The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)
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				Title: <strong>The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 08:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/57359/ship_1.jpg)</div><br>The sound of chanting could be heard throughout the hull of the ship.&nbsp; A steady hymn that played throughout the interior, proclamations made regarding the blessing of the Emperor on his Golden Throne.&nbsp; Every marine knew the words to each one that played and every crew member aboard the <em>Dawning Light</em> would know each word by heart before a station was found to receive them.&nbsp; The chants were played routinely during the passage through the Warp.&nbsp; Every syllable a ward of some sort to push back the denizens of that unholy place just outside this world.&nbsp; Righteous faith was an instrument as powerful as any machine in the depths of space.&nbsp; So when the chanting ceased abruptly, all knew it for a poor omen.&nbsp; There was no scheduled drop from the Warp at this point.<br><br>The <em>Dawning Light</em> was a ship of the Deathwatch and so no man among even the crew trembled with fear of the unknown.&nbsp; Every soul aboard knew the price they were expected to pay, someday.&nbsp; For a select few of the marines aboard that day might be fast approaching.&nbsp; Signals were given for a team to assemble at the Watch Captain’s order.&nbsp; Every marine so summoned finding only a simple message for their presence to appear at the present time and moment.&nbsp; There would be no discussion.&nbsp; Grenarius was not a man to be disobeyed without sound cause and justifiable reason.&nbsp; <br><br>Each man would find themselves brought to a hangar of the ship.&nbsp; Being prepared already was the looming figure of a Thunderhawk transport ship.&nbsp; Weapons bristled angrily at the edge of the monstrous wings as if an angry bird were ready to take flight and defend its young.&nbsp; Servitors worked tirelessly to load supplies and ordinance onto the transport while crew made their inspections and preparations for flight.&nbsp; Already a door was opened into the black void of space where the curve of a lush, green planet could be seen.&nbsp; Only a thin layer of Void Shield protected them all from death.<br><br>“Marines!&nbsp; Stand you ready to heed the Emperor’s call to arms!?”&nbsp; The voice of Grenarius boomed through the hanger as if carrying across the battlefield.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 00:29:43</strong>
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				The hymns and dirges in the honour of the Emperor of Mankind, which had been playing every day for as long as the journey through the Immaterium had lasted, ceased abruptly. For a mind like Cerias Kantor's, who had been a warrior for centuries, it was a message which was immediately understood and acted upon, as naturally as drawing breath. The large, muscular man had been deep in meditation, sitting on the floor of his bare cabin with just a shirt on, but as soon as the sounds of the Emperor's greatness ceased to reach his ears, he rose immediately, and began to don his armour.<br><br>Fitting the armour of a Space Marine was no simple process, and Kantor had a chapter serf of the Black Templars with him, helping him affix each segment of the armour into place, as well as overseeing the necessary rites and procedures for preparing a warrior god for combat. The serf was a failed initiate to the Chapter, a constant reminder that only a select few among the throng of humanity would ever rise to the position of Space Marine. To be selected to join the hallowed Deathwatch, fewer still.<br><br>Fifteen minutes after the ritual prayers had stopped playing over the ship's intercom, one of the bulkhead doors to the hangar opened with a loud hiss of venting steam, and a martial force, the pinnacle of a human warrior, a Space Marine, stepped onto the hangar deck. His massive armour was black as the interstellar vacuum, except for the bulky shoulder pads, which stood in contrast with their glaring white hue. On his right shoulder a stylised black cross was blazoned, marking the Marine as a member of the zealous and fanatical Black Templars. On the opposite shoulder, crisp red lines formed a <em>prime helix</em>, the symbol of the Apothecarion, those who protected and maintained the physical purity of the Space Marines. As the only Apothecary on this mission, Kantor was tasked with bringing back every member of their team alive. And if he could not do this, he would at least bring back their physical remains.<br><br>With each thunderous step against the armoured plating of the deck, there was a rattling of chains, as the ritual chains around his right arm clamoured. The heavy steel chains were a staple among the fanatical warriors of the Black Templars, physically bonding them to their weapons, preventing them from abandoning arms until the battle was won. A Black Templar fought to the bloody end, and never took a step back. It was both a strength and a weakness, and they would carry both with the same pride. The chain was secured tightly around his wrist, and fixed to the butt of his boltgun, which Kantor held in his right hand. Under his left arm, he held his white helmet, and on his left vambrace the most prominent symbol of his station was mounted; the nathecium and the reductor, as much of a tool in the heat of battle as his trusted bolter.<br><br>His slow and meticulous advance ended before the prepared Thunderhawk, his dark blue eyes gazing at the awaiting vehicle. Short, black hair appeared almost grey in the dull light of the hangar, but the zealous fire in his eyes was beyond questioning. The prayers over the intercom may have ceased, but a steady stream of muttered litanies came whispered from his lips. They were the zealous prayers of the Chapter, prayers of care and reliability of the Apothecarion, and the more generally accepted litanies of the Codex Astartes. He lowered one knee to the deck below him, closed his dark blue eyes, and waited patiently for the others of his team to join him.<br><br>The voice of Grenarius halted momentarily the stream of muttered words from the Marine's scarred lips, though he did not open his eyes in response to the shouted question. Instead, the tiniest hint of a smile creased his features. "The Black Templars have never lowered their arms, <em>Captain</em>," Kantor muttered to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:31:38</strong>
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				Kester sang along with the Chants, his voice a low rumbling bass, what you would expect from his form. Kester moved through the Katas he had practiced for centuries, the Claymore he wielded part of his body as he flicked it along, his massive form moving through the flowing moves with a shocking grace, for one unused to the Space Marines, and the Storm Wardens particularly. He missed the company of his chapter brothers. If this was a Storm Warden Vessel, he would have been among his battle brothers, challenging them, jockeying for the right to participate in the Vanguard of the next battle. There was none of that here. His comrades were worthy men in service to the Emperor, but they did not replace his chapter mates. He shook his head angrily, moving through the Kata's faster. He'd exhaust himself again. Practicing with his blade was all he could do at the moment. So he did, honing his skills, putting a monofilm edge on them.<br><br>When the message came he smiled, pounding his Breastplate in glee. The Black Armor marked him as a member of the Deathwatch, the emblazoned Lightning bolts marking him clearly as a Stormwarden, the cloak that sat on his shoulders only helping a little with that. He slung his Claymore into the straps set into his armor, taking the weight of the massive blade easily. He walked through the halls simply, eagerly, feet ringing on the deck as the Storm Warden walked swiftly to the command room. <br><br>The Armored figure stepped out to meet the other three in front of the pure black Thunderhawk. At Grenarius' call he unsheathed his blade once more, bringing the massive blade point down onto the deck, knowing that the Blade was forged of stronger stuff then the Deck itself as he rested his arms upon it.<br><br>"I stand ready, Captain. Where do the enemies of the Emperor Lurk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 07:23:38</strong>
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				Astelan continues chanting even after the ships vox cuts off. He finishes the page he is on and marks the page before he closes the tome in front of him, stands and calls forth his serf. He strips out of his red robes and allows the serf to put the rest of his armour on him. His chanting slowly fades away as he reaches the end of that particular hymn and he does not start the next, but he does find the quiet.. not unsettling, but still wrong.<br><br>Astelan looks down at his black, unadorned armour as the serf finishes with the last shoulder guard, the silver one with the Deathwatch symbol on it. Astelan smiles, at least that part is the right colour. His smile drops again as the serf hands him his black mark 7 helmet. The world takes on a green tint as he puts it on and seals it and takes his bolter from the waiting serf.<br><br>He'd never admit it but behind his mask he grins at the sight of the thunderhawk. Drop pods have a place in war, he'd never deny it, but a thunderhawk insertion is far superior in his mind. The shock and awe effect of having fifty astartes appear amongst your enemies lines all well and good if you are fighting foes who lack conviction, but against the Great Enemy and the real threats to the Imperium out there the flexibility and firepower of a thunderhawk is unrivaled. That and dying because of a guidance system failure is a poor death.<br><br>Astelan stands at attention and listens to the captain speak but says nothing. Any other time his company served alongside other forces of the Imperium for long periods of time they always found his chapter likes to keep to themselves, he isn't overly concerned if his new brothers think the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 10:36:08</strong>
