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In the council chambers belonging to the Coven a heated debate is ensuing between Colonel Varon and Admiral Zioan on the search for and use of the Adeptus Titanicus.

"Think of the tremendous firepower even one of the smallest of these would put into our ground forces!" protests Colonel Varon.
"Yes, but the space on our ships and the time to keep them operational would be enormous." counters Admiral Zioan.
"They would be an invaluable asset to our forces."
"But the issue is our ability to transport, man, and plan the tactics for the use of such technology on the battlefields. As well the ability to use them in such battles to attack enemy forces effectively without harm to our own soldiers."
"But the thing is we can use them as forward assault units to clear out the main heavy enemy units to make a safer battlefield for our advancing troops."
"But there is no such thing as a safe battlefield and as well the pure logistics of transporting said vehicles is near insurmountable."
Reaching the point of where the bloodlust wouldnt be that bad of an idea, Tuscano stands and speaks out
"Silence! who are you two to choose what is done with Reken's fleet? this coven was created to keep a dempcratic way of life somewhat stable.", taking a breather he continues,"we shall decide as a whole on the future of our military forces, and that is final!" Sitting back in his chair the entire coven stares at him with befuddled glances. "Ín one week's time we will launch a task force to explore the ancient hive worlds that once contained the legions of the Adeptus Titanicus. Now prepare your necesssary ships to launch for this important task Colonel Varon. I will spearhead this search." With those last word the Coven convined for the day and Tusanco readied himself for this most important of tasks.

ooc: FT, character and open?

OOC Yeah Theao just TG Reken for what you can do

Near Arx in a blasted out freighter (http://bimbo.fjfi.cvut.cz/~mvanek/database/pics/wolf359.jpg)

In a blasted out space freighter a badly burned man sat shivering and staring at the bloodshed before his eyes. He had woke up on this freighter which had recently been attacked and had only a few possessions with him. Among them were an Omnidium Katana, a 13mm Jackal, a Harconan Magnum, and two sets of battle armor. He sat there shivering yet extremely hot at the same time probably from shock. He attempted to get up but found he could not and fell once again to look out a force-field separating him from the cold dark foreboding space outside. He would have to wait for a ship to come and rescue him there was no other option.

The forces of order were not the only ones who sought the secrets of long ago. For too long the Chronosians had fled the memories of the Imperium of Man, the memories that haunted the great Daemon Emperor. The stories of mighty armies of uncorrupted Space Marines; the Titan Legions, the Tech Priests, all were hallowed memories of unspeakable power. As such, every action of the Imperium was bent towards the discovery of dark and arcane technology; the quest for hallowed and precious geneseed....Or the journey to discover a titan.

Regardless of the risk, the Imperium would not allow these mewling pretenders to the throne to usurp the power so rightfully Chronosias. No, they would fight, tooth and nail, all of the way. It was only a question of how soon the battlefield was opened up; and how quickly the worms acted. For Marcus knew that a renewed Imperium of Man, would be a grand threat, not only to his plans, but the plans of his allies.

"full stop" orders Colonel Varon as the Hand of Retribution slows to a slight drift. "What the...., scan the area for life signs and activate yellow alert,....i have not seen these styles of ships in manny years." looking back at the viewing screen he surveys the carnage that must have been taken here.
"sir there is a faint human life sign on one of the ships close to here." reports the Navigator.
"send a message to Tuscano, we have a guest he might want to meet." says varon.

The man crawled closer to the forcefield and saw a large ship bristling with guns move towards the blasted out freighter he gasped and crawled back to get the stuff that was his which were in a metal suitcase. And crawled back to the forcefield determined to get their help.

Shortly after the The Spear of Indemnification enters the sector it docks with the Hand of Retribution.
"what is this that you drag me half way acrost the old imperium for?" Questions Tuscano as he enters the Retribution's Med Lab flanked by two marines in arcane armor.
"look", states Varon as he points to a charred being, "dratherian."

The man awoke bound to an angled slab of plasteel with his forearms wrapped in a powerful alloy. He began to scan the room around him almost instinctively it was dimly lit with dark corners and what wall he could clearly see was covered in what looked like interrogation/torture devices. He lays his head back to look up and sees an illuminated sign reading 'Welcome to the interrogation chamber I hope you have a nice torment.' He thought this a little odd and almost laughed till he realized where he was. He looked in a dark corner where there was a shrouded figure in the darkness who was only visible by the slight light reflections coming off of his robes. The man finally felt well enough to speak and was actually feeling stronger. It felt as if his body was healing itself at a highly accelerated rate. He said, "Who are you? Who am I? Why am I in here? And what the hell is a Dratherian?"

The vessels of the Imperium slid through the voidl ike knives through warm flesh, leaving only the bleeding energy of the warp in their wake. They were travelling vast distances, across the Old Imperium....The Imperium that had fallen and was Gone. The Imperium of Man.

Chaos ruled the star winds, surging from world to world, and the turbulent tides of the Warp had brought the Chronosians here, in search of ancient treasures, dark secrets; the things their master craved.

"Come about to full stop..." The black voice called from his command chair, his great throne of decadent delight and pleasure.

"Aye Lord Remiel..."

For upon that black throne, he sat, Remiel; Son of the Daemon Emperor; Heir to the Imperium; Lord of the Black Inquisition; Scourge of Azaha, Bane of the Ordo Malleus and High PleasureLord of Slaanesh; he was not one to be fought lightly. His great Daemonhammer was held at his side, crackling with nefarious energies.

"We are to seek out the legendary technologies of the Imperium for our lord. Should this fail, then even blueprints shall suffice. In his name, let there be War."

"In the Name of the Emperor; We wage War!"

"In his sight, let there be Carnage!"

"In the sight of the Emperor; we bring Carnage."

"Then it is so..."

The cloaked figure steps into the light, his fur covered face comes into focus as the hood falls away.
"You are a Dratherian, and we do not know your name. As for me, I am Sternhammer, once known as the Warden of the Lost. You are here because we found your scorched self on a shielded chunk of a frieghter." speaks the shrouded figure.
***MEANWHILE***
Sitting at his command chair, freshly out of warp, Tusanco scrolls through his "funnies column" in his holographic newspapper.
"HAHAHAHA! Bolter bitches! HAHAHAHA! come read this, its by a Dratherian,The Space Marine Commandments their great!"

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http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=420661 the space marine commandments

The man suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and a set of knowledge and memories flooded back to his mind. He could suddenly feel everything around him. Slowly through the ship then further expanding beyond the ship and the nearby vessels. He could feel how the universe moved and wound together. He could also sense something terrible and evil approaching then he felt it closer then too close. Suddenly he knew what it was that was causing this feeling, it was a force of pure evil. They were known by many names heretic, traitor, Luna Wolves, Sons of Horus, but most notably the Black Legion. He started jerking and even more information flowed into his mind about the history of the Imperium, the Weapons of the Imperium, the Space Marines, the technology, planets, ships, and the Dark Wolves. He started to yell, "The Black Legion they are here. The heretics are aboard this ship! We must do something let me go!" Then the ship started to rock and the speakers crackled to life announcing an incursion of heretics aboard the ship and that a Chaos Battle Barge was off the port bow. Suddenly two traitors burst into the room with bolter and chainsword drawn aimed primarily at Sternhammer. Then the man felt muscles in his arms flex and the metal binding around his arms tore apart as 3 foot long metal blades extended from his forearms. In a fraction of a second he had lunged forward and cut one Marine down as Sternhammer in the blink of an eye drew his Bolter and snapped off Bolter rounds into the head of the other. When the man looked back at Sternhammer their eyes were both altered the Dratherian's blood red and Sternhammer's Ice blue as they whispered almost collectively one word, "More."

"NAAMAN! contact Sternhammer! have him meet us at corridor 23 on deck 17, the Liegon has arrived!" Tusanco calls to his personal guard commander."you", Tusanco points at one of his personal guard, "get all non-combatants to sector 12 deck 5, Everyone else, Lets blast us some Heretics".

Charging down an corridor Tusanco and his guard come upon what looks like chared and mangled corpes of Black Leigon marines."What the hell???" questions Tusanco.
"Sir i haven't seen these burn patterns sence the first crusades, none of our men could have done this." states Naaman
"Sargent! this one is diffrent!" yells a marine "there is no mark of chaos on him yet his armor is decorated with flames."
"Where! where it it!"yells sargent Naaman
"Wha...., it was right here.....i swear to the god emperor it was right here..."the marine says only audiable to himself and Naaman.

At the end of the hall yhe man meets 30 traitors and charges at them full bore and in half a second he is on top of them cutting them down. Not even their ceramite armor can protect them from his slashing blades. Before he knows it he is standing atop a pile of bodies and is being shot at by Bolters. He could somehow sense their trajectory and dodge them. He then dived forward and began to cut them down. When he was done he stood on a pile of dead bodies covered in gore. When Naaman, Tusanco, Sternhammer, and a squad of Space Marines came down the corridor they saw it was littered with bodies and at the end of the hall they saw the man crouching on a pile of dead bodies with his blood red eyes burning with the fire of combat. Tusanco looks into the man's eyes and says, "By the Lion he looks just like Mercer." The man looked back at Tusanco and asked them only one question in response, "Where can I get cleaned up at? I dislike the gore of the tainted on me"

Remiel's mind drifted on seas of conciousness; drifting, lost between materium and immaterium. He smiled lightly, his eyes open now as he soared on astral currents. He sensed death nearby, the tortured cries of the Sons of Horus, the last vestiges of the Long War. He remembered his fathers tales of the final battle; as Cadia smouldered, and the warfleets of the Despoiler poured forth like waves of cleansing fire.

He remembered the stories of how the Imperium buckled and broke, as the heart of Mankind's Realm burned and split under the fury of the Four Gods.
"Onwards" His cold whisper drifted across the bridge. "I know now where we must go. The fools who would forge again the realm of the Emperor seek what we seek. So we shall crush them in their turn. They think they can erase the past by rebuilding it? Shall we prove them wrong, brothers?"

****************** 1 week warp time passes****************

"we have a new problem, mars is still a day away and we have detected a chaos fleet en route to mars." Tusanco starts, his slender form standing behind a holographic sphere. "mars, the origonal home of the titian leigons, we will land, here, the northern hemisphere just below where the ice caps used to be. . . "
" what about the base located here?" Naaman asks as he points to another location on the hologram.
"if you will let me finish," tusanco states, slightly angered, " from this location we will set up a base camp for use while we scour the planet in search of the ancient bases. if you encounter any resitance,. . .slay them, dont even leave enough of them to be reconized as what they once where. if that situation arises than take the slayed heretics armor with you, i will explain why when we set up camp. Dont forget, bases arn't only on the surface, Dismissed" Tusanco activates the light systems as the hologram fades away.
Walking up to where Tusanco was standing Sternhammer kneels down to inspect a small puddle on the floor, blood. looking up he sees Tusanco watching him as tusanco wipes a bloody finger on the inside of his robes.

