The Dauntless Crusade IC
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				Title: <strong>The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 04:24:09</strong>
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				Grand General Bracker looked at his chronometer once again. He'd been doing so every few minutes since he had arrived on the battleship's bridge. The crusade fleet was quickly approaching it's destination, and with it the crusade's first taste of war. They had been traveling through the accursed warp for well on two weeks. But the God-Emperor only knew how long it would have been in the real universe once they emerged...He hated traveling through the warp, everything about it was wrong. The dreams, the unreliability, the inherent danger. But there was nothing that could be done about it. It was a necessary evil. <br><br>Looking across the bridge he saw the naval ratings going about their assigned jobs, the machine slaves hard wired directly into their stations. His eyes came to rest on one of the creatures in particular as it went about it's mindless task, it's fingers working away at it's control counsel even as it's thoughtless eyes stared ever forward. "Hmgghhfff" he grunted turning away and forcing his thoughts onto other things. They would be leaving the war soon. It was time to begin the final preparations for the crusade's first combat action. Briefings would take place, weapons issued, squads prepared. Without looking at it he spoke to the servo skull hovering by his side "Relay following information, This is General Bracker to all crusade units. Begin briefing and war preparations immediately" <br><br><hr>Lieutenant Devri and his command squad had just received their orders and objectives...It looked like there was going to be a tough fight for his platoon. He and his command squad were already geared up and ready to deploy. All that was left was to inform the squads under his command. This wasn't the 7th's first time in combat and it wasn't his first time in command of the platoon. He knew that his Guardsmen would do their duty. Even if a good number of them weren't going to make it back. As he and his squad entered the briefing room a naval armsman called out "ATTENTION!" and the scuttlebutt that had been going on in the room died down imminently as his platoon, and the various support elements assigned to it jumped to their feet "as you were" he said as he took the podium at the front of the briefing room. His eyes scanning to make sure no one was missing before beginning the briefing. <br><br><hr>Brother Captain Batiatus received the general's message in his command ear piece and said "Off" and immediately turned and left the strike cruiser's training area where he had been sparring with several combat servitors as the half man half machine constructs powered down. Speaking into his communicator he opened a channel that would allow him to speak over the ship's speaker system "all marines this is Brother Captain Batiatus the time has come for war, proceed to your personal quarters, prepare for combat, and make your way to your squad's deployment station. He continued to walk towards his quarters as the words left his lips. As he entered his quarters he turned of the communicator and began to prepare himself for the coming battle. Whispering his prayers to the Emperor and donning his Terminator armor. <br><br>As soon as his armor was fully on he proceeded to his squad's drop pod. Already relaying objectives to his squad leaders who would in turn inform their squads. He would give his own squad their orders in person. <br><br><hr><br>Palatine Corley rose from where she had been knelt in prayer. She was already wearing her armor and was fully armed. Knowing that their departure from the warp could not be far off she had elected to prepare early. Using her own communicator she patched in to the comlinks, of all her battle sisters "Sisters, the time has come to purge the enemies of The Immortal Emperor. Come join me in the chapel in preparation for the coming battle." She then closed the channel and bowed her head before the image of the Emperor that was hanging above the chapel's alter, waiting calmly in silence. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 06:34:58</strong>
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				Awaking drenched in cold sweat in typical fashion the Sister purified her mind and body from the cycle before, she had always had "the nightmare", but it was always worse in the warp. In her dim spartan-like quarters Sister Karress sang the Hymnal of Intolerance as she preformed the rites of maintenance to her personal equipment, with a melodic hum she cleans and oils her blessed weapons, the small room smelled of sweet spice and bitter ash.&nbsp; Taking great care to make sure each is in order, one by one she caresses them as she prays, finishing she presses her warm lips against the cold, etched, scorched barrel of her inferno pistol in a silent final ritual before turning to ready her armor for morning prayers.<br><br>As she finishes encasing herself in her form fitting armor she stops briefly and touches the deep scars of her face, the Sister recites a final, quiet blessing before opening the door. Leaving she walks down the cramped, confined halls of the ship, her comm comes to life, and with the words of Palatine Corley received she made haste to the chapel with zeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 07:16:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nicodemus</strong></span><br><br>Nicodemus had been prepared for this order since they entered the warp. As such wasn't surprised when the order finally came down.&nbsp; He nodded in acknowledgment of the order and went about prepping him self mentally and physically for combat. Being from a tribal world he had always kept a few rituals he always did before combat.&nbsp; One of which was he still dawned face paint before battle. His other was he always said&nbsp; two prayers while dawning his war paint.<br><br>Nicodemus donned his armor while he prayed to the Emperor.&nbsp; "Emperor guide me.&nbsp; Emperor protect me from the rigors I am about to face.&nbsp; Bless me Emperor as i carry out your will.&nbsp; Emperor guide my blade, and should i fall Emperor receive me unto your blessed throne."&nbsp; Upon finishing his First prayer he grabbed his helmet and put it on. Making sure his vox unit was off Nicodemus started into his second prayer to his ancestors.&nbsp; Speaking in his native tongue Nicodemus prays" Ancestors guide me and look down upon me as i go into battle against my enemies." He grabs both of his chain-swords and places them by on his hips."Ancestors, I will not disappoint you now."&nbsp; With that he grabs his plasma pistol and places it into its holster on his right thigh. <br><br>With a high pitched war cry, Nicodemus runs down towards his Deployment Station<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 08:40:52</strong>
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				Sergeant Crassius was learning more about the men in his squad. He only had a few of his fellow Belkans with him, the rest were a mixture of the other regiments mixed in. He hadn't yet gotten to remember all of their names but he knew a few, Brind Darius was one of them, he was the squad vox operator. He would need to try and keep him alive or at least keep the vox working. He was proud, proud of a chance to make Belka proud to be a part of the Imperium, proud of the chance to prove his troops in combat, and most importantly, proud to show the God Emperor his faith through a trial by fire. He took all of this in and took a moment to pray hoping that his fallen comrades and their beloved commissar would watch over them and guide them with the Emperor's holy truth. <br><br>He was snapped out of his prayer as the Lieutenant called for attention. He immediately formed his squad and echoed the order just as the other sergeants. They're boots snapped in perfect unison as the order was given. Now was the time for their orders, the time to prove themselves was close at hand. He was almost trembling in anticipation. He had heard that the Regimental Commissar would follow them into battle. He hoped that the men in his command wouldn't be cowards. They all needed this, the troopers had been on edge ever since they had been crammed because the Sisters Sororitas took their original quarters. They had a strong faith but they were too fanatical in his mind. The men were afraid of them and the attitude of the Sororitas towards them didn't improve the morale. The fight would get their blood pumping again and they would vent their many frustrations on the enemies of the God-Emperor. His mind wandered back into reality as he waited silently for the Lieutenant to give them their briefing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 12:34:13</strong>
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				At the Grand General's call, Inquisitor Pallas smiled to himself. He paused the holo he was watching, and put everything he had out away, then proceeded to dress himself in his full regalia. He stopped in front of a full length mirror, not a matter of vanity of course, but because he represented the Inquisition, and dared not be seen by anyone outside of his small retinue improperly. He removed his glove and rubbed his chin and cheek, making a note to shave within the next three days if possible. For now, though, the stubble was acceptable. He straightened his belt, upon which was sheathed his blade and holstered his bolt pistol. Perfectionist that Pallas was, he'd even less dare see the Grand General himself crookedly.<br><br><br>He stepped into the corridor, closing and locking the door to his quarters behind him, and walked for the bridge. The Inquisitor left his retinue to prepare and present themselves in their own time. He sent a short vox to them, "On the bridge when you're ready." Making his own way there, Pallas tried not to smile to himself every time someone stopped, averted their eyes or dodged around him as they made their way to their stations. It was as if they feared the Inquisitor could smell or see a heresy on them as easily as a wart, and a part of him enjoyed it. It tended to make things easier, because the real heretics were the ones who would try to hide unease in his presence. And the ones completely at ease? Either other Inquisitors, ancient warriors, or daemons. Catching on to that quickly helped him become an Inquisitor all the more quickly.<br><br><br>Pallas walked onto the bridge, stopping to stand next to the Grand General. "It relieves me to be coming out of the Warp. I was beginning to run out of things to do in my quarters." He clasped his hands together behind his back, watching the viewports ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 13:59:54</strong>
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				When the words of Brother Captain Batiatus came to his ear, his head rose from a slightly bowed state, for he had been meditating on the teachings of his Chapter and of the Emperor, blessed he be for eternity. Rising from his knees, his powerful form shook for a moment, limbs loosened, his multiple hearts started beating faster as he got excited. Crixus was always ready to make war, it was his fuel and his passion, service to the Chapter and to the Emperor! He was no regular Space Marine, not a rank and file member of the Adeptus Astartes, if such a thing existed. No.....Crixus, was <em>first</em> company. When he moved to arm up, it was not into a suit of power armour, it was a suit of <em>Tactical Dreadnought Armour</em>. <br><br>He was a Terminator. <br><br>Crixus already stood tall, even for a Space Marine, but in the massive bulk of his sacred armour he was colossal among men. It shone perfectly, the techmarines tended to it well, once in-cased, the smell of oils he wore was impossible to pick up through his hull. Only the smell of cold ceramite. In one powerful hand he took up his Thunder Hammer, in the other his Storm Shield, his Heavy Flamer attached to the back of his waist, his Storm Bolter attached to his leg like a regular marine might attach a regular bolter to theirs, and of course, his Cyclone Missile Launchers atop his shoulders. Yes......Crixus was ready to make war. <br><br>Slamming the Thunder Hammer to the Storm Shield's front as he moved, he riled both himself and others up. He wasn't the fastest of movers when adorned in a suit of Terminator Armour, but he still managed some speed down the corridors and through the hallways as he closed the distance between his quarters and the Drop Pad launch bay, others were already present when he arrived, not surprising, they only had to adorn power armour.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Crixus, reporting in and ready for large scale murder</strong>." He always was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 18:17:19</strong>
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				Master Sergeant Haimes stood from a kneeing position in the&nbsp; Lunar class cruiser's Reclusiam, finishing her nearly silent prayer for the guidance and watchful eye of the Emperor. "Ever watchful is He who brings Light unto the galaxy, protecting His faithful from enemies without and within." She turns and makes her way out, the room packed with guardsmen of all kinds, Eccesiarchy missionaries and priests, even a Space Marine or two. Finally passing through huge double doors big enough to fly a Valkyrie through, Haimes begins to jog through the well used halls, towards the hanger bays full of the Imperial Navy's aircraft. Entering the monstrously large room from a upper catwalk entrance, she leaps over the railing, and flutters the grav-chute on with a soft whine of the repulsor engines inside, landing just between two Marauder Bombers being loaded for combat. Navigating her way through the hanger, she finds the lone Valkyrie from D-99, a sky blue and light grey craft with the small yellow emblem of the Inquisitorial detatchment. The pilot looked already good to launch, just waiting on his cargo of stormtroopers, and a green light. Sliding the side door open, Haimes hops inside and takes a seat, nodding to the four out of nine members of her squad currently here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 21:02:04</strong>
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				"Blessed Emperor, I will not falter in the face of Your enemies, nor shall I waver in my task to destroy those that that are anathema to Your divine gaze." Sister Amandine knelt in prayer, already having been up for hours, unable as always to sleep with an opportunity to exercise her righteous task for the Emperor and His Imperium so close at hand. She wasn't agitated, perhaps just a little excited, and definitely anxious. <br><br>She was naked, clad only in the red-orange glow from the braziers she'd lit close by. Her pale, still nearly flawless, skin was covered in sweat, and a little red, heat rash from having the braziers painfully close to her, a small act of penitence. Her armour and weapons, freshly cleaned sparkling under the fire light, were laid out before her, carefully placed with the braziers around them. Amandine could hear the Vox beep, and though she couldn't hear the actual message, she knew what it must be; they would be exiting the Warp soon.<br><br>It was time to finish her prayers, then. As important as these devotions were, and that was very, it still wouldn't do to not be ready to carry out the Emperor's Will promptly. With her Chaplet Ecclesiasticus wrapped tight around her hands, the beads cutting in to her painfully, Amandine continued, "By Your divine grace, Blessed Emperor, I humbly ask You to bless these, Your Holy armaments that You, in Your Wisdom, have provided so that I may have the honour to execute Your Will, and to bless my Sisters, as well as the men and women of Your Great Imperium that will fight alongside us, and myself, so that we may carry Your Grace as armour into battle as we clense these Heretics."<br><br>Finished, but not hurried as she knew the alert would have come with ample time to prepare, Amandine snuffed the fires of the braziers by placing lids over them, leaving her in only the dim artificial light of the small chamber. She turned the lights back up and carefully set her Chaplet down as she made her way to a basin she'd prepared, wiping herself down with a damp cloth and then drying off with a small towel. The cool water felt almost too good against her burning skin, and Amandine would not have allowed herself such relief if they weren't on the cusp of truly launching this Crusade, but she needed to be fully ready to fight.<br><br>The next few minutes were taken up by donning her armour, form fitting bodysuit up to everything but her helmet, which she carried but often didn't wear. Her chaplet was only recently long enough for Amandine to wear around her waist, though it wrapped around the armour with very little slack, it sat nicely on her hips if she wore it without the armour. Finally, she picked up her Heavy Flamer, carressing it momentarily, her most beloved of the Emperor's Holy Instruments, and strode out to find the rest of her squad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 21:06:02</strong>
