OOC: This might be a good chance too demonstrate the PVP combat? IC: Statue still, Sharr watched as the Cultists attacked the mounted Praetorian Guard. The metallic tang of blood filled the air around him. the sound of carved flesh and shattering bone rang in his heightened hearing. The daemon within his augment went from target to target, savoring every kill from both Praetorian and Heretic. "Right, come on you rascals! Do you want to live forever?" Sharr heard the call of a human still on his mount. Leading his remaining retinue of soldiers through the flood of madmen. ~'This one!' "Yes, I see him. He will die like any other Imperial dog." Sharr made for Gore Fiend at the Maglock and the Bolt Pistol across his chest. ~'No. This one has promise. He could be...useful.' Whisper was always devious. At times Sharr had difficulty understanding his meaning, perhaps it was a creature of Tzeentch? "We shall see." Sharr joined along the wave of foaming mad Cultists. Traitor Guardsmen fired into the Praetorians, striking many of the horsemen with Autoguns. The steeds toppled over forcing the riders to become trampled under the heavy augmented rides or trampled by another rider. The Lord of Chaos towered over the crowd like a god. His arms spread wide as if to heard the Heretics even further. His stride hastened as the Commissar grew closer, he aimed his Bolt pistol at horse and fired a volley of Bolt shells in it's direction. OOC: Since Sharr is engaging the horse under Jackruss, it still counts as both PVP & PVE. So you can decide of the shots hit or miss. Likewise if you make for an attack against Sharr with Jackruss you must leave it at a cliff hanger when the "shot is fired" or "the blade came down" Don't say if it goes for a vital organ or key spot. Just say it makes the motion. You are still free too engage in the NPCs as you see fit. But the outcome of the PVP is decided by the Mod and the two players. OOC: This portion will cover the Lemus Russ Tank. It can still work for the story sake IC: From bridge of the Vindex Gladius, the Ship Master Charr and Malgus watched the advancement of the conflict planet side through the Occulous. Behind the throne servator slaves updated the hololithic map of the Hap Blocks and the advancement of the Praetorians and Word Bearers. Charr turned from the Occulous and observed teh holo display. The few towering structures of the Hab Block not struck by the Dread Claws remained standing. Though the streets became a riot of frightened citizens and advancing Praetorian Guard. The map shifted and zoomed towards a key area of the fighting where a Lemun Russ battle tank appeared. Ship Master Charr turned to his Vox operator, "Vox Master Lumin, alert the ground forces in Grid Delta three five two. A Lemun Russ battle tank has been sighted. Have any available Havoc squads report to the area at once. Lord Sharr will not be pleased if his crusade is delayed by Imperial interference." "Aye aye sir!" "And while you're at it, find out why we haven't secured the second Orbital station? Lord Sharr will be expecting reinforcements any moment now." As the Vox master acknowledged the command, CHarr went for the Silver pocket watch he kept in his uniform. Malgus tightly gripped his bronze staff in both hands, ringing his ancient fingers around the leathery grip. "I pray to the true gods that the Master knows what he's doing." "Mind your tongue, Malgus. Keep such thoughts to yourself. Lord Sharr will not allow doubt to hinder the crusade of the Legion. Nor will I."
do be careful and don't assume control of anyone character's actions, unless they say you can. I'm glad you're having fun though.
Down the lift descended, passing by several deck levels. They went by at a rather alarming pace, but the Word Bearers remained unfazed. As far as they could tell, no one had survived the onslaught above to tell the engineering crew about the situation. Hopefully, Yuri's proclamation hadn't reached them, and they continued their work as usual. At least, this is what Ramiel hoped for, as he muttered a quick prayer to the Gods. Finally, the lift reached the final floor, and the Astartes fanned out in a defensive position. Certain the room was clear, they moved on. Rauk'r checked the map on the auspex to ensure their next move - -right as autocannon fire slammed into his helmet, and ripped it open to reveal flesh and bone. "Return fire!" Ramiel shouted, even as Rauk'r's body slammed to the ground. More autocannons sprouted from walls surrounding the reactor, firing away at the intruders as they took cover.
The Chaos lord had hid himself well among the crowd, not helping until the perfect moment. The hail of mass reactive shells had no problem piercing the animals hide, unlike the autoguns, and quickly liquified the poor beasts insides (OOC: This is why I didn't give it a name..." Jackruss managed to kick his feet out of the stirups at the last second, before the horse went mad with pain and threw him off, collapsing dead. Luckily the saddle had stopped any shrapnel from piercing through. As he got back up, the very whispering of the warp emanating from the flesh tome. As his eyes refocussed, the sheer power of the creature standing ahead of him sunk in. A huge astartes, covered in scripture with a fleshy book stuck to his shoulder took stride after stride towards him but he couldn't move, simply frozen in place as time slowed and each step could be heard. Clunk, clunk, clunk, every sound marking the close approach of his opponent. But even as he stared down death, without thinking he started muttering the litany which had been taught and recited before every battle: "My armor is contempt, my shield is disgust, MY SWORD IS HATRED, IN THE EMPERORS NAME LET NONE SURVIVE!" With those words still ringing in his mind, breaking the icy grip of fear on his body, he drew his sabre and charged his opponent still roaring the battle-prayer.