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				"I must confess, Chaplain, that I am at peace within the Deathwatch."<br><br>Sovreign was kneeling in front of the might skull adorned Chaplain, who's helmet seemed to glare accusingly on anyone who approached. As the only Space Marine in the Deathwatch he had a schedule of meetings in the Reclusiam outside the normal in between missions of the others. After all, you couldn't trust a Mantis Warrior to uphold his spiritual integrity for more than a week at a time. The sins of Khoisan Neotera and <em>his</em> Mantis Warriors still reverberated through the chapter, their homeworld taken away from them, slowly dying with each Brother that died on the battlefield. And oh did they die. Driven almost insane by their fervor and ferocious will to redeem themselves the Mantis Warriors threw themselves on anything that they were pointed at. Ever since the Badab War they had dedicated every free moment that they could muster to hunt down Lufgt Huron. It had been considered a great step in the right direction when Sovreign had been accepted into the Deathwatch.<br><br>"What do you mean, Brother?"<br><br>It was incredible what the simple change of tone in the Chaplain's voice had wrought. Just now he had been holding a sermon in a very grave and inspired tone, hellfire and brimstone on his lips as he chastised the Marine for his past sins. Now instead there was an encouraging, almost fatherly tone.<br><br>"Among my fellow Mantis Warriors, we are always questioning ourselves and each other. Anyone could be a potential traitor, anything we do could be considered wrong and be the last drop that spills out the goblet that is the chapter. Here in the Deathwatch I know what I am doing is right. There is no wrong in the Deathwatch, for it is guided by far wiser hands..."<br><br>He was very much unprepared for the slap that the Chaplain administered to him, the clap of it echoing down the monastery vaults. A trickle of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth. Chaplain Caelus was one of the most strict of his position, having come from an illustrious two centuries in the Dark Angels chapter.<br><br>"Never confuse what is right for irresponsibility, Brother! Be ever vigilant of the heresies that dwells in the heart of man and the mind of the Space Marine, for it is devious and leaks into every crack of the mountain. You are right to be suspicious of everything you do, Mantis Warrior. Would it be only that all chapters were as vigilant, there would have been no Badab War. Never forget that, Brother Sovreign! Always be vigilant!"<br><br><hr><br>It was these words that rang through his head now as he stood at attention with his Brothers before the Captain. Be ever vigilant. He looked around. How many within their ranks held dark desires and rebellious seeds in their hearts? Sin was never as obvious as one wished it to be. None had seen anything wrong with what Khoisan and Huron did, not even when they renounced the rule of the Imperium. Their blind devotion had been to the chapter rather than the Emperor. Could the same thing be said about the Deathwatch. Held in reign by the Ordo Xenos, an organization that didn't think highly of those that questioned their motives. Against such a draconian beast he could only stand fast and follow his heart and judgement. Ever vigilant.<br><br>Next to him stood Astelan on one side and Cerias on the other. Both represented the most devout of the Emperor's servants, those that studied every word of His lips and every deed He had done. How likely was it that one of these two would be the kind of sinners Caelus spoke of? That they secretly held ill thoughts. Obviously they were not blatant worshippers of the Ruinous Powers, but it all begins somewhere. Just a little seed of deceit, just like with Lufgt Huron, Goge Vandire and Horus himself. They had been devout servants as well. But seeds get in everywhere. Perhaps at this moment, Sovreign felt as if he had found his call, that something within him whispered to him. It wasn't a seed of deceit that whispered, it was one of quiet piety. Perhaps it was his role to like Caelus watch for such things and encourage his fellows to ignore the call of the Deceiver.<br><br>Even so, he held his tongue. Calling out to the Captain was unnecessary. A simple nod would suffice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 13:24:50</strong>
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				Belepheron sighted down his bolt pistol, slowing his breathing the image of his target filling the iron sights. Targeting data filled appeared in the corner of his vision. <br><strong>DISTANCE: 109M<br>TARGET SPEED: .04KPH<br>DIRECTION:SW<br>WIND DIRECTION: NIL<br>WIND SPEED: 0KPH<br>CURRENT AMMO: 12/14</strong><br>He took a breath in and fired a shot, sending a bolt down range striking the target servitor square in the temple. The bolt puncturing its skull and then a split second later detonating, reducing the targets skull to little more than shrapnel. He released his breath and lowered his pistol attaching it to the mag clamp at his leg. Satisfied with the result. <br>"Reset and prepare training program Alpha Pi Four" He stated to the Serf manning the controls. He reached up and removed his helmet, undoing the clasps causing a small hiss from his gorget as the enclosed atmosphere escaped. <br>As he removed his helmet the full sounds that were originally dulled by his armour's autosenses increased in volume. Thanks to the Lyman's ear implant he was able to separate the multitude of sounds. The hum of the ships engines and even individual voices in the constant chorus. He placed his helmet on the arming table at the side and unclasped his pistol and readied it again. Running through the catechisms of the Codex Astartes as he prepared again. The Codex states that a marine must train and prepare for all eventualities and you never new if you may end up losing your helmet with nothing but a bolt pistol and a combat knife for company. And Belepheron, being an Ultramarine was nothing if not an avid follower of the Codex Astartes. <br>He readied his pistol and was about to command the serf to begin when the ever present chorus stopped abruptly.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>After stopping at the Armoury to retrieve his heavy bolter and refilling his pistol ammo and collecting several spare clips along with grenades, and after making the proper blessings and beseechments to the machine spirits of his weapons he made his way to the embarkation deck. As he strode through the door easily hefting his heavy bolter as&nbsp; easily as an ordinary human would carry a lasgun, he noted that he was not the first to arrive. He took his place and knelt before the captain running through the Litanies of preparedness.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“Marines!&nbsp; Stand you ready to heed the Emperor’s call to arms!?”&nbsp; The voice of The Captain echoed through the hanger.<br>"Aye" He replied as loud as any other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 11:01:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The Death Watch stands ready, “Leonatos’s voice rang out in response to the captain.&nbsp; The librarian was fully geared save for his helmet.&nbsp; His long golden-brown hair was pinned up under a coif, the rest of his helm held under his arm.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After all these decades, there were still moments when Leonatos felt a stranger in his own Dionysian body.&nbsp; He remembered a time when he was skinny and blistered by radiation burns, when spurs on his own bones dug into his muscles when he moved…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was long ago.&nbsp; He was a son of the Emperor now, a Blood Angel of the Death Watch.&nbsp; He would know no fear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 11:45:37</strong>
