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Commisnar Austin pulled his bloody powerfist out the the remains of what once had been a Chaos Space Marine, he turned back to his men, the last survivors of his regiment that sat upon a low wall that led into the war torn city.

"We move out." His voice was lower and fearsome, a voice that you wouldn't disobay unless you where of equally strong will or had had enough of war. And these men had, for 3 years since there homeworld had been taken by the Despoilor they had forght and watched there regiment shrink and there freinds die.

Now the entire regemnt consitered of 6 men and 1 officer. "No." dClarkson spoke up, putting the rest of the mens thoughts into words. "We ain't going any further, we've forght and killed for you, sir, but we've had enough."

Austin stared at the man, whos rifle was slung over his back, "Are you disobaying a direct order, Clarkson?" He asked, his voice sounded resonable.

The amn stood, "Where going south, sir, where going to find a enermy patrol adn surrender, they treat us nice these Tau, thats what i heard anyway. And they treat us a darn sight nicer than the the Imperial Guard, sir."

The Commisinar took a step forward, his face was hardened, "Are you commiting mutany, Clarkson?" his voice spat out pure hate,

"You can come with us if you like, sir." Clarkson soudned uneasy and he was backing off, "After all what point is there in still fighting, we all know that the army has left this world, where the only ones left and we can't beat an entire enermy army by outselves, sir, why should we keep fighting?"

Austins reply was short, "The emporer."

"he hasn't done anything for me latley, has he, sir, he hasn't helped us out, maybe these Tau gods are better, with respect sir." Austins anger was boiling, he lunged forward with the powersword, yelling "TRATOR!" and the blade went sraight through the mans belly and came out the other side.

He pulled the bloody sword back and watched the mans body fall, "We march north." He said and turned. he marched towards the city and the men followed him, leaving there comrads body where it fell.

"There will be other regerments here lads, other groups of Guard, maybe even a few marines. We fight to the last, alds, to the goddam last

OOC: Tag. Interesting....

OOC: Tag. Interesting....
This is a closed one sorry, invitation only kinda thing (unless u HAVE been invited - in which case carry on). Oh, adn good on u for being against the imperium!

IC: The Broodlord gave a short hiss. He could smell men. Creeping forward slightly he led his brood to the ruins of a building. Perring around he saw a dead Marine on the floor. The genestealers recognised the wounds of the of an imperial sword. If they were free-thinking, they might have found this odd, but following Hive-Mind orders, they slunk into the shadows, slowly following the man-trails leading North...

A small portal opened in the air a a few miles* away. Out of it stepped a Sorcerer and after him a Chaos Space Marine armed with a powerfist and an axe, one with a flamer, one with a bolter covered with spikes and unholy symbols, and a mutated Marine who had had his arms replaced with large claws. Their red armour matched the sun as it set behind them. Their helmets were marked with their names written in the blood of their foes, Azrael, Ariel, Ammon and Thrice-cursed, and on the staff of the Sorcerer was the name Alazar with arcane runes.

Where are we? spoke one of the marines.
I don't know. The Sorcerer hissed We made a blind jump in the Warp, my only concern so far is to know if we loosed our... company. It looks, though, as we didn't succeed. he said, pointing at the corpses of Chaos and Imperial Guards that covered the ground, the remains of a battle fought not long ago. Where there is battle, Khorne was present. It seems as we must fight once again.

They moved westwards towards the mountains. There they hoped to hide from the eyes of the Chaos Gods.

OOC: *European miles=10 kilometres

OOC: *Slaps RL* A mile is approx 1.7 miles, dumbass. Whats with this 'European mile' BS?

IC: Chaplin Hanst looked around at the sheer devestation that Chaos had wrecked on this world. In his massive left hand was a bolt pistol, ornatley carved with many symbols of the Emperor, the Imperial Eagle, and above all the symbol of the Black Angels. In his right, a crozius, a mighty power weapon gifted only to those who led the chapters of the Adeptus Astartes in spirit, crackled softly. His amour was lighter than normal, and he welcomed the additional mobility it provided. Scout armour, though weaker than his normal power armour, was able to provide him with more rapid movement.

He brought up his left hand, and signalled quickly. A second passed, and then four Scouts, handpicked from the First Company Veterens, emerged from what little remained of the thick woodland. One carried a sniper rifle, the sight-cap flipped up. Another carried a heavy bolter, whilst the others carried bolt pistols and chainswords. Sergeant Verion apporached his commander,"Brother-Chaplin, what do we do?"

H -- We were deployed to achieve a single objective: eliminate the Chaos leader, by any means. That mission is still viable

V -- Brother-Chaplin, look around you. We have lost thirty men, good men. Without them, this mission is a suicide mission

H -- *Rounding on Verion*Then we will die serving the Emperor. Is that not what we are to do with our lives?

V -- Yes, Brother-Chaplin. May I suggest that we take time to survey the new situation?

H -- An excellent recommendation, Brother-Sergeant. There is a city, or at least there was, five kilometres east of here. We move for that

V -- Roger that, Brother-Chaplin

The entire squad had heard the exchange. They were Veterens, among the longest lived and the most expierenced warriors of the Chapter. Hanst had lived through more horrors than most, including the devastation of the 2nd Company. A mere handful, barely thirty Marines still remained, including Captain Templar. They moved towards the city, praying ferventley to the Emperor that some allies had survived...

OOC:
10 millimetres=1 centimetre, 10 centimetres=1 decimetre, 10 dceimetres=1 metre, 1000 metres=1 kilometre, 10 kilometres=1 European mile.
An English mile is about 1.68 kilometres.

OOC: Heres a crazy idea, why not all use metric! Kilometre being the highest we go. :headbang:

OOC: Being used to the metric system (and smiling at the English for their strange way of measuring in true continental-imperialistic spirit), I would like to use it, although I can do some simple conversions.

OOC: Hey, just because we are a nation that likes to mix and match our measurements. Anyway, enough on this topic, let us return to RP'ing

A radio voice came over the intercom, into the deployment bay of the Manta Missile Destroyer. "Commander O'Shovah, prepare to drop onto the planet. For the Greater Good!" said the Air Caste pilor on the other end of the intercom. Commander O'Shovah, second to bear that prestigious and yet now cursed name, beckoned to the six battlesuited Fire Caste veterans arrayed behind him. They were all bonded by the Ta'lissera ritual, and thus knew what he was going to say. "Brothers in arms, today we go to fight for the Tau people, in pursuit of a quest of which you all know. If we are successful, the universe is for the taking for our people! Now, for the Greater Good!" The floor of the bay slid back, and O'Shovah jumped, his jetpack immediately taking action, and he coasted slowly to the ground, with the remainder of his team behind him. He hovered within a couple meters of the ground, surveying the land around him. It was a barren wasteland, with the corpses of humans littered about. He beckoned to his men, and they coasted along through the battlefield. He said over the intercam, "Men, as you know from our briefing, there is a city many kilometers to the north. We will head in that direction, and see if ywe can encounter any others. Hopefully, they are not looking for the same thing as us. Move out." They battlesuits, the sun glistening off their white paint, flew north.

OOC: Being used to the metric system (and smiling at the English for their strange way of measuring in true continental-imperialistic spirit), I would like to use it, although I can do some simple conversions.
I apololagise for my country's strange way of measuring things and all the other strange customs we have! Btw, where is everyone from? (I'm talking countries)

OOC: That was one of my bad jokes again.

I'm from Sweden and I suppose you're from somewhere in UK, probably England.

OOC: That was one of my bad jokes again.

I'm from Sweden and I suppose you're from somewhere in UK, probably England.
OOC: Yeah, England it be

The Landing

The Orca transport dropped through the atmosphere, firction heating the outside to unimaginable temperatures. It's pilot directed it to the north of the city that had been spotted. Dropping towards the surface, he slowed, he did not intend to land. His passangers dropped from the Orca, using controlled bursts with their jet packs. One, instead of using a jet pack, went down in the specialised cargo pod with the supplies and equipment. With ease, the skilled warriors of the fire caste landed. The Tau kill team had come.

On the Surface

The three crisis suits surveyed the surroundings, their enhanced vision taking in the dead Gue'la (humans) and the city, almost ruins, about a kilometre to the south. Ten metres away they could see the shimmer where the stealth suit was hidden. The pathfinder, young and inexperienced compared to his compainions, but already recognised by the Ethereals as a skilled warrior, used his sensor to get a detailed picture of the terrain.

The party of Tau had one mission. They had heard that the rebel commander turned mercenary O'Shovah was on this barren planet. He would meet his death. A shame he turned from the Greater Good to fighting for reward, he was a skilled general.

O'Or'es was wondering how to assassinate the tactical mastermind. Armed with a fusion blaster and plasma rifle, he could take out even the armoured might of the Imperial Terminators, and his shield generator would protect him, let alone the cybernetic components thgat riddled his body from his long career but O'Shovah's location wouldn't have leaked unless he wanted it to. He would know a kill team would be after him. In fact, he would probably want it.

The two bodyguards' (Vre'Mont'yr and Vre'Kais) crisis suits looked identical. Missile pod,plasma rifle and shield generator. Inside the suits sitting on each of their bald heads was a component replacing one eye, a multi trakcer, allowing them to track seperate targets with each weapon.

Looking up to the sky O'Or'es saw two disc shapes as two gun drones flew down, following their master. Speaking into the mike inside his helmet - "O'Shovah will probably move towards the city, find out what happened, we will be their waiting for him. Vre'J'karra (stealth suit) take front. Ui'Run (pathfinder) take rear. In the name of the Greater Good, move out."

The replies of "For the Greater Good" came back as one.

ooc: I'm from the England. Caladonn, why does O'Shovah still say "for the Greater Good" when he has turned mercenary?

Talion wandered through the forest, hopefully heading in the right direction. Suddenly, he saw it. Despite it being night-time, he could still see Paleneus lying there. This was his chance. He had to take it.
He slowly moved forward, out of the shadows, keeping his pistols out and pointed at Paleneus. Everything was completely silent. This was easy. All that training he had endured, and this was all he had to do. He was very close now, and could almost hear Paleneus' breathing. He was asleep. He lined up the pistols, aiming for his head.
"Why, hello there" Talion jumped. Who was that? "Maybe you should be quieter next time". He heard the click of a sniper rifle, but no ordinary sniper rifle. This was an exitus rifle. A vindicare assassin was aiming at his head.
"Don't get in my way, or I'll kill you too" Talion growled, "This is my mission, and I will carry it out" Despite all his talk, deep down he was worried. All assassins are very highly trained, and this man would probably have greater experience in battle.
"I doubt you would be able to" Talion was getting annoyed. He was taunting him. But that voice. It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't work out who it was, "I know I wouldn't be able to kill my own brother"
Talion's breath caught in his throat. That voice. That's how he knew it. He was facing his brother. He began to lower his weapons. Many different emotions were running through his mind. It was his mission to kill this man, yet he couldn't do it. His brother obviously didn't want him to kill the man, and he couldn't do that to his brother. He turned round, and looked at his brother's face. A wave of recognition swept through him. It was his brother.
"Take of your helmet. Let me see your face" Talion took off his helmet, and they both just stood there for a moment, looking at one another.
"What...how...why" The words couldn't seem to come out
"Calm down," Haries, the vindicare assassin took his arm and led him to somewhere to sit down, "I'll tell you everything that happened"

And so they talked, telling of their training to become assassins, Haries joining the Night Stalkers, the great betrayal. When morning arrived, they had only just finished. Paleneus woke up, saw Talion, and immediately grabbed his plasma pistol. Talion saw this, and pulled out both his pistols. They sat like that for a moment, both pointing their weapons at each other, until Haries stood in the middle.
"Lower your weapons. We are all friends here" They did so, cautiously at first, and when they were down Haries began to explain who they both were.

"So what are you going to do then?" Paleneus was talking to Talion, "If you go back to the Imperium, there is no doubt you will not be welcome. If you go off on your own, the Imperium are sure to track you down in the end"
"I don't know," It was obvious that he was in a tough position, "What are you two doing? Where is the rest of your force?"
"Our force is with the Eldar, fighting some Imperium on another planet"
"Why aren't you with them?"
"Because we have our own business to attend to. They left a small ship for us to use. While that fighting goes on, we are attacking the Imperium from behind, destroying important strategic points. We are doing all the behind the scenes work which is causing victories for the Eldar"
There was a short silence.
"I know what you're thinking," This was Haries talking, "You are wondering if you can join up with us," Talion looked up, "Well, as long as you can look after yourself, welcome aboard!"

The small regerment moved slowly into the silent shadows of the city, as night fell upon the ruined buildings. Strange shadows rose and fell upon the there faces as they kept moving forward, the Commissinar would not allow them to rest.

Firest came Jackson, a steely eyed man whom was the companys crack shot, after that come the Commisinar and then McSon, Moorfoot, Arathorn, carl and then the baby of the company Richards, a stray that they had picked up on Amager 782.

They where in loose skermish formation, communicating by had signals only and as the night drew in the came closer. The Planets two suns began to set, one after enougher, it was starngly butiful.

The commisinar stepped over a rotting corpse into a shelled house, it was a small place, with bullet scarred place with 5 bodys lying in the room, under the rubble that remained of the ceirling.

"We rest here tonight." The commisinar ordered, and then made his way to a mostly clear corner of the room, he kicked and threw the last few peices of rubble away.

"Where sleeping here?" Ricjards asked, he was still new to the horrors of war and was scared by the bodys that lay.

"Unless you can find a better place, Private." the Commisinar answered, "You take first watch, Moorfoot, take second and Carl take forth. Keep alert, we don't know whats out there.

OOC: Sorry, huge mistake on my part. I should have made it more clear that this was a second commander named O'Shovah. He is trying to overcome his cursed name by doing a great service to the Tau Empire. I'm really sorry I have now messed up your whole story, Kaor. If need be, I will play him as the first O'Shovah, although that is not what I intended.

EDIT: Double post.

An ork kommando mob, the famed, among orks, redskull kommandos led by boss Snikrot, had managed to get onto the planet shortly before it's fall to chaos. Thier mission was two part, check the planet to see about the possiblity of a good fight and to find someway off planet.

Snikrot had just returned from slitting a chaos marine sentries throat, "Boss, what we doin on this mud ball."
"Ghazeskul told us to find the grotty parts of the enemy so he could let loose the wrath of Gork and Mork on the puny funny 'ummies. Let's move out."

Verion paused to look around, then signalled to his comrades. The Black Angels, heving trekked the best par tof the day, avoiding the remaining Chaos forces, had finally reached the city limits. Once, this city had stood proud. Now, the Marine Sergeant looked over the burning hulk before him.

