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Anyone who posted in my previous thread has now been accepted.

*Julo stood waiting on the bridge. His father, Falx, standing next to him. The Chief Science Officer briefed the teams.

"We have no knowladge of the civilization, though we can see it was a huge metropolis-planet, it's skies are choked with ash, most of the seas have dissapeared, it was highly industrial, and it's ruined landscape suggests a war going on here. Any questions before we hit the dropships?"

*Bump*

"I have one." called out Rosaline Lodic, commanding officer on the explorer Expiscor. "Is there anything dangerous on the planet?"

"Seeing as, it's a post-apocolyptic wasteland, I highly doubt it, though one can never be too sure."

Any other?

The first marines made planetfall at 06:00 and began digging entrenchments and defences on the main site.
The holy librarians descended into the vaults, accompanied by an honour guard of terminators.

You know, that wasnt in secret.

"Attention Gentlemen, we have to disperse a fighter wing a company of Space Marines to take care of the nuisance on the surface."

*"Dropping the hammer."

10 EA Thunderbolt fighters fell upon the marines from the rear, plasma cannons blazing, missles streaking from their launcher, and a single oxygen bomb dropping from each. The smoldering ruin was left devoid of oxygen, one fighter had crashed into a terminator squad, but the enemy could not have survived. Seconds later, drop pods gently crashed into the streets, Marines filing out and setting up a foward camp.*

"Let us begin this great adventure gentlemen.", the scientist said as he motioned each team to dropship. Falx clapped his son's hand and waved goodbye and walked to the bridge, while Julo stood on a dropship and fastened his knife, loaded his bolter."

OOC: The Secret IC was IMPLIED. Also, you didn't use OOC, you somehow magically know that there are marines on the surface without even checking the sensors. You bring fighter squadrons on an exploration mission, you bomb the freaking archaelogical site and you completely miss everyone hiding in the vaults.... Oh yeah, and you RP his losses. A bunch of marines on an uncharted planet would obviously bring suits so the oxygen bomb is wasted, you didn't even let him RP his marines seeing your guys on sensors and with eyes and I highly doubt your fighters can teleport right next to them so he would've had time to shoot at your guys and probably take all of them down. Finally, either your fighters need serious retraining or you also RPed him shooting you or your fighters are suicidal because there was no reason for one of your guys to crash into him.

He's warned me, and we'd be running constant scans on the planet for activity. Besides, how would he get anywhere NEAR us when I have an orbital fleet stationed above him. And it crashed because it was SHOT DOWN. Normally, the pilot doesnt decide to land in a building when he has no hope of escape, when he could serve his country one last time. I haven't invited him, so I think we could be a bit more lenienent. If your going to be difficult, you CAN leave you know.

OOC: You berate him for not saying secret IC and then you go and never use OOC....

WHY would you have a fleet to cover one uncharted planet with no signs of life.

Now you are admitting you RPed his attack. That's considered godmoding plus you RPed his losses. You were supposed to RP the attack, he RPs his losses and counterattack, repeat. Not you RP everything.

Because of his warning...

I didnt post specific losses, I said we fired heavily and bombed him. Basically, a TCS Oxygen bomb creates a massive implosion, so he'd have the oxygen sucked from his lungs pretty fast, if not having them sucked OUT of him.

OOC: The planet's atmosphere is full of ASH. If he didn't bring protective suits with him chances are they wouldn't even have lived to see your attack.

Sure, you didn't RP his losses, you just continued on with the RP as if they were all dead. You didn't LITERALLY RP his losses but if you said that you had killed all his troops, it wouldn't have made the slightest difference in your post.

Also, start using OOC before I have my guys thank you for the random explanation of what a oxygen bomb does.

OO-FUCKING-C: The explanation was to show you why they wouldnt live through the attack, a Space Marine has filters, but a very limited oxygen supply, and you still haven't said anything about how he would get on to the planet with a fleet above him...

SkyCapt soldiers and scientists aboard a TCS ship watched in fascination as the attack below proceded. "Wow..."

OOC: Maybe it's because you never TOLD him there was a fleet in orbit around the planet. I'm so sure that a FT-PMT would have no idea how to recycle oxygen or to have oxygen tanks nearby especially on an uncharted planet with a bad atmosphere. They way you described the planet it's dead so there's no oxygen. So either he only planned to attack you and leave/die, or he brought oxygen enough for several days, maybe months.

OOC: ...Now you are admitting you RPed his attack. That's considered godmoding plus you RPed his losses. You were supposed to RP the attack, he RPs his losses and counterattack, repeat. Not you RP everything.

OOC:does it matter????...and who cares any way.....

IC: the two ladys from dri vel watch the attacks with little intrest, they wonder when it will be over so that they can get on with there work

Mm'kay.

