Anima's Story

Anima stretched its back. It had appeared as simply as if it had been there all along, sitting next to Lucifer. Most of the patrons would see a hazy inconsistent blur in reality, something that didn't seem to belong. Some would see a manifestation something like a man with his eyes covered over, though still a full form was hard to distinguish. "Interesting thing. Demon." it spoke though without sound, directed at Lucifer mentally. "Crude communication, more so than most." the form chuckled, still silent to all those listening with ears.

Standing, now behind the bar, though the movement was unseen, Anima looked on at what was unfolding before him. It had seen the events of this place through Attello's eyes many times, but never had it visited it firsthand. It seemed this had been imprudent as the place was simply overflowing with chaos after arrive for less than a few moments. The one who entered, tearing the door off the hinges, this one interested Anima greatly, seeming to be bent on destruction perhaps, or murder. Both would serve equally well to entertain it as it watched from behind the bar.

Vigil was all to calm in the hectic surroundings. Things were slowly ebbing toward riot levels as guards forced inmates into various areas of containment in their search for Lake. Those who fought back were dealt with brutally. Vigil was careful to stay one step ahead of whatever group was being corralled at the time, slipping from one cluster of inmates to the next as he made his was down toward what looked like tunnels in the valleys western edge.

Dropping into the shadows as a guard approached the nearest inmates he found a narrow path toward where he hoped to find the woman. Sure enough he saw her as he rounded a corner, a man in some sort of mech suit stood before her as she emptied the contents of a lock box before it disappeared into nothing. Vigil stood cautiously in the shadow of the corner, not so much that he seemed to be hiding, he simply was unsure of who this man was and whether he should wait to approach her, so he waited.





Anima watched as though seeing the world though a glass, it was unseen, unheard, undetectable, but it saw and heard. Here they were, and in less than an hour they had managed disrupt the entire state of the facility before all three of them were even together. It had been correct, this would prove interesting. More so when its new friends arrived...

Lake snickered as Russian spoke, "Bet you never saw woman fight in battle before either." She said calmly, she was dressed from head to toe in blood red cloth. Layers upon layers of the stuff. And yet she seemed ready to take on the world.

"We got company, and I dont think its the inmates either. From what it smells like, Well, it's going to get bloody. Very bloody, very quckly. Can you handle it" Lake said, her disc gave a readout of everything within range, of one hundred meters before putting the disc on her hip where it seemed to mold itself into her red clothing as she scampered pretty much up a wall of rock and a pair of black binoculars formed from nothing but little blocks of data on her left hand as she looked around them.

"Fuck, multiple contacts, most show up as guards for this facility, but they're fighting among each other trying to corral the inmates here... Duck" She snapped out one of her pistols and fired a single shot, it echoed across the valley as a strange demonlike creature fell to the ground stone dead but soon it'd be back up Right behind the shot she threw one of the two discs, it connected with the Daemon, derezzing it completely to little bricks of data that soon quickly faded away.

Lake smirked from her perch as the disc sailed back to her hand. "I missed you too!" She said giving both discs a kiss before throwing the second one and jumping off the rock to land down next to Russian, quickly catching the second thrown disc as it went back to her hand.

It was time for some fun!

"Well I guess I win that bet because I so happen to know a woman that has participated in more then her fare share of battles." Russian chuckled before getting ready for the fight that is about to come.

Russian soon smelt blood, freshly spilt blood at that. "Oh I can handle a bit of blood. I mean I once met these bloodthirsty freaks which made me question if they were really humans so you don't have to worry abou me freezing on the spot due to a little blood and guts. I mean, I was once a hero after all." He spoke as he remained on the ground, surveying the area from his point.

"Multiple contacts? Nah, we are just inside a maximum security prison. Of course they are guarded by one guy who sits down on a chair and eats donuts." Russian chuckled before following up on his sentence. "But the guards here are fighting something else? There is only one entrance in so unless they could magically warp inside this prison---" He suddenly heard Lake snap out the words "Duck" and instinctively, he ducked. He then watched as a demonlike creature in the distance was shot just once, presumably killing it but it soon got back up and he watched as one of those disks Lake had on her was thrown at the demon and it simply caused it to derezz and disappeared

When Russian noticed the demon, he instinctively groaned. "Please don't let it be those demon worshiping, psychotic, crazed nutjobs. I spent more then...I don't know...one hundred years...something close to that helping some Imperial nation. It was not fun I can tell you that much." He spoke and as much as he hated it, he knew that they would be here. With all that was happening on the surface it would have drawn those blood crazed lunatics to participate in the fun.

