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A Prized bride (The return)

Once this confrintation wicheck involves most of our players is over we will move on yes

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I'm still around

A Prized bride (The return)

@Ellion it's actually @RomanAria who I am now waiting on and potato

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

Unyielding in Resolve

Well, it seemed as if things were finally kicking off. As the garrison became aware of the presence of Legionaire's in their bunker they geared up. The scattered return fire from un-prepared abd terrified human soldiers was steadily replaced by a withering hail of growing fire from the intervening corridors. Troopes began to poor in, up on gantries and through the main halls guns blazing and formations ready. Officers attempted to bark orders as lasfire, autogun rounds and before Prodigal Son had silenced it a dangerous grenade launcher. The shrapnel had scythed thrrough the air in dealy arcs and if not for his armour and enhanced senses Kraeger would have been cut to ribbons.

He drifted in and out of the myriad cover in the cargo bay firing disciplined and conservative rounds into the growing number of humans. Their armour may have been fine against autoguns and maybe even las rounds but was no match for the thunderous cacophany of a bolter. Officers and special weapons teams fell gargling or their heads turned to sucking wounds or mist by the well aimed shots of the calm Iron Warrior. Honestly it was not until the heavy bolter auto turrets activated that Kraeger became worried. With these new threats he was forced to take more strong and static cover as the heavy bolters leveled their hail of death on the Astartes. Kraeger finally however had the respite to reload, a hidden blessing given by the heavy bolters. Placing his empty clip back in the webbing of his armour he jammed a fresh clip home just as Prodigal Son came up alongside him. One Warrior with armour of black shared cover with the steely gray armoured warrior and his veteran stripes.

Before Kraeger could make some morbid comment on their current situation Prodigal son... actually spoke. The Iron warrior at this point had long since assumed his 'Vow of Silence' was both self imposed and that his vocal chords were somehow damaged. Regardless, now was not the time for such musings as Prodigal son asked if he could do anything about the ammunition of the turrets. He cautiously peaked around the thick metal barrier he and Prodigal were squatted behind, risking a look at the ammunition feeders of the heavy weapons. They appeared to have a standard feeder system common in many fortresses. Rather than having individual ammunition clips or feeds all had a similar belt leading up into the ceiling they preotruded from.

If Kraeger had to guess they all shared an ammo pool to allow them to fire virtually indefinitely. The Iron warrior smirked beneath his helm as he spoke.

"Indeed I do Prodigal, They seem to have- well, just watch."

He clicked open the insulated holster of his plasma pistol. The rare variant was substantially larger than regular plasma pistols, made to increase damage at the cost of ammo and safety. For this situation it was perfect. He carefully aimed the heavy pistol at one of the belts, firing off a single max charged shot. The thick green bolt sizzled and whined through the air until smashing home into the middle of the belt feeder. Normally, bolter ammunition was well shielded from heat to avoid the explosive warheads going off prematurely. But, the extraordinary heat of the plasma over came such shielding, as the belt-feeders ignited in a cacophony of fire and sound that seemed to drown out much else. Once it was ended the turrets quickly fell silent.

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

Working on my post right now

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

Shits kinda silly. If I don't post tomorrow uh... I dunno I'll... stab something? Look I'll post Ttomorrow

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

sry for not posting. been busy. will post tomorrow

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May 22nd, 2018 - Day Zero...

Allan's home
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The shooting had started about half an hour ago. The sporadic gunfire hadbeen wht woke Allan up, but the increasingly less sporadic and more constant nature the gunfire took was what kept him awake. He had long since given up on calling the police, the lines were all busy with other people trying to do the same. He had laost power not too long ago and was packing his suitcase with a flashlight. As he rumaged through his rooom he listened to his emergency radio on full blast, the only way he could currently get any news. It kept talking about... walking corpses crossing the border and attacking anyone who got too close and eating them. It sounded like something out of a horror movie, the dead risen up to devour the living?!

He came upon the only gun he owned, the 9mm pistol sat in a locked box on one of his shelves, a piece he had aquired a few years back... he never thought he might actually need it. He carefully unlocked the box and loaded the gun with one of its two clips and made sure its safety was on. He had only shot it once or twice at a range... well hopefully he wouldn't need it. The radio kept blaring, and suggested the authorities had set up some sort of safe zone around the CN tower. Sounded as good a place as any to go, and the radio suggested that or too board up your homes... Allan would taake his chances with the CN tower. He picked up his suitcase, about a weeks worth of clothes in it, his compact pistol in his pocket, and went out the door.

The streets were a mess as he made his way towards the tower. Gunshots continued to ring out louder and louder as people broke into stores and stole anything that wasn't nailed down. Once or twice Allan was unlucky enough to witness a moving corpse take down another human being screaming... he couldn't stop moving to help them. As he ran or jogged intemittently he kept trying to call his collegues... no one picked up. The phone lines were surely too busy he thought, hoping he may see some of them at the tower. He thought about the students and parents of the school... soo many people lived in Toronto and everything was going to hell.

He was broken from his thoughts by a terrifying growl. He turned to see what looked like aa disheveled man shambling towards him. In the dark dawn light his torn and ruined khaki suit was smeared with blood and other substances. He shambled slack jawed towards the much larger Allan, who backed away in fear.

"N-now stop! Stop I'm telling you! D-don't make me use this!"

He pulled his gun from his pocket, his hand shaking far too much around the cold steel. The man did not stop, he continued shambling towards Allan. Allan hurriedly clicked the safety off before again threatening the approaching man.

"S-stop damn you! Th-this is insane!"

It was then the unliving creatuure lunged at him. Allan panicked and closed his eyes as he sqeezed the trigger on the 9mm. Luckily for Allan, the creatures lunge brought its head into the bullets path. The round smashed into the front of its skull just above its right eye. The shot had been angled down and to the right, so tore out a wound at the base of its neck on exit. The creature twisted and tumbled, its eviscerated gray matter no longer able to support its movement or balance. It smashed into the pavement as fluid leaked from its wounds. Allan opened his eyes to this scene, and began hypperventilating. Had he just shot someone? Was that one of the walking corpses? It had to be... Yea, that was it. Slowly Allan clicked back the safety and placed the gun into his pocket... before throwing up all over the pavement. He quickly collected himself and carried on towards the tower... he never wanted to do anything like that ever again.

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@ChaoticFox Never been so happy to see the world end! I'll post up by tonight

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

I'll be posting tonight