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				"...a Space Marine cannot die. Without death, pain loses its relevance."<br><br>The final words of the Apothecary's Creed left Kantor's lips, quietly, reverently. Opening his dark blue eyes once more, the Black Templar rose from his kneeling position in front of the Thunderhawk, and found that he had now been joined by five of his brethren. He had heard each one approach, his heightened Astartes senses never resting, but he still took the time to look at each of his companions, giving each a small nod of greeting. They were not his sword brethren from the Black Templars, and as such they would never see completely eye to eye in all things, but they were still his brothers in arms, his fellow Space Marine, all recruited to the hallowed Deathwatch, and as such, they deserved his respect regardless.<br><br>To his immediate right stood brother Sovreign, of the Mantis Warriors. Though his chapter was often regarded as borderline traitors by the more zealous Space Marine chapters, Cerias liked the crimson-haired Tactical Marine. He carried himself with honor and fervour, despite the heavy burden of scrutiny placed upon his chapter. The Mantis Warriors had fared better than their fellow chapter in the Badab War, the Lamenters, who appeared to have been cursed with terrible luck by the Emperor, and had seemingly been eradicated when they crusaded directly into the maw of Hive Fleet Kraken. Cerias wished no such fate upon the Mantis Warriors. He gave Sovreign a short nod, and a slight smile.<br><br>To his left stood brother Astelan, a Tactical Marine from the Guardians of the Covenant, and brother Belepheron, a Devastator from the Ultramarines. Both were sturdy and dependable warriors, men Cerias knew he could trust to get the job done. In particular the blond Tactical Marine had favour with Kantor, as he could appreciate the deep zeal with which the Guardians of the Covenant studied their Primarch. And though the Ultramarines were not as deeply fanatical as his own chapter, none could question the martial merit of the Devastator's brethren. Though the Black Templars themselves did not employ the squads of heavily armoured fire support like most chapters, and prefered to slaughter their foes up close, Kantor was tactically minded enough to appreciate the need for both a steady bolter and a roaring heavy bolter, and as such, they were both welcome additions to the squad in his mind.<br><br>Another man Kantor was glad to have with him was brother Kester, the Storm Warden. The large Assault Marine, wielding his massive sword, was certainly a daunting prospect for anyone wishing to stand in the way of the Deathwatch squad. Like the Black Templars, Kester likely favoured the joy of plunging a blade through an opponent's flesh, and feeling the splatter of blood on his armour. Cerias would have wished to roar into a vicious melee on the wings of a jump pack as well, but as the only Apothecary in the squad, he had overcome this wish, his tactical sense well aware that he would be better suited in a supporting role with his trusted bolter. Still, knowing that a capable swordsman would be bringing the Emperor's justice to the enemy up close and personal made him feel a little better, and he greeted the Storm Warden with a respectful nod. <br><br>The only Marine in the squad that Cerias Kantor didn't particularly care for was the last arrival on the deck, brother Leonatos of the Blood Angels. The Black Templar felt his muscles tense slightly as the Librarian walked up to the other marines and stopped a little away from him. The Black Templars had no care for psychers in their midst, and Cerias least of all, having lost several close brothers to wielders of the Ruinous Powers. Those who wielded the Warp could not be trusted, and Cerias was ever vigilant in regards to the Blood Angel, though he would not let in jeopardize their mission in any way. He would still work as best he could with the Librarian, but that didn't mean he had to like him. And he would not hesitate to take action, should the Ruinous Powers attempt to use the Librarian as their puppet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 12:10:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110219083602/warhammer40k/images/1/11/Minotaurs_Livery.jpg)</div><br>Grenarious watched each Marine entered his presence with a detached air.&nbsp; Eyes of deep green studied every soldier that came to him before battle.&nbsp; There could be no weakness for those he sent forth to do the Emperor’s work, no short comings before the fight that might end a war.&nbsp; The Space Marines were the tip of the sword, the true edge that would cleave at the heart of the enemy.&nbsp; This man would broker no dullness from his troops nor accept any excuses.&nbsp; Should he find need these would not be the first he had sent to the void for an infraction or over suspicion of weakness.&nbsp; He moved before them in a short pace while they presented themselves.&nbsp; Across his body was worn the black armor of the Death Watch.&nbsp; Honors pinned to his armor, prayer strips fluttered from his body.&nbsp; At his side rested an ancient bolter that bore the markings of blessing and the wear of deeds done.&nbsp; He was a man who had seen the horrors that faced mankind and shot them cold.<br><br>Not once or twice did he pace, but many times.&nbsp; Shaven hair was cut so close to the scalp that the scars could be seen.&nbsp; A scowl burned across his face before he stopped and stared on them.&nbsp; To Sovreign was given an especially critical eye as if the man simply wished for an excuse.&nbsp; The snarl deepened before fading away into the mask of a commander once more.&nbsp; Then he turned and the sigil of the Minotaurs stood proud on his armor.&nbsp; A hand swept upward to indicate the planet.<br><br>“Behold Bacchus!”&nbsp; Disdain echoed from his voice as he announced the planet’s name.&nbsp; Much as one might indicate an unwanted guest, he turned his back to the planet as if the orb might disappear then.&nbsp; “Imperial records point to this planet as a former creation for pleasure.&nbsp; The cursed Eldar as suspect with its creation but was our choice to turn this planet into one for the noble pursuits.&nbsp; Everything was to be had there from wild sports to the baser activities.&nbsp; Then all was lost and this planet was lost.”<br><br>“Through the Warp we received a distress call from a Confessor stationed there.&nbsp; Life had been discovered on the planet.&nbsp; Tribes believed to be from ancient Imperial families that survived to this day and our Confessor sought to bring them back to the fold.&nbsp; The planet belongs to the Emperor’s by right and these people are his by virtue of their survival and existence on the planet.&nbsp; Still, the Confessor has called us with disturbing news.&nbsp; Oceans are coming up short on the shores and Orks are spotted in their jungles.&nbsp; The Confessors says he is under attack there and his colony threatened.”<br><br>“We cannot afford to tolerate an Ork incursion into the Jericho Reach no matter the scale.&nbsp; If they are behind the oceans drying up then we also need to investigate this turn of events.&nbsp; Perhaps a new weapon is at their disposal or a dangerous ally with them.&nbsp; We have located what seems to be a camp of theirs atop of gambling tower.&nbsp; Scans have revealed anti-air emplacements and so we are dropping you down to turn aside these guns.&nbsp; Then we can bring down the Thunderhawk to evacuate and later investigate.”<br><br>A pause was given to allow the Marines to absorb the information.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 17:16:07</strong>
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				"<strong>Orks!</strong>" Belepheron said through gritted teeth. Many times in his relatively short career in the Deathwatch had he encountered the Ork filth, and each time his hatred of them was as strong as ever. Many more times as a neophyte scout, full battlebrother and scout Sargent had he fought and defeated the Orks.<br>&nbsp;Orks were a constant thorn in the side of the Ultramarines. Constantly raiding, pillaging and defiling the worlds of the Ultima segmentum. <br>The great Librariums in the chapter fortress on Macragge had whole sections devoted to the "Green Menace". It would take centuries to study even half the volumes there, and each aspirant to the Ultramarines was expected to study the enemies of the Imperium. Many Legends were forged in the fires of war against the Orks, and Belepheron would see his name amongst them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 19:07:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Earlier, before the hymns had stopped, or his armor been donned, Leonatus had acquired a small space in which to train.&nbsp; He’d danced sword forms there, bare foot and bare chested, with sparks trailing behind his concentrated blade.&nbsp; The wind swirled around him.&nbsp; In places, power arched form sword to bulkhead, grounding out into the arcane bowels of the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his hair whipped about him, Leonatos moved from stance to stance, form to form, sweat beading on his powerful body.&nbsp; For 13 years now, he’d honed this skill alone, under the watchful eyes of none save a single service badge taken from the shoulder of a fallen brother, Drago.&nbsp; That badge hung on a peg on the wall now, looking down as it had on every sword form training session he’d done since Drago had lead a suicide march into the heart of a tyranid horde with the rest of the death legion.&nbsp; It broke their center of power, but tyranids were still scattered across that blighted world.&nbsp; Leonatos had stood on the front lines of the mission to retrieve the gene seeds from their fallen brethren.&nbsp; It was there he’d found his elder brother, his swordmaster, his friend, in the midst of a mountain of the enemy.&nbsp; That was his last defiance, not to the tyranids, but to Horus, the traitor, the memory of who’s betrayal had driven him insane and to the brink of eternal corruption.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pausing with his blade over his head, Leonatos permitted his eyes to lcose.&nbsp; He addressed chaos directly.&nbsp; “As Drago defied you then, so do I defy you, always.”&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatos listened intently to the briefing.&nbsp; He gave only the slightest nod, as he had no questions at this time.&nbsp; Unlike his ultramarine brother, he’d had few encounters with the xenos known as orcs.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was time to change that.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 05:13:21</strong>
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				Kester broke into a wide smile at the announcement of their enemy. The slaying of the foes of the Emperor was always a cause for rejoicing, but the Orcs were a special joy. Fighting the Eldar meant days seeking out their hidden nests. The Tau meant besieging their bases. But the Orcs? The Orcs were simple. And the Storm Wardens combat doctrine a good fit. Charge in, and challenge the biggest foe you could fine.<br><br>"Orks! We shall break them, and drive them before us."<br><br>Kester smiled widely.<br><br>"When do we leave, Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 08:44:42</strong>
