and giving off the image of him being weaker then he currently is.

    OOC attempting to mask soul/life signautre
  6. DeranVendar DeranVendar Subordinate

    Another Ending
    Murine II's light smouldered against the dark backdrop of the void. Cyclonic bombardment transforms world into a wrack of broken crust, earth blood surging up from the mantle while atmosphere ignited and exterminated all life on the Emperor forsaken world. Sailing off with backs cast to the righteous end brought upon the wretched planet, the Kill Team and their Novamarine allies lick their wounds. Alto swears he can hear the last vestige of the Brood Cult's leadership cursing him through the Warp as Magus too goes up in the all consuming flame that turns lungs into blackened husks and body into ash before it may even finish collapsing. Another world among millions lost forever, another tiny fraction of Mans' infinite enemies taken with it.

    The mission was by all rights a success; albeit a flawed one. After having nearly been cut down during initial deployment the team had formed an uneasy truce with Alpha Legion forces present. Following the ambush against pursuing xeno and their cultists, the mixed force of traitors and loyalist reached Site Black. Here a more formal accord was reached between both parties: the squads would work separately, but in support of each other to such a degree that neither side could attempt to compromise the other without also foiling their own hopes of escape. Essentially they were playing tag-team hopscotch, with lethal penalties for failure.

    Things took an upturn when the Alpha Legion handed over a small supply of geneseed raided from the slain Novamarines they had unintentionally sabotaged during the initial landing operations. As a show of good faith, and to bolster the lesser numbers of the Kill-Team, five of the missing Neophytes were also revealed to be under the traitors' custody, and were released. A sit-rep later and the loyalists would discover that the other squad had vanished into the depths of the hive hoping to exfiltrate out into the wastes beyond. At the current rate of things declaring them MIA was considered optimistic. The largest caveat, beyond working with heretics, was the concession that the Magos Vezant would remain with the Alpha Legion infiltrators. Accepting that if nothing else the primary objective had been met by their arrival at Site Black and that all relevant data was at hand the team acquiesced and both forces departed to pursue their intertwined objectives. Things went pear shaped within the hour.

    Einar and Mathius both were forced to take turns acting as rearguard against Genestealers. The aliens struck like jets of steam, erupting from the sumps beneath the streets to harass with hit and run strikes before retreating back into the underworld of the hive. Wounds began to build, becoming more severe as more broods converged on the marines, chains of ambushes launched within seconds of each other leaving the loyalists exhausted by the time they reached their first objective: a fortified security checkpoint for one of the few functional highways left in the Underhive. Here Jean revealed himself to be quite alive, standing at the ready with the enthralled PDF and Hybrid security detail laid low behind sandbags and piled up in bunkers. A brief defensive action against their pursuers transitioned into the mad drive to freedom as the Alpha Legion and a fleet of ramshackle vehicles helmed by their recruited ganger cannon fodder rolled up.

    The ensuing round of bumper cars from Hell somehow amounted to greater peril than the whole of the very loud and incredibly not-subtle deployment into the hive. Goliath armored vehicles, Chimaera transports, Sentinel walkers, and the odd Hellhound raced alongside modified civilian vehicles and stolen military wheels. Firefights, both literal and figurative, erupted between the opposing forces the whole way. Wrecked vehicles became twisted pieces of shrapnel that ripped open others and created chain reactions of high velocity fireballs that careened across the roads. In the midst of all this chaos the erstwhile allies sprung upon each other.

    A single stray bolt set off a cascade of miscommunications and foul ups that began a three way road war. A single Alpha Legionnaire strayed in his aim and shot strikes off Einar's shoulder, Space Wolf practically drooling for the opportunity to pounce at this point makes the leap from a looted Chimaera to the offending traitor and introduces him, and his driver, to a power axe. Magus strikes Alto through the Warp once again, disguising it as an attack by the Sorcerer present. Only thing that keeps their ride from ending then and there is the distinct realization by their own drivers that failure to comply is going to get them killed in the most awful ways imaginable; if not by the marines, then by the local authorities.

