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Chapter one: escape
You slowly awaken hanging from the innards of what seems to be a Tyranid organism, the room is pretty vast and there is several entrances to it with round shaped corridors. Your all covered in a green goo which has turned stiff and impossible to break, some sort of Tyranid psychic power is keeping many of your mechanical parts de powered all thought some are still operational. You see various comrades from your ships hanging besides you, the lectors sucking the brains out of the higher ranked officers first, when it is about time for them to start feasting on the lower crew members the room shakes violently as a boarding torpedo from a imperial ship just shot trough the hive ships living walls, imperial soldiers storms out from it shooting at the lictors and surroundings distracting them from the job at hand, the Tyranid ship quickly starts dissolving the boarding torpedo but the crew has time to free you. As they free the last one of you giving the loyalists (except the ogre) a las pistol from their belt and telling you to put up a fight. The commissar barks out orders as the tyranids start swarming from two of the four corridors.
(oogm: boarding a tyranid ship, lol, id like to see the volunteers on that imp. ship that said
ok lol. poor brave saps! also, do we assume the non imperials found some way else to be freed?)
Riovanes was trying to maintain his machine like calm since he had awoken in this hell.
Even his servo arm couldn't free him from his prison, and he was not even sure it would be worth calling attention to himself. Then the boarding torpedo hit. Praise the Emperor!
He thanks his divine Omnissiah as he greatfully accepts the laspistol, and though it seems futile, he exhorts the brave assaulters and turns the small firearm in desperation into
the oncoming horde of weak flesh.
In most cirquemstances, Lai would have ignored the ugly mon-keigh and their useless help but here in the bowels of such a beast that would be pointless. Lai balled his hands into fists as he saw the oncoming enemy. Without heed for the safety of the motley assortment of mon-keigh around the room, Lai leapt forward into a gracefull spin that quickly turned into a summersault landing Lai right in the middle of oncoming horde of monsters. The speed of a harlequin with shimmering blade-like arms vs hundreds of razor tipped appendages and mouths.
(OOC: Ooh fun, I get to bend physics around while appearing to be a blur of shattered colours. That and I'm not even god modding or powergaming... Well I am technically a loyalist in that I won't help chaos when I can and getting out of here would have me helping everyone else. The only thing that marks as not a loyalist, by your idea so far, is that Lai is an alien. Oh and solitares have three wounds, but are not leaders, so another loophole.)
Last edited by darkreever; June 24th, 2006 at 00:29.
Kargin slowely awoke his enhanced smell already telling that he wass in hell.He tried to break free but his bonds didnt move abit it was even immune to his acid.He let out a howl of fury just as the wall imploded inwards and Guardsmen stormed the room. Once he was free he gave a sly smile and charged the nearest nid he could see while screaming " Agi hgaz Leman Russ"
( OK his a hot headed wolf man!:ninja: )
(oogm: you didnt get the pistol reever, only loyalists did i believe.)
OOC: who said you got a gun reever? only the loyalists got one any one else (chaos, eldar) doesnt get one why? cause im evil oh yeah just a note, since im evil dont think youll survive long in the hordes of tyranids.. just telling you that theres about no limit to these guys and none of you guys got more then one wound(another reason for no leaders)
IC: the commisar barked at his men ''aim for the heads men! delta squad! go on with the mission me and alpha squad will hold them ad long as possible and lets just pray to the emperor thats long enough for you to get the mission done!'' not waiting for a reply he started shooting his bolt gun into the hordes of tyranid monstrosities comming against them while half the imperial guards started running towards the corridors not being floded, four of them carrying a large tank.
Getting to his feet groggily, Cuchulainn looked about him '****, what's going on here?' he thought, 'I kicked the obscura habit long ago'...
hearing the cries to aim at the head of the 'nids Cuchulainn looked at his laspistol, and at a guardsman at the back of the lines...looking a little too green and a little too frightened for this situation 'I could use this ****ty little laspistol, or get a lasgun...'
Having made his decision, Cuchulainn walked up behind the guardsman..."sorry mate" he whispered, before pistol whipping the guardsman in the base of the neck.
(OOC: If this works, I get myself a real torch :nod
Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.
