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 ) Rorschach - Night Lords Astartes (@Xaphen ) "I HATE WHEN YOU DO THAT!" Zadkiel 'complained' as he laughed. It was funny because he expected him to appear just like that. "Glad you join the hunt, Rorschach." Without further ado, the unarmed Warband leader marched forth into the dark halls which were covered in claws and dried blood. "Most likely he is going to appear here within the three to five minutes. If that is not going to happen, then most likely we have to hunt him down in his own "Aerie", or worse. He doesn't show up for combat and goes straight for the bridge and slaughters half the crew before we even notice." Zadkiel had a sadistic dirty smirk on his face, almost as if trying to scare any of the men... And the woman behind him. Also when he said 'Aerie' he made the fitting quotation marks in the air, putting more into the sarcasm about the ruined deck that was transformed into a prison of a madman. OOC: I just play as if Rorschach was recruited before everybody else or he is somewhat a bit longer part of the crew.
Fireteam Draco The sudden surprise Grythan felt was quickly replaced by calculated thoughts, he decided upon his course of action swiftly. The tongues flew across the chamber, small flecks of drool and acid dripped from the tongues as they raced across the short distance towards his wrists. When the first was within arms reach Grythan started a quick windmill action with his arms. The shield arm came down first its sharp edges slicing through the fleshy weapon spraying blood across the shield. The howl of pain from the far end of the room was mimicked by the howl of joy from the grinning daemonic face on the shield. Grythan's right arm swung down a few moments later and caught the second tongue in his hand. With a firm grasp he continued the circular action and yanked and continuing the downwards motion, a sickening noise could be heard, as the mutants tongue and parts of his jaw were ripped from his skull. His soft pitiful warbling added a melancholic undertone to the symphony of sounds being created. The final two drooling tongues raced towards Grythan's left foot, their intention was clearly to trip him up and hold him to the ground. As they grabbed his foot he realise they were a lot stronger than he thought they would be and they held a firm grip on his foot. Without a seconds thought the Astartes activated his magboots to prevent the mutants dragging him to the floor, moments later the mutants started pulling his leg. Even with this added stability his leg was very slowly being dragged closer to the mutants. The protesting metallic wails of his boots being pulled across the floor joined the triumphant howl of his shield in a strange harmony that forced its way into Grythan's mind. He smiled, the sounds of battle and his success at fighting off this crude attempt by the mutants to incapacitate him were vindicating his self-belief. He looked up confidently as if daring the mutants for their next trick only to see wolfish grins on the other mutants faces. The chill down his spine caught him unaware, and only then did he realise. They had succeeded at immobilizing him, for if he turned off his magboots then he would surely be tripped and fall to the ground, but if he didn't release the magnetic lock then his feet were stuck in place for the coming combat. “Now this is a worthy challenge” snarled the Emperor's Child.
Hydratus smiled as the first mutants entered the room, stalking arround like mindless animals. They were indeed a ugly bunch of filth, not particularly bright or organized and most of all they were careless. Four mutants, ragged, filthy and with a canine look to them swept through the room, apparently trying to smell their victims with their oversized canine noses. They moved noisily, howling and yelling, but what else was to be expected, but the worst thing about them was the stench. The smell of rotten meat poured through the room mixed with the stimulating smell of dry blood and added to that some lovely perfume, coming from the blisters and wounds all across their rotten skin. Intrestingly none of them noticed the shadowy figure hiding in a dark corner. Hydratus sat there in absolute silence, covered by his camo cloak. He sat there and waited, but sadly this was no thrilling game of stealth, for these mutants didn't even come close to be a challenge; by all means they were unworthy prey, beneath his gaze. But as a he thought about it again he came to the conclusion that the faster this would be over, the faster would he find worthy prey. With utterly silent steps, he moved forward and in one quick move grabbed the closest mutant. He held his arm arround the beasts head and slowly, silently and determined, strangled it until it was unconcious. The next mutant soon followed suit as if from nothing, a gentle hand touched it's head, putting it to sleep. However he had planned something even more delicious for the rest. Suddenly the two mutants heard a loud clanking sound, and turned arround quickly, their sharp claws ready to strike, but oddly, their attacks only carved through air. Far too late did they realize their mistake, as two precise sweeps of hydratus's maul put them to rest. A hint of a smile crossed his face as Hydratus sought for a place from which to ambush the next group of enemies. Carefully, he scouted the room for suitable places to hide at: Same place as before, no, bad idea, never repeat a trick; the locker in right corner, no, far to obvious; The small air venting tube in the ceilling? Yes.... That would be prrfect. The place of hiding chosen, he opened a small shutter and climbed into the tube, preparing for the next group of enemies.
