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Fred looked at the PlaneShifter concernedly. "Is that thar spider going to get us to Hahde?"

"Yes, Fred, that spider is going to take us to Hide. Now get on, the soldiers and crew are all ready aboard." Lucy stalked past him, carrying the camera, followed by the remaining crew.

Fred boarded, uneasily.

OOC: Only me and MM can post IC comments.

((Tag))

The PlaneShifter launched. On board, hundreds of soldiers waited patiently in the side capsules, alongside a few dozen more camera teams. Fred paced around, bored. "There ain't nothing to do on board this thing!"

Lucy sighed. "Look, Fred, at least pace where the rest of us don't have to see you."

Miguel and the rest of the team nodded. Fred glared at them, and then walked outside. "Tell me to get lost, will she? I'm more intelligenter then her!"

Which makes it amazing, that 5 minutes later, he tripped over several 'eject capsule' switches...

((OOC: Oh my god! What a dofus! ^_^ He just ejected a bunch of pods, didn't he? What a loser!))

Deep in the Warp, where Hide once stood, the raw fury of the Warp leaks into the massive webway cavern that held the city. Daemons, beasts, and other, less-identifiable denizens of nightmare flit among fonts of pure energy. Rage and hate and sorrow all blaze in furious gouts of pyroclastic plasm.

Survivors hide among the softly glowing coals of the atomic fire that unleashed hell into the web-cavern. They hide and wait to be found. They cower amongst the debris as monstrous Beserkers of Khorne hunt and kill and laugh. The Warp has not been kind to this Dark City of the Fallen.

((OOC: Oh my god! What a dofus! ^_^ He just ejected a bunch of pods, didn't he? What a loser!))

OOC: Yep.

IC: Captain Kenricks looked around. He had no idea what had happened. He cautiously pushed the door open. He was on a beautiful tropical island. "Well, this isn't that bad..." he sighed in relief.

Thousands of armed monkeys turned around the corner, carrying spears.

"Crud."

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The Navigator looked confused. "Where did everyone go?"

Deep in the Warp, where Hide once stood, the raw fury of the Warp leaks into the massive webway cavern that held the city. Daemons, beasts, and other, less-identifiable denizens of nightmare flit among fonts of pure energy. Rage and hate and sorrow all blaze in furious gouts of pyroclastic plasm.

Survivors hide among the softly glowing coals of the atomic fire that unleashed hell into the web-cavern. They hide and wait to be found. They cower amongst the debris as monstrous Beserkers of Khorne hunt and kill and laugh. The Warp has not been kind to this Dark City of the Fallen.

OOC: You really are going to enjoy this thread, aren't you. How often do people send men right into your clutches?

OOC: You really are going to enjoy this thread, aren't you. How often do people send men right into your clutches?

((You really, really don't know what you're in for. :twisted: ))

The PlaneShifter landed on a stable patch of ground in Hide. The Navigator ran a spot-check. "I'm missing capsules 1-199! What on... ah, the city is dead. Seven people should cope fine. I'll pick them up in a while. Right now I need to find the others!"

The team's capsule detaches as they file out.

The nearest of the wellspring fonts of malevolence several kilometers away, the stable patch is relatively quiet. Distant screams seem to seep up from the ground and coil in the marrow of the living. Something... isn't quite right. A flicker caught from the corner of the eye disappears when viewed fully. The soft crunch of a boot on the debris sounds behind the team, near the capsule.

Lucy doesn't notice. "Right. Somehow, the other members of this expedition disapeared en-route. It's up to us!"

Frederick looked around, embarrased.

Miguel raised his hand. "Lucy, are you sure this is safe?"

"Of course it's safe! The place was wiped out!"

A shadow detaches from the underside of the capsule and moves towards the entrance. Its motions are smooth, and soundless, a wraith-like apparition diffused by the low glow of baleful light from the surrounding Warp. Into the capsule it slips, and disappears.

The PlaneShifter activates, and flies off, carrying its cargo away. Plus an extra passenger.

OOC: One of the DE got sick of Hide, and is basically going on an 'anywhere but here!' junket?

IC: The Roanians looked around. "Miguel, start filming!"

Mere moments after lifting off, the Planeshifter detonates spectacularly as a crack in the Web vents forth a gibbering, shrieking column of energy that radiates cold hate. The detritus spatters over the ground, like some kind of gorish rain.

Lucy stares. "Okay... well, we'll just take one of the web gates!"

The others looked at eachother. It was bad enough being doomed, without having to deal with foolish optimism.

((Do they have radios, or personal comms, or something?))

((Do they have radios, or personal comms, or something?))

OOC: Look at their competency levels. Then ask that question. Miguel has a radio... but Fred was in charge of getting the batteries for it.

((Right, no working radios then. These people were political prisoners, weren't they? ))

The radio bursts to life in a squawk of static, hissing loudly. Faintly, bairly audible over the hiss, the sound of a weeping woman may be perceived.
As the hissing begins to fade, words may be discerned among the sobs. "Miguel... Miguel..."

OOC: Yeah.

IC: Miguel stops and holds the radio up. "Who... who's there?"

Lucy turns to Fred. "All right! You remembered the batteries!"

Fred stopped. No I didn't...

The sobs begin shortening into harried gasps. "Miguel! Help me!"
The voice screams - and is cut off by another burst of static.

Miguel looks shocked. "Okay... getting creepy..." He looks at the radio. No, it was still the same cheap Japanese import.

The team all bunched up. "Okay... we have a ghostly radio... What else can happen?"

The echo of a scream sounds hollow in the emptiness of the ruined city. It fades after a moment, but it is clearly the voice of the woman screaming over the radio. It seems to come from somewhere to the left of the group, perhaps a few blocks away.

Miguel turns and runs in that direction. "Come on!"

George turns to Fred. "So, he hears a ghastly and horrible scream and he runs towards it?"

Max chases after Miguel. "Wait, you moron!"

Around the next corner, Miguel finds a horribly mutilated body. It was obviously once a woman, attested to by its ravaged sex. Splayed and rent asunder from within, the corpse's gore and humours lie spattered on the broken ground. Leaning closer, Miguel might recognize the face upon the corpse.

"Maria?" Miguel walks closer. "No!"

Max walks next to him. "No, it's not! Remember, she's in Roania! In a maximum security prison, so you know she's safe! Don't worry, Miguel. It's probably just an evil demonic trick to seperate us from the others and kill us."

The eyes of the corpse shift to follow Miguel, its bones creak almost inaudibly as its finger crooks in beckoning.

Miguel leans closer in. "Yeah, you're right. It is just an evil demoni... crap."

Max jumps next to Miguel. "Hold me."

"Only if you hold me!"

OOC: You want to describe their messy deaths? Or shall we edit that out in the interests of not becoming NC-17?

#tag - suckers ... please describe their horrible deaths.

OOC: I'll leave that to MM.

The corpse does not move anyt further, but its deathly gaze stares at Miguel accusingly. He wasn't in time to save her, and she knew it, before she died.

A soft silibant hiss sounds from behind the pair as the remainder of the team catches up.

"Whoah! What is Mariah doing here?" Fred asks Miguel and Max. Miguel reaches down and touches the corpse.

"Mariah!" He shouts.

Max turns to Fred. "I think it's just a demonic trick to seperate us and kill us, but he seems to think differently." Miguel was shaking the corpse repeatedly.