"A terrible sight," said Hanst, coming up behind him. His voice was soft, yet authoritive. Revered in the Chapter, having fought his way out from a deadly Eldar cross-fire with only fifty men, against a force many times their size.

"Yes. Many people lost their lives to the Despoilers whim here"

"Yes. And they shall be avenged. The Champion will be defeated here."

"Is that not our mission?"

"Yes... but first, we must search for survivours. They may give us useful information"

With that, the squad began to pick their way through the ruins of this once proud city, stripped to it's bones. Steel, adamantium. That was all they saw

The small force of Chaos Space Marines looked northwards. They had climbed the mountains only to find patrol of other Chaos Marines iin the narrow roads and passes. But to the north a ruined city lied, already destroyed by the rampaging forces of Chaos. It was unlikely that they had left any scouts among the ruins as it was of little strategical importance.

Ammon zick-zacked across the street, dashing for cover and checking all the windows and doors. Once the street was cleared Ariel and Thrice-cursed cleared a skyskraper on the corner. It was empty except for a few corpses that was all that was left of the Imperial forces that had defended the area. They took shelter on the top floor, barricading all the windows and all the doors except one.

Ahead of the battlesuits, the city limits smoked, testimony to the brutal fight to the death between the Chaos and Imperial forces that occured here.
We must not allow this to happen once again to the Tau, as it did when the four castes were fighting prior to the arrival of the Ethereals, O'Shovah thought. Hopefully, what I bring back can round up my namesake and his followers in the Farsight Enclaves once and for all. The name O'Shovah will once again be celebrated, not despised.
He shook his head, returning to the task at hand. "Vre'Shi, scout the area around this skyscraper of the Gue'la, the rest of you, come with me to the top floor." He gunned his jetpack, and sped up with five others to the roof, entering through a hatchway. "Secure all exits, this will be our home until we can reconnoitre the area and identify possible allies. For the Greater Good." The Shas'vre replied, and quickly began their duties. Two unpacked the supplies they had brought for a protracted stay on the planet, two took up posts at the windows, surveying for danger with their plasma rifles, ready to shoot at anything or anyone that came too close. The last veteran, along with the one who had returned from scouting after finding nothing of interest, secured both the doors, making the top floor a virtually imregnable bastion of defense from which the Tau would make their next move.

Soo many long intro posts! I keep mine nice and simple lol (but just because I'm lazy). Yep, I'm from England. Anyway...

IC: The brood followed the tracks into the heart of what was the city, now, it was only ruins. The Broodlord stopped, sniffing the air. The men had stopped and were now resting somewhere in the city. It was dark, so they crept forward, hugging the shadows, until the saw someone walking, probably keeping guard over the rest of the genestealers' prey...

Oh yeah, Aust? Are your men imperial guard or marines? I'm guessing imperial guard cause they don't call each other brother! You've probably said but, like I said, I'm lazy!

OOC: British as well. I know Stuffing your face in real life.

IC: The trio were walking back to their ship. The Eldar and Night Stalkers had left not too long ago, but they had stayed for a little longer as this planet was mostly safe. They were on their way now.
"Those guns you have, do you mind if I take a look?" Paleneus was asking Talion. He gave them to him, "Wow, I've never seen anything like this. They are like normal bolt pistols, yet very different"
"That," Talion was pointing to a strange contraption on top of them, "Is a charger, you might say. When I hold that button down, the gun compresses air. The longer I hold it, the more air is compressed, but I can't fire while I do that. I can then shoot them, and that compressed air is fired along with the bullet. It can destroy almost anything if I hold it long enough. However, the longer I hold it, the greater the chance of it basically exploding when I shoot it. I never hold it down for long, and therefore it has never exploded when I've used it. When they were making them however, there was an unfortunate accident. Someone held down the button too long, and, well, you can guess what happened"
"Does anyone else use these?"
"Not that I know of. They weren't sure which temple to place me into, and then they made these weapons. They needed someone to try them out in the battlefield, and I was a new recruit with a certain skill with firearms. They trained me in combat, as well as shooting the pistols, and these became my weapon. I have done numerous missions, with success in all of them, and when they discovered you were still alive they sent me out. They knew my skill, and were sure that I would be able to beat you, and the vindicare assassin that stood by your side," He then gestured at his brother, "But I guess they didn't expect that".
They were silent for most of the journey from then on, with Paleneus asking the occassional question about the Imperium. They finally arrived at the ship, and set off to whereever they ended up.

OOC: Guard.

IC: Richards turned and with the goggles that where strapped to his head the saw through the gloom and saw the genesteeler watching him, he pulled his rifle off his back and backed into the doorway.

He was scared, the many limbed alien had seen him, he was sure of that, but it wasn't coming any closer, yet.

He put the sniper rifle onto his shoulder and aimed carefully at the things head, then he squeezed the trigger and fell back as the rifles kick hit him like a mules kick.

The target was lost in the smoke, and a echoing bang echoed around room, waking the others, the Commisinar was on his feet immidetly. "What is it." He barked, pullling his plasma pistol from his belt.

"Enermy, sir, Alien." The rest of the men where on there feet now and there rifles where on there shoulders, they peered through the broken windows and the smoke towards the genesteelers.

"There's more than one sir." Mcson yelled, sptting the brood, he pulled his rifles trigger and sent another bullet the enermys way then threw the gun away and pulled out his laspistol and sword, the others fired and did the same, 5 brutally accurate shots heading the enermys way, followed by bursts of las Pistol fire.

The crack of a sniper rifle was clear in the ears of the Black Angels. They dropped, each covering a seperate angle. Slowly, they realised the shots were not coming towards them.

Hanst stood, and looked around, his enhanced vision picking up some thermal images... las-fire among them,"I see them... must be the Guard"

"Should we not help them?"

"I think we must. Any Imperial solider is an ally in this place"

The Marines picked up their weapons, and began to move towards the fighting. Eventually, they came upon the scene. Tyranids and Guardsmen, the latter of which were fighting for their lives. Hanst motioned to his sniper, one Battle-Brother Gerogi, whose crack shooting had saved them from certain death many a time. He nodded in turn, and went into a steady crouch, his camoline cloak moving softly around him. After a brief moment, his rifle cracked, the round sent on a one-way trip to the Xenos heart... if it had one. The recoil was not a problem for the Marine, who quickly adjusted his aim, aiming for the largest creature...

ooc: OK. I will rp as a mistake has somehow been made in the Tau Empire and i have been led to believe that thed rebel O'Shovah is on this planet when infact he is not

ic: The kill team moved silently towards the city. It was ruined from the Chaos occupation. Now no more than a skeleton, it was dead. Wind could be heard in between those towering mountains of metal. Vre'J'karra stopped, listening intently. O'Or'es moved up towards him to see why he had suddenly stoped as still as if he was a stone. Then he heard it as well. Vre'J'karra confirmed his thoughts

"Gunfire, very faint, possibly Gue'la." He muttered, trying to avoid losing his concentration. "And something else. Bestial, not speech." He looked at his commander, they both had the same thoughts. There were not just Tau on this planet.

After a moments contemplation, O'Or;es gave Vre'J'karra his command. "We will remain here. Move towards the gunfire. Do not in any circumstance engage. Go for the Greater Good." His command was final, there could be no argument. Although O'Or'es was a skilled commander he was highly tempremental and unorthadox for a Tau. some said it was what made him great, others said it was something deeper. Nobody, not even O'Or'es knew the truth.

What was that? the sorcerer said. The sound of fire disturbed the silence of the night.
Ammon aimed his bolter through the window towards the street. A few hundred metres away there was a group of Genestealers, las-fire rained upon them and cut holes in their ranks. Suddenly, another crack was heard as a sniperrifle was fired.
Tyranid Genestealers, sir. They're attacked by Imperials. Ammon reported.
What kind of Imperials, Ammon?
I can't se sir, but the lasfire indicates that the Guardsmen are present.
Good, they're often not as zealous as the Adeptus Astartes. See if you can take some of the Tyranids out, but do not reaveal our position. the Sorcerer said quietly. Ammon crouched behind the window, used the frame to stabilize his aim, and then fired a singel shot before retreating back into the shadows. He repeated this ten times before the Sorcerer was satisfied.

Sorry, double post again.

OOC: I'm from the US, but I'll use metric since it's the main international system and it's better.

IC: O'Shovah was awakened with dull booms in his ears. The tau on guard, Vre'Shi, was shaking the others to wakefulness. Soon they were all clustered around the buildings, gazing in the direction of the city center, where wisps of smoke quickly evaporated in the harsh glare from the twin suns. the dull thudding continued.
O'Shovah said, "That is gunfire that we are hearing, from the city center. A skirmish must be in progress between several rival factions. We must go and see what we can do. Come, time is of the essence. For the Greater Good!"

"For the Greater Good!" came the chorusd reply, as they sealed up the room and got moving, remaining low so as not to appear on the city horizon as they sped along above the streets of the ruined city. The shots came louder now. They landed, and moved behind intervening cover between them and the kill zone, however they were still a long-range plasma rifle shot away, which was probably why they hadn't been noticed so far.
O'Shovah looked over the barrel he was behind, and saw several Tyranid Genestealers being fired upon by Imperial troops and marines.In a split second decision, O'Shovah decided to aid the Imperials; after all, Tyranids were a known enemy to all sentient species.
"OPEN FIRE!" he shouted through the intercom, and four shas'vre and himself laid a whithering barrage on the genestealers from twin-linked plasma rifles. The expert shooting of the veterans, plus the power of the plasma rifles, was sure to do some hefty damage. Meanwhile, Vre'Shi, equipped with a flamer, was inching closer while taking advantage of all cover.

The Marines stopped their fire, and watched the scene unfold beneath them. Xenos, Guardsmen... and also a sniper from another faction, who they couldn't locate.

The ship landed on a planet, a seemingly deserted planet. When they got off, their eyes met a horrific sight. Men and aliens lay sprawled across the ground, all obviously dead. Paleneus walked over to examine the scene.
"What happened here?" No reply. He turned round, and saw both Haries and Talion straining to hear. He kept quiet.
"I hear gunshots. Quite far away" It was Talion speaking.
"Yes, so do I"
"We should hide the ship," Paleneus told them, "If there are others on this planet, we better make sure we can keep our transport" Paleneus got back into the ship, and hid it inside a small clump of trees, while the other two scouted ahead.
When Paleneus returned, the assassins had agreed on what direction the noise was coming from. They began to head over there.

OOC: What time of day is it? I can't remember if it has been mentioned before. I guess its night, but I better make sure.

OOC: I suppose it's around midnight.

The noise of gunfire got louder and louder. It seemed more and mare parties joined the fray. Vre'J'karra could see Nids, Marines, Imperial Guard and Tau. He could see Tau but not the destinctive armour of O'Shovah. He reported back O'Or'es. "I have multiple forces, including Tau involved in a firefight. I cannot see O'Shovah. Wait, the firefights moving this way, I must retreat."

O'Or'es - "Retreat as far as necessary, I am coming with the kill team. Those Tau are probably connected to O'Shovah. We must capture one. If the firefight is big anybody else will also be flocking to the battlezone. Remain sharp."

After giving commands to others in the kill team, O'Or'es and his group of warriors moved into the drakness of the night, ready for combat and to complete their mission.

The redskulls continued to snake throught the shattered city till they were overlooking the battle site.
"Da freakies and da ummies are fightin."
"Watch them, oif the ummies are losin, iffn we save um then they tull what we needd." Snikrot replied

Austin heard mroe firing coming from around the sight, "Pull back!" He yelled to his men, dragging them back into the room. "reload." It the order was dull,

He listeed to the sound of firing, "Bolters." He said, "The Adeptus Astartes are here, as are, I balive some other force. I shall not venture out, we shall wait for the firing to die down. McSon and carl, watch the windows, fire if you see an enermy but otherwise just observe.

He looked down at Richards, the boy was shaking visably, he was looking down at the lasgun in his hands as though it was some foregin creature. Of course, this was his first time in a fight.

The steely hand slapped down on the boys shoulder, "Well done lad, well done, i think you got one of the bastards."

As the firing died down, Hanst and his squad moved out of their building, giving the open area a wide berth, before coming up on the building that he had seen the Guardsmen retreat into. They crept softly along the rear wall, before entering through a breach in the steelcrete wall. Their boots mde no noise on the tiled floor, which was littered with Chaos and Guardsmen beyond belief. Occasionsally, they saw and took ammunition they could use, such as from an abandoned heavy bolter position. Scavenging, living off what they could find... The Black Angels had been designed for this.

Eventually, Verion held up his hand, making the others freeze where they were. Up ahead, they saw a figure, large for any human. Hanst called softly,"For the Emperor!"

Sir, some Space Marines are crossing the street. reported Ammon
Damn! Stay quiet everyone, they must not detect us.

As soon as the Adeptus astartes had entered the building where the Guardsmen were hiding the Chaos Marines left the building they had been hiding. The battle would attract Khorne, and they didn't want to be there when he appeared. They sneaked up along the street, hiding in the shadows and the alleys before dashing for cover, heading for the north-east corner of the town. The path they had chosen would take them right beside the building the Imperials had occupied but they had no choice but to continue.

The kill team moved swiftly. Even with infra-red, it took a moment to spot the stealth suit. He was viewing a battle below, Marines, Nids and Tau. As O'Or'es moved along side Vre'J'karra gave him a report. - "The Imperial Guard fled into the building the Marines are entering. That'll mean the nids turn on the other Tau. Their was at least one Chaos warrior with a sniper rifle but he has left."

O'Or'es - "I need them alive and at least one captured. Ui'run, come over here. I need you to highlight targets with your markerlight while we take them out." Turning from the young Tau, O'Or'es beckoned his bodyguards and gun drones near. "We will jump down, aiming at the genestealers. Vre'J'karra will provide covering fire. Ui'run will highlight targets, and if necessary also provide covering fire. If it does not go well jump back up here." Momentarily, he turned to look over the edge then said "We will kill these foul creatures. For the greater good". He activated his jet packs and jumped, followed closely by his bodyguards and gun drones. The faint markerlight appeared on the broodlord and all fired at the creature.

The Chaos Marines heard the roar of jumppacks and looked to the sky. A group of Tau flew high above ground before they disappeared behind the buldings, obviously they had joined the battle against the Tyranids.

"Sir, somethings just entered the building." Carl shouted at Austin, "It's large, looks like a Marine sir. Not sure if it's ours or there's." Austin leapt to his feet,

"Where?" Carl pointed the the wall where he had seen Marines enter, Austin nodded and signaled that the rest of the regerment, all 3 of them, where to aim there rifles at the door, he himself sidled next to the door.