    An off ramp branching from the twelve lane death trap provides an opportunity for the team to break off in pursuit of their own escape plan. Aldric initiates with an awkward upper cut that clips one of the lighter ganger vehicles, a cageless dune buggy, and flips it over into its neighbor creating another cacophonous chain reaction and multi-vehicle pile up. Things unexpectedly turn further in the team's favor as a small splinter group among the gangers, headed up by Biter no less, attempt to fight their way into the loyalists' good graces by turning on the legion traitors. With things thoroughly cocked up for the XXth, all that remained was to rescue the good Magos- something Mathius took to when he took flight! Only to be immediately flattened back down into the side car of a motor bike after the Sorcerer calls up a gravitational cantrip. By the time Alto has dispelled the effect both of the motorcades are starting to split apart. Einar's own jump pack having been disabled by precision bolter fire means the party only has denial left in its arsenal. Regretfully Jean and Aldric are forced to bracket the vehicle whisking off Vezant until it goes up in flames with the Biologis Researcher included.

    Back at street level the team ditches their vehicles outside an engineering head quarters used by the previous Techpriest contingents charged with keeping the hive functional. Building lay abandoned, adherents of the Machine God killed to the man during the Brood Cults take over. Making use of the vast service tunnels utilized by the army of Servitors in service to the Mechanicus, the team and those gangers able to keep pace wind their way up several strata until reaching their extraction level. Having to contend with Genestealers lurking in the pipes the entire way stealth remains thoroughly out of the question and the group once more fights an uphill battle towards the tram station that will see them onto the rails and riding over the wastes between hives where salvation hopefully awaits.

    No less than a hundred of some of the deadliest xeno an astartes may ever be asked to face stain the blades and hands of the squad by the time Aldric rips apart the mag-clamps keeping the tram docked. Iron Angel throws himself aboard as the many carts rocket off and down the line, Jean stuck as acting Conductor while Einar, Mathius, and Alto contend with hostile boarders. By this stage only eight of the original thirty some gangers, and four of their five released Neophytes remain alive. Einar hangs on by a thread, short his shield hand and bulwark strapped to his arm. Most of Mathius' redundant organs are destroyed, if not entirely removed and plastered to the ground of the hive like breadcrumbs lining their path. Alto's eyes and ears trickle blood constantly, fending off the nigh endless pressures of the Magus' mental assaults. Movements are sluggish and only his status as one of the Emperor's finest allows him to face the Hybrid scaling the ceilings and sides of the lead cart.

    At last open polluted skies stretch out around them, chased away from the shadow of the towering hive and out into the wastes. Within the minute contact is reestablished with the Novamarines, and in a few more counts on the chrono their earlier escorts come soaring into the fray. A harrowing jump from the rails sees the team and their surviving allies deposited in a now cramped Thunderhawk that beats a hasty retreat into orbit. Gunship passes the first of the deployed torpedoes before docking. The embarked unload in time to watch the world burn from the depths of the shielded hangar.

    Prologue: Hives and Heresy: Completed
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  7. DeranVendar DeranVendar Subordinate

    Gate Crasher
    Countless light years away from Murine II the Cadian Gate holds. A battlefield beset by the son of a usurped Demigod leads the forces of Chaos in the greatest battle of a dying age. Against him stands all of the God Emperor's creation and the mere mortal men that dedicate their every breath and drop of blood to the Golden Throne. Thirteen Black Crusades and uncounted lives lost and stolen weigh upon the Warmaster and the Castellan wrestling for control of the single most heavily fortified world outside of Terra. Skies awash with Warp fire and tracer rounds look bleakly upon the blood stained fortifications that carpet the landscape. In spite of Throne loyal bodies stacked taller than bunkers: Cadia stands.

    Lexicon of Infindio and Praetor of Ultimate glide into formation for Warp transit. The great thrumming of the Gellar Fields coming alive sends minute vibrations through every deck. Sirens drive the wise into their quarters and workstations. Mathius and Einar steel themselves for the perils of the Warp with clashing blades. Sparring duo swap places and switch stances while blades meet and repulse from one another.

    To the chorused cries of the faithful a Saint descends to face the onslaught of Chaos. In the shadows of God Machines battle is rejoined with a ferocity yet unseen even in Cadia's catastrophic history. Warmaster seeks the Castellan, the mysterious and mighty technology of Man depositing the Arch-Traitor of the day deep into Creed's holdings. Cadia stands on the precipice.

