ooc: That's fine man, no worries. We can have someone run yoru character for a bit, if anybody wants to go ahead if not I'll take over.
OOC: Hey Sharr I sort of forgot where Calistian Zathos is I think he is in the land raider with you but you never really acknowledged that so...
ooc: really? I thought I did? Well yes, Calistian is with Sharr in hte Land Raider. Just waiting for the Ambush to strike on the southern army. Then we move into the Barracks and have some fun >:3
High above, just below the clouds, the Raptors screamed across the skies like banshees. Below them the battle raged on, the flashes of guns out of sync with their dull, staccato outbursts. But the Raptors flew on. Their target was further away. At last, Ramiel gave the order: "Cut engines!" As one, the Astartes dropped to the ground. Special attachements to their jump-packs reacted to the wind whipping around them. This produced a loud, piercing wailing sound, resonating through anyone not fortunate enough to wear a sealed-helmet. To the Nobles and spread-out Praetorians below, it sounded like their doom had arrived. They clasped at their ears and doubled over in pain and fear. To the Chaos Marines, it sounded like singing. At the last moment, they fired their packs once more, slowing their descent enough not to kill. Their ceramite forms smashed into the ground below them, even the mere shockwaves causing the people to stumble and fall over nearby. "Kill them!" roared Ramiel. "KILL THEM ALL! MAKE THEM SUFFER FOR THEIR FALSE WORSHIP!" The Word Bearers replied. All who stood before them fell into pieces as they hacked and slashed with blinding speed. All the hapless victims saw was a blur of motion before heads were separated from their shoulders, torsos swiped in twain, slashes imprinted from hip to opposite shoulder. As they continued their killing spree, the blessings of Slaanesh heightened their sensations. Some roared with pleasure. Others laughed gleefully, none more so than Ramiel, who eschewed the use of his Power Mace in favor of his sharp Slaaneshi blade. He laughed as he killed, and killed, and killed.
At the front of the advancing army, Colonel Rion watched as sudden flairs from weapons blossomed over the road. The bang and whine of Imperial armaments carried a few minutes after the flash. The Vox channel was distorted from the death throes and panicked officers, followed by unholy screams. A voice broke over the static, flushed with panic and fear. "Where are they coming from?" "Hold formation damn you!" "Holy throne they're coming from the GAAAH!...." "Emperor's blood, it's a damn ambush! Someone bring up the tanks. Bring up the tanks! No no NO..." <static> "KILL THEM ALL! MAKE THEM SUFFER FOR THEIR FALSE WORSHIP!" The Vox still whined over the channel, Colonel Rion turned to the Captain atop his steed. "Captain Rou, get your Thunder Riders up there on the double! Captain Tanith, get those Sentinels moving damn you! I'm not letting these bastards get me off guard. Captain Pines, Captain Xin get your forces off the bloody road way." His staff of office banged against the armor of his Lemun Russ Tank, "Pilot get this column moving!" "Sir, yes sir!" Laying in wait, Sharr's attack force waited in the shadows of the Habs. Cultists, Traitor Guard, Legionaries and daemon engines eagerly awaited the orders. The corrupted priests and Warsmiths ensured the more ravenous of the Daemon engines were kept in tight check as they pulled and nagged against their chains. Through the daemon eye, Sharr observed the movements of the Praetorians. The eye slicing away layers of the Hab away like parchment as the humans appeared in alternating hues. Their meat and bones were as clear as water. Their fear and adrenaline palpable. His true eye turned to the winged mutant in his transport, "Mutant. Take to the skies and scout. Inform me when the Praetorians tank convoy moves past. Do not engage the Praetorians and do not let them see you. Fail me in this and I will clip your pretty wings." No sooner was the threat given, the daemon eye turned towards her. Already mapping out the key areas to cut. The Chaos Lord opened a Vox to Ramiel. "Continue your attack my Champion. Remember, I want the heads of their commanders. Do what you want with the rest. Once you have cleared a path, move in to support my attack on the Bastion." The Alarms of the Manufactorum blared as the massive reinforced doors melted away. Security forces responded, welding Las Guns and Chain Swords as they took up positions around the door. Bunkers aimed their Heavy weapons and readied for what ever came through the doors.
Tirana nods, she shudders slightly on the thought of getting her wings clipped she walks out of the land raider an D take to the sky. She looks down and looks after tanks or any other major threat. Her Sharp eyes noticing EVERY detail. She feels free up here, even though she really isn't