Deep in the bowels of the Battle Barge in a room many had forgotten the man now known as Kailen stood dressed in flowing white robes. On all sides of him were holographic simulations of Chaos Marines. Although they were only holograms they were just as deadly as the real thing. In the time between the Chaos attack and now he had been training constantly and was regaining much of the knowledge lost to him. The Marines charged at him and he threw off his robes to reveal red and black armor and in a swift movement he had drawn his guns and snapped of shots from the 30 round clips tearin the Chaos Armor to shreds. He dodged shots from the enemy weapons with amazing speed and when he had expended his ammunition he drew his sword named Kusanagi and in one swift swing of the blade had killed 3 other Chaos Marines just from the crackling energy issuing from it. He moved so fast that there constantly appeared to be 5 of him. He swung his blade over and over again and cut down all his holographic opponents. When he was done he re-holstered all his weapons and pulled on his white robes and deactivated the holographic emmiters. He then proceeded to walk to his designated quarters. Moments ago he had sent a servitor to Tusanco with a datapad containing large amounts of the Adeptus Mechanicus information. Much of it had been over locations of the majority of the technology and information collected by them. He had found it among the things he had 'awoken' with. The servitor was also supposed to deliver a request for a moment of Tusanco's time.

Looking over the datapad brought by the servitor, Tusanco crossrefrences the information with his own seeking out contradictions in the research. grabbing a ancient quill and papryus paper imitation he wrights in imperal gothic his acceptance and terms of meeting: he will not allow the meeting to be in person, the servitor has a videoconfrence screen,camera,and microphone. there shall be no bsing and you will be breef and to the point.
Tusanco rolls the parchment and uses a wax seal with a inprint of the winged sword entwined with the bloody-mawed wolf. handing it to the servitor he sends it away.

"follow it and find the allignment of our prespective foe." wispers Tusanco into his mic. "dont harm him or allow yourself to be known,than return back with haste." a figment's face nods from the shadows and disapears.
"i dont trust this meeting, it was a good move to keep it as you did." Naaman says as he walks out of a nearby corridow followed by Sternhammer.
"i did not sence the taint of chaos on the messenger." reports Sternhammer.
"once the base if finished we will start bringing down the supplies and begin our search." states Naaman.
"good" Replies Tusanco as he dismisses the two from the command chambers.

Kailen was sitting in his chambers meditating when he sensed the servitor coming from two decks away and knew instantley that Tusanco wouldn't be here in person. Nonetheless it ddn't matter as long as Tusanco heard him out. He realized he was getting better at this and decided to try to use his senses to reach further and further outside the ship feeling the thing known as the empyrean. When he touched it with his mind he recoiled from the taint that was the Warp. It was horrible to be near but he pushed further ignoring the taint and searching for their destination then a little further he felt out and felt the presence of a powerful and deadly foe one that for all intents and purposes was looking back at him. He was the Black Inquisitor Remiel De Drakan and he flowed with unimaginable power. The power overwhelmed him and he withdrew quickly enough that he was not touched in turn by the Inquisitor's mind he dared no tempt fate and pulled himself out of his trance in time to dress in his battle gear. When the servitor entered Kailen was sitting in a chair absently staring at a holoscreen he had already noticed the 'Fig'. watching him and was becoming rather irritated with it. When the servitor activated the conference equipment Kailen sat in a casual position and began to speak, "Greetings Tusanco. I thank you for the freedoms you have granted me while aboard this vessel till I fully regain my memory. If I were you I would take these precautions. But I have something very important to discuss with you. It regards the Chronosian forces. But I also wanted to say that I give my fealty to the God-Emperor wherever he is now."

picking up the beeping video comunicator Tusanco acticates it to see the dratherian, listening her replies "anything for a dratherian, besides, if mercer was still alive he would have my ass if i didn't help you. So what is this important this you wish to discuss with me? the base will be ready in one days time in wich you will accompany me to the surface, is that clear?you may be dratherian, but that gives me no reason to trust you understand?" hitting a button on the screen the image freezes as the camera and microphone are turned off.
"Lieutenant, send these coordinates back to reken and tell them to send a batalion of our best figments to this location with this encrypted message, we may need their expertise sooner than planned" orders Tusanco as he hands him the data pad.
" sir, isn't this the last assumned location of the only suriving cad..."starts the lieutenant.
"that is none of your concern" intrupts Tusanco" now send them, NOW!" tusanco says as his hand turns a red hue for a second before turning back to its normal color.
hitting the button again Tusanco looks at the image "well?"

Kailen nodded and began to speak again, “Near Mars is a powerful fleet with a Black Inquisitor that has an immense power far larger than any I dared to look for on this ship. Of course I haven’t looked at the more powerful people on this ship such as yourself and the command staff I expect I’ll see your true power in battle. Recently I have been meditating and can sense the flow and movement of the universe as well as see much of it. I don’t think it is all Psyker ability it seems to be more than that. But Remiel De Drakan Lord of Black Inquisition and Son of the Daemon Emperor is there and we must be ready for the fight for our lives he will not come unprepared. I only ask you one quarter in these upcoming battles. Put me at the front of each battle so I may make these heretics taste my blade and bullet and send them back to their impotent gods in pieces.” Kailen sat back and extended his forearm blades, “I give my fealty to thy All Father and promise to defend his Imperium to the death. I also give you the word every heretic that I fight will know the taste of true power.” Kailen sat back as his blades retracted and he simply stared at Tusanco waiting for a response.

"The Emperor is DEAD, the imperium is town asunder. If that wasn't so than we wouldnt be having this problem! it is not to the emperor that you should be "giving your fealty" to, you should be vowing your life to your commanders and battle brothers. It is they who will matter when the knife is at your throat, not The Emperor, not me.", Tusanco starts, " As for your placement in battle that will be to the judgement of my commanders, after they analyze your tactics, they will place you where they see fit. Personally your to F**king cocky for my taste, i would prolly put you in a death squad, by yourself, but thats me. The commanders will be at your chambers as the sun hits the horizion of mars in 7 standard hours, be ready." turning off the communicator Tusanco hands it to a marie and refocuses his attention on other tasks at hand.

In a hidden chamber in the barge:
Tusanco nods to the psykers around the room as they start their seal to keep out any would be psi intrusions.
"we have detected the chaos fleet just as he had said." states a nav. officer.
"we shall use the fleet the dratherians gave to us to distract the fleet as we transport the critical items to the surface, they should land roughly 2 clicks from the advance teams base." Tusanco states. "the fleet is not only a diversion, it will also be used to hinder the possiable ground forces we will encounter, drop pods make good target practice."
"wait, what are we going to the surface in?" asks Naaman
"well we only got ten working thunderhawks on this ship, and those are reserven for the equipment. so ethier you just jump and hope for a mountian of safety foam or you take a drop pod." we will also do this during a expected meator show to conceal the pods. Does everyone understand their missions?, good after we deal with this dratherian's placement we will begin." Tusanco ends and leaves the room.

Earlier

Kailen sits in his room and ponders what Tusanco said and realized what he must do and that is to prove himself worthy so that he might truly show these heretics what fear is. He stands up and walks over to his weapons and picks up his sword Kusanagi, ten implode grenades, his guns, and donned his Dratherian Power Armor (http://people.clarkson.edu/~stewarja/tc214/pics/power-armor.jpg). He sat and began to meditate so that he could be as good as possible at the current time.

Seven Hours Later

Kailen walked around his room and did Kata in order to stay in readiness. Who knew what they would do. Whatever it was though he would be ready.

OOC Good thinking Reken those ships were the Bane of Chronosia during our war.

Remiel's black Inquisition fleet, hovered in the inky blackness of space; fresh from the warp as they switched to conventional thrusters.

"My Lord, we are currently plotting the courses towards the Old Imperium. Key among our targets are forgeworlds and of course, long hallowed Mars" A scuttling thing with heretical runes bubbling from its flesh hissed.

"Of course." Remiel smiled, his perfect grin evidence of Slaanesh's touch. he was a being of most perfect physical beauty, and most terrible mental decay.
"We shall use every resource available to find what our black Master seeks. My Father needs everything we can find. The Hour draws near; he plans to translate the tablets, and locate the Black Library"

"Aye Lord"

"Once it is in our hands, the mysteries of Chaos and the universe shall be laid bare." He chuckled softly, his hands carressing the throne on which he sat with care. "Of course, there is the coming spat with the Godulans to consider, but that shall come later. Forward. We shall unlock all the secrets of the Imperium, and all the mysteries of Chaos..."

OOC Oh Chron you should know before this thread was created and during it I've completed all research necessary. There were but a handful of planets that manufactured or had a company of Titans. And I know them all. The rest of the planets on our agenda are merely for extra infantry vehicles. Also I know you want the Black Library but see I probably won't just let you have it. All fair competition I promise. But I suggest your Remiel Stele and my Kailen have a battle soon just to keep old rivalries.

OOC: Of course, but the Library is part of wider agenda. I had the plans laid, the tablets taken from Azaha at the Black Crusade :P Which predates an Chronosian contact with Dratheria. Though I would be happy to have a showdown soon enough, mon ami.

Thank You. You will be very pleased and surprised with Kailen's power.

glaring up from his throne, eyes red from manny nights of constant tactical routines, Tusanco sees a messenger enter the command tent, and kneel before him.
"Sir we have word from the Coven! The Figments have arrived at their destination and are proceeding as planned, as for here, we have covered 20% of the planet and have yet to find the entrance to the ancient temples." the messenger finishes and stands to leave.
"good send word to the Figments that as soon as they are done they are to rendezvous with us at this location." Tusanco hands him a datapad and dismisses him.

Thinking to himself:
"With Kailen leading the northern cap team and Naaman and Sternhammer leading teams on the south it must not be too much longer before we find them. Now all i got to worry about is there will be any instructional books to how they are driven."
"Once we have found them and sent them on their way home i must contact some old friends, and cash in all my favors for help on the next step toward clensing the old imperium of the hertic b@$tards."

On the North Ice Cap

He had been searching for days upon days with little to no discoveries. Kailen stands in his power armor using his suit's internal equipment to search for the ancient temple entrance. (http://www.fallout3.phx.pl/obrazki/render/ft_power%20armor03.jpg) His eyes transfixed on something buried under the rubble it was a door. He walked over and planted an implode grenade as he told the unit of his discovery. He quickly moved out of range and the majority of the rubble was gone in an instant. He walked over to the entance and knew that this was the entrance to the ancient temple. But as he read the secret language he realized this was the location of the Titan Legion Legio Ignatium and here they would find many titans. He told the unit to lock and load and sent a message to Tusanco with the location and information. He then proceeded to set up a perimeter for defense. He had also sent up the location of the other Legions on Mars as were inscribed on the inside of the doorway. One was in South Mars the other was in a secret location on the equator.