Here's how it actually went, seeing as he was never invited into this thread.

He landed on the wrong planet. End of story.

*Please watch your step and double check your restraints. Here we go.*

Julo straps himself in next to the two Dri Vellan ladies.

"My mother was from Dri Vel."

*Brother Librarian Augusto clambered to his feet, all his comrades in arms, dead. The meddlesome fools, oh how they would pay. Once the artefact had been found the universe would bow to the powers of the Relictors!

Dr. Strauss looks to the left, and then to the right. Four of his comrades had made the trip with him, and finally they would descend to the planet.

*Priming his bolter, and shouldering his thunder-hammer, Augusto moved off, the power was calling him towards the artefact.

OOC: A'right Hussariot, I'll be nice. You can stay, but I don't want you wrecking the team cataclysmically. We're not searching for anything in particular, so if we get near your 'artifact', then you can really have an excuse to attack.

*The Dropships settled on the surface and teams filed out to prepare equipment, the base camp was ready and secured. He motioned them and the teams to a tent where the CSO briefed them.

"Alright, Gentlemen and Ladies. Our current spot seems to be a downtown area, perfect for finding cultural remains. Now, let's make haste."

*After hours of digging and exploring, a giant rusted machine was found, two metal suits grasped in it's giant bladed-hands. One was spilt in two, the other was grabbing his waste as it was evidently gashed, the remains nothing save a few well preserved bones.*

Molicar looked at the rusted machine. "Something major must've happened here to stop that thing in midaction." Molicar closed his eyes and stretched his senses outward. He couldn't see what happened to the planet but he sensed that what happened before might happen again. There is some strong power on this planet...

"Must have been...We've been finding corpses and machines everywhere, most of the corpses seem to be humanoid and are missng heads... Shall we take it back for an autopsy?"

*Shielding his Eyes, Augusto made his way into the brightly lit chamber, as he got closer to the centre, a dull throbbing filled his mind, he fell to his knees, dropping his weapons and clutching his head in pain. He let out a terrible scream, but the pain was gone. He lifted his head, and looked about him,
"Holy Emperor" He breathed, staring in disbelief.
There on an illuminated pedestal sat a golden old book.
A book he knew as the Book of Tzeentch.
Running forwards he grabbed the book, and as he did so, a bright spark of energy erupted from the chamber, weaving its way through the sunken tunnels, before bursting through the suface and illuminating the sky.
He had found it. But at what cost?*

*Behind the Marine, the walls illuminated with green lights, and several metal skeletons stepped out from their places in the wall.

"You...Shall...Not...Disrupt the o..r...deerrrrrr!!!!!", it's grumble evolved into a hideous shriek as it dove foward, blades clicking.*

On the surface...

*On the autopsy table, the head had almost been removed, they had discovered the machines actually had human brains, hooked up to a mechanical nueral system. The giant's single eyes illuminated, and it lurched upwards, slicing the Chief Science Officer in two as it did so.*

Spinning on his heel, Augusto, offered a pray of munition to the Emperor, before clutching his bolter and spraying hot lead into the hostiles. Several went down, and Augusto rand forward, the book tucked under his arm, and smashed his way through the skelys with his hammer.
He didnt get fr though as a giant mutation of light appeared in front him, desperately, he peppered it with bolts, but to no avail.
In a last hope, he ran at it, screaming the war cries of his fallen comarades, wielding the hammer as he went. And as he hit it........ there was nothing, he was through, but his mind was warped, he could only see scenes of destruction, he tried to move, but it was hopeless. He was still inside the beast.

*Many of the Gaunts rose up, though many also lay dead. He was a funny specimen, Mother would like his brain. XOAKFH-09184-AJH crawled down the wall, eyeing the man, he screeched and jumped on the man, aiming for the head...*



*Down the hall, a giant four-legged monstrosity woke, it's single green eye peicing the darkness as it charged down the hall...*

OOC: Surface

*Fire erupted around the science camp, a Gaunt lept up and split a scientist open vertically as it swivelled it's head toward the Ageaol scientist...*

Clubbing the machine, as he had now identified them, down took a superhuman, or marine, effort. He struggled on, beating aside claws atching at his heels. Skidding to a halt he saw a giant thing charging towards him.
"Emperor guide me!" He called. Before loosing off a magazine of rounds into. What to do, his bionic implant guided him, face the machine? Or face possible more danger behind him?
He carried on, the green getting closer and closer.

