Omnissiah's Gift - Mechanicum Forge Ship - High Orbit over Immundra V Labratorium Archmagos Veneratus Gearhart Griess stood in silent observation, as his servants placed the first of the crystal fragments into the containment chamber. Level 5 containment protocols were in effect. An Alpha-Level Null Field was on standby in order to prevent any mishaps. Everything was in readiness. Pict recorders were observing from multiple angles and a wide variety of experimentation apparatus were on hand. This would most likely prove to be a most enlightening series of test. [Commence Experiment 0001] Gearhart commanded. [Introduce Test Subject 001] The primary access airlock to the chamber hissed open. Two bulky servitors hauled in a young menial worker, a fresh faced female barely 18 years of age. Garbed in her simple crimson overalls and boots, she looked tiny and entirely out of place in the sterile room. Gearhart observed here intently through the think panes of armaglass. She was suitably healthy and had no genetic predisposition for psychic talent. A suitable control subject for his experiments. [Menial 74928371, designation Technician Tertius-Grade Amelia Wright] crackled Gearhart's almost human voice over the vox speakers in the chamber. [Proceed with your instructed task. Move towards the crystal fragment and grasp it] She did not move. Instead she looked around the chamber fearfully, not knowing where the voice was coming from. The one way glass did not help matters, as she could only she her own reflection staring back at her. [Servitor Gamma-47D, induce compliance in Menial 74928371] Gearhart ordered. The servitor obeyed, producing a shock-prod from it's arm and jabbing Amelia in the back. She was push forward by the sudden jab, and shuffled forwards as instructed. She had been raised in servitude to the Mechanicum her whole life and knew better then to disobey her technocratic overlords. She stopped in front of the pedestal that the fragment rested on. It was currently inert and entirely clear, like a large shard of a diamond. Her hesitation earned her another prod from the servitor. She whimpered, while reaching out and grasping the shard as commanded. The reaction was almost immediate. The shard came alive at the first contact with her skin. It suddenly blossomed into a kaleidoscope of colors, pulsing with an unnatural inner light. Amelia screamed, as her arm jerked and contorted, while her other hand tried desperately to pry it from her grasp. At last is came free, clattering to the deck, still pulsing and radiating a sickly light. Amelia's torment did not end however, as she grasped her head in both hands and screamed. Her words were an inconsistent babble and her eyes rolled back. She fell to knees and started to smash her head on the hard deck plates. Each crack of her skull splitting open the skin of her forehead. A suddenly as she started, she stopped suddenly. She rose to her feet on shakey legs, then proceeded to though herself against the one way glass, directly in front of where Gearhart silently observed her. Though he knew she could not see him, he knew that her mind was most likely no longer her own. She continued to screech at the glass and even started to claw at it, her fingers quickly run raw and bloody. When she started to foam at the mouth, Gearhart knew the experiment was over. A single command and the servitor unfolded a flamer and dosed Amelia in promethium. She continued to claw at the glass until her flesh gave out and collapsed into a charred heap. Her screams had changed to laughter just before her lungs had been seared shut. Intriguing to say the least. More tests would be needed of course. Gearhart knew he would need to work quickly, before Inquisitor Azrael got involved. That fool would destroy his samples and sequester his work away in an Inquisitorial archive. There was still so much to learn, but so little time. [Initiate sanitation protocol] he ordered at last. [Reset experiment site. Prepare Test Subject 002]
<Galgradak> As him and his entourage had beatn cut and shot their way to the landraider, Galgradak himself had also had the change to simply obliterate some of the servants of chaos with swings from his powerfist. As they got to the landraider and Megabash began cutting his way in, though terribly effective by many standards it was slow to Galgradak. "DIS iz ow you do its" he said as his powerfist grapped into some of the allready damegde sides and with the titanic strength it carried simply ripped open parts of the side of the landraider, a hole big enough for Galgradak to be the first one through. Though he was met by stinging bolter fire, some several rounds getting through his damegded armour, to then barely penetrade his skin and plasteel hard muscle. The chaos arstartes withing met their end much quicker as Galgradak himself returned fire in the kinda cramp space, it was a good thing Landraiders where so massive, even big orks could fit inside, especially when the arstates where dead. Some of Galgradaks guard came quickly after and butchered the rest of the warriors whoem had owned the tank before. "Megabash, get dis ear ride movin, iz been a gud scrap un oi need som fungy beer" Galgradak said as he moved to the back of the land raider, breaking open the only keg of fungus beer in his belt not ruined by the fighting. OOC: edit+ Knights have ion shields they are limited to protection to one side mostly
OOC: The knight is buffed up on immense psychic power. You can basically count it as having a void shield at the moment though the shield isn't evenly spread