"By the emperor..." Tusanco wispers as he comes to a stop at the foot of a emperor class titian."...There must be 50 of them, and it looks like they have been maintained for all these centruies," Tusanco ponders what hes saying, shrugs it off and orders, "...Sternhammer, Naaman take squads and get me a detailed map of this place. Kailen, find a way to get me into that one, NOW." pointing to the largest titian he sees. "Brother, contact the base and tell them to prepare the dropships, we will be on our way shortly."

OOC: Of course, but the Library is part of wider agenda. I had the plans laid, the tablets taken from Azaha at the Black Crusade :P Which predates an Chronosian contact with Dratheria.

OOC: I will also not allow the Black library to fall prey to your hands without a fight.

OOC: Well, we'll see won't we :)

Kailen looked at Tusanco and figured out a way. He accessed the internal databanks of his power suit and found instructions regarding the titans. Inj a flash of red and blue light his suit changed now allowing angelic wings to flow behind him. He stretched out his wings and in a gust of wind he flew to the entrance to the cockpit. He quickly unlatched the the cockpit and engaged the mighty Titan's power core. By his computer read-out this was an Emperor-class Titan. He landed and picked Tusanco up and flew him to the cockpit. Kailen landed on the ground then realized what he could do to help he sent a message to Tusanco, "I will be back in a small amount of time trust me." He used his wings to bring him aloft and flew to the area of Mars known as Schiaparelli a place where no bystanders would get hurt it was here that he sent a telepathic message to the Chronosian starships.

Remiel De Drakan I'm calling you out. Me against you to see who's the best. I can't explain it but deep down in the darkest parts of my soul I despise you and hate you like I had known you once before. However me against you man to man. No one else I am alone here and here we can have a fight. Come now and show how great you really are. I ask no quarter from you only that you come alone.

With that Kailen sat back and waited for the man named Remiel De Drakan to come and get him.

OOC: Ok, first off his name is Remiel De Drakan; secondly, you obviously know nothing of my nation, as Marcus (The Daemon Emperor) bears Lifesbane, not Remiel. *sigh*

IC:

A small ship tore from the great ships of Chronosia and plunged through the Martian atmosphere; hovering over the blood red earth as it listened intently to the message from the Dratherians.

We have our own methods, Dratherian. We know the secrets of this world almost as well as you do. We could easily recover a Titan from its depths. But there are greater things than ancient technologies on Mars. Abaddon Thrice-Cursed knew this...

Remiel chuckled softly; standing upon the bridge of this ornate battletransport.

You underestimate the power of a Titan. Do you remember the stories of the Damocles crusade? How many Titans fell to the Xenos Missle Destroyers. You are a fool to assume that one charred piece of archaic technology will allow you to rebuild the Imperium. Where are your legions? Where your great God-Psyker; your Corpse-Lord? You think that a Titan shall make the Impeirum of Man great again? Deluded fools; let me show you the folly of your ambition. I shall hunt you every step of the way. I shall be your Horus....

He activated a communications device. "Send in the Tech Priests"

Drop pods and drop ships streamed from the Chronosian ships high above to the surface. They were headed for installations that lay on the opposing side of the world from the Dratherians; near the Noctis Labyrinth

Two beings stood upon the wings of the ship now, seemingly materialised from thin air; their shimmering bodies alive with light. Their marred flesh was brutally inscribed with runes; and for the most part they were nude. Chains crisscrossed their flesh, tightened inhumanly around it. Eyes blazed with warp fire and the runes inscibed upon them glimmered. Padlocks, amulets and other bindings; oaths written in Remiel's blood adorned their scarrified flesh.

Have you ever seen a Daemonhost; Dratherian? Let alone two? My father taught my order the rites. We bind daemons into human flesh, the beter to sustain them outside the Warp. In the Imperium you so venerate, they did this. Imperial Inquisitors did this...We learn from their righteous heresy.

OOC Sorry Chron fixed it I was reading Blood Angels when I posted this. There is an Inquisitor named Remius Stele who goes to Chaos in the book. Also I thought I read sumthin about Lifesbane on this thread.

Kailen quickly sent a telepathic message in reply

You coward so you would send your legions to fight me rather than fight me yourself. I thought Chaos believed in the killing of the Emperor's followers. So if you will not fight me by your own hand then I will be like a blade of light and cut through your legions and come for you and force you to fight me. This I promise.

Kailen spread his wings and a golden light filled the valley what he would become from this would be seen soon enough.

The ship hovered, before its hatches slid open; jets roared as Remiel, resplendant in his battle armor landed atop it; flanked by the Daemonhosts; their flesh pale with this strange luminesence.

I send them to take what I require, secrets. Knowledge is power; Dratherian, and as they secure the brighter future for Chronosia, so I secure you. My blade is not Lifesbane, but it is still a Daemonblade. Baltharus, the Master of Deceit. I ask my question again, heretic. Have you ever seen a Daemonhost? Such a perfect being...

Cackling as he let his laughter drift across the plains of Mars, he stared at his foe. Darkness came with him, a great and corporeal darkness; following him as he leapt from the ship.
Yet light followed also; the beings hovered at his side, watching him.

Would you know their names? Their history? They came from Tyr into the Emperor's service. I had them tortured, defiled...And then, they were made my servants eternal. They cannot be destroyed by your conventional weapons; not their essences, at least. They shall be bound to new bodies, should they die, or should they wear out these ones. Tell me, do you have family? Perhaps they could be the new hosts? Remiel's mind mocked him.

We hunger; our hour draws near. The Master's voice awakens us to battle. Stand forth, enemies of the Imperium. Your souls are forfeit....

When the light faded the Dratherians helmet was gone and a smile crossed his face. But not the smile and face of Kailen. No it was different one Remiel might have seen in the holomessages during the Chronosian-Dratherian war. It was the smile and face of John Mercer. He had returned from the hell dimension and he was stronger for it. He spoke in melodical voice, "Now I remember who I am. And I remember everything. You laugh at me well I laugh at you. I am the hope of the universe! I am the voice of all the innocent lives you destroyed! Now let's see haow powerful you really are." Mercer brought his sword up to the ready stance. He added one last thing, "This sword is named Kusanagi by popular name but by true name it is called Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi a holy sword wielded by the Japanese gods. Let's get this show on the road." He then began to yell a litany from Kuruda school, "The courage and the soul that will defeat the fear that is in my mind. Give me wings! Give my Shadow Skill wings to fly forth." His body increased in strength and his armor was filled with muscle. He was ready now.

Remiel chuckled, letting his power flow through him. Toned muscle, enhanced since birth, was ready to prove its true skill; bone tightened, he felt the solid mass of his ribs; felt every part of his body; unified, purifed by Chaos. He let his eyes open.

Children, Inquitional, rose; sacrifice.

Black knight; Pawn; residual temptation. Darkness birthed

The Daemonhosts chuckled, slipping down into the darkness as Remiel hovered, watching with eager eyes his enemy.

"Impressive, that you survived death, but a pity that you shall taste it so soon after. Tell me Mercer; has death been kind to you? My race does not fear it, the Reaper has not touched it as so many. we knew from the day we were born that we were not for your world. Flesh, bone; weak. When we touched chaos; our eyes were opened. The flesh is a vessel, a relic. The mind, the spirit...That is all important. I forsee a day when you cross the line, Mercer; all who face Chaos and know its evil do. I was one such as they. I was no Radical, but the allure of it...Indescribable."

The two fiends surged forth. One bore tiny metal tipped horns upon its head; while the other had no true face; instead a shifting cacophany of flesh...

Come morsel; take us to the feast. We wish to play! They spoke as though one, unified. Their bodies crackling with warp energies as they lashed out with pure psychic force; the ground beneath them crumbled, shattering under their power as the wave surged forth, tearing up the ground as it did.

Remiel opened fire; Stormbolter fire from his lightning claws raking the ground about Mercer as he and his puppets swooped in, determined to make this battle memorable.

Do you fear death, Crusader, now, when you are alone? May I call you Inquisitor, Mercer? Will you follow in my footsteps, will you be as I am, brother? May I call you that?

Mercer moved with god-like speed to avoid the stormbolter and calmly said two words that activated a secret technique from Kuruda, "HOLY LIGHT!" This technique was designed to banish daemons of all kinds from the user's presence. Mercer then brought up his bolter gatling gun and let it ring out shots at Remiel. Doing so he yelled, "Now this is a fair fight you think I did not return with some new techniques I am not even using a fourth of my true power."

"Foolish little child" Remiel chuckled. He slid from side to side, the bullets most dodging him, or richoceting off his armor. "You evidently know nothing of your ancestors. You are not worthy to ressurect the Imperium, because unlike me, its blood does not flow in your veins. You also show surprising ignorance of Daemons. How can you banish them, when they are trapped within the flesh? They are not warp for you to tear asunder..."

With these words the attack continued; the waves of psychic energy hurtling towards him still, as the Daemonhosts rose to join Remiel.

"They are my children..."

Black Master, Dark Father; his light tries to burn what is within.

"Your power is nothing. Your weapon is blessed; but it is not of the Gods; and there is barely any power left within that mortal shell of yours. You are pretentious; Mortal, as am I. I need no interference from my gods; because they have no direct involvement in this plane. In their name I invoke power from the warp; but I do not summon them. That, child, is impossible. It shows how little you know. The Gods of Old Earth, if they existed at all; are long dead...Now" He raised the Daemonblade, its crackled edge seetihng with anger; the thing trapped within was hungry, bless ts soul...
"Shall we begin?"

Mercer nodded slowly, understanding him, "But how can you a mere mortal ever understand the ways of my kind I am Angel, Daemon, and Man in one. I was born a Man from the origins of both Daemon and Angel. My god does not interfere. Because unlike ye who is but a conduit I am made of both heaven and hell as well as the Empyrean you worship. I am Man and everything else now witness my true power! The power of both good and evil!" With that golden energy as well as energy from chaos and hell issued forth like swords breaking through his power armor. And when it left he was left standing in his most pure form (http://doom.holm.ru/darkart/gallery/pict/darkangel.jpg). "Remember how the first Dratherian Republic fell to Nurgle. Well it was one warrior who stopped Nurgle and cleansed the gods of Chaos from our galaxy he was known as Theras Jokom. He used the Kuruda technique Heaven's Fury to cleanse a galaxy of them. I may not be as powerful but I can cleanse a planet. Know that your legions are not safe till I am dead." As he walked the energy aura around him was so powerful he left footprints of glass in his wake. He raised his sword and charged forth aiming for a deathblow. It crackled with energy unknown as it swung for the kill.