He heard a faint whisper and the sound of a armoured boot hitting the floor. He lapr out, powersword extended just as the Marine was about to enter the room "For the Emporer!" He yelled, hoplding the shimmering blade at the Marines throat.

"Who the hell are you!"

Hanst spoke calmly,"I would suggest, Commisar, that you lower your sword, or my men will fire on you." As he spoke, he stepped into the light,"I am Chaplin Hanst, of the Black Angels. We are your allies!"

"I am sorry, but i could not be too careful, my regerment has been attacked once tonight, and I was not going to let it happen again."

He turned back to the Guardsmen in the room and yelled at them to stand down, "There is the smell of chaos about this whole thing, I don't like it. I have been in many battles but this is the most desprate situation I've been in."

"And well you should be. This world will no doubt be subject to Exterminatus once the Imperial Navy gets here... and I would advise you to keep your voice down. There are many forces in this city, most of them hostile Xenos, or even worse, Chaos themselves"

The kommandos continued to watch the general melee watching the forces and decided to see if they could out a way to get in touch with the 'ummies, 'peacefully'.

ooc: is this night or day?

Quiet! the Sorcerer hissed. Thrice-cursed had accidentaly knocked a trashcan over with one of his claws.
Scatter and take cover! Ariel, you take position beside the door.

OOC: I think it's around midnight.

"And well you should be. This world will no doubt be subject to Exterminatus once the Imperial Navy gets here... and I would advise you to keep your voice down. There are many forces in this city, most of them hostile Xenos, or even worse, Chaos themselves"
"I thought I smelled there foul stench around here, curse them, this is mroe serious than I thought, I've already had to excicute one man for mutany."

OOC: It was night, I'd guess near to sunrise now.

IC: The genestealers knew they were beaten, but then, sensing confusion with the imperial allies, took the opportunity to sneak away into the shadows. They had escaped with minor injuries. 2 of their 13 were killed, another 2 injured, not too bad considering they should have all died. The Broodlord hissed in defiance before slinking away, following his brood.

OOC: Damage reports please? It should be easier in this one cause no one has many people!

"Good, your zeal befits your position as a Commissar*Looks around*We should try and hold this position until daybreak. I have some heavier firepower with me, that may be useful. Also, whilst we are here, what is your reason for....*hears a noise*Everybody, weapons up!"

Around him, the entire squads weapons came up, bolts clicking. Ready for action

Ariel, Thricecursed and Azrael, you enter and clear the first room. Ammon and I will cover you. the Sorcerer ordered. The armoured boots of the Chaos Marines hit the floor. Speed was more important than stealth when clearing a room and the stomping echoed in every floor of the building. Ariel went for the far right corner, Azrael took the far left and Thricecursed concentrated on the middle.
Room clear! shouted Azrael, hoping to give the enemy the impression of a larger force. The marines formed a line behind the next door and Azrael slowly opened it. Inside were the Imperial forces, a group of Guards and some Marines.
Drop your weapons! Azrael shouted.

OOC: RL have you ever heard of God moding? Becasue that is basically what you're doing

Hanst smiled,"Not likely, traitor!" His bolt pistol came up, blazing, whilst around him the other members of his squad opened fire. The heavy bolter was carrying mass reactive rounds, which detonated across the carapace of the enemy armour, more likey than not causing damage to the wall and door more than the enemy. The bolt pistols roared in the enclosed space, a deafnying noise combined with the high-pitched whine of chainswords being activated

OOC: I posted I entered the building and searched one room and, finding the first room empty, moved on to the room where you are. How is that a godmod?

OOC I reread it, sorry. But, really, your tactics aren't really gelling. For example, you said 'trying to give an impression of a much larger force', then opened the door slowly. Assualt teams don't work like that, you've got to maintain the illusion.

OOC: Yes, that was a mistake. I were distracted by my younger brother who asked what ''långsamt'' is called in English (As you may guess, långsamt is Swedish for slowly).

OOC: Surprisengly enough, I don't speak Swedish

OOC: Still logic tells you that if I mixed up quickly and slowly because my brother asked what the English word for långsamt is, then långsamt probably means slowly.

OOC: You really expect me to be paying attention on a bank holiday? I'm just lazing around with little to do atm. Did my exam revision this mornin

OOC: Suddenly I know what our teacher feels like around 3 o'clock.

IC:
The bolterfire made large holes in his armour, yet he didn't fall back. Ariel came up behind him and fired the flamer, providing some cover while Azrael made his way towards the Imperial chaplain. He tried to grab him with his powerfist in order to hold him still to chop his head off with the axe.

The tyranids had fled. O'Or'es turned to the other Tau. "Warriors in service of the rebel commander O'Shovah. You can either come freely or fight your way out. You may notice a markerlight the apparent leader of your squad. If you do not come he will be the first to die. What will you do?"

"The shooting's stopped" This was Haries talking
"If they aren't fighting, they are more likely to look around them. Be very quiet and stick to the shadows," Paleneus was giving the orders, "We can both see in the dark quite well. Do you have a flashlight?"
"Yes, on both my guns" Talion replied
"Good. Don't switch them on yet, but if we get into a firefight try and use them to blind the enemy. Move out!"
They ran towards the nearest shadows, under cover of some sort of ruined building. They then began to sneak round, with Paleneus leading the group and Haries taking up the rear. Its a shame that Talion has no night-vision, Paleneus thought, Once we get out of this, I need to try and change that. If he is becoming a permanent member of our army, he will need to be like the rest of the men

The genestealers, learning from their past mistake, kept a very good distance away from the humans while watching them. Hopefully, the plan would be successful, but it would be best to stay away until then. The Broodlord yanked out a nearby bush and hid himself in it in a rather comical fashion. The rest of the brood followed his lead, and a trailof bushes crept away into the darkness...

Sorry, just had to add some light comical relief to the story!

The orks were watching the tyranids, from a distance, with thier moving bush tactics and laughing thier asses off, but doing thier best to stay silent.

OOC: Suddenly I know what our teacher feels like around 3 o'clock.

IC:
The bolterfire made large holes in his armour, yet he didn't fall back. Ariel came up behind him and fired the flamer, providing some cover while Azrael made his way towards the Imperial chaplain. He tried to grab him with his powerfist in order to hold him still to chop his head off with the axe.

The entire unit moved out of the way of the flame, but not quite fast enough. It clipped Vorien, and burnt Hanst's left forearm. He ignored it, and swung his crozius to block the clumsy strike by the Chaos warrior. He offered a silent prayer to the Emperor, thanking him for allowing Hanst the vision to use Scout armour. It gave him the additional maneuvering capacity that power armour lacked, making him fast. And unburdened as he was simply made him faster still.

He crashed the crozius' blade into the axe handle of this traitor, whilst bringing his pistol to bear. The Black Angels had been designed to fight Chaos, and here they could fulfill their duty. All around him, the squad resumed their fire, Vorien throwing a frag grenade throught the open breach, whilst yelling at the Guardsmen,"FALL BACK!"

Hanst grinned sardonically, his shaved scalp glinting in the light from the explosions, and he uttered the battle-cry of the Black Angels,"Never Forgive! Never Forget!"

McSon went down as the flamer spewed it's unholy flame, his flak jacket burning. The Commisinar jumped abckwards from the gout of flame and dragged the boy under it, drawing his plasma pistol as he fell.

4 rifles went off as the rest of the regermnt fired at the marines in the doorway. Austin pulled the trigger of his plasma pistol and the ancent weapon spat forth it's beam of plasma right into the cheast of one of the unholy worrors breastplates.

"Retreat!" he cried, as his men once again threw away there rifles and opened fired with there laspistols, the room was a hellish combination of smoke and flame, mixed with the wining of bolter bullets, and the flash of las and plama discharges.

The Guardsmen spilled out of the room, there swords in there hands, they immidetly took up covered positions, firing into the doorway. "Head count!" Austin called, as he ducked behind a rock. He stood and fired another plasma shot into the doorway, to join the hundreds of las bolts that where entering the room through the doors and windows.

"4, sir!" Came the reply, "I saw Macson go down, and Richards is still in there." The captain sighed, it seem that the boy was dead.

But he wasn't dead, as the Commisinar had thrown him backwards, he had rolled towards his rifle, he had picked it up, fired and then leapt out of the way of a stream of flame. He had then retreated into one of the other rooms, and he lay in the cover of the walls, watching as the flame licked the doorway.

He was desprately reloading his rifle, stumbing through the motions through nerves and fear. he poked his head round the doorway, fired at a marine, wether it was freindly or not he didn't know and then withdrew again.

Azrael threw his broken axe at the Commisar before a plasma shot hit him in the chest and stunned him, a lasbeam penetrated the helmet and he fell.
Ariel withdrew into the first room as the frag grenade was thrown but Ammon was hit by the shrapnel and was wounded in the knee. He slowly dragged himself out of the room but was hit several times.
Fall back! shouted the Sorcerer and the marines withdrew out of the building and back to the streets.

OOC: Sorry, I wasn't able to get on for a while.

IC: O'Shovah spun around, to see fellow Tau. However, his cry of relief was caught short when he saw a markerlight on his chest. He looked up and saw a fellow Tau commander and several other battlesuited warriors, all with Tau weaponry pointed at his squad. "I am afraid that the Shas High Command has made a dreadful mistake," O'Shovah said, steeling himself to make the explanation of his name he had been forced to make all his life. "I am not the rebel Commander Farsight, but another of the same name. I hope to eventually remove the infamy of my name, but as of now the terrible insurrection of one of our best commanders has been hard to forget. I am on a highly secret mission for the Greater Good of the Tau People with my squad, but as you can see, now is not the time to divulge in lengthy conversation. Gunfire has been emanating from the building where the Imperials were, and the Tyranids have now fled due to your timely assistance, but are no doubt not far away. I urge our two groups to work together for the Greater Good, as this is quite a perilous situation. We may discuss more in depth at a later point." He waited for the response of the other Tau Commander.

O'Or'es - "I am sorry about the mistake. Will you divulge your mission because I shall help you to achieve it in the name of the greater good? Wait... one of my men has contacted me, he has seen something on infra red, possibly Imperial assassins and Marines."

*To the surrounding area* - "Imperials. I know you are out their. My men have you located you and we will fire on your location if you do not come out. State your name and business."

Hanst heard the Tau shout out,"Tau! I am Chaplin Hanst of the Black Angels. Why the hostility?"

Rafael watched from the top of the multi-storey comlpex. The factions had had their firefight, now was the aftermath of negotiations. He had seen this process many times before, it was a valuable way of finding out where each groups' loyalty lay. He could see the Chaos had retreated, as had the Guardsmen and Tyranids. Now the Tau and the Marines remained. He had studied these Marines in the past - the Black Angels. He was unsure of their loyalty to the Emperor, they had collaborated all too willingly with aliens on more than one occasion. Their reaction to the Tau would be intriguing, and if he was lucky may even require a report. If he was lucky. The upper levels of the Ordo Hereticus was becoming more and more wary of handing Excommunicate powers to Inquisitors, and he may face opposition. He would see. The door opened behind him and Lieutenant Dukov entered. Dukov was formerly of the 301st Archronian Dragoons, but had been re-assigned ffor his particular... qualities. He had been a valuable asset to Rafael thus far.
He bowed. "Inquisitor Rafael, I have rounded up the rest of the group, as you requested."
"Excellent Dukov. Bring them in."

"Of course, however, due to the proximity of possibly enemy forces, I believe it would be wise to wait and negotiate with the imperials for the moment. Perhaps it would be wise to cooperate with them for the Greater Good. They could prove useful."

Asutin reentered the building, it was a burnt out wreak of battle, he kicked a choas space marine body out of the way, it ahd been felled by his own plasma pistol adn someone elses laspistol.

McSons scorched body lay slumped against the wall, other than that there seemed to be no other deaths. The Marine leader seemed to be communicating with some other foce, his other men where scattered about.

"Anyone see Richards?" Austin asked, a horse shout sounded from the other room, the boy stumbled out, his face was blacked from flames and smoke and he was shaking and bloodstained.

"Bastards," He swore. Carl, the regerments medic ran over and cheaked the boy over, "He's alright, some 3rd degree burns and some bruising but other than that he's fine.

Austin whirled at the sound of metal behind him, one of the men was seaching the enermy corpse for money, another was seaching mcson with considerablely more sucess. "Get anway from it!" Austin warned, knowing that even the body of the scum of choas was dangerous.

He turned and set his men on guard.

Hanst spat on the ground, bandaging his wounds. He had a feeling that the Tau were going to become a problem... Black Angel forces were currently under the investigation of the Inquistion, who doubted their loyalty. If these Marines had been disloyal, they would have defected during the last Black Crusade.

He finished his work, and looked to Austin,"I take it you are all in good order?"

"1 man dead, one man slightly wounded, that takes our current operating capacity down to 5 men, including myself, I think the enermy lost 1 man with one heavly wounded. Where ready to move out if you want to."

OOC: I'm taking a comissinar=a caplin.

OOC: I don't understand your OOC comment

IC: Hanst holstered his bolt pistol,"We should leave via the back door. There are still hostile Xenos out there, and we cannot risk more man-power"

These Guardsmen could prove useful. And allies are always useful

Just a warning. I've got a plan for later in the game, but some might see it as godmoding! The thing is, i'm the minority! I cant forge alliances and Aust should never had spotted me in the first place - genestealers are masters of stealth and infiltration and one got spotted by an imperial guard!!! Anyway, plz don't say I godmode when this plan comes into action. That is all.

The redskull boys continued to slink toward the tau, primarily to spy on them.

ooc: even during the day the redskull orks use nightfighting rules, so they are nearly impossible to see.

How bad is it? asked the Sorcerer.
With some medical attention, he will be able to walk again. reported Ariel.
We don't have access to medical attention, remember? Or maybe you meant we should go and ask the Marines if we could borrow their bandages!? We betrayed the false emperor, at the siege of Terra we betrayed Khorne and joined Slaneesh's forces before we turned on him! Don't tell me you've forgotten why we are hiding!
Ariel didn't answer.
Ariel, you'll have to carry him.
The Sorcerer tore a piece of his robe and tied Ammon to Ariel, so that he still could fire his bolter over the Ariel's shoulder.

OOC: I did say, sir, to him so there equal rank.

IC: "I agree, however the scum of chaos left through that entrence and they may be waiting for us. I would stay here until the day."

That is your preogative. I have my own assignment to carry out, and I cannot babysit you and your men all night... However, I feel we would benefit from moving to higher ground.

