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Vagabond.....

Vagabond.........

Ah shit he's in one of his god damned trances again.........

Vagabond!

HEY VAGABOND!!!!!

GODDAMMIT YOU FUGGING BASTARD!!!! WAKE YOUR ASS UP!!!!

Let me sleep Jess.

No it's about damn time you got up!

Come on I haven't gotten a wink since the Anthill.

Vega you know I don't give a good god damn about your little vat there.

Well I do miss it at times.

Well that's too bad we're here.

Why the fug didn't you tell me?

Because you didn't wake up......

Fine give me a moment to get my armor.

As Jess closed the door behind here he stood up and grimaced. They had been traversing the Warp for some time and as such he had put himself into a trance to make it easier on the Navigator.

He stood easily three and a half meters tall, his skin was bronzed, and his long black hair was untidy and unkempt. His eyes were completely black making adding to his soulless nature. He reached up with his hands and pulled his hair back tight in a ponytail. Reaching into a wash basin he threw cold water on his face. It woke him up slightly. He stretched out his superhuman muscles as he walked to his arming chamber. He was naked short of the loincloth he wore. He walked into his arming chamber and began to put on his artificer armor on piece by piece. It's jet black surface was only interrupted by the crystalline streaks of purple that crackled across the armor like lightning.

Gripping his long sword he deftly spun it in his hands before sheathing it's black and purple blade. He picked up the two null rods on his weapons rack and clipped them to the sides of his armor. He gripped his Etherium and similarly clipped it to his armor while also grabbing up his bolter. The Animus Speculum on his helm was his only other weapon. He smiled and holstered the bolter on his hip.

He had raided all these things from the Anthill upon his escape. he smiled vividly remembering the chaos he had caused.

An hour later he was standing on the bridge smiling. He knew the Imperium had tracked him down and would most likely send their best to come take him down. Regardless however Vega was sure he would come out on top.

He looked his second in command a lithe female named Jess. If he could ever be in love she would be the closest thing he had come to it. He looked around casually. He knew the effect his nature had on the crew but being a Primarch he was also gifted with incredible charisma. He caused fear but in those who sought to impose fear he gained followers. It was this that had enabled him assemble his ragtag fleet.

Hours later they had landed on the planet and Vega and his men had taken up position on one hill overlooking a valley. On the opposite hill markers were placed for the Imperium's soldiers to land on. Vega smiled and looked out across the plains, "Let them come to us now."

Over the planet the Undeniable Fury materalizes from out of the warp at the coordinates given to them from the Draconains. 'I knew he woulds have some friends.' Azrael states as he looks out the view screen at the ragtag fleet of the enemy. ' Its a shame I have followers to share the glory of this sorry excuse of a battle with.' he finishes as another ripple in the warp opens as the remainder of Azrael's fleet materalizes behind him.
'All combat ships move to intercept. All barges and myself will move to deploy Commander Lokanis will have my authority in orbit. Move out.' as Azrael finishes the entire fleet lurches toward the planet some to deploy while the rest covering their path as instructed.

Vega watched as the mighty drop pods slammed into the planet throwing up dirt and such in dazzling displays of power. He smiled lightly and deftly spun his great sword while making his descent into the valley to meet Azrael in battle. His army was not weak like the Imperium had thought it would be. He had stolen many things from the Anthill and one such thing was a few Mechanicum adepts and their equipment allowing him to breed genic troops. He smiled the gene-big soldiers had been hiding throughout the dense forests of the planet waiting for Imperial forces to strike in their very predictable ways. There were about two thousand of these soldiers on the surface and each wielded the armory of a Space Marine but rather than wearing venerable suits of Power Armor they wore carapace armor.

