NationStates Jolt Archive

Gadit looked over her lands, the scorching sands and fires of Aksoem, she opened her maw, revealing great pointed brass teeth poking just over her quivering pale brown skin, she took in the desert air of her home, a land she had dedicated a lifetime in conquering, her torn rags dranched red in the blood of many, innocents and enemies alike, she stretched in exhuberance, spreading her raw matted hair over her back.
IndentHer vision of the land before her, was drawn away, the rusted and heavy armour of Lord Seguird drew her vision down, the sand under her feet slowly blew away, letting her down onto the brazzen floor softly, "LORD SEGUIRD, YOU ARE STILL CURSED WITH THE SCREAMS OF YOUR VICTIMS." although gentle and warm, Gadits voice taunted the fabrics of reality around her, causing it to screech as it made its way to Seguirds ears, "IT COMFORTS ME." She remarked.
IndentSeguird smiled, peeling away pieces of loose skin as the muscles tensed, "It has been too long my queen." He stated, slowly, carefully examining each word as it fell from his mouth, watching it float purposefully towards her ears, "My soldiers require the fight, I myself have had too long without death." He paused, pulling out his large and rusted chainsword, watching the activated teeth hunger for blood, as they made their way around the curcuit.
IndentGadit considered the proposal of her favoured son, noting the dying flames of Aksoem and the silence hung in the air, "I WILL GRANT YOU THIS WISH SEGUIRD, OFFER OUR GOD THE BLOOD OF ALL YOU ENCOUNTER, DO NOT RETURN UNTIL YOUR OWN SKULLS JOIN THOSE OF WHOM YOU HAVE MURDERED." Seguird's armour screeched as he knelt covering the sound of Carrion hovering overhead.

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Finally, teeth gnawed on raw flesh, blood tossed over the cold ground, once more the rusted blade Kry was thrust through the soft flesh of whichever human had once been there, his face now eviscerated, Seguird roared with glee, grabbing a human and pushing his face deep within a tree, the bark chipping away with the force of his skull.
Screams of innocents swept over the bloodied hillside, the Bezerkers peeling away flesh from the bone of the humans, denizens of some lost paradise, Seguird took pleasure in removing the great joy these families had been revelling in only moments before, Kry, his sword, glistening in the sun, breaking through the leaves, swang down upon a mother, cutting her down in the deep grass, her daughter running in tears, he drew his plasma pistol, and bolted her down in cold blood, the warm energy of the heated plasma cell felt like blood rushing up his arm.
If the Warriors were lucky today, then many more would today come from across the galaxy, seeking revenge, seeking a bloody conflict, and once again today, he would bathe in the blood of innocents, and more, he would appease his god, who too, would soak in enemies blood, he took a severed head of his enemy, tore away the flesh, and watched as the skull slowly vanished in his palm, joining the millions surrounding the throne of Korn.

(OOC: Jump on in, the planet the Bezerkers wiped out will be important enough for people to know of its wherabouts, and the people living on it would have likely sent out a million cries for assistence.)

Emperor Syro sat on his throne. the planet of Harazastan had just been wiped out. he turned to an aid.

"Tell Baron Admiral Vobi to pay them a visit and see what's going on."

(OOC: Gonna need a little more than that to respond Deata, also, BUMP.)

Several Greywatch dropships began dropping off soldiers on to the ground to establish a forward base. A Worldslayer hung some distance away from the planet, around them there was a forest and some mountains in the distance. Amoung the soldier stood a tall figure in white armor and a red cape. He wield a sturdy spear in one hand and a large rifle in the other, the other soldiers were dressed in green armor and all of them had the basics, assault rifles, combat knives, grenades, and plenty of ammo. Equiptment was dropped off by multiple equiptment dropships. The commander directed his units to begin preping to explore and set up a perimeter. They worked quickly, they knew something bad was on this planet.

OOC: Nice introduction. I'm just curious as to why they're wiping this planet out seemingly for the sake of it?

A cool quiet settled over the forest, not even the sound of birds in the sky, the sensation of sound replaced by the stench of death, carried down the foothills by the mountain wind, the silence was broken by a whipser, a single sound chanted over and over, the whisper grew into a shout, and then into a cry, "KILL...KILL...KILL!" It roared around the emerald landscape.
IndentA sudden white flash of heat, a burst of energy, and the stacked pyramid of corpses began to flame, Seguird roared with joy, his eyes like now pins, the lapping flames towering before him spat with the unleashing of gas, Seguird stared at the descending columns of soldiers, they would not be here for long, they would not enjoy their stay.

One of the soldiers ran up to the commander, "Sir life forms detected. We can't ID them yet." Th commander looked back at the foot soldier through his helmet, "Make a defensive preimeter, radio the Birthseeker with this info. We may need reinforcements."

(OOC: @Vescopa, I don't know if you've ever played Warhammer 40,00, so I'll work with the assumption that you havn't, the worshippers of Khorne are bloodthirsty immoral killers, who believe that a day gone without unfettered killing is a day wasted.
@Greywatch, they're just humans, slightly demonic humans, with a few cybernetic/genetic augmentations, but basically humans.)

Sunlight glinted off the mucus sheened rotten black teeth hidden in the dark forest, razors pierced the skin of the demonic hounds, hunched over the soiled ground, their brass collars dirtied by warfare, its snout shrivled, snarling, it leapt from its place below a tree, and bounded through dense forest and shruberry.
IndentThe creatures burst forth from the blackness of the forest, snarling and wailing, pouncing towards the exposed areas of the defensive perimeter, hungering for flesh, driven mad by abuse, their flesh torn from bone, alien scales piercing wildly our from their skin, their eyes sunk into their skull.

The air screamed like thousands of dying beings as the ship cut though the atmosphere, blazing in a bright arc over the blasted landscape. On board the Hellhound (http://the-white-tiger.deviantart.com/art/Lassat-Starship-57552435) a voice spoke a single word, seeing the soldiers come under attack from the servants of Khorn.
"There."
You could have frozen a star with that voice, and sun-colored eyes flashed as Silvertooth felt the beautiful, delicious anger build inside of him. Beside him another, female, also watched though the cockpit window, maneuvering the vessel downward. Their hair was red, and they looked vaguely similar, though no one could mistake them for human. The female, whose name was Nightshade, had a single ring though her left fox ear, leaving normal "human" ears curiously absent. The male had a ring as well, but attached to this was a thin, tiny chain, which attached to an ear stud leading to another chain which ended in a tiny black cross. The most astounding thing was that both their bodies were covered in fur. Not the way a kitsune of Xiscapia had fur only on their ears and tail, but completely covered, all over. Their noses, instead of being merely human, were much more fox-shaped, gently sloping into a beautiful snout. The fur was white/tawny colored, all over their bodies. The female's eyes were light green mixed with yellow, while the males was light brown mixed heavily with yellow. These were bekko, which in the Old Tongue of Xiscapia, meant different.

Both were dressed in black hooded cloaks, though as they set down not far from the fighting these hoods fell back. Both had a wickedly curved katana sword on their back, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. Deployed from the Palace on Xiscapia, these two were the Emperor's twin nephew and niece from his traitorous brother's marriage, a pact made with Chaos. Both were the Kitsune Empire's resident Chaos hunters and held far more power over Reality than even Emperor Foxfire Rose himself. A distress call had reached them, too late evidently. The brother and sister stepped out onto the surface and the ship silently lifted away behind them to settle into high orbit above the planet. They began to walk, slow and deliberate, towards the demonic things and soldiers, taking time to drink in the surroundings before the battle. The bekko both came dangerously close to being slaves of the Blood God themselves, brutal and sometimes even cruel towards those they considered a threat. Still, they could distinguish between Light and Dark, between Innocent and Criminal, between Good and Evil.
Still, those were all perceptions of the mind.
Who was to say?
They walked onward.

(OOC: @Vescopa, I don't know if you've ever played Warhammer 40,00, so I'll work with the assumption that you havn't, the worshippers of Khorne are bloodthirsty immoral killers, who believe that a day gone without unfettered killing is a day wasted.

OOC: Oh... OK... I guess. But do you know why they do that though? Something in their past or something? Oh, and no I've never played it before. I've heard of it, but that's mostly due to Chronisia's all-encompassing influence.

(OOC: Okay, crash course in Warhammer mythology and the backstory of Aksoem, there was a galaxy wide species known as the Old Ones, who were in a massive war with a species called the C'Tan, the Old Ones would create allies from a metaphorical bag of magic tricks, including the Eldar and the Humans, one day, they right royally screwed up their bag of tricks, and made the Orks and a bunch of evil gods, Khorne, Nurgle, Tzentch and Slaanesh, lots of stuff happened, the humans made these dudes called Space Marines, a guy called Horus discovered the Chaos gods, and there was a massive civil war, where everyone joined these gods or stayed loyal to the Human Emperor, the Aksoemites were colonised many millenia ago, before they were re-discovered by the Space Marines, the natives had began to worship heretical cults, constantly fighting eachother in order to thin the population and gain the juicey blood which they combined with occasionally lacking milk supplies, when the Imperium came and began to colonise the world, the natives began to torture the Space Marines, convincing some heretics to join them, eventually overthrowing the Imperium with an army of cultists and Space Marines under the banner of Queen Gadit.)

OOC: Essentially the guys that are slaughtering people are half-insane, half-demonic people with nothing better to do with themselves.