The orks decided rather than visiting/spying on the Tau, to go visit the Chaos marines, they would probably have more info on where the weak points of the planets defence were anyways.

ooc: Rl could you have a CSM either wander slightly away from the main group or be on sentry duty.

"May I ask what that assignment is, currently I have no offical orders, so I could help. I am sure a regerment of guard, even a small elite one could help."

To Chaplin Hanst - "You cannot be too careful. Chaplin Hanst, I did not direct my shout towards you. I was aware of your presence in the building and I am not worried about it. My cry was directed to those other than of your Chapter skulking in the ruins with assassins. If you require aid I will help you as long as your mission does not have negative affects for my race."

To O'Shovah - "Sorry I had that to resolve. I will help you under the Greater Good. Shall we go to the aid of Chaplin Hanst if he so wishes?

To assassins (ooc: Varied Iguanas) - "I am aware of your presence. Why do you not come foward instead of risk battle?"

The Chaos marines hurried down the street towards the remnants of a building in the southeast corner of the city, since Ariel had to carry Ammon they couldn't move very fast but eventually they got there.

Thrice-cursed, you guard the west and north sides, I'll take east and south. said Alazar the Sorcerer.

OOC: Anything to be able divide and conquer.

"Excellent" Snikrot said as he saw the CSM split up, "Take him hard and fast." Pointing to Thrice-cursed, the redskulls slid throught the terrain heading toward the targeted marine. Using thier renowned skills of stealth and thier skills as 'backstabbers' they crept to within a few meters of the target marine before attacking with speed to bind and gag the marine, he had time to get off possible a shout and shot before he was bound, gagged and pulled into the shadows.

OOC: Thrice-cursed is the mutated one with claws instead of arms but you probably used adamantine wire ;)

IC:
Thrice-cursed felt strong arms grip him and bind what was left of his arms. A distinct smell polute the air and in the remnants of his crazy mind a memory came forward. The memory was a frozen picture of horror: His squadmates slaughtered by the green horror that was the Orks. An assault order had been issued to his troops, they were a hundred against an entire Waaagh!. They were supposed to keep the Orks busy until the planetary governor and his staff could be evacuated. None survived except him, this was what really had made him doubt the Emperer's divinity. But that didn't matter now as all he could do was to shout ORK! before he was hit in the head and dragged away.

"May I ask what that assignment is, currently I have no offical orders, so I could help. I am sure a regerment of guard, even a small elite one could help."
Hanst paused,"Alright... our mission was to eliminate the Chaos leader on this planet by any means. We are currently tracking them, but help would be useful"

OOC: SE, I'm not the leader of the occupation, but rather a renegade force of Chaos.

OOC: Whoever said I was hunting you?

OOC: Just got the impression.

OOC: *Wags finger*Tut tut. No, I'm not hunting you... although any dead traitor is good to the Black Angels

OOC: And I've betrayed both the Unholy Emperor of Primates who share a close relationship with monkeys and the Not-so-ruining Forces of Chaos! I'm so dead :headbang:

"That seems like a sound decision," O'Shovah said. "However, we must also watch out for these assassins, not to mention the Chaos and Tyranids which may show up once again." Raising his voice, he shouted, "Comissar Hanst, my fellow commander and I are willing to help you for the time being, provided it does not interfere with our own plans." O'Shovah also gestured to his squad, and they formed a defensive formation with guns trained outward on where the assassins were.

The genstealers were circling what was the battle zone. They saw their target. The experiment should be able to go ahead as planned...

"That seems like a sound decision," O'Shovah said. "However, we must also watch out for these assassins, not to mention the Chaos and Tyranids which may show up once again." Raising his voice, he shouted, "Comissar Hanst, my fellow commander and I are willing to help you for the time being, provided it does not interfere with our own plans." O'Shovah also gestured to his squad, and they formed a defensive formation with guns trained outward on where the assassins were.

OOC: I h8 it when ppl get me and the Guard mixed up. its CHAPLIN Hanst

Lol, just a brief question. Where is everyone now, as in geographically? You'll see why I want to know soon.

WOOO! This is my 101st post! Sorry to be over-excited!

OOC: My Marines are now on the uppermost floor of the building they are occupying with the Imperial Guard (Aust). They are covering the open area outside

OOC: I'm in the south-east in a ruined building (the roof's gone, only the lowest floor remains and 75% of the walls are down.

Once the orks had dragged/carryied thier captive a resonable distance away from where it's companion, the boss asked "So, are you willing to talk?"

ooc: the orks are near the chaos forces

the marine is still gagged so he has to nod/shake his head

Thrice-cursed looked into the eyes of his captor, he was Ork.
Upon hearing the Ork's question he fiercly shook his head.

OOC: Oh no, he shoke his head! How dramatic :rolleyes:

;)

"Dang 'ummie protectin this planet from the might of the Waaaaaaagh." Snikrot grumbled

Thrice-cursed smiled on the inside as he heard the comment, he had abandoned humanity long ago.

"So boss, what we do with this 'ummie?" one of the orks asked
"Tie it up tighter and lets go look for a new 'ummie who might tell us what we want."
The orks busied themselves with binding the CSM tighter, before seeming to vanish before his eyes.

ooc: all orks consider all humans/those that started human as 'ummies
I'd have thought he would have lept at the chance to betray the other chaos on the planet

Damn Orks! I must warn the others, but how? Thrice-cursed pondered this question until his rotten mind came up with a brilliant solution: Using his claws to tear the ropes apart! But alas, his claws had been turned inwards and he was, after tens of rather comically futile attempts, forced to abandon the idea. He began to think about how to free himself, and didn't make any progress I might add, to ask someone so mad to come up with something is like asking a calculator to come up with the answer for Life, the Universe and Everything.

OOC: Thank God (whomever you may worhsip) for Douglas Adams.

OOC: What if you're athiest? :D

OOC: Then you take it as the figure of speech it is and start roleplaying.

A few minutes after the orks left to look for a new captive to interrogate a gust of wind happened to knock a dead SM's power sword down and cause it to fall about 2 feet away from Thrice-curse with the blade pointed toward him.

Thrice-cursed jumped as the powersword fell. He stared at it for a moment, there was something he should do right now, he knew it. He thought he'd better go and ask Alazar what it was, tried to get up and remembered his feet was tied. He tried to untie his shoelaces, remembered he didn't have any and also remembered what had happened. He continued to stare at the powersword before he found a sharp piece of glass and began to rub the ropes against it. Soon he was free and ran down to his comrades with only one goal: To ask Alazar what he should do with the powersword.

OOC: It's not easy being mutated.

The orks having found where the other CSM where couldn't find one that had wandered away from the others like the one they had caught had done and sat and waited for an oppertunity to present itself.

Are you alright Ammon? asked Alazar.
Sir, my legs are ten pounds heavier due to the amount of shrapnel I got in them, I will probably not be able to walk again and I seriously don't want to get caught by Chaos. I'm not OK
I'll leave you alone for the moment, shout if you want something.
Alazar left the room where Ammon layed, it wasn't so much a room as an area beside one wall since every other wall was almost, if not completly, razed.

"So the 'ummies left another 'ummie, you know what ta do boys." The orks slithered down and headed toward where the marine that was alone was.

What in the name of all things considered holy? said Ammon and grabbed his bolter as he saw a pair of red eyes appear in the dark. A voice from the other side of the building was heard:
Did you say something Ammon?
But Ammon had no time to answer before he was silenced by two strong hands with extremly dirty fingers and ragged of into the shadows.

One minuit later Thrice-cursed arrived and asked Alazar what to do with the powersword.
What powersword?
The powersword that fell two feet away from me when I were tied
Who tied you? asked Alazar patiently, this wasn't the first time Thrice-cursed had made things up but as Thrice-cursed began to tell the story Alazar became less confident and more worried. A quick look into Ammons chamber confirmed his suspiciouns.
Thrice-cursed, can you show me where you found the powersword?
Thrice-cursed nodded and Alazar ordered Ariel to gear up and follow them.

Rafael surveyed the group before him. To the left was Dukov, a grin on his face at the motley crew he had brought in. There was Alvaro Nunez, former marine of the Raven Guard, discharged for being over zealous. He stood nearly 8 feet tall in his sleek, black power armour. He had a jet-pack, but its limited fuel meant it was rarely used. Large adamantium claws were attached to the back of his fists, which gripped bolt pistols.
To his left stood the Executioner, a former Adeptus Mechanicus enforcer. He was a good 7 feet in height, and was dressed in full black robes, his gruff, unshaven features hidden under his hood. He carried twin, curved power blades, stolen before he was chased from Mars. In his robes he carried all sorts of instruments and gadgets, which Rafael did not particularly wish to experience the uses of.
Next was Cesar Ramirez, another former Guard. Rafael did not know his past, but he knew he was loyal, and his deadly aim and razor-sharp sight made him very effective with the long-rifle he carried. He was dressed in light armour, with a camo-cloak draped around his shoulders, a killer's stare in his eyes.
Rafael smiled. He had the perfect combat group, minus one member, who would be found in time. He looked back out the window. The Marines did not seem to be co-operating with the Xenos too much. That was fortunate for them. He turned back to the group. "Check your weapons, we leave soon."

OOC: I'm on the 8th floor of a high rise building close to where the fight happened.

The orks picked up and hefted the CSM to a place close to where they had taken Thrice-cursed. Once they were there and the CSM was nice and tied the boss asked him "So you more willin ta talk then the other 'ummie?"

ooc: Holy? shouldn't it be unholy?

Hanst sat with his back to the wall, talking to Vorien,"What do you think, Brother-Sergeant?"

"The Inquisition? The events on that planet were neccesery."

"Now, we are being accused of being heretical, and disloyal to the Holy Emperor."

"Fools. The chapter has proven many times how seriously we take our vows. The Despoiler would have won Cadia had we not held back his reinforcements"

"We know that... but does the Ordo Herticus?"

"Obviously not"

Ammon considered the situation, he would never be able to walk again, he had been captured by Orks and his ''friends'' hadn't even tried to help him. He nodded slowly.

OOC: He said ''all things considered'' as if there would be anything holy beside the Emperor, in other words he don't think he's holy but know that some people consider him to be while other think that other things are holy, and are in to the same degree (reality and truth is defined by what we wish to it to be).

"So what the weaky points of the planet?" Snikrot asked as one of the orks who happened to be nearly as much a mad dok as a kommando began looking at Ammon's legs and at the surrounding metals and materials.

ooc: the one ork may be giving him a partially cybork body.

The whole planet is a weak point! There's hardly any resistance left! said Ammon but soon noticed the mad dok that looked at his legs with great interest.
B... But I think the southern part of this continent is especially poorly defended, the planet has been conquered only recently and the planetary defences can't have been repaired so soon. Urban areas aren't rare so there will be a lot of infantry fights he said desperatly.

OOC: Last post for tonight.

While the CSM was talking an ork was making some orkish glyphs on some 'paper' that looked more like tanned eldar skin than anything else, while the kommando with mad dok inclinations began pulling tubes, hunks of metals and a variety of other things from the rubble as well as pulling out a large 'staple gun'.

ooc: so is that a go ahead on the dok repairs?

O'Shovah's senses were alert, and he suddenly realized how precarious the position his squad and O'Or'es squad were in. They were out in the middle of the street, overlooked by a building stocked with imperials, with Tyranids on the loose somewhere near by. "commander, we must move. Now. For the Greater Good, we must get to a more tactically sound position. We can continue to conduct negotiations with the chaplin, (OOC: I got it right this time!) however, we need to get to some cover. I don't trust those imperials and I certainly don't trust Tyranids. I will lead the way to the top of that building, where we can regroup." O'Shovah pointed an arm affixed with a plasma rifle at the building n question, and took off. His squad followed, and quickly took up positions along the roof.

OOC: 42!

OOC: Go ahead with those ''repairs''

"Do you balive those that just attacked us are your target, if so we should persue them."

The genestealers saw the Orks surrounding something. Taking their chance, they snuk up on the green-skins and waited patiently somewhere were they COULD NOT BE SEEN! (sorry) One would wonder fomr the rest eventually...

Before long the genestealers grew impatient. The broodlord took a stone and gently tossed it to one side of their hiding place. Hopefully an ork would notice. They weren't the smartest creatures around, but the experiment would still work with one of them. Besides, a man-thing might emerge later on.

OOC: Sorry about not being able to get on. Its not easy with a mum in Australia and having to stay with my Dad who doesn't have a computer, let alone internet access.
I would just like to point out that I have a three-man force, the smallest by far, so they would be rather proffesional. On top of this, there's the fact that the Night Stalkers as a chapter were designed to be a giant kill team. They wouldn't fight in a normal battle, but would fight with other armies, by launching attacks that consist of attack, retreat, attack, retreat, etc. They are the masters of stealth, and these three especially (Talion has a disadvantage however, as he has to have night vision built into his helmet, rather than Haries and Paleneus who have it naturally).

IC: "Damnit, they've seen us", Paleneus was whispering.
"Don't worry," Haries replied, "I can see them, on top of the building to the north. Despite these buildings being ruins, they still have very thick walls. Just step behind these, and I highly doubt they will be able to see us". They began to edge behind the building, so as not to arouse suspicion. Talion looked up.
"Its approaching sunrise. We will lose our disadvantage if we stay much longer"
"Right, let's get out of here," Paleneus ordered, "I'm sure we can find somewhere to stay hidden. See those bushes over there? Head in that direction, and by all means stay hidden". They began to move over to the bushes, completely silently, and never moving from behind the building. Paleneus thought he saw one move a little, but guessed it was just the wind. If only he had been standing still, as he would have realised there was very little wind.

OOC: *cough* Nids *cough* :)

O'Or'es - "The assassins have moved behind heavy cover. They can't attack us but we can't attack them. I say we move into the building to talk to Chaplin Hanst. I'm sure his knowledge of an Imperial planet coul be useful."

*To ruins* - "You've saved yourself this time. I will find you and you will need to watch your back more next time."

*into comm device* - "Fall out. We are entering the Imperial held building. We have made a form of alliance with the Marines in there."

As one all got up and moved towards the building, then stopped after a few steps and turned, waiting for O'Shovah's party of warriors...