Anima smiled as it watched the rift open, it had taken some convincing but they were here. It hadn't been sure if they would manage it, warp rifts were so very unpredictable after all. A place like this though, it seemed as ideal a place as any for the event to occur. Others would have been easier to convince certainly, Orks would fight anyone for any reason, even the Imperium would have been easily convinced that the place needed cleansing, but they were so orderly, and Chaos required no door, they required no shp, and perhaps if it was lucky Anima would be treated to its little subjects being sucked into some hellish world inside the Eye. Oh the glorious eye. So much chaos...

Vigil ducked as Lake fired across the prison, turning to watch and seeing something that put him on edge. This thing, he could sense, rejected the order of this place, it seemed to reject the order of this very plane of reality. "What... is it?" He couldn't help but be both repulsed and enthralled. Was there a place in the order of the world where this thing belonged? He wouldn't find his answers as Lake's disk seemed to wipe the thing from existence. But just beyond came more.

"You are the one they call Lake?" Vigil spoke as he walked backwards towards Lake and the Russian, deciding that whatever was happening, he shouldn't wait for an introduction. "I am called Vigil." He found himself standing beside the man in his mech suit, to which he turned and nodded his introduction, not asking but clearly expecting the man to offer his name.

His gloved hand reached into what should have been his chest as he withdrew a blade that had been hidden deep with in the folds of his cloak. His other hand arose from the folds of the same, cracking and glowing with energy. "This certainly will be an interesting moment in history... indeed." His eyes narrowed on his otherwise black face as energy arced between them. Clearly he would not be able to simply bare witness to the coming events, if he intended to get out of this place he would have to fight along with these two new companions.

While much of this was going on of course the other inmates had began to notice this, but while others were panicking and uneasy about the whole affair, Nigel merely sat on his bed in the cell listening and trying to hear what was happening. Unlike modern jail cells the ones in Chiron Delta was more like a plastic cube with oxygen filtered in through some device which pumped in only enough to make people comfortable, but if they exerted themselves in the cells they would find the oxygen depleting, which is why Nigel was reading. Nonetheless he found himself distracted by the chaos, not enough to get angry, just intrigued. And he had figured from the firing he had anti-aircraft defences had been operated, but then suddenly stopped, all this chaos. There were many reasons to come to Chiron-Delta, for it contained what was the worse of any people or monsters, and rarely did anyone escape. Nigel himself had merely content himself or learning about his fellow inmates, although he did suspect, that one he had seen who had spoken little, was involved in this affair inside. As for outside, he could only fathom and well really the book was just getting to the good part, why worry.

No doubt soon the actual defences of the prison would kick in and deal with whatever needed dealt with. At least he assumed.

All at once, for what seemed both a single moment, and an endless eternity, all was still, as though frozen in time. In this timeless moment, the very fabric of reality itself seemed to vibrate and ripple with whispers. Among these whispers was a voice, it was both clear as water on crystal, and yet impossibly difficult to understand. All who listened would be strained in their minds, as they tried in vain to comprehend, and yet they could not help but know what the voice spoke.

"The power of creation lies at your feet... When chaos erupts around you, hold to your reason, and find me...."

An image of a massive, humanoid form, the center of which shined with bright green light would impregnate the minds of every mortal creature within the facility.

"Find me... And take your freedom, and the powers of a god...."

The weaker minded among the facility would begin screaming in madness, their minds broken by the entity. Even the stronger willed would find themselves taxed by the effort it took to simply listen to the words. And if any thought to try probing or taking over the entity themselves... Nothing but ash remained of them.

Then it was gone, and everything was as it had been. But the Impression had been made, and all who had been effected suddenly felt a growing sense of dread, as though some horrible force was getting closer to them...