IC:

"Shit!! Contact!! Lots of Contact!!" Screemed a soldier and slowly the entire group began firing off rounds at the approaching creatures. The commander noticed the two others walking towards the group, his armor's shield went to full and while firing at the mysterious hounds he began waling towards them, his spear ready. "This is Greywatch Elite Commander Mar calling for backup. We have come in contact with hostiles and two IDed, send support. Drones would be prefered." As soon as he finished his sentence, the Worldslayer deployed a Pelican Frigate to the surface, on board was enough equiptment and men to fight a small battle.

A flesh-hound took a pause in the maelstrom, feasting on the open jugular of a fallen soldier, a bullet struck the hounds chest, causing it to yelp and leap back from the body, it rolled over, facing the combat, snarled, and lept back into a soft human body, ripping away senselessly with tooth and claw, splashing foam and blood over the nearby hounds and humans.
IndentAs the great monolithic ship descended from the darkening skies, a thousand flesh torn and flagellated humans crept out of the forest, strip of their dignity enfeebled and almost unwilling to fight, they had their limbs torn from their bodies, and replaced with all manner of dull metal impliments, "Join us!" They droaned, between disjointed cries for help and tears of sorrow.

The two watched as the soldiers ineffectually tried to fight off the hounds, pounding them with bullets with little sign of working. Humans, disfigured and mutilated, were appearing by the hundreds in the woods, crying and screaming, more tricks of Chaos. They noticed the human soldier walking steadly towards them, firing at the hounds all the while, and they stopped their advance, Silvertooth gazing at the man, Nightshade watchful in case any hounds or humans approached.
"We mean you no harm," murmured Silvertooth, white-furred head exposed in the dying light as he spoke, "we seek to destroy these things as well."
OOC: Aksoem, are my chars being ignored?

(OOC: oh no of course not, I just couldn't think of exactly how to interact with them, I didn't want to kill Seguird just yet or unleash all my Bezerkers yet, and I havn't got any spellcasters so I couldn't "Have a feeling." You're gonna need to start impacting on my losses before I can come up with some interaction.)

"Seguird." a slow voice came from behind the desicrated warrior, "Why are we being kept behind whilst Dogs and Cowards serve our lord?" He asked, the tall soldier silhouetted by the dying rays of light.
IndentSeguird raised Kry to his eyes, "We will kill soon enough." He muttered, "Not before we have murdered their soul!" He cracked a smile, looking down on the burnt corpses, onto the messy crowd of insect like fighters.

The commander smiled behind the mask of his helmet and turned to see his men being killed. "All soldiers, activate battle armor shields, load explosive rounds." Soldiers quickly reloaded their weapons when they could and began firing the new rounds into the oncoming creatures. They watched as bodies were torn apart by the new rounds. There was then a scream of engines as a three dropships appeared overhead, beams a light spewed forth from underneath and more soldiers appeared. These were different however, all of them had black hair and gray uniforms. All at once they called out, "Drones are here to serve, how shall we assist?" The commander looked back while continuing to fire, "Genocide Protocol Level Two!!!" The commander yelled. The hollow solid black eyes of the drones lit up, red circle appeared in the centers, "Kill all hostiles... Kill them all. Let none survive." They all said at the same time. Then there was the screem of plasma rifles going off, tearing through the soft flesh of anything in it way. A few of the drones broke off with large swords in one hand and bolter pistols in the other, they quickly began to rip through the ranks of their enemies.

OOC: Drones can be killed but they're far more difficult since they aren't actually living things. The best way to describe them is ghosts in artficial, sub-natural bodies. When killed, their bodies will change from flesh to dust. They all have black hair, solid black eyes (when not in Genocide form), and black teeth.

(OOC: Would this special ability be Magical, or Technical?)

The Hounds had pulled back, instead tugging at the loose flesh of the fallen soldiers, pulling it back to the forest for later feasting, the cultists remained, crying out their misery and pain, demanding that their suffering end, clawing at whatever they could reach, torn between anguish and anger, the eerie whispering of the crowd seemed to remain, tormenting the living and exciting the dead.

OOC: It stem from Cryption, a unique force very few from Greywatch can tap into, so I suppose its sub-magical. It has a little bit of science to it, its kinda like manipulating the universe to essentially get whatever the hell you want, but it also takes a lot out of the user. Drones are essentially clones of elite soldiers that have been infused with cryptic energy, so they can use some cryptic abilities but not many, they're just strong, faster, and smarter that most humans, they're also hive minded but more on that later.

IC:

As the hounds began retreating the Drones mercilessly slaughtered the remaining forces without thought. They shot, ripped, and sliced through everything not indentified as allied or nuetral.

(OOC: Any chance of getting some sort of (however minor) defence bonus, being Khorne makes you somewhat immune to magical effects, but I don't want to exploit this advantage too much)

The Hounds ripped flesh and muscle from shattered armour, tear away the meatier parts, and defending their meat from the runts, a Hound snapped at Seguird, he growled back, causing the dog to slowly back away, Seguird grabbed a chunk of meat, he forced it into his moth, splattering blood around his maw, it refreshed him, "We wait, let them bury themselves behind their walls, exhuberent that we will not destroy them, all the better when we tear tham apart." He tore the head from the soldiers body, watching the skull slowly turn to dust.

OOC: I imagine being the servant of demonic god gives you some resistance to physical and magical damage as well as an ability to not be as affected mby pain. Prolly also some resistance to psychic dmg... Just my belief though. That's why I had my soldiers used explosive rounds.

Still the brother and sister observed with interest. There wasn't much to this fight, just demonic things rushing head-long into death at the explosive bullets and fearsome magical-android clone things. They watched as the Hounds retreated, leaving behind the twisting cultists spasaming in the forest behind, screaming and crying and groaning with noises that stabbed into the ears and tore away at the eardrum until it burst and bled. With the sudden lull Silvertooth and Nightshade exchanged glances and began to walk though the field of dead, the bodies of fallen soldiers who had not been dragged away to be eaten and the shattered, crushed corpses of dead Hounds. Even with these puny playthings of Chaos the stench of Khorne still hung over them like a sick fog. Booted feet stepped around or over the sprawled warriors as the bekko crossed into the woods. Whispers curled and hissed about them as the humans reached for the kitsune, but their grasp met only air as the twins levitated above the crumpled forms, gliding softly though the trees before coming to the ground once more on the other side and continuing onward, seeking to find where the forces of Chaos had fled to.

"Begin summoning process." The commander called to the Drones who then, still in Genocide form, began forming circles of four drones each in varying sizes. Blue symbols began forming on the ground, "Good, the areas have been marked... Drones, form up and move out, go after the other two." Without question the drones sprinted, weapons in hand, after the two kitsune. They went though the trees as if they weren't there with inhuman amounts of speed...

Silvertooth stopped abruptly, as did Nightshade with perfect synchronization, and both turned their heads, watching the Drones on approach. Neither kitsune made any sign of moving even to draw a weapon, they just waited. If the soldiers wanted to talk, fine. They could come to an agreement of sorts, cannon fodder was always needed. If they had come to fight, well, hopefully they had made arrangements with those back wherever they came from, because they would not be returning alive.

The Drones moved gracefully past the two, they were not the main concern. They wanted to find the source of these creature who defiled this land so. A few stopped and placed their hands on the ground, blue circles appeared around their hands. "Summoning, Witchcaller." In a bright flash appeared a medium-sized turret, its singular cannon pointed in the direction the Drones faced. "Witchcaller," said one of the drones, "Defend." Red lights on the turret came to life as it began recieving orders from the commander, it first pointed up at the two Kitsune, [Processing targets. Targets IDed as ALLIED. Awaiting enemies.] The drones began repeating this process until there were six turrets sitting in various openings in the forest, each one perpared to fire off plasma at whatever hostile got close.

Albin watched the four soldiers, creeping their way into the forest, he pulled his axe closer, waiting for the soldiers to pull closer, those who were first alone were always the first to be killed, Albin wasn't a member of the exclusive Bezerkers, and none of the soldiers around him had the loyalty to Khorne the Bezerkers did, perhaps that was a good thing, an uncontrollable Frenzy in a hunt and seek mission would be somewhat of a hindrence.
IndentThe soldiers got closer, Albin turned his eyes over the two squads of Heavy Support, the Autocannons and Heavy Bolters pointed at the wanderers, he lightly rubbed the trigger on his Plasma Pistol, "For the Blood God!!!" He cried, grabbing the attention of the tiny group, "Open Fire!!!!" He demanded, the sounds of heavy gunfire roared out from the dug in position, Albin extended his arm out over the shrubbery on the forest floor, sending a flurry of shots from the energy weapon.

Silvertooth and Nightshade sensed the soldiers of Khorne an instant before they announced their presence, and both kitsune cast up a wall of light, reflecting the energy bolts back at their attackers. A second later the light faded as the shield failed, but the bekko were nowhere to be seen. Silvertooth smiled down at the man who seemed to be the leader from his perch in a tree, and reached out, influencing Reality, and twisted. The man's gun arm snapped like a twig, the weapon falling from the suddenly unresponsive fingers to the forest floor. Silvertooth dropped down to land in front of Albin, grinning widely, entirely unarmed. At the same time Nightshade ran silently out from the concealment of the trees, not seen until she was almost next to the Heavy Support soldiers. As they turned to target her she flipped over the fire to land among them, a well-aimed kick sending a soldier's head spiraling away from his body into the trees. As the decapitated corpse fell to the ground she went down on one knee and made a complicated, encompassing gesture with her hands. Immediately she and most of the Heavy Support troopers were engulfed in a ball of flame, not so much a singeing her but burning the others alive, their weapons exploding in their hands, fire dancing up and down their bodies until they were little more than skeletons or heaps of ash.