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				Astelan sighs inwardly as Captain Grenarious explains that it will be a drop deployment, another short trip into some Emperor damned place with someone else at the controls it would seem. The mention of orks make him smile though. Simple, uncomplicated, blades and bolters and no need to worry about surprises or keep an eye out for <em>them</em>. There is not a man here who couldn't out think an ork. As well the chaplains always preached that war with the greenskins was one of the purest wars there was, along with that with the Great Devourer. They are not former brothers, they are not poor misled souls that need saving, they are barely even sentient. They are xenos and deserve to be exterminated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 10:53:17</strong>
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				Judgement was passed over their reactions.&nbsp; He did not seem impressed or disappointed in any of their statements.&nbsp; Instead the man simply continued with his report on what would soon befall them.&nbsp; One hand lifted as if to relay a signal.&nbsp; An overlay map was projected into the air before them.&nbsp; Three pinpoints were nestled together, each lighting up and throbbing before he even spoke.&nbsp; A massive hand moved to touch on the points which were then focused upon.&nbsp; Each Marine could see the three points were placed in a cluster of buildings, ruins really with an expansive overgrowth of jungle.&nbsp; The points appeared to be gun emplacements that would prove troublesome to a Thunderhawk on approach.&nbsp; Beyond that another point of light throbbed in green showing the close proximity of the gun emplacements to the camp.<br><br>“This is your primary target.&nbsp; The anti-air guns must be destroyed and made inoperable for this operation to proceed.&nbsp; As we count there are three but these bastards can hide well and there’s plenty of cover here so be watchful Marines.”&nbsp; The points then faded from brightness to be replaced by a long stream of lights along the northern side of the buildings.&nbsp; “Air strip for whatever pieces of junk they can get to fly.&nbsp; Secondary objective here is to take out the planes and make the airstrip unusable.&nbsp; Ammunition and supply dumps have also been seen along this area.&nbsp; Take them out to reduce the reinforcements and secondary attacks they can make.&nbsp; Tertiary objective will be to evacuate the area and foot it over to the village to assist with defense and extraction.”<br><br>The map dispersed before him so that they found themselves staring into his stern gaze.&nbsp; “Speak up with questions now Marines.&nbsp; Drop Pods are launching in minutes, not hours.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 19:02:05</strong>
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				Belepheron looked up the Captain asked the question.<br>&nbsp;"Brother Captain, Do we have any special equipment requirements for this task?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 21:15:54</strong>
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				"The Emperor protects," were the words muttered from his mouth while he stood without his armor. His heavily muscular body covered by the thick underclothes that were commonly used under his armor with a robe covering his body. Brother David barely felt the weight of his armor, for his training from his childhood had made his mindset think to other things. Although within that he still strive to know more of the technology that was kept to him, and his life on Mars he was allowed to study the bits of technical science that were allowed to him. He worshiped each piece of technology that was given to him, and prayed to them each day. Which was what he was doing now before placing the armor on his back.&nbsp; Now he was little part man anymore, for so many implants as well as mechanical pieces on inside of his body and the extra arms on his armor. His mechanical heart would beat inside of his chest along with his human heart, making him feel less like a human and more like the machinery he prayed to. <br><br>Still, David was skeptical about working with people from different chapters and he knew that his strong beliefs would begin to clash with others. David strongly believed in his causes, and knew that he would be needed to aid the machinery of the other people he hadn't even met yet. While he was thinking deeply, almost like a meditation about his what future the next few days would hold, he was running his hands over his armor. He knew he wouldn't budge if anyone would question his beliefs, and he would do what was asked but nothing that would go against his beliefs or the emperor. The human part of David that wasn't replaced by machinery or implants knew that he was slightly more talented and better than the brothers he hadn't even met yet. <br><br>Checking everything after his prayer as his hands quickly went over the armor. His movement was fast and fluid, as if he had done this multiple times a day, which was slightly true. Everything about what he did was pure and it showed with the fluid perfection movements he checked over his armor. His arms were functioning properly. After everything was religiously checked, he knew it was time to take part of the next ritual. He motioned his human hand above him towards the serfs as they came to aid him in the next part of his ritual. Then that second a handful of failed space marines came, shorter than his extreme height. Each one of them muttering prayers towards each piece of armor as they raised it towards his muscular body. The mutters together sounded like a deep chat, as David stood there with his eyes closed. Praying towards the Emperor for a successful battle which would come. <br><br>The ritual would take a while, but David refused to rush though something that he heavily believed. The serfs left his side, finishing their chant as he was now fully dressed in his armor. Looking even larger than before with the thick pieces of machinery that surrounded his body. An extra arm was placed on his back with his pack and engine to help him move. David first tested the arm to see if it was working properly and once he was content he nodded. The serfs came back for one last touch as they placed the robe against his armor, and with one final prayer David was done preparing. Leaving the new ship he knew not much about he made his way towards the hanger bay. <br><br>The doors opened around him as he looked at the comrades. It seemed that the Captain was already there and that his ritual had probably taken longer than the rest of them. Already he was skeptical thinking that the others didn't pray to their machinery as much as he did, and was instantly put off by the fact that his dedication must have been higher than theirs. David, without a smile to his machine like expression blank of all emotions, made his way towards the rest of the brothers. Making his way towards the edge of the crew as he blankly stared at the Brother Captain. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 21:49:59</strong>
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				The hissing of the hangar doors warned the party of the arrival of their latest member, and Kantor smiled slightly as he watched Brother Makradon, the Dark Angel Tech-Marine, walk up and present himself along with the rest of the Marines. Even if their mission would send them deep into Ork-infested territory, and the greenskins were unlikely to place any significant technological impediments in their way, the Black Templar liked being prepared for all eventualities, and as such, the quiet Dark Angel was a welcome addition to their squad.<br><br>And even more welcome was the announcement of their enemy. Having fought under the command of High Marshall Helbrecht during the Third Armaggeddon War, Kantor had plenty of experience fighting the greenskins, and had found that while they were often the simplest kind of enemy they could face, storming head first into devastating bolter fire, Orks could often be surprising and unpredictable as well, and possessed a certain form of primitive cunning. Either way, Kantor would slay them with the same determination as any other foe. He would have no pity, no remorse, and no fear.<br><br>Their mission would soon be underway, and Kantor made the final preparation by donning his helmet. The pristine, white Mark VI helmet slid down over his face, concealing his harsh features and black hair, and a hiss of air greeted his ears as the helmet sealed his suit into an air-tight environment. The lenses of his helmet activated, quickly identifying all members of his team with simple icons and their names. He could hear his own breathing through the filter of his helmet, and rather than feeling constrained by his all-enveloping armour, he felt at ease. It was like a second skin, reacting as fluidly as his own flesh to the commands of his brain.<br><br>"Brother-Captain, what is the plan of engagement concerning the objectives? Multiple objectives would call for a divide-and-conquer approach, but with the probable number of Greenskins present, splitting our small force could prove counter-effective," the Apothecary offered, as always seeking to minimize the risks of losing a precious Battle Brother. Though Space Marines, and particularly Black Templars, would not back down from any challenge to their honour, Kantor knew the value of being careful all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 04:11:43</strong>