    A servitor uses a pencil thin mechandrite to scratch off another note as Jean watches a fifth of their rescued ganger allies collapse into a pile of ash: this one compromised by the implant of Genestealer spore. The others before him had fallen prey to the abysmal conditions of home and genetic coding was rife with lesser or dormant mutations. Only three of the men taken aboard remained clean, each one now dressed in borrowed serf's garb. The expressions on their face paint a clear picture of anxiety; uncertain if their good health would save them from the rigors of Warp travel, something entirely alien and new to the lot of them. Jean turns to address them just as the ships begin their shuddering entrance into the abyss.

    Modulated voices announce the successful transition into Warp space. Alto feels reality bleed off the ship's hull like blood from a wound. Even through the Gellar Fields that preserve them from instant annihilation, he can sense the hunger of the entities from beyond that gather like shoals of sharks about the pair of cruisers. Aldric remains mercifully ignorant of how close the terrors outside scrape against their barriers. Iron Knight busies himself with maintenance of kit and meditation.

    Four standard hours in and Cadia falls. An engine of destruction made to fell gods that fed on the stars themselves becomes a battering ram of titanic proportions. The greatest bulwark against the ravening Eye of Terror falls as her last defenders retreat into a realm of alien passage and leave the dying world to its sundering. In the world's death throes the Eye expands, consuming the remains and sending rippling currents of energy outwards that begin to tear the galaxy in twain. Like the opening of a lidded eye the Cictrix Maledictum is formed; and our party of faithful warriors find their chariot caught in the classic trap of Warp Dickery.

    Exiles Among Exiles
    In a tiny near forgotten corner of the Jericho Reach rests Watch Station Solum. Little more than a monitoring station long abandoned after having outlived its purpose, records meant to lay abandoned forever dug up by a small band of desperate Vigil bound seeking shelter from friends turned into foes. Solum's state becomes all the sadder when one considers its current state: hallways stained by corruption, power station gutted, the mere ten bunks for stationed warriors reduced to a mere three by the rigors of invasion. Gun ports lay silent, internal turrets scattered to pieces in the archways they guarded, and the stern statues of heroes past toppled by fiends. This is Watch Station Solum: refuge of Marmaroth and Kill Team Unrelenting Purge of the Death Watch.

    Months ago the Jericho Reach was segregated from the rest of the Imperium once more. Crusade cut off, communications strangled, and every path laden with Warp spawn that piled out of the Immaterium like overweight children out of a scholum neighboring a McDornalds. Under these conditions did Feridoun, Eraklion, Craven, Julius, Kormak and Asvald flee Watch Fortress Erioch during the outset of a siege initiated by the maddest of mad men: Lord Inquisitor Ebongrave. With Marmaroth, wanted man and possible heretic in their custody (after having been exfiltrated from the Inquisition's own), they fled as far into the middle of no where as they could; ultimately happening upon Solum. With a bit of elbow grease and holy fire the sacked station was cleansed of its unholy raiders and the team settled in for the uncertain future.

    It is 11:00 Standard Time in the Emperor's year of .009 M42 and there is only war.

    Just Another Day In Paradise
    A buboe swollen with pestilent juices pops underneath the weight of Asvald. Ponderous form stepping back to the splatter with a cough of promethium fed flame from his flamer. The Dreadnought's return to form has been a mixed blessing in recent days. Arriving from a Warp rift alongside the controversial figure of Marmaroth, Asvald had found himself both keeper and convict at once. Now, since their shared rescue/capture by the very same Kill Team he serves alongside, Asvald trundles through halls laden with lingering nurglite corruption. His comrade Eraklion joins him, the Forge Master repairing what flamers cleanse. It had taken nearly all their time aboard thus far to restore power to the most critical sections of the station. Now they meander around in the dark, repairing the most critical sections of Solum.

    The deepest sections of the station, those reserved for collection, storage, and restrain of prisoners, lost technology and artifacts of power, are occupied by only three figures: Julius, Craven and Marmaroth. All three sons of Sanguinius, all three guardians of their brothers' souls. The triumvirate of Chaplains sit, bathed in incense and accompanied by servo-skulls that stand sentinel of their surroundings. Walls blackened by Warp flame surround them, and the only things barring Marmaroth from wandering freely are his distant cousins. Whatever conversation passes between them is knowledge for them and them alone.