OOC: *cough* Wank...If your not invoking Gods; your being a Daemon/Angel Man; precious. But your not invulnerable.

Remiel dodged to the side, parrying the 'deathblow, as he dragged his own sword along the blade. He wanted to hurt this thing; to prove to it that it was not an angel, or a Daemon; no; it was a spoiled child with an unnatural ability. He cackled madly.

"Freak" He hissed "Freak...Make the little freak suffer"

He has an ill favored look[b] They screamed in chorus, lashing out with their minds as they hurtled towards him.

[b] You cannot ignore our assaults, little human. You cannot claim to be so powerful, we must punish you for insolence. we must!

Blades of bone had pierced their flesh; their wrists and elbows, shoulders; changed by the daemons within to incorporate these. They had been sheathed in titanium by their master; and now, lunging forward, they sought to kill...

Never once did emotion cross their blank eyes...

OOC Dude it's in my factbook. You guy speaks of daemons to a daemon turned angel. And I invoked no god it is the power of the followers of heaven and Kuruda fighting psyker powers. Keep in mind Mercer will be out for three days after this battle. Oh and remember the 500 Ex-Dratherian vessels in orbit but wait for Reken for that. Also Mercer is using his full power I told you he would be powerful enough to fight your Daemon emperor after his ressurection.

"YOU ARE WRONG FOOLS! I WAS ONCE DAEMON THEN I TURNED TO JEHOVAH AND BECAME ANGEL THEN IN THE LAST DAYS OF THE WAR WE BECAME MORTAL FLESH TO EXPERIENCE THE JOYS AND SORROWS OF THIS LIFE! I AM NO MAN! I AM DRATHERIAN!" With that energy beams hotter than plasma spewed forth from the amulets on his chest striking at the Daemonhosts. From there he continued striking at Remiel never giving him an inch forward and keeping him on the defensive his sword crackled with more golden energy as it clashed with the Daemon Blade. This was just getting started.

The Daemonhosts roared in indignat anger as the blasts attacked them, searing their flesh, tearing into thme; before they deflected them with blasts of focussed warp; or teleported, fading from reality to materialise elsewhere. Both lunged at Mercer; letting the burning essence of their warp blood spray at him, even as their wounds began to heal. Though they were still wounded, their power allowed such cosmetic vanities.

Pure warp energy crackled about them, as they let forth screams; blasts as power as a warp cannon.
Have to try harder, friend...Have to try harder still

Remiel blocked, forcing forward. He would not be drive into a defense against this fiend. He ducked, letting his jets cycle, plunging below before jetting up to strike at Mercer from behind.

"Zealous fool; you delude yourself with false power" He thrust, then spun his blade in a great arc destined for the amulets. "Stolen power at that!"

The sword struck Mercer and he screamed in agony but what the amulets were was part of his new armor melded with his body. The amulets which were merely focusing points for energy beams from his soul were nothing but nonetheless Mercer took flight and dived at Remiel aiming his sword for Remiel's arm. Mercer ignored the Daemonhosts as his injuries healed at an astounding rate.

OOC Chron be back on later tonight when I will have a............friend to help. But reply and I'll read it.

OOC: I'm not going to reply if you continue to wank with your omfg uber one man army.
You can't just ignore the Daemonhosts psychic attacks...And I couldn't care less about your friend. Drag Reken into this fight, and I'll have to hurt him too.
But fine, lets see how you like being brutalised. I'm not gonna take any god modding in this thread; if you do, I'll simply ignore it like your 'god sword' (Theres your invoking the Gods)

IC:

Remiel felt the blade ricochet off his armor, driving metal shards into his arm, as he hissed and whirled around; forcing the seething edge of his Daemon blade to attack this damnable being. His entire being was focussed against him; mind, body and soul. Lashing out in psychic attack, he followed through with physical blows; all the while enforced and aided by the blasts of the Daemonhosts.

An invaluable asset. It made him chuckle softly as he watched them hurl blasts of psychic energy at the fool Mercer.

Time your wings were clipped The two beings hissed as they focussed their coruscating warp energies against his wings; lunging forward to attack them.

The heavens were alive with battle; conflict; but Remiel knew that this was the extent of the beings power, despite its boasts. Now; he would serve his emperor...And bring death to the heretics.

"A THOUSAND SHIPS MERCER! I HAVE BROUGHT THEM HERE TO SEAL YOUR FATE; ALL THE ARMIES OF THE INQUISITION!"

OOC It's a weapon of the false gods. Trust me it's probably close in power to Lifesbane. And those attacks were some of the wounds that healed. He heals quickly but to an extent. Remember this guy is my main character and my most powerful character. Like your Daemon Emperor. Just read my factbook. And I'm trying to get used to this type of RPing so sorry but I'll correct myself as I go. Ok I just wasn't ready to fight three opponents. He isn't a one man army but he is damn powerful close to your Daemon Emperor but you have hurt him more than I let on I was waiting for you to do something like this so I could try to express his injuy and pain.

IC
He was forced to dodge the energy blasts from the Daemonhosts using enrgy shields from amulets on his arms to deflect the ones that could not be dodged. He felt the pinions of wings on his back as they were struck by the Daemonhosts. It was agony as he felt them ripped asunder and he screamed a scream heard round the planet as he fell to the ground. He folded what was left of his wings into his body as he was covered in blood. Mercer yelled, "I WILL NOT FALL. I WILL USE EVERY OUNCE OF MY POWER TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU NEVER MET ME. I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU THINK WAIT FOR MY NEXT ATTACK I WILL MATCH YOU BLOW FOR BLOW TILL ONE OF US FALLS. I AM DRATHERIAN AND AKUMAN I WILL NOT FAIL." He moved backwards at blinding speed and assessed the situation then he felt her presence she was here now the second act had begun now all he had to do was wait for the final act.

In orbit a Hades-class Quick Strike Cruiser folded space.

Kira stood in her battle armor on the teleporter pad. In the next second she was standing next to John with her wings unfolded now Remiel faced two warriors of equal power although Mercer was weakened from the fight Kira was ready to take on the Daemonhosts. She said, "LET'S GO! BROTHER I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK NOW LET'S SHOW HIM WHAT THE MERCERS CAN DO!!!!!" With that she charged the Daemonhosts her Witchblade switched to dual mode and sang as it struck at them with blinding speed. Mercer stood there and a nimbus of psychic energy started to crackle around his head as he launched a large psychic bolt at Remiel then followed up with an attack to the other arm using Kusanagi. He then extended his other forearm blade and then followed up with shallow slices at all points on his body with 'god-like' speed.He continued to focus his psychic energy on Kusanagi and his blade to make his attack stronger. However he felt his body growing weary and knew he wouldn't be able to hold his transformed state for too much longer.

OOC: You do realise that Remiel and the Daemonhosts and presumably Mercer (Except now that his wings have been injured) , were all in mid-air. So unless Kira can also fly; you might have to edit

OOC All Dratherians and Ferans can fly with Angel Wings. Only a few like John and Kira can go to their Angelic form and even fewer can do what John did. I'll have him fall to the ground I forgot I had to go pick up my new truck right when I was typin that.

Remiel parried, fighting back, roaring in pain and anguish at the blows that struck true, yet fighting onwards; not willing to relent to this...being. He would not be defeated so easily. Lashing out, mind and body, he whirled; striking at his opponent; a dervish of pain and power and blackest rage.

The Daemonhosts roared as the blades pentrated their flesh and they shifted, jumping to different points; bombarding her with psychic blasts; materialising nearer to strike out with claw and talon and all manner of black psyker blasts.
Our power is the Warp. we bring it with us, we harness it, did you think even holy Mars was free of its Taint? The Fabricator general prostituted his soul to Horus so long ago...We know all the secrets you would seek

The things struck out, again, again; wounds taking tolls on their usurped bodies, and upon the body of their Master. He suffered as he fought, raging against this Dratherian thing...But there was still warp fire in their veins, and songs in their black hearts.

And he still persisted...

Mercer jumped back out of range and threw an Implode grenade although he and Remiel were out of range the vacuum would enter the cuts on Remiel's body and cause extreme amounts of pain. He then started to slash again and again. Once again he jumped out of range and threw this time a white phosphorus grenade (a powder capable of cutting through the strongest steel) which exploded over Remiel's head. He then moved in to strike again.

Kira was in the sky fighting their psychic blows were devastating and the wounds from the Daemonhosts were superficial but slowed her slightly. She began to move faster and faster and swung out with the blades and every so once in awhile she would throw Neo-titanium shuriken blades at their bodies. She was having fun but she was still getting started.

OOC The grenades are Outlanders tech i.e. PMT. The second is just powder and a small explosion.

Remiel hissed, drawing in his breath at the pain that cycled through him, hurling his body to the side to dodge the incessant blows of the Dratherian and the blasts of his grenades. Blood trickled from gaps and cracks in his armor and he tightened his hand into a fist, grasping the hilt of his sword.
"I will not surrender to you Mercer...You are not worthy to take my life" He stood; his body crackling with cauterising heat as he focussed his mind.
"You shall not ascend to rule an Imperium of Man, none of your kind shall"

He looked around; the Daemonhosts were still fighting; a shuriken tore across one of their necks, its spine breaking as its head slumped to one side. It slumped to the ground; the runes that were dancing madly about the surface faded....

....Only to reappear on its body, as it rose, its neck hanging limp; a sickening crack echoing as it turned its head towards her, warp energy flowing across its neck.
A pretty throw; a prize for the lady It sneered as they combined their energies; a crackling and searing ball of warp energy coalescing above the surface of Mars
He shoots... It screamed into her mind as the two sent it hurtling towards her, lunging forward to attack with renewed psychic force; their superficial wounds like badges of honor; even as their deeper wounds howled in black resonance.

Kira saw the Daemonhost get up and said, "You have got to be s***ing me!" Then she saw the Warp energy hurtling towards her. She dodged most of it but was still clipped by it. It singed her flesh and caused her head to spin but she quickly recovered. She combined Witchblade and activated her lightsaber with her other hand. She flew at a renewed speed saying, "You want to play with Psychic power! Fine here's all you can handle!" Then she fired a large bolt of psychic energy at the Daemonhosts then went in for the kill swinging her blades at their flanks.

Mercer laughed and moved at amazing speed saying one thing, "Me nor any of my allies shall rule the Imperium. It will be the Emperor. It is easier than you think to beat death and if I can the Emperor can. But I give you praise for surviving this long you are an impressive foe." He locked swords with Remiel then drew his Harconan Magnum and squeezed off four rounds at his stomach at point blank range. Each round was more powerful than a bolter round. Mercer then continued his relentless attack not letting up with his sword. He then jumped back and built up spirit energy into a baseball-sized ball of energy and yelled, "SOUL PUNISHER!!!" as he threw it at Remiel but when it hit him it would not cause any physical pain but it would torture his spirit and soul. He started to feel weak, soon he would become just Dratherian again and he would become weaker for it.