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				The hammer upon the forge hit with such force that it would ring in the ears of servitor and ship’s crew alike two rooms over. Kadai’s rhythmic swings ceasing only when the call to arms was sounded. Wiping sweat from his face and taking the red hot metal from it’s anvil to cool in the blessed water basin not two steps away he surveyed his work and took mental note of where he must pick up upon returning from this latest mission.<br><br>Tech-Armor of the highest quality and forged by his own hands upon completing his apprenticeship on Mars moved with a fluid grace, even more than a second skin as other Astartes might refer to it as, Kadai might as well have been born in it. Or at least, that’s what he may have thought about it with marks of personal pride.&nbsp; Salamanders were known for the art of weapon smithing and honing weapons unlike any others. To be chosen as a Techmarine though? Those were mighty large Grav-boots to fill. Having not had the opportunity to return to his home world before being inducted into the Ordo Xenos, Kadai had been forced to settle to sending messages to his Adopted family that he very well knew could never be replied to. <br><br>He was one of very few words. By no means a loner, no, he participated in the rituals and training exercises amongst the other brother Astartes on board but hardly ever spoke a word and preferred reading to idle conversation. It was perhaps for the best, as his people were known first for their craftsmanship, and second for their stubbornness. Once a decision was made they would not deter from it, adhering to it as if spoken gospel of the Emperor himself. Gracefully, It usually took him a very long while to make a true decisive action unless combat demanded a speedy one.<br><br>A brass mold of a draconian salamander skull served as his armor’s left pauldron, the chest plate etched to appear as reptiles’ scales. The Astarte’s coal black skin had reacquired a sheen of sweat upon his brow when he entered the bay and almost looked like polished obsidian. Blood red eyes another of the native traits of the people of Nocturne. Out of respect the servo-arm grafted to his back pulled back and in on itself to fold up behind him, ornate bolter and hammer hanging from their grox-leather straps across his chest plate. He nodded without word when the briefing was given, only livening up when the mention of ‘evacuation’ was given to the tertiary objective. Stowing himself, he knew that they must accomplish their other duties as quickly and efficiently as possible. If there were lives to be saved, then there was no room for failure…Not if there were families in danger. The honor code of the Promethean cult tugged at his heartstrings with the knowledge that this was not just a sweep and kill mission. Bowing his head in reverence, he acknowledged the commander’s words. <br><br>“Brother Captain. How many Civilians still remain within the zone of attack?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 14:33:07</strong>
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				The Captain looked first toward Belepheron with a simple nod of approval for the question.&nbsp; Space Marines required equipment to function and the concern made sense.&nbsp; So he turned slightly to gesture toward the servitors packing the drop pods along the far wall.&nbsp; One in particular seemed to garner their immediate attention with stacks of ammunition being placed nearby and the storm bolter cannon atop the pod being put through paces.&nbsp; “Each of you will carry two melta bombs in order to ensure the destruction of the guns and the aircraft.&nbsp; Aside from that you are free to draw upon the resources of your brethren.”<br><br>Again he would turn back to them when the Apothecary spoke.&nbsp; Weathered features considered him for a minute before a simple answer was given.&nbsp; “Your choice of leader will determine that decision I am sure.&nbsp; Still I do not think the green skins will be so many.&nbsp; We will conduct an orbital bombardment before you are sent down.”&nbsp; As if to punctuate the statement a shiver ran through the entire ship.&nbsp; “This should clear much of the surface creatures, but we each know well that the orks are a stubborn thorn in our foot.&nbsp; We want assurance that the weapons and craft are down.”<br><br>A look of disgust brushed over his features at concern over civilians and non-combatants.&nbsp; “The casinos have seen no use in centuries.&nbsp; Where you land will be infested with orks at this point.&nbsp; As for the colony we count maybe a hundred or so families and souls.&nbsp; That will change once we evacuate them.”<br><br>----OOC---<br>80 requisition points per Space Marine.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 14:35:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatus stood straight, helmet under one arm, and paid intent attention.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their basic goal, he understood, was to secure the region for others to drop in afterwards.&nbsp; Thus, the anti-aircraft guns must be done away with and the orcs ability to scramble airborne response units destroyed.&nbsp; Emperor protect the people who had to survive on their own ‘til this could be accomplished….&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 10:46:08</strong>
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				The Black Templar listened quietly to the orders of the Captain. As he did so, his armoured finger was pressed to the side of his Diagnostor helmet, adjusting the various settings. A gentle push of a button activated the thermal vision, allowing him to see the body heat of his brothers, even through their thick Power Armour. Additional sensor readings popped up on the lenses around his brothers, notifying him of their physical condition. They all seemed to be in perfect condition, but he knew well that this could change within seconds in a mission like this, and he would have to be always vigilant.<br><br>As he stood there, one of his Chapter serfs came over, struggling slightly with the heavy load of an Mk. X Hell's Teeth chainsword, proportioned for Space Marines, meaning it was more than half as tall as the man himself and crafted in solid adamantium. The attendant was also carrying several clips of special bolter ammunition, and the serf took great care, knowing that if he dropped it, the shells could detonate and literally shred him to pieces. Kantor accepted the new equipment with a silent nod of appreciation towards the serf, grateful that the man had gotten here in time. He would have hated to have gone into the mission underprepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 01:15:17</strong>
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				The members of the Death Watch were forced to stare at one another as their tomb was sealed around them.&nbsp; Great metal doors sealed shut around them.&nbsp; There was no return from the path chosen for them, doubtful indeed that any of them had a chance to refuse.&nbsp; Pride and honor were powerful motivators among the Chapters and to look a Brother Marine in the eye knowing a mission had been refused was a great shame.&nbsp; So then each of a different heritage of Brotherhood were placed together.&nbsp; Taken from their homes to answer the call of duty for the Emperor and his will, these newly formed members of Death Watch came to be thrust out into the void of space.&nbsp; Metal creaked and bent as the pressures of space threatened to tear the container apart.&nbsp; Yet then the shift of weight came while rockets pushed them forward.&nbsp; Speed ever growing as the tomb thrust them forward and across the planet’s atmosphere.<br><br>Bone jarring the trip was but nothing ever compared to the landing.&nbsp; Physics tugged and pushed on the mortal frame, tearing lesser men apart without the doors even opening.&nbsp; Around them flames licked at their tomb, pressed upward as they violated the planet’s exterior.&nbsp; The world resist, dared to challenge the might of the Emperor’s children but to no avail.&nbsp; Indeed the warriors pierced the flesh with only minimal trouble and pushed onward to the planetary surface.&nbsp; Alarms sounded along the interior.&nbsp; Warnings and alerts of imminent impact just before indeed the world went up and then slammed down for all those inside.&nbsp; Yet each of them had done this many times before, had seen and felt this experience so often before.&nbsp; They knew this enough to know that something was different if not wrong.&nbsp; The interior of the pod rocked again, tipping to the side suddenly and then lurching downward again. <br><br>From outside the pod could be heard the sound of glass breaking and creatures shouting.&nbsp; Metal doors opened one way as the pod was now tilted to the side.&nbsp; Above them a tattered ceiling bore a hole from the impact of the pod.&nbsp; At one time a mural of sorts had been painted on that ceiling but no more.&nbsp; The Space Marines had come and their footprint had left a hole there.&nbsp; Around them were more painted walls and rotted wood.&nbsp; Vines covered most inches of the apartment they know found themselves occupying.&nbsp; A glance outside a dirty window showed them nearly fifty stories above the jungle canopy below.&nbsp; Somehow the pod had put them down into an ancient resort of some sort.&nbsp; From their view the Marines could see the smoke of battle out in the jungle, the village possibly.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet more pressing was the sound of grunts and war cries as orks began to recover from the shock of the impact.&nbsp; A cry of “Oomies” went up from down the hall way.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 13:03:41</strong>