Stepping forward to meet Azrael he exuded his soulless nature about him smiling maliciously, “A legendary Primarch of Reken……finally I will get to test my skills against a people so embroiled in battle as you.” He held his sword in one hand and smiled watching the Rekenian Primarch. To the untrained eye he would look undefended in his current stance but in reality he was perfectly poised and ready to strike. He spoke in a dark malevolent voice, “Well it’s time to dance then? Your move!” As he spoke the Animus Speculum on his helmet opened up and a torrent of negative psychic energy ripped forth to strike at Azrael.

As the blast of energy hits azrael he shakes his head. 'Obviously you havent been properly introduced to my men.' Azrael pauses as two of his five bodyguards step foward. lowering their weapons for the slightest moment the optics on their helms recede exposing their eyes. Each guard sends out simple blasts of negative energy also. As soon as the blast is sent their optics return and they raise their weapons once again. 'Your simple tricks wont work on me or my men you imbicle i spend every day around men like you. the affects of their negatie energy does not affect me.' Pulling his axes from their sheaths he looks at Vega and smiles lets tengo. Azrael begins to circle around Vega as the five guards make a circle around the two an impenitraple wall between and any intruders.
Each guard has their own specialized weapon. The two that stepped foward earlier held a melta and plasma guns. each with swords and bolter pistols on their hips. Another of the men has a long ceramite case slung accrost his back with a pair of bolter pistols on each hip and a Eviscerator in his hands. The forth man wields a flamer with a bolt pistol and a power sword. the final man boisters an autocannon with a chainsword on his hip and a plasma pistol on his other. Each of the men bear their own artificer armor specalized to their weapons. As they surround them it becomes aparent that they only have one thing in common, a power stake, slung on their right sholders.

Vega smiled as they surrounded him and Azrael. Laughing he spoke his malevolent voice laced with barely contained power, "You think such things as Power Stakes would stop me? More importantly that you are invulnerable to my ultimate power? That blast was but a fraction of my true might." He gripped his sword and thumbed the activation rune wrapping the power weapon with destructive force. Charging forward he brings the great sword in a deadly diagonal strike. Gripping the weapon he almost laughs as the smell of ozone reaches his nostrils. The Animus Speculum opens again and unleashes an even more deadly and powerful bolt than before.

Vega smiled as they surrounded him and Azrael. Laughing he spoke his malevolent voice laced with barely contained power, "You think such things as Power Stakes would stop me? More importantly that you are invulnerable to my ultimate power? That blast was but a fraction of my true might." He gripped his sword and thumbed the activation rune wrapping the power weapon with destructive force. Charging forward he brings the great sword in a deadly diagonal strike. Gripping the weapon he almost laughs as the smell of ozone reaches his nostrils. The Animus Speculum opens again and unleashes an even more deadly and powerful bolt than before.

HA! Azrael laughs as he rolls with the swing of the weapon and brings his own axes around one at Vega's exposed side and the other up just barely deflecting the blast into the sky. 'Have you forgotten that these blades were forged in the fires of mighty Terra by the Emperor's weaponsmiths.'

Vega laughed as he flipped forwards landing behind Azrael. Turning he brought his sword crashing down in a devastating strike. Simultaneously he drew his bolter and let loose four rounds to either side of Azrael. The Etherium continued to cloud him from Azrael's vision. For if it was one thing he had over the Marines of Azrael's Legion it was that he was outfitted with the weapons of the Culexus temple.

Elsewhere the army Vagabond had brought with him continued to clash with Azrael's Marines creating a loud cacophony that echoed around the Paradise world.

Bringing one axe strait up he catches the sword on the top of the blade as he felt the wind as the rounds sped past him on each side. kicking strait back the mule kick aimed at Vega's chest. As he kicks he rotates around his kicking foottoo bring his other up in a roundhouse. 'What you hold in your hands and mind better not be the only weapons you have or this will be shorter then i expected."

Vega felt the last kick connect with his side as he was forced to one side. He laughed a maniacal expression flashed across his face underneath his helmet. He gripped his great sword tight in his hand and laughed bringing his weapon in dangerous sweeps. While holstering his bolt pistol he drew a short blade in a reverse grip as both a weapon and a shield. Striking faster than before he brings his full soulless nature to bear. This nature which earned him the Omega (-) classification. His nature was such that it was even painful for regular Omega-class Psykers to be around him. Now he was unleashing his full anti-psychic nature.

