Warhammer 40.000: Tip of the Veil (IC)

Rebornneo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rebornneo** on Wed Feb 25, 2009 11:43 am

Linkage! http://www.roleplaygateway.com/post503419.html#p503419
(I'll edit this post soon)

On a large world, mostly charted but some parts ignored by it's imperium inhabitors, a Necron lord awakens to find himself alone in a stasis crypt. All of his warriors, every last one has dissapeared. Having the luck to be one of the few lords who was granted the gift of his full mental capability after entering his new metal body, his curiosity takes the better of him and he scours the planet's surface for any trace of an attack. He soon finds himself walking into the ruins of what appears to be an underground structure, slightly resembling a tomb, but somehow feeling much darker... and much... more alive... Hours later he finds himself at the lowest point of the structure, and he finds an ancient inscription. After the few seconds it takes him to read the symbols, warp energy flashes through the room, and, his mind touched he suddenly understands the cryptic message of the symbols he decyphered... It is a warning...

Ottoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ottoman** on Sun Mar 01, 2009 4:51 pm

After their quasi-victory on IV Qaros, the 14th Regulan was sent to Gerad for replacements. After replenishing their numbers, the 14th was almost ready to redeploy, when the resident PDF went rouge, attacking most IG units stationed planetside. Considered a small threat, which, all PDF forces really are anyway, the Guard got cocky, and, turns out that the PDF wasn't alone. Simply put, Chaos was at work. With Heretics and, perhaps, even a few Chaos Marines in the fray, many Guardsmen died due to carelessness, and Otto was one that came close. Leading his squad through a derelict factory, they were ambushed by a mix of rouge PDF and cultists, and were quickly overwhelmed. Otto, urging his men to hold the line, was swept into the chaos ranks as his men retreated, and he was eventually knocked over, and then rendered unconscious. He came to some hours later, alone, among several bodies, and he could hear fire off in the distance... He knew not where the lines were now, but he had to try to get back. Quickly he picked up his lasrifle, which lay not too far from him, and started walking back the way he had came in, and out into the street, where it was somewhat quiet, and after trudging down the street, he came to an intersection, where, the way was blocked with rubble to the west, and to the north, the way he needed to go, was a warzone, so, spotting an entrance to the nearby sewers, he climbed in, and began his walk back to his lines, little did he know that he wouldn't get there for some time...

Rebornneo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rebornneo** on Mon Mar 02, 2009 2:34 pm

Almost an entire day had passed when the tall metal construct known as a Necron Lord emerged from the tombs he had entered. Somehow relieved that he had passed through this peacefully, he looked at the faintly glowing green orb in his hand. The power of that orb could 'resurrect' his kind, using it's energies to mold the metal bodies back into their intended shapes. Yet somehow, it also seemed to have a will of it's own, some form of consciousness that the Necron was curious about. Gripping his warscythe, the fiersome weapon that could fell the mightiest of enemy war-machinations, and the ressurection orb tightly, he headed off in the direction of the equator of the planet.

He soon saw a city grow larger on the horizon as he drew closer, and eventually managed to distinguish flashes, and the whipping sound of some energy discharge unknown to him. He held at his place for a moment, the energy rod in his warscythe glowing impatiently, before he decided to head towards the city. Arriving after a short while, he saw the bodies of humans, clad in armors of different colors and simbols. Noticing that one of the creatures still lived and was staring at him, it's shaking hands holding a weapon of some kind, he stepped towards it, and was surprised when a laser bolt discharged from the weapon and bounced off his armor harmlessly. Angered by this sudden act of agression, he cut the human clean in two before heading on into the city, towards the sound of gunfire and shouts.

As he drew closer, he met some more of the humans, but these were almost twice as large and wore thick armor and heavier weapons. As the first of their rounds glanced of his shoulder, he knew a direct hit would probably damage him and quickly fired the built-in gauss blaster from his warscythe, molecularising the chaos space marine with the biggest weapon before charging at the other two. The first one went down with three quick dashes of his weapon, while the third drew a faintly humming sword. The Lord's weapon was parried to the side and a piece of his metal body was sheared off cleanly, causing him to stagger. The traitor marine was shocked to see the piece of metal fitting itself back into place hurriedly, and was unable to dodge the avenging blow of the warscythe. Hearing more heavy footsteps thunder his way, the Necron decided to hide, and relocate himself to a different part of this city, to find someone who might be reasoned with. For this purpose he jumped into a hole, smashed into the ground by an unknown impact, and started walking slowly in the direction of the heavy fighting.

