Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 6, 2009 20:42:50 GMT
Jacen saw the traitor aiming at Sergeant Manius and acted without hesitation. He would not let another sergeant die. He quickly drew his combat knife and drove it through the traitor's skull, killing it instantly. Jacen nodded at Agrippa and then took a position at the window of the building closest to the Administratum building. From his position he could see the entire road as well as a few traitors in the building next to him. Most of the traitors were still focused on the convoy, taking potshots at the PDF troopers who were cowering in their transports. Most of the traitors didn't know that the Astartes were here. Not yet at least. Knowing that the element would be surprise lost in moments, Jacen aimed his sniper rifle at the traitor outside of building 3 and the one on the left window of the Administratum building. He lined up the sniper scope with his helmet's optics, the electronic link instantly making two scopes into one, letting Jacen see with even greater clarity. He weighed all factors, wind, velocity, distance, and movement, and once he was finished with his calculations he mouthed a prayer to the Emperor and let of two shots towards both his targets. OOC: I know that i confirmed a kill myself, but i'm pretty sure that it was safe to say that guy was dead anyway,and I wanted to use my knife.
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Numerius Silvanus
Scout
Apothecary
The Fallen shall forever be remembered as the Emperor's finest
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Apr 6, 2009 21:36:43 GMT
Rushing ahead with Commander Zenodius and Delta Squad, Silvanus recognized their movements as a classic flanking procedure, and thus took careful aim to what was in front of him to make sure that they weren't going to get flanked by enemy troops later themselves.
Just then a rebel burst out of the north ground floor door and sprinted towards the ruined Hab blocks across the road to the North.
Apothecary Silvanus's keen eyes immediately spotted the rebel. With so much adrenaline rushing throughout his body, the event seemed to move in slow motion to Silvanus. He could intricately make out the markings of the rebel, what seemed to be local Imperial PDF equipment had been stripped to all but the bare basics. All of the rebel's clothing and equipment sported unholy symbols. Silvanus sincerely doubted that the rebel knew what the symbols meant. The rebel himself was of medium build with a grizzled look about him, but his eyes were still bright. A tell tale sign of a rookie at heart. But most critically of all, was that he wasn't wearing a helmet. His exposed ragged brown hair almost being a target marker for Silvanus.
Silvanus took careful aim with his bolt pistol, and simultaneously entered and crouching position in which to steady his aim.
It would be a difficult shot to pull off even for a Space Marine.
Squeezing the trigger ever so slightly, a significant crack rumbled from his hand, while a bolter bullet slowly exited the chamber in an explosion.
The Bullet soared across open ground moving ever so slightly to the right, in order to compensate for a moving target, until it contacted with something solid with an immediate thunk...
Slicing through the rebel's skull the bullet left a small trail of blood until it had reached the appropriate distance within the skull. What could be described next would be a brilliant light descending from what used to be the rebel's head. Lazy zig-zagged patterns of bright red blood gushed from the skull as small fragments of beige skull pieces flew about unhindered. Beyond that was, battered bits of brain tissue lining the back wall like freshly applied paint.
Silvanus had scored a clean hit, taking off the rebel's head with a single bolt pistol shell. The results obtained could never be acquired by a normal bullet, as each Bolter shell was essentially a miniature rocket, creating quite a mess upon impact.
As the life-less body struggled to stand, before collapsing in a heap of mangled limbs and a pool of blood, Silvanus opened up his com-channel and confirmed, "Target eliminated" to his brothers.
Afterwards he quickly swapped out for a fresh clip , and continued covering the commander by keeping an eye out for danger
Despite having a healing role within the Chapter, Silvanus was still as deadly as ever.
It seemed that missing morning's earlier target practice had been repaid to Apothecary Silvanus in full.
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Post by Roland Muleto on Apr 6, 2009 21:57:10 GMT
Crap ! Camillus' head still wasn't what it was before... For sure the rebel bastard on the roof just ate his share of sanctified lead but the surprise effect was gone. The road offered no cover until the truck and the corner would only hide him from building one and the administration center and left him exposed to the two remaining men on the roof of building two.
Well... It was best than nothing, and Roland jumped back to the relative safety, leaning against the wall. A sound decision it seems, as a rain of fire fell from the left. Small weapons weren't something to be feared by the mighty astartes, but stubber rounds were something else... if they were to find a weak point in his armor they could wreck an articulation or found an artery. Oh, he would live through this, he had already took a few of these, but it could cripple him and leave him on the touch-line for a few days. Definitely not something he wanted.
From here there was no possibility to take the stubber down, he didn't even know exactly where the guy was and on the other hand the rebel would have been blind not to see him.
"Sergeant Quintus, we need covering fire on the roof of building one. One hostile with a stubber."