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				Myrna, a veteran of multiple engagements had just finished disassembling, cleaning then reassembling her multitudes of small pistols, many of which were highly stylized, etched, and gilded with silver holy patterns when the order came down. Stifling a small smile she mouthed a soundless prayer to the small shrine above the table she used to clean her implements of destruction before donning her customized Seraphim power-armor, the jets used to move her light frame were much smaller than that you would find on a space marine, mostly because she was smaller and all of her equipment weighed less than just one of their weapons. As soon as she got into the armor and powered it up, checking the various power conduits and armor plates were in proper position, a misplaced plate could cause a small reduction in mobility which would be deadly for the fragile Seraphim. Placing her various small arms at her hips, her flamer positioned on her right shoulder between two jets, and her powered sword, her most prized weapon, positioned on her left shoulder with the hilt standing just above her shoulder.<br><br>Her equipment she would need properly stowed on her armor, she flicked back a bit of her pale hair and made her way to the chapel, she preferred to pray in private, but it also felt good to bow along with her sisters, it was uplifting, unifying, proving they the Adeptas Sororitas were bound by more than just terms of service in times of war, but bonds of faith, a stronger shield and sharper sword that any wielded by their heathen foes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 03:16:18</strong>
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				<strong>General Bracker</strong> <br>General Bracker nodded his head "I fully agree" he said to the Inquisitor. The man made most people nervous but Bracker had nothing to hide and no fear of any who would seek to prove it to themselves. And the support of the Inquisition was a very good thing to have! "The dreams that warp travel produces wreak havoc with moral. But I take it you didn't come up to the bridge to discuss the morale of the rank and file." As he said this Bracker walked over to a holo-console. He punched several keys entering his secuirty code. As soon as he had punched in the last key an image of their destination appeared. "This is mining station 157-AV" (http://www.nss.org/settlement/calendar/asteroid_colony_2-650.jpg) he told the Inquisitor "it is a smaller sized adamantium mining facility, and . Last word we received from them was of an Eldar attack quite some time ago. The crusade has orders to re-take the facility and eliminate any xenos presence." Bracker paused choosing his next words carefully. "that is not all" he said "For some unknown reason the Mechanicus has a strong interest in station 157. I have not been told why and do not expect to be told. But what I have been told by the crusade's head tech magos is that there is a very specific device on station 157 that the Mechanicus wants back in their hands. And they have promised full logistical, and Titan support for the remainder of the crusade should we deliver it to them. Now obviously this an opportunity I can't pass up and so I am asking you if you wouldn't mind traveling down to the station and retrieving the device. In my experience I've come to realize that the Inquisition has a talent for finesse."<br><br><strong>Palatine Corley </strong><br>Olivia was still standing where she had been since she had risen to her feet, her fellow sisters had all arrived and she had just finished leading them in their prayers for victory in the coming battle. "come now my sisters" she said "follow me to battle, in the name of he who guides us all, he who shelters humanity, the one true God-Emperor of mankind." Without another word she led her sisters through the halls of the ship to their waiting Valkyries. As she walked she went over the information she had given her sister's in the chapel. She had told them of the mining facility, and of it's attack by vile xenos, of the Orders Hospitaller convent within the facility, of it's containing of a sister who could trace her lineage to one of the Ecclesiarchy's largest supporters on Holy Terra. And she had told her sisters that it was their duty to secure the convent, locate their lost sister and if she still lived insure that she was safely retrieved. From there they would have a strong position to help out flank the enemy. Olivia always kept a self made vow of silence in the time just before battle only speaking when asked a direct question until her feet had touched the battleground. <br><br><strong>Brother-Sargent Amadeus</strong> <br>Sargent Amadeus looked at his squad, his helmet was already on and his jump pack strapped to his back. The squad's Thunder Hawk was sitting on it's landing gear engines primed and ready for take off. With a glance he used his helmet's heads up display to instantly check the vital signs of all of his squad members. Blink clicking the squad com-link frequency. Despite the noise of the hangar bay as craft were powered up and deck crews loaded weapons he was able to speak to his marines and be heard clearly through their helmets. "Brothers, we have the honor of being among the first to take the field of battle this day" his voice was full of pride as he spoke. "We go to war with the Eldar, who have dared to take what is rightfully The Emperor's." <br><br><br><strong>Brother-Captain Batiatus</strong> <br>Batiatus chuckled as he heard Crixus's comment, the marine was always eager to shed blood in the name of The Emperor. The brief to 1st Squad was very similar to Sargent Amadeus's. Batiatus informed his squad of the fact that they would be facing the Eldar and told them that they along with the rest of the company would be key to operational victory, flying ahead of the rest of the crusade to initiate the first combat procedures. "We are The Immortal Emperor's Space Marines, and we will not fail!" He shouted as his speech ended and he heard the ship's hull groan in protest. They were exiting the warp...and reality was once again asserting itself on the ship. He did not need to be on the bridge to know that the strike cruiser was already pulling ahead of the rest of the crusade fleet. Nor did he need anyone to tell him that the time for battle was now truly upon them. Looking at his helmet's chronometer he smiled his words reaching every space marine on the cruiser "Brothers....war approaches, we drop in 3 minutes. Board your Thunderhawks and Drop-pods"<br><br><br><strong>Lieutenant Devri</strong><br><br>The ship groaned around Lt. Devri and he forced a calm look on his face. Translation always worried him, despite what anyone said he was always thinking the ship would come apart as soon as it left the warp. "Our target is a mining facility, home to several hundred Imperial families as well as a small PD force. Several weeks ago the facility sent word that it was being attacked, since that point contact has been lost. We have to assume that there are no Imperial forces remaining or that they are unable to get into contact with us. The facility also had several stationary guns placed in by the Mechanicum to defend against a land assault. For what ever reason those guns did not come online. Our platoon, working with several others, has orders to take the gun control building.....That's going to be the easy part. The hard part is going to be the fact that we are going to have to hold the position long enough for a techpriest to make landing, get to the building, and bring the guns online. We'll be moving out within the hour so report to your troop landers. Dismissed" <br><br><br><strong>Cpt. Alonzo </strong><br><br>Captain Alonzo Diaz stepped into the Valkyrie moving to his seat and strapping himself in. He'd already checked his gear and knew that he didn't need to check the gear of his fellow stormtroopers, only the elite would ever have the honor of fighting by his side. "Listen up" he said "we are approaching our destination and we've already made translation back to real space. We will be entering combat along side several platoons of The 7th Yuktobonian, The Tameranian 34th, and the Cretan 43rd. Command has decided that their objective is too vital to trust to normal Guardsmen, and we are to make sure that no matter what it falls into Imperial hands and stays there. We'll be going up against Eldar, so be sure to keep a sharp eye even if you don't think anything's there." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 05:01:01</strong>
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				They saluted once again in unison as they were dismissed. He looked at his men as they awaited their orders. "Alright men! There's work to be done!" He said as they began scrambling and getting their kits ready for the landing. "I don't want any mistakes. Any one of you idiots screw this up I will shoot you on the spot. If you're dead, then I'll shoot you again and pray that the Emperor will smack some sense into your idiot of a soul!" He looked at one of his men who was an original member of the 7th having trouble with his kit. He moved over and fixed the young man's bag before grabbing him by the throat. "Don't screw this up trooper or I'll personally throw you out of the landing ship.." He dropped him as he checked his own gear. His lasgun had a full battery pack and several more attached to his ammunition belt. "Remember, the Eldar as some of the sneakiest bastards that the Imperium has faced, don't think twice about what is there. Tell us and we can bring the bastards down quickly." He watched his troops enter the dropship and climbed in after them. He stood in the doorway as the ships thrusters started up he looked at them, knowing he would lose some of them today, "We are the Emperor's soldiers,. we will not fail him. The Emperor protect you."<br><br>"And you as well," his troopers intoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:28:04</strong>
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				"<strong>Preparing to Deep Strike Brother Captain.</strong>" Crixus informed as he brought the Terminator's teleportation equipment online, Terminator's weren't great at the whole....fit inside a Drop Pod thing, too much bulk and all that, nevermind his shoulder cannons. The mechanisms wurred to life as he waited for the onboard computers to plot the teleportation path and the distance to move, never helped when you teleported some where awkward and fell on your back when you could have been doing something useful, like battering an Eldar have way across the battlefield. The Eldar were an agile foe however, Crixus knew it well.....perhaps his flame thrower would be a better weapon of choice, give them less ability to dance around him. He'd consider it, but for now he was Thunder Hammer &amp; Storm Shield. If they were being a real pain they'd just earn themselves a missile salvo. "<strong>Teleportation is ready and plotted, Terminators ready to move at command.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 19:27:53</strong>
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				"If I were concerned with morale, my lord, I'd have stayed aboard one of the ships with the Astartes rather than here. But then, I wouldn't have been able to pray with any of the sisters, though that's neither here nor there." Pallas followed the General, hands still clasped behind his back. Luckily, it was at the time that his retinue arrived all together.<br><br><br>Chaner, a grizzled Mordian Iron Guardsman, though you'd never tell from looking at him. In his years in the Iron Guard, he barely earned any facial scars, kept himself clean shaved, and was a lanky, tall fellow with a young face, save his thick white moustache, and in his bright blue dress uniform with all his medals pinned to his chest. Behind Chaner came Salavo, a middle aged priest, dressed in light armour decorated everywhere with symbols of the Emperor, the Imperium and Holy Terra. As if ushered in by Salavo, was a wary looking wisp of a young man, dressed all in black and seeming nervous about everything down to the air he breathed, named Bennett.<br><br><br>"Did the Magos happen to inform you of where exactly this mysterious device is located, or what it looks like? For that matter, any details regarding it at all?" Despite the content of his words, Pallas did his best to keep his face and the tone of his voice completely neutral.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 22:37:09</strong>
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				Myrna stood taking up formation as they walked to their Valkyrie. 'Eldar' she thought to herself, 'the only bastards who can keep up with me' she shook her head a little clearing the thoughts from her mind, focusing herself on the battle to come.<br><br>Taking her position in their Valkyrie, she was relaxed, she was well prepared for battle, her cool confidence could ease even the most jittery of raw recruits with a glance. Like her superior Myrna stayed silent, she was told what she needed to know, after-all they only have so much information on the site.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 00:25:49</strong>
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				Amandine secured her Heavy Flamer, locking the massive fuel tanks away in case of an accident - no one wanted to be in crash with unsecured flamer fuel loose in the drop hold - and took her seat, further towards the back, with the business end of the weapon across her lap. She trusted her Sisters to buy her time, and one to help her strap the tanks on, once they arrived at their destination. It never took long, in any case, as drilled into Amandine as it was, and she could connect and prime the hoses in her sleep.<br><br>She also put her 'sabbat' pattern helmet on before the Valkyrie took off, knowing that they were going to an installation on an asteroid and exposure to raw vacuum was a very real danger. Being sucked into space was bad enough, but so long as ones armour was sealed there was a also a very real chance of the Fleet ships detecting and rescuing you.<br><br>The anticipation and pre-combat anxiety was really beginning to peak in Amandine by this point. Though her experiences were considerably limited compared to many of her Sisters, she knew that it would seem to plateau on takeoff, level off with this constant thrumming sensation in her head and her heart in her throat, but not fear. She was not afraid. The moment they landed, when her armoured boots stepped off the ramp and she thumbed the switch to ignite the flamer, it would disappear in a wash as the Emperor's light filled her and the only things she would feel would be cool hatred for His enemies, and a distant pity for the unfortunates of the Imperium caught up in their lies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 06:31:48</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicodemus</span></strong><br><br>Nicodemus listens to his Sargent, while shifting his weight between his two feet.&nbsp; Once the Sargent finished the briefing Nicodemus jumped high into the air repeating his war cry.&nbsp; upon landing&nbsp; he runs towards the thunder-hawk.&nbsp; Once in he found his seat and then said to his squad mates "The eldar might have thought it was easy to take this place, but they will soon know that to take that which belongs to the emperor comes with a stiff price.&nbsp; These Xenos will die by our hand and the blood price they now owe the emperor will be paid in full." Nicodemus then shouts his war cry for his squad mates to join in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 07:38:36</strong>
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				In the holy room she had lowered her head in prayer and reverence to the graven images and holy banners with the rest of her sisters, and fervently recited the ancient text word for word as untold numbers before her had, and then silently with the others followed there leader&nbsp; to the waiting transports. Sister Karress listened intently to her superior battle sisters few words and knew this engagement would be a true test of fate.<br><br>As she boarded the Valkyrie she began to hum a holy tune. Softly at first as she found her place among her squad of seraphims, as the mighty crafts great engines whined they almost vocalized with Karress, her soft blue eye closed she chants in an almost half-singing voice that rises under the whirling howl of the craft,<br><br>"We who carry our mortal burden to its destination gain our Immortal Emperors greatest gifts,<br>The twin gifts of hatred and intolerance."<br><br>She holds her gloved hands out to the sisters next to her, with a look of peace and tranquility about her face as her lone angelic voice gently echos in the noisy, cramped hold.<br><br>"Our power resides in the will of the righteous,<br>our armor is contempt and a weapon can not substitute for our zeal."<br><br>She continues the battle hymn, looking to her fellow sisters with a reverent grin as she sings with the accompaniment of the Valkyries drives&nbsp; as it carries them to the drop zone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 18:17:46</strong>