The drones watch the two kitsune as they fought. Their hive minds sent all the information back to the Forbidden Ministry. A message was send to three of them who looked up at the kitsune before, without sound, appeared behind the female, weapons drawn. "We have been instructed to take our orders from you now... Comply?"

Albin rubbed his free hand in the blood oozing out of the cracks in his arm, "Any way the blood flows." He took his dripping hand and smeered it down his helmet, "The Blood God is Appeased." His free hand reached for his Chainaxe, a sudden blur of bronze and a horrific noise of rusted teeth, the proximity of the Bekko allowing him to force the deadly head of his weapon into flesh, burying it in the soft fox like flesh.

OOC: Can I join this?

At the same time as the Greywatch troops were fighting a battle with the strange demonic beings on one side of the plains, more dropships were landing on the opposite side of the plains to them. The dropships landed and, immediately, a unit of Alversian Infantry, draped in armour and supported by Mechs and Tanks, leapt out and moved into formation. They were waiting for the rest of the small army to arrive. The troops stood in perfect order, in perfect silence. There was no sign of any enemies and scanners had confirmed none were in the immediate area.

Captain Manson smiled and sent a quick message across to the Greywatch troops,

"This is Captain Manson of the Alversian 3rd Company, Second Battalion of the 24th Infantry Regiment. We are in position to the south and are wondering if you need assistance"

The troops remained stationary.

(OOC: Go right ahead man, but you may have to wait a while for some interaction, I'm trying not expend everything just yet.)

The commander watched as buildings were set up on the surface of the planet using matter construct methods. He radioed the Worldslayer, "I'm requesting assistance, send in Redemption and Nightshade."

OOC: Hope you don't mind when I kill the current commander-leader character, Albin...
IC:
Silvertooth smiled as the Chainaxe tore into the fur and flesh of his right shoulder, spraying blood onto the forest floor and splattering him, his attacker and everything in the general vicinity with the hot crimson liquid. Still smiling he tore the Chainaxe from the grasp of the Chaos warrior, flipped it around and. with a mutter of "Eat it.", plunge the weapon into the helmeted face of the human. Shredding away the metal and glass and shooting it into his skin, the blades carved away at the visage of the screaming man until the Chainaxe drilled straight though out the back of his head, spilling brains and gore all over the tree behind them. Silvertooth let the spinning blades die to a halt as the mutilated corpse toppled over, all but decapitated. Only now did the Bekko grimace and run a hand over the ruined, mangled flesh on his shoulder, wincing as his hand came away wet with blood. A quick dance of fingers over the injury and it turned into a patchwork of scars. His shoulder would still be stiff and the kitsune would feel pain every time he moved it, but at least now there was no risk of infection or providing the enemy a clear weak point to strike at.
Across the clearing, standing next to the smoking, ruined bodies of the Heavy Support soldiers as the last of the pain-filled screams of the humans faded, Nightshade nodded to the Drones. "As you wish." she murmured complacently.
With another shared look both Xiscapians turned to move deeper into the dark forest of horror. Silvertooth put the Chainaxe on his back, saving it for further use later.

The other Drones handled whatever was left in the area as their three companions moved behind the kitsune. Their weapons were still drawn, sword in one hand and plasma pistol in the other.

(OOC: Like I said, any way the blood flows, the Blood God is appeased, Gonna post later seeing as how my dad is talking at me and expecting me to care about how they get the Cheese and ham inside Kievs, and I really need to read all the posts over the next few pages before it suddenly marks them all as read.)

OOC: Have I been ignored?

(OOC: without actively going at and destroying as much Chaos as you find, I can't actually interact much with you.)

OOC: I was kinda hoping to be attacked but I guess I'll have to go looking for trouble, although I did make contact with Greywatch and he ignored me :(

OOC- Just gonna jump in here, as the others have done, if thats a problem, I'll just delete the post. To Greywatch and Xiscapia, the team is led by Mr.O, promoted and redesignated Omnicron for his efforts from the FEAR thread, so he will be willing to work with you instead of against, as most Belkans would.

IC:

The Achilles Class Heavy Cruiser, Malleus, was en route back to Hermes space when it intercepted the distress signal and was ordered to investigate. The ship locked itself into orbit around the world in question, and sent down a task force to find the source of the call. The team was given full operational authority, equipped with heavy assault gear, and sent to the planet.
The team:
1x Command Centurion "Omnicron"
20x Alpha Centurion warriors
50x Carnifex Heavy Troopers
3x MS-18 Kampfer with pilots, technicians
10x Turturis APCs

Planetside...
The Carnifex troops were dropped as the dropship descended, their heavy weapons making short work of the few hellhounds and cultists on the peninsula they had decided to claim as their base of operations. The Centurion team was next out, and the Belkan forces established a hard perimiter around the lander. The Kampfers were fueled and prepped for launch, while Commander Omnicron attempted to establish communications with what seemed to be non-hostile forces when viewed from space, and braced for any retalliation from the strange, bloodthirsty forces they had dispatched.

(OOC: I'll let Belkar on, but no more, I was fully expecting my guys to all be killed, but I don't want the good guys to equally have a cakewalk, I want some pretty cool deaths (see: Chainaxe to face) also, you should all be prepared to lose some characters, things are this way Bloodthirster going)

Five Carnifex stalked through the woods, their metallic boots crushing plants and corpses alike as they headed towards a town spotted nearby on descent. The smell met them before the glowing red light, the sickening stench of death and decay permeating their respirators. The team continued their advance into the town, cautiously heading towards the center of the desecrated hamlet, passing the corpses of men, women, children and animals, all slaughtered and mutilated nearly beyond recognition. From behind them, there was a loud noise, and the team took up a defensive formation.

"Companies! Form up!" The Alversian troops now formed into long columns of troops, each guarded by tanks and heavy troops. They were marching in the direction of the Greywatch troops to act as both support and to double their numbers.

It was now six Companies totalling 3,000 men, not including the armour with them.

OOC: Gonna pretend like I know what a Kiev is.
OOC2: I'm not really in a position to take losses, as I aim to have my characters survive this little adventure. However, I am open to serious wounds, life-threatening injuries, and perhaps they will spawn a few demons of their own for pure enjoyment and to give the enemy else something to shoot at.
OOC3: Ahh, Mr. O. I did like his character...bloodthirsty bastard...
IC:
Silvertooth stopped moving, looking about wearily, ears perked, holding a hand up to indicate the little squad should halt. He sniffed the air, as did Nigthshade, both bekko on alert. Aside from their own soft footfalls and the distant low cries of the cultists, everything was quiet...except for a nearly inaudible rumbling. Normal human ears wouldn't have picked it up, but the ears of the kitsune were far move sensitive, and the Drones probably had any array of sensors far superior to normal senses.
"Machines..." he said softly, turning his head in the direction of the Alversian force. He could hear the growl of tanks and heavy clanking of mechanized infantry units beyond the forest. He began to move again, lithe form swiftly darting though the trees like a pale ghost wrapped in a shroud of darkness, followed by Nightshade and the trio of Drones. In little time he crouched among the trees and low ditches, looking out across the plains at the approaching ranks of soldiers and vehicles. "Alversians...?" he murmured, noting the distinctive red and gray uniforms and symbols emblazoned on the sides of the tanks and mecha. Nightshade turned to the Drones, a slender white-furred finger pointing out to the humans. "They're allies." she said simply as Silvertooth climbed the embankment and stood in full view of the Alversian military. To them he appeared a dark cloaked figure, features almost entirely indiscernible at this range. The bekko made some gestures with his hands and a projection the size of a tank appeared over him. It was the Xiscapian flag, a silver sheathed katana sword lying on a blood blood cloth on a black background. The commander should recognize it, and not try to snipe the Xiscapian or throw some kind of barrage of shells at him, thinking the kitsune hostile.
That would be most unfortunate, as Silvertooth wasn't in the mood to destroy several companies worth of soldiers and a battalion of armour so early into the fight, especially allied troops and vehicles.

(OOC: You might know them as a Chicken Supreme, it's boneless chicken rolled and breaded, then filled with a sauce, typically garlic, occasionally cheese or tomato, contrary to the name, it doesn't hail from Kiev, Ukraine, but was instead invented by a Frenchman.)
(OOC2: I'm all up for physical scarring, and mental anguish, you'll get a lot of it on this campaign.)
(OOC3: If it's not trouble for you guys, I'm gonna have the Bloodthirster appear soon.)

Seguird rubbed his forhead, smeering blood over it, it had not been dififcult for the soldiers present to see the sudden change in his behaivour and the dark aura surrounding him, typically this would mean he would soon join the ranks of Khornes Demon army, "They are... ammassing." This word seemed stretched, eternally, "Whichever way the blood flows, the Blood God is appeased." He muttered, the Lietenants inching closer, not through choice, but through some supernatural force commanding them to, "Gather the dead, make praise to Khorne, the time has come for the blood to flow!" He grumbled, the Lieutenants instantly knowing what they had to do, rushing from the makeshift shelter, and down the hills to the encamped Khornate Army.

OOC: Sry 'bout that Alversia, didn't kno you were trying to establish contact with me. I figured we'd meet eventually but wasn't sure when.
OOC2: I'll be making a post later, I had graduation and a party to go to today.

