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Vigil

"There is always order. Always a greater and a lesser, always better or worse. Order is simply a product of existence."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Chuckles

Description

Name: Vigil

Race: Cambiregeist

Age: unknown

Occupation: Pilgrim; "Pilgrims" seek out events, places, people, anything that seems to be on a path to making a great impact on the order of the world, especially that which may have a direct impact on Cambiregeist society. They are tasked with both recording events and intervening where the good of their home would be well served. As a pilgrim he has had much more contact with other races than most Cambiregeist do, as they tend to keep to themselves and their own well being.

Country of Origin: Delphi

Appearance:
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Vigil, like all Cambiregeist, is difficult to accurately describe. At first glance he could be mistaken for a human clad all in flowing robes with a tightly wrapped turban or knit cap on his head. His head though, is not human, it is spherical and shadowy; his face only two strangely triangular eyes with large round pupils, and a mouth. His height seems to vary where some might account him as 5'5" in one instance, others have seen a 7' figure. Even his cloak is difficult to describe, it is clasped below the neck with an oddly shaped stone, at a casual glance it looks much like the robes of a magician or professor with a large cowl folded around the neck, though clearly one from a foreign land. Except that the material seems to fall strangely, as though there were entire sections of it that refused to adhere to physics. His left hand is gloved, the right is rarely seen for the folds of cloak covering it, and there are boots upon his feet.

The Cambiresgeist "cloak" isn't actually a cloak at all, it is in fact an appendage. It is called a wing, though its use is more akin to a peacocks tail than an eagles wing, it is tough and acts as a natural protection from both weather and attack, it is comparable to good leather armor. Beneath it is an ethereal form, seemingly held together by the same material, as though loosely bandaged. amidst the bandages one can make out a sort of bio-energy coursing back and forth, like visible blood vessels or nervous system.

Personality:
Vigil finds "others" (non Cambiregeist) to be a curiosity and is often fascinated by them, be it appearance, traits, or habits. He does tend toward quiet, though he can get into spurts where he will talk quite a lot. He is not afraid to speak, and if his opinion is asked he will unabashedly give it, sometimes with unintended offence. He is more inclined to avoid battle, in which he relies on his magical ability, and is very slow to physical combat as a last resort.

In general he is like other Cambiregeist. Enigmatic, they watch, listen, and ponder, and while their thoughts wander they have a tendency to speak out of order, semi-prophetically, or simply out of context, which has lead to them being known as a cryptic race. They have a natural tendency to order their world, as they have a deep rooted belief that all things have an essential place in the order of the world as a whole. This is not to say they find themselves atop that order, each Cambiregeist orders his own world according to himself, and then the greater world around him.


Gear:
He does carry a simple looking but very well crafted sword, which hangs vertically upon his left hip though he often carries it casually by the scabbard. This, along with the stone clasp, make up the entirety of his personal belongings.

Skills/abilities:
Despite his seeming refusal to use physical combat, Vigil is actually highly trained and skilled at sword play.

"Paragon"- this is technically not an "ability" so much as it is a shedding of all pretense for a Cambiregeist. This is the form they take when they unfold their 'wing' and reveal a full, animalistic, form. This is a natural mechanism, similar to a cobra fanning its hood or a dogs hackels rising before a fight. A Cambiregeist in Paragon is not to be taken lightly, as they begin to lose "civilized" control over their natural magical and physical ability, as well as their natural fight or flight tendencies. While this makes them ferocious in battle, it is very dangerous as they quickly lose their sense of danger and can become snared into pseudo-suicide if they are faced with an impossible opponent after being n this state for to long.
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Magic:
Cambiregeist are magical creatures, and by that nature they are highly adept magic users.

History: Vigil comes from the city state Delphi, one of several such Cambiregeist settlements. He spent most of his younger years schooling, learning the art of the sword and studying elemental magic, along with the wealth of knowledge held in the Libraria of Delphi. His natural tendency for curiosity towards "others" lead him towards becoming a pilgrim. He has wandered the world for many years, he has seen petty kings rise and fall, some even influenced by his own actions in small ways. He will continue his journey until his eventual death, hoping to contribute to the great order of things in some fashion along the way.

So begins...