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				Brother Vindicca<br><br>Brother Vindicca had been studiously going through the Rites of Maintence on his various pieces of wargear.&nbsp; In his years as a boy on Krokett, his father had taught him that if you take care of your tools off the field, they will take care of you in the field.&nbsp; It was a lesson that still served him well as a proud member of the Adeptus Astartes.&nbsp; The Company's Techmarine, Brother Tisla, had been quite happy to only have to guide him through the quirks of taking care of Astartes equipment rather than having to go through the laborious process of breaking bad habits and forming new ones.&nbsp; This had played some part in allowing him to hold onto two special weapons rather than one.&nbsp; He could take care of both and knew when to use one or the other.&nbsp; <br><br>Brother-Captain Batiatus's address came as almost routine.&nbsp; The sub-company was a machine unto itself that fit into the greater whole of the Imperial Swords.&nbsp; Self reliance was always important into an Astartes chapter, but it takes on a whole new meaning when only half a Codex company is deployed.&nbsp; Conservative chapters, such as the Ultramarines and their successor chapters, would have found it to be madness.&nbsp; However, it had served them well.&nbsp; <br><br>Vindicca secured his gear to his suit, carefully modified to hold all his weapons.&nbsp; The sheer amount of gear would confuse anyone who did not know him well.&nbsp; Through decades of experience and trial and error, he had learned how to place what he needed exactly where he could easily reach it.&nbsp; Bolt pistol on his right side, chainsword on his left.&nbsp; Plasma Gun and Flamer on his backpack.&nbsp; He need only reach over his shoulder to reach them.&nbsp; Bolter on his waist in the back.&nbsp; He was ready.<br><br>He reported to Brother Sgt. Rmey, "Vindicca ready to kill in the God-Emperor's name, Brother Sergeant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 04:01:44</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Space Marines</span></strong><br><br>The strike cruiser flew fast and hard, roaring ahead of the rest of the crusade fleet. As it closed with station 157 the cruiser turned hard to port, it was a fast ship and of excellent design, capable of preforming maneuvers that would leave most other Imperial ships in near ruins. Without slowing for a moment the cruiser's starboard launch doors opened and it's complement of thunderhawks launched.&nbsp; Each of the heavily armed and armored troop carriers was laden with a single squad of battle ready space marines. A burst of machine code broadcast by the lead thunderhawk overrode the locking orders that the facilities docking doors had been given and the thunderhawks were able to fly right in. The docking door closing shut behind them and the airlock doors opening. The thunderhawk formation flew through the large doors and found itself inside the dome. The atmosphere inside the dome allowing sound to once again travel, the roar of the craft's engines reverberated throughout the enclosed settlement as the craft angled towards their objective. <br><br><hr><br>Below, on the ground Warlock Aun'el looked up at the sky, he and the guardians by his side had just finished destroying the last of the Mon-Kegh's lobotomized slaves. The final guardians between them and their objective. The entire attack and cleansing of the Mon-Kegh's base had been swift and perfect. Not a single drop of Eldar blood had been spilled. As his eyes scanned the skyline he was able to make out the formation of Mon-Kegh attack craft, and a moment later he was able to see the small devices flying just below them...and angling directly towards his position. They were explosives and there were only scant seconds before they impacted!! "Honored Warlock, we must flee!" <br><br>"There is no time" he responded. Closing his eyes to his coming end. <br><br>Before his eyes had even fully shut the explosives launched from the lead thunderhawk had activated, each bomb bursting in midair and releasing a fine mist of highly explosive vapor. Which was ignited a second later, creating a massive shock wave directed right at the target area. <br><br><hr> <br><br>As soon as the concussive force of the explosion passed by their craft Brother-Sargent Amadeus was up and moving to the thunderhawk's rear hatch control panel. He quickly slammed his palm on the release switch, their craft was the first in the formation, they were the assault marines. And there was no need for them to wait for the thunderhawk to land. "We strike from the skies my brothers!" he called out over the squad com-link. As soon as the hatch was open enough Brother Amadeus was out of the thrunderhawk. His jump pack flaring as he began his controlled descent to the ground. His helmet's auto senses already picking up the few Eldar who were still moving at the landing zone. He was no fool and knew that these xenos represented only a small fraction of what they were truly up against.<br><br><hr><br>The remaining Thunderhawks pulled around and flew in close to the ground each one touching down just for a moment as their Astarties cargo exited their holds. As soon as the last battle brother was offloaded the thunderhawks pulled away, rocketing off back in the direction they had come. Their portion of the mission was done, until the arrival of the other Imperial forces the Space Marines would be on their own. <br><br>Brother Sargent Rmey was the leader of 3rd Squad and was quick on his feet he knew the firepower of his tactical marines would be needed to help secure the perimeter. Looking around he was able to see that the last of the Eldar were being finished off by the assault marines of 5th Squad. Paying them no mind, confident in his battle-brothers' abilities to handle the frail xenos scum. They were in a small walled in area, to their backs sat the entrance to a tunnel which, he assumed, led into the mining facility. Ahead of them was a large gate who's doors had been blasted open. The gate was easily wide enough to fit three predator tanks through at the same time. Destroyed servitors, what few parts of them remained, and a single burned out vehicle lay strewn about the entrance to the gate. They had made a final stand here and been wiped out by the force that he and his fellow marines had crushed with contemptuous ease. "Third Squad!" he barked, "We take cover behind that &nbsp;APCs (http://bgyselman.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/testudolmg.jpg) running fast and low he led his squad behind the wrecked APC. Moving into a good firing position he set up with a clear line of sight on the gate. He knew not what manner of attack the Eldar would launch but he was confident that at least some portion of it would be through the main gate. <br><br><hr><br>"Teleport beacon in place" Batiatus heard his scout sergeant say as if the man were standing directly at his side instead of not even being on the strike cruiser. "1st Squad Teleport in 3.....2.....1..." Batiatus said as soon as the last word had left his mouth he was already seeing the near blinding light that accompanied being teleported from one place to another. His helmet's auto senses dimming immediately to keep him from suffering any ill effects from the intense light. Less than a heartbeat later he was standing in the middle of the hastily prepared landing zone. His eyes scanning across the battle field. He saw that the last of the Eldar presence had been eliminated and that his squads were already moving into position to hold their location. "1st Squad" he said over his coms "we will provide the heavy reserves." with that he leveled his large, autocannon, and storm bolter in the direction of the gate. "All squads" he said now broadcasting over the sub-company band "prepare for imminent counter attack!"<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Imperial Guard</span></strong><br>Deep inside <em>The Eye of The God-Emperor</em>, General Bracker's flag ship, launch preparations were in their final stages. The troop landers were sealing their loading doors, their cargo of Armored vehicles, munitions, and massive amounts of guardsmen already loaded up and stored inside. Anyone not on the landers by now would not be making the landing with the rest of the Imperial Guard force....and would mostly likely have a very angry Commissar to answer to. The Crusade fleet was closing with station 157 at the best speed possible while still maintaining battle formation. Very soon they would be within launch range and the troop transports would be sent on their way.<br><br><hr> <br><br>The lander's interior was cramped and poorly lit. Much like every other Lander Lt. Devri had ever been inside. The guard didn't care much for comforts. All that mattered was getting the largest number of men on the ground that they possibly could. He looked around at the seats close by his, each one filled with a member of his platoon. He knew it wouldn't be long before he felt that jolt run through the ship as it lifted off, and then it would be even shorter before the doors opened and he was forced to lead his boys back into hell. Closing his eyes he began to pray softly, not wanting any of his other men to hear the pleas for protection that he spoke. Knowing that if they did they would no doubt become even more un-nerved. <br><br>Down the walk ways between the lander's seats walked priests and commissars each on spouting out what ever words he or she felt would motivate the men the most. Many of the priests spoke of the eternal bliss that awaited all of the emperor's warriors. While the commissars mostly spoke of the bolts, lasrounds, and plasma blasts that awaited cowards. The platoon standard bearer was sitting right beside him, the platoon's holy standard in his hands. "remember to hold it high" he told the green recruit "they need to be able to see it and follow us" the trooper nodded silently. His eyes filled with awe and fear in equal measure. <br><br>He was stirred from his thoughts as he felt the familiar jolt of docking clamps being released and the lander pulling up off the battleship's landing deck.....they were moving.<br><br><hr><br>The Valkyrie that Alonzo was sitting in was already hovering above the deck. The loud hum and vibration of it's engines, which were grossly over powered for the size of it's air frame, shaking the entire craft as it's machine spirit called out to fly at top speed. "we're following the landers in" he voxed to his squad "We will be dropping into combat so be ready and make sure your grave-chute is reading green! I don't want to have to...." <br><br>His next words were cut off by the almost bestial growl of the Valkyrie's engine as it shifted from hovering to forward flight, they were obviously moving towards the battle. He and all the other Stormtroopers in the craft were pushed into their seats for a moment before the craft's inertial dampeners came online. "Like I was saying!" he shouted to be heard over the Valkyrie's engine "Grav-chutes on or you wind up being a waste of your lasgun!" <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sisters of Battle</span></strong><br><br>Sister Palatine grunted softly as the wind was almost knocked out of her by the force of her Valkyrie's sudden movement. Still keeping her self imposed vow of silence she looked around the cabin. Her sisters were ready and it made her proud. Even if she died today she would do so with a smile on her face. For there was no greater service than one's own sacrifice! The ship's pilot spoke to them over the vox. "Time to engagement zone is 4 minutes" the man's voice said. With a smile on her face Sister Palatine closed her eyes and ran silently through her prayers it wouldn't be long now.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Inquisition</span></strong> <br><br>General Bracker nodded "That he did, according to the magos it is a small smooth crystal roughly the shape of an egg, it is the size of a man's fist, a translucent blue color, and located within a hidden laboratory that is within the mine complex. He has provided me with a digital map that should lead you directly to the device. The only entrance to the mine system that will lead you there is currently being secured by the Space Marines." As he said this General Bracker reached into the pocket of his uniform's coat and handed the Inquisitor a small data wafer. "Can I count on you to do me this small favor?" he asked.<br><br><br>Unnoticed by the bridge's crew the final member of Inquisitor Pallas's retinue watched the discussion unfold. She had been on the bridge before Pallas had arrived and would not be leaving until he did. It was her mission to protect and aid the Inquisitor in all his actions until she was recalled and she would do so to the exclusion of all other goals. While the majority of her attention was focused on constantly scanning the room for possible threats, hidden weapons. assassins, or any of the other multitude of ways a man could die. A portion of her focus was set squarely on the landers and Valkyries flying towards the now visible mining facility. They were moving at top speed and she estimated it would be mere minutes before they reached the facility. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eldar</span></strong><br><br>Without ever hearing or seeing Aun'el's death he knew what had befallen the Warlock, and without speaking he informed his superior <em>"The Mon-Kegh have landed"</em> he silently said <em>"their altered warriors now hold the entrance gate."</em> He did not sense fear, or surprise from his superior, all he sensed was calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 04:52:34</strong>
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				Myrna's cold face breaks as they near the battlefield, being replaced with a wicked grin, "Hey, were up against Eldar this time. It can be hard to tell the boys from the girls with them, so your best option is to just shoot them all in the nuts. Think of it as equal opportunity neutering!" being the joker among the sisters she then leaned back slightly, happy with this current joke, and it will be hilarious if her sisters follow it, even if their enemies survive, they wont make more. She makes a few last checks on her gear despite the rumbling and shaking from their transport, can't be too careful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 08:57:06</strong>
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				Following close behind commissioners and priest, hundreds of other imperial guards followed. This was entirely different from his home world where barely any guardsmen roamed. Though he's seen his fare share of war this was simply unbelievable. Carrying his grenade launcher with both hands, scanning the area for any anomalies, one guardsmen whispered in his ear. "You hear, we're fighting Eldar." Corking an eyebrow, Brian had never even heard of such a race. He'd only been recently transferred to 7th, what lay in the outside was completely oblivious to him. "What's an Eldar?" Brian asked, still following the commissioner but aimed closer to the priest. Dismissing the nameless guardsmen, he couldn't help but listen to his commissioner. Threatening, talking of death, giving away their position, this seemed insane among all accounts. Was their no recognition for guardsmen, respect for the fellow soldier; not in their eyes. "People say Eldar are an army of ghosts." Turning to face the guardsmen, Brian snickered brightly but making sure the commissioner wouldn't hear. "An army of ghosts? That's just ridiculous." Still snickering to himself, he walked ahead leaving the guardsmen to his own fear induced thoughts. <br>Noticing he was on the front line position, this meant he would be first to see combat, and die. Who ever these Eldar were, they couldn't be any more fearsome than Tyranid or Dark Eldar, in that moment he figured it out. He dismissed the Dark Eldar till this point. These were those vile creature counter part, but what were their motives. He followed trying to contemplate and decipher these Eldar in his mind. Starring towards the skies, Valkyries fly above carrying Storm Troopers, his elite brother in this battle. Envying their position amongst the guardsmen, Brian wished a spot among their rank.... if he survived. Given the current circumstances of this unknown enemy, this might be more troublesome than anticipated. Breathing in and exhaling, gripping his grenade launcher tight, readying for fire. He would easily let out rounds without thought if another army suddenly appeared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 18:11:30</strong>
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				There was the flash of teleportation before they broke through the warp for the briefest of times before reappearing in another flash. Oh it was within his reach, the thrill of the fight was upon him! Under the situation however, it would be best to support the Brother Captain, and that meant going back to his ranged weapons, it was no good getting in the way and being shot up from either side. With that, the mighty Crixus re-equiped his Flamer &amp; Storm Bolter, it didn't matter, it could put the Eldar to pain and shame with these. Besides, there was something amusing about watching their agility turned to nothing as they flailed in burning horror as their lives ended. <br><br><strong>"If we find one of their warlocks.....I got first call on pissing on his body."</strong> Insult to injury was a vital part of the "Crixus guide to war and good sportsmanship." But for now he waited....the counter attack would be on them soon, he had his fingers ready to unleash fire and bolt round once they were in view. He waited....any moment now..... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:55:24</strong>
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				Sergeant Crassius looked over at his Lieutenant, he nodded at him knowing that this might be last time they saw one another alive. He looked over to Stalwurt and Valokov the two squad members sitting on either side of him. "Stalwurt, don't get too jumpy with your launcher," he said nudging him before stopping a nearby priest. "Father, would you lead my men and I in a prayer to our glorious Emperor?"<br><br>The priest smiled, "Of course my sons, Faith is always stronger than fear." He looked at a commissar with a smile and then began, "Oh great Emperor watch over your sons who in the coming battle will give everything in your name. May you see their courage and devotion to you as the slay the Xenos who defile your holy grounds. May you protect them from the foul weapons of your enemies and guide theirs so they may smite your enemies with their righteous zeal. In the Emperor's name. Amen." The priest stood, "The Emperor protects."<br><br>Crassius repeated the priest word for word, "And you as well," he intoned after the priest them the best of luck before leaving&nbsp; them. He grabbed his old regimental flags tattered remains and kissed it once an old ritual that his old platoon had done before it had been swallowed by the 7th. He stuffed it back inside of his inside pockets. He was ready for the coming battle, his leg began to jitter as he became excited to fight for the honor of his planet and his emperor once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 22:06:04</strong>