Ramirez turned to the Inquisitor as the party moved down another set of stairs. They were now on the first floor, and the sniper was looking out the window. "Inquisitor Rafael. The Tau are moving."
Rafael looked out the window. Sure enough the Tau were moving across the open street to where the Marines were holed up. Surely the Marines weren't actually going to communicate with the Xenos? Rafael returned to the group as the Tau halted in the street. "Brother Nunez, exit through the back door and make for the Black Angels held building. Keep out of sight of the Tau. When you make contact with the Marines, give them the following message." He handed a piece of paper to the Marine, who memorised it in seconds. Nunez then turned and with speed which belied his bulk ran down the stairs and out the back door.
Rafael looked next to the Executioner. "Go to the ground floor, Dukov will go with you. Keep out of sight and observe the Tau movement. Do not make contact unless forced to. Do not attack at all without my express permission." Dukov grunted in reply and moved on, the Executioner following him with a quick nod to the Inquisitor.
He returned to Ramirez at the window. "When I give the signal, fire one round close to the head of the Tau leader. You must not hit him, we avoid conflict until necessary. They need not have reason to hate us." Ramirez nodded and brought the rifle to his shoulder, searching for a target for his distraction shot.

Outside Nunez scanned the street, and deciding it was clear darted across it at high speed, his feet making no noise, an unnatural gift for a Space Marine, born of his time with the Raven Guard. He approached the rear of the Black Angels building, and called in the door. "This is Brother Nunez of the Raven Guard, assigned to the Holy Inquisition. I am coming in, do not fire." With that he moved through the door, and spotting the Chaplin resting against the wall, moved to communicate with him.

O'Shovah turned towards O'Or'es, he was moving toward the Imperial Building. "Commander, my senses are buzzing, but I will accompany you with my team. However, I bid you to move with the utmost stealth. On second thought," O'Shovah glanced thoughtfully at the building, "Perhaps it would be better for my team to land on the roof. Then we can enter from two different directions, in case our allies prove untrustworthy. Of course, we will remain in touch via comm link. See you inside, I will keep in touch." O'Shovah flew off, beckoning to his team to follow. Just before Vre'Shi flew to the roof of the other building, he looked below, near the back of the building, and saw a flicker... but most likely it was nothing.

The battlesuits alighted on the roof of the Imperial building. Seeing an entrance, they moved up to it and took positions around it. "O'Or'es, we will enter when you do," O'Shovah said, gearing his Fusion Blaster to full power.

Hanst looked up as Nunez entered the door, and stared hard at the Marine. He had stated that he was working with the Inquistion... therefore he was scoping the Angels out. Still, they had nothing to hide,"I am Chaplin Hanst. Welcome to our 'abode', Battle-Brother"

The kommando/mad dok began stripping the armour off the legs of 'ummie. Once the armour was removed, the ork began checking the legs. Once it was determained the damage and needed repairs the ork began operating. A few hours later, in which the ork had been busy hacking, sawing ,welding, grafting, and tightening, the CSM with shattered legs now had a set of cybork/bionik legs. The ork then began welding and sticking the armour peices back on to the robo legs. The legs were painted red of course, confering on the CSM greater speed.
As the kommando/mad dok worked the other orks worked on picking up weapons/useful gear from corpses that were in the area.

ooc: reason for greater speed, orks believe red increases speed, so it does, at least for ork constructs

OOC: The armour were red from the beginning.

IC:
As the mad dok began sawing Ammon's legs off, a scream echoed in the dark alley. His comrades were lead astray by the many echoes and did not arrive until Ammon's legs had been fully replaced with the orkish contraptions.
Azrael raised his bolterpistol and said camly:
Get away from our comrade, ork, before I blast what rotten brain you may have out of your head and eat for breakfast.

ooc: yes but because it is now ork red it's faster

OOC: Oh, magic paint. Orks are indeed clever.

ooc: it actually works thought, vehicles painted red actually move faster than vehicles painted anyother colour. It's actually part of the ork codex.

It's only because Orks believe that it does. Somehow that makes it work!

BTW, have any Orks noticed my genestealers? They've now started throwing stones at u cause u ignored the earlier throw-the-stone-over-there trick!

OOC:So that's why Siths use red lightsabers.

No, that's y Darth Maul is painted red... but it didn't save him in the end....

OOC: Actually, that's just Lucas way of saying that he hates socialistic indians.

Have the orks noticed my sorcerer?

A few of the orks noticed the flying stones, so they decided to send them back where they flew from.

ooc: genestealers don't really look like they'd have the manual dexterity to throw stones
the location thriced lead to wasn't where the orks were, near it but not actually there.

OOC: They have mouths don't they?

Look, okay, here's the deal:
The genestealers are actually as strong or stronger than most humans. They also have WS 6, so they saw a passing Ork, grabbed him and knoched him unconcious before all jumpiong into bushes and creeping off.

OOC: I'm not ging to shout ''Godmod'', I'm not going to shout ''Godmod'', I'm not going to shout ''Godmod''...

ooc: you can abduct an ork but you ain't going to be abducting one of the redskull kommandos without permission and I havn't given it or set it up so it could happen.

Now back to the IC

Bump

Alright then! The genestealers didn't abduct an ork, instead...

IC: They crept over to where the Tau and Night Stalkers were communicating/about to start a fight and waited patiently, lowering their body temperatures by staying completely still and relaxing their heartbeats to almost nothing. They peered out from their hiding place, waiting to see how the 'communication' went.

Oh yeah: the whole body temperature thing is because I'm not sure if genestealers count as 'cold-blooded'.

"Commander O'Shovah. I agree with your plan. Wait a moment for me to charge my weapons."

Looking at the small creen on his arm, he saw the power bar fill up. He could unleash hell with one shot.

"I will now enter the building. Your jet packs will make noise so I would recommend that you wait until my team has fully entered the building. It could be seen as a hostile act."

O'Shovah answered on the intercomm, "Very well. My fusion blaster is powered and my team is wating by the upper entrance."

Nunez breathed a sigh of relief. They were still Imperial at least. He wouldn't have to fight his way out. "Reverant Chaplin, I bring a message from High Inquisitor Rafael of the Ordo Hereticus: 'He wishes to discourage you from communication with the Tau Xenos. He reminds you of the teachings of the Emperor. On countless worlds the Tau have killed our Honoured Brethren, and have enslaved human worlds in search of their so called 'Greater Good'. His Holy Inquisitor does not wish to have disagreements with any Space Marine, and would hope your presence on this planet would aid the Imperial Guard. He also wishes me to convey that if you collaborate with the Tau it shall be seen as a direct disobeyal of the Emperor's orders, which in the eyes of the Inquisition is heresy.' Heresy, honoured Chaplin. Surely you would not which to associate your noble Chapter with such activities?"

In the other building Ramirez followed the Tau with his scope. He glanced back to Rafael. Rafael spoke. "Fire a warning shot if they try to enter the building. We must try and wait for Nunez to get back."

Nunez breathed a sigh of relief. They were still Imperial at least. He wouldn't have to fight his way out. "Reverant Chaplin, I bring a message from High Inquisitor Rafael of the Ordo Hereticus: 'He wishes to discourage you from communication with the Tau Xenos. He reminds you of the teachings of the Emperor. On countless worlds the Tau have killed our Honoured Brethren, and have enslaved human worlds in search of their so called 'Greater Good'. His Holy Inquisitor does not wish to have disagreements with any Space Marine, and would hope your presence on this planet would aid the Imperial Guard. He also wishes me to convey that if you collaborate with the Tau it shall be seen as a direct disobeyal of the Emperor's orders, which in the eyes of the Inquisition is heresy.' Heresy, honoured Chaplin. Surely you would not which to associate your noble Chapter with such activities?"

In the other building Ramirez followed the Tau with his scope. He glanced back to Rafael. Rafael spoke. "Fire a warning shot if they try to enter the building. We must try and wait for Nunez to get back."

Hanst rose angrily,"You would accuse me of heresy? Me, a Chaplin of the Black Angels. Brother, where it not for us, Cadia would most likely have fallen to the Despoiler in his last Crusade! Whilst I appreciate the Inquistor's words of warning, to which my response is simple: I have no intention of working with Xenos any more than I have to. However, there are times that rules must be bent in order for a mission for the most Holy Emperor to succeed. But I doubt a man of the Ordo Hereticus would understand such a thing!"

His eyes were blazing,"If I am accused of heresy, then it is a false claim. I am here to destroy the Chaos champion on this world, and I will succeed by any means!"

Austin rose from where he had beem sitting, "I am Commisinar Austin of the Imperial Guard's 763,092 rifles. I have seen hertics in close combat and I have met and spoke with them, and I assure you, sir, that these marines are not hertics nor should you see them as such."

"I assure you friends I do not believe you to be heretics. I believe the Holy Inquisitor does not either, he is merely bound by duty to send you such a message, just incase. And none of my party is in any doubt to your contribution to the cause. We are honoured to be with you here. I suggest as the only Imperial units now known on this world we join together to purge the unclean. You remember our teachings don't you Brother Chaplin? We must move soon, Tau surround this builiding, and though their intentions may be honourable, I for one do not want to stay to find out. I assure you that relations with them are not advisable." He heard a metal clang from outside, the sound of a round impacting on a doorway. "I must depart now friends. If you wish to follow, I bid thee hasten. If not, I'm sure we shall meet again." Nunez turned and sprinted out of the building, careful not to be spotted by the Tau. He returned to the Inquisition building, his mind full of thought.

Moments earlier........ Rafael was becoming concerned. Nunez was taking too long. He tapped Ramirez on the shoulder, and pointed to the metal hatch the Tau battlesuit stood near to. "Hit it."
Ramirez gently squezzed the trigger, and round impacted with a dull clang. The Tau showed no outward sign of worry, but Rafael knew the signal would bring Nunez back. he hoped the Tau would not take it badly, it had not been meant with harmful intent. Rafael turned to greet Nunez as he entered. "Well Alvaro, what have we?"
"I know not, Holy Inquisitor, I know not."

As Nunez left, Hanst spat onto the ground, the acid eating slowly at the steelcrete,"Damn Inquistion! Damn the Ordo Hereticus!"

V -- What is the problem, Brother-Chaplin?

H -- The problem, Brother-Sergeant, is that the Inquisition now have our hands tied. The Tau may know something we do not, something that may contribute to the success or failure of this mission. I have served the Emperor for nearly five hundred years, and never failed him. I shall not this time. Sometimes, you must cooperate with those you would rather destroy

V -- Your zeal is commendable, but allow me to remind you of the Inquisitors words: 'It shall be seen as heresy'. If we are deemed heretics, then the chapter will fall into disgrace. We are already under investigation for previous events

H -- Of that I am well aware. Still,the Tau surround us, and the Imperial Guard are of little use. They have little firepower, and their tactics rely upon vast battalions of troops, not small units such as ourselves. Still, their fire support would be most useful... we shall take them with us. Is there a way out?

V -- Yes... down here*lifts a cover from a ladder in the floor*This was obviously put here as an escape route.

H -- Inform the Commisar that we are moving, and that he would most likely benefit from joining us

V -- Yes, Brother-Chaplin!

Vorien left the room, and hurried over to Austin,"We are leaving this place. Brother-Chaplin Hanst recomends that you join us, for your own safety

Hanst squeezed his tall, muscular frame into the small space afforded, and clambered down to the sewers. He looked around, allowing his enhanced vision to pick out the finer detail. He smiled,"Perfect"

Ammon looked at his new legs, they were indeed quite orkish, and then at the leader of the Orks.
What now? he asked.

Nunez sighed as he realised the Marines and Guard had not followed him. "They are not coming Inquisitor Rafael. But they did not seem that they would co-operate with the Tau."
"Very well Alvaro. Thank you. Go and get Dukov and the Executioner from downstairs." Nunez nodded and left, returning moments later with the two henchmen. Rafael spoke to the group. "We move now, before the Tau work out we were here. We shall try and link up with the Marines and Guard at a later stage. Let's go." Dukov turned and led the way down the stairs and out the rear door. He gave a sweep of the street and moved forward, the Executioner behind him. Nunez followed, with Rafael covering him. Finally came Ramirez, covering the rear with his compact Autogun. When they had reached the end of the street Rafael brought them to a halt.
"We need to find our sixth party member. You all know who we are looking for. Orks and Chaos are in the surrounding area, as are reported Tyranids. Be cautious. They all nodded in turn, and separated into their assigned parties. Nunez went alone, heading straight for the high-rise opposite them. Dukov and Ramirez went together in a sweep of the surrounding buildings. Finally the Executioner glanced at Rafael, and leapt away into a shadow alleyway, dissapearing from the Inquisitor's keen sights. Rafael smiled, he had quite a team. He turned, his face set. There was a sorceror in the area, he could feel his presence. Bring yourself to me foul creature. Feel the wrath of the Emperor.

O'or'es' kill team moved into the building. They knew that i tmight not be safe and were extremely careful. They started to sweep the area of the first floor. Empty. Battle had obviously been through here. O'Or'es called out "Chaplin Hanst. Where are you?" No reply. Into his comm he sent a message to O'Shovah, "I have not located any others but have sweeped the bottom floor. I am going to start going up floors one by one. I am ready for you to go to the top floor."

Snikrot grinned, showing his teeth, before gesturing with one hand and the orks appeared to almost disappear before Ammon eyes as the faded into the shadows.
As the orks moved away from the CSM, one of the orks asked why they just left the 'ummie.
"Easy, he tell other 'ummies and make it more fun."

Ammon watched as the Orks disappeared.
I must tell the others. he thought. This was unexpected.
He got up and noted to his surprise that the new legs didn't explode.
After an hour he found his comrades and told them what had happened.
We should find these Orks, they could prove to be powerful allies. Alazar said.

Austin nodded, "Where ready to go. And don't think that i didn't hear your comment about us being no use, it is true that the Guard does overuse the Sledgehammer to Crack a walnut tactics however some elite skirmishing units such as ourselves rely more on statagy and stelth, which is why we are armed with sniper rifles, las pistols and swords, instead of lasguns."

He turned and lowered himself into the sewer, he pulled on his ommibenoculars and peered around through the green haze. his men did the same so they could see in the dark. "Right, Carl, take two men and scout ahead, Richard you stay with me as the rearguard, you don't mind my men scouting ahead, Chaplin?"

We can see further than you. I will send one of my men with them*gestures to the sniper*Watch ahead, and call if you see anything

OOC: Kind of hard leaving the building before I get a chance to respond ,but oh well.

O'Shovah spun around as a bullet impacted with the metal hatch. "DUCK!" he roared into the intercom, as he and his team dropped to the roof. Vre'Shi crawled to the hatch, and examined the bullet. "This is of imperial make," he said. O'Shovah quickly rattled off a message to O'Or'es. "Commander, we have been shot at by imperials. However, we are sticking to the current plan, and will pursue once the building is cleared." O'Shovah beckoned to his team, and they blasted into the top floor of the building, moving cautiously. They were working their way down to rendezvous with O'Or'es, with weapons at the ready.