<Megabash> "Left, Right, find a Tek git and get 'em on dis. " Both grots had just finished working in tandem to slam his scorchas fuel reserve paneling nice and tight. Climbing down with the aid of exposed wires, weapons lodged in his armor and loosened plating they skittered off to retrieve a Mek from a mob of burna boyz, only earning his attention when Right fired off his grot blasta and sent up a plume of sparks to get Megabash's attention. A sheet of armor cracking rounds gunned down several pyromaniacs, a chain of make shift incendiary grenades made out of them all the Mek balked and hurried over before he was next. Clambering inside that Land Raider was -made- to move, whatever infernal being or spirit still controlled it beat into submission by the invulnerable Orkish psyche and its reality bending powers. Both attendant grots back on his shoulders second in command watched Galgradak ride off in the lumbering leviathan with a snort before turning back toward whatever fight was left to be had. "Left 'urry up an jump in, Iz like a grilled fatty squig in me quartahs before da I return, Right yooz too, make sure dere some boilin Squig oil dere, need somin ta scorch me throat wiff. " Slamming power choppa into the dirt he casually chucked both grots straight into the land raiders open back side, head canting casually as a mutant almost as large as himself attempted to level an auto-cannon at him. A brief tongue lashing from his scorcha barrels left it a moot point. Slowly but steadily lumbering behemoth made his way back from the current engagement, dispatching cultist fodder or anything stupid enough to pursue in the meantime. At a fair distance away Megabash stopped to watch everything go down, Commissar and Knight getting buried in Dok Boom's bombardment, 'ead Ztompa was out there flying around somewhere. A smoldering mountain of twisted steel was being dragged away from the fight by several scrap haulers, that shoddy excuse for a battle fortress hadn't been anywhere near what he hoped. At least the Meks would be done with his current project soon enough, next time there would be quite a bit of krumpin' an shootin'....very much indeed. For what might be the last time today comm bead was activated. "Alfa Git, take yooz cowahds an track dat worm fingy, follow it on down da second hole, see if anyfing uv worth is down dere. Might gives us fancy flankin' routes or lead ta more uv dem zzappy crystals. " "Got it. " Vox silence from there on out once more as twenty three surviving Kommandoes gathered near the edge of the massive worm gribblies exit crater and began prepping climbing gear, making their descent while battle raged on the surface above. (@Wincent )
(OOC: You guys are writing as if the Eldar were still there to fight.) When the Astartes had retreated, so had the Eldar. Few were those that were reached by the much-slower Orks. (OOC: And since botting others is invalid, I reserve the right to...) Obvious were the Orken intentions, and the Corsairs were above ignoring their priorities to chase these meaningless creatures - spores, with big axes, no more and no less. The jetbikes did not chase, instead adhering to their hit-and-run strategies until they were all out of harm's way. They had lost more than a dozen against the Astartes, but Corsairs walked the Path of Danger, and they knew the risks. (OOC: Thanks for the jetbikes? Which jetbikes? Bot me again and it's your head, Ork.)
Dalimond stared at the knight looming over him, he clenched his fists in his contempt of the abomination that had just destroyed the rest of his Leman Russ squadron, his grip tightened on the bolt pistol and his power sword crackled with intense energy as the flickers of intense anger danced in the Jacob's eyes. He was not scared at all by the threat, the mere presence of the heretical machinery in front of him was only serving to escalate the Commissar's already incandescent rage. The tank was spared from imminent destruction by the untimely arrival of even more Ork artillery which seemed to have been focused explicitly on their position, the artillery though woefully inaccurate was still serving to effectively pound the entire area with ordnance. The chaotic knight standing between the artillery and the Leman russ tank suffered most of the barrage being both a much bigger target and also unwittingly sheltering the lone tank from sustaining considerable damage. The bombardment had knocked the knight off balance its shield flickering from the unexpected attack on its rear, Dalimond saw the chance to make his move. The Vox operator was still sitting inside the Leman Russ tank itself he was quailing at the sight of the gargantuan monster standing overhead, visibly shaking he had wet his seat in his fear and was presently sitting in a puddle of his own filth. Disgusted Jacob kicked at the man violently striking at the man with his boot against the side of the man's head, before pointing his bolt pistol at the broken man, through gritted teeth he hissed his order. 'Get me the Valkyrie squadrons, all the squadrons and all the Infantry platoons get me the Leman Russes get me the Chimeras and every last blasted piece of artillery we have left including the anti air batteries, get me them quickly or else I swear to the Emperor will execute every damn guardsman in this tank and take this thing on myself!' Nodding meekly the operator tended to his vox equipment trying to ignore his own mess, with shaking hands he handed the Commissar the communicator who snatched the device from the trembling guardsman's hands. raising the speaker to his mouth Dalimond spoke clearly his voice did not waver even as the noise of the continuing bombardment rained down around him. 