The Daemonhosts dodged her physical blows, teleporting, even as her psychic wave tormented them; their insane screams echoing across the world. They hissed, their bleeding, warp fuelled forms were blazing with primitive energies; crackling with static discharge as they jumped eratically from place to place.
You scar us, and we bleed, little one. Impressive...But we are not to be outdone yet They hissed, tongues lolling mockingly from their mouths.
Care to try again?

"You cannot restore that which is milennia dead, Mercer....You...are deluded..."
The Bullets were mostly stopped by his armor; in places tearing through to send shrapnel into his chest; protected as he was by the Black Carapace and the solid mass of his ribs. He held out his hand as the psychic blast slammed into it, and he hissed; holding it there. He felt energy surging about him, through him. His armor tore free of his arm, ripping free; sending forth searing waves of pain through his body, as he roared.
"Dark Master, Black Father; Servant in Flesh, I invoke thee..." The ball crackled, growing, expanding with barely controlled energy, as the flesh on his arm began to sear and blacken.
"Give me the power! Give me the power, I beg of you!" He roared, bellowing as he forced his own power through the blast, even as the flesh continued to burn, searing great lesions into his arm. "GIVE ME THE POWER!" runes blazed upon his armor; great wards, soon mirrored upon the ground below them, even the air was alive with it....As he let slip the Dogs of War.

The blast exploded from his hand, a surging wave of destruction and madness, hurtling straight for the Dratherian. Remiel roared in agony as his armor tore away in firey discharge; blazing shrapnel torn into the wake of the blast. He sheathed his sword; his god arm raising the Heavy Bolter in Defiance.
"Burn in the fires of hell, sent there by the grace of the Gods. I comend your soul to Chaos; Dratherian!"

He opened fire...

OOC Chron leave the Adrantis Five thing alone please it's my set-up for the Search for the Blood Angels Gene-seed.

IC
Kira smiled as she realized this was gunna be harder than she thought but then again she has fought and killed some of the strongest demons from Hell and Chaos. Even the Lord of Change could not stand against her Witchblade. Then again she felt she was holding back because they were Dratherian however she would not let them win. She did care to try again. She drew a crystal prism from inside her living Witchblade armor and aimed it at the Daemonhosts. She started talking, "You seem to be adept at avoiding my direct attacks meaning you two were the twins Tharsa and Gikon of the Shadow Clan. When you were your own you were powerful even able to use your Angel Blades, but now you have become far less powerful. To any effect I dare you to try to avoid an attack from all sides. PRISM BLADES!!!!!" With that the prism glowed golden and hundereds of golden energy blades sprang forth and surrounded the Daemonhosts and at once the blades came in for the finish.

The energy beam caught his left arm tearing his armor away and sending white-hot shrapnel into his arm. His arm although slightly damaged was still usable. The heavy bolter caught the armor on his chest and tore a large chunk away and he felt the heat burn his chest. He laughed it off and said, "Even as we speak it is being resurrected. There is a power of ancient origin I have just felt ripped free from the clutches of space and time and even as we speak my people are preparing the ritual to ressurect a figurehead you fear. They prepare my dying wish to use magics long since forbidden. This has been a great fight it has been a long time since I have been in such a thrilling battle but I think since you invoked some power I should too. NOW WITNESS MY SHADOW SKILL!!!!!!!!" With that his armor bound itself like shackles around Mercer's wrists allowing little to no movement for his arms. His sword melted into his armor and became a crystal on his chest. He cracked his bones and said, "I will give you a gift by showing you my Shadow Skill. Now you will witness true power. The power of Kuruda. Ready yourself for your end. WITNESS THE COMBAT KILLING SKILLS RAPIER AND HAKEN!!!" With that Mercer let loose two kicks each let loose a blade of energy hotter than plasma. He then followed up with four bonecrushing kicks. His movements nor his body language indicated how much he was truly injured only adrenaline and his sister above kept him fighting through the pain with such power. He thought to himself, I may have five minutes left in this form maybe less, maybe a tad more. Either way I have to end this now. If not I may have one form left but not near as powerful. I lost a lot of power to those Daemonhosts and gained a lot of injuries. I have to win! I can't lose! He yelled aloud, "I WILL NOT DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Near Adrantis Five

An ancient Battle Barge by the name of Europae was pulled free from the event horizon of a black hole by some unknown force. Along with it were a squad of strike cruisers inside the crew woke up from a millenia old slumber. Inside a powerful force hummed and came to life as it's silent protector felt it's message he said only two words, "I understand." The ships pulled away and in a short time were heading to Mars through the Warp.

The Daemonhosts hissed and chuckled, gurgling laughter bubbling forth from their throats as they watched countless blades focuss upon them, they felt the rush as the blades rushed towards them; and they slammed together...
Wrong...
They roared in triumph; flesh blistering, melding, as they triggered a psychic blast around themselves; countless blades hurling away, even as some pierced their now conjoined flesh. They blinked from existence again, appearing outside the radius of her blades. They gestured with clawed hand at the crystal prism; focussing their minds of shattering the annoying tool.
You underestimate us; even as you wound us. You were so close, little one. The body matters little; it is the soul that is important. Do not be so arrogant as to assume our identities! They, it, bellowed psychically.

"I fear nothing...Not even the Emperor. He is nothing compared to the glory of the Dark Gods; that is why he fell to Horus, that is why he will fall again. You cannot ressurect what is millenia lost, Dratherian, not even with your brand of insane science. Tell me, how many of your devices have actually succeeded?" He chuckled, mocking Mercer. "You and your entire race are ridiculed for your presumption and your over-confidence; for your attempts to build things that are beyond your ken. If you do ressurect him; I will see to it that he dies..."

Remiel slid back, watching the plasma kicks sear thin air. "Impressive what you can improvise when the stakes are down Dratherian; you truly are pathetic, to think that you can keep fighting at full power, on and on, with your demon forms. You have forgotten the honor of true combat" Remiel let mocking laughter pour forth. "You are nothing to me; in fact, you are almost no longer worthy of fighting" He grasped the blade of his sword, even as his finger tightened around the trigger of the bolter; he pulled...
"I will merely free you from your misery, wretch" He pulled the trigger; explosive rounds hurtling towards his head and torso. Remiel dropped it, running forth, spinning his blade; leaping above him at the last moment, before landing behind his foe, bringing the blade crashing towards his foes back.

Mercer dodged the rounds but barely. He sensed Remiel appear behind him and moved quickly but not fast enough. The demon blade shattered his armor on his back and left a large laceration on his back. He quickly moved back with renewed strength and a single gun slid from his armor a large silver magnum appeared and fired off six rounds at Remiel. "You speak of honorable combat but when I asked you to come alone you brought those foul creatures with you. I need not improvise this is the power I have been holding back. The Emperor only fell to Horus because he showed compassion and mercy for his best friend even while he was Chaos. And dammit I am no demon anymore I am mortal. If I were still demon you would have died long ago. I am just uing th amalgamation of those powers of which I am part. And you are wrong as long as my sister is still up there fighting and near me I can stay like this forever. NOW DIE!!!!!!!!!" Mercer merely smiled as his sword appeared in his hand and he charged swinging with lightning speed giving no quarter to Remiel. He flew back and threw a slash into the ground while yelling, "HATEN!" and five giant blades of golden energy hot as plasma cut to Remiel at 'god-like' speed. Then he felt his armor tear and shift but he forced it to hold together borrowing strength from his sister.

The prism shattered in Kira's hand and she merely was just annoyed with this setback. She laughed and said, "You boys just made my job a lot simpler." She withdrew her sword and charged as it melded to her body she bacame a living sword. She attacked again and again hundreds of blades attacking each time. Below she felt her brother's power weaken and lent him strength.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~MEANWHILE~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Large blast flings the temple doors open as the 13th wolfen comes into view.
"UNLEASH HELL MY BROTHERN!" Sternhammer calls out as he pulls of a bolter round at the nearest Chaos tecpriest; After seeing the podsfalling through the sky Sternhammer followed them to this site. "let none of them survive!" He calls out as two of his wolfen brotheren swarm through the doorway into the mass of tecpriests, Chainsword in one hand, bolter in the other.
-Naaman! report back to Tusanco, i have found the pods and met strong restiance.- Sternhammer comms
-May Russ Be with you- Naaman Replies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back To The Fight~~~~~~~~
Patching into Mercers comm net Tusanco says:
-This is not my fight Mercer. Remiel shall taste my blade soon enough, if you can't deal with him on your own. you choose this fight and i will not allow the scales to be tilted. these daemons shall be dealt with likewise. fear not for the TRUE imperium shall prevail.-
Pulling his shuriken catapult out he releases a clip at the remaining daemonhosts. "lets make this a fair fight!"

Mercer looked back to see his old friend Tusanco and was relieved. He laughed and said, "Remiel welcome to the final act. Remember our war you say you brought a thousand ships well Reken brought five hundred Dratherian vessels. It only took fifty of said vessels to destroy two hundred of your own. You may have brough five times as many vessels this time but we brought easily ten times. Face it you are outclassed for the God-Emperor reaches out with his power and protects us. My own people traveled through the domain of your Warp gods multiple times and they were too afraid to even get near them. Face it your gods are impotent. If you repent now I will relieve you of your sins and you will not face eternal damnation. Come now Remiel you spoke of honor now it's just you and me two injured warriors. But if you had not brought your accursed daemons I would have killed you far quicker than this. If your kind had embraced Astaroth rather than those Chaos gods maybe you would stand a chance." Mercer pressed his attack swinging his sword again and again at lightning speed. Now that he was surrounded by friends he could feel their power and became more powerful such was the power of light.

In the skies above Kira saw Tusanco and smiled it had been a long time since they were all together. The last being the Great War. She laughed and said, "Thank you Tusanco my old friend. I shall get you more assistance now. Let's make these heretics wish they had never seen us." Kira flew off and left the daemonhosts to their fight and pressed her comlink saying, "All ships decloak begin landing procedures and kill every last one of those damn heretics." Suddenly in the space above the Rogue Jedi fleet decloaked and from it tens of ships came down landing on the surface. When it was all done over nine thousand True Jedi were on the surface and engaging in battle all using powers unbeknownst to Chaos. Their lightsabers cut through air each powerful enough to cut through Terminator Armor. They struck at every heretic possible these men and woman had slain the most powerful demons from hell and Chaos and they were hungry for battle. Kira resumed her mighty attack allowing them no quarter. The armies were here now it must end. For the sake of all that is good in the universe.

In space the mighty fold cannons opened fire on the Chronosian fleet. Any ships caught in their beams would be crushed and destroyed.