Vigil's Story

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The gate opened and a single being was lowered from above on a single chain until she was about ten meters from the ground of the prison valley. This was her assigned task, get in and get out, Nobody had ever done this before, but Lake was ready. With a grinding halt the chain halted with a jerk. It was time for some fun. With a twist of her body she wrapped herself in the rope and chain and then let her self spin downwards crazily until the chain holding her arms to the rope snapped.

Dropping to the ground smoothly she looked about as some men made for her. Quickly snapping out her left rist, then her right boot, she caught two men, one in the face, the other dead in the nether region, both men fell like sacks of grain. as a third started speaking as he stepped into view. "Their are prisoners, there are convicts, and there are residents...." The prisoner stepped right up to Lake as he observed the fact that she; a new woman in the prison valey, had just killed two men within a minute. "Which are you ?"

Lake smirked, "Me ?" She repeated softly. She gave the man a careful look. "I'm just passing through." With that she started off deeper into the prison complex.

It was time to begin her mission; she just hoped this contact, this Russian fellow, was there as promised. Hopefully he had her gear too

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Russian, who was following the blimp on his modified sonar was not moving towards another possibly useless scrap of metal. Instead he was on his way to the facility on the planet, sure he was hired to collect a valuable metal on the planet but he was also hired to meet someone, a woman named Lake, and he was supposed to deliver some gear and assist her if he could. He was not given much specifics on his mission but a job was a job, especially if the job paid him well.

Now in view of his rendezvous point, a large facilility that seems to extend underground. Russian took a crouching position and zoomed in on the facility to take notes of the guards and defences, what he noticed was that the gate was open and there were no guards stationed nearby. He had two guesses, either the guards took a break and left the gate to a clearly hidden facility open, or someone got in. Whatever the case he just shrugged and stood back up before making his way to the facility when he suddenly stood still, he felt an indescribable fear overtake him, in his entire life he only had this feeling a handful of times and in every one one of those cases there was something very dangerous which meant that there was indeed something horrible on this planet. "Something that can scare even me...Now that is indeed bad news. Whatever, I just have to deliver this case and help this Lake person out and get out before I get myself into an overdue grave." He calmed himself before proceeding into the already open gates and down into the depths of the facility by using a built in grappling hook and lowering himself.

Dropping onto the ground, Russian noticed two guards had already been taken care of. "And it so happens this is my first person break in. This should be interesting." He smiled before heading deeper into the facility to regroup with Lake.

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"It hasn't said a word since they picked him up."

"Really."

"Not even a grunt. Kinda creepy if you ask me. Have you seen it?"

"No."

Light burst into Vigil's vision as the black back was pulled off of his head. His eyes narrowed against the sudden change in brightness. There were three guards and a clerk in the small room with him, the clerk sat at a small table with a data screen up, behind him a window that offered the prisoner a view of what was intended to be his final destination, ever.

"So, no name?" the clerk rapped his fingers across the desk. "It's of little concern to us, nobody outside of this place will ever hear it again." The scrawny man input something into his data pad. Vigil simply stared out the window behind him. A woman was being lowered into the valley.

"You," everyone started as the unexpectedly soft voice spoke, "have greatly under estimated..." Vigil's expression didn't change, his eyes still focused on the figure through the window as his voice trailed off.

"Oh, have we? Let me guess, you think you're someone special, better than the system, above the law..." The clerks voice grew darker as he spoke. "Well this isn't the law. This is Facility 104. Do you think you can escape this place? Because we especially enjoy breaking parasites like you. You hold onto that arrogance, or hope, or what ever sad excuse you have to keep going, to keep trying, but know that we. Will. Break. You." The man came close to Vigil as he spoke the last words, carefully enunciating each as if he were savoring the very idea. Vigil's gaze never faltered, strait ahead as though he were staring though the gaunt face before him. The clerk was not put off, he had seen his share of characters, he was a little man, but he was harsh. "So you plan to cause us problems you little shit?"

The line of a mouth upon Vigil's shadowy face curled into the slightest smile. They didn't know that he could easily slip out of the shackles on his hands and feet, they didn't know that he was very much capable of walking out of the facility the same way he had been brought in. That he had intended all along to be brought to this valley.

"No."

The clerk smiled a self satisfied smile as he stood back up and walked back to his desk.

"But she does."

The others followed his gaze to witness the chain around Lakes wrists snap...




Darkness engulfed him as the bag was stuffed back over Vigil's head.