'All units this is a top priority alert, disengage all target and focus your fire on the enemy superheavy. I repeat disengage all targets and focus fire on enemy superheavy unit.' upon finishing Dalimond dropped the communicator and moved to get back inside the tank, he was revolted by the Vox operator and moved to stay clear of his seat instead moving to near where the pilot was presently standing by. 'Full reverse pilot but keep enough power to maintain use of the Lascannon' The engine rumbled as the Leman Russ tank started reversing backwards from the traitor warmachine, before the Knight could react it was bombarded by a volley of hellstrike missiles from a nearby squadron of Valkyries the impact causing the flickering shields to flare briefly. Another volley of shots came from the remaining Basilisks raining down a barrage of Earthshaker rounds on top of the Knight, coupled with the still ongoing barrage of Ork artillery the shield of the warmachine now strained to the limit finally failed. The damaged war engine now open to attack then suffered a storm of lascannon, missile and autocannon shots from various imperial bunkers and strong points including a number of Icarus lascannon shots from the inner defenses itself rupturing its adamantium armor with a fusillade of heavy weapons fire. The Leman Russ tanks from the other squadron also opened fire the battle cannons roaring as high explosive rounds impacted the armored plating. the remaining chimeras too opened fire where they could trying to open fire on the knights side armor where the plating was weak enough for them to potentially damage. As the punisher moved out of the Knights shadow it became subject to the intense artillery barrage of both Imperial and Ork fire, as it moved numerous shells started impacting its exterior causing severe damage to the robust vehicle. An Earthshaker round hit one of the side sponsons destroying the weapon and killing its gunner creating a gaping hole in the side of the vehicle, a spare box of punisher rounds started exploding and was kicked out of harms way by the quick reactions of the tank commander. Another hit from the Orks artillery impacted the turret of the Punisher tank destroying the barrels of the Gatling gun and killing the vox operator where he was presently sitting. some of the shrapnel from the Ork artillery round shot past Dalimond's ear and impacted the back of the head of the front lascannon sponson gunner who whimpered briefly reaching for the wound before going limp. Another volley of hellstrike rockets from the Valkyrie wracked the Knight and finally the monstrous abomination of both machine and flesh collapsed face first into the trenches in front of it just short of where the Punisher tank had reversed, its impact sent plumes of dirt high into the air creating a dust storm. The tank now presently smoking and barely functioning rumbled to a halt just as the air started to clear, around it the artillery barrage of both Imperial and Orkish still rained down onto to the surrounding terrain sending showers of dirt up into the air. The beast tried to get back on its feet exposing its face as it attempted to raise itself from the dirt where the concentrated fire had laid it low, the ion shield sparked and dangled helplessly by its face its function ceased by the impact of the fall. Dalimond pushed his way past the dead body of the Lascannon sponson gunner and trained the sights onto the head of the fallen knight as he aimed precisely his face remained serious, he spoke out loud before pulling the trigger. 'Praise the Emperor groxsucker' The lascannon shot from the nearly wrecked Punisher sponson gun screamed out of the barrel, the beam of anti armor fire impacted the forehead of the fallen knight and penetrated its armor working its way deeper inside the warmachine. Something exploded inside the abomination and the back of the Knight exploded into a fountain of fire, flesh and scrap metal, the warmachine with nothing left to give collapsed back into the dirt and lay still the fire on its back still burning like an inferno. Inside the Punisher tank Dalimond had sat back in the gunner's seat and looked up at the ceiling, there was still a battle to fight and artillery shells were still raining down around him but for the time being he needed a pause in times like this he needed to give thanks to the Emperor.
Caedessin had been rammed against the Adamantium wall. Her hardened fluid bones barely holding in place after the massive impact. Her body had hit the floor, her figure had rolled away from the Astartes, and now looked up to the helmet in defiance. The Fallen Angel had charged her, and his hit would have been lethal if it hadn't been for her Ghostplate's force field bouncing them both away from each other - the micro-generators wouldn't hold another impact. The Iylaadr Lacerai leapt backwards, spiralling in the air as her Razorflails wove nightmarish tales around her. She was not in optimal shape for this anymore. A secret command was given, and the floodlights of a crimson Wave Serpent hit the Chaos Space Marine like a wave as the vehicle sped up to ram him.
OOC: aw zog it... So should I just delete all I write before? Also, can't I even bot enemy NPCs? I was waiting for you telling something about your troops, but since yu didn't mention anything..... .....I zogged it up, d'dn't I?
(OOC: Could you please ASK before acting when it comes to the crystals? I didn't plan for the crystal to be of THAT nature)