Mere seconds after his call the voice of the scout's heavy bolter was answering staccato of the heretic's weapon. If he wasn't dead with this he was surely too busy saving his ass to bother shooting on them. But there still were at least two hostiles on the other side of the road. For the moment they were probably shocked by the sudden death of their comrade but if they were to pull themselves together and turn their guns on the three marines they could pin them down for the time being, delaying the assault on the administration and gaining time for the rebels to reorganize and counter the fourth's deployment.
He wouldn't let this happen.
They had to take the place, and the had to do it quickly, despite the heavy weapon that was defying them to cross the road. He had appointed himself leader of the trio, so it was his duty to correct the mistake made by his "subordinate." Roland switched his com to intra-squad frequency.
"Camillus, Achilles, I'm going in while the bastard is busy, cover me."
As his brothers began firing on the windows, forcing the rebels to lower their heads, he sprinted toward building two, rapidly checking the front for an entry point.
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Kraytirous Shalluat
Scout
Battle Brother
The Emperor's faith in us is strong, it is our duty to not let Him down.
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Post by Kraytirous Shalluat on Apr 6, 2009 23:07:16 GMT
Kraytirous' face was hardened like rock. His grip on the Heavy Bolter at his disposal's handle shifted, the leather grip stretching underneath the powerful grasp of the Astartes. His power armored bulk moved with a practiced stealth. The clouds above were starting to change in color, a shade of orange and purple washing over the previously cotton clouds. Kraytirous looked down at the clip that was currently attached to the ammo induction tube on the weapon in his hands. The small screen on it glowed with a bright green digit, depicting the weight of the ammunition within. His Astartes mind quickly made the math and deterred the amount of rounds within the clip. Enough to last the battle, he decided.
Kraytirous' mind perked when he heard the familiar crack of a bolter round going off. To his left was the white armored Apothecary. Not so fond memories of his return journey from his last mission as a scout, a short 15 years earlier, entered his mind.
Kraytirous helmeted gaze quickly went up to the suddenly animated men on top of the building before them. Adrenaline surged through his super-human body and he quickly rolled out of the way, keeping the heavy weapon to his chest to stop it from getting harmed. You are only as efficient as your weapon allows. A quick look over the ruined wall that he took for cover brought down a hail of las gun fire onto his cover.
A few moments later and Kraytirous brought the heavy bolter up onto the wall sideways, resting the flat part onto the bulk of the ruined wall. It was thin enough to allow him to tilt it upwards. His hand rested carefully on the trigger and his body was positioned to support the heavy weapon. "Emperor's speed, brothers." His voice was crisp as he spoke into his comm, knowing that his words would be carried easily through the comm system.
A reflexive squeeze of the trigger and release brought three heavy caliber shells flying at the men on the ceiling. Kraytirous waited a few moments before squeezing again, sending another spray of heavy bolter fire at the men. Each time his heavily muscled body clenched to catch the recoil.
OOC: Sorry about that... Misinterpreted the map.
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Post by Manius Agrippa on Apr 6, 2009 23:22:59 GMT
Sgt Agrippa turned from the target he had just slain just as the other Heretic tried to draw on him swinging around with his Lasrifle. Brother Cartern smashed through a partition and smashing his combat knife through the Traitors skull before he could react.
Manius nodded his thanks before turning to the window facing north into the street below and angling down he could see another traitor on the pavement out side building 3 spraying rounds from a basic looking Auto rifle towards the Loyal Guardsmen in the street.
His Bolter still selected on 3 round burst Sgt Agrippa sighted - a mere 20 meters - and fired a 3 round burst - quickly reacquiring before firing another into the unsuspecting wretch and then ducking back into cover.
OOC: Assuming that killed the target Agrippa will join Brother Cartern and start trying to punch rounds through the Admin building into the closest targets attempting to suppress and/or kill before storming it with the rest of Charlie fireteam.
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Post by Julius Quintus on Apr 6, 2009 23:47:28 GMT
Julius smashed his shoulder through the flimsy wooden door as stubber fire started to chew away at the brickwork around him. Behind him he heard Calpurnius open up with the heavy bolter in reply and the incoming fire slackened off immeadiately as the gunner took cover from the punishing explosive rounds.
Once he was safely out of the line of fire Julius glanced back outside too see the rest of the squad sheltering behind a low wall. He could hear commander Zenodius ordering him to clear the building ASAP. Julius flicked his bolter onto full auto and levelled it at the area that Calpurnius was suppressing and called his orders to the scouts.
"We've got to clear this building, break off and get inside I'll cover you."
So saying he began loosing rapid precise bursts into the position that the stubber fire was coming from giving his squad time to cross the street and take shelter in the building. Somewhere above them was another heretic who needed cleansing.
