Margonal looks at the outpost. she smiles softly as she holds her halberd. she stands on the vheicle and aims the halberd towards the ooutpost. She begins to shoot down guards where she can while she giggles "seems as I shed the first blood"
the space marine had followed the others onto the transports thinking it was possibly the only thing he could do his head felt like he was run over by a land raider. he sair in a transport and could see the others jumping onto the vehicle to suit. He grabbed the combibolter at his side and began moving they may need help. Get up Move You idiot. The voices began to say in his head. he began to move past the psyker throwing flames and raised his bolter as another voice raised its roar inside of his head. THE CHAPTER REMBERE THE CHAPTER. he seem to duck as the voice spoke. he raised his bolter and began firing back at the soldiers and turned back to the others "Hey um mam were are we?" the marine asked the commisar women
<Lord Chef Ramsay> More Raiders rode up, this time disgorging a horde of Chaos Space Marines, led by a massive Lord on a Juggernaut as they charged the gates of the imperial base. Heavy Bolter rounds impacted around him, but he cared not. He had just come from Hell, and these Imperials were about to get served.
Rick gets up, tensing in excitement, eager to indulge in the buffet he was sure would come. On instinct, Rick activated his warp field, not knowing what was going on but his predatory instincts began to kick in. He knew, somehow, that prey was near. Rick "looks" to his new human friend. "Food!" Rick's attention was drawn to the loud, obnoxious... thing, talking to his friend. He smells... so very, very good. Rick subconsciously draws closer to him, his mouth watering and his talons beginning to rise...
OOC: i assume we are still in the maelstrom? IC: a heavy bolter position was firing down on the raiders, dark red smoke began enveloping the position, and suddenly there was an (at least) 8 feet tall, cloven footed, horned, flaming daemon with a ridiculously huge sword standing in the middle of the gun crew he began twirling the sword around as if it weighed nothing, cutting the defenders to bits, humming a pleasant tune as he did so, before calmly walking towards the next position, humming to himself
OOC: Everyone's favourite Oversized Rhino seems to be getting rather crowded. Everyone watch your step when you disembark, don't want to go tripping over your comrades, now do you?
OOC: Yeah, you really, REALLY don't want Rick stepping on your feet... or anything else, for that matter.
OOC from what I read there was 3 raiders and the tyranid is alone in one while the others are in two others and one is filled with motivate gaurdsmen
Vixith climbed up so it could see the enemy, with a great daemonic roar all the guns attached to it opened fire with a defining roar of pure badassery
Name: Cain Gender: Space Marine Faction: Night Lords Sub-Faction: Cain Super Trait:Everywhere and Nowhere Due To having his soul fondled with by a Lord of Change Cain somehow always is where he needs to be. this is both a good and a bad thing as he is just as likely to vanish just as he is about to win as he is to pop up behind his enemy's back while he is sleeping. He however suffers from stage fright and "can't do it when you are watching". Gear: Night Lord Power armour Chain Glaive Flash-bang and smoke grenades Bolt Pistol Trait: Psychopath Cain has absolutely no problem with murder, rape, torture or any other violent act. Spear Cain may charge and tackle anyone to the ground. whenever he feels like it... Bad trait: Possessive Cain will hate anyone who touches his equipment... and will probably shove his chain-glaive up their ass... Hatred (you all) Cain doesn't like anything...