A flick of the wrist was all it took and a sword of red light formed from her right disc. it was time for a hell of a party, and Lake was ready to host it. A massive creature lumbered into view, screaming something in a odd langauge. The power armor the Chaos marine wore was stained with ages of blood and other defilements, but Lake did not care whatwsoever. Instead, she focused her timing

They needed a path out, and from the sounds of things, the way out was barred up above, getting off the planet by going deeper. She needed two things, a computer network terminal, and a broken lightbulb. But for the moment she focused instead on survival, when Vigil introcused himself she nodded. "I am Lake, ytou must be my target to escort out of here. I wont ask what got you into this place though."

Prison guards scrambled as alarms suddenly roared to life indicating a massive riot going on as perhaps a dozen mutilated creatures swarmed through a huge gaping hole in reality not far away and fell into the prison, Some of them were massive armored freaks. Carrying weapons Lake could have killed to own one or two of if given the chance. It was the sight of the weapon alone when she activated the hardlight sword method of her identity disc.

History about to be rewritten indeed.

But there was something else on Lakes mind right then.

"Where is a Pepsi ?" As she voice her thought, a Digitalis window snapped open and a Pepsi landed in her left hand, open and ready to drink. Gotta love the Grid she thought. She had been there only a scant few times though. So this was one of those times the thought patterns were most helpful. Once she was done with the caffine, she relaxed her stance a bit.

She looked, if one really gave it thought, like a Adeptus Soritia's Hospitalier; all on her own, and ready to kill. She threw the left hand disc, it shot off, leaving a faint vapor trail as she darted forwards towards the nearest massive monstrocity of a Chaos Space Marine. Slamming into the thing like a frieght train on steroids. Her identity disc she had thrown returned to her just barely in time to cut the hand off her target before she ducked the swing of the massive chainsword. She wanted that weapon, the Chaos Space Marine screamed something she did not understand when she danced out of the massive creatures reach

Oh this was going to be so much fun!

"Yup...As much as I hoped is was not them, it is them." Russian muttered a sigh of annoyance as he saw the hulking armored figures of chaos space marines emerging from portals in reality. Adorned with skulls, covered in red suits of power armor, remnants of age old blood from a poor sap killed however long ago, and finally the all to familiar mark of chaos. they were Khorne berserkers from the World Eaters Legion, a nasty bunch of lads that used lots of melee weapon from chain-swords to chain axes, of course they used ranged weapons but more often then not they are either heavy bolters or some other large ungodly weapon that could take out most anyone foolish enough to stay out of cover.

As he primed his mechs rifle, something began to whisper inside his mind. No, it was not the voices of chaos, it would be more subtle then this, it would gnaw at the back of your mind and before you knew it you were going crazy. It was something else entirety that much he knew for certain, suddenly an image appeared inside his mind showing him a massive humanoid figure whic shined a bright green light telling him to find it and obtain the powers of a god.

After that event was over he just sighed. "My mother taught me never to listen to crazy voices in my head, and this is not the time to be acting like the way I am. Also, hey Vigil, looks like we are your soldiers in metallic and red dressed armor." He spoke before hearing a bloodcurdling shout from behind him yelling "Blood for the blood god!" Or something like that. He had been around them long enough to understand their low Gothic and high Gothic language and without any further delay he aimed his rifle directly at the head of the chaos marine and fired a single, armor piercing round, right through the eye lens of his armor possibly splattering his brains on the wall behind him...if it wasn't due to the mans helmet not being penetrated by the bullet. "Damnation...I forgot how resilient that armor is...maybe I should have nicked that bolt gun while I could..." He muttered to himself as he chambered another round, this time a more powerful armor piercing round and blasting yet another marine through the head and blasting right through his helmet. "Good thing I know how to craft bolt ammunition."

Energy seemed to surge around Vigil as he stood his ground. His cloak ebbed and flowed, seemingly disregarding gravity and physics. Things were quickly getting out of hand, an inmate was practically torn in two by one of the soldiers, who turned it's attention toward the three of them. The thing was lumbering forward, clearly confident in its own victory. Vigil turned his sharp eyes on the approaching suit of armor and raised his hand, energy pulsing like bone and vein, flexing as an orange spark appeared. Each time his hand flexed the spark grew as though he was fanning a flame, until there was a sphere of flame around his hand, then he thrust his hand forward.

