The deafening noise that came from the walls put everyone on edge.Its not enough they were inside a metal coffin, but it seemed that metal coffin was filled with monstrous things never seen by mortals.And indeed if not for the very varied experience offered by the group members, Max wouldn't know half the things he was fighting. His gut feeling told him, things were going to be only worse. Seeing as their rugged state of obvious menagerie of survivors, Max tried to reach out to the human first, sheating his sword behind his back: "Easy friend.Peace.We are here on the Emperor`s blessed mission.We mean you no harm if you do no harm to us." he spoke as he eyed the human and the greyskin orc. "Now...what is beyond those walls that got you running so?How many?" @TuskatheDaemonKilla @GrimgorRock OOC note: Despite the calm dialogue...Max is actually yelling to be heard over the cacophony of trembling walls.
Stewart stayed in his stance as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light and tired to understand the yelling. He could barely understand it hearing a couple of words here and there. The most notable of which was Emperor which caused him some pause but not enough for him let his guard down all the way. He shrugged at the question he heard and returned to all fours but keeping the claws on. His sight was improving by the second but he still did not like the light. Someone like him can't survive in the light for long he needed darkness.
With the lights coming on and the door hissing, Mira didn't even bother to make a token effort of hoping that lights and lack of noises meant that everything was already, because it was always when things seemed quite that the worse events happen just when everything seems just fine. However there were two others about the join the group, and so the woman commented "So, anyone got any ideas why we keep finding people? Emperor's blessing?" It was something she considered inane, but she hoped that the it helped keep everyone's mind off the topic of worrying about what was likely about to try and turn the team into dinner. With that said, Hartlock kept her crossbow at the ready for anything to start popping out of the floors, walls and ceiling and looked hostile at her or anyone else. Naturally, said hostile creature would (hopefully) receive a normal bolt to the face if it didn't move snappishly (only if it wasn't friendly)
The man seemed to be troubled by the light, and it did not seem to improve.To his misfortune, the others needed the light, badly. At his poor choice of words he was already receiving remarks.However there were two others about the join the group, and so the woman behind him commented "So, anyone got any ideas why we keep finding people? Emperor's blessing?" "Well...maybe it has something to do with those statues?Some sort of mixed blessing?" he said as he turned his head, glancing at the woman with the crossbow.Max was already taller and bulkier then her but Mira looked fearsome with her pointy hat and a monocle to follow. "There is a good chance they hail from Imperium...and if so, invoking Emperor`s name might make them recall something."
LEVEL 1 THEME: RUINED SPACE STATION Spoiler: Map < @Uriel1339 @High_Adept_Zeth @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @GrimgorRock @bossaroo @Vanestus > MOOD MUSIC As the team and the two new 'recruits' gathered themselves and spoke for a few moments, the counter on the screen ticked steadily down from 120 down to 100 seconds until the descent hatch would open. As soon as the timer hit 100 SECONDS, every single light shut off, only the screen lighting the area. 2 loud crashes resounded around the room, and then the lights came on dim once again. And what would be irrefutable as a horde of genestealers were rushing in from the three doors towards the team. [KILL 1 genestealer and make another attack] Spoiler: Combat Stats Time left - 100 Seconds ~ 4 rounds [Esran = Healthy]{Talon = Healthy} [Maximillien = Healthy][Torot = Healthy] [Alan= Healthy][Prak = Healthy] [Mira = Healthy][Grom = Healthy] [Stewart = Healthy] {Conditions} [}-Debilitating Statuses-{] GENESTEALER HORDE
"There was one of them! Seems like he got his buddies to join a feast!" Esran yelled, taking his trusty mace in hands and stepping forth, Talon on his side as they awaited the horde to get into melee. "KILL AS MANY AS YOU CAN! AIM FOR THE HEADS!" He instructed the group, hoping he was right, getting in a baseball-like stance, ready to knock some heads off their shoulders. Though he had to admit, these darn creatures were the most hideous and dangerous things he ever laid his eyes on.
Alan was silent as the new arrivals appeared he kept his eviserator in his hands as he heard and saw the rushing horde of genestealers he smiled and let out a laugh. "This is gonna be runner then catching greased welsarchs in a mine shaft let get em." Alan said as he raised his eviserator to a onco ing genestealer.
Stewart greatly appreciated the darkness for however it lasted but then the lights came back on. More shouting and a distinct smell of Genestealers. He audibly growled and brought up his clawed hands and laid into the closest one his limited vision could make out. He clawed at the creature's neck avoiding it's own claws by suing his small frame and managing to sever it's head causing a foul tasting blood to wash over his hands. With one down and an inconceivable amount of go he simply laid into the next nearest Genestealer.
Following with the gusto that Alan and Esran already exhibited, Max paced himself between the two compatriots protecting both one of their flanks and blocking the passage with his considerable bulk before the filthy aliens could get past the three of them and into the more squishier members of the party.With his Steel Shield before him and his sword in his left hand he waited for the first wave. Gritting his teeth at the disgusting alien forms, Max was for once actually grateful their forms were partially obscured by the sudden darkness. "If Vuulpaas could walk this way unharmed...then so can we!"
LEVEL 1 THEME: RUINED SPACE STATION Spoiler: Map (OOC : Apologies for the wait, I let things get to me for a while. No excuse) < @Uriel1339 @High_Adept_Zeth @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @GrimgorRock @bossaroo @Vanestus > The first five genestealers roared and lunged at the group. Esran was able to slam one in the side and throw it against the wall, bones breaking and the beast being killed. If any had fought true tyranids before, they would know that these seemed much more fragile than they should have been. That was reinforced when Alan's swing and motor bisected one through the gut. One leapt upon Max, but the shield was sturdy and allowed the warrior to slam the beast into the ground and kill it by stabbing the sword into its head. Another charged, but was laid low by a barrage of metal spiked that Talon spit out. Even the feral Stewart fared well, clawing through another genestealer before being corralled back towards the group. Their wall was holding for now, but as the horde got bigger, and surged again and again, it would be only a matter of time until they were overwhelmed like this [KILL 1 genestealer and make another attack] Spoiler: Combat Stats Time left - 80 Seconds ~ 3 rounds [Esran = Healthy]{Talon = Healthy} [Maximillien = Healthy][Torot = Healthy] [Alan= Healthy][Prak = Healthy] [Mira = Healthy][Grom = Healthy] [Stewart = Healthy] {Conditions} [}-Debilitating Statuses-{] GENESTEALER HORDE