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				<strong>"<em>Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light.<br>Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith.<br>Where there is shame, I shall point atonement.<br>Where there is rage, I shall show its course.<br>My words in the soul shall be as my bolter in the field.</em>"</strong><br><br>The words left Belepherons lips as it had many times before. Setting his mind to the task ahead and the righteous vengeance to be brought against the foul xenos. <br>The impact of the Drop pod, like a hammer blow from the Emperor himself was easily absorbed by his armour and superhuman stature. The hatches blowing open like the petals of a flower. As soon as the restraint harnesses released, Belepheron was out the hatch. Hefting his heavy bolter ahead of him and scanning for targets.&nbsp; <br>"<em>Squad leader</em>" he called "<em>Moving to cover position to await targets</em>"<br><br>---------------------------------------------------OOC---------------------------------------------------<br>Belepheron is moving into a cover position, bracing and will be going into overwatch. (Rolled a 06 -20BS for overwatch. 3 hits!) also I have a fear rating of 1.<br>(damage pen 5. 23,22,23)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 19:32:07</strong>
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				Astelan muttered a quiet prayer to the emperor as the pod is shot towards the planet. He then lets out a slightly louder curs as he finds himself landing on an angle. He takes in the scene with superhuman speed and spares as much thought for the ruined mural as he does the villages who are dying down below. His attention snaps back to the situation at hand as the orks begin moving and he takes up position by Belepheron, finger on the trigger and sights aimed directly at the door frame.<br><br><br>---------------------------OOC------------------------------<br>Burst mode on whatever steps through that door.<br>Rolled a 34, that's 2 hits thank you very much FAQ<br>Damage is pen 4, 15 and 16 wounds<br>Init is 10 if anyone cares
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 23:56:34</strong>
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				<strong>"No pity, no remorse, no fear."</strong><br><br>Cerias Kantor muttered the battlecry of the Black Templars under his breath as the drop pod hurtled towards the planet below, the insides of the steel coffin rattling as it speared through the atmosphere in a ball of fire. A blaring klaxon sounded a second before the reverse thrusters kicked in, subjecting the Space Marines within the pod to g-forces which would liquify the insides of a normal human being. Their Power Armour and the harnesses they were strapped in, however, almost completely negated the punishing forces, and Kantor merely felt a slight discomfort. Then, a sucking feeling in his stomach as they free-fell the last distance, and then a crash as they made contact with Bacchus.<br><br>As soon as the harnesses were released, Kantor was up and out the opening doors of the pod. Seeing that Belepheron and Astelan were already moving to defend the opening to the apartment that the pod had apparently crashed into, Kantor moved towards the windows which overlooked the jungle outside. While slaying Orks in the name of the Emperor was something the Black Templar delighted in, they had a mission to complete, and locating the mission objectives should be their first priority. Stopping at the windows, Kantor stared out, trying to find the quickest route towards the gun emplacements and the airstrip.<br><br>OOC:<br>Kantor attempts to see the layout of the surrounding terrain and the locations of the objectives through the windows.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 22:57:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatus weathered the descent in meditation, with a peaceful look on his face.&nbsp; As the pod crashed through the roof of the resort, voices from long ago welled up in his memory.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He accepted them; let them play in the back of his mind as he focused on their objective.&nbsp; He leapt from the drop pod and drew sword and bolt pistol, then moved around—careful to avoid the field of fire—to stand next to the door that the orcs might come through if they could make it through the barrage of bullets.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em>Force sword attack on anything that gets through the door.&nbsp; <br>Inititaive 13<br>Attack roll: 2 out of 53<br>Damage Roll:&nbsp; 25 Pen 5<br>Parry as needed:&nbsp; 5 out of 63.&nbsp; <br>Dodge as needed:&nbsp; 19 out of 49</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 07:34:04</strong>
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				Kester grimaced at the tight corridors. This was not the territory of an Assault marines dreams. It spoke of taking cover, letting the enemies come to them. And it looked like that was what the squad intended to do. But Kester would be of little use in this type of fight. Unless he could change the dynamic. Kester looked up through the hole, and smiled.<br><br><strong>"Squad Leader, I request permission to break ranks. I believe I can be more effective above."</strong><br><br>Kester pointed through the whole.<br><br><strong>"Once the assault begins, I can knock a hole in the floor, and assault the enemies rear."</strong><br><br>The Space Marine drew his Claymore, smiling.<br><br><strong>"And if there are foes above, I shall deal with them before they can strike."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 11:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatos nodded, “Do it, Kester.&nbsp; Emperor protect you.”&nbsp; He glanced around to see if there was anyone suited to accompany him.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 06:22:15</strong>
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				Kester's jump pack ignited, as he bounded into air, the flames lifting him, the Assault Marine holding his sword to the ready as he touched down on the floor above where the drop pod had to rest. His blade was firmly gripped as his boots came to rest on the floor, the wood groaning as it took his weight. He scanned about, seeking out any foes. Priority one was assuring that the Orks would not be able to to come through the hole, and bypass the doorway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 00:47:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgWCf-sJ87I/TpL3hDS3uPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WCvvLZfscwk/s1600/poster87558078.jpg)</div><br><br>The sound of the jump pack firing nearly drowned out the sound of the heavy bolter beginning the chorus of death, nearly.&nbsp; Such sounds together made for the introduction to a symphony of carnage that would be long in the making.&nbsp; Massive rounds tore down the hallway as figures of green muscle lurched into view.&nbsp; Wicked blades and fanged mouths raised up in a defiant shout before the charge was taken.&nbsp; Rounds of ammunition flung outward to tear chunks into the first few that made their way down the corridor.&nbsp; No room to go the ork blood splattered across the walls to punctuate the pounding of the heavy bolter.&nbsp; The smaller chatter of a bolter echoed after the deafening cry of the heavy.&nbsp; Rounds slammed into the face and body of still more of the orks that pressed into the hall.&nbsp; One leapt over the body of a fallen only to be cut through by the crackling energy of the Librarian’s blade.&nbsp; The body slashed open and twisted.&nbsp; A growl stole from the beast’s lips as it dared to still resist death.&nbsp; Still more stirred down the corridor and from around the building a fearful cry of “WAAAGH” sounded.<br><br>Above the room was similar to the one below.&nbsp; Another apartment meant to entertain and house guests of a bygone era.&nbsp; Below, Kester could hear the sounds of battle while above there was only the creak of wood.&nbsp; Dust shook loose from the torrent of gunfire below as he moved along.&nbsp; The heavy armor shook the floor boards.&nbsp; Lost amidst his steps were the movements of another.&nbsp; From the darkness of an alcove leapt a creature of many people’s nightmares.&nbsp; Thick and heavy, yellow tusks&nbsp; opened to roar a charge at the space marine.&nbsp; Kester easily took notice once the attack had begun, reflexes saving him from the furious charge.&nbsp; The claymore lifted with a ring of steel on steel, though compared to the honed blade of the sacris claymore the ork’s weapon seemed more like a metal club.&nbsp; A smaller item slammed into the shoulder of Kester as the ork continued without relent, throwing himself on the Space Marine with another shout.&nbsp; Two blows fell across his armor, each sending shockwaves through him from the tremendous strength of the ork.&nbsp; Yet his armor held firm and the ork was pushed back from him.<br><br>Brother Kantor could see from his map that the pod had fallen slightly off course.&nbsp; The gun emplacements had been buried near the foundation of the buildings where the bombardment could not easily reach.&nbsp; One such emplacement was mere floor below them.