The apprentice nodded simply and looked to Arani. "From the cove of many treasures blue? Or the planet's own reserve of instruments that kill? I... I think this inquiry was a rhethoric one? Forgive me my stupidity." Waving gingerly towards the people down there, she moved back on ground level and wracked her brain for her past life. Where exactly did they keep the weapons? Like a lost specter, she walked through the street, looking for someone who looked like he knew where to find the weapons for the people, murmuring "Weapons to arm people, people to arm weapons. Weapons to arm people, people to use weapons..." on and on, mostly to herself.
(OOC: the best RP of a new chaos follower I have seen ) KAIRETH 1 - Streets The streets of Kaireth is busy.. All civilians is moving towards the evacuation ships. even some men. While the guards are getting ready for the coming hive fleet. everyone is far too busy to care for the woman walking amongst them. KAIRETH 2 - Ork frontier. The Broodmother looks at the horde of orks. They are not giving up, Not even the might of the Tyranids can beat them back like this. She roars loudly as she steps forwards. To break this stalemate the "boss" needs to die. The huge ork roars his Waaaaagh as he smashes right and left, killing Tyranids in the hundred. He lifts his head as he sees the massive broodmother and he grins "THERE IS 'OME GOOD FIGHTING! COME ON BOYZ! WAAAAAAAAAGH!" The orks charge forwards, trying to get into range of the broodmother.
OOC: Thank you. I'm drawing on some experience of playing a Malkavian in oWoD here. Though Yriel is toned down - and decidedly more silly than scary insane. IC: Noticing she wasn't even acknowledged, and in a rare second of absolute clarity, she stopped walking and yelled, "THE ASTARTES NEED WEAPONS TO ARM THE PEOPLE! WE NEED TO DEFEND OUR HOME! THE LIFES WE BUILT! LEAD ME TO THE WEAPONS AND WE WILL FIGHT SIDE BY SIDE, YOU COWARDS!"
KAIRETH 1 - Streets The guardsmen turns their heads to the woman. A sargeant comes closer and looks down on her, and surprisingly enough it is the sargeant of her old group. "We are doing the best we can, woman. SO CALM DOWN... hey, haven't I seen you before?" He narrows his eyes and leans closer, looking at her "Anyway, don't scream like that. You are making the civilians more nervous than they need to be"
"Yes, you have," Yriel said, looking up to the man without fear. "The Astartes took me in, to serve them, and to aid them in understanding - and saving - the people. But the people need to cooperate - they must take up arms themselves! Otherwise the malicious Evil will overcome you - we are not enough by far, but if we become one, if we all fight, we may achieve true victory."
KAIRETH 1 - Streets The Sargeant blinks. He tilts his head "Private Darminson? What has happend to you?!" He looks at her up and down, and actually seems a bit worried. "W-what you say is true though. We... need to stand together. The weapons are stored down by this block and down the left path. There is the weapon storehouse" He scratches his neck, still looking at her up and down.
OOC: I assume it would be within reason to assume that a collection of powerful Psykers such as the Thousand Sons could communicate telepathically with one another?
OOC: Will assume Arani is aware of Lykus's predicament then Yriel could hear Arani's voice inside her head: "Apprentice, I will be back momentarily, Lykus has run into trouble with the Governor" The Champion stepped back and walked into the complex where he could not be seen, and a warp portal opened up, three Astartes followed behind him, summoned by Sufaldi's mental command. They stepped through the portal, synchronized with their Lord's approximate location, and appearing outside the Governor's doorway. Already forewarned to the Orbs' presence, Arani's Daemon Sword becomes a blur as he steps through the doorway, making short work of the two orbs. The three Chaos Space Marines follow behind him, wielding a plasma gun or a bolter and pumping rounds into the bolter turrets, quickly turning them into piles of scrap.
<Short before Intervention by @MetalDog4 > The Sorcerer smirked under his mask. "A psyker blocker." He simply commented and nodded. "You had a chance, Governor." He grabbed a regular Bolt Pistol with telekinetsis from his waist-belt and put it on a distance, then aimed it right on his own chest, triggering it and then letting it drop. "THE GOVERNOR IS A HERETIC! HE SHOT ME AND NOW HIDES BEHIND HIS SHIELDS! THE GOLDEN COBRAS ASSUME CONTROL OF THIS WORLD TO SAVE THE SUB-SECTOR! THE LORD-GOVERNOR IS IMMEDIATELY TO BE SEEN AS A HERETIC AND HUNTED UNTIL WE CAN DRAG HIM IN FRONT OF THE INQUISITION FOR JUDGMENT!" The Astartes Vox was broadcasted upon the world, by using the frequency of the speaker-transmitters. "People of Kaireth! You have the choice to either listen to me and my chapter, or follow a heretic governor! Any resistance will be understood that you fight for the traitor and therefor turned your back on the Imperium. Fight for the Astartes, fight for the Imperium, fight for your home! The choice is yours!" Lykus said just as the explosions could be heard. Even if the turrets would had have time to attack the sorcerer, a warp field guarded him, summoned to protect, the moment they extended.
