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 17, 2009 22:51:02 GMT
Smoke and dust rose up to greet the Marine's stoic form, his arms carefully flexing to keep the recoil from offsetting his balance and aim. After a few moment's Kraytirous stopped firing the massive weapon and went back into cover. The order's of the commander sounded in his ears as if the commander had been standing two feet away from him. Kraytirous looked through the door at a particular angle, allowing him to see the north wall of the ruins. He could see that near the center it was collapsed, but he could not see the rebels hiding within. Doctrine dictated grenades be used before assault, so Kraytirous complied. Who was he to question a Primarch?
Kraytirous pressed the little tab near the ammo feed of his enormous gun and the ammo feed closed off before disconnecting from the heavy bolter. He lowered the gun and slid his combat knife out of its sheath, bringing a frag grenade to bear in his other hand. Kraytirous looked over to Amores and spoke into the short range comm. "You heard the Commander. Lets do this by the book." The book was the Codex Astartes, of course. Kraytirous quickly ran the process through his head. Prime the grenade, start counting to six, throw it at three, run in at six. His thumb slid over the smooth grenade's surface, finding the tab to prime it. A quick nod in Amores' direction and Kraytirous pressed down on it.
One Emperor... Kraytirous took a deep breath. Two Emperor... Sweat began to form on his brow within the helmet despite its conditioning. Three Emperor. Kraytirous arm flexed as he threw the grenade in an underhand chuck, blindly hurling it into what he hoped was the middle of the room. Four Emperor... Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he prepared himself for the imminent assault. Five Emperor... Kraytirous' grip on his combat knife shifted slightly, his heavy gauntlet's grip powerful enough to disallow the weapon from leaving his grasp easily. Six! Kraytirous' ears were greeted by the sound of an explosion, his visor met by smoke and his armor pebbled with debris. The massive Space Marine was already through the doorway milliseconds before the explosion.
OOC: Sorry, Amores, but as per the GM rules, no auto kills. I'm ignoring your kill... (nothing personal)
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 17, 2009 23:10:49 GMT
Jacen resheathed his blade after killing the Heretic. The traitor had let out a scream before he died, and he was sure that he would be talked to after the operation. It was the same as always.
Jacen closed his hand into a fist and thrusted it towards the nearest door, the sign for a breach. Muleto ran up and hugged the left side of the door. Jacen ran forward and stood to the right. Jacen raised his had and began to count down with his fingers, 5...4...3...2...1.
He turned and kicked open the door. He and Roland rushed into the room and scanned the area quickly.
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Post by Diaclois Amores on Apr 19, 2009 1:04:07 GMT
OOC: Sorry, my mom was in the ER. I had to do a quick post.
IC: "You heard the commander. Let's do this by the book." The short range comm crackled to life. Amores looked behind him, seeing Shalluat draw his knife and did the same. Tapping the grenade dispenser, he grabbed the frag and readied himself for the assault. Tossing the grenade, he waited for a moment, already dropped into a fighters crouch. One...Two.....Three..... The explosion shook the ground below, causing his boots to quake. Rushing at the enemy, he raised his combat knife, threatening to strike anyone who came near him. As he closed in, he could almost smell the foul heresy that clung to the men. Slashing diagonally, he tried to cut across the soldiers chest before he could raise the crude bayolnet fashioned onto the lasgun he held. Diaclois held his breath, praying to strike fast enough.
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 26, 2009 19:26:14 GMT
Jacen and Roland quickly entered the room and noticed it was empty. As Roland did some work with the vox and auspex, Jacen took a look around.
The room had obviously been a rest station before, the remains of beds, sheets, and pillows were scattered all over the floor. They hadn't been used for quite sometime due to the fine layer of dust that covered them. Jacen walked towards the bed and heard something crush underneath his boot. Jacen lifted his foot and saw the shattered glass and metal remains of a picture frame.
Jacen picked up a photo and saw that on it were three people. A father in the uniform of a PDF trooper, a wife in the robes of an Administratum clerk, and a young daughter with a bright blue necklace. Jacen smiled slightly, an alien emotion to him, he had not been happy for some time.
Suddenly Jacen's eyes caught on something, a small figure under one of the beds. Jacen lifted the bed up to find the little girl from the photo holding a stuff animal. She was dead with several stab and gunshot wounds in her back and the necklace was gone. She had been murdered by these traitors and they had stolen her necklace.