The Marine began to scream. Partially due to his own blood lust, but partially due to the sudden burning in his suit of armor. Vigil kept his focus on the thing, now charging toward him with chainsword raised, pressing his hand forward as if against some unseen resistance. The energy between his eyes sparked and cracked, his cloak rose as he gathered his strength, and punched forward again, his open hand outward. A second flame ignited and shot forward, hitting the chaos marine full in the chest. This caused the marine to stumble in it's charge, and scream ever louder, but it continued forward. Vigil kept his hand extended, continuing to focus on the fire within the marines suit as he raised his own sword, it flashed with a sudden glow as he stepped forward to meet the crazed enemies assault. He threw all of his remaining strength into the swing as he parry'd the violent downward stroke of the marine and stepped to the side. This, along with the still constant burning, caused the marine to finally fall forward to the ground. Vigil's right hand shifted and the fire went out, replaced now by a great weight pushing down on the marines back. With his enemy's movement slowed Vigil moved quickly to his back and thrust his sword towards the seam below the helmet.

He was quickly beginning to find himself torn between the events occurring around him and his distaste for being directly involved in combat... "Perhaps finding a way out of this place sooner rather than later would be prudent." He mussed out loud.

Lake didn't hear Russian grumble of who just joined the party, she was in the heat of battle. Swarming the CSm she targeted with a deadly dance, the massive creatures armor was no use against her speed and strength. Not to mention her identity disc which now appeared thicker then normal as she put it into one single disc and stabbed directly into the massive and VERY diurty CSM's armor, derezzing a hole in the thing she stabbed her right arm into the armor and wrenched out the things heart, easily dropping it to the ground as the chaos marine screamed and with the last of its life fell over dead as Lake stepped down hard on its heart, squishing it into oblivion

reaching down she picked up the chainsword, a dull red hue, it was a huge as fuck weapon in her slender clearly much smaller hands. But she didn't give two fucks whatsoever as the thing started up. It sounded like a chainsaw, or like that Drillerbot she had to contend with in New York one year with the Autobots. But it didn't matter as she ran headlong at one of the most massive ugly things she had ever seen.

A Chaos Prince.

She did however over the din of the chainsword, hear Vigil recommend an exit strategy. She smirked and replied simply "Find a broken but not completely destroyed lightbulb, and a network terminal, and I can get us an exit path!" She ducked the sweing of the massive creature and just chucked the chainsword at it. stabbing into its gut before withdrawing her identity disc and splitting it into two.

Now the party truly began as she jumped the massive creature!

"Alright, find a lightbulb that has not been crushed to dust and a network terminal that has not been destroyed yet...I heard of stranger plans." Russian spoke as he chambered another round into his rifle and shot another chaos marine straight through his head, easily putting down the deranged maniac.

"The fool thinks he is safe in his armoured shell, we shall crack it open and drag him from the remains!" A raspy voice belonging to one of the marines yelled out from behind him. As he turned around rifle at the ready, he saw a trio of chaos space marine havoks, each holding an auto cannon which were all aimed at him. Russian quickly ran to the nearest piece of cover as the trio embedded their feet into the ground, giving them the support they needed to rain death on his position without having the recoil affect them.. "Come out and die coward, let your blood satisfy Khorne!" They taunted as his cover was quickly being shredded.

His attention soon turned to the massive creature known as a chaos prince, a human who has ascended to demonhood. "Can it get any worse than this..." As he spoke he saw a portal open up in the distance and a group of five chaos terminators appeared in view, three of them armed with a reaper auto cannon and the other two equipped with lighting claws. "I stand corrected, it can get worse then---" before he finished speaking his mech suit suddenly began to shake as the trio of havoks that were blasting his position destroyed his cover and we're now blasting away at the Russian's shield. "Oh screw off!" He turned to face them, his shields rapidly depleting.

