"Probably nothing," Krax answered levelly as he checked the dataslate for the shortest route to the deck 42. "But don't worry, I'll cut off its arm blades and give it to you so you can use it as chopsticks." Turning to Zadkiel once again, he simply pointed towards the door. "Lead on, great leader."
-Seth "If anyone needs any Kind of of Enachment for combat I have a few things that can speed you up or possibly even give you more strength or widen your sense." The apothecary said adding to the thousand sons enachments suggestion. As he looked at the stun weapons he would be using The tazer he kept in his hands and on his belt he had the shock maul for quick access. He wen't to the middle of the room with his tazer and kept it in his hands as he looked to the few entrances as he began concentrating and trying to hear when the mutants would come he let his gift of slannesh truly work as he could hear the entire room. -Alexandra As the Chains of torments wen't up Alexandra took aim at a eldar through the door way with her bolt pistol she took aim and fired hitting the eldar first in his arm causing it to explode in gore. she took several more shots as the eldars blood sprayed all about the ground The eldars life finally ending as 3 more shots tore threw him the bolt rounds exploding in him causing more blood to flow threw the room. Well there's a khorne sacrifice today. she thought to herself as she quickly reloaded her bolt pistol and began covering the door way she was at.
OOC: No problem with biomancy like metal arms and such.... Mutations I won't allow on player characters except they actually ask for them, since those could have.... Tremendous consequences. "I am assisting you in this endeavor, not leading." Zadkiel said and bowed with his head slightly, probably sarcastically as he started to lead the way on, since he was asked to do so. Sure it was a mere exception he would let himself get ordered around. OOC at all: Will start the Med-Bay combat most likely short before I go bed in same post I will continue on Deck 45 combat. Feel free to converse and/or state your intentions for next move. Also please start adding '~~ Fireteam <name> ~~' or at least the location before your post, making it easier to discern for me.
Ooc: i want things keep things rolling for fireteam oni Uriel could you get some continuation going cause weve all done stuff and we are waiting for you to respond. @Uriel please do something
Fireteam Oni: Primary Objective: Find and Kill all Eldar (Deck 45) Secondary Objective: Collect Eldar meat and prepare it for the exotic animals Aldian Tacet - Tzeentchian Telepathica Scholar (@SorcererAlhendors ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) Othim - Salamanders Traitor & Khornate (@Valonox ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) Many Eldar died through various reasons. Bleeding out. Shots. Sudden Head Explosions. Quite glorious, and Slaanesh enjoyed every little soul wandering right into her maw, or so one could certainly assume! Yriel broke off the chains of torment as it became too stressful, she twirled, releasing the chains that disappeared into thin air and disappeared as sudden as they came to be. Funnily enough, they had absorbed the movement speed of the Eldar and gave it back to them. They were not prepared for this and were suddenly thrown forward. Some fell straight face-flat on the ground. Others managed to make somersaults and land on their feet and move onward. With primitive-looking spears, axes and blades they charged into the enemy, only more fueled by the death of their leader they came from all hallways, roaring in their foreign language curses of death and chants of war! Yriel hurried to the side of the failing Ogreten. But instead of finishing it for him or taking it over, she pressed her forehead against his, speaking words different than his own. The mark of Tzeentch manifested on the ground at their both feet. The human male Psyker would feel the relief of the burden leave his body, as the female took only the burden. Furthermore Ogreten felt that it was far far easier to channel his powers, certainly a trick he should learn from her eventually. OOC: Everyone who is engaged in melee takes 1 random wound and everyone can kill 1 more Eldar. OOC #2: I wanna see how the self-wounding works / if it works (one of the reasons why I wanted a pre-mission-mission) Fireteam Draco: Primary Objective: Secure the Med-Bay (Deck 2) Secondary Objective: Get a letter of recommendation from the Head Nurse Cryzarion the Phoenix - Thousand Son Sorcerer (@lord-watchman ) Dyson Oni - Aspiring Iron Warriors Warpsmith (@DaKaptin ) Grythan Konenos - Undivided Emperor's Children Raptor (@Nurianis ) Hydratus - Undivided Alpha Legionnaire (@DeathKorpsOfKrieg ) Seth - Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) OOC: You have each 1-2 posts or latest ~36-48 hours to prepare a battle plan. The Treatment center has roughly 1000 beds. The intensive treatments in total around 100. The Surgery has only mounted stuff, so nothing for you to move from there. OOC #2: I suggest someone stays with the Head Nurse in her office, just because they could take a way through her office to reach the storage room. OOC #3: Nobody said anything about keeping the storage intact.... Fireteam Inferno: Primary Objective: Kill an Astartes Secondary Objective: Record the murder Satharn Tem - Night Lords Astartes (@Jorimel ) Atax Echidna - Dark Mechanicus Slaaneshi (@Casavay ) Krax Brutalus - Black Legion Undivided Astartes (@Colapse ) OOC: Mainly waiting on Jorimel to add something But one can assume we are already marching.
Fireteam Draco OOC: I've already put my suggestion forwards for what we should do in-character (one person on each door and two “roaming troubleshooter”). I'm happy to hear alternatives though. Any thoughts or suggestions Fireteam Draco?
OOC: Was more in general, you are actually pretty smart. I just wonder why nobody came on the idea yet to even LOCK the storage room or otherwise malfunction the door, or anything like that
OOC: I'm pretty certain if we could solve this problem by locking the door the Head Nurse would have done it a long time ago. I suppose every little helps though.
Ogreten was relived and made ( though difficult ) a mental note to thank the pysker. With yriel helping take the burden and the eldar on the war march ogreten decided to up the power of the ritual cutting the palms of his hand as his blood flowed into the ritual circle [ take 1 wound ] as the blood flowed from his hands the world no longer existed to the eldar and ogreten took some of the new burden seeing as yriel procceded to drain burden. Ungodly mimics of their lost selves and minds assualt the eldar screaming at them clouding their mind until the eldar no longer knew the true world and only understood if the world could be used. The eldar attacks wouldve killed normal people with the furiousity and frequency of the attacks it was quite a shame the attacks were aimed at the walls. Several eldar killed and chopped each other to pieces one eldar endulging in the others flesh as its mind was torn asunder and put back together again and again a few eldar collapsed to the ground shriviling and crying. Ogreten seeing the effects and knowing that this point the hieghtened minds of the eldar led had fallen so far as to become unreversable ogreten ceased the ritual drew his auto gun and grabbed the fallen eldar's spirit stone offered it to yriel " i ythink this will be of use to you " before he fired a shot at one of the hopeless eldar.
Argyle found himself entering into a swarm of raving mad lunatics, the Imps spell proving a detriment in a way as those few Eldar that did find targets other than their own kind were absolutely frothing mad and the storm of blades he had to weather actually managed to leave a mark on his flesh when an armored blade glove punched into his chest, armor already weak from the dance with the Aspect Warrior with all his laser beam nonsense. Such a strike was returned in kind with the Astartes drove his claymore down into the sternum of the xenos and swinging it about still impaled upon his weapon. He let it hang there like a grim trophy only slowing a moment to drag it down closer to the base before returning to his strikes against the fragile little space elves, eyes alight with life as his nostrils drew in the intoxicating aroma of spillt blood. Not even the unbound sorcery could dampen a fight such as this, now that they were stuck in amongst truly desperate and berzerk foes who knew a thing or two about close combat, thus it was he intended to skewer several more set on keeping their bodies, and soul stones, in his care for a time, relishing the small test of endurance it took to continue swinging at speed even with the steadily growing weights.