Jacen's smile turned into a snarl of anger. He stood up, cocked his bolter and took out his combat blade. Turning he left the room without a word leaving Roland in a state of confusion. He was going to find the bastard who had killed the girl and stolen from her and kill him himself.
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Post by Deliverance on Apr 27, 2009 16:15:13 GMT
Sergeant Julius Quintus was as textbook as any marine could get. His covering fire in urban environments from a building was straight out of the training simulations. Fire and move, allowing the enemy little chance to identify and return fire accurately. Too many a space marine was arrogant in his power armour and demi-god status. As many of the Chapter’s brothers had learned to their peril, there were far more powerful weapons than those the Imperium could field.
Many a Battle brother had fallen prey to the weapons of the traitor and xeno. Even now a crusade fleet of the Chapter was on the Eastern Fringes fighting the mysterious race of Xenos commonly called the ‘Tau’. The race had proven troublesome and their advanced technological heresy had meant a drastic change in tactics.
Scout team Bravo were now placing their shots on the upper levels of the buildings on the North side of the road. Heretics and traitors scrambled to avoid the heavy bolter’s rain of death or the fatal precision of the sniper rifle. The rebels were pinned and the fire on the convoy had all but let up under the fire superiority the newly arrived Imperial had established. As the fire let up the few remaining guardsmen still alive rushed to the aid of those wounded in the open and among the wreckage of the lead chimera.
The scouts were fulfilling their part of this assault. That is all that could be asked of them. At other times it would be Commander Zenodius who decided that they would take a turn at the head of the assault. However, Imperial servants would not be wasted in the extra time it might take the scout novices to clear the enemies.
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When Rallus Zenodius received his debrief of the action from the squad leaders he would no doubt hear many good things but one thing that was disturbing was the love of close combat and explosive usage in the company. While a space marine should relish in the judgement brought by a blade or chainsword or even one of the Chapter’s power weapons; it was arrogant to use these tools without necessity. Explosives were not needed when clearing many a room against such a weak foe, their only purpose to clear out emplacements and detonate IEDs before entry. The usage of such weapons was a waste of the Imperium’s resources and if the Guard could manage so could the emperor’s finest.
Brother Achilles and Camillus swept back to the main staircase and along the corridor to rejoin Sergeant Agrippa. The sergeant had of course already checked their presence using the HUD and by eye. It was always a fine idea to check twice. This time it was brother Camillus who came over the squad’s comm.-net.
+++ With you Brother Sergeant. Shall we proceed? We haven’t heard from Brother Catern or Muleto. Shall we proceed without them?+++
Meanwhile Brother Muleto was stunned by the sudden rise of anger in Catern and his quick exit. Muleto was just about to call in the clear report to Sergeant Agrippa when Catern burst out of the room.
The action was that of a scout novice, brash and ill thought through. It endangered his partner and more was expected from a Full Battle Brother. It was a trademark of the neophyte to lose their temper and storm around like an angry bull grox. A battle brother was expected to maintain his composure throughout anything; channelling his rage and anger into usable weapons.
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Brother Amores was the first through the entrance and the lone enemy showed little effect from the concussive force of the frag grenade. The large heretic bore a combination of strange markings across his face, inked into his skin as you would a tattoo under a pockmarked guardsman’s helmet. The heretic was fearless in the presence of such an awesome sight as Brother Amores. He swung his rifle to try and bear the bayonet to bear, but despite his size Brother Amores was far faster than expected and his strike true. With a gargled scream of rage the heretic fell backwards and to the floor, knocked backwards by the weight and power of the blow from the superhuman space marine. The Adeptus Astartes combat blade had cut a large gash across his pectoral muscles and the heretic lay quickly bleeding to death.
With a snarl of pain mixed with hatred the heretic raised an autopistol and aimed it at Diaclois in a last attempt at defiance.
Just then Brother Shalluat burst through the door and came upon the scene in front of him.
(OOC: Ok you two, first come first served with this kill)
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Commander Zenodius leapt across the sandbag wall on the corner of the street and came to a crashing landing on the other side, the pavement creaking and cracking under the force of his landing. The traitor who was taking cover behind the wall turned in mute terror at the arrival of the space marine.
The bolt pistol swung right and there was a single bark as the bolt pistol discharged the round from the chamber. The traitor was rag-dolled backwards under the power of the round and flung against the cold pavement. With a quick check of his surroundings Rallus walked over to inspect the body and ensure that the job was done. The heretic lay dead, his lifeblood flowing slowly over the impermeable concrete pavement, marking his last resting spot. More food for the scavengers of this city.