&nbsp; Schematics came up for him to view that showed the location of a stairway at the rear of this apartment that would take them downward to the ground floor and the section of the building where the first guns would be resting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 11:37:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kantor heard the guns of Belepheron and Astelan opening up, tearing a bloody swathe through the aliens who attempted to assault their position. The staccato of gunfire echoed in the back of his mind, but his attention was focused elsewhere. From his position, he could see the layout of the area surrounding the building, and he suddenly came to the realisation that the first anti-aircraft gun was right beneath them. Turning around, he spotted the Librarian by the door. Though Kantor was not going to accept any authority from the psyker, he would not risk his brothers' lives by withholding critical mission information. <br><br>"Brother Leonatos," he yelled, his voice carrying during a short pause in the gunfire, which allowed the voices of countless Orks to swell. "First gun battery is at the base of this building. I will secure a way down." No sooner had he spoken, before the building seemed to shudder, and Kantor realised that the greenskins were firing the battery, more likely for fun as he could not see any aircraft from the window. <br><br>The stairs descended about a dozen steps before making a u-turn and continuing in the opposite direction, limiting Kantor's view if he were to descend the stairs. Pausing momentarily to let his ears pick up any noises of greenskins, the Black Templar drew his chainsword, holding his bolter in one hand simultaneously. "Brother Makradon! Cover me!" he called out before taking the first step down the stairs, beseeching the Dark Angel to provide him with fire support in case any greenskins had found the staircase.<br><br>OOC:<br>Kantor makes an awareness test to listen for any aliens coming up the stairs (Skills: Awareness, Heightened Senses (hearing)), rolled a 12 and have 47 in Perception.<br>Kantor also causes Fear (1)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 20:20:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It would be with a growl and a clamoring that Broddi would pull himself from the drop pod, practically clawing his way out with a feral snort. His armor, though painted black bore silver painted runes around his greaves and one of his pauldrons was covered in the fur of some great white beast with a string of wolves teeth hanging across it, likely leaving very little doubt as to what chapter the marine had been plucked from. He had a long mane of fiery red hair, some of the forelock braided and capped with runed beads and his open mouth would show his prolonged fangs as he'd let out a groan as he'd finally pull himself free from the drop pod. It would be with just a cursory check that the space wolf would be sure that his jump pack was properly attached. His perpetual madman's grin not fading as he'd survey their situation.<br><br>He'd watch Kantor and follow behind him at a few paces. Damned if he'd let the Black Templar get into the thick of the battle before he got a taste of it. The Dark Angel would get a yellow eye turned towards him with a scowl and a grunt that almost sounded like the word 'later'. Likely already preparing himself to uphold his legions honor against one of his legion's most bitter rivals. He'd find his teeth on edge as he'd start to make his way down the staircase, likely having to take three to four steps in one go and keeping one eye down on his feet. Seeing as they were not exactly designed for the sheer size of Astartes armor.<br><br>“Fethin stairs...” he'd grumble to himself mostly as he'd move his head forward slightly, taking a moment to take in deep breath's through his nose, trying to see if he could smell one of the foul xenos nearby. He'd slip his bolt pistol off of his belt and put a tight grip around it and leaving his chain-sword mounted onto his belt for the moment, seeing as close quarters were hardly an ideal situation for such. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 00:48:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leonatus nodded and called to the others, "Gunner's follow and offer covering fire.&nbsp; I'll get Kester." <br><br>&nbsp; He made sweeping gestures with his hand and called out, "Move, move, move."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; When the other's were past, he followed through the door, but instead he headed up the stairwell, trying to get behind the orcs Kester was fighting.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 04:44:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kadai unstrapped himself shortly after Brother Belepheron let loose his barrage and took in his first breath this world had to offer. Filtered through his helmet yes, but he had long convinced himself there was a subtle difference on any planet with an atmosphere, filtered or not. Throwing himself from Drop pod with the aid of his servo-arm and left hand he dropped into a kneeling overwatch with his bolter as the situation presented itself. There was a cursory glance over his shoulder at the state of the drop pod once the room had been cleared for something useful.<br><br>Both ears open he listened to the words of his Squad leader and other brothers till movement began anew and with less a wish for glory than making certain they reached the surviving civilians as quickly and efficiently as possible he took up rear guard. The crude ‘dakka’ of the orks they faced would break through his handcrafted ceramite before he would let it injure the other members of his squad. Quietly he assessed the make-up of the building and it’s particular construction, keeping an eye for weak beams or supports that they might not fall through the floor or bring down the building around them. Each corner was assessed for it’s potential protection both in their favor and against them lest an ambush come up and when the call for covering fire rang out from Brother Leonatus he was the first to squeeze the trigger of his trusted and sanctified bolter.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 05:36:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Resolved results with Nat in PM)<br><br>Kester didn't waste any time, spinning about with his blade, delivering two cleaving strikes of his sword. One bounced off the creatures armor, cleaving a chunk off but doing no real lasting harm. The second time around the creature was not so lucky. The Strike ripped the creature in half, slicing the Ork clean through the Torso, the Marine snorting as he kicked its corpse away.<br><br><strong>"Pathetic."</strong><br><br>Kester looked about for other Orks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 23:51:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What felt like a matter of seconds leave to David being in the drop pod. Then the anticipation set in, which was complimented by prayer. The jolt of the drop pod coming to a halt set David away from his meditation as he waited for the doors to open and for the new adventure. David was quiet when leaving the chamber of the drop pod where he noticed he was inside of a place. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the place seemed to be a resort of places. Instantly David noticed the sounds of orks following down the hallway, but as he left the chamber later than the others it left him no time to react. <br><br>Instead David looked around to see what other options he could take, and that was when Brother Kantor spoke his name which turned his head. Although he was wary of following others, as he only trusted particular groups of people. He noticed Brother Astelan and gave him a nod, knowing that he was among his peers because they were both Sons of a Lion. But David knew he would have to work with others he was not accustomed to, which was why he took the step forward to follow Brother Kantor and aid him in the fight against the orks in any way he could. Although just as he was following he bumped shoulders with Brother Alfsbane. He felt a rare emotion of shock, as he somehow didn't notice this person from before. <br><br>Brother Makradon wouldn't have to the be the first person to show distrust, as he noticed Brother Alfbane's piercing glare. He only returned narrow eyes as he hurried on. Knowing eventually he would have to prove the honor of his chapter against this new Brother Alfsbane. He continues to increase his steps, hoping to eventually surpass Brother Alfsbane, as he felt the competition was not just between the Brothers and the Orcs, but the internal feud his chapter and the opposing one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 12:46:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(<em>Upper Floors</em>)<br><br>The heavy bolter began to cool now as an eerie silence filled the hallway.&nbsp; Chunks of wall continued to crumble and fall in various places, adding a sloshing sound as those bits mixed with blood across the floor.&nbsp; A periodic drip occurred that was almost deafening for being the only sound the sensors could retrieve from that once flooded corridor.&nbsp; Above, both warriors could hear the heavy footsteps of their squad leader and their fellow Brother-in-Battle.&nbsp; There was a heavy thud of a body striking the floor, but that body was not one of theirs.&nbsp; Instead silence fell again on the quiet reach of the resort.&nbsp; Somewhere a bullet had torn through the outer wall so that a single stream of light could penetrate the glum.&nbsp; Dust swirled and danced inside the light, dipping into the dark and emerging again unscathed.&nbsp; There was little else to be seen as the others moved toward the steps and onward to their next mission.<br><br>Brother Belepheron and Raimer could only remember the fury that had been upon them moments ago.&nbsp; Like the weapons in their hands their battle hardened bodies threatened to cool off.&nbsp; That was until they heard a peculiar sound.&nbsp; A whining as if someone had stepped on a child shortly followed by a solid, wet thud.&nbsp; Through the air came a small, round shape that flailed and continued to persist with that whining sound.&nbsp; Much like a ball kicked in various sports throughout the universe the round object flew and came to settle closer to the Marines.&nbsp; A tiny figure, grotesque and sniveling fell to knees before them.&nbsp; Groveling and crying echoed the hallway just before the Marines would notice a burning fuse extending through the cloth hat of the creature.