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				Now came the waiting.<br><br>But it didn't matter- it was good just to be back in the field again. Too much training has a way of getting on the nerves.<br><br>Brother Calhoun remained close to his squad after disembarking the Thunderhawk, but stood away just a bit, finding a good piece of cover that also offered him excellent firing lanes to support his battle brothers. After taking up his position and double checking his firing angles, he braces himself behind the weight of the heavy bolter in his hands- aided by the heavy weight on his back that was the backpack full of heavy bolter shells, among other things.<br><br>Even though he carried the weight of the heavy weapon and its ammunition his belt was still ringed by the holy duality of Frag and Krak grenades, along with a chainsword on one hip and a bolt pistol on the other. Ever the prepared soldier, Calhoun also had a holy bolter affixed to his backpack as a minor replacement for the heavy bolter should it be damaged or lost.<br><br>Brother Calhoun clicked on his vox. <strong>"Come Xenos. We are waiting for you to gather the courage to strike at the Emperor's faithful."</strong> He glanced over towards Brother Crixus, a half smile showing inside his helmet. <strong>"I'll be sure to gun all of them down for you, so that you may have your fun, Brother."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 23:31:05</strong>
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				MstSgt Haimes sighs, pops her neck idly, and waits for the green light for the Hot Drop, ready to throw open the side doors and jump out in mid-flight, depending on the Grav-Chute to keep her safe... at least from gravity. Only the Emperor can keep her safe from shuriken catapult discs and scatterlaser beams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 01:46:56</strong>
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				"Of course, my lord. You can always count on me," Pallas said as he took the data wafer, and fed it into a small cognator he kept on his person, which fed into his augmetic eye so he could get an overlay of the layout. "We'll be on our way, then," he made the sign of the Aquila, and turned to head toward a transport, his retinue following behind him as he voxed his need for a ride ahead of him.<br><br><br>Boarding the ship, his retinue sitting in the back, Pallas stepped into the cockpit to take a seat there. "I want you to take your time getting us down there. I don't want to touch down until after the Guardmen have disembarked, set up a perimeter and already begun engaging the xenos. Let's say... Three, maybe four minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 07:05:44</strong>
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				"As you order, Brother-Sergeant," Vindicca stated.&nbsp; He had moved quickly behind his squad leader.&nbsp; As the holder of the squad's special weapons, he needed to be as close to his leader as possible to quickly respond to commands.&nbsp; He trusted his brothers to create a killzone with their bolters.&nbsp; Though he carried one himself, it was rarely used due to his both having a Plasma Gun and a Flamer.&nbsp; He unhooked the Plasma Gun from his suit and slapped in a fresh plasma flask, though he did not turn not power it on.&nbsp; Plasma weapons emitted a bright glow when active that would give away the gunner's position.&nbsp; It had been standard practice in the squad to leave it off until a threat emerged.&nbsp; He only wish he knew what threat that was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 08:42:14</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Space Marines</span></strong><br><br>The ground that the space marines had taken was silently for some time before any sign of the Eldar became apparent. When such a sign did appear it did not come in the form of a thunderous charge, nor did it come as a wave of armor clad warriors. Such brute force was not the way of the Eldar, their presence was instead announced by a single near silent death. One moment all was calm, and the next the sound of a shattering helmet was all that could be heard. Followed by the soft thump, thump of a space marine body first falling to it's knees then to the ground. 2rd Squad now found itself short one tactical marine. The firer of the shot stood defiantly in the open gateway. Her (http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f149/Nyrath/Edit1Farseer_Taldeer___Helmless_by_.jpg) ornate armor, as well as the aura of power emanating around her made it evident that she was more than a mere warrior. <em>I am Farseer Irulan and you will hear me humans!</em> she seemed to shout into the minds of every warrior present <em>You, in your ignorance have taken that which is not yours....and that is why you meed your end today!</em><br><br>With the xeno's 'words' still echoing still echoing in their minds the Imperial Swords were witness to the arrival of the Eldar attack force. Seeming to simply step into existence from out of nowhere, six War Walkers, each armed with two brightlances, quickly spread out into two groups of three, one moving to the right and the other the left. Each group obviously intending flank the marines, they were followed closely by A Wraithlord (http://i838.photobucket.com/albums/zz306/Syrenion/Wraithlord_skaliert.jpg) and two Wraithguards, the Wraithlord carried a menacing blade in its right hand, with a large starcannon attached over it's shoulder, both Wraithguards were armed with wraithcannons. Finally a single Falcon Grav-Tank landed in position behind the xeno-sniper.&nbsp; Four Dark Reaper reaper squads and a single Eldar in blood red armor (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/070/4/5/Harlequins_wip_by_Remton.jpg) deployed from inside. <br><br>This entire ballet of military might happened so quickly that it could scarcely be said to have happened at all, in the space of an Astartes's double-heart beat the Eldar were fully deployed....and they were attacking!<br><br><hr><br>In an instant the Farseer vanished, only to re-appear directly in front of Captain Batiatus, her rifle replaced by a large spear. Moving with inhuman speed she drove her spear upwards towards the underside of the captain's helmet. Only his quick reflexes saved him from what would have been a fatal blow. He quickly stepped backwards to avoid her slash. Swinging his autocannon at the Farseer. She deftly dove back from the blow her spear at the ready for another strike as the captain holstered his storm bolter and reached back for his personal thunderhammer. He knew that he needn't give the order his marines would attack on their own, his entire focus set on insuring he didn't give the xeno-witch any opening to attack. <br><br><hr><br>As the Farseer and Batiatus dueled, the other elements of the space marine force were already reacting to the Eldar attack. <br><br>Brother-Sargent Amadeus needed no orders, he had fought the Eldar before and knew full well what the weapons of their Dark Reapers were capable of doing if allowed to fire from long range. "Assault their firing line!" he roared to his squad. Leaping forward, his jump pack propelling him into the sky as he flew in the direction of the Dark Reapers. <br><br><hr><br>From his position in cover the leader of 3rd squad, Brother Sargent Rmey leveled his bolter and began to fire "Target the Grav-Tank" he said, his voice calm and controlled as he focused on delivering accurate fire "Brother Vindicca, Brother Calhoun focus all your fire on their armored support" he said. He knew that they were both some of the few marines in their battle force who carried a heavy weapon and that their firepower would be greatly needed. "We must insure that the foe cannot escape the way they came!" <br><br><hr><br>The Wraithlord and it's accompanying Wraithguards advanced right up the center of the battle field. Obviously unmindful of the firepower that could be brought against them. They opened fire as they advanced, the Wraithlord shoulder mounted starcannon firing a stream of deadly projectiles. Each wraithguard opening up with their own weapons which tore the very fabric of reality down around their target. All three Eldar war machines focused fire on a single warrior of 1st squad. Their combined firepower proving too much for his armor as he fell to the ground, his body a smoking ruin. 1st Squad was already responding their own weapons answering in return, tearing chunks out of the Eldar walker's bodies, even as several shots struck the skull of one of the Wraithguards and the construct fell lifeless to the ground the remaining two war machines advanced towards the terminators. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Imperial Guard</span></strong><br>The bulk landers entered the same way that the thunderhawks had, as soon as they entered the large dome they began to rapidly descend to the ground. Within minutes the first wave had touched down. Ramps were lowering, tanks were being unloaded, and the Commissars within the troop areas were already shouting, urging the men and women of the Imperial Guard forwards to meet what ever resistance they might come across. <br><br><hr> <br><br>Lieutenant Devri, was up and moving as soon as the ramps were opened, his command squad moving right behind him. It was hectic getting out of the lander but as soon as they were he and his squad hustled to their designated rally point. He knew his platoon would gather at the rally point and as soon as they were assembled he could radio they were ready to move out. <br><br>It took several minutes but they were finally ready, Devri's platoon was accounted for as were the other platoons in his company, the order had just been given to proceed to their objective. <br><br><hr><br>"Alright" Jenkins said "we're moving, keep low and keep it together" he was already walking forwards, his lasgun pressed to his shoulder as he scanned the area around his squad. He was still new to the 7th and had just been promoted to squad leader a few days ago. He wasn't a stranger to war and he knew it was going to be more trouble than it was worth. His eyes caught on the large gun emplacements that were their primary objective. They were huge, even the small ones (http://www.justinrendall.com/Images/Earthshaker/1.jpg) were easily the size of a basilisk's gun. And that wasn't even counting the big ones (http://www.3drt.com/3dm/sf-forces/artillery-gun-01_01.jpg), or the strange looking ones (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100306052806/supcom2/images/thumb/d/da/Cybran_Heavy_Artillery_Station.png/287px-Cybran_Heavy_Artillery_Station.png) that were obviously the works of Mars.&nbsp; After a bit they were getting pretty close up to the artillery guns, Jenkins looked over as he was nudged by his vox operator. Picking up the receiver he listened to his orders. "Understood" was all he said "alright men" he said softly "first squad is moving up ahead of us, I just got off the horn with Lt. Devri he wants us, and 3rd and 4th squad to let 1st move up and keep our eyes peeled. If anything fires on them we need to give them cover, and try to eliminate the threat. As he said this he slowly lowered himself into the prone position. Laying down on the ground and looking forward as he scanned for any threats. He could see first squad slowly moving forwards....he didn't envy those poor bastards.<br><br><hr><br>High above 2nd Squad a single Valkyrie flew in a tight circle over the center of the artillery emplacements. Captain Alonzo was standing up at the side hatch, his hand around the handle ready to pull the hatch open "our target is a small command building in the center of the artillery guns, it controls all of the guns, we need to take and hold it until the regular forces come forward and relieve our position. We should expect some nasty resistance so no half ass'n" with that he pulled the door open and without ceremony shouted out "Go!" he then jumped clear of the Valkyrie. Trusting his Grav-Chute to keep himself from falling to his death.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sisters of Battle</span></strong><br><br><br>The Valkyries carrying Paltine Corley and her fellow sisters roared in to the dome, moving low on the horizon they cut past the Imperial Guard landers without even slowing their pace. Coming in range of the convent they banked hard keeping a tight wedge formation as each craft quickly landed allowing the sisters inside to jump free. <br><br><br>As soon as the last sister was offloaded the Valkyries took off again, they were Imperial Guard pilots and as far as they were concerned it was not their duty to be at the beck and call of the sisterhood when there were guardsmen dying in combat. <br><br>Palitne Corley didn't let the loss of the Valkyries phase her. "Sisters" she said "we move to free our fellows, and should they be dead it is our sacred duty to insure that those who slew them are themselves slain. Now let us move to our task!" As soon as her short speech was done she was running to the doors of the convent, secure in the knowledge that her sisters would cover her flanks. Reaching the large ornate doors of the convent she quickly produced and identification wafer, using it to unlock the doors which swung open of their own accord. Revealing a large dark room. The front entrance of this convent, as with many others, opened into a large cathedral with an alter to The Emperor set in it's center. The lighting fixtures within had for the most part been broken, and what had once been a holy cathedral and alter looked more like the last stand of a desperate group of fighters. The pews were amassed to one side of the room, and riddled with holes, having provided no protection to what ever misguided souls had thought they would be a safe haven. "Be wary sisters" she said as she entered the cathedral "this reeks of a xeno-trap." <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Inquisition</span></strong><br><br>The pilot flew the Inquisitor's craft expertly, pulling into the dome facility without being noticed by any of the combatants down below. As the craft approached the marine's landing zone, upon seeing the battle raging below,&nbsp; he held station far enough above to avoid being seen or heard. "Sir" he&nbsp; called back "you may want to take a look at this." <br><br>He waited for the Inquisitor and his retinue to arrive before calmly asking "What would you like me to do sir?" <br><br><hr><br>She was standing behind the Inquisitor, silent as she watched the battle unfolding down below "Inquisitor....approaching the device now would mean a high level of risk while outside of the mines...but with the enemy distracted with the battle outside the mines themselves may be much safer" as she spoke she allowed her form to take on its 'natural' shape, the one that she needed no effort or thought to maintain. Her voice was little more than a whisper, having been trained for years in the arts of silence and stealth even when not attempting to be she was quite and hard to detect to all but the most well trained. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 13:59:36</strong>
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				A member of first squad had been killed....a brother had died to one of these xenos <em>scum</em>. Crixus would not stand for such a thing. <strong>"I'll pay for drinks for a month to the person who honours our fallen brother of first company the finest in this battle....kill all of these dancing fairies!"</strong> roared the Terminator to his allies in the first squad over their vox chat, all the while he moved forward, targeting the other Wraithguard, heavy flamer and storm bolter spewing out the Space Marine's pure hatred for the Eldar. They hid in shadows and struck from safety, they were cowards and knew little of honour, only self importance and self preservation. Today they would learn the value of warfare driven by true virtues!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 16:38:28</strong>
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				Commissar Darius had approved of the way the squad’s officers had handled them throughout the landing.&nbsp; He had remained silent for the most part, exuding an aura of iron will, supreme confidence, and discipline.&nbsp; Only when he saw weakness did he address the guardsmen.&nbsp; Mostly though, the men seemed to be well motivated thus far.&nbsp; Jenkins relayed the orders that the men were to cover 1st squad.&nbsp; Darius scanned the men insuring that they were following their orders to the letter.&nbsp; “THIS is it men, KEEP your eyes peeled.&nbsp; DO NOT lose focus!&nbsp; Or you will answer to the EMPEROR and ME!” he barked emphasizing the first words of each phrase and held up his power sword clenched in a bionic fist for all to see.&nbsp; Satisfied that everything was in order, he made his way over to Jenkins and kneeled beside the man.&nbsp; When Jenkins looked at him, Commissar Darius simply grunted with a nod and returned his focus to first squad’s advancement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 18:19:33</strong>
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				"Take a holding pattern if you've got the fuel. I don't want them to think we're an important craft to the Marine's morale by landing, and if we try to sneak in now, the xenos may end up retreating at our backs to a more defensible position. We'll see about going in after the marines begin pushing their way in, after the area is held."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 19:07:35</strong>