“Zenodius to Quintus. We are entering building five. Switch fire. Repeat, check your fire.”
The fire from the three remaining rebels in building 5 was coming from the floors above the groundfloor. With a nod to the apothecary as he arrived at the west side door of the ground floor he beckoned. The dust and dirt under the door showed signs of scraping and the indents of various items. Clear signs that the door had been tampered with.
“Brother, the door is trapped. We go through the first floor windows. I will lift you, have your bolt pistol ready.”
With that he placed his back against the wall and placed his legs just slightly wider than shoulder width apart and bent slightly. His fingers interlocked and he made a makeshift step with his hands. It was unorthodox but it was ensure surprise and the risk of a booby trap was all too real on the downstairs doors.
With a heave of effort the apothecary was lifted up to look through the first floor side window. The scene was almost comical as the white armoured marine stood on the hand and knee of the commander, his bolt pistol searching for a target.
Just then two rebels appeared through the entrance to the room and ran to face the south facing windows, ignorant of the apothecary staring in through the west window.
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Post by Roland Muleto on Apr 27, 2009 22:06:17 GMT
Once again the auspex was showing false reading, and this time the vox was joining him. The communication rune was alight on the visual display of his helmet, indicating a transmission, but there was only background noise. Maybe the stone walls were the cause of all these interferences, they seemed to be made of a local stone he never saw anywhere else.
Guess the revered Administratum doesn't design its buildings for the well-being of the astartes sent to save their ass.
After some quicks adjustments the auspex finally accepted to show two marines in an empty room, but no coherent informations about the rest of the floor, they would have to sweep it without knowing if there were rebels left. Considering the absence of fire against us Roland doubted that there were anyone left, their entrance had made enough noise to wake up the whole neighborhood, not to mention heretics just behind the wall.
Suddenly Jacen left what he was doing and rushed out of the room without a word. What the hell was bugging him ? The interferences weren't bad enough that he would have missed a transmission from his brother, not ten feet away.
Roland caught a glimpse of a corpse, a child... surely this was not the reason for this sudden in his behaviour, in his century and a half as a Space Marine he must have seen worse.
"Brother, in the name of Guilliman, what are you doing ? Brother ?"
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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 28, 2009 1:25:23 GMT
“Brother, the door is trapped. We go through the first floor windows. I will lift you, have your bolt pistol ready.”
Apothecary Silvanus's commander immediately locked his fingers together and positioned himself in a widen stance in order to give Silvanus a boost up to the next floor.
Even with their combined size getting to the next window was not an easy feat, Silvanus quickly scanned the room only to find two mindless rebels miss his bright white armor to focus on the opposite side of the room.
"This can't be real" Silvanus thought to himself, "If all our fights were this easy we would have commenced another Great Crusade without hesitation."
Silvanus's daydreaming appeared to have displeased Commander Zenodius who was already starting to strain underneath the immense pressure of supporting a Space Marine on his hands alone.
Silvanus looked down at his Commander and gave reassuring words, " I'll see what I can do Commander"
With that said he attempted to lift himself up to that 2nd floor window. Even for a space marine it was not an easy task, but it was manageable. Silvanus began to wonder why he didn't just shoot the rebels as they made their way past, but reassured himself that his way would ensure much better results.
He would do his best to silently take out the two rebel guards preferably using the most silent and effective close combat techniques he knew.
Afterwards he would return to the commander and his him a helping hand up to the 2nd floor. This was they could avoid detection and still retain the element of surprise.
Apothecary Silvanus only hoped that his dull white armor wouldn't give away his position. As he began to creep towards the two rebel soldiers with his Krieg Trench Knife drawn. The knife gave a small silverly glint in anticipation, the last time it had tasted blood was on Armageddon.
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Post by Manius Agrippa on Apr 28, 2009 17:23:08 GMT
Still aiming his weapon up the darkened stair case Sgt Agrippa double checked the Proximity Detection System and Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster which showed the hard returns of both Brother Achilles and Camillus on the secondary displays on his HUD as they made their way back towards his position as fast as they could.
Brother’s Muleto and Catern on the other hand were at the extreme western side of the building and had obviously found some resistance.
He cursed under his breath – his very soul screamed for him to go and help them - then he shrugged the moment passing.
“Officium primum – on ne passe pas”
He reminded himself
Just then Achilles and Camillus entered the hallway weapons ready.