Alas this was not the only plan they had in mind.... "GET OVER HERE!" Was roared in a daemonic voice from the Darkness. A snake shot out of it and bit right into the chest of the Emperor's Child, mighty enough to cling into the ceramite-adamantium and suddenly a very strong pull was felt that rose even him from his feet. As the Astartes was flying through the air a drop-kick met him in the air, causing him to rotate in the air before another one send him with his metallic arms into the ground. The two tongue-mutants ran away, making their way for the storage room.... (@Vulpas ; these guys and few more heading straight for yah, baby!) But these three.... 'Warriors' stood to fight, taking position next to each other. One had a skull for a head that was burning for no apparent reason, dressed in a yellow flak armor and a Scorpion-symbol on his chest. Another was pretty pale and had a red headband on and was muscular. Everything pointed toward a Catachan, except his combat stance. The third was a guy who had bionic arms and one big cigar in his mouth. He looked a bit like a black-skinned Ork from the statue. He simply cracked his neck and distinguished the fire from his cigar before readying for mortal combat against the Astartes. OOC: I COULD NOT RESIST OKAY?! ITS MUTANTS FOR GODS SAKE! A box was in the tube, big enough to hide a humanoid being beneath. On it was written in printed black letters. "Not Snake."
Hydratus raised his eyebrow as he saw the box lying inside the tube. It was certainly an interesting mystery, but he'd better be careful when opening it. He stretched his hand towards the chest, power maul ready in his other hand, just in case the contents of the box would prove to be of a dangerous nature. Slowly and steadily he started to open the box, still keeping his guard up . Slowly it opened and Hydratus curiosity reached it's peak eagerto see this riddle solved.
Well, it seemed like it had to be done. With a resigned look on his face Redeger took out the dagger that he carried around and knelt down next to one of the dead humanoids. That was really the issue, while he had had his fill of grox e and so forth, where the hell did you begin here. In any case he doubted that the various beasties would care and so closed eyes and began cutting things randomly. It wouldn't look good but, who cared?
A man in a grey bodysuit was exposed and he made an awkward noise before trying to run away, making a continuous even weirder noise, it sounded like a music track that was not supposed to be hummed by a human... OOC: 1st sound: View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P5qbcRAXVk 2nd sound (aka 'music track'): View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iekGOi3IPcE
Ogreten tried to move and chop up and eldar before the adrenal wore off and he realized he had a spear through his right leg. " curses " he grunted before cutting most of the spear allowing him some movement allowing him to chop up one of the eldar he took the eldar's heart and ears for himself for some arcane purpose. "So great fighting everyone !!!! My apologies for well doing stuff that backfired but thats how warp magiks work. " he collected the eldar's soulstone after making sure it wasnt a khornate kill." 'Lord' space marine what id it like beings follower of khorne ? Ive always wondered " he then piled the butchered eldar chunkcs before hobble-limping over tp another eldar corpse and repeating the process of butchering and taking its ears and heart
Argyle listened in to Yriel's little rambling bout with her staff. "Apotheosis, I've heard of worse fates. I followed the Changer of Ways I might even be inclined to congratulate him. " Then 'Imp' caught his attentions a moment, even as his blade sliced away a thick leg section. " Following Khorne is much like following any figure really, you find a fight, you win or you die. You're strong or you're weak, and you keep going. Khorne cares not whence or why the blood flows only that it does. Whether it be by las-beam, bolter or chain axe, as long as it be by ones own strength, and not robbed from the warp he is pleased. "
"We women please him every month! Don't you forget that!" Yriel said giggling like the innocent girl she thought to be and winked at the Khornate, watching over the general slaughter the others did by cutting Eldar apart, it was soooo gruesome. But oh well. That happens if Zadkiels Zoo is hungry! Just the natural course of life.