Captain Cric landed late in his dropship after everyone else, he was surrounded by his scientsists and team from Cobra Global corporation, the mission was clear and simple, find something that could make us money. Captain Cric stood up as he landed on some rocky and hostile terrain, he towered over all the rest of the people there, over six feet tall, and his muscular build made him even more intimidating. He scratched the thin, almost buzz-cut white hair on his head and looked around the planet in wonder through his deep hazel eyes. He picked up the communicator with his brawny arm and sinewy hand. "Hey, anybody there?" he said, his voice a gravelly but casual growl. "Requesting someone from Celestial Swords to tell us where we are and where you are!" he said more plainly than officially. "I guess were late, and now we don't know where you are and what you're doing, could you fill me in, oh and is the planet safe to walk or do we need spacesuits?" he called into the intercom. "Oh...right...over!"

*A series of screams and gunshots roared over the radio*

"Oh my good Go-Ahhhh!"

"It's got him, above us! Above! Look Upwa-"

"My leg! The thing sliced off my leg!"

"Fall back! Ever-"

*Suddenly the shots and blasts drew closer, a giant four-legged machine with a huge green eye turned into a fireball as a round pierced a chrome canister in it's head.*

"I certainly hope you can use a gun, it seems it wasn't entirely empty...", Julo said as he handed out Laser Pistols.

OOC: The Tunnels

*Suddenly, the green faded out. Augustus gasped with relief and charged onwards, until several hundred muzzle flashes opened up in it's former location, hundreds of bullets flying into the walls, Augustus, and the Gaunts.*

OOC: The surface.

*A gaunt tore up from the ground, cutting through Julo's power armor as if it were butter. It's metal fingers twitched and it thrusted the fingers at Captain Cric.*

"KIIILLLLLLL!"

"What the He** is going on over there??" Captain Cric shouted over the radio. "Send me your location, and we can come over to help you, my scientists aren't armed well, just minor selfdefense pistols, but I have something of my own that might make 'em squirm!" he said, as he now brandished his super-repeating gaitling plasma gun.

edit ooc: is it safe to step outside without a spacesuit or not, wondering how I should make my character exit.

The marine smashed into the machine, and was flung backwards by the considerable speed it was moving at, he climbed to hsi feet, jus in time to see a razor slashing down towards him, nimbly he rolled out the way and pumped a couple more ronds into it. No effect. In vain he tried his hammer as the beast reared up to attack. It clanged off its thick armour.... Useless! What was this thing made of! Realising he couldnt defend against it let alone destroy it he turned and ran down the corridor, shooting as he run. Never once had he been scared before, now he was feeling it dragging at his legts like an iron weight. But before he knew it, he was out, out in the ash ridden sky, looking around he saw the scenes of devestation. Darting forwards, he had to find a spot to attempt teleportation, while he still had the book.

*A giant machine bursted from a building, eight long tentacles flowing behind it, a giant eye, with guns and blades covering it, tore from the direction of the camp, and three blades fired off, each holding a man, while a mechanical arm flung two men into the sky, slicing one in half vertically. It turned it's head toward Cric.*

( ooc: my guys haven't gotten to the camp yet, were still in our dropship...but if that's what you meant here goes)

IC: Captain Cric shook his head in disgust and pounded on the padded vest on his chest, the vest was resistant to most physical attacks, totally bulletproof, and even slightly lazer resistant, but would it be enough to protect him? He took his huge gun off of his shoulder and held the trigger down when he aimed at the creature.
"Die you scum!!" he cried as several shots of plasma beams contained in sharp shrapnel bullets flew towards the creature in attempt to penetrate its hyde. The gun fired for several seconds and would continue to fire for an hour if the man held down the trigger long enough..."I said die!"

OOC: For Augustus

*A giant floating Octopus machine bursted from the building above him, it impaled three men on poles jutting from it, and picked up Augustus with a guardsman, flinging them into the air, and slicing the guardsman in half as he fell. The book was seperated from Augustus as he fell, falling in the scientist camp that was littered with bodies and fighting.*

OOC: *Wipes sweat off forehead* =P

*The Machine bounced and swayed with the plasma, the metal on it's shell melting. It screeched and smashed into the ground, half of it melted. Burning shrapnel flew everywhere, smashing into a poor man. The burnt remains held a charred, but unmistakable human brain connected to various wires. The attacking Gaunt Machines began to fall back at the sight of this monstrosity's death. Silently and swiftly theey ran, taking heads as they left. Julo's firing bolter smashed into one, dropping three heads, his knife slick with ichor from another Gaunt.*

Captain Cric wiped some sweat off his own forehead, and ceased fire.
"Take a damage estimate, casualty count, and then study what's left of that...thing." he ordered his scientists and crew, they were on it right away. He also appointed a small security force of about five men to guard the perimeter, but armed only with Cobra standard assault rifles, who knows how much they would do. He picked up the radio again hoping it still worked. "Why the **** aren't you answering me people??"

