"Well I guess we had better get moving" Tzys and Calistian look around for anymore materials but find nothing "So did you have anywhere to go?"
Walking north east for 22.75 hours has proved fruitless. I believe following you both would be the best course of action... since you seem to have warp enhanced perception, correct? *Leans in close to Tzys for a better look*
"That is correct, I believe that most of the beings on this planet have no Warp signature and we can use that to our advantage as we will be able to find others people who are stranded here, I did sense two people north"
*Hawnuu, still pinned down, shoots 4 bolter rounds in the general direction of the xenos, without looking. One of the bolter shells hit a xeno right over the knee, blowing up the xenos leg. Another bolter round hits the xenos, and this time it hits him in the abdomen, blowing up inside him and spraying blood and organs everywhere. The third bolter shell hits the other xeno in the left arm, blowing it up. While his arm is spraying blood everywhere, another bolter shell reaches him, hitting his right leg, which explodes in a rain of blood and bones. Hawnuu then looks out of his cover. All the xenos have been purged, and to that, he says: "I need to be more careful next time."* (Hawnuu has 190 rounds left for his standard bolter.) (OOC: I have no idea how, but seems like the dice wanted the xenos dead.) (OOC 2: Remember, you don't play with a dice, I just found it a good way to balance my character. BUT, and this is a big but, if you ever battle against me, you'll need dice.)
(OOC: Here's Tyrael and Balthazar's awakening ) Tyrael woke up in the cockpit of the Thunderhawk. He looks around and sees a fallen battle-brother and he received a minor wound in the face and body pain. " Where am i ? " He asked himself as he tries to get up but the pain of the impact took a toll in him but he shrugged it off like it was nothing . " What happened " he then enters the Cabin where the Space marines are held during planetfall and sees it was ripped to half. He then picks up a botler from the carcass of a fallen brother " Is their any survivors " He thought to himself. then he hears a groaning sound he then tires to find the source of the sound half excited for a battle-brother and half cautions for unknown Xenos. " Who's their " he then readies his bolter for any * Unexpected surprises * " Tyrael . . . Brother is that you " Tyrael praised the emperor for a single Battle-brother survived " Sargent Balthazar you . . you survived " He then notice Balthazar was stuck on the ground due to a debris on him " Help me up here Tyrael " asked Balthazar. Tyrael quickly help rid the debris off Balthazar and helps him on his feet " Where are we Tyrael " Tyrael noticed a Chainsword and Bolt gun holstered in his belt " I don't know brother " They head for outside and saw nothing but wide open space " What now " asked Tyrael " I don't know Tyrael but have faith in the emperor for i have a feeling we aren't alone in this world "
" Hey Balthazar " Tyrael was looking as the customize bolter he had " What happened here " Balthazar was unsure because he too doesn't know the answer " I don't know Brother. but thank the Emperor we are alive " He was checking his Chainsword for any Damage " So what do we got "Said Tyrael " We got " 5 Bolters ( With 4 ammos ) 1 Heavy bolter 3 krak grenades ( My personal fav ) A broken Land speeder a Chainsword " That's all " said Tyrael " Well yes. . "said Balthazar " I rounded them up so we can move south from here " Said Balthazar as he was counting his ammo for his bolter " Why south " asked Tyrael " Don't know but trust me "
The xenos immediately began constructing booby traps of various size, technological level and intricacy within the increasingly spacious hollow ground, ranging from pitfalls and spikes to camouflaged autoturrets. Under normal circumstances, even hardy beings such as the Locust would be incredibly fatigued by such arduous work. However, whenever the drones felt signs of fatigue, their leader would begin a mystical chant, enveloping them in a faint shimmer. They would return to the brisk pace that they had been working on, as if they had just begun recently, rather than doing backbreaking work for hours.