OOC: Stealing my friends comp for this! Boreck was going it alone at this stage as the forces of chaos had not only ravaged his squad but also seemed to be doing a number on the compound. The Veteran Sergeant had taken up cover behind the Leman Russ after his horse took a las shot through her throat, leaving him steedless and without an effective way to maneuver. Peering out from behind the vehicle he could see the Commissar advancing toward a giant clad in scripture and more of the thick armor that had made them nigh invincible to his own weapons. He felt something crawl up his spine, something that chilled him deeply while at the same time threatening to fill his pants with the warmth of urine; terror. No man was meant to fight these creatures, clad in the flesh of men they were but wolves in sheep's clothing yet lesser mortals like he strode amongst them and lived. He wondered yet if he too could live... Pulling back from the engagement he ducked out of sight behind the firing line claiming a wounded shoulder, in the chaos of it all he managed to get by without notice as everyone was too busy fighting for their lives. Stripping himself of all medals and patches left him with only an Imperial brand burned into his metal sheet. Tearing off a sleeve he wrapped it about his head to cover the mark figuring it would do for then. This wasn't about the Emperor or any sense of duty, he wanted to live! He only made it to become a Sergeant through that trait alone and it wasn't going to leave him now! The line of cultist was advancing and the Praetorian saw his chance, slipping between buildings before joining the center of the mob, letting the first wave soak up the return fire before letting his shotgun bark toward the defensive lines of his previous comrades. No shouts were made or any hints given as to how to break their line, the less attention he drew the better at this stage.
*the heavy bolter opened fire* *cultists were mowed down, along with a couple of Khornates before Alexander's strides brought him close enough to the bolter, rearing his axe up to kill the crew, the gun fired at point blank range into the side of Alexander's waist, blowing off armor and a small amount of meat, axe made contact with shoulder, cutting down to the gunner's crotch, effectively making the man's body open like a sick, grisly pair of scissors before falling on the ground, the loader dropped on the ground and literally pissed himself and looked at the small (relatively small considering that this is an about 9 1/2 foot tall mutant astartes) hole in Alexander's side and noticed that only moments ago it was spewing blood but now had ceased doing so (due to a combination of astartes Larramen cells and good ole' mutation) and looked at the split in half remains of his friend and almost vomited, looked up at the giant now standing over him and begged for his life, in his rage, Alexander placed his axes on his back, and grabbed the man and literally ripped the man in half at the waist with his bare hands, giving the man one of the most excruciating deaths given to any of the guardsmen since Alexander made landfall on the planet, as the unfortunate man felt his bones break and tendons snap, now standing covered in the loader's blood, Alexander dropped the halves of the man, breathing heavily, 'must....calm.....down......' trying to fight back the rage at the insult of the wound from consuming him, pulled his axes back out, 'the Brotherhood still needs a leader....' and with that he walked back over to the main command building which had the comm tower coming out of it as the main fight had now pushed up to here, at first favoring his wounded side but later righted himself as the pain faded to be replaced with anger* OOC: on that grisly note.... goodnight everyone
His stride remained constant, he did not quicken his approach. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk. The litany of the Commissar approaching him only made his blood boil in rage. The daemonic eye locked on the mortal, changing from a fire red to coal black. Gore fiend roared in his grip, still he kept his arms spread wide as he approached, the Cultists dared not cross his path, instead focusing on the Praetorians still in the open and advancing steadily towards the barracks. Sharr felt the rage of Khorne grow off Gore Fiend as he drew closer. ~'Spare this one.' Sharr reluctantly obeyed, brining Gore Find into a wide swing. The serrated fangs of the chain blade snarled and chewed into the saber, raining sparks between the two blades. Chunk of flesh and sprays of dried blood spat from the blade of Gore Fiend as it hungered for more. it roared like a wild beast in the deadlock. The blades locked in a clash of the Astarties and the human. The lord of Chaos leaned in close to the Commissar, his daemon eye shifting hues into a royal purple that shined like a perfect jewel. As he spoke, his voice carried with it the sent of an intoxicating aroma. "The Emperor is a lie! Nothing more than a Corpse rotting on a throne of false promises." Sharr pushed the human back with his full weight behind Gore Fiend, ending the melee. Holstering his Bolt Pistol across his chest, he approached the Commissar. "Your armour is pitiful. Your shield is nothing. Your sword is flawed. Your faith...A LIE!" Sharr brought the back of his free hand towards the shoulder of the Commissar. Knowing well his full strength would likely decapitate the human had he aimed higher. (OOC: You can react accordingly to his) "I bare the truth! I carry with me the words of Chaos Undivided. The Gods favor those who kill in their name. The False Emperor gives you nothing, but his contempt."
IC: *ready aldum for support* "ready when you are Alexander THOUGH SHALL NOT DENY THE ONLY AND HIS CAUSE SHALL YOU FATE BE JUDGE BY THE DARK GODS FOR I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS AND MACHINE FEAR M SO YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL JOIN OR DIE" OOC: thats a battle cry