IC:
The drones did nothing and followed the two Kitsune without question. On the Worldslayer it was quite different. Officers ran back and forth as the captains perked up at the new arrivals. An offcier looked up, "Activity increase. Looks like there's a lot of company. They've got force much larger than our own. One of them is moving towards our troops." On of the captains looked up, "Activate 'Sniper Link.' Send a message directly to the party moving to our forces. Make sure Nightshade and Redemption make it to the surface okay. Get the kids ready, I want our heavy guns on the surface. Give 'em more support, armor perferably, tanks should suffice. Also, deploy a Harbinger to the surface to maintain high altitude and provide any air-force that may be neccisary." The officer nodded and it was done. The base on the surface was being built rapidly as soldiers using a special technology, 'summoned' buildings onto the field. More soldiers were deployed including Redemption and Nightshadem the two head Greyknights and special abominations of the Forbidden Ministry. As tanks and troops landed the base expanded in size. The commander on the ground directed the activity, "All right people! Ask permission to build a PSR gate to home so we can get more units here stat. Everyone prepare to move." He looked as the two Greyknights walked up to him, one was caucasion with messy brown hair and red eyes, he had two large pistols and eight sword hilts at his waist. The other was pale with white eyes and hair, he wielded two demonic short swords and a katana. "You two, catch up to the drones." They both nodded and ran off into the forest. Meanwhile a message was sent to the Alversian army moving towards the Greywatch forces, "Can we assume you are friendly?"

As the Alversian troops came forward, men marching in perfect step and not a single deviation between any of them. They were the apex of perfect discipline, months and months of training coupled with all the experience warfare could offer.
As the Companies came forward, a message was sent back to the Greywatch troops,
"Affirmative. We are the Alversian 1st to 6th Companies, 3rd Battalion of the 33rd Infantry Regiment. We are marching to join you."

Then they spotted the Xiscapians and a voice bellowed out,
"Companies! Halt!" The troops ground to a halt and stood in formation.

The officer at the front stepped forward and called up,
"Nice to see the Kitsune Empire's here as always!"

As troops began arriving on the surface the base was expanding, large vehicles ran over trees, knocking them down without effort. Troops began loading into APCs that headed out as soon as they were given the order, the job of communicating with the new friendly force was given to the commander. "Okay then, if your here to join us so be it. We're still getting troops, I suppose you'd know that. That is, if you can see the transports coming down. I'm directing two of my men to see you now." When the commander was done with his message he sent one to the Greyknights who immediately changed direction and head towards their new contacts at high speed.

OOC: These guys can run at 50mph comfortably, just an FYI.

OOC: That sounds...really good. I could use one of those right now.
IC:
"Nice to see the Kitsune Empire's here as always!"
Silvertooth nodded without expression. "And it is always a pleasure to work with the Republic," he said softly but audibly as Nightshade and the three Drones appeared behind him. His yellow eyes probed the leader's face. "You are here about the distress calls, I take it?" he inquired, saying nothing of the identical soldiers behind him.

The Captain looked around at the Drones curiously but did not enquire as to who they were. The Xiscapian Empire was always testing new equipment in the field so this was no rariety, he gave a grim nod,
"Our Battalion was on training exercises not far from here and we were judged to be the best troops to respond to the crisis. What have you learned?" He asked Silvertooth

OOC: Xis, What? A Greyknight?

IC:
The drones looked over the others before one jumped down to them and bowed. "We are the drones, ultimate, expendables of the Greywatch Empire, if you are allies than so be it." Just then a figure came rushing out of the forest at high speed, he nearly ran right into the drone and the captain but managed to change his direction by pushing off the ground, causing it to explode, and sending himself into a nearby tree. Another figure emerged who promptly jumped onto a nearby tree branch.
"Red, can you watch it for once?"
"Not my fault they stood in my way. They better be happy I bothered to avoid them."
"Well if you wouldn't go so fast with your eyes closed to feel the wind in your hair-"
"Well the ship was hot..."
"You have a damn pheonix inside of you, why does heat affect you? It really shouldn't."
"You know what? Fuck. You."
Nightshade looked at the others, "Sorry about that. We're here to help, don't be... too alarmed."

Onboard the dropship...
The large troop movement had been monitored and deemed non-hostile, and Commander Omnicron had taken an APC to intercept them where they had halted.

The APC halted in front of the Xiscapians, and Omnicron stepped out, an impressive sight standing, standing 7'4" without armor, and even more so in his heavy combat kit. He recognized the races present, and walked to the congregation of those who seemed to be in command. He tuned his vox unit and spoke, "Greetings. I am Commander Omnicron of the Imperium of Belkaros. Our forces are here investigating a distress call. Are you here for similar reasons?"

The Greyknights and Drones looked at the new arrivals, Redemption crawled out of the tree he launched himself into. "Yeah, pretty much. At least that's what I can assume." Night rolled his eyes, "I doubt he was talking to you." Red looked back at him, "Well I hate bein' fuckin' ignored anyhow, so there."

OOC: A Kiev, dude. :p
IC:
"What have you learned?"
Silvertooth grimaced. "Chaos. It's here, servants of-"
He was interrupted by the Drone stepping in, then by a nearby form ran into a tree and promptly got up, seemingly unharmed, and proceeded to start and argument with his partner. Finally an APC from a nation he'd never heard of rolled up and a huge, heavily armored creature popped out and walked over to them.
"Greetings. I am Commander Omnicron of the Imperium of Belkaros. Our forces are here investigating a distress call. Are you here for similar reasons?"
"We are all here," Silvertooth spoke over the Greyknight crawling out of the wreckage of the tree as he and his partner began to verbally spew insults at each other once more, his tone suggesting that any further interruptions would be most unwise, "because of the distress calls. This planet has been ravaged by Chaos, specifically, servants of the Blood God, Khorne. The local civilian population has been slaughtered and all manner of daemons and Chaos warriors have taken up residence here. I can feel them, out there in the forest. So far we have encountered only a few, weak units, but there will be many, many tougher forms of terror waiting for us. What we must do is eradicate them down to a man, leave no soldier alive, take no prisoners. They are utterly insane, more beasts than men now. But don't mistake insanity for stupidity. They are cunning, and I can assure you that much blood will be spilled before this matter is seen though. I only come from Xiscapia, and we are but two. But if we all work together, our combined power might," he gazed around, "might, be enough."
Throughout this Nightshade stood in the background, looking over Redemption, the other named Nightshade, Commander Omnicron and the Alversian Commander. If they were going to fight alongside others, the bekko needed to be sure they had strong men behind them.

"Oh, so that's what's happening here. Figures... I always have to deal with demons..."
"That, Red, is because we're both the two men who are best at it. Oh and forgive me for introducing myself, I am Nightshade, just Nightshade. Master of the Encryptic body-manipulation techniques."
Redemption stepped in and straightened up, "I am Redemption Chaosguard Dragonborn. Elite pyrocryptic user, shapeshifter, regenerater, and Self-ressurectionalist. I don't even care if that's not a word."
Nightshade jumped off the tree and took a bow in syncronization with his companion.

Omnicron looked at Redemption warily, recognizing him on some level, but unable to recall why due to the memory supressors in his brain.
"The Imperium of Belkaros will pledge its local forces to assist you in purging Chaos. Such creatures are a threat to all, and should be exterminated." With that, he signaled to the dropship to deploy their forces and launch mobile suits to work with the gathered units.

The Captain looked around at the new arrivals and gave a sigh,
"Well it seems we've brought a little chaos of our own," he turned back to his own men for a moment, watching them just standing perfectly still as ordered,
"Well, where are these 'Daemons'?" he asked Silvertooth.

The earth shook as the bipedial mobile suits joined the formation, causing some lighter vehicles to boumce just off the ground and settle again with a groan as they took their positions flanking the troops. Just behind them were the nine APCs laden with Carnifex and Centurions. The three story battle machines scanned the forces present, entering their numbers into targeting computers to compute battle plans later on. Omnicron stood with the assembled leaders, waiting for whatever was to come next.

"Hells yes. Looks like we got some calvary, time to give the demons some hell." Nightshade nodded to his companion's comment, "Well as soon as we recieve the order we'll move out." As he spoke several transportrs flew overhead, most likely to drop more forces, "Well we'll have plenty of company soon. I want you all to know that if things do go to hell, in the literal sense, Greywatch aircraft will bomb the hell out of the enemy... to the best of their ability. Be warned though, bombs are not always the most acurate of weapons. If we all watch our backs we should be fine... I hope."

"Well, where are these 'Daemons'?"
"Hiding." said the bekko with a wolfish grin. "Not perfectly accurate...in your terms they would be "falling back and regrouping their forces." We can probably expect them to show themselves soon enough, but if not, a quick scanning sweep might reveal a camp or fortress they have on planet." He nodded, looking around again. "I would suggest making a more permanent beachhead for us to bunker down into, this conflict won't be resolved in a day. As I understand," he looked to Redemption, "your forces have some more-or-less permanent structures built up. We should retreat to that position while we either wait for the next move of Chaos, or if they are not so providing, locate and destroy any and all of the enemy we can find. In the meantime, I would suggest small but heavily armed scouting parties to be patrolling the woods and fields. The sooner we can engage in combat," he smiled darkly, "the better. Do any of you have alternative suggestions you feel would be...more wisely advised?"
Nightshade came and stood next to her twin, and though some unspoken communication the male's eyes widened. "Ah, I almost forgot," he bowed, "I am Silvertooth, and this" he spread his hands as his sister spoke in a silken voice, "is Nightshade." she finished for him. "The Kitsune Empire's resident Chaos hunters."