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				Alexi crouched in his jacket and uniform, he watched the first squad attack and run to their inevitable deaths through the scope of his Long-Las "hope the Emperor gives them something nice in the next life. they're about to earn it." they were the bait on the lure, thing is, that never ends well for the bait.<br>He kept watch, the first target to poke their head up and attack first squad would get a nice thick las-blast through their skull.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 21:35:42</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicodemus</span></strong><br><br>Nicodemus had been forced out of the thunder hawk last because of the grav restraint locked him in for a while. He would have to mention it to the repair crews.&nbsp; After he finally got out of the Thunder hawk he heard his brother Sargent issue the order to attack the eldar firing line.&nbsp; Nicodemus kicked in the his jet pack flying over the eldar line he dropped a frag grenade to the middle of the line away from his brothers.&nbsp; After the grenade went off Nicodemus Flew into ,the first Dark Reaper still standing, At full speed knocking him over as he drew his two Chain-swords and swings into the dark reaper into now getting back to his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 09:31:22</strong>
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				Everything happened so fast... If it weren't for the time necessary to swing the big gun over in a new direction, Brother Calhoun would have been firing long before he was ordered to do so.<br><br>As it happened, he had already thumbed the activation rune and fired several rounds at the Dark Reapers before the Sergeant's orders came through to concentrate fire on the Falcon. Killian grunted an unnecessary acknowledgment to the order, not pausing his shooting as he pulled his aim a little farther to one side, stitching the large caliber shells up the long sloping front of the tank. After settling his aim onto the vehicle, he began to pick specific targets on it to focus his fire on- particularly the areas that were not covered in armor. The canopies for the driver and the gunner, the weapons mounts, and especially what appeared to be the intakes for its twin engines.<br><br>To outside appearances, the only sound coming from the Marine was the heavy-caliber chatter of the shells firing from the large weapon, but inside the helmet and over the vox, Brother Calhoun was reciting the Litany of Hate in a firm, clear voice. And if one could see inside his helmet, one would see the small smile curling up one corner of his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 20:52:38</strong>
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				Sergeant Crassius looked onward with great displeasure as he watched first squads advance. He moved in between the men to make sure they were ok. He saw 1st Sgt Jenkins ahead of him and began to move his way towards him.&nbsp; He had more experience than this fresh fish but knew that he would have to follow him none the less. Besides, they had their commissar with them, he couldn't screw up that badly.&nbsp; He found some cover and then looked up trying to find any targets but couldn't see anything. He ducked his head back down waiting for the action to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anna77</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:07:05</strong>
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				Hearing her superiors warning at the great door of the convent, Sister Karress holstered her bolt pistols at the front of her waist and drew her meter long, broad gleaming power sword and her most sacred inferno pistol. Gripping the holy weapons firmly as she stepped through the giant in-scripted archway of the door, her black armored boots loudly clacking against the stonework floor amid the silent, dim, vaulted room.&nbsp; <br><br>Her head quickly glancing from left to right, her good eye scans for movement as she stops a few steps into the large room. Her heart sinks in sorrow at the shadowy sight of the embattled Empirical alter and with a low, viscous building roar she takes two running leap-like steps and brandishes the humming, softly glowing power sword above her head deftly as she quickly double taps her jump packs thrusters.<br><br>Odd shadows dance around the sculpted walls from the quick&nbsp; illumination of&nbsp; twin blasts of jet as the pack propels her across the dark, disheveled room, she tries to come to rest behind the makeshift barricade of splintered pews as her voice turn from low, mournful groans to blessing of he who resides within the golden throne...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:33:00</strong>
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				Myrna, being currently towards the back of the line of her sisters, kept her twin pistols in hand, she was ready to leap to the head of the line if needed however, she knew the pistols would work quite well against the xeno's until she got up close, but she would have plenty of time to switch to her sword and flamer when the time came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 01:31:35</strong>
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				"Sergeant," Markus said, nodding to Haimes as she entered the Valkyrie. Seated directly across from the door, his well-made power sabre (http://www.helsinki.fi/~pjojala/Swiss_Sabre_renaissance.jpg) laying across his lap. Next to him sat the helmet for his carapace armour, the finest protection the Imperium had to offer this side of the tank-like ceramite coating used by the Adeptus Astartes. Holstered on his right thigh was a hot-shot laspistol, standard issue among the Storm Troopers.<br><br>Markus rolled his neck in a clockwise rotation, feeling the muscles stretch and the bones pop into place. He was a muscular specimen, as fine as any unmodified man could be. His dark blue eyes watched the faces of his fellow Storm Troopers. He had been recently assigned to this squad after his previous one had suffered massive casualties in a campaign against the greenskins. He didn't know any of these troopers well, including his commanding officer, Master-Sergeant Haimes. Quietly, he tried to take a measure of his new comrades, looking for signs of strength and weakness in any of them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:35:21</strong>
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				Amandine made her way to the front of the formation, no doubt like many of the other Adepta Sororitas who had opted to bring flamers to this glorious undertaking for the Emperor. She prepared to move in, ready to take a forward positon as she and her Sisters began their sweep; they all knew better than to stand in front of such an indiscriminate instrument of the Emperor's diving wrath as a heavy flamer, and Amandine trusted her Sisters to cover her, to shoot down anything too far from her for the flamer to incinerate.<br><br>All that was needed was the order, once everyone was in position; Amandine caressed her weapon, quietly praying for the Emperor's blessing one last time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 07:49:59</strong>
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				More armed and equipped with weaponry, Brian appeared like a tank among men. Larger, taller than most imperial guard, his weapons seemed to fit comfortably. Dashing forward, ahead of Crassius, dropping his grenade launcher keeping steady. Becoming more like a mobile mortar trooper, other guardsmen carrying grenade launchers readied themselves in this fashion. Preparing for massive assault on those artillery cannons, it was a matter of his superior giving that one word order to engage possible opposing forces.<br><br>((Shit post but what do you expect, I'm not entirely clear on the happenings at this point. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 20:26:00</strong>
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				"Understood, Brother-Sergeant," Vindicca replied as he flicked off the safety and activated the weapon's plasma generator.&nbsp; The plasma gun's machine spirit responded.&nbsp; The weapon came to life at once, suffusing his body with a white glow from the white-hot miniature star within.&nbsp; "For The Emperor!" he bellowed as he aimed at the grav-tank.&nbsp; At once he let loose with plasma bolts, aiming towards the center of the Falcon's turret.&nbsp; The onboard Pulse Laser could easily punch through Terminator or even Rhino Armor.&nbsp; It needed to be disabled quickly.&nbsp; A Plasma gun could do it, but it required a bit of the Emperor's luck.&nbsp; "Emperor, guide my hand..." he intoned in a short prayer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:43:43</strong>
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				(I took a weekend off and it got away from me XD)<br>"3...2....1..."<br>Alexi had spent this whole time getting into position, quietly, quickly. a few times the Eldar had passed by, and Alexi had been forced to dive to the ground. in his ragged dirty uniform he appeared as a corpse, and the ever self-assured Eldar had passed him by.<br>now he sprang up and ran. The balcony, keep going, the balcony. it was the perfect position, fourth floor, great view of the battlefield perfect sniping position.<br>Except someone was already there, the cloak and armor gave him away as some kind of eldar. he had his gun trained on one of the marines, slowly lining up a shot. The xeno was a hunter, like Alexi he knew the sniper's art, he'd not neglect his back.<br>sure enough there was some kind of trip sensor for something set up on the floor. Alexi took careful aim with the ripper pistol, and let the rounds fly. the kick from the rounds were incredible, her put more of the ripper rounds than needed into the Eldar, sending the shredded body over the parapet.<br>he called over his comm "in position and ready Sir, let the men know they cann call for sniper support when nessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 02:56:29</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Space Marines</span></strong><br><br><strong>Crixus</strong><br><br>A hail of bolter shells impacted against the Wraithlord and the remaining Wraithguard but still they advanced, their slow gait closing the distance with every step, as soon as they reached optimal engagement range the Wraithguard halted, planting its feet firmly in the ground and firing over and over into the squad of terminators. Bright blasts of foul warm energy impacting against their holy armor. A second terminator brother was felled his armor failing under the constant barrage of raw energy. As his body fell to the ground with a smoking hole in its chest, the second Wraithguard met it's fate, it's warithbone body damaged beyond it's ability to survive the ancient warrior silently fell to the ground it's weapons firing no more.&nbsp; With the distraction provided by it's brethren the Wraithlord managed to close the distance with the terminators. It swung it's massive power blade in a wide sideways arch. Striking one of the terminators in the shoulder and driving the warrior brother to the ground. Turning with an agility and speed that belied it's size the Wraithlord struck out at Crixus with it's massive blade in a brutal forward thrust. <br><br><hr><br><strong>Nicodemus</strong><br><br>The Eldar warrior had no time to react as both of Nicodemus's chainswords cut into his body. The roar of the sword's engines and the squeal of adimantium biting into wraithbone overpowering the warrior's death shout. As he was literally sawed in half by the assault marine's blades. The rest of Nicodemus's brothers were also engaged in melee with the xenos. The sounds of chainblades roaring and the foul alien war cries of the Eldar erupting all around. Several feet in front of Nicodemus, Brother-Sargent Amadeus removed one Eldar's head from it's body with a clean swipe of his blade. <br><br>But above the din of battle a single war cry could be heard. "The Laughing God mocks you!" shouted a voice in Low Gothic, the voice itself was too smooth, to sharp, and all together to alien to ever be confused for that of a human. It was one of the Eldar and she was making sure that all humans around her could understand her words. She was clad in blood red armor and in one hand wielded a sword that seemed several sizes too big for her body. On her other arm was strapped a strange blade protruding just far enough so that it could be used as a punch dagger. The leg bracers of her armor sported small blades as did the joints at her knees and the ends of her boots. It was obvious that her armor had been crafted to make her every movement a potential death blow. Nicodemus's battle brothers charged forward at the warrior in red his chainblade roaring as he attacked with a lightning fast sideways stroke aimed to drive right into the female Eldar's chest. She countered with a speed that was hard for even the enhanced senses of a Space Marine to follow. Ducking low and underneath the Assault Marine's strike, she rose up with almost contemptuous ease. Her blade held in a reverse handed grip as if it were no heavier than a feather. Before the brother marine could even react she was driving her blade through his chest pulping both of his twin hearts as she twisted the blade and withdrew it in one smooth flowing motion. As if she knew exactly what was about to occur she took a quick step to the right, avoiding a double handed downward strike that would have cleaved her in half. Turning the sidestep into an almost dance like spin the Eldar warrior turned to face her new attacker, falling to the ground in a quick graceful splits with one leg out in front of her and the other out behind , she lashed with her punch dagger driving the weapon into the slightly softer armor around the marine's knee joint. The blade punched through and an instant later the brother's body began to shake, a strangled gurgling gasp could be heard over the squad's voxlink. "Enjoy the kiss of death" the Eldar warrior cried out before springing back to her feat leaving the two dead battle brothers in her wake. He head pointed directly at Nicodemus, the face plate of her helmet&nbsp; a holographic a vision of daemonic horrors, "You are inferior!" she yelled as she charged at Nicodemus. <br><br><hr><br>3rd Squad opened fire along side Brother Calhoun, bolters barking as a veritable rain of the self propelled explosive tipped rounds were launched at the Falcon, it's armored frame taking soaking up round after round. Several rounds slamming into both the pilot and gunner's windshields. A single plasma blast struck the Falcon on it's right side burning through and causing real damage. In response the Falcon's gunner reacted to 3rd Squad, turning his attention from the marines it had previously been targeting and firing a long strafing blast across 3rd Squad's position. A single battle brother of 3rd squad let out a grunt as a stray piece of shuriken, the afflicted battle brother did not even stagger back a step as he continued to fire. <br><br>As the downpour continued to impact the Falcon it's pilot slowly began to pull backwards. Even as smoke slowly began emanating from his vehicle the grav-tanks gunner never stopped firing. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"> Imperial Guard</span></strong><br><br>1st Squad advanced slowly keeping low just like they had been trained to, their Sargent instructing them with quick hand signals, as they closed the distance with the outer line of silent artillery guns, Guardsman Davidson began to hope that they might actually make it through this decoy detail. The grim expression on his face slowly spreading into a smirk, they were almost far ahead enough for the rest of the squads to move up then it would be some other squad's turn to be on point and he'd be able to sit there safe in cover and wa........<br><br>Davidson's thoughts were cut short as a single razor sharp shard silently entered his head from the front and exited from the rear, pulping the contents of his skull in less than a split second. The Guardsman didn't even have time to realize he had been shot before his life was over. The rest of 1st Squad followed his example shortly after, without a single sound or muzzle flash they were cut down one by one, seeming to drop for no reason at all. A second later the rest of the squads in Lt. Devri's platoon came under fire. There was no sign of the attack other than Guardsmen suddenly falling dead where they had been standing a moment before. <br><br>"Snipers!" Jenkins called out to his squad "Everybody down!" As he gave the order he hugged his cover even closer trying to see where the enemy firepower was coming from. It was obvious by the way the Guardsmen were falling that the sniper fire was coming from the general direction of the artillery guns. But there was no sign where any of the snipers were, they were too well hidden to spot. He turned to tell his vox-man to call in some support but before the words could even leave his lips the vox operator took a round in the head, "Shit!" Jenkins muttered "Anyone know how to work a vox?" he shouted to his squad "if you do then get your ass over here and call in some damn support!"<br><br><br><hr><br>As his feet touched the ground and his grav-chute powered down Captain Alonzo quickly looked from side to side, checking to see that all of his stormtroopers had landed. Once he was satisfied that his 15 man squad was good to go he used hand signals to communicate with them. Not wanting to give away their position with unneeded noise. Using quick simple battle signals he said <em>We move forward, double time, objective is that white building, stick together, keep quiet.