In response to to their attack, he launched a volley of missiles from the mechs shoulders and turned the trio into nothing but blood and viscera. The situation was growing worse, more marines were surely coming to participate in this fight which meant that they had to find a lightbulb in a futuristic prison which probably stopped using light bulbs centuries ago. It soon dawned on him, he could just make his own lightbulb, it was like making a cup of noodles for him.

Running to a new piece of cover, he began to open up compartments in his mech suit and began to grab materials needed for a lightbulb. He had also decided to put his mech on autopilot so it would do the fighting for him. "The things I do for money..." He muttered.

Light bulb. Network terminal. Vigil was not entirely sure where he was expected to find these things, nor how they would give them a path out of the prison, but he felt there was little else to do but attempt to get Lake what she had requested.

The marine he was standing on convulsed and spasm'd for a moment as Vigil removed his blade from it's spinal cord. He looked around, the Russian had taken cover, Lake was doing battle with a massive, thing, Vigil decided to attempt to find a network terminal. He made his way quickly toward a wall and followed it to the first opening he could find. To his surprise the hallway had yet to be touched by the violence occurring behind him, he set off cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

A number of turns later he was halted by what looked like a pack of dogs feasting on, what he could only assume had been an inmate or guard. Vigil stopped dead in his tracks and didn't make a sound, he was eerily quiet as he watched the beasts. They were hideous and massive. Deciding against wanton violence he turned and made his way silently down the opposite corridor which lead him to a heavily secured single door, clearly used for guard access. He pressed his ear to the cold steel of the door, listening intently, he assumed that with all the commotion more guards would no doubt be dispatched to augment other security measures. He focused on the material, the metal, the molecules, using them as a physical connection he soon heard the other side of the door. Something was coming.

Heavy metallic footsteps. Many of them.

Then he heard the door begin to unlatch. He tucked himself into a small alcove and fell to the floor, almost as if the person inside the cloths had completely disappeared, and slowly the cloak itself seemed to blend in with the floor. The door opened and six guards emerged, they were some sort of android or robot, clearly heavily armed and armored. They paid no mind to him, seemingly set on destroying the hounds on the other end of the corridor, which suited Vigil just fine. As they passed the floor behind them seemed to shift, but the door closed and there was nothing.

Vigil stood up, seemingly out of the floor, on the inside of the door. He looked around him, a number of signs pointed to various official locations, but one caught his eye, Network hub. He set off.

The place was surprisingly quiet, apparently most of the sentient personnel were occupied elsewhere, though he did have to dodge a man running to some unknown part of the prison. Finally he came to the door he was looking for. He went to open it, but stopped, he had no use for the network hub with out Lake and the lighbulb, and for now he had a more pressing problem, the security door did not have a manual override that he saw. He would have to break back into the prison proper in order to let Lake know he had found the network hub...

Lake ducked a wild swing from the massive Daemon Princeling. Jumping upwards she upperctu with her left identity disc, slicing into the creatures chin, derezzing parts of it into harmless blocks that shattered upon the ground, the massive daemon screamed in pain and swung blindly at her as she easily kept out of its reach as she threw her right identity disc, it slammed into a smaller daemon, destroying it on the spot as she all but walked up the Daemon Prince and slammed her identity disc into its face a dozen times with both hands

The creature shrieked loudly in deadly pain as she easily evaded the things wild reaches for her, moving so quickly as if she were a ghost as the thing tried to smash her, but ended up blacking its own eyes with a sharp cry of pain. As she ran down its gullet she stabbed repetadly with her discs. At the last second she struck at its chest with her hand, Slamming into the rotting flesh and grabbing the first thing she felt

Its vocal cords

and its hearts

Yanking hard she ripped the vocal cords from the creature and threw them aside as she then yanked out a hart and shot the rest of them. Stomping down hard, barefoot at that, on the hyeart she wrenched from the daemon prince she smirked as the creature fell over, stone dead.

Stepping calmly up to the chainsword sticking out of the things body she wrenched it free as a dozen, perhaps even more, watched their leader, their pride and joy, simply fall over dead. Then they looked at the woman, soaked in daemon blood and otherwise, a smile on her face, a calm, peaceful smile at that. Lake spoke "Alright. Who next." The Marines looked at each other, then at her, then at each other, then screamed something she couldn't understand and all attacked at once.