In space fold behind the Chronosian fleet the new Tormentum-class starship Tormentum had come into view. It resembled an old terran battleship. (http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/macross7/macross7-battle7-carrier.jpg) This starship was more dangerous than first appearances but it did not move to attack but merely glided buy at incredible speeds to move along next to the nearest Dark Wolves Battle Barge.

On the Europae

As the Europae approached nearer to Mars they saw the conflict and watched carefully. On the bridge stood Lord Mephiston and Lord Commander Dante. They watched and realized that remants of the Imperium still fought for the God-Emperor. In the cathedral the artifact hummed out again this time it would not be silent and it's chosen wielder and consul removed it from it's containment field and walked to the bridge. Rafen stood next to Lord Mephiston holding the Spear of Telesto in his grasp. Rafen spoke up, "Lord Commander the Spear tells me of the conflict there. There three forces battle. The Space Marines, Chaos, and one other the Spear has only seen but once. There is a titanic battle between two men on that planet. Sir should we not assist our bretheren?" Dante grimaced and said, "Let us first see if they need our help. Then we shall consider." With that the three Blood Angels stood and stared at the battle thinking on their next course of action and trying to comprehend the battle on the surface between the two warriors.

OOC: Drath, your guy can't stay that way forever, no matter what you wrote about your race in a short story you invented. See, fictions alot different from roleplay, you've gotta have limits....Now, I've been putting up with a hell of a lot, but I came into this Rp for one thing, and since I basically have that, I'm getting ready to just leave, if you don't stop your utter and total wankery. Are we understood?
You improvise every two seconds! With this ability and that ability, and omfg! uber martial arts! and hundreds of blades appearing from no where, even when I break your toy!

That and where the hell did you get blood angels, you haven't even started your quest for them. Dear God...

Remiel chuckled, coughing blood even as he hammer commands into the communications device on his wrist. "You are a Daemon Mercer, even if you deny it, you are tainted, your entire bastard race is tainted, and I shall be there, when you die...The Imperium will never rise again; it shall fall, into blood and ashes as it did so long, when Chaos brought the killing blow. That is why you shall find no ruins of Cadia, save Pylons and scorched Earth..."

He closed his eyes, and he was teleported back to the vessel.

'Status?"

"My Lord, the Tech Priests have analysed plans for the Titans, and have transmitted them hence."

"Excellent, I want the entire fleet on evasive maneuvers; launch viral bombs and orbital bombardments against enemy lines; and cover us as we get the hell out of here."

'Aye, my Lord"

The great orbital cannons of the Imperium roared into bloody life; sending screaming bombs and viral warheads towards Reken's lines. The entire fleet turned to fight their enemy; Dratherian weapons tearing into them, as they lost around ten ships.

A pity that we learn from you, is it not, little Dratherians?

The mocking laughter echoed as the Daemonhosts faded from existence.
The flagship of the fleet initiated its warp drive; tearing into the Immaterium as its counterparts returned fire against the fleet; missles and torpedoes roared in the void; warp cannons screamed like angry Sirens.
"Burn it to the ground..." Was Remiel's last order, as hell was unleashed against Mars and the Heretic Fleet.

The Tormentorunleashed it's mighty reflex cannons destroying the bombs that fell to the atmosphere. It would not allow the bombs to fall. On board commander Telis Jartha laughed and said, "They fired the first shots and tried to assasinate our President dishonorably. Let them taste the flames of Dratheria. Order the fleet in let's show them what the three most powerful war vessels Dratheria has can do." In the space behind the Chronosian fleet two more of the Tormentum-class War Carriers and 30 Macross-class Assault Carriers came into view. The Tormentum-class Warr Carriers, capable of destroying the strongest Dratherian defenses twice with one shot, fired their main Gunship Lasers into the largest sections of the Chronosian fleet. These weapons fell just short of 'superlasers', although not capable of destroying a planet it was still easily capable of tearing the enemy fleet asunder. As the last bombs fell a force unbeknownst to all Chronosians reached up and swatted them away. The ones doing it were John and Kira. They used their energy blasts to destroy some of the incoming warheads in combination with the anti-missile weapons till none were left. John yelled defiantley in telepathy and aloud, "REMIEL YOU COWARD YOU RAN WHEN THE ODDS WERE EVEN WHICH SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU DIFFER FROM THE DAEMONS YOU SO WORSHIP. WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IS THAT NO DAEMONS ARE EVIL IN NATURE. IT IS THEY THEMSELVES THAT CHOOSE TO BE EVIL. AND WE CHOOSE TO BE GOOD AND WERE REWARDED FOR IT. WE BECAME ANGELS ABSOLVED OF OUR SINS FOR ORIGINALLY SERVING THE ANTI-CREATOR THEN WE BECAME MORTAL. WE ARE THE CREATOR'S WILL ON THE MATERIAL PLANE YOU CHILDISH FOOL."

John landed and looked to Tusanco saying, "There are a couple things we have to get. Before we leave. The Dratherian transports are beaming them all up to their cargo holds and folding to your space. All we need is the Library Omnissiah. The titans have already been moved as well as everything else of importance. We must hold them off till the Tormentor can beam it up. Agreed? Let us not give them any quarter."

OOC Looks like I win this one eh Chron oh and those Tormentum-class are capable of destroying the Black Sun and Shadow Star fleets in one shot. I believe not even you could defeat them. Dude I thought you wanted to win our little exchange. In the next post he would have reverted. Oh well.

OOC: What can I say, I got what I needed, and couldn't stand your constant godmodding, "I will be like this as long as my sister is here, oh look at my randomly made up uber martial arts".
Left a bad taste in my mouth; sorry bud. And I don't really care how strong you think your ships are; mine still have a fighting chance. These babies are built for war.
And you can't destroy all my bombs, thats not nice :p or fair:P That and you'd be firing at the planet....Also, at the planet, towards where the bombs are falling...
Also, Wh40K Daemons; Evil, no two ways about it. You want to debate that, go ahead, it'll show the pick and scratch knowledge you have of Wh40K

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The Imperial vessels brought their weapons to bear against the enemies 'mightiest ships'. They could destroy Dratherian defences two times over; but they were not used to Chronosian defences, the irony of Dratherian weapons being better at friendly fire....

The Chronosians opened up with everything they had; continuing the bombardment (For some had gotten through the Dratherian wave of attack), and turning their weapons agains tthe enemy. Every ship in the fleet focussed their weapons against the Tormentors now; roughly a thousand ships focussing on three. The Impeirum would love to see how to see how the Dratherians dealt with such mased firepower...

below the Imperium's troops unleashed hell. Melta bombs flew through the sky; explosions rokce dthe camp around them as they set off missles. Bolters roared, heavy bolters echoed in fury. Plasma hurtled forth, even as Berzerkers leapt defences to bring their Chainxes to the Enemy. Their leader may have left, but these troops fought on; they would not fail him...After all, they knew the Masters plan. To weaken the Dratherian half-breed, convince him of victory; and then annihilate the planet...

OOC Actually you tagged my Kuruda School. Which is what it is. There are two forms in it the Open Skill then the much more powerful Shadow School. And Kira's came from her armor read the comic Witchblade some day. The Blood Angels is how I'm gunna set up the search I changed it a bit. And it's not nice of you to be a dishonorable coward and Mercer is pissed off big time. Plus you're the one who is dihonorably trying to kill two national leaders. That was his bluffing he wouldn't have held it past your next post. But oh well. I just wanted Tusanco to be there so that when he reverted he wouldn't be getting b****slapped around by three people. Reflex Cannons have variable power settings so they could be like defense turrets and yes they will hit surface but probably not anywhere dangerous to all my people. Also they did have a choice originally but they went to Chaos and were hence forth created by Chaos. I'm talkin originally. It even says it in the Bible.

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The Tormentor finished procedures and folded space to deliver it's precious cargo. As the other ships felt the attack they recieved heavy damage. But underneath their thin Neutronium secondary hulls absorbed most of the impact. The assault had broken through their barrier and their shields, causing heavy damage to the ships which quickly pulled out of firing range.

On the surface the fighting raged on although roughly thirty Jedi had fallen they continued to advance on the enemy using more tactics firing off Sidium rounds at the enemy. The armies of Jedi would overwhelm the heretics.

OOC: you wanted Tuscano there so that when/if you reverted; you'd have three people to try and beat the hell out of a wounded Remiel; hence I got out before you closed your obvious little noose around me, now, we can argue about this, or you can stop being so fucking uber; , and omfg angel/daemons that can swat bombs with their swords.

Even if they were, that'd be hurting the hell out of them, and you said it yourself, Mercer's already weakened. And if your stupid school is such a new post, how did Mercer learn things from it when HES BEEN DEAD.

Improvisation and contradiction...

OOC You have a point with the sword and I will rectify that I'm just uber tired. But as for Kuruda the school just opened to other nations of NS. Also that is not true Reken also thoguht you were being a dishonorable dick. Then the fight became even. But that's just how you are I guess.

OOC; Dishonorable? I prefer cunning and devious, myself. This is how I am

The Chronosian ships continued their assault; turning formidable weapons systems against the Dratherian vessels; focussing their power at the bulk of the enemy fleet. They would cleanse, they would purge, they would kill! And not one would stand against them...

Remiel stood prone as his armor was repaired, his body maintained by healing injections and surgery. His arm was gone; replaced by a heavily armored bionic implant. He closed the metal fist; its entire length inalid with markings like tattoos; blessings of the dark gods.
"I...am Ready" he hissed. His wounds cauterised and closed, his body fuelled by rage...
"Do it"

Remiel reappeared on the surface as the bombs exploded about John and Kira, debris and flames roaring everywhere; bio-bombs exploding around them. he adjusted his rebreather and surged froth through the sand and dust. All he had needed was the chance to recuperate quickly, and now that he was relatively healed, yet far from full strength, he lashed out, body and mind at the wounded Mercer.

Far from them, the troops of the Imperium lashed out with their full force; even as some fell to their enemies. Explosions rocked the red world; Psykers unleashed devestating blasts of warp energy, Berzerkers brought their chainaxes screaming forth in search of skulls, and Plague Marines roared forth with noxious vigor. The Dratherians had to watch friends and comrades rendered down into drugs by the Slaanesh Worshipping Noise Marines, who let fly with waves of rending sonic energy. Havoc unleahsed blasts of heavy weapons fire as they charged in.

Terminator armored marines and Obliterators opened fire with gouts of lascannon and autocannon fire; the twisting living armor and weapons of the Obliterators lashing out with fully fledged force.

"WE CAN WIN THIS BROTHERS! ONWARDS!"

OOC You want to play this way then fine. Mercer won't be at full stregth but he will still be strong enough to fight you evenly. Ever watch Stargate?