+++ With you Brother Sergeant. Shall we proceed? We haven’t heard from Brother Catern or Muleto. Shall we proceed without them? +++
Brother Camillus’s question was well posed – and it took a split second for Manius to work through the pro’s and cons in his head
Be to rash? Or be too tardy? Go and assist their brothers, wait or proceed with the assault?
The Index Astartes had entire chapters worth of advice devoted to the advantages granted by the concentration of force before launching an attack and almost as many warning against the dangers of waiting too long lest the advantage of shock and surprise be lost.
They had momentum; his Brother Marines were still under threat from the gunmen on the top floor. His decision was therefore crystal clear. "Pericula in mora" he quoted to himself.
“WE ADVANCE BROTHERS! YOU TWO CLEAR THE WESTERN WING – I WILL TAKE THE EAST – ENGAGE THE NORTH SIDE OF THE ROAD ONCE THE FLOOR IS CLEAR”
He clicked over to Brother Catern and Brother Muleto’s Vox channels
“BROTHERS – WE ARE ADVANCING TO THE TOP FLOOR – JOIN ME TO THE EAST WING WITH ALL ALACRITY”
Changing over to the command vox channel he gave a brief sit-rep.
“THIS IS ONE-CHARLIE ADVANCING TO THE TOP FLOOR NOW!”
Looking at Achilles and Camillus as they double checked their weapons he nodded once grinning behind his helmet and activating his suit speaker.
“DIVIDE ET IMPERA - EH BROTHERS?”
Laughing he stormed up the stair case, his Bolter ready, left hand on the fore grip, with Achilles and Camillus hot on his heels splitting up as the stairs sissored into two. One set of stairs leading to the western side and the other to the east
“FIAT IUSTITIA!”
He roared as he reached the top of the stair well and took cover in the door way preparing a frag grenade and throwing it into the first room before ducking back and waiting for it to detonate.
OOC: Achilles and Camillus – you will obviously clear out the western side (left side) of the top floor. Brothers Catern and Muleto – in the interests of realism and not hogging all the glory it is my intention to clear the first room only and then ‘hold’ the eastern wing on my own - thus preventing any of the diabolical traitor scum from the east wing interfering with Brothers Achilles and Camillus as they carry out the Emperors work or indeed allowing them to escape their just fate – that is until you catch up – at which point any heretics left on the top floors eastern wing will be purged by the three of us!
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 28, 2009 20:55:56 GMT
Jacen stormed of in a rage, his face, hidden by his Mark VI Corvus pattern helm. Something about the murder of the young girl had infuriated him. He had seen Xenos, Marines, and humans butchered in horrible ways, and something this small shouldn't bother him this much. It was just the idea of a defenseless child being murdered by people she probably knew and looked up to, the idea made righteous fury boil within him.
"Brother, in the name of Guilliman, what are you doing? Brother?" came the call of Roland.
Jacen stopped in his tracks, what was he doing? He was a Battle-Brother, he couldn't go storming off. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. People's lives depended on him and his ability to do his duty, he would find the murderer in due time and make him pay. Jacen made a mental note that he would ritually fast and pray in oder to gain forgiveness from the Emperor.
Jacen had tried his best to control his anger during his career, a result of the distrust shown towards him as a novice. Despite his efforts, from time to time it came out in violent in brutal ways, though not as bad since his time as an Assault Marine.
Jacen activated the vox and said "Apologys brother, I...I don't know what came over me."
Suddenly Manius' voice came over the vox, “BROTHERS – WE ARE ADVANCING TO THE TOP FLOOR – JOIN ME TO THE EAST WING WITH ALL ALACRITY” (OOC: I thought we were already on the top floor)
Jacen contacted Manius, "Copy that Sargeant," before switching to Roland and saying "Looks like we still have work to do."
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Post by Roland Muleto on Apr 28, 2009 22:43:21 GMT
OOC : The map says the administratum building is three storeys high, we cleared the ground floor, we currently are in the second storey and should get our asses to the third and last where our brothers sergeant awaits us. Or so I understand.
Roland was as surprised to see Jacen calm down so easily as he had been to see his sudden burst of anger. Maybe he should talk about it later with Agrippa or Chaplain Perphius. This sort of behaviour was probably normal for Space Wolves or frenzied Blood Angels, but not for the Omega Marines. Or maybe he could just shut his mouth and keep an eye on his brother. After all he was himself the most brash of the scouts and had since did little to correct this tendency.
"Looks like we still have work to do."
"I'm following you. Let's hurry before sergeant Agrippa decide we need a scolding."