"Someone sharing my name," Nightshade said with a grin, "There is probably a good reason for that I imagine." Redemption looked at the girl and then to his companion and gave an uneasy grin, Great, some more fucking warmongering assassin types that coldly kill whatever is in their way without even making it fun... Dammit. He looked up and gave a relaxed look, putting his hands on the back of his head, "Yeah, yeah, you can stay with us. I'll tell boss to get some more barracks, won't have room for all of you though." He turned to the Alversians, "You guys and the siblings over here might be all we can fit. I sure as hell don't want the mech crushing our base so those guys," he pointed to the Belkaros forces, "Keep your distance please, we want to destroy the enemy not each other." He did an awkward spin and pointed in the direction of the base, "Well when you all wanna head out say the word. We'll have Drones potrolling the area and maybe bring down some Hellhounds to make it all interesting."

The Belkans returned to their dropship and relocated to the Greywatch base, the MS pilots taking extra care not to crush anything, other than an unfortunate squirrel, as they set up a defensive perimiter. The Belkans called for reinforcements from the orbiting ship, and their request was affirmed in the form of two more mobile suit teams, a Carnifex legion and armor support. These forces were accomidated in dropships within the compound.

"Oh well fuck me sideways..." Red said with a slightly annoyed tone, "I said to not get close... oh fuck it, the boss'll chew 'em out." Back at the base the comander was taken aback by the sudden arrival of new forces, "What the fuck, HEY!! WHO THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE HERE?! This is a Greywatch base, if you guys are allies that's no problem but build your own damn base of operations, don't try and claim mine. Hell, we can connect the damn things if you wich but this is Greywatch territory for the time being!" The Drones paid to heed and contined expanding the base, they summoned a large command/communiactions center and some large artillary guns from the Worldslayer in orbit. Several tanks, APCs, light vehicals, and a few battle suits were on the ground, they were all accompanied by a large amount of Greywatch soldiers who scurried around to build defensive perimeters and set up small man-operated turrets.

The Belkans, startled by the harsh response to their choice of landing zone, relocated to just outside the Greywatch base and began to connect the defenses of the two facilities. Omnicron oversaw the operation and tried to smooth things over with the Greywatch commander.

The commander calmed down immediately afterwards, he wasn't always so jumpy but watching his initial force get torn apart put him on edge and the last thing he needed was random, uncalled dropships dropping in without word. He figured two facilities was best, that way there was more ground under allied control, and that would make things easier to defend. Still he felt he should try to apologize for his reaction and made his way over to the allied commander, "Sorry about that... Just the dropships freaked me out. When we first landed, my intial party was practically torn apart and I'm still a little on edge. Anyway, I promise not to go off on you in the future." He put out his hand, "So, forgive and forget?"

Omnicron took the commander's hand in his own, dwarfing it the way a child's hand fits into an adults. "Apology accepted, comrade" he said, in his heavy metallic voice. "Our dropships are a little skiddish when it comes to hot-drops sometimes, but there will be no repeats of this action, nor will any more of your units be so decimated, at least not if we have any say in it."

The commander took the handshake rather well despite the fact that his hand couldn't be seen when they shook hands. "Well then, we'll continue operations on our side, you're welcome to use our comms center if you need it." He began walking back to his base and gave a farewell wave as he did so, there was still a lot that had to be done. Meanwhile Red perked up, "Nightshade, stay here with the others, base is calling me." With that Red was off almost as quickly as he'd come, the tree shattered behind him with the force he used to gain his sudden burst of speed. "Amazing," said Nightshade, shaking his head, "He never fails to somehow destroy the enviroment around him."

"The Kitsune Empire's resident Chaos hunters."

"You're more than that" the Alversian Captain stated, bowing his head slightly, "You're the Nephew and Niece of the Emperor himself. It's an honour to meet you both." he gave another respectful bow,
"I think it's time we do withdraw, I'm Captain Martez of the Alversian 36th Infantry Regiment, is the Greywatch base open to a few Allied troops?" He asked Nightshade politely.

"Just don't storm in and drop your bags expecting to get some immediate service and you'll be fine. Red is currently trying to smooth things out so that the commander will let you all stay there. We might as well move out now though." Nightshade said calmly, he then turned to the other two, "Well well, family of royalty. Sorry, but don't expect anything fancy or high class, not that I even think you'd be expecting it. Those who fight like soldier are going to have to live like them." He jumped to another tree branch in the direction of the base, "As my companion said, give the word and we'll head out. It's only a few minutes away... if you can move at 50mph through the forest."

(OOC: Can we put a pause on this whilst I catch up, I don't wanna end up completely forgetting this topic cos there's been some interesting networking going on, but the sudden busyness keeping me from posting the past few days has now gone, so I will finish this topic, even if it is just all my d00dz running in screaming like a bunch of n0bs)

OOC: Well not too much important stuff has happened, the players have all met and now have a base of ops. I think all the important people have arrived (commanders etc.) and now we're just waiting to have sh!t thrown at us LOL.

"You're more than that, you're the Nephew and Niece of the Emperor himself. It's an honour to meet you both."
"Well well, family of royalty. Sorry, but don't expect anything fancy or high class, not that I even think you'd be expecting it."
"Yes, well we generally try not to, ah, broadcast our royal bloodline," Silvertooth smiled. "And no, as a matter of fact, I can't move at fifty mile an hour right now. Looks like we'll have to walk. Captain," he turned to Captain Martez, "since it seems as though the Greywatch forces here are a tad on edge, do you mind if we set up quarters with your troops?"
While this went on Nightshade noted that both the Greywatchians and the Belkarons had sent down additional reinforcements. They now had quite the army here, but Chaos could pull anything out of it's proverbial hat.
They needed to be ready.
Nightshade vanished and reappeared just outside the perimeter of the Greywatch base. With the way things were, she didn't want to cause an uproar and be shot by a trigger-happy sentry or automated turret. She set off to where she thought the commander was, bypassing the defenses with her allied status, and went in search of.

A tad on edge?... What do you expect, Red and I are the demon hunters here... none of these other fools have ever witnessed a real demon attack in their lives... Nightshade looked back at the others before speaking to apparently no one, "Open brink network. Establish network connects to FOrward. Authorization: Poison of the Night." WIth those words the entire rest of the party 'blinked' into the safe zone within the Greywatch base, they were surrounded by stone/metal structures that were on the upperside of shabby. Each one could hold up to 75 men and came with showers and toilets. The bathroom was separated from the bedroom by a decent wall. "Sorry we don't have anything better, but these structures are made to come back down."

"Do you mind if we set up quarters with your troops?"

"Not at all, Sir" Martez saluted and turned to his men, "Companies! Form out! Set up Camp here!"

The Alversian infantry spread out across the Greywatch camp, setting up their own sentries within it to ensure the Alversian Infantry were all behaving themselves. Most stripped off their armour and stored their weapons in each domitory, however, some maintained armour and weapons to ensure that they were in a battle condition to respond to any problems that may arise. The Greywatch troops could probably handle any situation but it never hurt to be wary.

OOC: Did you read my last post? You're currently in my camp.

Silvertooth nodded in satisfaction as he looked around the hastily constructed Greywatch base. "This will do nicely, for now. Thank you for allowing us use of your base," he gave a slight bow to the Greywatch Nightshade, pivoting to Alversian Captain Martez, "and to you, Captain, for giving us quarter in your camp." Stepping away, he began to examine the buildings, and what he thought were buildings but turned out to be gigantic, Belkaron war machines.
Elsewhere in teh Base...
Nightshade entered into what appeared to be the base of operations inside the Greywatch area. She hoped the commanding officer was not too hassled to accommodate her: Qonn knew he probably had enough on his plate.

The commander turned to the new arrival, he was about to burst with so many forces randomly walking in and out but kept is cool. Luckily his helmet masked his face, "And you are...? Wait, wait, an ally right, another one. Why the hell did I let Red talk me into this?... But enough of that for now, what is it that you need. I am assuming you're looking for a commander and not just wandering."

"But enough of that for now, what is it that you need. I am assuming you're looking for a commander and not just wandering."
"Indeed, and I assume by the insignia on your uniform that I have found him," she replied softly little emotion. What was there was pure, calm tranquility. "Commander, forgive my pretentious arrogance, but I must discuss the troops of your base with you, now that the Alversian force is encamped within and the Belkaron base springing up nearby. My only concern lies in this: We, that is, Silvertooth and I, have fought Chaos, and the warriors and Daemons of Khorne, before. We have some idea of what to expect, although Chaos by nature is erratic and unpredictable. If you wish this base and the troops, vehicles and structures inside to survive an assault by Hounds, soldiers or almost undoubtedly much worse, you must be prepared. I don't know if you, personally, have fought Chaos before or not, but this is essential. The soldiers, our allies, especially those who have not faced down the horrors from the Blood God, must be conditioned for it. Otherwise there is a very real chance of insanity, panic and disorder blooming in even the best trained, most battle hardened men." She gazed at him quietly for a moment. "What are your thoughts, Commander?"

The commander nodded before taking off his helmet, underneath were two glowing red eyes. "I know all too well of what demons are capable of, I have fought many of them, not Chaos demons but Twilight Demons. Most of these men have seena few battles and their resolve will not be easily compromised as long as they know what it is they are up against. As for the Drones, some of them followed you though I doubt you have any idea what they're capable of. You'll see that soon enough, we also have droids who who be more that willing to help out. I'd love to see machines driven mad. And to add to that, we can bring some Leanorians, wait 'til you see how they react to demons, I'm sure you'll be impressed. Now, if there's anything else you need..." He put his helmet back on, "Just say something."

"Just say something."
"For all our sakes I hope you are right to have such faith in our combined forces." said Nightshade quietly, stepping to the exit. For an instant she was a hunched shadow, framed against the open door. "Even droids and automations, in their own ways, can be driven beyond programming and protocol into the depths of madness. Never underestimate the power of Chaos. I will see you on the field of battle, Commander." With that the female bekko was gone.