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:07 am

Dmitri's chainsword cut through the thin rags that the heretic wore like it was tissue paper. His laspistol let out a single shot, as well, that took another near heretic in the head. The inquisitor rained death upon the soldiers, spitting on dead bodies while adding to the rapidly growing piles. Heresy was what he had sworn to protect people against, and, under the watchful eye of the almighty Emperor, he would do just that.

He had been sent to Gerad to weed out supposed heretics in the area, but he had been unable to discern a person with the characteristics and attitude of one who has turned to Chaos. Not until that day, however, when the PDF went awol and attacked the Imperial Guard soldiers that were stationed there on Gerad.

Aided by the heretics, the PDF and Chaos Space Marines had gained an advantage over the area. They had had the element of surprise on their side and had employed it expertly. They had forced the Guardsmen and the Inquisitor into a corner, but the battle seemed to be subsiding. The sound of lasrifles and the stench of burning flesh began to dim, and the Inquisitor knew that his services there were no longer required. Gathering up a few standard fragmentation grenades and a nearby bolter rifle, the Inquistor headed for the door.

One Guardsman asked him where he was going, and the Inquisitor merely laughed and said, "I am off to purge this city of heresy." The man meant it.

Ottoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ottoman** on Tue Mar 03, 2009 10:04 pm

The only sound that could be heard in the tunnel was the slight splashing and swishing of his boots in the watery muck, and the smell was overbearing. Otto was struggling to not breath through his nose, for if he did he'd lose the rations he had eaten this morning. He trudged on, holding his lasgun at the ready, flashlight on, he didn't expect anything in the tunnel, but then again, the 14th hadn't expected the PDF to have gone heretic, and he didn't like to take a chance. The tunnel itself was nothing special, large enough to fit a Salamander in, though the thing was pitch black. The heretics in the city above seemed to had flushed Emperor-knows-what into the place. Otto checked his Chronometer again, not realizing that it was broken, smashed as he was knocked over by the heretic wave, and at the thought of this he seethed with anger. His men, fleeing in terror, the cowards. He should shoot everyone of them himself, if he ever saw them again. Otto's face was contorted in a mix of disgust, and frustration, not helped by the constant schhleurp-schhleurp his boots made in the filth. He had just finished sighing when he thought he had heard what sounded like something else in the tunnel, and he froze. Waiting for a few seconds, and as he was about to start again, he heard it again, up ahead of him, in regular intervals, someone, or something was coming towards him, and Otto raised his lasgun, and asked, his voice tense with apprehension,

"Identify yourself."

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Tue Mar 03, 2009 10:34 pm

"I thought I had heard something down here." Inquisitor Mayson said, lowering the laspistol that he still favored over the heavier bolter rifle that he had picked up. The Inquisitor had heard the man's footsteps echoing off of the metal walls of the pipe, and his hopes and prayers were met with a friendly face. Hopefully, he was friendly; Mayson had had his fair share of unpleasant people that day. That really wasn't what he had expected when he had agreed to come to Gerad.

Keeping his face cool and calm, the Inquisitor approached the young Guardsman and flashed his Inquisitor's symbol. That was the main form of identification that Inquisitor's carried, besides their ceramite armor and standard issue laspistol.

Smiling, he extended his hand in a greeting. He wasn't going to be rude to the man, which was quite unlike Inquisitor's, who thought themselves above the law; this man was his only comrade, at the moment. They would have to stick together to survive, now. If they split up, they would be found and slaughtered. That wasn't exactly on the job description.

"I am Inquisitor Dmitri Mayson. I will be accompanying you from this point on." Mayson told the man, the smile vanishing when he told him about their partnership.

Rebornneo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rebornneo** on Wed Mar 04, 2009 11:04 am

He had heard voices up ahead in the dark tunnels, and he willed his weapon and his tool to surpress their soul-energies which caused them to glow an unearthly green. Sure that he would at least not be seen, he turned his legs into a careful mechanical stride, causing barely any sound from splashing water, while the water dampened the sounds of his metal feet on the giant tube he was moving through.

As he moved closer he could discern the voices. 'Humans!' He was surprised to hear the voices of what sounded like regular humans, like the masses of corpses in the streets. He was surprised that some of them had survived. 'There is barely reasoning with these dull-witted creatures, but I will have to, they are the only option.'

