The claw was fast, fueled by fury and hate but lacked finesse and was easy to see coming and Tarantus rolled from its path "you know nothing of honour, i have said nothing about honour. I will die here, either by your hand or the reactors overloading due to your attack, i could leap into this chasm and evade you if i survive until my ship explodes. Your god would be displeased with that i think, all i want is to know that if do fight and slay you, i can die pleased knowing you will not be able to cheat your way back into life. Why should i fight you and give you and your god the satisfaction of my death if i gain nothing from it?"
Name -- Zermilion Class -- Havoc Rank -- (Pre-Heresy) Sergeant Standard Loadout: *Autocannon(Ripped from a slain Ultramarine Terminator and reforged with the powers of the Warp) *x3 Frag, x4 Kraken Grenades. *Spiked Halo(torn from a Ultramarine Force Commander and reforged to suit his style) *Left hand is a clawed Powerfist, most likely used to rip apart any who get too close to him, or force any cowards back to the battlefield. Unique Wargear Attributes: *Has an enlarged ammo carrier, Autocannon belt fed from the carrier. *Spiked Halo glows with energies from the warp, allowing his rounds to burn their targets with warp energies. *Chaos Warped Terminator Armor, possibly stolen from a fallen Ultramarine Terminator... Tusk protruding through the Helemt. Physical Description: One notice that this Chaos Havoc's armor is spiked, to increase the chance of his opponents to be intimidated. When his helmet is removed, one would notice his hair was black, reaching to the side of his face, but his right eye was cybernetic, to help with targeting. There was scarring around his face, probably from warp burns and forging of his armor and weapons. On his forehead, one would notice the Chaos Star for Chaos Undivided... Showing that he follows the same path, as the venerated Primarch Perturabo. He wears a breather over his mouth, to help him be able to endure hazardous environments for long periods of time. His belt seems to have the skull of a fallen Space Marine, the Chaos Star carved into it's forehead, as a form of personal boasting. From the looks of him, it is unknown which Chaos God favors this Havoc. Notable Characteristics: He is greatly loyal to Perturabo, willing to die if his Primarch commands him to. In this, he'll take pleasure in slaughtering -any- Imperial Fists or Ultramarines that he'll come across..... Feeling no remorse, no fear, he'll just walk into battle, his autocannon unleashing a hell of warp empowered bolter rounds. He seems to favor all out destruction, destroying the enemy completely before moving on. (( First time making a character sheet for Warhammer 40k xD ))
The Havoc slowly walked into the area, eyeing what's going on and lets out a low chuckle. "Heh... Thirsting for blood already. This War is going to be a fun one, though... Do hope we don't kill each other before we battle the Loyalist Scum, first." He makes his way to one of the corners, and just watches what's going on, working with his Autocannon and making sure that it is ready for the battle to come.
Kragg is grows tired of lookimg around the dreadnaught and heads to the hanger in a hurried pace to see if the portals are operating
(OOC: Good day, all. It's been awhile since this roleplay was active and I felt it would be in poor spirit to let it go unfinished. So, I will be reviving this post and continuing the progression of the story as was originally planned. This roleplay is also going to be serving as the backstory for my own character and how he arrives at Arkhona, so I feel it needs to be finished for continuity's sake). From the Command Bridge of the Tyrant's Gaze Warsmith Golvar let a breath escape through his rebreather. It was grainy and metallic, like shards of glass cascading over a metal grating. He turned to his second-in-command, Arch-Sorcerer Korvox, who was stood static just off to the side of the command throne, arms hovering out to each side and head cocked back. His skin was pallid and veiny, charcoal black and ravaged by the scars of mutilation. Violet tendrils of warp stuff danced along the surface of his straining, sinuous flesh and his eyes had rolled back into his head in his communion with the warp. "Have you located him yet?" Without showing any sort of physical acknowledgement, the sorcerer replied as if in the middle of a very delicate process, his voice thin and hoarse, "These things do take time, you know." His lip arched faintly. "Being that the Wrath of Iron is infested with warp spawn doesn't make it a particularly simple task either. Too many presences to sort through." "Don't give me excuses, Sorcerer, give me results. How soon?" The Warsmith clicked his teeth behind his rebreather. "Soon. I believe I have him. He is being pursued by a very powerful presence in the warp." "Can you retrieve him? "Possibly. How is our gellar field." "Holding. What of it?" "We may not be able to retrieve Tarantus this way without his 'friend' coming along for the ride..." Golvar considered this for a moment and directed his attention to the pict-screens showing the status of the Wrath of Iron. "Where is this presence currently?" "Fourteenth level, close to the engineering deck." The Warsmith flared his nostrils in agitation. It was just as he'd thought. The most damage to the Wrath of Iron was being wrought internally by whatever presence was pursuing Warsmith Tarantus. He couldn't afford to bring such a destructive force aboard his ship. Korvox strained to look at his master, limbs taut with exertion. "What do you want me to do, Warsmith?" Golvar still stared at the pict-screen showing the slowly dying Wrath of Iron. "I never liked Tarantus much anyways." Elsewhere aboard the Tyrant's Gaze Captain Rhuul had rendezvoused with the remaining Raptors under his command. The bodies of cult soldiers and janissaries were piled across the floor, rivers of blood seeping together and coagulating into black-red pools where they did not find a drain to escape through. Rhuul loosed three shots from his bolt pistol, ending the existences of a few more amalgamous warp spawn (or perhaps only one. It was difficult to tell). He stepped away from the line of hacking chainswords, opening a private vox link, and his raptors closed ranks to compensate for the gap. "Thur'Servorr. You have new orders. My raptors can hold the enginarium, you are to report to the starboard command deck with whatever remains of your retinue and take over command of Captain Hrulk's forces there. They're sorely lacking in melee presence and the Captain suffered a head for it. I expect this is no issue for you." Without waiting for a reply, Traxius turned back to the line and rejoined his raptors hacking back at the fleshling horde. They were slowly running out of ammunition. Somewhere within the Wrath of Iron Sure enough, Tarantus' luck would pay off. As Kha'al'gak'hra reared his weapon to strike the Warsmith down, the weakened girders that supported the floor gave way under his immense weight and the raging bloodthirster was swallowed up by the mangled bowels of the engineering decks, sinking further down. This would buy Tarantus precious time to continue with his escape. He had evaded death one more time, but whether his luck would hold out remained to be seen. The shattered blast door below him still hung open. The nearest hangar would not be far...
(OOC: If you want to start this again... I would actually suggest that we redo the characters I have kinda lost the idea how my character was, mind wise then)
(OOC: That's up to your discretion. Mine is perfectly fine where he is. If you like, you can just read back through the story to get your groove again).