"Pssh. Yeah, see you there." The commander turned around and returned to his work. Meanwhile a call was put out to deploy Leanorian forces to the surface, not many had been brought but if was really all that bad they'd be needed.

OOC: Sorry for mentioning this, Xis, has that other thread died?

(OOC: I aim to have this concluded by... well not the end of this week, cos it's already saturday, but soon, very soon.)

The soldiers, all the best, were stood on the foothills, overlooking patches of the peninsula and forest, it had been a sudden roar of activity, especially considering the nature in which it roared, the blood soaked red armour of Seguird seemed sunken deep within the muscular skin of the stranger who had stolen it, some foul creature who almost looked though he had grown from the Armour, the Bezerkers could feel the raw rage emminating from the beast, they knew it was a Demon, but no taller than Seguird, they guessed this was a good thing, Kry could remain a regular proportion.
IndentAnother new entry to the large army was the smattering of tall and bloodthirsty warriors, the soldiers had barely the control to keep them from bursting into a charge, a part of them didn't even want to keep them back, especially considering they would frequently rip into those holding them back, out of sheer boredom and lack of a kill, everyone here knew, that any second, they would be unleashed, possibly for the last time, any way the blood flows, the Blood God is appeased!

In the command center, things were becoming frantic. An officer working at his console looked up, "Sir, our eyes in orbit have something we should se. Look at this." With the click of a button the main screen in the room brought up an image of the demonic army, the commander stared ahead. "Shit, just perfect. Get the Leanorians down here on the double. Use transport radios to update them, I don't care whether they're here yet or not. They're gonna have to hit the ground running on this one." Menwhile the transports were now making their way through the atmosphere. Alerts around the base went off, everything was brought up to level 3, they knew there was going to be an attack, they had an idea of how serious it may be, but didn't know exactly when it was coming. Soldier were preparing their weapons and battle suits. Drones were brought up to Genocide Protocol rank 2. Red waited expectantly where the transports were supposed to land. It was all about to begin.

OOC: Aww... well I suppose this could only last so long. It was fun though.

OOC: GW, the thread is not dead. I have merely been unable to respond due to a death in the family, and now that I have time to I will try to put up a post. Nevertheless, it may be some time before you come in, as it were, so I ask for patience on your part.
IC:
Silvertooth strode up along the perimeter of the base, sun-colored eyes piercing the forest which could have concealed nothing more harmful than a few woodland creatures and dead leaves, or an entire Chaos army. He had discreetly received word of the massing of the demons and soldiers near the base, and though his muscles tensed and he licked his lips, this was in anticipation of the slaughter to come. A smile spread over his face as he looked out, black and delighted. Let them come...he would destroy them until the End of Time if he had to, and beyond. Silvertooth actually enjoyed killing, the scent and taste of a vanquished foe's blood, the corpses of his fallen enemies piled high. It had been said that he was dangerously close to becoming the very thing he despised and fought, and his dark hatred for Chaos and extremely good ability at recognizing it were the only things stopping him from falling into that trap.
Further Away...
Nightshade stood further away, by the Alversian Captain Martez. "Are your troops ready, Captain?" she murmured, not looking at him, gazing out across the buildings and soldiers. "Chaos is coming."

OOC: I'm sorry to hear about that, I didn't know. I'm fine with being patient I just didn't see any recent posts and was thinking it might have been let go.

IC:
Redemption was siiting up in a nearby tree watching Silvertooth as he waited for the transports. "A tad bloodthirsty are we?" He said with a smile, "Can't hide that from me. I know what it's like. But I not gonna waste anymore of your time." Just then the transports landed and Red gave off alarge smile, "Yay. Our Leanorian friends are here." He said cheerfully. Nightshade was making sure everything was going as planned, he knew something was coming. Two drones came up to him, "Sir, what do you request?" Nightshade glared at them, "Collect information, remain on GP2." The two drones nodded and vanished into the forest.

"A tad bloodthirsty are we?" He said with a smile, "Can't hide that from me. I know what it's like. But I not gonna waste anymore of your time."
"The battle is what I live for," Silvertooth growled with a grin. "Revenge on them, tenfold. I don't know what your in this for, but that's my drive: Vengeance, and love. So," he seemed to come out of a revere, "Leanorians? Lions of a sort, fighters? Can't swing a dead cat in this universe without hitting half a dozen feline races?" he laughed at his own mirth.

"Chaos is coming."

"We've faced worse Ma'am" Martez replied as he watched Silvertooth curiously, "We're as ready as we'll ever be to repel an invasion of any kind or any attack. Hopefully though, it won't come to that" he sighed.

"You ever seen 'em fight before?" Red gave a grin, "Wherever I go I see races like you, basically human with a little tweak. SO wadaya know? Looks like after a while evolution got bored. Anyway, I'm assuming you've heard of 'em before, since they haven't gotten off the transport yet." Just then the transport doors opened and Red waited expectantly.

"We're as ready as we'll ever be to repel an invasion of any kind or any attack. Hopefully though, it won't come to that"
"Make no mistake Captain, if they are here and alive, they will come. These things, it is in their nature to fight, ingrained into them as breathing or eating is to you or I. If they charge directly, which I think they will, you will utilize Setting Three, of course?"
"Wherever I go I see races like you, basically human with a little tweak. SO wadaya know? Looks like after a while evolution got bored."
"I wouldn't say that, really. My physical shape and biological make-up is as different from a humans as I know yours to be, appearances aside. Don't mistake human-like for human. What with what's coming at us," he nodded out to the forest, "it might be your last."
"Anyway, I'm assuming you've heard of 'em before, since they haven't gotten off the transport yet."
"In a manner of speaking, yes, I've heard of them. They're not exactly famous, but their fighting ability is supposed to be excellent. Hunters, the entire lot of them,"

"Don't mistake human-like for human."
Red smiled, I neve did, note I said basically. Meaning you're humanoid."
"Hunters, the entire lot of them."
Redemption laughed, "Wrong. Most of them are hunters. Others are-" He stopped when he saw the Leanorian soldier exiting. "Well you can sort that out for yourself."

"Well you can sort that out for yourself."
Silvertooth shrugged and looked back out at the landscape. He would judge the Leanorians by his own standards, and whether they met his requirements or not made no difference to him. If they were here, fighting alongside him to defeat Chaos, that was a good thing.

If they charge directly, which I think they will, you will utilize Setting Three, of course?"

"Of course," Martez gave a cheeky grin and looked over, "We have yet to find an Army that has stood up to the Setting Three volley" His smile slipped slightly, "Although if anyone can do it, I feel these ones can"

The Leanorians marched out of the transports in their ceremonial anti-demon armor. From a distance, or even up close for that matter, it didn't look like it would give any protection due to the many areas that the flesh was exposed but the runes and blessings would be enough. Their armor glistened in the light of the sun, they all were holding long spears made of a speical alloy making them nearly unbreakable. Some of them had swords, knives, and even guns at their sides. They all walked in perfect military formation, Red smiled as he watched them. Most of them were female with the exception of about five males. Next off the transport were Leanorian priestesses who wore tradition Leanorian priestess clothing, silky and white, it was more for decoration that anything else. Each priestess had a sword at her side. Lastly came two Leanorian commanders from each transport, they were clan in Greywatch armor up to their necks and were wielding swords and guns. One of them turn to face Red and smiled, Red returned the smile as they all got into formation. Other soldier whistled as they watched the new force arrive. The commander saw everything from the command center, "One hundren Leanorian soldiers... twenty priestesses.... and four commanders... quite the force to be reckoned with." He looked at an officer, "Patch me into base comms, make it loud." The officer nodded. "Attention new arrivals, we are facing a demonic force. Split into squads now, incorperate into human squads. Leona, I want you and your team with Redemption and his drones. That is all." The commander who'd smiled at Red blushed before taking her squad and walking over to Red. "Hey," she said. "Hey yourself," he said back. SHe hugged him, he was taken aback by this but returned the hug, the other Leanorians tried to hide their smiles and snickers. The two paid no attention, "Right then," Red said suddenly, letter her go, "We move when the order is given. They're prolly gonna hit us, 'course you don't need me to tell you that. Have at it ladies." With that everything went into full swing.

OOC: Whew, long post.

"Although if anyone can do it, I feel these ones can"
"Let's hope not, Captain." replied Nightshade demurely. "Otherwise you'll need to stopping power of a grenade or mortar launcher, until they get close anyway. If they manage to breach the perimeter, it's bayonet-and-gun-butt city...at least for your soldiers." She gave a slight smile. "Some of us came equipped, I see." she said, nodding to the Leanorian warriors with their swords. Silvertooth, some distance away, now realized what Redemption meant by his statement that not all of them were hunters. Evidently he was right, looking at the priestesses. Good thing, too: It was amazing how many supposedly "modern" armies had no kind of anti-Force-Psychic-Chaos unit to neutralize the more nasty of the demons and corrupted beings that inhabited this universe.