"Great veterans...just what the party ordered." Russian muttered as he watched as more reinforcements arrived. His attention soon turned to the screaming demon as Lake was busy butchering the demon prince and not long after finished killing it. He gave a small whistle as he watched. "Not bad...she killed herself the demon prince. Well that gives the enemy even more reasons to come out from...more...portals..." As he was complementing Lake he watched more tears open up and soon more marines joined the fight, followed by more demons and a chaos lord. "Well the chain of command has returned again...do they even follow a chain of command? I guess it's more like the big guys force the others to do things but frankly they probably would care less if they had to charge a tank line with nothing but a knife..."

His attention then turned to another part of the room, a group of the prisons guards were advancing on the marines invading the facility. "Would you look at that! Looks like some regular guards survived after---" Not long after the guards arrived they were swarmed by blood letters, lesser demons of Khorne and a bunch of marines wielding chainaxes and chainswords and they were butchered in seconds. Those that somehow survived basically went mad and decided to help butcher their allies. "Never mind then...that was short lived..." He just shrugged and began his work on the lightbulb, not caring that the now corrupted guards were now skinning their allies like it was second nature to them.

Soon the chaos terminators took notice of Russian and Lake before barking off orders. "That woman there! Her blood will most definitely please Knorne. The one in the mech suit, rip him from his shell and see how well he can survive without it!" Of course Russian may have been the only person to understand them but frankly he didn't care. He did care however was when two of the five terminators he saw warped right next to him and began to unload their armaments easily breaking the last of his shield and soon began chipping away at his suit. The automated systems quickly began to move and began to repeatedly hammer away at one of the terminators, easily blasting through their armour but the man or monster at this point would not drop dead from his wounds and continued to blast his mech suit. "Just drop dead already! You have more holes in you than Swiss cheese!" Russian commented on the guys resilience before returning his attention to the lightbulb he was creating.

Vigil had returned to the door which led back into the main prison area to contemplate his next move. He had seen a number of rooms on his way but nothing that seemed to be useful, and he couldn't count on a lucky passerby the next time he needed to get back through the door. After a moments contemplation he decided to delve deeper into the halls, back pasted the network hub.

The halls and doors all looked the same and Vigil was careful to keep track of where he was going. As he progressed he eventually could hear sounds, then a voice, someone was in a room ahead. His footsteps seemed to get even quieter, a feat in and of itself, as the creature glided towards a cracked door. There was a man sitting at a desk staring intently at a monitor. "No, no we didn't let them in, I don't know how they got in, we're handling it. Apparently their chaos warp has thrown off the automated defenses, but we'll have them back up shortly..." Vigil remained silent as the conversation continued. Apparently the security doors were optically unlocked, a rather inconvenient revelation. Contemplating his options, and seeing that time was of the essence, Vigil decided a direct approach was probably best.

Moving quietly he approached the man, waiting for him to terminate communications. When he did Vigil quickly grabbed him with one hand tightly pressed over his mouth, and turned him around. A spark of energy jumped between his eyes as he stared deeply at the man, his eyes wide despite his attempts to close them, held open by Vigil's magic. The same magic was making a copy of the mans eye, down to the molecular detail. It took several moments with the man struggling but finally Vigil had what he needed. "Sleep, forget me to your dreams." He spoke softly, and the mans eyes went from wide to heavily drooped, before he fell into a deep sleep. "Now, to inform the others."

Time was of the essence and Vigil almost ran back to the door, his confidence bolstered by the fact that he had not seen anyone in the halls since his first near encounter. Luck seemed to be on his side as he made the door easily, looking at the control panel his eye morphed into an exact replica of the man at the desk's, a strange sight against his black blank face. The control panel pinged, the he could hear the locks disengage, and finally the door slid open. The sounds of chaos came to him instantly.

As he ran back into the prison proper Lake was facing multiple marines and Russian seemed to be in a duel with two massive terminators in which neither side was overly concerned with personal safety, they seemed to simply be unloading any and all manner of weaponry on the opponent.