*The smoke cleared around Cric, revealing about 40 dead guardsmen, and 12 dead marines. All of the save one were headless, and many more were wounded. Not even Julo escaped a scar, his armor was cleaved, blood seeping from a wound.*

"The radio's are broken. The camp's in tatters, but they're gone. The Chief Science Officer was killed in the attack. I'll look for the two Dri Vel ladies, and anyone else we may be missing. I have 4 guardsman in fighting condition. 12 are horribly wounded. And I still have 8 combat-operational marines."

Captain Cric slapped himself in the forehead and looked behind him to see Julo. "So I was here," he groaned and mumbled to himself. "And I didn't even..." he didn't finish the thought. "Well what now, I have about five guardsmen with standard armor, and assault rifles, who knows how much they can do? Is there anything I can do to help you, any plan of leaving, staying, or finding something here?" he asked sternly. "And what the heck are those things?"

"I would hate to leave without anything, though a Human life is infinantly more important. They know our position already, and this seems to be a hub of activity. We could evac with samples or we could relocate on the surface, there seems to be some burnt out forested areas to the south..."

"I say we relocate, there's gotta be something to find here, besides if I leave empty-handed having lost what I have for nothin'...beside Cobra Global will make sure I never get into space again if I screw this up, lead the way you seem to know this plan better than i do..." he responded. "I don't if this will be enough," he said again proudly holding up his Plasma gaitling gun, "But it worked well before, I'll fire off anymore enemies, but we need to find a location to relocate, where we can fortify the encampment from future attacks. What we need is a nice little of somekind. You got any good engineers you can spare?"

"I say we relocate, there's gotta be something to find here, besides if I leave empty-handed having lost what I have for nothin'...beside Cobra Global will make sure I never get into space again if I screw this up, lead the way you seem to know this planet better than i do..." he responded. "I don't know if this will be enough," he said again proudly holding up his Plasma gaitling gun, "But it worked well before, I'll fire off anymore enemies, but we need to find a location to relocate, where we can fortify the encampment from future attacks. What we need is a nice little fortress of somekind. You got any good engineers you can spare?"

*Mother's single eye lit up the entire underground city. It's gargantuant bladed arms resting on an old complex that once held resistance fighter. It slowly stood up and looked upwards, toward the surface. It fired several rounds into the surface, showering concrete on the machine city, and crushing a four-legged Hunter-Killer, as well as a few new gaunts. The new brains would replace them, and they would be scrapped for metal. It shoved her bladed arm into the streets and climbed out. It's minions had done such excellent so long ago. And now , they had done well two. The sun blinder it, even though the air was choked with ash. It began to walk through the city, heading towards a giant building.*

*Fire erupted around the science camp, a Gaunt lept up and split a scientist open vertically as it swivelled it's head toward the Ageaol scientist...*
"Now this is interesting," commented Molicar as he sliced the Gaunt in half with his lightsaber. "

You got any good engineers you can spare?"
Rosaline answered, "I'm pretty good with that stuff. What do you need?"

Cric grunted suddenly and turned to Rosaline. "Well when Julo here brings us to where were gonna relocate, we have to prepare for attacks like this one, we can't afford to sustain losses like this everyday obviously, or no one's going home alive, and the boys back home stay home poor and knowing nothing more about this world than they already did." he explained. "Were gonna need to prepare for attacks like these and the first thing we need to do is build a fortification, a wall of somekind to shield us at least a little from these scummy things that wanna turn us into petfood. We'll need other things, but that's a prerequisite, maybe you can help design and build something like that?"
He turned back to Julo. "Do you think there's anyway to call for reinforcements up here?" he asked. "Were gonna need a nice security force if there's more of these things, and I doubt what we have is gonna work, I'm gonna see if the Corp.'ll send more, they have some troops to spare but I don't know how or if they'll come all the way up to space." he sighed and shook his head. "If we knew this planet was inhabited by creatures this hostile, we would have come more prepared than this."

"Erm...All our radios are destroyed, I'm sure they'd come down after a week or so. Buuuuutttt, we obviously can't choose that option.", he said, eyeing the giant monstrosity slice a building in half. "In fact, I believe we should move before it notices us..."

"Let's go then," Cric sighed. then he whistled and motioned for his team to follow after. They did, and he began to follow Julo wherever he would lead them. "I hope you know a safe location."

"I have an aidea for now anyway."

*Julo walked up to a manhole, threw a grenade in to be safe, and entered a pipe. The area was honeycombed with pipes and platforms. Several old slashed up tents, crates, and other things were scattered about.*

"I figured the original inhabitants put up a resistance."

*He opened a crate to reveal some 24th Century weaponry. Ballistic Rifles, Pistols, bayonets.*

"It amazes me why they never used swords or such."

*Placing the barricades back in a manner that suggested they collapsed from age, he tore some pipes loose with sheer arm strength and began to carry wounded inside.*

"Pretty nifty..."