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Post by Demoades Achilles on Apr 7, 2009 1:38:32 GMT
((UUGGHH SORRY! Was busy! Pardon me if I mess up my post... >.< )) Demoades charged towards the building, bounding across the rubble-strewn ground. The plasma gun was heavy in his hands. He aimed his weapon out in front of him, staring down the sight as he came to the entrance with the rest of his battle brothers. "Brother Achilles at entry-point."
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Post by Marcus Camillus on Apr 7, 2009 6:20:07 GMT
OOC Yeah everyone thats what happens when you take the guy who got half his brain torn out by an Ork on a covert mission. ;D
Marcus saw the Blot shell impact the target, a perfect shot, blowing the mans head into pulp. Marcus grinned - this was real war, this was battle in the Emperors name, not skulking in forests on Armaggedon; though he would jump at any chance to return there, to have revenge on that Ork that had given him this injury.
Marcus saw the two surviving traitors on the roof scattering around, attempting to find a target. They had stopped firing on the convoy, perhaps giving it some respite. Marcus laughed loudly and stood out of cover pouring Bolter fire at the cowering humans.
They could not even come out of cover, for that would spell certain death and the sight of a towering, white skinned Astartes laughing at their plight must have been terrifying. Certainly they could not harm him and most certainly they would be completely fixated on him, allowing Roland to get in close unharmed. Marcus dived behind cover to reload, taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing the covering fire, although now from a much safer position - before any of the other traitors could mass their fire on him.
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Magnus Calpurnius
Veteran
Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Apr 7, 2009 15:22:42 GMT
"We've got to clear this building, break off and get inside I'll cover you." Sergeant Quintus yelled, right before he started firing off at the heretic, taking over for Magnus' heavy bolter fire.
"Of course sergeant." He said, the sergeant probably hadn't heard him, but it didn't really matter. Immediately he broke off his fire, and ran back across the street, a few stubber rounds hit the ground around him, but he was unharmed.
He didn't check if his squad had made it, instead he ran to the nearest corner, drew his pistol and started scanning the area for hostiles.
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Kraytirous Shalluat
Scout
Battle Brother
The Emperor's faith in us is strong, it is our duty to not let Him down.
Posts: 43
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Post by Kraytirous Shalluat on Apr 7, 2009 20:02:34 GMT
After getting a feel for the Heavy Bolter's recoil and noticing the effects the wind and atmospheric pressure were having on his weapon, Kraytirous stopped firing for a moment. Perhaps the fools would think that he had run out of ammunition, for anyone that left the Emperor's light could only be a fool. After three seconds passed he lifted the weapon from the wall and stepped out of cover. Hefting the enormous weapon to bear, Kraytirous clenched the handle tightly to steady his aim. He squeezed the trigger with all of his might, his superhuman muscles clenching to keep him from losing his balance due to the massive gun's recoil. Each bolt left the barrel of the gun with a loud crack-whoosh. It was almost like the sound of rolling thunder.
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Andrus Taranius
Brother
Scout Novice
"Minatur innocentibus qui parcit nocentibus"- He threatens the innocent who spares the guilty!
Posts: 59
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Post by Andrus Taranius on Apr 7, 2009 21:25:10 GMT
Andrus heard his sergeant's orders "We've got to clear this building, break off and get inside I'll cover you.", as the sergeant broke down the door Andrus had shouldered his sniper rifle and pulled out his knife, if it's a trap, he thought, we'll be finding it out real soon, when the emperor comes to congratulate on our stupidity; but risks had to be taken, he knew. The door was open and and Calpurnius was using his heavy bolter to clear any opposition from the doors. His sarge ordered the advance, Andrus ran forwards, relying on covering fire from his squad mates, he moved as only a superhuman could, within seconds he was inside, he rolled to the right in the hopes of avoiding any direct fire, he knew he'd been too vulnerable in the opening, so he looked around registering the layout of the room in seconds.
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Post by Deliverance on Apr 7, 2009 21:38:46 GMT
GM
The traitor disintegrated under the two bursts from Brother Sergeant Manius Agrippa. Building 3 and the roadside pavement were now clear. The two marines turned their attention East and proceeded to fire on targets in the administration building. Dust and smoke filled the air as the two exchanged fire with the enemies in the old stone administration building. The rebels on the second story and roof of the West wing of the admin building were being cautious, only leaning out to fire off quick shots. Lasbolts and autogun rounds peppered the walls of building 3, kicking up rockcrete dust and dirt. The rebels were heavily entrenched, with the sturdy stone walls of the government building offering substantial penetration protection from the otherwise deadly bolter rounds. Unless the shooters were lucky an assault would be the only option to eliminate the heretics and traitors embedded in both wings of the building.