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Mercer saw him come and in his weakened state could not dodge him as he felt Remiel's sword pierce his exposed stomach. As he fell from the sky dying he felt the warm tingle of a transporter beam. In the next moment he was in a medical bay. He saw a woman standing over him with a shining blue cube. He felt his injuries heal and his wings grow back. He quickly stood up and grabbed his sword. And said one order, "BEAM ME BACK IMMEDIATLEY!!! Now Remiel will taste my power alone." The golden light enveloped Mercer again and he returned to his ultimate form. He felt the warm tingle again and was behind Remiel saying, "Tusanco, Kira go to your soldiers and fight with them show these heretics our power. I will finish the coward off. I will get away if need be. Just allow me to show this heretic what a Mercer can do and how the Imperium will beat him. I have more than enough strength now to beat him." He looked at Remiel and said, "Well now it seems we are evenly matched now. If they kill you later then it is no fault of my own. But whilst I am here they will not. Let's get started then!" With that Mercer charged forward and swung his sword in an arc alshing at Remiel pressing his attack with lightning speed swinging again and again.

On the battlefield the Jedi still surged forward using powerful attacks to attempt to rid themselves of the Heretics few falling to the enemy attacks.

"Indeed we are. Who do you think you are calling a coward, Mercer? You died; a cowards death by malfunction! You wandered without memory or name." he dodged the lightning fast attack, ducking, slashing towards Mercer's back as he leapt up.

"I came here to face you, man to man, without your lackies. Still, that sister of yours, she would make a good Daemonhost; I would enjoy violating her flesh" he chuckled, this is what he must do, rile him up. "Come now Mercer; fight me. This is as close to your goal as you can get. The ancient ground of Mars itself, will become your tomb." He moved with blinding speed, slashing at Mercer and lashing out with psychic power; his mind expanded a hundred fold; he could feel every being on the world, fighting, dieing...

The Chronosians continued to pound the enemy; raw firepower and determination, zealous anger, was enough to fight these heretic fools. Though many fell, the armies continued to fight on, their weapons hot and eager; their souls hungering for the kill. To take life was one of the greatest gifts from the Gods. Inquisitors surged through the lines; force weapons slashing towards flesh; psycannons letting forth devestating blasts.

"FOR THE GODS!!"

OOC Let's leave the other things alone till about 11:00 central time tonight Reken will be back then. He's at work.

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He dodged his attack with ease. "Well finally you show some honor but now it is too late. I still give you the chance to repent for your sins. If you do then I will let you have an honorable death. And you will never touch my sister! Because you will not survive whether you lose or I have to take you with me. Face it you have lost when you die thats it, but as long as one person remembers me I will return. You thought by pissing me off you'd make me make mistakes then you were wrong. This is righteous anger and it makes me more focused. NOW DIE!!!!!!!! NOVA BLADE!!!!!!!" With that his sword ignited with the flames of hell. And he swung his sword over and over again the flames arcing further than the sword. He pressed his attack moving as fast as a Cadalius assassin. Mercer's attacks became increasingly more accurate and he became faster. As the fury inside him grew so did his power.

Remiel grinned, taking the blows of the sword; welcoming the resonating waves of pain and Impact.
He paused, one gauntleted hand reache dup to grab the blade of the sword; welcoming the pain that surged through him. The first and arm of his bionic arm crackled with energy; a red hot discharge...He forced it towards Merecer's chest, sigils and runes dancing across the artificial limb.

"In this world, there are thos ewho create and those who destroy; Destruction is the ultimate in creation. Without it, notihng could be created. I serve a purpose, Mercer; as do you, but we are opposing halfs of the same equation. Good and evil, Order and Chaos....As long as one of us stands, we are legion...None can stop the spread of Chaos..." He chuckled. "So, we seem to be at stalemate..."

The amulets on Mercer's chest glowed and golden energy pulsed out of the amulet. It struck at Remiel aimed for his hand and further. He jumped back and laughed saying, "You are right but then our battle will go on for eternity and longer. When all is done and gone and everyone else is dead we will be left still fighting in an Endless Waltz. The only thing capable of stopping Chaos is Order. The only thing capable of killing an Angel is a Daemon. But I can try to bring an end to your kind as you can to mine. And no matter how much Order destroys Chaos and Chaos destroys Order the y will always exist. But this is about you and me. Two warriors on a crumbling planet. Two warriors who have bloodlust in their hearts. Now come now let's finish this." With that his Angelic Magnum appeared in his hand but when it transformed it reverted back into a true Angel Arm. His right arm was encased in Angelic metal. He started yelling, "Now it's your Daemon Arm against my Angel Arm! ANGEL PUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His right arm glowed golden and he threw a punch directed right at Remiel's chest.

OOC: When you make that face...my left arm starts to shake....this arm, that holds your hand....
:P

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Remiel cackled, plunging the crackling red arm against the Angel Arm. "You Xeno filth!" He hissed; eyes blazing with hardly contained madness. he slid his sword from its scabbard with his free arm, thnrusting the blade towards Mercer's stomach, slashing upwards, hammering at the Amulets.
"DIE!" He hisses "Die and let them scoop up what remains" He gasped as the punch struck his armor, denting it, duckling it, as he focussed all his psychic strength against Mercer. "I'll break that Angel body" He bellows, dragging blade towards Mercer's arm

Mercer laughed as the sword cut through the Amulets and bounced off the Angel Arm. He said, "Remiel you always think destroying those amulets will hurt me but it does not. They are just extra focusing points. My Angel Arm is also stronger than you think. It makes me laugh that you still act like the Imperium. If I may ask, what made you turn your back on the Emperor? Although I know the Imperium of Old was a true vision of greatness. The last was foolish and petty since the Emperor's 'Ascension'." He said this and yelled, "CELESTIAL PUNCH!!!" This time the punch was stronger than the last surrounded by energy as hot as plasma.

Remiel blocke dit with his own crackling arm, searing plasma blasts surging between them. "We never turned from him; we barely escaped its destruction. The Emperor, my Father, came to Chronosia and offered hope; we planned to restore everything; but then there was the Fall; and we were exalted, blessed; risen up! We saw the folly of old, The Imperium of Man fell because it would not use Chaos. We survive because we embrace it; the Inquisitors knew this...The Radicals and the Istvaanians, the Horusians and the Heretics...People like Quixos who knew that Chaos could be tamed, controlled" he lashed out again against Mercer...

"All that will be accomplished here-" He struck with sword and fist against him. "-Is both of our deaths; stalemate, Mercer...We will crush each other and all will be lost...Kill his first begotten son; and you shall bring down the wrath of my Father...And he is Ascendant, blessed by all the Gods, as Thrice-Cursed Abaddon once was..."

Mercer in turn blocked with fist and sword. "You said as Abaddon once was. Meaning even he could be destroyed. My father once stood toe to toe with Abaddon and almost killed him. My father survived forced to leave by the Imperium. And I am more powerful than he was. I tell you this. When or if your father brings his wrath down on us I will be there to stop him in one way or another. Lest I be dead or alive. Plus I don't think bringing all out war on us would be advisable. Not again not with the treaty. You interfered with our operation not the other way around. It was your father who saved your ass during the war but he is not here now little boy now it's just you and me." Mercer threw another powered punch and brought his sword up to eviscerate Remiel.

"You really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you Mercer? You are an egotistical worm" He dodged backwards, the blade still carving a gash in his armor. You sit there, claiming your glory." He brought his own sword crashing down against Mercer; again and again. "But really, you are nothing. Mr President on a power trip. I don't need to boast of my Father's Empire, because he makes it apparant in his actions." He lunged, striking, again and again, enraged, fury surging through him.

"You will not destroy me Mercer; not out of any boastful glory of my own; not out of any misbegotten mercy of yours, no Mercer, its simply that you can't. After all, I may be corrupt, but is there mutation in my perfect form? No, I am human." He chuckles. "You would martyr me for your beliefs? You would make yourself glorious and found an Imperium of Man, when your bastard race are not even human? You are deviants, half Daemon, half something else, a mix and match of Xeno filth!" Cackles, attacking again and again. "I see your folly, your arrogant, foolish folly, Worm."

Mercer's speed increased and he locked swords with Remiel. "No longer need I defend my heritage. No I will not found the Imperium only help to restore it. Not out of glory but necessity. While I was training in the Hell dimension I saw the horrors your kind committed. You only gained your 'perfect' form by selling out to impotent gods. You want to know how I know I am more powerful than my father. It's becuase in the Great War I was forced to kill him with this sword. I KILLED MY FATHER TO SAVE MY PEOPLE! THAT IS WHY I AM PRESIDENT!!! BECAUSE I AM NOT AFRAID TO MAKE THE TOUGH DECISIONS IN THE BEST INTEREST OF MY PEOPLE!!!! WE ARE THE PROTECTORS OF HUMANKIND SUCH IS OUR CHARGE!!!!!!!!!! IF I CANNOT DESTROY YOU THEN I'LL SACRIFICE MYSELF AND TAKE YOU WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that Mercer let out a flurry of energized kicks, punches, and strikes.

Remiel blocked and returned blows, even as they hammered into his armor. "Truly? You would sacrifice yourself and gain nothing?" He chuckled. "My Gods are far from impotent...The Warp is limitless; the shadow; the soul of this Material Universe. You think yourself so truly great, but you are nothing. Scavengers; bottom feeding off of other races. The Ancients, the Imperium, in the end, ever side you encounter seems to fade, till only ashes and bones remain. You think we know nothing of other cultures? The Gate Network; other alien advances, or relics; we know much" he chuckles, lashing out again and again, even as Mercer's blows sting at his flesh. "Who is the true Zealot here, when you wish to sacrifice your own life for your own goals?"

He steps back, putting distance between them before lashing out again. "You are nothing but excrement to be wiped from our triumphant boots. Even the Borg overpowered your worlds, worlds which we gifted them. Your race and their technology were assimilated, violated; and we have free trade with those who did this act. In time, you will cease to worry us, but come Mercer; terrorist who would die for his beliefs...Fight, vile Patricide"

OOC You got none of my technology idiot. And those planets were given in the treaty.

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"You are wrong! The Ancients still fight and live today we even work with them on Atlantis. And the Imperium fell while we were busy with the Akuma. You fool. If your gods hate my kind and that of the Imperium so much they would have attempted to stop us in the Eye of Terror. But we have entered that sorry excuse for space multiple times without even a touch from them. They fear us and reel back at our presence." He said this even as the blows struck his armor and cracked it in places. He returned a few blows and took flight into the air and his arm transformed into the Angel Cannon. He laughed and said, "Foolish mortal DIE!!!!!" With that the mighty energy from the cannon fired directly at Remiel filling half the crater with it's power. The cannon itself could create a small crater about a 1/4 of a mile wide. Even Mercer felt the energy and it felt hotter than plasma. As the energy faded the Angel Cannon returned to form the Angel Arm.