O'Shovah came to the first floor with his team, and saw O'Or'es. "Commander, the Imperials seem to have discovered another escape route."
"Over here!" said Vre'Shi, as he pulled up a hatchway leading down to, judging from the smell, the seewers.

OOC: After your pm stuffing-your-face, I am going to pretend that there was a little wind by the bushes, and that Talion apologises and tells me it wont happen again. :)

Paleneus, Haries and Talion were watching from a distance, where they wouldn't be disturbed.
"The Tau seem to be moving," Haries told the others. He had much better sight that the others, as he was a professional sniper assassin.
"Hmm? Where are they heading?" Paleneus asked
"They seem to be entering a building. I can't hear what they are saying, but-"
"I can" They both turned and looked at Talion
"I planted a small device nearby before we went. Thought it could be useful to know what was happening"
"Well?"
"They are trying to meet up with the marines. The thing is, marines and Tau never tend to get along that well. We'll just have to wait and see". He turned to look in the direction of the building.
"How good is this device you planted? Does it whirl round going beep occasionally?"
"No, nothing like that. It is completely silent, but not all that small. If someone wandered too close to it, they would notice. I think the nids and orcs are our biggest worries for that, as the others are all too busy to notice something like that," He turned back to face them, "Anyway, they may just mistake it for some rubble. It is quite an old model"
The trio smiled at that comment, and then went back into silence.

ARGH! My genestealers also just moved away to where u and the Tau were! Investigate if u want! But first:

The genestealers saw the Tau heading into the building, slowly the followed, still with minimal body temperature keeping very stealthy as is the genestealer fasion. (It's your Tau, Kaor!) They made very sure not to interupt the man-things conversation.

OKay, don't investigate!

The redskull kommandos moved throught the terrain, and happened on to the site where the guard/marine sentery/sniper and began watching them. Should either the marine or guardsmen look in the direction of the orks they would see what could be orks or shadows.

OOC: Theao... we are in the sewers

ooc: then assume that a large section of the street collapsed into the sewer and the orks are looking down on them.

OOC: Then post it!

The orks stumbled upon a hole in the ground in which a few 'ummies were standing while the orks spied on them.
ooc: it would have happened during the seige/attack on the planet

"I do not fear danger from ahead, but from behind, my freind. The Tau are still out there and it will not take them long to find our escape route. I would have soldered that hatch, or sealed it perminatly if we had had time."

He looked up as a beam of light seared down upon his face, he saw large hulking shapes in the gloom. "Orks!" he yelled pulling out his pistol and diving into cover, with his gun pointing towards the greenskins.

Then orks vanished over the lip of the hole, and a few seconds later a long stick with a white peice of cloth on the end slid over the edge and began moving back and forth, slowly but steadily.

H -- Orks surrendering? This is not right at all. Austin, we move off, and fire on them as we pass. They are Xenos, they will destroy us given the chance, they must be eliminated

O'Or'es - "I will send my stealth suit and pathfinder into the sewers. It will be better to explore them before going down. If you have any of your men you wish to send down I recommend you do it now. I am going to send my gun drones off as sentries."

Giving orders into the comms, he felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach. It rose till it was ringing in his head, unescapable. This happened to him in times of danger. He thought he coul dhere voices in the sounds in his head but could never be sure. They whisper to him, and he has to fight hard to ignore them.

"I agree, orcs do not surrender, ever, I have forght the greenskins too many times to trust them. We fire and then move on. I presume the tau are coming behind us so we had better do it quickly. I shall go first."

He stepped out, and fired the plasma pistol and the flag, setting it on fire then ran into the cover of the other side of the tunnel. Richard followed him, firing his lasgun up in the general direction of the orcs.

The genestealers saw the pathfinders heading off to the sewers. They crept ahead and found a suitable ambush point. As the went past, they grabbed the last one in the group, removing his helmet and knocking him unconciuos in one swift movement. Then they retreated to the shadows with their new victim...

OOC: There's actually only one pathfinder.

IC: O'Shovah pondered this, and said, "Now that your pathfinder has gone, I believe we should follow, they may get into a situation they cannot handle. For now, I will send my scout, Vre'Shi, into the tunnel." He signalled, and Vre'Shi slid down, making no noise as he hovered over the ground, and almost impossible to see. He sped off in the direction of O'Or'es' pathfinder.

Vre'Shi flew along, his Blacksun Filter allowing him to see well despite the darkness. He thought he heard something ahead, and slowed down. He activated the comm link, "Commander, this is Vre'Shi. I ave heard something ahead, and am proceeding with the utmost caution."

The ork with the flag grinned while thinking Silly 'ummies.

ooc: a white flag doesn't mean surrender, at least not traditionally, it mean truce, or a parley to talk.

Rafael tracked the crude Ork/Marine through the streets. His torso was Chaos, yet his legs seemed to be rather Orkish in design, a strange combination. He watched the thing meet up with the other Chaos marines. He could sense the sorceror was close. Very close.

Nunez peered off the top of the building. Down below the Orks were flying a white flag. They were more stupid than Nunez ever imagined. Still, they must die. He sharpened the edges of his clawed fists, readying himself for the fight. He looked down, targeting the Ork waving the flag. With a growl, he leapt downwards...

Ramirez darted in the doorway, Dukov just behind him. The other groups were moving in the sewers below, they had to find an entrance to the system. Ramirez checked his targeter. "Keep moving."

The Executioner worked his way towards the forest. He knew something was there, he just couldn't work out what. He squinted his eyes, peering into the darkness. He loved the thrill of a hunt.

The ork with the flag grinned while thinking Silly 'ummies.

ooc: a white flag doesn't mean surrender, at least not traditionally, it mean truce, or a parley to talk.
OOC: Well it's on fire now...

The Chaos warriors beheld the scene, the Orks were waving a white flag, someone was shooting on them from a hole in the ground and an Imperial jumped off a rooftop. Theymight just as well aid the Orks, after they had helped Ammon.
Face us, coward! Alazar roared to the Imperial.

The ork seeing the falling marine* it flipped back into the rubble. As the marine landed a frag stikkbomb came flying out of the rubble in front of Nunez while 8 shootas opened up at point-blank range.

ooc: * assumed if false insert Nunez's race/type

Hanst froze, hearing the voice of the Traitors once more. His blood began to boil... but he wondered who the heretic was talking to. Nonetheless, he still had a job to do.

One by one, the entire squad readied themselves to run across the gap. Hanst would go last, as he preferred to see what they were facing, but also have men be able to support him. The first Battle-Brother ran, his bolt ppistol and chainsword raised, ready to attack those who waited

Nunez ducked and rolled as he hit the ground, the stikkbomb sending rubble and smoke all around him. A few shoota bullets ricocheted off his armour. He snarled with anger and joy, such primitive technology would not pierce his sacred armour. He pushed the trigger for his jump-pack, boosting himself over the Orks' heads, loosing a few bolt pistol rounds at the closest. He pushed himself off the wall, landing beside the rearmost Ork. He swung his claws upwards, making for the beast's throat.

-----

Rafael watched the Chaos dart after Nunez, and sprung into action. He drew Eviscerator, his trusted Daemonhammer, and with it his force sword, Magnar's Bane. He leapt out into the street, behind the unaware Chaos warriors.

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Ramirez saw Nunez and Rafael enter the fray. Swearing, he brought his sniper rifle to the window sill. He noted Dukov drawing his pistols, preparing to join the fight, and looked down the scope for a suitable target. He found one amongst the Ork warband - a vast, green, slobbering thing loosing shoota rounds at Nunez. Ramirez shallowed his breathing like he had been taught back on Ultramar, and squezzed the trigger.

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The Executioner heard the gunfire and shouting from the street next to his, and drew his twin blades, making for the nearest alleyway.

The ork in front of Nunez slid backward, moving with easy throught the difficult and treacherous terrain. As the orks saw the marine they began to slid throught the terrain and disappear from the marines view.
The ork who'd been targeted by Ramirez let out a loud ping as the bullet bounced off it's bionic bonce. The ork staggered before disappearing along with the rest of the redskull kommandos.

ooc: your description of the ork is more like a tyranid than an ork
These orks are wiry not hulking

Ariel heard the Imperial as he tried to sneak up upon them and fired his flamer, Ammon's bolter followed while Thrice-cursed ran to assist the Orks.

OOC: Since when has an Ork not been vast, green and slobbering?

And few Orks could dodge a Raven Guard Lightning Claw - a parry would have been nicer, but hey, I'm not one to criticise ;)

IC: Nunez cursed as the Ork somehow got under his blow. He must be losing his speed a bit. The Orks were scrambling through the ruins. Cowards. He turned to where the Chaos had engaged the Inquisitor, and boosted towards them, claws ready.

Rafael spun aside as the flames tore towards him. He felt the heat of the Promethium blast on his face, singeing skin and hair. He swore, that was too close. He slung Eviscerator onto his back, clutching his sword in both hands. He darted towards the flamer marine, carefully picking his way through the gunfire. Several of the bolter rounds whizzed past his head, one clipping Eviscerator on his back, the runic metal sending the bullet ricocheting down the street. Too close. He finally reached the Chaos Marine, and began to swing.

Ramirez watched the round impact with the Ork's skull, deflecting away into a wall. Damn metal heads. He would have to aim for the eyeball next time. He pulled back the lever on the rifle, ejecting the spent round, and replacing it with a fresh one in the chamber. He scoped around for his next target. The Orks were fleeing, so he turned to the Chaos marines. He picked out one with metal legs, and took aim at the knee joint. Hopefully it would bring him to the ground. He pulled the trigger.

Dukov ducked out of the building, careful to avoid Ramirez's firing. He looked for the sewer hole the gunfire was pouring from, and dived in. He landed beside a group of marines, quickly throwing his hands in the air to identify himself as friendly. "Nice to see you boys here. We could do with a hand."

The Executioner looked around calmly, spotting the Orks fleeing the fight. He was angry he had to join this fight, he was sure he had been tracking something in the forest. He waited for the Orks to pass, and leapt on the last one, dragging it into a deserted shop. It took him two punches to knock it out, the first nearly broke his fist when he punched a metal plate in its head. Now it was out, and he quickly and efficiently tied it to the wall with industrial chains. When it woke up it would find it hard to move. Dusting himself off, he exited the building.

OOC: I'm assuming that isn't counted as a godmod, seeing as how you did it to Chaos player (sorry, couldn't remember your name :D )

ooc: I would count it as a Gm as I asked Relative Liberty/Chaos for permission, you didn't. Also you forget that orks are actually intelligent, they arn't vast, green and slobbering, an ork whaaaaaaag would be vast, green and slobbering, but an individual ork, especially kommandos, wouldn't be.
Most orks couldn't but these are elite elites, Kommandos are elite and the redskulls are elites amoung elites.

OOC: Ok, i didn't know that you had asked, my apologies. Do you want me to change it? You will also note that Nunez was assigned to the Inquisition because of just how damn good he was, and the Raven Guard are famed for their speed, skill and ability in close combat. Anyway, lets call it quits, and get back to the thread...

Ariel tried to defend himself, yet he had never been any good at hand-to-hand. As the Imperial aimed a blow at his head he brought his arm up to defend himself, the blow came anyway and Ariel's right hand flew ten feet and landed on the ground, still holding the flamer.
Azrael threw a Doombolt at the Imperial before closing in and swinging his staff.

O'Shovah heard the gunfire, echoing down the tunnel, and decided to act. "Commander O'Or'es, I am going in with my squad, Vre'Shi may be in trouble. Follow if you wish." With that, he sped off, six battlesuited warriors skimming the ground behind him, making no sound.

Caladonn, I though I was stealing one of Kaor's pathfinders, but urs will do!

IC: THe genstealers had escaped with their victim. Not long until the experiment could commence.

Austin heard the sounds of the battle develop above him, as his men looked for guidence he shook his head. "It's not our fight." He said simpaly, "We wait here until all the Marines get through then we move out."

Rafael hollered with holy rage as he struck the marine, watching its arm fly away down the street. He brought the blade around for another blow, but never got the chance to swing. Three purple coloured bolts of light struck his chest, hurtling him backwards through a wall. He shook his head to clear it of the stars blurring his vision, recovering just in time to see the Sorceror charge towards him, staff raised.

Nunez ducked to avoid the arm that came flying towards him, flamer still clutched in its tightened fist. He quickly came to bear on the marine to whom the arm had belonged, his lightning claws buzzing with power. Seeing the marine turning towards him, he pounced.

Ramirez again pulled back the lever on the rifle, ejecting the used casing. He swung about for a target, finding one in the shape of a Tau battlesuit. He hesitated, his finger hovering in front of the trigger. Inquisitor Rafael had expressly warned them against unnecessarily engaging the Tau. He would wait for the Tau to make a wrong move. If it did, it would die.

"Hmm, this is interesting," Talion said suddenly
"What?"
"They have begun to fight. Luckily no-one has noticed my device, so I can still hear what is going on down there. It sounds like marines vs marines, most probably chaos vs marines. I would suggest we go and help kill the marines, but that would mean helping chaos, which I guess isn't the best thing to do"
"Hmm," Paleneus began to think, "What can you see Haries?"
"My brother is right, it is marines against chaos, but I think orcs were there earlier. I'm not certain, but I think I saw some orcs, and based on the size of the force they were probably kommandos. I have never seen an orc force that small however...wait! Tau seem to be joining in. This could get interesting"
They sat in silence a bit longer, thinking about whether they should join in, and if so, who they should help. Finally, Paleneus decided.
"We will move forward a little. Keep out of sight, and especially watch the Tau. They've seen us once, and we can't let that happen again. We will watch the battle, and perhaps pick off anyone who tries to flee. No-one in there are our allies, so don't be afraid to kill if you have to. Move out!"

OOC: I don't have any pathfinders. Vre'Shi was sent after Kaor's single pathfinder when it did not return. Now all my troops are moving up.

Shinbreakers, I don't think any Tau battlesuits are out, but I'll make it so Vre'Shi got out of the tunnel and joined the battle.