Dancing back in disbelief that he would show his hand this early, he parries with his axes and starts to move with the time of his enemies weapons much faster with one but equal with the other. His mind feeling the full force of his enemies power. 'Are you so scared that you need to use this much power so soon? im flattered.'

Vega continued his barrage of attacks over and over again. His eyes were wild with the fire of battle and he was intent and defeating his prey. He laughed and an evil his issued forth from his vox, "No I am not scared but I do wish to defeat you quickly and believe me you haven't seen all my tricks yet!"

Timeimg his enemies attacks Azrael catches a short delay after the larger weapon attacks where its obvious weight almost sets his enemy off balance. As the next swing came down Azrael leaps into the air, and brings both axes down in a cross attack making a escape to ethier side neigh impossiable.

That was Azrael's mistake. Vega had the files on every Primarch and hero of the Imperium. Of those he knew would be sent after him at least. The Dratherian Sector of the Imperium was a very studious bunch. Smiling he brough the short blade up and deflected on axe whilehe rolled forward to avoid the sweep of the other aand with a wildly fluid motion brought his great sword in a sweep channeling a devastating anti-warp blast through the attack. Immediately the tremendous wave of sucking void-like power turned into a wall and moved to engulf Azrael in it's pure soulless horror.

Bringing his axes up as the warp blast strikes Azrael is propelled into the air by the force of the blast. His emperor blessed axes taking the brunt of the attack. While airborne Azrael manipulates his body as he nimbly lands on the shouders of one of his bodyguards. Nodding to his men they all release a Anti-warp wave toward Vega. As soon as the wave is created Azrael leaps from his perch and barrels toward Vega mearly milliseconds behind the wave.

The Anti-Warp nature that Vega possessed bolstered with renewed vigor as the swirling vortex of anti-warp energy he possessed became visible to the human eye. Now no longer a figment of some theory the incredible power of the null became so powerful that it began to breach the walls between the Materium and the Immaterium. And as Azrael came in to attack he spun with deadly assassin-like accuracy ducking underneath the powerful attack and driving his short sword in a quick cutting motion. Vega hadn't escaped from the anthill however without a few extra tricks up his sleeve. On Vega's left forearm it was revealed that what had previously seemed to be mere ornamentation was in fact a neural shredder and as he spun further facing Azrael's backside he let loose a devastating wave of electromagnetic energy to cripple the mighty primarch. Vega was just beginning to warm up.

As vega uses his speed to dodge the axes the whole world seemed to slow around the two primarchs as the seemingly ornamental item on his arm protruded a monofilliment. As the dawn of realisation hits Azrael he leans his body to the side, pulling his axes back to his body knowing his attack failed. The neural schredder catches the shaft of the axe deflecting away into one of the surrounding men, lquifying his internal organs as he falls into a heap of skin. Rolling to the side Azrael comes to his feet. where Vega bested him in mental power he had him in brute strength. This battle would last untill eternity.

Vega laughed as he saw Azrael move to the defensive. Looking him up and down he spoke in that hollow soulless voice, "I have many more tricks up my sleeve brother........but you wills be happy to know that thus far you have given me a fight worth waiting for. But this will only end when your are lying bloodied and broken on this field as Xavier did."

With that he pulled a long chain with an adamantium dart at the end. He smiled as with a sliding grip the dart erupted in fierce energy, "This is my Power Jouhyou which I can manipulate thanks to the archeotype armor the Mechanicum built me was a gift before I killed them. Being a product of the Magos Biologis I was conditioned with all the knowledge I needed to become the perfect Primarch-killer so in a way it is your destiny to fall at my hands."