"Nice," he said. "But what is it? and how do we know we'll be safe, or even able to fit inside?"

"Well, he says waving his hand around the large enclave that could hold 100 comfortably, I think we'll be good. But I can't say they won't find us. But let
s think. They dont have organic eyes. They probably see heat or EMP sigs, most likely both. We should board up the walls very tight, and possibly make regular guerilla strikes against them...

Captain Cric smiles and glances again at his proud gun. He revelled in the memories of developing it, an underground laboratory run only by him, his wife, and his brother, both of the latter great scientist, and the former not a bad engineer. This gun had been the last thing to survive Cobra Globals invasion of the lab, even the two scientists who developed it were dead now, and the technology was their's, but this gun was officially trademarked and one of a kind.
"Guerilla strikes..." he mused. "With this baby at my side that could be fun..." he sighed and shook his head. "Well let's get working people, we gotta fortify this thing, camo it, and make it home. Do you think there's anyway to get power for our machines? Not exactly a great science research facility without power."

"Well...I can't see anything that looks like a plasma generator, or even a conventional one for that matter, but I'm sure, with all the dead machine-skeletions dead, we could find their source of power and utilize it for ourselves. By the way, we need to burn those bodies, it'd be respectful, but we might want to do some recon first. Alright, you two, he said pointing to guardsmen, scrap up all you can. We'll cover the entrance with rubble or parts of that giant machine tonight, we have air venting. Let's get moving people.!", he said, ordering a Marine to sweep the floor, who grudgingly obliged.

Dr. Strauss jogged up to Julo. "Sir," he began, with beads of sweat across his brow. "My team is afraid for their safety. I feared that something like this might have happened, and as with Tannenmillian protocol I brought a communicator. I can order some SpecOps troops to defend and fortify our positions from Tannenmille if it is needed."

"Hmmm. I think a fleet would be suitable. But I'm afraid it'd make quite a ruckus, do you remember that huge machine? It sliced a building clean in half, I'd fear for your ship's safety. The choice is up to you. But remember this. They could possibly intercept our signal, and we'd all die before help arrived.", he said as he finished fortifying the walls, and stacked up the ammo crates.

"Let's get some sleeping quarters. We're going scavenging first thing tommorrow."

"I think we should bury the bodies, or at least burn them far away from this fortification. Yes we need to respect the dead, but we need to consider the living. If we burn anything here and send up a smoke-signal to our...'friends', who knows what will happen" he said, then suddenly he turned his head to Dr. Straus, then back to Julo. "Sounds good to me, what do you think?" he asked him. After that he rounded up his team of scientists and gathered whatever they could and started working to utilize the machinery.
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Dr. Bearded (whose name suited him) rubbed excitedly at his heavy, thick black beard as he examined one of the robots damaged heads. "Amazing...there seems to be human brains in all of these..." he pondered outloud. "We could use this to research cyborganic technology...it could be a scientific revolution." he continued mumble inaudibly to himself about the possibilites, and immediately brought the head inside for examination. Meanwhile everyone else worked to fortify and prepare the area as a sort of base, a home away from home. All of them prayed to whoever listened that another attack would not come while they were building, but in any even most of them were at least lightly armed and ready.

*Falx shouted for everyone to come to a makeshift ampitheatre, where he explained how they would defend the place. They would live on the platforums that were raised 20 feet of the ground, and showed how to geth there by climbing pipes. He put in a safty net below the pipes made of mesh taken from a supply crate, and showed them a terribly drawn diagram of the base:

http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/992/sewer6bp.th.png (http://img395.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sewer6bp.png)

Key:

Purple: Entrance/Exit
Blue (End is barricaded): Living Quarters
Grey: Armory
Red: Labratory Area

*Falx shouted for everyone to come to a makeshift ampitheatre, where he explained how they would defend the place. They would live on the platforums that were raised 20 feet of the ground, and showed how to geth there by climbing pipes. He put in a safty net below the pipes made of mesh taken from a supply crate, and showed them a terribly drawn diagram of the base:

http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/992/sewer6bp.th.png (http://img395.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sewer6bp.png)

Key:

Purple: Entrance/Exit
Blue (End is barricaded): Living Quarters
Grey: Armory
Red: Labratory Area

(ooc: nice map and key ;) )

*Another Octopus Machine floated outside, looking for the tome. He found it lying in a pile of rubble next to an unmoving marine. He ordered the Gaunts to bring it back, but one stayed. It had been present during the attacks on the Telsan rebels. He remembered them using sewers. Why not check anyway. As he neared the base, a single side arm shot rang out, the bullet hit him directly in the brain. He fell backward and tried to screech, but his voice motor was clogged with ichor from his brain and artifical blood. A florescent green pool growing around him rapidly.*

*Two other Gaunts noticed him fall. They began to talk toward the downed mech slowly. Coming closer and closer to the base...*

"Hmmm. I think a fleet would be suitable. But I'm afraid it'd make quite a ruckus, do you remember that huge machine? It sliced a building clean in half, I'd fear for your ship's safety. The choice is up to you. But remember this. They could possibly intercept our signal, and we'd all die before help arrived.", he said as he finished fortifying the walls, and stacked up the ammo crates.