"I think we'll be alright" Mendez smiled, "Our Armour's already been given a blessing by the Elders of the Veela" He laughed, "We're the 39th Infantry Regiment, Veela's Blade we're known as, watched by them" He looked over at the Leanorian units,
"Impressive, I think we're gonna need them in this fight"

Squads were being prepared and completed as the Leanorian commanders acted as overseers of their groups. Redemption and Leona were chatting with Leona's soldiers as everything was getting ready. The commander smiled as he watched everything falling into place, it was almost time, "Make sure all turrets are ready. We'll need 'em for this." Soldiers came from their barracks with their weapons, containers were being opened so that soldiers could get the correct weapondry. The commander watched the screens of the commander center intently, "Tell our orbital friend to prepare unit drops and evac transports just in case. Get me my personal honor guardsmen and a troop of soldiers. I'm going to be there when everyone's fighting dammit. Keep an eye on the place, initiate lockdown once I leave." As the commander left everyone nodded and the doors were locked. He was joined by Nightshade, two Greywatch honor guards, three infantrymen, and a Leanorian priestess. "Let's get ready boys... this is gonna be one hell of a battle." It was a rare sight to see a Greywatch anti-demon unit on a foriegn world, the Leanorians were well known for what they did but were typically used as any other soldier in times of war, not exorcists.

The Carnifex troops equipped themselves with beam rifles, pistols and swords from the dropship's armory, the original force having been trippled by the new drops. The larger Centurions followed suit, the entire operation being watched by Omnicron, who armed himself with a heavy multirole beam cannon, twin beam swords, and his full battle armor. The troops formed into marching blocks, five men wide and five deep, and moved into marching positions, with the Centurions forming their own units within the formation.

The human commander nodded, "Good, everyone is getting ready. Its good to see those guys haven't been twiddling their thumbs, they've been awful quiet." The priestess looked up at him with a gentle look, "Not to be rude sir but, I believe we have other issues to focus on." The commander nodded, his soldiers preped their weapons for combat. Nightshade said nothing but took a glance around him, Our allies are powerful... But only this battle will determine their true strength. The other transports had orders to stay on the surface to provide emergency lift if needed. The commander's comms hub came up as he put a message through to the Omnicron, "Glad to see you guys are ready. What's your plan of action? I need to know what everyone is doing."

Omnicron walked to the Commander's position and removed his helmet, revealing his terrible, grizzly visage, scarred by surgery, combat and reconstruction. His lips and nose never existed in the first place, and one of his eyes had been replaced by a multi-spectrum rangefinder. He opened a case revealing a holo-display of several theoretical combat maps and spoke via Vox unit in his chest.
"Our mobile suits will lead our assault, focusing their bazooka fire on the enemy vehicles, then switch to shotgun and vulcan fire to thin their heavier troops while our Carnifex heavy infantry go head to head with their troops. Our elite Centurions will move independantly on the field, relieving Carnifex units as they come under heavy assault and disrupting troop movements. What about your troops? Are there any weaknesses between our forces that co-operation could strengthen? Our troops are without close vehicle support, our only real weakness at the moment."

The commander turned to Omnicron, "From the word of the demon hunters, these creatures we're up against can drive just about anyone or anything insane. Our priestesses wil take care of that, they have blessings and snti-demon weaponry. Our forces are using primarily heavy weapons, armor piercing and explosive rounds, incendecary weapons and such. We have bolter turrets set up around both our bases that will help support us. Our Leanorians-" The priestess looked up at Omnicron with a smile, her golden fur gleaming in the sunlight, "-will take care of flesh wounds and such... However, we're probably going to need armor support. Our drones will take tactical positions and guard areas that could give the enemy an edge if they capture. Our two resident Greyknights-" Nightshade bowed to Omnicron, his white hair blew in the wind and his solid white eyes showed no emotion, "-will take out heavy units and commanders." The commander stopped to study Omnicron's face, "By the way, this is one of them," he said putting his hand on Nightshade's shoulder, "Nightshade is his name. He uses four different swords, now I know you might think that's arcaic but they're cryptic weapons, they'll cut through anything as if it wasn't there. Our other man is Redemption, you might have seen him, brown hair, red eyes, and such... he'll head a forward strike force. He might need some cover but don't tell him I said that, he has many... special abilities to watch for but you'll learn all that later." The commander pointed to his base, "We're not going to have too many forward troops mind you, we want to mainly play defense, as the enemy is falling we'll slowly push our defensive perimeter outwards. The Worldslayer in orbit is waiting for the command to bring more troops and, if need be, vehicles. That's the main layout. Any other questions? Oh and the drones may not look like much, but trust me, they are very valuable forces."

OOC: Gotta stop with these long posts...

"We're the 39th Infantry Regiment, Veela's Blade we're known as, watched by them"
Nightshade frowned. "Veela's Blade? Blessed by them though you may be, I see none in your ranks. A spellcaster or Jedi of some sort to assist your regulars would be an asset, to maintain any magical influence they have over your forces. But I know little of the Veela, and it looks to me," she nodded to where to hulking, mutilated Omnicron stood quietly conferring with the Greywatch Commander, "like there is a general meeting occurring there, and we should be a part." Nightshade strode over to the two as though she had every right to be there. Technically, seeing as Silvertooth was on the other side of the base, being the only Xiscapian representative for the Kitsune Imperial forces there (such as they were) made it so.
"Our troops are without close vehicle support, our only real weakness at the moment."
"However, we're probably going to need armor support..."
"I cannot pretend to speak for our Alversian comrade here," she gestured to Captain Mendez, "but the Republic force, as you may have noticed, brings with it a number of Mecha and tanks. They can probably provide the armor support. As for Silvertooth and I, we're freelance, working the entire field. Don't worry about friendly-fire, you won't hit us. Like the Greyknights, we will be targeting commanders, heavy vehicles, elite units and anything else that looks important. If we can, we have to try and destroy the enemy totally, here while we have them engaged in combat."
OOC: Aksoem, you have a TG.

The commander nodded, "I know that much already. In fact our Greyknights will probably shadow you from time to time to check on your progress and to see your skill level. They always do that mind you, I expect you may want to do the same." Nightshade looked at the female and smiled, "This'll be fun. I get to fight and be entertained... quite the combo." The commander waved his hand for him to silence, "The command center already has you on its censors. Admittedly its why those drones followed you. No bugs or anything messy like that, they simply IDed your energy signature so our CC could know where you were." A drone appeared behind the female Nightshade and handed her a small device, "Place this on your collar please, it will allow you and the Greyknights to coordinate on the field." The commander nodded, "You don't need to take it if you don't feel you have to but it would make us a little more comfortable. And if I may be so blunt, your brother seems to have a bit of a vendetta against these things... will he be alright?"

Nightshade took the device, unpleasantly reminded of the little ornaments and jewelry she had been forced to wear in the Hutt Jorga's dungeons...but that had no bearing on now. She slipped the thing inside of her hood, sliding it smoothly to clip onto a piece of the velvet-soft cloth. Looks, and in this case, feel, was deceiving: The cloak she and Silvertooth wore was actually nanobot technology, devilishly disguised and lightweight, but incredibly strong and flexible nonetheless.
"And if I may be so blunt, your brother seems to have a bit of a vendetta against these things... will he be alright?"
"We both have our old wounds from the past...he is not as good as concealing and purging his anger and hurt as I. He will be fine, though: It is the enemy that needs to be worrying." The bekko allowed a slight smile.

"I see. Very well then." The commander nodded and the drone walked away. Nightshade took a long stare at the female, his eyes were blank white but everyone could tell where his gaze was. The Leanorian priestess looked over at the female, "May the divine be with you sister." Nightshade looked at the Leanorian before concentrating again on the demonhunter. "I'm gonna go talk to Red real quick. Be back in a few." With that he vanished leaves only a small cloud of dust behind.

Omnicron moved to the bekko, and, in confidence whispered, "I recognize both your kind and the Greywatch elites from somewhere, I know it, but I cannot remember from where. As high ranking members of your society, do you have any information pertaining to Belkaros, a Mr.O in particular? Something that would involve a black-ops team, I suspect, but cannot be sure."
With his usual composure returned, he spoke to the gathered leaders,"The Belkans have no fear of the psionic powers of Chaos, as our forces are psionically null, so we will do our best to destroy their psychers."

Nightshade returned the long stare of her counterpart without expression, yellow eyes a void.
"May the divine be with you sister."
"And with you," Nightshade replied evenly, giving a tiny bow.
"I recognize both your kind and the Greywatch elites from somewhere, I know it, but I cannot remember from where. As high ranking members of your society, do you have any information pertaining to Belkaros, a Mr.O in particular?"
You may recognize our ilk, said a voice in the Omnicron's head, but so far as Silvertooth and I are aware our specific species is unique and alone in the multi verse, even among those identical to the sire and dam who birthed us. As to Mr. O, the voice continued, we may have information pertaining to him. Name your cost.

"I know not what you require." whispered Omnicron. "But I will pay whatever you ask, within reason. I am a creature of increasing influance in Belkaros, and I know that our two nations are colonizing the same general area of space. I could see to it that Belkaros becomes a partner of your nation, or at least a neutral force. I can also promise you personal wealth, to a point."

The soldiers began to talk among one another, "What the hell is he going on about?" "What's h mean?" "What's with the girl?" "What're they talking about?" "Wait, are they friends?" "I think he said he'd seen the Greyknights before." "You'd think they'd be a little more secretive." "Is that girl psychic, she doesn't say anything." "Idiot, they couldn't know the Greyknights..." The commander raised his hand to call for silence. "You'll have to pardon my soldiers but that had better ears than you think. Or rather, their armor very much increases their hear capabilities..." He crossed his arms, "Is there something we should know?"

"Forgive my secrecy, Commander," said Omnicron, adressing the Greywatch commander, "This is something of a personal vendetta. You see, I am trying to hunt down any and all information related to one of my kind, an Alpha Centurion known as Mr.O."

"And this vendetta... involves one of my men?" Said the commander, all the soldiers stood quiet. Nightshade appeared behind the commander, "What'd I miss?"