IC: Vre'Shi had made his way out of a crater through the sewers, but found himself in the middle of a battlefield of Imperials and Chaos. He quickly jump-packed up, and blasted his flamer at a nearby Chaos Marine, while taking aim with his Plasma Rifle at another. A roar came from the gun, and the plasma burst flew straight towards the Chaos Scum. Vre'Shi realized he could finally contact O'Shovah, since he had been inside a lead-lined pipe which had blocked communications. He quickly opened up the intercomm, while dodging stray blasts and firing more than a few of his own. Hopefully, with his support, the Imperials could defeat the Foul Chaos. "Commander, I am out of the sewers, engaging Chaos forces with Imperials," he said.
"Good," O'Shovah replied. " I am coming to offer assistance, hopefully O'Or'es will catch up. Still no sign of his Pathfinder. I'll be there with the squad in a moment. For the Greater Good."
O'Shovah beckoned to the squad of battlesuits, and they flew out of a nearby hole, a little ways from the battlefield. They closed, several opening up with Missile Launchers, the rest with their Plasma Rifles when within range. O'Shovah and one other of his bodyguards neared the battlefield, readying their fusion blasters while firing plasma bursts.

Austin couldn't sit here twiddling his thumbs while there was a battle going on, he had to at least see what was going on. Motioning to Harris to join him he climbed up the rungs of a ladder that led to a manhole.

He tipped off the cover and looked at the unfolding battle, Orcs fighting chaos and an Inquisital force. A unit of Tau where also mving in.

He noticed something oving on the far side of the feild, then it seemed to be gone. He blinked sure that he could see a figure of a man lying on the ground. He took out the benoculars and zoomed in, a force of marines where watching the battle. They where in scout armour and he saw that the marking on there armour was that of a trator chapter.

"Harris?" he spoke to the companys best shot who survayed the feild with him, "Could you get a clean shot on those tratorous bastards there?" He handed over the benoculars and the rifleman nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Have a crack." He called down to the men below to bring up Harris's rifle and they did so. Harris laid his rifles wooded stock on his shoulder and zoomed in with his modified scope. He took minuates perfecting the shot.

"Wind?"

"Left to right, light." The rifleman muttered to himslef and slightly changed his angle. Then he slowly squeezed the trigger and the rifle spat out it's bullet with a cloud of smoke.

The orks remained in the rubble moving slowly around to the ideal location for both combat or disappearing.

Azrael aimed a blow at the marines head and let the staff fall with all his might before giving the order to retreat. Things hadn't gone exactly as he planned.

The Tau with the flamer hit Ammon, who dropped and rolled to extinguish the fire. He crawled over to Ariels hand and grabbed it before retreating with the others.
One can always have need for yet another weapon. he thought.

Ariel was hit by the Taus plasma fire and knocked to the ground. His vision was blurry, both from the hit and the bloodloss.

Thrice-cursed grabbed his comrades and pulled them behind cover as the Tau missiles zoomed in and deformed the street into large craters and one of them hit the supporting wall of a tall building, causing it to collaps in a cloud of dust and a barricade of rubble that sepparated the Chaos from the rest.

OOC: VI, if everyone u dislike is fighting... blow them up! That's what I would do... lots of spore mines...

Oh, and in that case I DID take Kaor's pathfinder. I just need to wait for him to come online so he can decide what his pathfinder says.

IC: The genestealers had stripped the pathfinder of his armour, weapons and any devices they found. When they saw he was regaining conciousness, they crowded round, watching him. The pathfinder woke up to see ugly, chuckling alien faces watching him with what seemed to be amusment. Then he remembered what had happened. He reached for his com device... but it was missing. The broodlord waved it in front of him, shaking his head and letting forth an evil, bubbling laugh before the pathfinder felt a sharp pain on the back of the head and the world went dark once again...

OOC: Aust, I guess you shot at me. Well I'll just let you know what my guy's have in the way of armour. Yes, it is basically scout armour, but it is slightly stronger. Basically, it would give them 3+ armour saves, and they all have 4+ invulnerable saves from the dodge ability. Weapons now. Talion has two bolt pistols with a slightly better AP (improved by 1), and they have an ability where he can charge them up and unleash a blast of what is effectively compressed air, which along with the bullet can cause quite alot of damage. If he does that, he has to spend time charging it up, and when fired it acts like a plasma pistol in that on a 1 it would stop working/blow up. Its effect is that it basically knocks the enemy back, and the longer he charges it the stronger it is. The next is a vindicare assassin (Haries), and would probably be the best sniper there. His rifle is called an exitus rifle, which based on the old rules for vindicare assassins (I can't find the new ones) is a sniper rifle with AP2 or 1, can't remember which. He also has a bolt pistol (normal one) and a close combat weapon. Lastly is Paleneus, the Night Stalker chapter master. He is a good commander but also the master of stealth. He can take advantage of any cover, any shadows (he has nightvision), and can move completely silently, yet is also a good commander. He has a plasma pistol, and his sword which acts like a power fist but doesn't strike last in combat, and he can wield it with great skill. He isn't the best shooter, but if he gets into combat with you, you are generally screwed. :)

IC: Haries heard something wooshing towards them, but couldn't do anything to stop it. He heard a terrible cry as his brother was hit in the foot.
"What the hell?" Paleneus had a slightly slower reaction
"Quick, get out of here. Someone has taken a shot at us, and hit Talion in the foot. If we stay much longer we might not be so lucky"
Paleneus recovered from the shock, "Quick, there are some trees over there. We can get in there and hide for now. Hurry!"
The two of them got up and supported Talion to the trees. When they arrived, Haries immediately began to move away. Paleneus looked at him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to get the bugger" With that he dissapeared into the shadows of the forest, obviously looking for the sniper and a vantage point to take him out. While he did that, Paleneus looked at the wound, applying basic first aid. He bandaged it to stop the bleeding, taking out the bullet as well, and just had to hope that Talion's body could do the rest.

The first rule of skermishing is to get out of the way as soon as you have fired and move on, and not to return, the enermy would be watching the place where you had just fired from.

Austin and Harris climbed down the ladder as quickly as they could, pulling the cover down with them. "Did I hit him sir?"

"Yes, in the foot."

"damm! I was aiming for the cheast, wind must have been stronger than i thought."

It was unclear what had happened. A pathfinder, there a minute ago, was know gone. The stealth suit had no idea where it was.

Neither did the pathfinder. He had been knocked out. When he came to genestealers surrounded him. He was not eaten? Barely keeping his voice straignt he inquired "W-w-what do you want?". He knew they wouldn;t understand but what else could he do? He didn't know. He should be dead.

Nunez swore as the Chaos began to withdraw, he had been closing in on one. Now it seemed would be a good time to withdraw. He pushed the jump-pack trigger, and boosted away to the top a building, rolling out of sight from those below. He would meet the others later.

The Executioner watched the Chaos pull out as well, and decided to return to the Ork he had chained up. When he entered the shop the Ork was indeed still chained to the wall, and was coming to. He walked up to it, drawing one of his blades. He ran it down the side of the Orks face, tearing a small line in its flesh. "Wake up, Greenskin."

Ramirez had witnessed the sniper shot at the marine scout near the woods, and decided it would be better not to repeat the act. He had a fair idea of what lurked in the woods, and he had no reason to engage it unnecessarily. The Tau were for the moment no longer a threat, having seen the battlesuit fire upon the Chaos. He picked up his rifle, called for Dukov, and left the building.

Rafael rolled as the staff came down towards his head. He was not quick enough however, and the staff caught him squarely between the shoulder blades. His under-cloak armour removed the danger of the blow, but not the force. He inwardly cursed as he felt his consciousness slipping, and tried to slip out of the daze. He swung wildly above his sholuder, his blade only cutting air. Cursing again, he looked around to see the Chaos marine stepping backwards, shouting to its men. He took the opportunity to scramble away down a side alley. He now knew his enemy, their next meeting would not end so well for the sorceror.

O'Shovah saw the plasma fire blast into one of the vile Chaos and a building, bringing it down for cover for the Chaos. He ordered his troops to fire at another building next to it, and it also crumbled, but now on top of the Chaos Marines. Hoping this would take care of a few of them, he took to the air, his squad with the reunited Vre'Shi behind him, and alighted on a building on the other side of the Chaos scum. Crawling to the edge, he and his troops laid down withering plasma fire on the rubble and the area around it, pinpointing the Chaos troops. Meanwhile, he contacted O'Or'es. "Commander, we are continuing to engage the Chaos. I saw a sniper bullet go past a little while ago, could have been Imperials or those assassins you were talking about. We are keeping both the area it came from and where it went under surveillance while bombarding the Chaos. Have you found your pathfinder?"

The pathfiner heard.. not a voice... but.. something evil in his head.

"We want what genestealers want... genes! But your race is not very... genetically interesting. You rely on technology. We need something that has special genetic material that allows it to dominate above other species. If your people find us some such creature, we may grant you your life."

He handed the pathfinder his com device. "You will tell your people what we want. Be warned, if you do anything to comprimise us you WILL pay dearly. We have also removed any tracking devices in your equipment, so that alternative is out of the window. You will have the equivilant of 10 human minutes. Do not let them talk, just talk yourself. Instruct them that they will have 2 days to find a suitable species. After that, we will kill you and find our own. After 2 days, they will contact you again and we will arange a meeting point. Now chose your words carefully..."

ooc: Shin how did you get one of my orks? I thought we'd already decided it was a GM to just abduct a character without permission.

During the fierce battle that raged, Hanst and his men had been firing sporadically at any enemy foolish enough to come near them. The bolt casings lay on the floor around them, mingling with the dead bodies. Eventually though, Hanst signalled to Vorien, and they moved off towards the Guard,"Austin, I would suggest you try and avoid encounters. Getting killed is not going to let us achieve our mission"

"However, killing trators is part of the mission, or at least part of mine, I remind you of my orders, to engage the enermy at any cost."

Haries was sitting with his sniper rifle out, looking around. It was the perfect position. He was far away from any combat, yet he was close enough to see what was going on. There was a tiny crack which he had his sniper rifle through, and the rest was solid rock. It was some sort of bunker, but he didn't care who used it. It was hidden very well, so that as soon as a possible shot arrived, he would take it. It was just a matter of waiting...

Meanwhile, Talion was excercising his foot by wandering around the small clearing in the jungle. He was well hidden, and Paleneus was standing guard, so if anyone tried anything they would suddenly feel a nasty pain in their neck, and then would realise that they can't feel their neck as their head is a few feet away. Talion knew his foot wasn't too badly injured, but it would take time to heal fully. If the bandages were removed, a huge hole could be seen, so he had no intention of doing just that. It hurt greatly everytime he stepped, yet he knew he had to keep excercising it. If he just rested, then if a time came for combat he wouldn't be able to even walk. If he keeps excercising it, then he can get used to the pain, and it wont affect him anywhere near as much when in battle.
To take his mind off, he started to think about everything that had happened to him. In less than 24 hours, he had already deserted the Imperium totally. The advantage was that as far as they knew he was still out hunting down Paleneus. If he came back, he could easily put on a good enough show to convince them he was still with the Imperium, and then the Night Stalkers have their very own spy. He let his mind wander on this thought for a bit. He could turn off the automatic defences in the Imperial Fortress, and if the Night Stalkers and Eldar attack with a large enough force they could overwhelm the Imperium. They could kill the Emperor. All of this could be achieved very easily, and even if he blows his cover when turning off the defences, he could fight his way back to the other Night Stalkers. This seemed like a good idea, but first he had to worry about getting off this planet, but first getting his revenge on the sniper who did this to him.

All that was running through Paleneus' mind was "Who the hell fired that sniper rifle?" and "Why is Talion grinning so much? He's just been shot in his foot!".

"However, killing trators is part of the mission, or at least part of mine, I remind you of my orders, to engage the enermy at any cost."

Hanst couldn't help but admire the man's zeal, but inwardly he despaired for the man's blind faith. Faith in the Holy Emperor was a virtue, one to be encouraged, but not to be followed to such a degree that the person or persons was killed before they could achieve their mission.

This view was unique to the Black Angels. They feverently believed in the Emperor and his divine might, but at the same time where willing to accept that sometimes blind faith was not a good thing. Something that had earned them the wrath of the Inquistion, but as they had never performed heretical duties, nor ever backed-down to the Emperor's enemies, the Ordo Herticus had nothing on them

OOC: FIIIIIIIIINE. Theao, you never actually said I couldn't have it, you just complained that I had done it. So no Ork has been captured. Whatever, I wasn't going to kill it. Sheesh.

IC: The Executioner woke from his dream. Wow, there was no Ork, how strange. That would be the last time he drunk Marine alcohol. Wooo.

Rafael swung his sword round the corner, stopping just in front of the man's throat, breathing steadily.
Dukov placed his pistol at the man's forehead, not bothered about the sword at his throat. He looked at his enemy. Or his boss. The pair laughed and withdrew their weapons. Rafael greeted Ramirez as he jogged to the Inquisitor and Dukov. "Lets move."

Don't worry, same thing happened to me. Take an Ork, get ur head bitten off. Anyway, I'm starting to like Black Angels - that's why I hate the imperium, they follow a puppet (that's my theory on the Emperor anyway) without considering themselves. Nids only know the Hive Mind but will do very beast like things when out of synapse range. That's also why I like the night Stalkers.

DEATH TO THE EMPEROR!!

OOC: Yay, someone else who believes in what I do

OOC: If you've ever read any christian mythology/Pardise lost, then you will reconise a lot of whats being said and done in the 40k universe, that and careful studdying of the codexes aned rulebooks, the answers to what you say are out there, trust me, especcially is you tie togethr whats said in the Necrons codex and some of the books.

The emporer is, trust me, not a puppet at all, I think you can see what he represent and if I link everything up correctly then something VERY BIG is about to happen in this years summer camagin.

ooc: sorry i ain't down much recently.

ic: The pathfinder felt strained after his psychic trip. Tau were not psychic. Barely registering in the warp, they had not even comprehended psychic ability until contact with other races. There were freak tau with a more noticable psychic form, one tau in a millennia who could actually be possessed by a daemon. Often, they were.

One such Tau was O'Or'es. Although he was not aware of it, his mind long ago had been taken be a daemon. Although he could fight it, he heard whispers in his head, and developed intuition to the point he could almost see the future. He was ready for the pathfinder before he recieved the comm message. "I have been taken by tyrandids. I am of no intrest to them. You have two days to get on of more genetic intrest."

No sooner had the message ended then he had to reply to O'Shovah "I have made contact with my pathfinder. He is under tyranic capture. I shall move to you're postition. I have to capture one of 'more genetic intrest' in two days."

ooc: how do i get something of genetic intrest, my steath suit could use special knock out rounds but they don't penetrate marine armour, normal humans have already been used (thats where genestealers came from) and the Orks are protected by the Divine Power of the Almighty Theao

A) Not my problem!
B) Try what I did: sneak up on them (not sure how you'll do that) and knock em out / drug em. Otherwise u can make a deal with someone else.