    In the cold depths of space their single stealth vessel lazes under the cover of dampeners and electronic masks. Crewed by only a skeleton force of servitors and a handful of serfs, it is commanded by Blackshield Feridoun and Inquisitor Avaless of the Ordo Hereticus. Security detail includes the Inquisitor's acolytes and a second Blackshield known as Kormak. Through the Psyker's prognostication the trio became aware of an inbound pair of vessels. No sooner do the voidcraft leave the Warp do they receive a single encoded message loaded with secret cant and instructions within instructions, all wrapped up in a bow of the highest possible security encryption and urgency tags available to an Inquisitor and the Death Watch. As the Praetor of Ultimate and Lexicon of Infindio drift towards the rendezvous position, the call falls to Feridoun when to hail the strangers charged with delivering their fellow members of the Vigil back to the Reach.
  8. ADDeads Recruit

    Julius rested in a forward lean, the censers risen from his back fuming the sweet winds of faith which whip back and up as the Chaplain rose with the thudding of his boots, the whirring of his armor and final words of a litany muttered; "...Whoever acts like this shall never be shaken, whoever acts like this shall be blessed in the Emperor eyes."

    Once on his feet, the Chaplain pulled free his helm with a hiss and put it to rest between his elbow and right flank with eyes lingering over Marmaroth. "I pray for you, Brother. I pray all of this trouble has been worth it to keep you out of Ebongrave's grasp -- But more importantly, I pray for truth." With his Crozius Arcanum rested against his shoulder, Julius clears his throat. "What's all been happening recently strikes me as...conveniently odd, wouldn't you say? I'd appreciate if you could shed some light on current affairs for me as I was unaware we were exfiltrating a potential Heretic --" Julius pauses. "Which I do hope you're not."

  9. Imperius matt23 Curator

    The Depths of Darkness:
    @Colapse @ADDeads

    "In the throes of death, do I seek life... In the bowels of darkness, I am the light... and against the coming tide, I am the wall," Craven said as his fingers glided across the warp fire scorched walls. Craven's black, terminator armor was clearly just as tattered as the wall from countless battles with the enemy of man. From his waist hung a single, silver incense burner and from it plumbed a cloud of holy smoke. Over his right shoulder hovered a small servo skull that seemed to hum a delicate litany of faith. Though it was quiet, that soft litany seemed to echo the depths of the scrapped station he had found himself on. However, the servo skull was not the only humming, as from Craven's other hip hung his sanctified Crozius Arcanum, Martyres Ultionem.

    Craven listened to Julius a moment as he looked around around the area. Though Craven was interested to hear what Marmaroth had to say, he felt his own voice needed to be heard, "We how found ourselves in troubling times. Times where the enemies close in from all sides, mouth wet with anticipation of the meal to come. And for all that, there is yet still a vile creature more sinister than those that close in: the traitor... I have had many dealings with inquisitors and realized that for all their numbers, they are just as evil as they are righteous." Craven then came to a halt and pointed at Marmaroth, "And then we have you. I am eager to hear what you have to say for yourself, brother. In a time of rumours, there are plenty to abound with your name attached..."

    Lost and Adrift:

    Mathius' neck rolled just before his shoulders followed suit. His power sword in hand, he looked at Einar with a slight smile that showed his upper, elongated canine teeth. Charging in, Mathius would clearly not be going for blood but instead testing his and Einar's limits in combat.

    However, before Mathius could start, a sharp and distinctive siren followed by a hard rocking of the ship made hairs on his body raise. Pausing a moment and looking about, Mathius looked to Einar, "Do you feel it, brother? Something has shifted our course, sharply. And here I thought we were heading into trouble, instead it has found us."
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  10. Fox Vulpas Well-Known Member

    -Lost within the dark
    Alto was sitting alone on the observation deck, his minds eye trained on the astronmicon as he sat his body recovering as he trained his mind and kept his guard up, It would all change in several secounds. It came at him like a man in a room with the lights suddenly going out, his object of focus the astronomicon Vanished from his view, Each secound it was gone caused a slow alarm bells in the librarians mind to go off as he felt for once fear gripping his soul, Alto's mind eye closed as his physical ones opened, The marine was quick on his feat, heading straight for the nearest astropath to confirm what he beleived he saw.

    Feeling the ship rock the librarian was quick to correct himself hand going to the wall to keep him from falling to the ground. Quickly tapping his helmet he attempted to contact egineruim or the captain with a quary. "This is alto, Request of information status on Gellar shields and astropath and navigator?" Alto called out through the vox, as the Librarian attempted to hide any fear that he held within him.

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