"Let's get some sleeping quarters. We're going scavenging first thing tommorrow."

"I'm only authorized to request up to a Star Destroyer, but rest assured that our ships have little to fear from these beasts. All Tannenmillian Stormtroopers are equipped with and trained in the art of a lightsabre. All transmissions directly to the Governance are spoken in High Tannenmillian, which I doubt these machines can translate. I'll send the order, then. By morning, we will be guarded by 1,000 Stormtroopers and 2,000 SpecOps soldiers of the Governance. Good night, Julo; my comrades." Dr. Strauss shuffled away, speaking low and in heavily accented and modified German (High Tannenmillian) over a secure channel to the Governance.

"It's not so much the language, but it's the actual signals...", Julo said sadly.

"It's not so much the language, but it's the actual signals...", Julo said sadly.

OOC: Well, it could be just a casual transmission to someone he knows, for all the machine-skeletons know. Unless the AI is very advanced.

"I'm afraid to say, they're using actual human brains..."

Dr. Strauss paled at hearing this. "You're absolutely positive of this? Damn! Agh, and I even transmitted our coordinates. Well, if they don't get here in time to save us, I accept full responsibility for anything that happens to endanger this endeavour." The other four scientists and archaelogists stood off to the side, fidgeting slightly as Dr. Strauss began to pace, breaking out in a cold sweat of worry.

"Well, were they mile-large co-ordinates? Or foot-sized? We may be able to say we gave them the wrong co-ordinates..."

"Accurate within two centimetres of where I was standing at the time, if you disregard the thousand kilometres into space. Hopefully these .. things don't interpret what was meant by that string of numbers; we do use a different coordinate system than global positioning or triangulation, I gave them a coordinate in space directly above where I was. That will allow them to fold directly into the system with utmost speed, and deploy the dropships. Pray they arrive speedily."

"If that's so, we're safe, but they'll obviously be on the look out... We're going to strike tommorrow at noon, when it's hottest, and it's harder to see us. Goodnight Gentlemen."

one on the ladys from dri vel who had an evil looking gray ferret sitting on her shoulder walked over to Julo and spoke, " sir would you like my sister Violet and i to take the first watch? By the way my name is Lilly"

"Thank you very much.", he said as he climbed up the pipes.

Lilly waved at Violet who walked over and joined her sister carrying a black box, they were fallowed by Violets panther, in the flickering light the cat looked like a shadow. they walked twards the entrance of the sleeping quaters when they got there Lilly opened the box and the sisters quckly emptyed the contents of several differant kinds of weapons, dividing the stash between them they stood on eather side of the door way, the cat layed down inbetwen them, its eyes trying to penetrate the darkness.

*The Gaunt approached the Sewers. He aways hung out here, it made him sad, if that was possible, almost as if he could remember something happeneing here. Something bad, something sad. So he stayed and tried to remember constantly. Suddenly, he caught sight of something near the entrance. He slowly apporached the hatch and began to open it...*

the cats ears shot forward and Lilly and Violet looked at the cat and in to the dark hall way that streached befor them, Violet noded and Lilly wispered something to the Ferret sitting on her soulder. it dropped to the floor and ran towards the pipes, chatering as it climed up and started running throught the sleeping people, when it came to Julo it sat swaying back and fourth as if thinking, sudenly it jumped and bit his hand to try to get his attention
Lilly and Violet each produced a small dirk, each had a blad that was as black as night and the handels were wrought in blue gold, they had been gifts to them when they were babys, they also pulled out the small laser pistils that they had been given earlyer.

*The machine fell down the shafts, bouncing into pipes, and hit the bottom, unmoving but screeching.*

Augusto raised his hands to the heavens and a bright green beam sucked him up to the Battlecruiser 'Relicurum'.
"You have retrieved it, Brother."
"Indeed."
"But at too greater cost?"
"Ridding the universe chaos has no cost. We must ranscribe it immediately."
"Come brother"
Augusto was led down the archaic corridor by the monks.

Cric did not sleep much that night, but when he did his slumber was filled with nightmares of his past, and with a frightening probability, his future. At his side he tightly clutched his big gun just incase something came in the middle of the night, he held it by his side like a teddy bear. It was on safe mode right now but all he would have to do is push a couple of quick switches and it would be ready for battle...