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The Clerk went to the window as the chain holding the woman just dropped into the valley snapped off her wrists, not even the shackles stayed on her arms! "The fuck is this bitch anyhow ? Whos got her papers ?" Another guard stepped up, the Clerk, a man named Kid grabbed it and started reading it over, it was a fake rapsheet but all the deaths were fully true. "Holy fuck, we got us a killer in our facility, lock us down, nothing gets in or out until we get this bitch in solo zones. Ya get me ?" Kid asked, at oine po9int he was a really mean gangster, but now he oversaw one of the meanest prisons in the galaxy, his men nodded."Good, now get the fuck going. Take him out of here with you!" Kid chucked the datapad on the desk and sat down. The last thing he wanted was a pure killer in his prison. The other guards took Vigil out, the woman was now the problem, not the little shit who was harmless.

Lake moved through the valley, it was a maze to be sure, Moving ever upwards she found herself neaer to the place she had gone down the hole and spotted her contact making his way down the rope, perfect!But out in the open wasn't worth it. "HEY" another prison resident spotted her and threw a rock, attempting to knock her off her perch. She caught he rock and chucked it like a baseball, a 138MPH fastball shot like a rocket and slammed into the inmate dead in the neck, breaking it, sending the guy to the ground stone dead.

"This place is insane!" Lake grumbled as she hopped off the rock, a hundred meters above ground, landing on another inmate, and instigating a sudden very deadly fistfight with six others who were either dead, dying, or fleeing or wounded before stalking off into the darkness of the valley's western edge.

Where the fuck was her contact. She rounded a corner and heard a footstep behind her, her feline sesnes in overdrive she wheeled around to take a swing at who was there, strike first talk later, that was her plan. But she halted when she saw it was her contact. Lowering her arm she spoke "You the contact"

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As Russian advanced through the facility, his mech suit soon picked up multiple contacts moving around and although he could not tell if they were either guards or prisoners he made a mental guess that the ones that could move fore then a few feet were guards. "Well looks like it's time to light this place up." He exclaimed as he turned the safety systems off and pulled out his mechs combat rifle from his back.

Running through the maze like prison and keeping a close eye on his sensors, but as he was nearing a corner he saw one lone dot and figured it was a guard who was guarding the corridor. Switching the saftey for his rifle off, he readied his rifle and quickly rounded the corner only to have a woman nearly punch his mech suit but stopped mid swing and lowered her arm when she took a look at him. He lowered his rifle in sesponse since if she was the enemy, she would have not stopped in mid swing and after she asked him if he was the contact he relized who she was. "Indeed I am, Lake. Names Russian, glad to work with you." He greeted her and opened the hatch to his mech suit and handed her the box that contained her equipment. "And I do believe this belongs to you."

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Vigil was less than ceremoniously herded down various hallways. Left turn, right turn, lift, stairs, left turn, lift. All under the darkness that the bag provided. It was some time before the bag came off. He was facing an open door into the prison proper, about ten feet above the ground. The guards began to shove him forward, but to there surprise he stepped out of the shackles around his feet as though they were loose rags, and stepped out into the open space before him, the bindings around his hands falling off as he did so. He fell strait down but just before he hit the ground it seems like gravity and time lost it's grip on him and instead of a ten foot fall it was as though he has taken a simple step through an open door.

There place was already alive, new prisoners usually resulted in a sudden rise in general activity, like dropping a piece of meat into a pit of wolves, everyone comes to see what the new meat has to offer. He saw the results of Lakes work in short order, and it seemed the previous new comer had put some inmates on edge. Others were itching to welcome a less lethal newcomer to the group, hoping to use the opportunity to perhaps save face after the woman had clearly humiliated them.

Two such inmates came out of the shadows, "What have we here Jimmy?" the first hissed. "Ook li somun git loss." Jimmy replied through clearly broken teeth. "Like dat cloth es git. Git, Aye tink aye wants it." Jimmy approached Vigil slowly, reaching out to touch what he though was a robe.

"You've seen enough killing for today friend." Vigil spoke softly as he brushed the mans bony hand away and began to walk away. The first man, Git, laughed. "Oh ho ho ave we now?" he stepped in front of Vigil, "You see, my friend here wants that cloak of yours, and if you think we've seen enough killin you might just hand it over, less the next killin done is yours."