</em> He then slowly began to move forwards, his squad had been lucky this time, they'd landed together and within sight of their objective. They were less than 50 yards from the building. Moving at a brisk jog he led the stormtroopers to the doorway of the building. The door was closed and locked again using hand signals he said <em>fire team 1, breach the door, clear the room</em> He then handed one of the members of fire team 1 a Krak grenade and stepped back to allow them to get into position to breach the door and take the room. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sisters of Battle</span></strong><br><br>Silent and deadly, these were the watchwords of the Eldar tasked with defending the convent building, it's positioning would give who ever held it a straight path down one of the main streets leading directly to the gates into the mining complex's entrance area where the Space Marines were fighting other elements of the Eldar war host. Anyone using this street would easily be able to flank the gates guards. As such the attacking force had never left, they had simply hidden. And at an order that went unheard by human ears they launched their own attack. Seeming to appear from the shadows without warning six Eldar spears soared through the air, each one striking it's intended target in an instant six sisters repentia were dead, their carapace armor providing almost no protection against the Eldar's spears. "You will fear the judgment of the council" one of the Eldar voices shouted. At the same time, several striking scorpions dove from the upper reaches of the room where they had remained hidden in the shadows, their chainswords roaring. as they fell upon the 2nd Seraphim squad.<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Inquisition</span></strong><br><br><br>As the Inquisitor's craft circled above the space marine's battle with the Eldar the craft's pilot remained focused on controlling the craft his body had been hardwired to his control station from the waist down and each arm ended in the control consul itself. Suddenly and without warning Farseer Irulan's voice was inside Inquisitor Pallas's head. <em>Foolish human, did you truly think that you could escape my sight?</em> her voice whispered, coiling around his mind like a snake <em>I foresaw your defeat before you even existed, this craft which you thought to be your sanctuary will in truth be your grave</em> As the words echoed in Pallas's mind the craft's pilot let out a strangled shout, his body going ridged as the Farseer's mind cleaved into his, ripping his undefended mind apart with only the faintest amount of thought. The pilot's body went ridged for a moment then collapsed his head falling forward as the craft began to slew sideways and towards the earth. With it's controller gone the craft's machine spirit had no direction and a crash was inevitable. <br><br>The Callidus Assassin quickly grabbed Pallas's arm "Inquisitor we must evacuate the transport" she said softly but firmly. The craft that had been assigned to Pallas and his retinue was not standard by any means, one of the features included in it was a set of emergency grav-chutes. They were intended to insure that valuable passengers had a chance of survival should a crash occur, they were small and only good for one use. The Assassin was already moving to secure and prep them for the Inquisitor and the rest of his retinue.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eldar</span></strong><br><br>Both Batiatus and Irulan were blurs of motion, Batiatus wielding his thunder hammer with both hands, his other weapons stowed on his body. Irulan striking and defending with her spear. To the unaided eye their duel was little more than a series of near still images at the very limit of natural human perception, a thrust from Irulan deflected by the haft of Batiatus's thunderhammer........... A kick from Batiatus intended to break the Farseer's ribs deftly sidestepped....... Irulan's counterstrike coming within a hair's width of cutting into Batiatus's neck.....Each commander intent on slaying the other and leading their forces to victory.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 05:06:12</strong>
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				Alexi tapped his vox headset "hello? command? targets please?" Alexi was suprised he had no orders.<br>He took aim and saw the guardsmen come under sniper fire, of course his goal seemed clear, till they give him new orders or priority targets he'd play a game of hunting the hunters. not easy when the enemy could blend into the buildings and surroundings.<br>he looked for the tell tale sign, judging direction of the shot, then waiting and waiting...<br>when the sniper fired next Alexi would put a beam through him. the movement of a sniper dual was simple, wait for your opponent to reveal himself, remain calm, breathe, and take the shot when it comes. then move to a new position and keep firing and moving, the same as hunting back home. the diffrence was these targets were smarter and would be doing the same thing, he just hoped he was better.<br>(next sniper to make an attack is fired upon by alexi, He is looking for the tell tale light from a weapon. for each time they fire he can take another shot. that's how countersniping is done)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:39:12</strong>
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				The veteran Seraphim nestled discreetly among the other sisters saw the eldar dropping down after their spears struck their marks, a puff of gasses and her jump pack sent her skyward, slamming her left armored shoulder into one of the falling Eldar, angled arm pressing her bolter pistol against the eldar's belly, and she pulled the trigger, she landed on the eldar she shot, foot against its neck with her left pistol pointed at its face, and pulls the trigger again, her other pistol was holstered on her hip, as she pulled her powered sword from her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 08:46:16</strong>
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				Staying behind for cover support, anchoring his grenade launcher properly at an artillery gun. At the first of this mission, Brian was aware this wouldn't be going as planned. Expecting artillery fire was imminent, some thing more sinister appeared; snipers. These were crack shots, knocking down Guardsmen without a sweat, so he assumed at least. Other Guardsmen, few actually, stayed behind for cover fire in case of cannon fire. Standing up while all others dropped, Brian had calculated and made a rough estimation of their position. Judging by the blood splatter and holes appearing, this gave him a rough direction where they might have mobilized. Anchoring the launcher high, aiming for the area around one of the large artillery, a Guardsmen gripped Brian's carapace armor, forcing him down. The large guardsmen armed with various weapons collapsed in a mighty thump. Immediately after falling, two skimming sounds zipped by, clipping the ground some distance behind them. Turning to investigate who just tugged him down lay a dead guardsmen. This was unfortunate since this man had just saved Brian's life. Grabbing the guardsmans body, he flaked it over his own, using it as cover. This was a disgraceful act but needed if approaching his back up. Crawling across the open field, sniper fire struck the body, breaking through but meeting Brian's carapace armor on the other side. This provided great protection, and after several shots they ceased. "Alexi." He whispered hiding under a body while crawling closer before stopping. Taking matters into his own hands, hoping others would follow, Brian began unleashing one grenade after another in the direction he assumed the snipers were. Other guardsmen fired only out of spite, trying to put pressure, but most wouldn't act until given orders. Of course, Brian would disregard orders for obvious reasons. <br>((Remember, there are no muzzle flashes. This is all about judgment and estimation, since I'm sure no one has Vox. I chose to be anti-infantry, sorry. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 09:18:18</strong>
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				Accepting the krak grenade silently from the captain, Markus quickly moved into position, setting it on the door so quietly that he heard his heartbeat more loudly than the breaching device being placed. Having set the charge, he moved along the wall, counting on the doorframe to channel the concussive force of the explosion away from him. In a smooth motion, he slid his power sword out, the sheath of the long blade strapped across his back, and took the long hilt in both hands, preparing for all hell to break loose. Signalling to his new teammates, he had them take positions similar to his, pressed against the wall near the door.<br><br>Then, with a quick signal, the breach was made, and the two sides moved in, the powerful hot-shot lasguns used by the Storm Troopers filling the room as the first fire team assaulted the room. In the forefront was Corporal Alexian, sword swinging in smooth, controlled arcs, a red crackling energy coursing along the blade that would cut through anything that stood in its path by disrupting any matter in its path on the most basic level. Markus was no longer a man. He was an extension of his blade, his body moving fluidly, as if he was nothing more than the wind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 16:20:23</strong>
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				Commissar Darius witnessed the Vox-man’s gruesome death.&nbsp; The shot through the poor bastard’s head was perfect, his brains splattered onto the Commissar’s previously immaculate uniform.&nbsp; Wiping away brain splatter from his face, Darius followed up Jenkins’ order, “Who can work a vox?” he shouted at the squad.&nbsp; A guardsman motioned that he could, but it was evident that the man was either pinned down or too afraid to move.&nbsp; Darius cursed the man and purposefully strode over to him and snatched him over to the vox, using his own body as a shield to protect the now valuable guardsman.&nbsp; Upon reaching Jenkins and the vox, Darius thrust the anonymous guardsman behind what cover there was and grunted at Jenkins with a nod.&nbsp; Taking cover with Jenkins and the guardsman, Darius pulled his plasma pistol and glared at the Guardsman.&nbsp; The Guardsman immediately went to work on the vox.<br><br>(if Darius gets hit with any sniper fire I will retcon this post if necessary to reflect the action – otherwise if action continues, I will delete this ooc)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 20:43:41</strong>
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				"COVERING FIRE!" He screamed aloud as he watched the commissar head for the pinned down man. He popped his head up and began to shoot his lasgun into the area ahead, hoping that he would hit something or force it to move. He looked at most of the other guardsmen were just sitting in their cover and not doing anything, "MOVE UP AND COVER THE COMMISSAR!" He waved them forward to his position which had enough space for four others. One who was in the open decided it was safer with him and moved forward and began firing his weapon with Crassius. He hoped the others would do the same otherwise they would be in some deep trouble with a big marker on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 21:09:01</strong>
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				"Die xeno dog" another las round impacted, he missed, but the best thing about the long-las no need for reloads, it could fire as fast as you could pull the trigger, the second round went wide then pop, a bloodspurt. "Got you" it was time to move, the ruined building overlooking the parkway had a few other floors.<br>From his next position he could not see the marines, not that his las rounds would help them. this was a crow's nest, perfect spot
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 23:36:53</strong>
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				Amandine felt herself grow cold as she watched the spears arcing through the air, as if in slow motion, the chill sliding up her spine as hatred for the Eldar filled her. Her jaw clenched as the spears impaled the Repentia, but Amandine was already turning away, striding forward towards the patch of shadow the spears came from, before the bodies of the Repentia hit the floor of the convent.<br><br>"The Emperor will suffer this defilement of His holy convent, xeno filth! We <strong>will</strong> purify it!" her gauntleted finger slid over the ignition rune on the handle of her heavy flamer as she advanced, spraying from side to side, knowing it would both obscure her and her sisters behind her, as well as incinerate anything the burning promethium came into contact with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:49:09</strong>
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				It was not luck that saw Crixus avoid the Wraithlords attack, it was the result of hours and days and weeks and months and years of training, training that had been perfected during a dozen campaigns, across a dozen times a dozen worlds. It was the reflexes of an Angel of Death, it was awareness of thine foe, it was predicting what it would do by putting himself into its position, what would he have done? That is what allowed Crixus to move in such a way as to let the thrust miss him entirely before taking the chance to counter attack, at such close range however, his weapons were not ideal. <br><br>It was for this very reason that the 1st Company member put away his flamer and storm bolter, drawing out his mighty <em>Storm Shield</em> and <em>Thunder Hammer</em>. "<strong>Come then you filthy heathen, see if you can fell me! Because if you cannot, I shall fell you, then I shall strike at the rest of your smug bastard race!</strong>" He'd have spat the words if it would have done anything but put spit on the inside of his helmet. With Thunder Hammer in hand, Crixus moved to close the distance between his machine foe him and himself, swinging to hopefully take out its knee. "<strong>What a cruel fate, even if you had the stones to win this fight, your race are a dying lot, running on borrowed time! You could win a thousand wars, but you'll still all be gone in a few generations!</strong>" Crixus was very respectful of his opponents that way.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:36:41</strong>
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				Pallas's face went blank when he heard the Eldar speaking in his mind. What sort of blasphemous- His thoughts were cut short by the pilot collapsing, the Inquisitor was still reeling in shock when the Assassin grabbed his arm, yanking him away. Next thing he knew, he was sailing through the air, falling down toward the asteroid. The cold whipping at his body brought him back to his senses quickly enough, at least.<br><br><br>By the time he landed, the Inquisitor was outright livid. He looked about for his cadre, getting his bearings, before motioning them to follow and headed for his target entrance. As he pulled his bolt pistol from his hip, checking the clip and setting it to three-round burst, he voxed on open channels, so that everyone could hear him.<br><br><br>"This is Inquisitor Pallas. If you find the xenos Farseer, I request that before you kill her, gouge her eyes from her skull and bring them to me. Pallas out," he growled. "I'm sure you heard that," he said to the air. Just for that message the xenos sent, he felt dirty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 10:57:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nicodemus</strong></span><br><br>Nicodemus turned to face the new attacker and said. "You mock me and kill my battle brothers.&nbsp; The Emperor will guide me through this fight.&nbsp; My ancestors are watching me.&nbsp; This fight i will not lose."&nbsp; With that he takes a battle stance and waits until the Eldar was just outside of reach then with a quick activation of his jet pack, Nicodemus propels himself into the Eldar leading with a blade hoping for a quick finish.&nbsp; Nicodemus keeps the other along side his body closest to the Eldar for a quick attack. "Now die Xenos scum."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 04:04:46</strong>
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				Alexi looked through his scope. "what the..." he saw two eldar fighting, high rankers too. he took careful aim, "fraggit" they were moving too fast
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 07:05:06</strong>