He caught a whisp of the conversation. "I will be accompanying you from this point on". 'Hmmm, they must have just met, and both of them are probably here to hide or flee.' secretly he was content with his situation, being so close to the voices he could now see them, while he was in a still darker part of the sewage tunnel. He would have grinned to himself if he could. I can tell they are weak, but they'll have to do.

While staying in the darkness, he calmed his will towards the weapon in his right hand and the ressurection orb in his left. They slowly started to regain their ominous glow. Knowing humans to be very xenophobis and hostile, he made sure to activate his phase shifter. It being a tool he could only use once in a long while, it protected him almost perfectly by shifting his molecular structure so, that no solid matter could affect him unless he willed it.

Slowly he stepped towards the humans, his warscythe pointed downward to indicate he did not plan on hostility, but gripped firmly nontheless in case the humans would not tolerate his proximity to them. Preparing the audio-emitting device in his metallic mask, he stopped just inside the range of the nearest light, only a few metres away from the guardsman. His metallic, dark, menacing voice suddenly crackled across the silence. "Greetings, humans." He then awaited their first reply.

Target · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Target** on Wed Mar 04, 2009 3:23 pm

"THERE IS ONLY THE EMPEROR! AND WE ARE BUT SWORDS IN HIS HAND!"

The traditional battle cry is heard in the thick of a fight. The Chaos Cultists were felled by his sword, and a vanquished traitor Marine at his feet, Arturios screamed in rage at his fallen members of the recruiting party. The traitor had attacked from behind like the coward he was, and felled the two brothers, barely out of the Scout company, before Arturios could react. He had returned punishment to the foul chaos warrior in turn, but he flew into a rage and slaughtered Traitor PDF forces like a Hurricane had fallen on them all. Only after he wiped the blood of the final cultist from his sword, could he stop and think. While not an apothecary, He carried the holsters for Progenoids, and, with reverence, he removed his Brothers' progenoid, so they would live on in others. Before he stood to his full height, he took his sword and, with a whispered "May you serve your brothers even in death," he cut the right hands off the brothers, and placed them at his belt as a grim reminder.

Over his Vox Radio, he called out on Imperial Frequencies "This is Veteran Brother Arturios Cannelos. If a human requires assistance, I will be there. if a traitor hears this, May you fall before my blade reaches you if you wish for mercy." With that, Arturios wandered into the depths of the city, ready to fight on, approaching a group of what appeared as a small group of human life signs, two of them, to render assistance or rend them asunder.

The Brat · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Brat** on Wed Mar 04, 2009 6:30 pm

Lorathansil was passing unoticed through the mon-keighs city, wishing not to get involved with their skirmishes in the streets. His mission was far too important to get involved in the outcome of a battle which, in the long term, was quite unimportant. Casualties appeared to be quite heavy on both sides to the point that he began to doubt whether he would see another living thing at all. However soon he managed to pick up the signs of others, such as footprints and the mutilation of corpses. Then just in sign he spotted signs of movement further on, one of the mon-keighs elite troops, a space marine, heading towards some sewers.

He raised the scope of his rifle to his eye and observed each of the small group in turn, so as to inform his next actions. The space marine‘s armour was stained with the blood of fresh kills, clearly very dangerous. The people he was approaching also appeared to be mon-keigh, possibly high-ranking important ones. There was final figure that appeared be very heavily armoured and taller than the rest but the tunnel was far too dimly lit to be able to make out anything about him. For a second Lorathansil considered shooting at them but had second thoughts about it, he had no idea how prominent their roles in the upcoming events would be. For now he will continue to observe them in silence. He secured his camo-cloak and moved to a position where he could hear what they were discussing.

Ottoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ottoman** on Thu Mar 05, 2009 7:08 pm

Otto sighed in relief as he heard a voice, a human one, untwisted by the chaotic energies of the Warp, and lowered his lasrifle, slinging it over his shoulder. His relief was short lived, however, as the man flashed an insignia, which bore upon it the mark of the Ordos Xenos, and Otto's eyes went wide with fear. The man standing before him wasn't a heretic, but he could still kill Otto. The Inquisitor offered his hand, and Otto took it quickly, shaking it in a firm handshake, and as the Inquisitor finished informing him of the situation, and the Inquisitor took on a more serious look, Otto then quickly stammered out,

"O-of course, Inquisitor, whatever you say, sir."