"Lake, I have found the network hub, and a key to get us there." Vigil yelled as he reached out his right hand towards two of the marines rushing towards her. His hand spread wide for a moment, and then balled tightly into a fist. A flash of energy seemed to shoot down from his arm and almost explode forward. The two marines were drawn together with immense force, as though all the work of gravity was attracting them to each other. The energy in Vigil's hand began to pulse, increasing to a rapid flicker, the pressure on the marines increasing steadily until there armor began to compress under it. Finally the one, believing it had found a way of escape, put it's pistol to the side of the others helmet with great effort and pulled the trigger, no doubt hoping to push off his now dead comrade, but disappointed to find he was still being pressed down upon on all sides.

Vigil's hand slammed down flat and the marines body followed suit. In an instant Vigil was on top of him, as though he hadn't even moved. A quick twist of his wrist and the struggle was over. "Do we have your light bulb?" He asked matter of factly.

Lake never turned to look as she struck with her fist, two fingers out like the beak of a woodpecker as she stabbed her index and middle finger dead into the eyes of a chaos space marine, almost instantly she pulled her hand out of the mans face, pulling with it, brains cybernetic implants, and most of his jaw before using her pistol and shooting something into it. The digialt pistol she had crafted out of nothing from her identity disc was helpful as the marine shattered into nothing. She smirked as the marine fell into blocks of data and faded away into smoke.

She turned anfd was about to open fire on the two marines running at her when she stopped as they slammed into each other thanks to Vigil, Perfect! When he was close enough to hear she swore in some strange langauge {later she'd translate what she said to english was "Shitkicker!" in Cybertronian} When Vigil was standing next to her and she heard him state he found the network hub she turned towards Russian who was making the lightbuilb ?

She saw the base of the bulb, the screw part, and the internal fliament coils, She turned back to Vigil, Snapping up her fist she caught a bloodletter daemon dead in the throat, ripping it apart without looking, focused only on Vigil, her contract and, in a manner of speaking, her charge with Russian. "Yes, got escape path. Lets go!!" She said simply before decking a crqazied prison world guard dead in the throat, looping off his head as she snapped the mans neck dead on.

Somewhat bored she said simply "I hate this fuckin' planet!" With that she drop kicked a digibomb she had called from the Grid using her identity disc into a mob of bloodletters, it went off with a flash of digital light, derezzing everything in its blast zone within a heartbeat

"Yeah I got the lightbulb! I guess that means we can get out of this hellhole!" Russian called to Vigil as his mech launched the last of its missile payload at the terminators and despite how stubborn they were in not falling over and dieing, they could not do much when they get turned into nothing but paste and chunks of meat. As he prepared to move his nose suddenly caught whiff of the most rancid and foul order than made its way into the area, not even his mech filtration system could filter this horribly rancid stench. What was causing the smell was coming into view.

A large summoning circle was carved into the prisons floor with bodies of guards, prisoners, and some of the chaos forces placed on the circle as an offering. It was impressive how they could work fast but what was not impressive was the giant green bloated monstrosity climbing out of the circle. The freak of nature climbing out of the circle was a greater demon of the four chaos gods, a great unclean one which was the embodiment of Nurgle, one of the four chaos gods. The creature was soon on its legs as it began to laugh, followed by blood letters and nurglings pouring from the summoning circle.

Russian knew this was very bad and decided to head to the others, but something took hold of his mech suit. The greater demon had used its own intestine as a sort of hook and was now pulling Russian towards its gaping stomach. Immediately knowing the machine was batons saving he opened the hatch and jumped out of the mech and ran like the wind with the lightbulb in his hands, looking behind him he saw the greater demon devouring the mech suit, easily rotting the steel and turning it into nothing but scrap. Before lumbering towards him and the group

He arrived to where Vigil and Lake making sure to keep his head down from stray bullets. "Alright here is the lightbulb, now let's get moving quickly before that thing gets to us and have more things like that appear."

The Sounds of explosions suddenly began to rock the facility. It appeared that something above had begun to open fire on the prison, silencing the AA Batteries that were firing.