[OOC guys lets disable our signatures for this thread]
[IC]Araziel was the first to get to his feet as the boarders stormed the digestion chamber. A veteren sergeant of the Dark Angels and a member of the Deathwing to boot, he was not about to give up to seemingly unsurmountable odds. He was versatile with all kinds of lasweapons and a simple M.40 laspistol was one of the first weapons he has fired in his life.
He started his killing spree by emptying the entire ten rounds of the clip into the brains of a Lictor. The creature flopped to the floor and spewed green matter all over the organic floor, now slick with the blood of both humans and tyranids.
"I need more ammo!" He called to a nearby private. More tyranids, now different kinds, entered the chamber. A hormagaunt slammed into his gut knocking the wind out of him. He grabbed its snarling head and kicked the torso, which resulted in its head being torn off.
The private fumbled him 3 more power packs for his bolt pistol and began to fire his lasgun. Araziel looked around. Carnage ensued all around him. A bluring flash of light and blades sped by, hacking gaunts apart with ease. He wondered what this creature was but continued to fire his laspistol.
The floor began to pile with the bodies of the aliens as some larger organisms began to enter the room. Araziel mourned for a chainsword and prayed that he would get better weapons before things got really ugly...
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Thud slowly came to, and looked up upon the scene of chaos that ensued in the room. He had obviously been freed from his bonds, and he now lay on the sticky, squishy floor, awakening groggily. He stood up, leaning on a pulsating wall of flesh for balance, and looked back down to where he had just gotten up from, to find he had actually been laying on a small tyranid- he must have squashed it when he slipped free of his restraints.
He looked around, and noticed all the guardsmen fighting of the swarm of tyranids. "Dey haz kom to save uz!" he yelled in delight, and grabbed the nearest guardsman in a bear-hug to thank him personally. By the time Thud put him down, he noticed that the guardsman was unconsciouss, most likey due to Thud's poor personal hygeine(sp). He shrugged, and helped himself to the K.O'ed guardsman's lasgun, and his helmet.
Thud shoved the clearly far too small helmet on his head, and attempted to do up the chin-strap. It snapped in the attempt. Once again he shrugged, and aimed the lasgun at a charging hormagaunt, letting out a war-cry that could be heard even over the loudest weapons fire in the room. He let loose, jamming his finger back on the trigger, only to find the trigger snap off as he does so.
He screamed in dismay, but the first thing an Ogryn learns is to improvise, so he grabs the lasgun with one hand on the barrel, and the other on the neck of the gun, and charges at the hormagaunt, meeting it in mid-air with a powerful baseball strike with his new-found club. It thumps it squarely in it's chest, and the hormagaunt goes flying nearly ten feet across the room,and slams into a wall, splattering it's guts all over the wall.
Rassius was only vaguely aware of his own conciousness and just started to come out of a stupor when all hell broke loose around him. Amidst a flurry of movement and shouting the warm green haze that had encompassed him was stripped away,leaving him free to fall to the floor in a heap. He lay on the floor in a fetal position for just a moment, coughing and sputtering some vile green liquid that had somehow managed to work his way into his throat. It was a wrecthed painful ordeal, not unlike that time he drank a bad bacth of Catachan Fireplant juice and damn near puked up his intestines. After what seemed like minutes of painful twitching and wretching in a puddle of filth on the hot,pulsing floor, Rassius was yanked to his feet by a rather displeased Commisar and had a laspistol shoved into his hands. Rassius, still overcomming the fog that swirled around his head,merely stared at the gun for a moment before the voice of one of the guardsmen became clear through the dull roar of shouting and weapons fire "Shoot the bastards!" In an instant the world around him became clear, and he was once again aware of his situation. The Tyranids, the battle, the memory of everything leading to this moment came flooding back into his mind and he knew now the hell he had awoken to. His eyes narrowed as he nodded his head and flipped the pistol around in his hand. Everything was clear now and he knew that it was time to kill. On instinct he joined the battle,his arm moving to level the pistol on the nearest xenos filth and targeting systems of his artificial eye instantly homing in on the wretched beasts vital points. He fired again and again, and the alien fell, smoking holes appearing in the middle of it's forehead and leaking a foul ichor onto the already wet floor.So intent was he on slaughtering the vile abominations that he noticed nothing but the beasts that charged towards him from all directions and the burning hatred that drove him to butcher them and all of thier kind.
Last edited by Edicius; June 24th, 2006 at 07:38.