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				Brother Vindicca<br><br>Vindicca could see the damage his Plasma Gun was doing.&nbsp; One of his shells had punched deep into the hull.&nbsp; However, one of his brothers had been wounded by the turret's Shuriken Cannon.&nbsp; "Die, xeno filth!" He aimed his Plasma Gun directly at the turret, aiming for the cockpit window as best he could.&nbsp; Even if it did not kill the gunner, it might at least blind or disorient him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 20:30:10</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Space Marines</em></span></strong><br><br><strong>Crixus</strong><br><br><br>The Wraithlord moved with a speed and fluidity that no machine had any right to possess, before Crixus's blow could be landed the machine's own blade was in the way. Blocking Crixus's swing it's inorganic might allowing it to block the attack before Crixus's arm was even half way through the motion. As it did this the Wraithlord's free hand struck out, it's fist wreathed in the same energy as any power weapon would be, delivering a solid open palm strike to Crixus's stormshield. Using the&nbsp; gap it had created between where it's blade held Crixus's hammer and where it's fist and his stormshield met the Wraithlord delivered a vicious kick to Crixus's chest. Something that would have been impossible for any Imperial machine of similar size. With all of it's power and weight behind it's kick the Wraithlord was able to drive Crixus to the ground. Moving fast it drove it's foot into his chest plate again pinning him to the ground with it's immense weight. Both of it's arms were raised high, holding it's blade with both hands in an inverted grip. The war machine obviously intended to deliver a killing blow as it drove it's blade downward at the marine with all it's might. <br><br><strong>Nicodemus</strong><br><br>"Fool!" the Harlequin cried out, her helm making her voice shrill and cold. Still moving with the same contemptuous ease with which she had slaughtered Nicodemus's brothers she easily leaped over his charge. She allowed him pass under her as she turned a flip in midair landing smoothly on her feet facing the assault marine. Her strange pistol held in his direction, she opened fire. A series of bright orange spheres blasting from the weapon as she charged at Nicodemus, a single orange sphere striking his left hip burning through his power armor and digging a wound that would have crippled a mortal man into him. A split second later she was on him, her blade moving so fast it seemed to make the air itself sing as it struck out towards Nicodemus's injured side. <br><br><br><strong>Killian Calhoun/Brother Vindicca</strong><br><br><br>The Falcon began to whine softly as it's systems took more and more damage, each bolt round and plasma blast taking its toll on the vehicle as a whole. The craft's pilot was obviously no fool and realized his craft was not going to survive this battle. In one last desperate act he changed course ceasing to pull back and instead charging forward towards 3rd Squad's position hoping to ram through and destroy their cover so that it would be of no use to them against the other elements of the Eldar war host. A single plasma blast struck the cockpit dead on, burning through the already damaged view screen and the pilot strapped in behind it. With it's turret gunner still firing away the now pilot-less craft slewed to the right, crashing against the burnt out troop carrier that 3rd Squad had been covering behind. In an ironic twist of fate the ruined Falcon would now be able to provide the Marines with even more cover against the Dark Reapers who were managing to reform and prep to begin firing once again. "3rd Squad shift targets!" he called out "Target the enemy infantry!" he roared as he pointed to the Dark Reapers. To the left and right of his squad the sub chapter's other two tactical squads, 2nd and 4th Squads formed up behind the now larger cover and began to lay their own firepower into the Dark Reapers. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Imperial Guard</em></span></strong><br><br>The sniper fire continued unabated, the Eldar were hidden well and they knew it, unafraid of the guardsmen who were for the most part firing blind they continued to use their advantage of surprise to it's fullest effect. Until a single guardsman's voice rang out "I see 'em!" he shouted, pointing in the direction of one of the larger artillery guns. "Look! by the base of the gun. Jenkins looked where the guardsman was pointing and sure enough they were there! Granted he couldn't actually SEE the Eldar themselves, they were wearing some sort of camouflage but he could see their outlines. The camo was good but not perfect if he squinted and looked hard he could make out a slight shimmering that was most likely what ever material the Eldar were wearing. "He's right!" Jenkins shouted "The air shimmers where they're standing!!! OPEN FIRE!" With that he drew a bead on one of the Eldar snipers and began squeeze the trigger of his lasgun.<br><br><hr><br>The guardsman whom Commissar Darius had pulled to work the vox was already dialing up the correct frequency, a map that he'd grabbed from the previous vox operator in his hands. "Field command, come in" he shouted "We need armor support at the following co-ordinates!" As the guardsman read off the co-ordinates sniper rounds impacted around Commissar Darius, the snipers obviously knew they had been spotted and were now focusing on dishing out suppressive fire rather than perfect accuracy. <br><br><hr><br>The other guardsmen moved up to join Crassius behind his cover, their training kicking in and telling them that being behind cover was better than not. As the sharp-eyed guardsman called out his advice, the men around Crassisus listened up and too noticed the shimmering shapes of humanoid bodies hiding at the base of one of the silent artillery guns. Moments later a loud SNAP could be heard as an Eldar round struck the front of Crassius's helmet the impact strong enough to break the chinstrap and send the thing flying off his head. Two more such sounds and a single wet THUD could be heard as three of the guardsmen hunkering down with Crassisus took rounds of their own. They were not so lucky... one was dead instantly, his flak helmet not as strong as Crassisus's, and his brains paying the price, the second fell back with a hole in the center of his chest plate, and the third was on his knees grasping at his now bleeding throat.<br><br><hr><br>The shot was silent and without warning, one moment Alexi's sniping position was still except for his own movements and the next a razor sharp shard of shuriken was flying through it, traveling with a speed and accuracy that shouldn't have even been possible for a hand held weapon the Eldar round struck him in his shoulder, digging through his armor, into then out of him, and finally burying itself into the wall behind him. It had passed through him missing bones and arteries by millimeters. At the base of the artillery guns the infantry were trying to capture the round's firer was already reloading for another shot. Hidden behind his camouflage but still visible if one squinted hard. <br><br><hr><br><br>As Brian fired away with his grenade launcher he succeed only in drawing attention to himself, within moment's he'd drawn the wrath of one of the Eldar snipers upon himself. The xeno was quick in it's movements and took scant seconds to aim and begin firing, Three shots in rapid succession were silently launched at Brian each one finding it's mark and striking his carapace armor, denting and damaging it but not blowing a hole in his chest plate. Even though his armor held the force was more than enough to knock the wind out of anyone and take them off their feet. <br><br><hr> <br><br>The torrent of fire unleashed by the Stormtroopers was enough to kill anything small enough to fit in the room they had just breached, as well as kick up a large amount of smoke as the blazing hot lasblasts tore into the walls. As the smoke cleared Alonzo, Markus, and the rest of the Stormtroopers were met by a true surprise....nothing....the room was empty, there were no bodies, no blood stains, no sign of who ever might have been in the room. But before Alonzo could even give his men their next order, all hell broke loose on the Stormtroopers. A faint sound similar to an electrical discharge could be heard for a split second, and without warning the Stormtroopers were suddenly under fire. From the rear! <br><br>"Warp Spiders!" one of the men called out. "Take cover!" shouted Alonzo "Hold the doorway!" as he snapped out his orders he took cover behind the door frame firing his own hotshot laspistol out the doorway. The sound of another discharge could be heard and the Warp Spyders who had been behind them a moment ago were gone. Leaving two Stormtroopers on the floor their armor and bodies ruined. "Keep an eye out!" Alonzo warned "they'll hit us again!" <br><br>As if waiting for this very phrase the Warp Spiders appeared a second time, once again heralded by the faint discharging sound. This&nbsp; time they were attacking from the left flank of the doorway firing inside the room at an angle, the monofilament blasts of their weapons tearing appart a stormtrooper who had been hiding behind the doorway. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sisters of Battle</em></span></strong><br><br>As Sister Amandine, let loose with her flamer the other sisters of her 5 woman squad opened fire as well, adding their own heavy weapons fire to hers. The roar of heavy bolters was near deafining in the small space as a second Retributor took up a firing position several feet to the right of Amandine's. Firing on her target location from a second angle. From behind them, the six spears which had impaled the Repentia suddenly dislodged themselves from their victims, flying backwards to the location from where they had came. It was at this point that many of the sisters realized that 'spear' wasn't the best word to describe these Eldar weapons. The best word to describe them would be 'glaves' as both ends of each weapon possessed a blade. In another instant three members of Amandine's squad were dead, one sister losing her head as the glave passed through her neck. The sister next to Amandine suffering a spear passing straight through her chest, and the third sister having both of her arms severed by two glaves. A single glave grazed past Amandine, cutting a groove in the shoulder pad of her armor before flying past. As soon as the last glave had disappeared into the shadows six Eldar stepped forward, each one carrying one of the weapons. To the shock of several of the sisters the fire they had been pouring onto the Eldar seemed to have no effect. Each warrior was holding up one of their hands making a stopping motion with their open palms. Obviously using their psychic abilities to stop the incoming fire before it struck them. "This will be your tomb Mon-kegh!" one of the Eldar shouted. <br><br><hr><br>The head of the Striking Scorpion under Mynra's foot disappeared as the bolt detonated inside it's skull but the sister had no time to savor her victory. All around her, the fellow Seraphim were fighting tooth and nail against the other Striking Scorpions, doing their best to keep the Eldar melee warriors from attacking their fellow sisters who were less equipped to handle such a foe. To Mynra's right one sister was cut down by a green chainblade, in front of her another fell on her back, her hands grasping at her face which had been turned to a ruined mess an Eldar mandiblaster. All around the shrikes and shouts of desperate melee combat could be heard.&nbsp; Two of the Striking Scorpions struck out at Mynra, one swinging high with it's chainsword aiming for her neck. The other spinning in the air striking out for her body from her right side with it's leg. <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Inquisition</em></span></strong><br><br>"I am attempting to do just that Inquisitor" responded Capetian Batiatus as he continued to duel with Irulan. "But so far the witch has proven to be quite the warrior." As soon as Pallas and his retinue entered the cave the sounds of the battle outside seemed to instantly die away. There was no roar of weapons, no war cries, not even any vox chatter...only stillness. The map that Pallas had taken with him showed that the room holding his objective was straight down the tunnel he was in, followed by a right turn then a left. The caves walls were bare rock, unfinished and simply there. The mechanicus had wasted no resources in&nbsp; 'prettying up' their secret lab. <br><br>"Inquisitor" the Callidus Assassin whispered "This could very easily be a xenos trap....." her weapons were already drawn and her muscles were obviously tense, something didn't feel right to her about this situation....something deep down... "I suggest that if we do continue along this course we attempt to move as quickly and silently as possible" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 20:54:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crassius prayed his thanks to the emperor as he grabbed his carapace helm and slammed it back on. He stayed low as he moved to the dying guardsman. He looked and saw that the man wouldn't last long without some form of help. "MEDIC!" he screamed aloud as he pulled a standard bandage from the guardsman's webbing. It was lucky they had been issued standard kit for this mission, he had a med pack but wouldn't want to waste it on a man who would die soon anyway. He watched one of the medics run forward and stuffed the bandage against the wound. It would help him from bleeding out as fast but that it would be it.<br><br>He leaned back against the cover he had and waved more troops to him. "MOVE UP! SHOW THESE XENOS SCUM WE DO NOT TAKE KINDLY TO COWARDS!" As more took up spots next to him he looked around for some better cover or at least a flanking position, he needed to get these men out of this trap. He hunkered down not wanting to lose his head. Popping his head for only a short time to fire and look around for a spot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:03:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"holy mother of the emperor's fragged and fried body upon the throne" Alexi hit the grround as the round tore through him. it wasn't sevare, it had avoided killing him, it could have been deliberate, it could have just been the emperor watching over him at that moment.<br>either way, he had to move, change position. he held his bleeding arm and slung his rifile over his back. it could have been worse.<br>well the only way to go higher was the roof, there could be eldar up there, he pushed open the door, ripper pistol in his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aftiel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:50:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Myrna is fast, she was elevated to seraphim because she was fast, that speed of hers was now being tested by two xenos. Her sword hummed as she jumped to the side, denying both of them their attempts to attack her by not dodging back towards either, but it also made her less able to mount an effective counterattack. Her bolter lifted again and fired at the chain blade wielding xenos, a scowl worn on Myrna's face as they denied her the chance to savor the victory over her previous victim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 05:59:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course it's a trap. They say the Eldar are older than the stars themselves, and there's no way a race, our own glorious one included, can survive that long without being cunning. I've been expecting a trap or an ambush of some variety or another since the Grand General mentioned the Techpriests, which is why I and the priest will lead. You take the middle, the other two take up the rear." And with that, Pallas began walking through the mine as directed by the map, his power sword turned off, to minimize noise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 18:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Commissar Darius observed the battle with an unapproving eye.&nbsp; He holstered his pistol and rolled the dead vox operators body out of the way once the new operator had the vox in his posession.&nbsp; Knowing that his pistol had no chance of reaching the enemy accurately, he procured the dead soldier’s lasgun.&nbsp; He began to march towards the remaining squad members still pinned down in the open, returning fire at the shimmers where the sniper fire seemed to originate from.&nbsp; When he reached the group he offered kind words of encouragement, “Cowards die in shame heroes die with honor and glory.&nbsp; Show these bastards what The Seventh can do or I’ll show you what I can do! RETURN FIRE!!!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It only took Markus a moment to realize that the room was empty, and immediately he was on guard again, sword held warily, prepared for an ambush. And sure enough, he heard the words 'Warp Spiders' and hit the deck immediately, diving towards the wall to avoid the unstoppable hail of monofilaments that the Eldar warriors fired. "Goddamn cowards," the stormtrooper muttered under his breath as he approached the door in a crawl, the energy field around his power sword turned off so he could grasp it halfway along the blade as he made his way to crouch a couple feet away from the open doorway.<br><br>Taking the sword in both hands, reactivating the energy field, he watched as yet another one of his new squadmates was torn apart by minute threads that slipped between the molecules of his body and sliced him into mush. "Sir!" Markus called out to his commander, "get the man away from the door! We need to draw them into a firing zone where we can pick them off in smaller numbers and concentrate our fire!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:15:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eldar war machine boot struck his chest and sent Crixus down. Even with the Terminator armoured taking most of the force of the blow, the man in the suit couldn't help but feel his chest ache for a moment. Just a moment however, his enhanced body soon went to work taking care of him. That however, didn't protect him from the massive leg that came down on him, pinning him in place while it prepared to skewer him with its massive blade. Quick thinking put together a plan, and as the plan not working could mean his death. Moving his arm as much as he could, he tried to position his thunder shield in between himself and the Eldar weapon about to come down. Crixus closed his eyes, as powerful as his hearing was, it needed to be at its full. He tried to block out all other sound. He needed to focus on the sound...mainly the Wraithlords mechanical limbs moving. When that sword came down, Crixus planned on swinging his Thunder Hammer into it, if he could knock it away, great. If he could shatter its top, all the better. If it failed....his life was possibly in the hands of the armours servo-motors and the Thunder Hammer.