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a solid explosion that rocked the few floors above and below this one.&nbsp; Sediment fell and floor boards creaked.&nbsp; Power armor was not light by anyone’s definition and the resort at its prime was not built for such intrusion.&nbsp; From above the corridor both Marines felt the floor give way.&nbsp; Below them a massive surge of green, muscled bodies moved and would swallow them hall should they fall into them.<br><br>(<em>Stairwell</em><br>The stairwell was a tight one meant more for the slender figure of people than the hulking armor of Space Marines.&nbsp; Packed together the Marines rushed down attempting to provide cover for each other as best as possible.&nbsp; Twists and turns did not allow for much vantage yet the Space Marines could easily see a train of creatures storming up the stairs just as they were traveling downward.&nbsp; Their only option to go through them or attempt a retreat onto a different floor.<br><br>---OOC---<br><br>Stairwell group may divert off to the tenth floor if they want without being noticed this turn.&nbsp; The horde will be on them in two turns.<br><br>The Upper Floors group, Brother Ramier and Brother Belepheron may make a Reaction to either dive for cover or they may attempt to "punt" the gretchin back.&nbsp; If dive, I want an Agility roll.&nbsp; If you punt then I'd like a Strength roll.<br><br>Brother Kester and Brother Leonatos need to do Agility rolls to avoid falling into the hole.&nbsp; Brother Kester may roll a piloting roll for his jump pack if he wishes to use that to stay above the hole.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 13:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Belepheron's eyes widened as the diminutive creature landed in front of him. Orks weren't known for their explosive expertise, in truth they just crammed as much explosives that could fit and that could prove problematic to even holy Astartes power armour. With little time to react, he moved on instinct. Two swift steps brought him to the creature. The second following through to place a kick in the grot's chest. Sending the pathetic creature sailing along the corridor to impact comically on the for wall, before falling to the ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 00:17:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatos gave a short cry as the floor gave way under his feet faster than he could move.&nbsp; For a moment, he was sliding through a spray of plaster, wood, and corroded concrete.&nbsp; Then he slammed into the wood paneled floor bellow in the midst of a massive horde of orcs.&nbsp; He managed to hold onto his sword and bounced a few feet into the air.&nbsp; He threw himself forewards mid bounce to get onto his feet.&nbsp; For a moment, his blade glowed blindingly white.&nbsp; Then his whole body shined brilliant gold.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment, Leonatos wanted to scream at the ecstatic heat flowing in his blood. He’d reflexively drawn vastly more power than he was usualy capable of.&nbsp; He launched a bold of white gold lightning into an orc across the room and it exploded in all directions in a dome of white-gold lightning.&nbsp; Perhaps ten orcs were blown out of the sphere, bodies burned to a crisp.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gasping in anticipated pain, the battle brother braced himself for the price he’d surely pay for such power any moment now.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Time slowed, and with it his movement, his thoughts, the beating of his heart, but he could still perceive.&nbsp; The blasted orcs tumbled across the floor in slow motion.&nbsp; Plaster fell from the ceiling like snowflakes on a windless day.&nbsp; The ashes of the slain orcs drifted through the air like a grey mist, cherry red embers hovering in the midst of it like fireflies.&nbsp; He was cold, so very cold, and an icy wind picked up.&nbsp; It didn’t stir the slow falling plaster, but it chilled him to the bone…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then time screamed back to full speed.&nbsp; The ash blasted over them all, leaving grey grime behind.&nbsp; Many of the orcs he'd hit were reduced to scorched bones.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 01:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Broddi would take a long moment to consider what he was doing as he'd make his way down the stair cases. Anyone close to him would hear that of all things the man was humming to himself for some strange reason. He'd eventually start pushing his way to the front like an over excited puppy on his way to pounce someone, that madman's grin still plastered over his face.<br><br>“Back in a minute.” He'd say, not stopping to bother and explain what was his harebrained plan was... as much as he was just going to -do- it and hope the other marines were quick enough to keep up on it. He'd leap down the stairs, caring little for how much damage he inflicted on the building... seeing as a massive hole in the stairs would only make the Ork's ascent a little more difficult. Once he found himself in sight of the Orks he'd let out a piercing howl that sounded more bestial than man and unhook the Melta from his belt and toss it, before turning tail with a cackle and jumping his way back up the stairs. Regardless of whether his brothers in arms decided to retreat, or fight through the horde. At least their task would hopefully be an easier one. <br><br>----OOC----<br>Not sure what to roll here. I'm guessing Demolitions and piloting? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 10:36:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The explosion sent boards flying upward and from beneath the two Space Marines the floor seemed to rise upward in a ripple.&nbsp; Like a giant wave the floor rose upward throwing Kester free and clear of the destruction to come.&nbsp; A wall was kind enough to stop Kester’s advance, boards breaking and cracks forming across the wall where he threatened to go through.&nbsp; Leonatos was not so lucky.&nbsp; When the ground opened up, he was there to fall below.&nbsp; Beneath his metal clad boots another surface rose and he was brought to his knees from the impact.&nbsp; Such a roar of his landing could not deafen the cry of the onrushing orks as they came for him.&nbsp; Crude weapons lifted and fell, striking and cutting at his flesh through the armor gifted to him.&nbsp; From all around him the weapons fell and his blood spilled from wounds cut through his armor.<br><br>Those watching could only stare as their Brother-in-Arms seemed consumed by the green wave.&nbsp; Like a hungry maw they fell shut across the black armor of their Battle Brother.&nbsp; Yet then a dark wind seemed to blow across each, a quiet calm descending until the very warp seemed to open up around them.&nbsp; Lightening lifted upward and downward, cutting across the floor and lashing out down the hall.&nbsp; Orks screamed and turned to ash.&nbsp; That calm persisting only a moment before they gave their blood scream to make another charge for the Marine that had slain so many so quickly.<br><br>Downstairs the figure of Broddi could be seen leaping downward.&nbsp; Floor flashed by the Space Marine as he leapt and descended.&nbsp; The pack on his back flaring to life just as the melta bomb was placed.&nbsp; He felt his body lurch to the side, slamming through a wall so that he fell to his hands and knees on the fifth floor of the building.&nbsp; Behind him was a blinding flash and then a earth shaking boom.&nbsp; From above the Space Marines could see the heat ripple out across the stairs, setting alight the flesh of their attacks and melting the metal of the staircase.&nbsp; Molten metal dripped down from the now destroyed stairway.&nbsp; This blocked the path of the orks for now but also kept the Space Marines from simply continuing their descent.&nbsp; Another way would have to be found.<br><br>As for Broddi there was the howl of unhappy orks and their realization that he was not so far away.<br><br>--OOC---<br>Leonatus took 12 wounds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 12:53:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leonatos growled as he rose to one knee, golden energy still arching from his sword to his armor and to the scorched walls around him.&nbsp; He backed down the hall towards his friends with the bolters.&nbsp; For a moment, he glared down at the orks and lowered his blade.&nbsp; Again, golden lighting lashed forth.&nbsp; This time, he didn’t unfetter his power, but nor did he restrain it.&nbsp; The power arched straight into the lead ork, through him, and into the horde.&nbsp; As ashes poured down from the lead ork’s bones, the golden power arched on back, striking more orks and burning them just as badly, scattering their bones and filling the air with char.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The librarian punched open a door beside him and leaped through to give the gunmen a clear shot!&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Deathwatch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 06:10:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Broddi would take in a lung full of air as he'd take a long stride... Breaking into a run, followed by an ignition of his jump pack to put the extra umph into his step that would be needed to outpace the hoard at his heels. It would be with a few quiet curses to himself that he'd bring himself to jump back up, attempting to rejoin the group of his brothers. Likely bringing at least some of the green tide with him, though thankfully not all of it because of the well placed Melta. <br><br>((OOC: Personal pilot))
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