OOC: Space

*Augustus' ship was surrounded by fighters and a battlecrusier, immediately, they recognized the ship as a non-scientific team one and opened fire, plasma, lasers, solid projectiles, all ripping ijnto and out of the ship as a missle salvo began...*

OOC: The surface.

*Julo went around the tubes, shaking everyone awake, and hauling the dead machine off to the science facility, where he found Dr. Bearded shaking heavily over a cup of something. He then sat on a pipe and called everyone over to him near the armory, explaining today's plan.

"Alright, seeing as these archaic weapon crates contain mines, and the weapons are still functional, I think they should work, but here's the plan: We're going to mine the general area where we think they came from, which was a general clustered area. I'm taking only 5 people with me to do this, this is entirely voluntary. We will plant explosives near the entrances to draw them out, use some of these ancient sniper rifles, we'll test them in a few seconds, and pick off the ones who aren't mined. We'll be taking up covert positions, hidden in ruins, and I recommend wearing goggles, we have a dust storm going on, should make us harder to find, and since they're gleaming metal, don't worry too much. So who's coming?"

*The batteries opened fire, red laser criss crossing the sky, striking several fighters. There was a rupture in the hull from the first salvo, the claxon sounded: "ALL TECHMARINES TO FITFH SECTOR< GOD EMPEROR HAVE MERCY"
Augusto mused upon the battle, the cruiser would surely win and when they did, hyperspace would be reached, and after that, unimaginable power.
"THUNDERHAWK SQUADRONS ALPHA TO DELTA SCRAMBLE< GOD EMPEROR HAVE MERCY" The small craft burst out from the hold, scattering at once, firing the primary missiles off at locked targets, before switching to secondary weapons systems.

*Several fighters exploded, damaged from the fire. The Valenn battlecrusier fires it's main cannon at the ship's mid-section, the beam as wide as a thunder hawk. It's guns blazing towards the thunderhawks, fighters, blasting the cockpit, and blasting boarding torpedos out of the air. Marins scramble to the decks, ready for boarding.*

Meanwhile on the surface:
"I'll go," Cric said immediatelyand without hesitation. "But what exactly are we doing?"

OOc: Back in the Coba Global headquarters

The board sat around their table, a dark and shadowed man whose face they seldom saw sat with his hands folded.
"I don't like the risks involved in this venture." he said. "That is why I have called you all to this meeting. For the first time in a long time we are totally reinstituting the space program, with some minor repairs and maintennance operation one of our old ships should be operable within hours, it will launch and in about two weeks will go off to the planet to send some assistance to Captain Cric." he said.
"But what kind of assisance?" one of the boardmembers asked.
"What if there are other companies or countries that want what we want, or what if there is something on that planet that doesn't want us there?" he posed the qestion rhetorically. "In any case we are sending a full 100 men armed with our newly acquire SMGs, and a small crew to operate the ship, maybe a couple of engineers. In any case they will reach the planet in two weeks from today, we'd better pray Cric and his crew are still alive or were finished, I want this investment to pay off, and big time. Any questions?"
"What about the celestial swords government, are they going to appreciate military presence on their newly discovered planet?"
"I've informed them of my intentions, and hope they understand...meeting adjourned!"

"In a nut shell, we're placing mines around the place, drawing them out with a big bang, and picking them off with sniper rifles."

"Thunderhawks break off contact immediatley, warp drive online, prepare for warp speed." The voice crackled in Flt. Sgt. Crakern's helmet, he had an enemy fighter in his sights, so he fired off his last missiles, and headed for home. Not getting far as his ship was blasted out of existence with all loss of life.
23 out of the 25 original Thunderhawks made it back and began to dock.

OOC: Dude, he has a whole hangar full of fighters out there, half focused on the thunderhawks, the other and the battleship firing at your crusier, there's no way you could make it through that...

Maybe a thunderhawk could escape, but that'd be ridiculous...

OOC: Didnt realise, and plus Marines have engine spirits and pus!! We have the book that holds unlimited power, I could just do he said a few words from the book and they were gone, but that would be boring.

OOC: Well, can you reflect the damage?

"Cric looked at Julo, and then put a strap on his back where he could store his bigger gun, then took up one of the sniper rifles.
"Sounds fun...let's go...but I should warn you setting up mines would be a challenge for me. I only have a very limited skill in demolitions..."

(ooc: a book of unlimited power that can wipe out an entire fleet of ships with a single spoken word...? That seems a little extreme no affense, you've got to make it have some kind disadvantage, limitation, or something. Otherwise its godmoding, no affense)

OOC: That WOULD qualify as a Godmod. You know, you could always get the book back later, we dont even know about it.


"No one else? Alright, all you have to do is place it down and pull the fuse. Oh, and don't touch it, we'll be marking them with machine parts. Come"

Violet ran over muttering apologies, she was soon joined by her sister " we would like to come sir"

OOC: You are one and the same as the Machinists right TCS?