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 06:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He bashed it wide open, and to his suprise, there was no eldar in the way. "well that's... not expected"<br>either way he set up the Long-las, this time using the struts to stablize the shot. he took aim, he could see the camoflaged eldar, the one that had shot him, or at least what he assumed to be the same eldar. it was hard to see him, alexi waited, taking slow breaths, then slowly squeezed the trigger. the las round missed the target, the Eldar had enough time to turn before the second round hammered his xeno skull.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 09:20:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amandine did not waver, not even for an instance. Her sisters died a good death, the Emperor's Grace be with them, and their loss would only fuel the hatred and righteous fury of the rest of the Sororitas in the convent.<br><br>Striding forward towards the Eldar Seers, Amandine began to chant the Light of the Emperor, loudly proclaiming her dedication and zealous desire to see to His holy work to cleanse the convent, seeking the Emperor's divine protection in aid. She knew in her raging heart that given the time to work, the purifying fire of the Emperor's Holy Flamer would overwhelm the foul psychic shield of the xenos. All Amandine needed to do was last long enough for it to have the chance, and her will would not fail - she would never betray the Emperor like that! - but her flesh, like all flesh, was not as strong on it's own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:20:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brother Vindicca<br><br>Vindicca shimmied up the smoldering Falcon hull.&nbsp; He aimed his weapon at the turret gunner's windshield.&nbsp; Two taps.&nbsp; The first burned through the damaged windshield.&nbsp; The second evaporated a burning hole through the gunner, sealing his demise.&nbsp; He got down before the Dark Reapers could get a bead on him.&nbsp; Eldar were fast, but the ponderous nature of the Dark Reaper's weapons would make it difficult for them to turn quickly.&nbsp; He peaked over the side.&nbsp; He could see them standing in excellent cover.&nbsp; However, one of them caught his eye.&nbsp; His weapon was slightly different, and his armor more ornate than the rest of them.&nbsp; His hand motions indicated he was giving orders."That must be their leader," he thought.&nbsp; Vindicca took aim with his Plasma Gun, and at the perfect moment pulled the trigger...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:46:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicodemus</span></strong><br><br>As soon as the shot connected with his armor and body Nicodemus' armor started pumping endorphins into his body to get rid of the pain.&nbsp; The Harlequin was on him quick.&nbsp; Nicodemus used his two chainswords to block as much as he could but he let through the first thrust she made which he dodged easily. Nicodemus then grabbed her hands after the cross bar of the sword then pulling her off balance then attacking her with the other chainsword.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Space Marines</em></span></strong><br><br><strong>Crixus</strong><br><br>The armor that Crixus wore was centuries old, it was an artifact of the chapter from the time of the chapter's founding. Worth several times its weight in both tactical armor and space marines every day it received repairs, both from Crixus and from tech adepts attached to the chapter. But despite all this it was still old and like all things time had taken it's tole. As Crixus attempted to strike at the Wraithlord's sword the servo-motors in his right arm seized up, for the briefest of milliseconds. This minor malfunction was enough to throw off the Space Marine's perfect timing and aim. Rather than delivering a strike close to his body in order to hit the tip of the blade Crixus's armor caused his strike to come out wide striking above quite a bit his intended target. Instead of the Wraithlord's sword Crixus found his thunder hammer striking the Eldar war machine's wrists. The force of the blow was enough to pass straight through the construct's left joint, completely severing the hand that had once been there, and severely damage it's right, causing the sword to clatter uselessly to the ground. Stepping back the Wraithlord raised its arms in a defensive stance power crackling as it's one good hand's energy field activated. <br><br><strong>Nicodemus<br></strong><br><br>The Harlequin recognized that Nicodemus was a more than capable warrior,had he been any less skilled he would have already been dead, but even so she saw him as little more than a moth trying to out fly a hawk. She was not bound by the limits of human ability. Her strange combination of dance and combat never seemed to stop or slow or even change from it's intended choreography so fluid were her movements. She wretched her hand free of his and brought her right leg straight up against her chest, bending it at the knee so that she could block his blow with the blades along her calf. At the same instant she opened fire with her pistol launching several of the deadly spheres at one of Nicodemus's fellow Assault Marines who himself had just finished hacking a Dark Reaper apart. The spheres struck him dead center in the back, igniting the fuel stores of his jet pack as they passed through it and into his spine. The warrior fell to the ground in flames. An instant later the Harlequin was on the attack again, using her leg to shove herself back a few steps before charging in and attacking. Thrusting her blade forwards several times as she deftly continued to dodge Nicodemus's blows. <br><br><br><br><strong>Killian Calhoun/Brother Vindicca</strong><br><br>The white hot plasma blast flew through the air,&nbsp; the last thing that the Dark Reaper that Brother Vindicca had fired upon saw was this searing ball of deadly energy and heat quickly approaching it's body. A moment later he was dead, the other members of his squad, and the other two squads not currently involved in melee combat with the Assault Marines were moving quickly, in a matter of seconds they had gone from being disorganized by the sudden charge of Assault Marines to reforming their firing lines. Almost as one they brought their weapons to bare on the three Tactical Marine squads who were&nbsp; firing on them. Anyone standing close to the Dark Reapers would be able to see the joints of their armor locking into place in order to help stabilize their light frames against the recoil of their deadly weapons. Brother-Sargent Rmey pointed at one of the Dark Reaper squads "That squad is a priority target!" he ordered. He'd fought against the Eldar many times in his life and knew well the markings that denoted their elite warriors. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Imperial Guard</em></span></strong><br><br>It took several minutes for the armored support to reach the pinned guardsmen. But when it finally arrived it did so in spectacular battle changing fashion. First the sound of an engine could be heard followed shortly by the clank of&nbsp; vehicle tracks. Then suddenly a single Hellhound flame tank surged forward through a hole in the line of guardsmen. As soon as there was no fear of trampling their own troops the tank's crew angled it directly for the location of the Eldar snipers. It took under a minute for the tank to wade through firepower that would have taken hours for infantry. As soon as it was within range the Hellhound opened up with both it's hull mounted heavy flamer and it's turret mounted inferno cannon, turning the general area of the Eldar snipers into a blazing firestorm. From all along the line Sargents relaid a single order that had been passed down to they by the officers of the line "CHARGE!"<br><br><hr> <br><br><br>Had Markus been a member of a normal Guardsmen squad his advice no matter how sound would have been met at best with a stern lecture after the battle and at worst with a summary execution. But Cpt. Alonzo was the type of man to know good advice when he received it, quickly surveying the building's one room he pointed towards several large crates it's center. They would have to serve as cover for now "pull back behind the crates!" he ordered. "full suppressive fire out the doorway as soon as any of them poke their heads into it, someone call in some support! And for Emperor's sake keep your eyes on the other sides of the room! They don't need to use the door!" Alonzo was already up and running as he snapped out his orders, they had a solid defensible position, and they had the advantage of their enemy needing to come to them....all they had to do was hold out until the main force reached them.<br><br>As if acting to prove to his men that what he had said was the truth a squad of Warp Spiders appeared near the right wall of the room letting loose a volley of fire that saw another Storm Trooper downed. As they continued to fire on his squad's flank Alonzo ran for the cover he had indicated and fired his hotshot laspistol in response. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sisters of Battle</em></span></strong><br><br><strong>Amandine</strong><br><br>The chant that Amandine had started was quickly taken up amongst the rest of her sisters, each one focusing on the truth behind the chant's words and using it to fuel themselves, to push themselves harder than they ever would have dared.....<br><br><br>Despite the wall of fire and bolts unleashed by Amandine and her fellow Redemptors the Seer Councils psychic shield held firm, allowing the Eldar stand their ground against firepower that normally would have forced them into cover. ""Sisters, fight by my side, if you die for the Emperor... He may lift you up!" shouted a near angelic voice, a moment later Palatine Corley could be seen leading the remaining Sisters Repentia in a charge against the Eldar Seers. As their charge hit the the psychic shield that had been protecting the Eldar collapsed the focus needed to sustain it shifted to combating the raging women now amongst the foul xeno-psychics, even as they attempted to defend themselves Palatine Corley cut one of them down with a swift blow from her blade.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><strong>Myrna</strong><br><br>As Myrna fired the Striking Scorpion she was aiming for reacted quickly, ducking low and to the side in order to avoid the lethal rounds, at the same time the second Eldar charged in swinging it's blade in a close horizontal arch for another strike at the Seraphim, around Myrna her fellow Seraphim were holding their own against the Eldar melee specialists, both sets of warriors excelling at quick movements and graceful combat. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Inquisition</em></span></strong><br><br><br>The twisting turning path through the mine was utterly silent, and with the exception of the occasional body of a mechanicus techpriest it was totally empty, each techpriest's body showed signs of having suffered the same form of attack just before death. Their robes, and the bodies the robes covered, were riddled with small holes. As they turned the final corner and reached the entrance way to their destination Pallas and his retinue were greeted by the sight of what had once been a reinforced door and now was little more than scrap. Just beyond the door stood two squads of Dire Avengers, numbering 5 warriors each. The Eldar were standing before a single containment field generator, suspended within the field was the object that Bracker had asked Pallas to retrieve, it was a solid black sphere (http://www.themysticcorner.com/images/Black_Obsidian_Sphere.jpg). Seeming to simply sense Pallas's presence the Dire Avengers turned, raised their weapons, and opened fire!<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Eldar</em></span></strong><br><br>As the Tactical Marine squads engaged the Dark Reapers the Eldar sprung the final portion of their mixture of attack and trap, the War Walkers who up to this point had held their fire changed course, each group of three now driving hard into the flanks of the Space Marine positions, they opened fire as soon as they were within optimal range, pouring their deadly starcannon fire into the three Tactical Marine squads, attempting to assist the Dark Reapers in breaking the back of the Space Marine force.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Burn Xeno's BURN" Alexi called from above he watched as nothing escaped the hellhound's flames..<br>oh wait, somthing did. he took aim at the fleeing eldar as he darted from cover, his Alexi's arm was killing him, it forced him to swap to the other to brace his long-las.<br>and he missed... he cursed the pain in his arm, and cursed the xeno that had inflicted it.<br>of course the sight of it's body being crushed under the treads of a hellhound made him feel oh so much better
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crassius roared his approval as did the rest of the squad as the hellhound sprayed its cleansing flames over the sniper's position. He knew what would come next and attached his bayonet. When the order came down he was already up and waving the men forward as he charged the position of the control room. "FOR THE IMPERIUM OF MAN!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he moved towards the gun, the hellhound still further ahead of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His armour locked up for a moment, then his hammer swung and tore one hand straight off, and putting some damage to the other. When he would later tell the tale of his battle with the Wraithlord, he'd tell his Battle Brothers that was his plan all along. Regardless, as the foul machine backed up, the Space Marine took the chance to get off the floor. He wasn't giving it a chance to come at him again. Crixus got off the floor and pressed his assault straight away, it had killed his Brothers and had almost done him in. He wasn't giving it another chance. Upon his shoulders he had his Cyclone Missile Launcher, the Eldar machine should be an easy target at such range! Crixus took only the briefest of seconds to aim before unleashing the salvo. That would soften him up.<br><br>Crixus arced his hammer back as he ran towards the Wraithlord, putting all of his might into a shot at its leg. Clearly he could break off a hand, hopefully he could repeat the process on a leg. Smash the machine to bits. Once it was down he could redirect his efforts else where. Ease up the pressure on his allies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 16:27:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Commissar Darius watched the Hellhounds baptize the battlefield with the Emporer's Will.&nbsp; The liquid fire spouting from the inferno cannons paired with the screams from the Eldar as their bodies began to boil inside of their armor created a scene the Commissar greatly approved of.&nbsp; The tanks brought a much needed morale boost to the squads that were pinned by the enemy snipers.&nbsp; Commissar Darius dropped the lasgun he had procured, drew his plasma pistol and joined the charge to the control room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 20:39:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time the Dire Avengers turned, Pallas was already ducking out of the way to take cover behind one of the hunks of metal that once served as a door, his entourage doing the same. He waited for the initial wave of fire to die a bit before peeking out and releasing a spray of explosive bolter fire. With everyone else firing their own weapons as they willed, Pallas took a moment to consider what they could do. The Eldar had the advantage of crossfire, the only way he could take it away from them was to lead them into the corridor. That's it!<br><br><br>"Retreat," he voxed to his companions, "Fall back around that corner, take firing positions and cover each other!" First to move into an open position was Chaner, the Iron Guardsman, who provided cover fire for the Inquisitor, who fired his bolt pistol indiscriminately into the mess of xenos, while the less armed companions retreated behind them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 00:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the Warp Spiders materializing to the right of his comrades, Markus reacted with honed instincts. Launching himself forward, the sword-wielding Storm Trooper rolled towards the Eldar warriors, rising fluidly in a crouch and bringing his impressive blade forward, black energy crackling along his blade as he attempted to cut down the entire front row of the enemy soldiers with his power sword. Releasing the hilt of his sword with one hand, he went for his belt to grab a frag grenade, yanking it up and popping the pin out with one hand, but holding the lever down to keep it from going off too soon...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dauntless Crusade IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallenpaladin7</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 09:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nicodemus</strong></span><br><br>"You killed my brothers, you have tried to kill me, By the Emperor you will die, I will kill you.&nbsp; Brothers you will be avenged!"&nbsp; With that Nicodemus changes his attack patterns.&nbsp; He chops high and low attacking in all different directions.&nbsp; Chops, slices and stabs with both the cutting edge and the back end of his swords.&nbsp; when he has the eldar on the defensive Nicodemus Kicks the eldar as hard as he can in the legs to take away her advantage of agility.
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