OOC: Watch your mouth, before I pull the tongue from it, whelp. I never said I had any, I said the Borg had them. :) Since they assimilated the planets I was so good as to put on a platter. You may remember that the condition was every living soul in Tyr :)
Anyways, your technology doesn't matter; since I fought it, and adapted to it; learned from my mistakes :)
Now, on with the show, since thats what your insisting on making this.

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The blast faded, leaivng Remiel standing in the middle, his body crackling with warp energy; raised as a shield against the Dratherians overblown attack. "Did someone tell you that size mattered, because really, that was overkill John" He smirked; minor injuries, cuts and scrapes, a few burns; his armor had held most of it off; his shielding the rest.
"Now, where were we, ah yes, you entering the Eye of Terror and not being harmed. Scary; well, I can walk into a Cathedral of the Emperor and not be struck down; the 13th Company of Space Wolves managed to defy the Dark Gods...Perhaps they don't flee from you, so much as ignore you, because their afraid that you'll start to scrounge off of them, hm?" He chuckled again, stepping forward. 'Really John, you give yourself far far too much credit. Dratheria, Defenders of the Universe, when you hardly have enough people to conquer what the Imperium once held. Old stories of humanity and its billions, don't quite match up a Dratheria and its...well...less than a billion. Touching as it might be"

He wondered how powerful the Dratherian had expected that blast to be, surely he hadn't thought that one man had the power to annihilate a servant of the Impeirum; a powerful Psyker with some measure of shielding.

He let his arm crackle with power, looking up at the Dratherian. "I'm growing weary of this John, what've you got for me next? Wanna throw rocks, see who can piss furtherest? Or maybe you should hunker down in a corner and pray to your impotent creator?"

OOC Chron obviously you forgot that it wasn't all living souls in Tyr but merely a few thousand. And you forget my large cloning operations, my recently found millions of Dratherians, and the fact that I absorbed Alpha Tauri my dad's nation which had a large population. Also you may have adapted to my ships but so have I to yours. And I have come up with tons more new technology. Also BLACKGRUE doesn't have shit.

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John couldn't believe his eyes if he had the same level of power as Mercer he would have come out completely unscathed. John wondered to himself if he had gotten rusty. Maercer laughed at Remiel's comment and said, "We have walked right up to the faces of your gods and pissed in their eye and they do nothing but run away. Face it your 'gods' are nothing but cowards. And thy Creator could crush them with his gaze. And I wish you stop calling yourself the Imperium you are nothing but a band of Heretics. And I agree this is getting tiresome so let's get the true fight started. SYNC WITH SWORD!!!!!" With that Mercer's sword slid into his body and his armor began to morph and change to focus into a new form. This was the Shadow Armor (http://bioweapons.com/images/FanArt/Titoshadowguyver.jpg). Mercer's sword synced with his body to pull out all the stops and become a living weapon. The new armor surged and crackled with power. The armor shifted and moved like a living creature. He laughed and said, "Now witness my Final Form. I say this because like my sister I can sync with my sword as an armor and power boost. Although I am not at full strength I have become more powerful." Mercer attacked with his wristblades which had a plasma aura surrounding them. He moved so fast that even a Cadalius Assassin could not see him. He continued to attack at that same speed over and over again.

OOC: You mean you've stolen swathes of technology from Tv, movies and anime :) That and you really have to stop improvising utter wank the moment things get tough for you; soon you'll run out of shit to rip off.

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Remiel idly dodged the attacks of Mercer; feeling them graze his armor, as he let a yawn slip from his lips. "Underestimating your prey again, huh John?" He chuckled, side stepping an attack. "You may forget that I've been trained by my father, who was himself trained in the Imperium which you so love to strive to impersonate. You may also know, that I am in direct control of the Inquisition and the Assassins; so, I am just as capable of combat as you." he chuckled, sending a crackling punch towards Mercer; swinging at him with his sword.
"I also doubt that even a crazy halfbreed freakshow like yourself would travel into the deepest warp and pull his dick out. I mean, for one, Nurgle would seriously infest you; and two; most of them have more than one set of eyes. The way I see it, you took something that screwed up your natural biochemistry; you hallucinated excessively, and urinated over your family; probably after you killed your own father, which I must admit, not the sign of a hero" it was clear that Remiel had grown bored of toying with the self proclaimed Dratherian superman.

"Keep your armor; keep your magic sword that melds with you, if it helps you feel less lonely. Seriously, John, you need to stop trying so hard to be something your not; be more like me; simple, refined, with an air of, well, perhaps decent humanity. You've degraded yourself in my eyes..." He chuckled, turning away from Mercer, walking from him. "Tell me when your ready to have a more civil duel, freak"

OOC Talk to Reken I showed him this form. I used a pic a friend of mine made based off Guyver. Dumbass. And I have made plenty of my own technology. I've made some cool things based off of that kind of stuff. But you have no comprehension of how many stuff of my own design I have created. I am just now beginning the intricate research of a technology that will make my assassins near unstoppable i.e. my Interphaser. Also a number of my weapons are my own design like M.I.D.A.S. And this is his absolute last form (Well minus death). Also just for curiosities sake where did Remiel's newfound power come from? His arm?

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Mercer laughed and said, "That is a good one Remiel. If this was another time then maybe, maybe I would try to be friends with you. I mean take away all the other shit like Chaos and all that we are very similar and that is why you are soo powerful. I always thought my Arch nemesis was my brother Dashir. I had to kill my father to protect my mother if you must know the truth Remiel. My father was evil no matter how much I didn't want him to be. He didn't think twice about trying to kill me. It took every ounce of will I had to bring my sword down on him." He looked up to the stars and his sword was suddenly on the ground. His armor shifted and disappeared till he was left wearing nothing but a battle suit. The Angel Arm still clinging to him however it seemed to grow more powerful as Mercer went on. He dropped to his knees and looked at his hands and tears began streaming down his face. He started talking in a shaky voice, "I....I...I..I was with my mother during the Akuma invasion......and he ca-ame into the room in a bloodlust and tried to run her through with his sword. I stepped in and his first strike.....was deflected by my armor and I wa-was forced to defend myself. He continued to attack and I knew if I died he'd..........kill my mother. So I attacked again and again and.......I...finally pierced his armor kiling him." His tears came more and more. Mercer just sat there in shock of the memory. It fealt as if it was being forced through his mind and he sensed the taste of Khorne the Blood God. He finally spoke, "Oh Lord could it be true that since that moment I have been under the influence of Chaos. I shouldn't live anymore. I am not worthy." Mercer started muttering to himself incomprehensible words as his body's glow faded and Warp energies started to coalecse about his body binding his movements.

OOC: What newfound power. His bionic arm is powered, thats just about it. The only other thing I've used is his smart mouth and the fact that your not as uber as you think, so all your big attacks that are meant to destroy me in a single blast, well, not gonna happen. One man doesn't have all that power.

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"I couldn't care less about your family history Mercer; my part is played out, but know this...The servants of the True Gods will never allow the Imperium to live again. It is not merely Chronosia who worships their power; there are others, and others who will be corrupted. You are not ready to face us, and we are not prepared to squander resources on your impatience. You will know when the time is right Mercer; you shall know when the moment of battle beckons" he chuckles wryly. "In time, you will come to wish you had never crossed us; but at least then, the battle will be truly fairer." He faded, the teleporters whirring as he re-appeared on his ship.

"Command the fleet to fight till the death; those that live will follow us. Order our troops to press on...Lets get out of here"

The ship tore into the warp; leaving the ruins of the Old Imperium behind. They had exactly what they needed, and Remiel had certainly left a mark. He glanced at his arm...It would do, till a replacement could be cloned; he might even have it tattooed with these markings. He smirked softly. A worthy opponent, cocky, but eventually, he would be worthy...

OOC Chron that attack was not meant to kill you in a single blow it was meant to hurt you but not kill you. I only did it because it is a neat weapon.

Mercer sat there for what seemed like an eternity. It ripped through his mind and he couldn't stop the thoughts. They were being forced by an outside force. Khorne was the being he felt. The bloodlust in him grew till he was overcome with it he felt the powers of Chaos surge through him. Khorne was forcing those memories to grow like a cancer and turn into bloodlust. He could not move. Then suddenly a voice broke through, Mercer dammit! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!! So what you couldn't beat Remiel this time. So you will train yourself to be more powerful. Get up dammit save the grieving for later! Your friends and family need you. Now go to them. Mercer broke free and stood. His wings flowed out behind his back and his armor returned. He felt the arm crackle and looked down. Yes Ferenan I will fight now but after and only after this will I grieve. Mercer's wings flowed out and he lifted himself into the air and took off at supersonic speeds to the frontlines of battle. He landed and immeditaley began firing rounds into the enemy frontline. Aye Remiel I will train and when next we meet I will be the victor. There will be no stalemates only a winner and a loser. You hear me Remiel next time one will fall and one will stand. As the lines approached him he drew his sword and started cutting into the enemies that were unfortunate enough to cross his path.

Mercer continued to cut into the enemy lines eviscerating traitors and daemons as they came at him. He cut through the enemy lines picturing each face as if it was that of Remiel's. He fired rounds at those that were out of the reach of his sword. Their armor exploded under the force of every round. As he walked forward he left large trails of dead bodies in his wake. Others had joined the fray now. Sons of Horus had appeared on the field as well although few in number they had become a nuisance.

Might the Righteous Vanguardian Space Marines join you in this search?

OOC Uh sure we're pretty much done but we do have a couple more places to go I guess.

OOC: I have not been posting because for once i agree with chronosia on this thing, Dratheria, you are godmodding! thats a fact and because of this. . .

IC:
****shortly after his initial atack****
Tusanco sees Remiel leave he also flees to the waiting dropship as he contacts Naaman and Sternhammer telling them to collect what they can and return to the ship for imediate departure to the pre-destined location.
****a short time later****
Tusanco watches from the dropship as the surface is lit with explosions.
"Naaman, Sternhammer once you arrive meet me in my battle chambers. We have mutch to discuss."

John and Kira immediatley call the Asaheim and order a beam up and later rendezvous with the Dark Wolves fleet. John sent out a message to the Spear of Idemification, "Greetings old friend it's good to be back. I wish to come over to your ship to talk with you about old times and the future."

On the Europae Commander Dante orders the Battle Barge to move closer to the Asaheim. He opens a transmission and begins to speak to Mercer, "I am Commander Dante of the Blood Angels what has happened to the Imperium." Mercer bends down on one knee and tells Lord Dante of the fall of the Imperium and explains the plans of the future to him. With this done the Battle Barge comes up alongside the Asaheim and they begin to travel together.