The ship buckled from the impacts, but luckily the machine spirits and the skill of the techmarine held it together.

Transmission to heretic vessel: STOP now, or we will be forced to use the book.

OOC: Ok, by now, we have an entire battlegroup, minus 20ish fighters on you. I'm sorry, but there's no way to survive that, if you don't reflect the damage to a appropriate level, Imma gunna hafta ignore you for Godmodding, I don't want to, because I consider us friends, but I'll have to if you act invincible.

*"Allright ladies, take these rifles, and let's move out."*

Lilly and Violet took the rifles, a look of fear flashed across lillys face. As the small group started walking out of the tunnels
Violet look at her sister and said in a hushed voice" Lily are you ok?"
Lilly was a bit pale but she tryed to smiled and said " Iam fine, its just that i dont know if these rifles are going to be enough,i know Gran tought us to shoot; and she was the best shot on the planet, its just that i feel safer with a blade in my hand, i mean how much damage can four people do?"
Violet noded her head" i know how you feel, just think of what Gran said' fear is what kills a woman, not the lead in her side or the blade in her back"
"gosh i miss her" lilly mumbled
"me too, lets make her proud, its the least we could do" Violet said softy" I cant believe that she just hoped a ship to some party and left us" she said this last part more to her self than any one elce

Cric frowned as he listened to the two ladies speak, but he pretended to ignore them and continued the mission, keeping his sniper rifle in his hands, and his bigger gun strapped to his back. When they arrived at the sight he immediately began to the dangerous, but surprisingly easy job of setting up the series of mines. He looked to Julo just before he did, perhaps for a look of approval before he proceeded.

(wonder if I should bump this, oh well too late :P )

Lilly and Violet fallowed Cricks lead, and with out speaking started seting the mines

The ship exploded, but not before one thunderhawk escaped un-noticed, carrying with it one very happy librarian, a book, and a terminator squad.

OOC: Are you the same as machinists?

*BUMPs head on thread. Resumes writing of fact book.*

(ooc: ok well I'm gonna move this on just a little)

IC: Cric and the two ladies worked for hours, with Julo whom in Cric's eyes did very little, but nevermind that it was his idea. Finally he panted and sighed in relief when the job was done.
"These should be enough mines to send up a nice enough boom to get their attention." he remarked suddenly. "What do you say?" he looked to Julo. "You ready to shoot some of these scumbags?"

Lilly and Violet looked up at Julo and Cric from where they had ploped down on the ground, waiting to hear what they were do to next.

*bump*

*Julo said nothing and opened the hatch, walking outside holding his rifle. He proceeded to the holes in the ground and motioned for Cric to begin plating mines.*

OOC: Quick picture I drew of Julo: [img=http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/9280/juloa2fq.th.jpg] (http://img377.imageshack.us/my.php?image=juloa2fq.jpg)

* Lilly and Violet remained seated on the ground, seeing no point in geting up untill Julo or Cric asked them to do something*

*Julo rolled his eyes and motioned for the ladies to take up hiding positions as he began to place the charges.*

Lilly and Violet scrambled up the rocky embankment, just behind where they had been working, each taking a spot on opposite ends, behind a large bolder, two of the many that doted the slope. Both sat adjusting their rifles, feeling quite smug that the two of them had picked the places that offered the best view of the mine-field, and the best protection.
They watched as the two men struggled with setting the mines in their bulky armor.

Violet looked over at her sister and smirked sending both ladies in to silent laughter. The kind that had the potential to crack a rib or two, neither cared if that happened and both were thankful that they did not half to deal with such bulk.

Cric shrugged as he began placing yet more mines and charges...this was gonna big bang indeed...on the bright side it would be fun to see.

*Julo placed the last charge and strode into a building. As he ascended into the 12th story, he raised his rifle, levelling it at the gashes in the ground. He lifted a com piece to his mouth and whispered, "Fire in the Hole."

*the two ladies looked at each other and smiled*
Lilly wispered" good luck, fire away"

*bump*

*The ground quaked as the massive explosion eviscerated underground, the long silence that followed was interrupted by hundreds of swarming machines.*

lilly and violet waited for the swarming mass to get closer be for they started to shoot

(sorry i havent posted in so long, my internet's been freaky lately)

IC: Cric aimed carefully as the massive horde of machines came scrambling out of their hiding places, he aimed carefully with his rifle and shot a hole in one, then another, and another until he counted at least a dozen down.
"This thing is slow," he said as he shot another round, but continued using his rifle, not wanting to attract attention with his rapid-fire, plasma gaitling gun, tohugh the thought of shooting more than forty or fifty of those things a minute was appealing to him...