Vigil paused, his face had been mostly covered by his cowl, which now slid down, or perhaps his head rose up as it seemed that he grew taller even as Git watched. The face revealed to him was blank, not emotionless, but empty, a dark sphere of nothing save two strange triangular eyes. Vigil's left arm rose, settling his gloved hand on the stuttering mans shoulder, and moved him to one side. "You do not change the balance of order here. There is no reason for you to die..."

He was cut off by Jimmy tackling him from behind, or attempting to. The robes shifted and moved as Vigil turned quickly under the man, causing him to fall hard against the ground. Git took the opportunity and revealed a crude shiv, but he was met with the flash of those strange triangular eyes. Where they had been indifferent before now they revealed just a flash of the danger that lurked beneath those robes.

Vigil's right arm rose, covered in folds of robe, until a strange almost glowing hand was just revealed. Git found himself suspended in space as energy coursed through his body for a moment, and then he was no more. The body dropped helplessly to the ground. Vigil's eyes returned to their indifferent expression and he turned his attention toward Jimmy, still lying on the ground, now wide eyed and backing away from this thing.

"...but there is also no reason for you to live. Be wiser than your friend..."

The man scrambled away on all fours and Vigil turned his attention back to what he had come for. The one called Lake was here, he had heard rumors of her, she was one who changed the balance of order in things. He felt sure that something was approaching, some small event in history. He wanted to find her before it occurred.

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Lake smiled thinly, Yep he was her contact. The nshe saw the lockbox and her eyes lit up like a christmas tree, or the headlights on a Mustang, either one. "Ah yes!" She founda nearby rock and set the lockbox on it, typing a series of codes until finally placing her hand on the box directly, it beeped softly and unlocked, she opened it.

All that Russian could see was what appeared to be the butt end of a large rifle, and possibly a few pistols or similar. Along with two disclike items edged in scarlet red. much like her own clothing.

Moving swiftly Lake lifted out the first thing visible, a truly massive rifle of a sort, racking what looked like a block of lead into the thing she racked the weapon and hooked it to where it belonged on her back. The next thing she pulled out looked to be a messed up crossbow. She then pulled out two pistols of a matte silver hue. Both of them packed a punch. Finally she she withdrew the two scarlet edged disclike things.

Snapping the discs to her left hand she closed the lockbox. As she did, a hammerspace portal opened, suckking it to the void where she could get it later when she needed it. At that exact moment she was ready for anything. She lifted one of the two discs and held it flat, a hologram appeared from it, "Alright, according to mission objectives I was to meet with you, then find a person named Vigil and break him or her, out of here. we are also to find and eliminate the overseers of this complex as well....."

A low droning noise reached her ears, like a zombie type of noise. But it felt, and smelled far wrose. It felt, to her at least, of pure evil, but it sounded, and smelled, like pure chaotic energies

Things just got worse as she connected with her discs. Multiple contacts from all directions.

"Fuck me sideways." Lake grumbled as she split the twin discs up and held one in each hand, activating both with a sudden "BZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzOP"

Things were about to go to hell in a handbasket

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As Lake was opening her lockbox, Russian sat back and closed the hatch of his mech suit and shouldered his mechs rifle. Being curious about the Lockboxes contents, he looked over her shoulder and noticed the butt of a rifle, a few pistols, and some strange disks coloured scarlet red. After lake had gathered the Lockboxes contents he took a better like at each of them, a large rifle, a weird crossbow, two silver pistols, and finally two strange disks. Russian whistled in fascination. "That is one interesting arsenal, it's not everyday you see someone use a crossbow." He commented as he shouldered his mechs rifle.

After waiting for Lake to finish arming up, he watched as she lifted the one of the disks and held it flat before watching as a hologram appeared on top of it and began to listen as Lake gave the mission briefing. The mission was simple, free a guy named Vigil and kill the overseers of the prison. However his mech suit suddenly picked up on some strange reading, however the readings were different from the massive energy readings from outside the facility, those readings were soon followed my multiple blips closing in on them. "Looks like the guards are coming right for us...or is it something else..." Russian started as he unshouldered his weapon and after pressing a button in his mech suit, a small opening on the shoulder of his mech opened up and dropped two small white balls which soon deployed and two figures that looked very familiar to astronauts were standing I place of the white balls, they were also armed with a strange looking weapon which had electricity surging from it. "Lucky for me...I always have a helping hand."

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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...

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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!

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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...

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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!

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"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."

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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.

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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!

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"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.

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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...

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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

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"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."