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The ganger with the stubber had wet himself. In his world he had been among the bullies and brutes. It had been a picnic picking off the unprepared guardsmen from his high vantage point. Realization had hit, these were no arbites, and the enemies that had opened up on him from the south east had been wearing power armour. In the past the elders had talked of the Emperor’s angels, clad in their huge armour, walking as giants among men. Nearly a century ago angels much like them, these ones red and yellow bearing the raven as their symbol, had landed to destroy the orks that had threatened their home. Now not one but two heavy bolters had opened up on his position, quickly chewing away the small lip on the edge of the roof that provided his cover. Then they stopped as one, as if by a miracle. Perhaps theirs was the true way of the Emperor after all, like the warlord and priest had said.
With a roar of defiance he grabbed his stubber and stook turning the weapon on the doorway and squeezing the trigger. Only a few rounds landed near their intended location before a bolter round entered his left torso. The round ripped through his body and exploded from his back. The ganger slumped to the floor his vision blurring. The last thing he felt as darkness closed was the warm wet feeling of his own lifeblood. The Emperor had turned his gaze away. The bolter round from Julius Quintus had been deadly accurate.
Just then the heavy bolter from Brother Shalluat opened up from down the street, answering the call of Brother Camillus’ bolter. Rounds from the Heavy Bolter chipped at the stonework of the East wing of the Administration building. Little did Brother Camillus know that the two rebels from the rooftop of building 2 had ran, one already falling prey to the apothecaries deadly accuracy. The heavy bolter was answered by a hail of lasbolts that flew wide of the advancing marines.
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Scout Novice Calpurnius was on point with Sergeant Quintus providing cover fire for the remaining scouts. Brother Muleto was the next to breach the door, passing the scoutmaster at the door closely followed by Brother Achilles with the squad’s plasma gun. Finally scout Taranius rolled through the door opening coming up in a crouch to the right of the breach.
They were met by the last remaining rebel from building 2. The man stopped in shock on the stairs, grenade in hand. With panicked fingers he quickly pulled the pin from the frag grenade and made to throw the grenade at the assortment of space marines near the door.
(OOC: he has not thrown the grenade yet, the kill goes to the first person who wants it out of Calpurnius, Muleto, Taranius or Achilles)
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Delta fireteam of the tactical squad raced across the tarmac, following the Force Commander and Apothecary as they made their way across the road into the ruined Hab block. The one occupant, a mutant of sorted sporting a shotgun pumped shot after shot at the advancing marines. At range the buckshot rounds pinged harmlessly off those marines who were unfortunate enough to be hit by the pellets.
(Delta fireteam and command squad proceed into the ruined Hab block south of building 4 and start clearing the buildings)
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Andrus Taranius
Brother
Scout Novice
"Minatur innocentibus qui parcit nocentibus"- He threatens the innocent who spares the guilty!
Posts: 59
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Post by Andrus Taranius on Apr 7, 2009 21:48:21 GMT
Andrus saw the rebel pull the pin and decided, he had seen to many of his comrades die before, he leaped towards the stairs, covering the ground in seonds his knife ready to strike. The stairs were easily traversed and his knife quickly sliced between the ribs of the rebel piercing his heart, the rebel only smiled knowing he would take the scout with him. Andrus pushed the knife deeper, seeing the light of life leaving the smiling rebels eyes, all nervousness gone in knowing his fate, Andrus pushed back knowing the grenade could go off any second, he rolled down the stairs hoping to avoid the blast which could take him out
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 7, 2009 21:51:30 GMT
OOC:I hate to be a pain, but it seems that my kills are always ignored.....i have fired so im assuming that my two targets are dead.
Jacen turned slightly and oriented his bolter towards the lower floor of the Administratum building.
As he looked down, Jacen could see a through the lower window and into the bottom floor of the building. Thats when he saw him. A rebel with what looked like an RPG.
Jacen knew he had no time to waste. He aimed his Bolter at the RPG traitor and once his sights were on the man's chest, he let out two shots, praying to the emperor that he did not miss. If he did either he or many guardsmen would die.
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Magnus Calpurnius
Veteran
Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
Posts: 140
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Apr 7, 2009 22:27:38 GMT
Barely a second behind Taranius, Magnus ran up the stairs. Taranius had killed the rebel already, but he had done nothing about the grenade! Grabbing the traitors hand, Magnus just pulled. Ignoring the spray of arterial blood as the rebels hand came apart from his arm, grenade still in it, Magnus ran back to the doorway, his superhuman physiology allowing him to cover the distance in moments. He knew he didn't have long until the grenade went off, so he just threw it, hand and all, out the door. It was barely out of the door when it went off, but they were all alive, and that's what matters. "By the Emporer Andrus, they have a timer, use that to your advantage next time." He said, joking slightly with the other scout and playfully elbowing him in the side. Of course he probably didn't even feel it through his armour. (OOC: Yeah I know we're supposed to avoud unnecessary heroics, but we're marines, that's what we do Besides, I figure it's better than Taranius getting himself killed )
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