Suddenly the Jouhyou began to spin around in blinding arcs wrapping itself around his body in unique patterns then suddenly without warning the dart shot out toward Azrael with devastating speed. The attacks came so quickly that there appeared to be hundreds of darts attacking at one time. Suddenly this very real and dangerous martial art from ancient Terra was alive and in the hands of a Primarch making it far more dangerous and powerful than ever thought previously possible.

"Up your sleeve? do you fancy yourself a magician? relying on tricks and lies to fool men?" Azrael mocks " And destiny is for such fools, and if you believe in it you are even more ingorant than i thought."

Diving foward and to the right strapping the axe in his right hand to his hip. As he lands he rols to his feet and leaps again toward Vega removing the powerplant mounted on the back of his armor and beefing it as a shield, pullign it back in preparation to bash.

With devastating accuracy the Jouhyou impacted on Azrael's makeshift shield and in a quick motion jerked him off balance. Then with deadly precision he spun the adamantium chains around Azrael wrapping him up in a powerful grip then at once he used his mighty strength to pull the other primarch in and attacked his right shoulder ball and socket joint with his short sword.

As Azrael is thrown to the ground and dragged toward Vega he pushes off with his feet. Adding his own strength to Vegas he makes the simple pull into a launch toward Vega's torso.

While his body speeds toward Vega, Azrael forces his trapped axe out of the confines of the chain and triggers the activation rune. Mere moments before he makes contact with his target, Vega's short sword finds home cutting open the outside of his ribcage.

OOC: Neural Shredder (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Neural_Shredder)

IC
As the chainaxe bit into his armor he felt it sputter and spark as it tore into leg making a large gouge in his leg as he turned away from it bringing the chain around Azrael’s throat. Tightening his grip and pulling the chain taut he raised his left forearm and fired the Neural Shredder to incapacitate the Primarch by use of the high powered electromagnetic wave.

The chain flipped Azrael's body into the air as the shredder hit him. Azrael blacks out for a split second as the shredder hit him. As the sight returns to him he readjusts the grip on his axe and pulls out his unique combi-weapon.
A Plasma bolter combo that uses a shotgun type shell that when mixed with the plasma it ataches itself to the pellets making essencially a plasma shotgun.
Firing this weapon at Vega as he is thrown by the chain, he spits blood as the chain cuts into his throat. As he hits the ground Azrael reholsters his pistol and grabs the chain around his neck.

The oddly designed combi weapon would have been very damaging to Vega had the Mechanicum adepts not prepared him for the likelihood of this. As the shot closed in on Vega the conversion field generator in his suit activated and a bright shield wall erupted between him and his foe. Laughing maniacally Vega tugs harder on the chain and watched as Azrael spat up even more blood. Snatching up his bolt pistol he fires shot after shot at Azrael.

'Will he never learn?' thinks Azrael as he uses Vega's pull to launch himself into the air in a arc over Vega's head using the slack in the chain to deflect the bolter shot.
As the round hits the chain it yanks back on Azrael's throat causing him to flip in the air, head over heels, bringing one axe down toward Vega's head. Fireing his combi-weapon as he swings his axe he calls "Lets see your shield block this!"

Rolling quickly to one side and yanking the chain to shift Azrael to a ninety degree angle Vega rolls three krak grenades underneath Azrael sending a whooshing fireball straight into his form.

Smileing as he ses the anti-armor grenades roll under him, Azrael swings his axes broad ways acrost his body. The force of the axes spins his body out of the way of the superheated fireball. As he falls his uses the spin to get the chain of of his neck.

Looking at his shield still chained to his chest he notices a discoloration of it due to the proximity of the flame. " Not bad, you heated up a little bit." the grin on Azrael's face widens. " youve finally fighting at the strength of a the damn eldar!" leaping foward Azrael pulls out a melta bomb and straps it to the chain midway between them rolling to the side and standing as the chain reaches the full length again. " In sixty seconds that bomb will detonate and if we dont end this by then it will consume us both." Azrael's grin increases to expose his pointed teeth. "Lets dance"