The Inquisitor, who had introduced himself as Dmitri Mayson, might probably kill him, for Desertion, or even Cowardice, perhaps Heresy, for abandoning his post... But that would have to wait, for at that moment, another voice, a low, deep, and almost artificial voice called out from the darkness, putting Otto off of whatever nerve he had left,

"Greetings, Humans."

Otto quickly readied his lasrifle, shouldering it in the direction of the voice, where an eerie green light originated, and asked in almost a whisper,

"Inquisitor?"

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:05 pm

The chainsaw blades began to whir as Inquisitor Mayson pressed his thumb to the activation rune. Turning quickly, he pointed the whirring sword at the metallic being that they shared the sewage tunnel with. A grim look crossed his face as he recognized what the creature was. It wasn't everyday that you got to stare into the face of pure evil, even in the world of Inquisition.

The Necron Lord, his metallic body illuminated by the glowing orb and glowing weapon in his hands, stood before them, offering a greeting. The creature's body was shifting, split apart into millions of little molecules that allowed the creature temporary invincibility, and the sight was unnerving to Mayson. It wasn't that he was scared of a conflict with the Necron; he was just afraid of fighting an enemy that couldn't be killed.

Recovering quickly from the shock of meeting the creature, the Inquisitor deactivated the sword and lowered the weapon. He knew there was no point to be afraid; the Necron was obviously attempting some sort of civility. In the uncertain times that had come with the arrival of the battle, there was no way the Inquisitor was going to turn away another ally, regardless of the creature's race.

"Hello, Necron." Mayson said, speaking carefully. "I am Inquisitor Dmitri Mayson of the Ordos Xenos. Are you here to help us, or are you just allowing us a warning before you send us to the next life?"

Rebornneo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rebornneo** on Fri Mar 06, 2009 1:00 pm

Amused at the reactions he sollicited from the humans, he let out a small laugh. He noticed they were scared, at least startled, by his appearance and found some fullfillment in that fact, despite his intentions. He was, though, surprised at the speed of the human with the lasrifle in his hands, and it almost forced a reaction from him. He withheld himself, for he knew his movements might be misinterpreted, leaving him to search for new intelligent life that could be reasoned with.

Turning his focus to the other one, the man in the black ceramite armor that came towards him challengingly with the chainsword. He decided to stare at the man, unmoving, knowing that he could not be harmed, until the man put away his weapon. Watching the Inquisitor look him over, he was satisfied with their realisation of not being able to strike him down. He was not, however prepared to the following.

The human seemed to relax slightly, even in his closeness to the dark, shifting form of the Necron Lord in front of him. 'This one must be well-trained.' he thought. The human then spoke a word of greeting, and the name they had for his race. Listening to his introduction, he was surprised at hearing 'Inquisitor'. Then the man asked his question: "Are you here to help us, or are you just allowing us a warning before you send us into the next life?"

He laughed darkly. "If I wanted you dead, you would already be turned to atoms before you realised your friend here had undergone the same fate! My race has not the slightest sympathy for your kind... usually. I am not here to help you either, I am here to sollicit your help. Realise that if you will not assist me, there will be no use for me in keeping you alive." He turned his stare towards the guardsman. "And it seems that you have decision over more than just your two lives...". "If you do not help me, there will be no aliens for you to investigate and destroy Inquisitor, and there will be no imperium to do so. I know you have knowledge of how the gods of chaos exist in the warp. In truth, the warp is mu-" He suddenly turned his head to look a bit beyond the two humans, thinking he caught a glimpse of movement off in the distance, before turning his head once more, looking slightly up, listening. "I hear heavy footsteps closing... Prepare..." He then gripped his warscythe tightly, raising it to battle-readyness as he brings the orb in his other hand close to the symbol on his chest.

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Sat Mar 07, 2009 3:51 pm

Inquisitor Mayson eyed the robotic creature suspiciously for a few moments, deciding that it wouldn't have tensed and raised its weapon if the being down the tunnel from them was an ally. Turning slowly, the Inquisitor stuck the chainsword in the sheath on his back, then pulled the laspistol from the holster on his belt. He would rather have fought the creature hand-to-hand, but the tight quarters of the tunnel didn't allow much room to hack, and for that the Inquisitor was sorry.

Knowing full well that the being could be a member of the Imperial Guard, the Inquisitor called out a warning to it before deciding on any type of action. "Make yourself known! We have heard you, and your life will be ended quickly if you do not identify yourself as a follower of the almighty Emperor this instant!"