I'm giving u a week real time.

OOC: If you've ever read any christian mythology/Pardise lost, then you will reconise a lot of whats being said and done in the 40k universe, that and careful studdying of the codexes aned rulebooks, the answers to what you say are out there, trust me, especcially is you tie togethr whats said in the Necrons codex and some of the books.

The emporer is, trust me, not a puppet at all, I think you can see what he represent and if I link everything up correctly then something VERY BIG is about to happen in this years summer camagin.

OOC: I can't wait to see what the campaign is. I loved Armageddon III, and the 13th Black Crusade... its all leading up to something. The Necrons being re-released has something substantial to do with it

OOC: Kaor, you could perhaps identify the Executioner as a decent species to steal genes from, after all he is pretty advanced for a human - the whole very fast, very skilled in combat thing. Whether or not he'll come quietly is another matter. If you think he's suitable let me know, and we can TG each other about what's going to happen.

IC: The Executioner came out of the building, close behind the rest of the party. They were on the move towards the forest. He had told Rafael of the presence of something in the forest, now they were hunting it down. Ramirez was at a window near the top of the building, scoping out the area. The other four were now sprinting towards a disused bunker at the edge of the trees. Rafael hoped to use it as a fall back point if they ran into more trouble than expected. Little did he know that in the bunker lay the trouble he was looking for.

ooc: he'll be fine if you don't mind. TG me tommorow

As the Chaos withdrew the Tau blasted another building, bringing it down upon them. Ariel, Alazar and Thrice-cursed made it to safety in a relativly undamaged building while ammon was trapped beneath a boulder wich had crushed his legs. He begged his comrades to help him, but only Thrice-cursed answered his prayers and cut him loose with his mighty claws. Thrice-cursed lifted his comrade to carry him to safety but alas, he was hit by the plasmafire and fell dead on the ground. Ammon let up a mighty roar and fired five short bursts at anyone within line of sight before he dragged himself inside.

Is the Executioner genetically enhanced, or has he just been training a lot? Anyway, not my business anymore. It's up to Kaor to chose a suitable sacri... *ahem*... erm... species.

OOC: I can't wait to see what the campaign is. I loved Armageddon III, and the 13th Black Crusade... its all leading up to something. The Necrons being re-released has something substantial to do with it
OOC: My dear SE, you are right.

You should note that the netcrons idea of Paradise was a world without life, they rebelled, with the C'tan against the Old Ones, now they where defeated, barley.

In Paradise lost, thats what happens to the reble angels. There two leaders/gods are alsmost killed.

Now look at the Book Paradise regained...I think the tital explanes a lot of things. And if I rember correctly, (It's been a few years since I studyed them, and I may be getting mixed up) one of the lead deamons is called Horus, coincidence? I don't think so.

OOC: Woh, if I'm reading you right here... the Warmaster? Horus resurrected? Now, that would be amazing!

ooc: if you want to abduct an ork all you have to do is ask. My problem was people abducting my orks with out my permission. For both the chaos abductions I made sure to get permission first.

OOC: I might be interested in abducting an ork, if you don't mind too much.

IC: The bursts mainly crumbled against the building, but one came over the lip, knocking out the helmet equipment on one of the Plasma Rifle Battlesuits. Vre'Clar, the techie, moved to repair it, but would take several days.

As the orks had managed to avoid the battle, Snikrot decided to spy on the Tau and sent one of the redskulls out to spy on one of the groups of Tau.

ooc: Caladonn, you can abduct this ork.

OOC: Thank you!

IC: O'Shovah turned around, and caought something in the corner of his eye. He turned around, and saw an ork spying on them! He and his squad quickly subdued it, and he contacted O'Or'es. "Commander, we may have the 'interesting life' the tyranids need. Although it pains me to treat these creatures, I have captured an ork that is at your disposal for an exchange."

OOC: Woh, if I'm reading you right here... the Warmaster? Horus resurrected? Now, that would be amazing!
OOC:Abadoon is Horus's clone son-AKA HORUS!

OOC: I'd only heard scattered rumours, never confirmed about the Despoiler

OOC: I'd only heard scattered rumours, never confirmed about the Despoiler
OOC: Look in your old back issues of white dewarf, there a profile of him.

Woah! If Horus is basically coming back it is gonna be so interesting. Now I can't wait for the campain! I wonder how it's gonna tie in with Necrons though...
Oh and Aust, I guess u were right. The Emperor isn't a puppet. But I still hate the blind faith of the imperium. Worshipping some old guy and doing what they think he wants just annoys me. It's like the brainwashing that has actually happened in the history of Earth. So that's why I'm thinking of getting Chaos next, cause their Gods have real power!

ooc : Abaddon is clone/son of Horus. Horus is not coming back. There have already been campains or did "Eye of Terror" pass you by

ic: O'Or'es reached O'Shovah about a minute after recieving the comm message. An ork was perfect. Even the dimmest ork was slightly psychic (or so I have read) and would have intersting DNA. He had heard rumors of a non marine super human on this planet but an ork was just as good, an it was already captured.

Looking at the ork, unconcious, he decided he would transfer it to the genestealers. Tyranid abilty to select DNA from there food was stronger even then that of the Kroot. Even though he did not believe in this, the ork would die for the greater good.

*To O'Shovah* "My stealth suit is pulling back. What have you found out about the area?"

OOC: I never said horus is coming back, Abaddon is Horus, gentically at least.

Yeah, I don't have that much to do with campains up till now. Anyway, it's still gonna be good.

Oh yeah, Kaor. As soon as u have the ork (or whatever u get) contact the pathfinder's com device.

"I did find some tracks in the sewers that may lead to the Tyranids. I believe it would be wise for my squad to come with you on the off chance it is a trap. We will show the tyranids that despite our lack of psychic powers, the Tau are a force to be reckoned with. Oh, and that leads me to my mission." Lowering his voice, he said,"Tau spies have found that this planet was a hub for imperial research on the warp and psykers. The Ethereals believe this information could possibly lend great aid to the Tau colonization efforts."

OOC: I hope no one minds my plot-hijacking.

OOC: Look in your old back issues of white dewarf, there a profile of him.

OOC: I know who he is, and his history, and the rumours, but nothing is confirmed about his lineage

OOC: Aust, I have a question. Do you happen to play a game called knight online? If so, did you pm someone called chaotic_and_mad under your name Austin, asking them to sell you an opal for 125k? If that is you, then look out for a rouge called chaotic_and_mad in future.

OOC: Aust, I have a question. Do you happen to play a game called knight online? If so, did you pm someone called chaotic_and_mad under your name Austin, asking them to sell you an opal for 125k? If that is you, then look out for a rouge called chaotic_and_mad in future.
OOC: No, never heard of it. I'm on The Guild Forum, Talk Forest and the Lectier Tigers Forum at the moment, I'm not on any online games.

OOC: No, never heard of it. I'm on The Guild Forum, Talk Forest and the Lectier Tigers Forum at the moment, I'm not on any online games.

OOC: Ok, must have just been a coincidence about the name. Nevermind.

Erm Caladon? So far, when Kaor finds a species then he will contact his pathfinder's com device. Then we will arange further instructions. And Genestealers are masters of stealth and therefore are adept in the art of covering their trachs. Good luck finding me!

3 days remaining real time, (20 hours game time cause I gave u 2 days)

Ready for whatever reply, O'Or'es opened the comm channel. "I have an ork for your DNA, aka food. I know what you will do. One of my allies is searching you out. Unless you wish for otherwise I shall contact him, get him to return, and take the ork with him. You do not have to give us your location but only where you will meet us. If you don not show yourselfs before the transfer their will be no transfer."

Closing the comm, he contacted O'Shovah "Stop and return. I may need you to take the ork to a transfer sight. Also, I will come with you."

OOC: You're allowed to kidnap Kaor's single pathfinder but I'm not allowed to find your tracks with several squads of highly trained Shas'vre? Oh well, it doesn't really matter.

IC: "Very well, O'Or'es," said O'Shovah. "I will rendezvous with you. Expect me there within the hour. For the Greater Good." With that, he took off with the squad, flying low so as not to attract attention.

The Executioner was last to reach the bunker, finding the others trying to force the main door. Rafael assumed it was clear, but something was clouding his psychic judgement. They would have to be cautious. Dukov looked up at the Inquisitor, his shoulder prepped against the metal entrance.

In the Executioner's mind the world seemed to stop. He knew what was going to happen, yet he stood helpless as the events passed in slow motion:

Rafael nodded. Dukov pulled back his shoulder, ramming it into the door. The locked snapped under the Guardsman's blow, and the door began to open. The Executioner's senses picked up the faint click that eminated from behind the door, and he tried to shout. "GET DOOOWWWN!!". Too late the look of recognition came over Dukov's face, as the booby-trap explosion ripped the door from its hinges, a cloud of flame and shrapnel catapulting the Guardsman twenty feet into the air. Ramirez was quicker, but not quick enough. A large ceramite block caught him in the midriff and hurled him into a tree, knocking him unconscious. Nunez threw himself in front of the Inquisitor, his marine armour protecting both from the brunt of the flames, but the blast concussed him, his bulk in turn knocking the Inquisitor out cold. Last to fall was the Executioner. He had tried to duck as the blast tore outwards, but he too was caught by flying rubble, which combined with the shockwave hurled him backwards. He slammed into the ground hard, and his world went black.

OUCH! Anyway, the kidnapping was plausible. Tracking masters of infiltration and stealth isn't so plausible. Plus, I said good luck, not do not try it!

IC: The pathfinder started to feel drained once more. He groaned as he realised what was happening again. "Your people have made a good choice. These Orks are different, more stealthy. These will aid us greatly. But your people are foolish to think this is simply for food. If we wanted food, you would have died a long time ago! You will tell them to tell us their position. If they lie, you die. They will leave the ork where they are now and run away as fast as possible. If they are still there, you die and hopefully so will they. They will describe their position perfectly including all details. Then they have 10 human minutes to get out of the way. Someone will stay and guard you. If they here of failure, we will get our 'food' from you!"

Haries was still in the bunker, looking around through the small hole. There didn't seem to be anyone, but he knew he could wait as long as he needed to. It seemed very strange however that it was completely quiet down there. Earlier there had been a large battle, but now it was completely deserted. Suddenly he heard a noise. He span round. Nothing. He heard it again. Twigs snapping underfoot. Something was moving nearby. He kept hearing it. This person obviously wasn't trying to be stealthy, he thought to himself, which cuts out Paleneus and Talion. When he heard it again, there seemed to be multiple twigs snapping at the same time. He began to hear the rustle of armour as something ran. Space Marines maybe, or Chaos. Could even be Tau or Orcs. Whoever it was, he knew where they were heading, and he knew there were more than one. The sound was getting louder. They were getting closer. He had to act now.
He looked around the bunker. There was lots of ammo for guns he didn't own just sitting there. No use. Then he saw it. A way out. Some sort of trapdoor. He didn't have a clue where it went, but it was his only chance. He heaved it open, and started to climb down. He then realised something - they could very easily follow him. They might not know he was here, but then again they might. Maybe they were looking for him. He had to stop them.
But what did he have to use. Even with his skill, he was a marksman, and wasn't very good in close combat. He couldn't hold them off, and all they had to do was throw a grenade in here and he was gone. He looked around again, but still all he could see was unused ammo. On closer inspection, he noticed a bit of wire, probably used for general vehicle repair or something. Suddenly, it clicked into place. Why fight them, when he could just stop them following him. There was little doubt that they didn't know where this tunnel went either. He just had to make sure they couldn't get down there with him, and he would worry about the rest when he came to it.
He grabbed the ammo and began piling it behind the entrance to the bunker. He then took one of his grenades, and placed it on top of the ammo. He tied one end of the wire to the pin, and with the other end he tied it round the lock on the door. He made sure the countdown was minimal, and got ready to leave again. He then realised that if they noticed the wire as they opened the door, they would be able to disarm it, and would then know he was there if they didn't already. He couldn't let them check the door as they opened it, and realised the best way. He fired a few shots at the door hinges, not smashing them, but also not allowing them to open. Perfect. He then jumped down the trapdoor, locking it and shooting the hinges just to make sure, but with any luck some rubble would land on the door and they then wouldn't notice it.

He was running down the dark passageway when he heard the explosion. He smiled.

Austin and his men continued waiting for there allies to turn up.

"O'Or'es. The tyranids wish for you to reveal your position. Describe it perfectly then get out the way as fast as possible. My life depends on it."

O'Or'es - "I will transmit the data to your headset. You can tell them personally. Those creatures are reading the surface thoughts of your mind in order to comunicate telepathicly. Just do as they tell you when looking through the data and they will see what you see. I do not have time to both escape and describe my surrounds to a suitable amount."

ooc: SYF - you can get the information about the area but nothing more except what the pathfinder consiously thinks of. He is not capable of real telepathic communication and so his mind is closed unless he willingly opens it

The Executioner shook his head vigourously, trying to get rid of the daze he was in. He looked around surveying the situation. Rafael and Nunez were on their feet, the former brushing dust from his cloak, and the latter trying to haul the chunk of rubble from Ramirez's legs. The Guard sniper groaned slightly as the Marine finally heaved the rock off him, but was soon on his feet, looking slightly dizzy but otherwise fine. Dukov was on his feet, surveying the remains of the bunker. He motioned to the others to go to him. The Executioner hauled himself to his feet and went over to join the rest of the group. They could see the twisted remains of a trapdoor beneath several large boulders. "No way we can budge that," Dukov commented. Rafael nodded, "Who - or what -ever was in here went down that hole. They have escaped us for now, we must return to the town. We move, now." He turned and began to run, the rest followed, some more reluctantly than others. They were on the hunt again, the Chaos would not get away.

Fair enough.

IC: The Broodlord 'listened' to the conversation. The pathfinder went to take his headset, but the broodlord took it first. He looked and smiled.
The genestealers grouped together, hissed an nodded at random intervals and split up. One genestealer stood by the Tau as the rest split up and went seperate ways.

The Black Angels, having withdrawn from the battle, were now debating their COA (Course of Action). It was a breif, but heated, discussion between these men, all of whom had seen many years of action, and more battles than they cared to remember. Eventually, the decision was reached that remaining in the sewers limited them, both in views and tactical situation, so they began to search for a manhole cover that was submerged under tonnes of rubble

The orks continued on thier plan, while the boss smacked one of the boys for letting his partner go off on his own and get disappeared.

The orks continued on thier plan, while the boss smacked one of the boys for letting his partner go off on his own and get disappeared.
lol sorry (it may work out for you later)