Aloud Nightshade spoke to the Greywatch Commander. "Rest assured, you and your men are not a part of our discussion. As my counterpart said, forgive us: Secrecy is required in this matter." She smiled. In fact, Mr. O and Redemption had a little...history, but there was no need for anyone except maybe the Omnicron to know that.
The voice spoke once more in the Omnicron's mind, seeming to move quicker now.
Personal wealth holds no meaning to me. Do what is in your power to make sure Xiscapia and Belkaros do not come to blows. Trade would also be favorable. The Intergalactic Greal Empire and the Kitsune Empire share a troubled past, and their proximity to each other there may incite...unneighbourly behavior. Peace in that sector is vital, least it all blow up in the colonizer's faces. If we can have time in private, I shall tell you what I know of Mr. O.
OOC: G'night all.

"It may. I have information linking Redemption to Mr.O in some way." said Omnicron, looking warily at the Greyknight.

Nightshade frowned, and then looked over at Red who was talking amongst his group. "In that case I'll be bringing this to his attention." Nightshade walked away, the commander did nothing to stop him, "Soldiers, move out! We are to do a sweep of the treeline and make sure there are no suprise forces." It was a bullshit excuse but it would have to do for now. Nightshade grabbed Red from the others, "Excuse me, we have to talk. Sorry." The others did noting as Nightshade dragged him away, they stopped when they were not in earshot of anyone, "Red, we've got a problem. Big man over there says he knows you from somewhere. Something to do with a 'Mr.O' character." Red looked blankly as he thought, "I got nothing." Nightshade glared at him, "The incident when you dissapeared. Could it be linked to that?" Redemption thought long and hard, "Still nothing, I was out for awhile. Apparently one of my skills went off on its own." Nightshade rolled his eyes, "Think, I have a bad feeling about this. Mainly the girl, she knows something and I want to know what it is. This could become very bad very quickly." Redemption's eyes widened as flickers of memory came back, "Dammit, now I remember something. Mr.O, the name is something I remember but not much more." Nightshade bit his lip, "We need Shadow here ASAP. We may have to wait though. And that girl... Red, she's psychic, I can tell. My cryptic energies keep rubbing with whatever power she's using." Red nodded, both men chanted, "Let those memories that should not be seen be hidden. Let the mind close. Mental Lock, Information restriction on rank five." When they stopped they nodded and parted again. The mental lock would keep all their thoughts in and all others out, one of the many Greyknight abilities.

Nightshade did not so much as glance at the Greyknights, looking at the Omnicron. There is not much time. If you wish to know what you seek, I must tell you in private, the information is too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands.

"Follow me, Xiscapian." said Omnicron. He led the bekko to one of the landing craft, past ranks of preparing troops who issued sharp salutes, and quivering crewmen who shrank away at the behemoth's approach. He stopped before a pair of doors slightly different from the others, and entered a sequence into a nearby keypad. The doors hissed open, revealing a dark room, which illuminated more as the two entered Omnicron's private quarters.

The room was simple, sterile, and metallic, seemingly void of all creature comforts, save a table and chair set, desk with high backed chair, and a bed. Decorations were almost equally sparse, with little more than an ornate chessboard, a battle-torn Belkan flag, a collection of disks, documents and drives on the desk, a suit of heavily damaged armor and a few sealed trunks to suggest that this room was not empty. Omnicron offered the smaller, padded chair to his guest and took the larger metallic one for himself. He pushed a button on the table and a wall slid open, revealing an untouched liquor cabinet, and offered his guest a drink. Finally, he removed his helmet, placing it on a stand nearby, got a drink of what looked like blue motor oil for himself from another cabinet, and sat down.
"This is the most secure location I can think of," he said, readying a recorder, "Please, tell me of Mr. O."

Nightshade watched as the two secretive figures walked away. Hmmm. Drones could most likely breach all that security... dammit no. Too risky for my tastes. I guess I'll just have to wait and see where it goes from here. "Let it go Nightshade." Said the commander, "We have to wait and see. I very much doubt it'll be any use to have a conflict over this right now before the battle has even started." Nightshade looked back and nodded, "Yessir." He was frowning, Redemption was already back with his group and they were chatting as if nothing had happened. Maybe I'm paranoid, or maybe I'll just have to be ready to turn on these guys the moment we're done with killing these demons. Nightshade walked up to a group of Drones who bowed to him as they saw him approach, "I want you all to issue a secret command amoung all other drones here. Reay this message, the Belkan forces and the demon hunters are to be treated as nuetral-bound allies for this mission. Don't risk anything for them unless it is necissary. The female in particular is a concern, I fear she is trying to start a conflict between us and the Belkan forces." The drone bowed, "This is not tolerable, the message will be passed on." They disappeared, Make it so.

"Please, tell me of Mr. O."
Nightshade politely refused the drink, settling into the chair and clasping her furred hands in front of her, spending a moment recalling what she knew. "Our first known recording of this Mr. O character came on an unnamed planet outside of this galaxy, well into the next one. The world had only been sparsely colonized by humans, and at that time a nation called Mu Cephei was engaged in a conflict there with creatures of an insect nature. Two kitsune mercenaries, along with several others who had crash-landed or somehow found themselves to be there, befriended the Mu Cephei troops stationed there and assisted in combat. This included the Greyknight Redemption. A convoy had been heading to a communications station when Mr. O made his first appearance from the forest, wounding one of the Xiscapians before vanishing once more. The insects then attacked, a large swarm of them, and the convoy was forced to do battle.

A short time later he returned and apologized, folding himself into the convoy. A Calaverian, a race of xenopohobic humans, attempted to attack him, but Mr. O effectively paralyzed the man by smashing him, putting him into a coma, and took him prisoner. We believe he may have had information Mr. O needed, but it could have also been due to the kitsune mercenary wanting him alive. Whatever his intent, Mr. O inserted the Calaverian with a sample of his own blood, perhaps as an experiment to see what his own "Centurion" blood did to a normal being. The injection was filled with nanobots, which began to mend the Calaverian's wounds. However, the Mu Cephei evacuated their troops due to the increasing tide of insects, and destroyed the planet.

Despite this, some sort of paranormal occurrence happened seconds before the H-bomb detonated, and the group was transported to a planet inside this galaxy. The exact location of the world has yet to be pinpointed. They emerged in a industrial plant, where apparently those inside, again humans, had all been slaughtered by some mysterious force. There they were attacked multiple times by creatures of unknown origin before locating cargo ships on the roof of the plant. Only, so far as we know, the kitsune mercenaries managed to escape, as the rest of the group was killed by Mr. O or disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Redemption, obviously, survived, but Mr. O's whereabouts are unknown."

Nightshade finished the narrative, cool eyes focused on the Omnicron. "Intelligence reports Mr. O to be eight feet tall, humanoid, gray in color, immensely strong and heavily armed. Intelligence does not recognize the equipment he used during this time, but tentatively describes him as having some sort of affiliation with a organization, nation or society somewhere. His killings are not the work of a random murderer, they are extremely well planned and executed as though he was following orders from a superior. Investigations are not currently being conducted, given he harmed no Xiscapian citizens or that of their allies. If there's is any additional information you require, say so. I can have a copy of the report as experienced by the mercenaries in your hands in less time than it takes to say so."

Omnicron sat back in the chair, thinking. He ran a finger along the scar on his bald head from the removal of the behavorial control chips. It was the events on this far flung world that had earned him his freedom, and now he knew the truth.
"I thank you for the knowledge, and I would like a copy of this report for my own files, if it is not too much to ask. I have heard that a diplomat has already made contact with your people. I will tell you this as well. Mr.O was a Belkan Centurion, as I am and as many of my troops are. His interactions with the kitsune on those worlds is what ended the Belkan apartied of anthromorphic xenos. I think we should return now, as I feel Greywatch may not trust us."

The soldiers were ready, everything was ready. Nightshade still had a bad feeling about the meeting, If we're supposed to be allies they wouldn't hide information from us like that. Espeically about our own damn people! The ground exploded beneath him as several blades of wind sliced the grass, he clutched one of his swords. Dammit, I will know what is going on here. I will!

Nightshade reached inside her cloak and pulled forth a thick, fat sheath of papers encased in a folder marked INTELLIGENCE REPORT and slide it over the table with a single finger. "That is a eyewitness account by one of the mercenaries, including all information we have on Mr. O." She looked seriously at him. "While I am glad this prompted new openness from the Belkans, I must warn you of Redemption. While in the industrial facility he challenged anyone to kill him, knowing himself a "Self-ressurectionalist", as he put it. Mr. O subsequently ripped him apart, but Redemption survived. I do not believe the man in that report, though of identical name and description, is the same as the Greyknight out there." She stood, pushing in her chair, hands still on the desk. "Upon this transaction this was declassified from "Secret" to "Restricted" data by Intelligence. Where you go with that file, who you tell, and what you do with the information is up to you."

OOC: I command this thread to LIVE!
Belkaros! Post! For the sake of the imaginary war against warhammer! Or at least one of its races. :D

OOC- I'm waiting for Chaos at this point...

OOC: Ah, but hell, at least you posted :D

ooc: sounds good :D

OOC: Oh okay, I'm bored so... how's it going Xis and Belkan? And Al if their on...

Timewarp again!

OOC: The OP told me he's got the end of the RPG planned out, so we just need him to post, really.

Checking for a pulse... WE'RE LOOSING HER!!

OOC: Where are you OP? Your presence is greatly needed here so this may be finished! Somebody please TG him.

OOC: Something I've been wondering for awhile... I thing I have sent him a TG... like more than a few weeks ago.