Mayson waited a moment for a reply, wondering what this new being would prove to be. Would it prove to be a valuable asset, a blessed child of the Emperor? Or would it be another of the heretical chaos worshippers that had shown themselves in the last few hours? The Inquisitor hoped to the gods that it was the first of the two, but he would take whatever it was head-on. Suddenly, an idea hit him. He could SEE what this new thing was!

Firing a shot down the tunnel, the Inquisitor wasn't surprised to see that he had missed the thing coming towards them. The thing coming at them was a hulking person wrapped in a suit of ceramite armor, not unlike that of his own. It was one of the Emperor's Space Marines, and he welcomed that sight. But his face paled, suddenly, when he noticed that the beam had revealed more than just the Marine. The scream of a dying heretic could be heard echoing around the metallic tunnel.

Further down the tunnel, a swarm of heretic soldiers stormed forward towards the Marine and the trio.

Ottoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ottoman** on Sat Mar 07, 2009 10:29 pm

Otto relaxed as the Inquisitor lowered his weapons, but still was on edge, it could be, after all, a test to see if he was faithful... So Otto listened as the machines explained itself, and took what it said with a grain of salt. With talk of gods of Chaos and the Warp, Otto was both wary and uncomfortable, but as long as the Inquisitor was comfortable, so was he. Then, with the machine speaking of hearing something, and the Inquisitor's shot from his laspistol, he saw it. A champion of Humanity, a Space Marine of the Adeptus Astartes. He was awestruck, until the shrill shriek of a cultist from beyond the Space Marine, and his lasrifle was at the ready, and he waited for the Space Marine to pass, so he could cleanse the sewers of Chaos.

The Brat · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Brat** on Sun Mar 08, 2009 11:51 am

Getting close enough to hear the two mon-keigh's conversation without being detected was a simple task. The acoustics of the tunnel even helped him as it carried the sound of their voices somewhat. The conversation was quite tense in tone, with elements of fear and suspicious present. The mon-keigh adorned in red and black appeared intimidate his companion and appeared to be of immense rank. The third figure, the heavily armoured figure was even more mysterious. A touch of fear effected Lorathansil when the conversation revealed the third figures true nature.

He was no mere mon-keig loping about in a metal suit.

He was a necron.

Lorathansil had really only heard of this creatures in hushed whispers during his travels and had long dismissed them as the product of the mon-keigh's hyperactive imagination. Surely something as evil as they, and apparently unkillable, could possibly exist? And yet here were two mon-keigh, notoriously suspicious of any of what they call 'Xenos', apparently talking with him as if it was the most natural thing in the world? Where they perhaps plotting to betray their own kind to these soulless monsters? Or something worse? Perhaps they were plotting the catastrophe that the farseers wanted him to stop? He quickly raised his scope to take aim upon them, but to his shock the mon-keigh in red and black was already firing at something else

Lorathansil quickly realised what the intended target was, a swarm of the chaos-worshippers, off in the distance preparing to attack. Apparently the city was not as as deserted as he had initially though. He silently cursed himself for not realising this before hand and began to take aim at the chaos-worshippers, picking as many as he could. He knew that this would give his position away but he needed to pas through this tunnel. If they had a problem with his presence here then he would resolve that soon enough.

Rebornneo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rebornneo** on Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:27 pm

Only seconds after he had raised his weapon, the Inquisitor before him had turned and shot down the tunnel. As the bolt's red light illuminated the tunnel softly, he was surprised to see a space marine, one untainted by the warp, coming their way, his presence alost threatening... 'Almost...' Then the dying screams of a human could be heard even further down the tunnel, as a chaos-worshipper sank dying to the ground. He caught a glimpse of movement in the red light the laspistol gave off, and the red bolts were accompanied by more shots, as the large group of humans headed towards them died with twice the rate as the inquisitor was shooting.

Taking a quick glance at the form that had hidden itself skillfully from their vision, he recognised it as one of the race that had sworn the Necron's total destruction. He paused for a moment, ignoring the chaos-tainted coming their war, and contemplated killing one of his sworn enemies. 'No! He might be here to help... Their farseers would know... And they would never send out a single one of their race without a special mission...'

He slowly marched past the inquisitor, the gauss weapon that was built into his warscythe flashing bright with every release of energy that disassembled the bodies of his enemies molecule by molecule, before sucking them up into the weapon for use as more energy. As he passed the Inquisitor and the guardsman, he spoke. "We have more company..." and then, with a voice of disgust, he added "...Eldar...".