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Post by Marcus Camillus on Apr 29, 2009 6:39:03 GMT
Marcus ran after Sergeant Agrippa as he headed for the twin stairways leading to the top floor. Taking the lead he broke off towards the left staircase, moving towards the west wing. He looked back to make sure Brother Achilles was there before heading the stairs and reaching the open ground of the large west wing.
The stairs opened onto the open ground between the two sections of the top floor. Directly in front of Marcus was one of the heretical traitors and he poured bolter fire at him as he ran for the cover of the central pillar of the west wing.
He reached the huge plascrete construction, diving behind it he paused both to catch his breath and to wait for Achilles, who was wisely waiting for a moment when he could safely dodge between cover, as any Space Marine would. Directly opposite from Marcus' position and unaware of him hopefully were the other traitors stationed in the west wing. There was no way to get to them by Bolter fire - this was going to get messy.
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 29, 2009 21:11:50 GMT
"I'm following you. Let's hurry before sergeant Agrippa decide we need a scolding." said Roland as he caught up to Jacen.
Jacen chuckled slightly, a rare show of happiness for him, and said "Now, why would he do that?"
The two Battle-Brothers made their way through the building and to the main stairs, the same that Camillus, Agrippa, and Achilles had went up moments before.
Roland and Jacen could hear the firing of boltguns, autoguns, and lasguns. It seems that their comrades were already in battle.
Jacen turned to Roland, "Up the stairs slowly and quietly and check your corners. No telling how many might we trying to attack our brothers from behind."
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Post by Diaclois Amores on Apr 30, 2009 20:57:44 GMT
His knife had struck true, slashing at the heretic. Diaclois let out a breathe and turned to renew the fight. Just then, Brother Shallaut burst through the door behind him. Amores stole a quick glance backwards, and saw the heretic he thought he had killed raising an autopistol. Diaclois stiffened. Is this the end? He wondered as the heretic took aim. "No!" He yelled, ducking. the bullet grazed the top of his head in slow-mo, and Diaclois raised his bolter to eye level. He aimed at the head, exactly as the Codex Astartes said. Diaclois paused for a fraction of a second. Did he really deserve this? Did the heretic deserve to be shout down, merely for not worshipping the Emperor? Who was he to say that this man should live or die? The Emperor thought so, but surely this decision was up to the gods? And, powerful though he may be, the Emperor was a man. A giant perhaps, stronger than any other, but only a man. Just like Diaclois.....
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Post by Julius Quintus on Apr 30, 2009 22:58:54 GMT
The commanders voice crackled in Julius's ear,
“Zenodius to Quintus. We are entering building five. Switch fire. Repeat, check your fire.”
Julius moved on to the next blown out window and switched his fire to ruins directly opposite the building the scouts were in at the moment. The M40 targetter mouted on his boltgun automatically recalculated the ranging and adjusted his crosshairs to match and he sent a few quick bursts at the men hiding in the cover of the ruins before again switching windows.
"Julius to all scouts, command team is now clearing building five. Repeat 'ware fire on building five, target the ruins."
The scouts were imperfectly deployed in the building, Julius chastised himself for his poor squad organisation and made changes on the fly. The blessed Codex warned against such actions and he would submit himself for penance later but now the mission came first.
"Scouts Taranius and Raziel, join bravo team on the roof. Take your fire direction from Scout Calpurnius. Scouts Commodus and Tholath meet me at the main entrance."
Julius waited just log enough too see that bravo teams fire patterns had switched away from building 5 and then sprinted for the main entrance.
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Post by Petronius Commodus on May 1, 2009 10:19:53 GMT
Commodus stood and held watch as his brothers were firring from the windows, after all there could still be enemies in the building. Suddenly the sergeants voice burst ed over the Vox-channel
"Julius to all scouts, command team is now clearing building five. Repeat 'ware fire on building five, target the ruins."
There was a brief moment before the sergeants voice once more came over the Vox-channel "Scouts Taranius and Raziel, join bravo team on the roof. Take your fire direction from Scout Calpurnius. Scouts Commodus and Tholath meet me at the main entrance." As expected from an astartes Commodus began making his way towards the main entrance, as ordered. Sprinting his way towards the main entrance, crossing stairs, until he were at the ground floor once more, he stood vigilant awaiting the sergeant.
As Commodus looked around he saw the guardsmen, still were not capable of fighting back, “This was the imperial defense?” Commodus thought... “A disgrace...” yet it were not his place to judge them now, he stood watch waiting as always patiently for Sergeant Quintus.
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