As the flashes of energy weapons started lighting up the tunnel, he made sure to avoid the space marine, who he did not want to anger unnescesarily. At one point passing across the pathfinder's line of sight, he turned to stare at him for a few moments before continuing his pace towards the enemies.

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Sun Mar 08, 2009 8:50 pm

Eldar, one of the mysterious alien races that occupied the galaxy, were notorious for being stealthy and killing from the shadows. The Pathfinders were, at least, their rifles made of a higher technology than that of the Imperium. Inquisitor Mayson took note of the alien, pondering turning his pistol on it. He realized that they would've been dead already, had the creature wanted to kill them, but it was helping them instead. That wasn't normal...

Still, he couldn't help but be thankful for the alien's help. The Eldar could be difficult, belligerent and mysterious at times, but their understanding and mastery of the Warp could certainly prove useful in the future. Smiling to himself, and still imagining putting the alien to question, the Inquisitor fired his laspistol down the hallway.

Target · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Target** on Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:39 pm

Arturios had approached the tunnel with caution, and had been keenly aware of the cultists as they followed him,. Attempting to lead them to a location where he could fight back-to-wall so no others would try and catch his rear, he had, in a rare lapse of judgment, not accounted for the speed advantage the Cultists had on him, unencumbered by Ceremite Power Armor. He saw the flash of a laspistol, and heard the scream of a heretic. He spun on his heel, his Gold-plated Bolt pistol at the ready, and the muzzle flash lighting the faces of cultists as he fired. He slowly backed up as he fired, allowing figures to pass. Within an instant, he took full note of the situation. A Necron, an Eldar 'Filthy Xenos Scum! both fired and fought against the cultists, and, as he took a further step back, an Inquisitor and a Guardsman, both firing into the fray. Arturios shook his confusion off.

'A member of the Inquisition? Here? And he has yet to fell this Xenos scum?' Arturios shook his head. He had never tried to understand nor questioned the Inquisition, and he knew that his Chapter; despite their long history of cooperation with the inquisition, and a record of submission of Brothers to the Deathwatch rivaling those of there Ultramarines, Crimson and Imperial Fists; would not, with their more unorthodox beliefs, stand the rigors of a full Inquisition without penance. He decided to follow the Inquisitor's lead for now.

"Inquisitor, I follow your Command as a representative of The Adeptus Astartes." Arturios sent a burst over the external Vox so all present heard, and switched to his Bolter, firing into the fray.

And if I should hit and kill either of the Xenos in the line of my Duty, such is the will of the Emperor.

Enigma121 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Enigma121** on Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:59 pm

"Brother Arturios, I assume you were aware you were being followed down this tunnel?" Inquisitor Mayson asked him, annoyed that the Space Marine hadn't laid into the heretics while he had had the chance. Now, they were forced to battle them in a small tunnel, which wasn't really the optimal area to be fighting a battle. Growling with rage, the Inquisitor motioned for his strange group of comrades to follow him further down the tunnel.

"I entered this tunnel not fifty yards back. We must hurry if we are to survive this flight!" With that, the Inquisitor grabbed the shoulder of the Guardsman and the ceramite should-pad of the Space Marine and began to run back the way he had come. Whether the xenos lived or died was of little concern to him; it wasn't his job to watch out for aliens, much the opposite, in fact.

After running for a few moments, the party reached a service hatch, which the Inquisitor wasted no time opening. He pushed Otto threw, then motioned for Arturios to follow him. The hatch led into the same warehouse in which the Inquisitor had first fought against the Chaos-worshipping heretics.

Target · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Target** on Wed Mar 11, 2009 2:42 am

"My apologies Inquisitor. I miscalculated the situation. I shall not do so again." Arturios fired his bolter non-stop, hearing each shot as a prayer top the Emperor, each clang of a spent casing touching the ground as praise to his name. As he followed the Inquisitor to the hatch and the warehouse, he placed his bolter again at the small of his back and, making sure that all of the Humans were safe from the blast, pulled a frag grenade and krak grenade from his belt, primed them both, and threw them into the tunnel behind him, hoping that ALL of his problems would be caught in their blast.

He readied his Power Sword and Bolt Pistol in anticipation of the upcoming fight, and issued a small nod to the Guardsman and Inquisitor. "Remember, brothers who stand with me in battle, There is no Death in service to the Emperor, only Glory," Arturios read the final lines from his Prayer Flag over his right shoulder pad - and the Crux Terminatus indicative of his position as a Veteran that rested there.

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