VashSora1297 said
I'm still shipping Ana/Zuzen.
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GravityFlux said
You know, I need some help with another post
I'd just post something simple about shooting a fucker in the back and taking his mints.
On the other hand, you could follow Ana outside and spy on her conversation with douchey McGee or something. Not many things you can do, really.
Name: Anna Cassius
Appearance:
Skills: Anna is a damn good sharpshooter, likely one of the best snipers in the Inquisition. It also helps that she has a psyber raven to scout out targets for her, and a mechanical eye to help with aiming. In addition, the Pariah gene is present in her, causing her to be one of the most feared Inquisitors known to the chaos cults.
Background: The simple woman known as Anna was born on a large hive world, living in the lower levels of the world for much of her childhood. From birth, it could be told that she was different from the others, from the countless humans infesting the planet. Something about the sleeping babe felt off to the pair of parents, but neither were willing to act on the strange feelings they felt from just being around her.
Growing up, her life was mostly normal, though she had few friends. Many simply referred to her as "that creepy girl." Hnestly, though, it never bothered her. In fact, it felt empowering. People feared her, just from standing around, not even having to look in their direction to make them uneasy.
By the time she was fourteen, Anna was capitalizing on this little trait. She was a common thug and mugger, collecting what she called "tax" from anyone who happened to go down the wrong path. A knife to the throat, a creepy look, and she'd have money for food for the day. It was a good life, one she would have been able to capitalize on for ther rest of her life if it hadn't all gone wrong.
There had rumors for months in the various taverns and bars about the rise of heretics and cultists on the planet, but Anna had ignored it, for the most part. This trend of not giving a shit ended when she broke into a home, only to find a bunch of cultists saying the incantations to bind a daemon to a host. And, unfortunately for them, a door kicked open and an angry shout for all their money was enough for them to fuck up and kill the would-be host. Three of them left, Anna did the only logical thing: She held up her knife and told them to surrender all valuables before she turned them in to the Inquisition, who was also rumored to be on the planet.
The cultists, all unarmed, did what cultists do. Two charged her, while the third hung back. The scrawny, robed little men were cut down with relative ease, fanatical bastards swinging wildly at her and leaving wide openings. The third, however, was back in a corner, cowering. She was a little weirded out by it, but pressed on towards him. He screamed at her and babbled something about not being able to feel the warp anymore. She was practically on top of him when a bullet zoomed in from the doorway and splattered his brains across the wall.
When she turned, there was a group of three Inquisitors glaring at her. She merely shrugged, and dropped the knife. They brought her in for questioning, one of the three remaining a great distance from her the entire trip up the hive. After a brief session, it was determined that she was a blank, and that she had stopped a sorcerer from gaining influence on a hive planet. But, rather than give her to the Assassinorum - she was too old to get the full extent of the training regardless - the Inquisition took her in to be one of their greatest weapons against daemonkind.
The man assigned to teach her was a member of the Ordo Malleus, ones their veterans. While he was not initially capable of handling the null that she gave off, he eventually got used to being cut off from the Warp, at least until their training was done for the day. It was quickly determined that she was a damn good shot, but that her eye was damaged from a previous incident, and so she would not be up to snuff when coming right down to it. So, the only logical course of action was taken: The Inquisition had her right eye replaced by a mechanical one. On the bright side, it at least looked cool.
Her training complete, she was sent out on her first mission alone, attached to a group of space marines and sent out to kill a chaos cult rumored to be springing up on one of the feral worlds. Anna was one of the first to hit planet side, and instantly they were under fire from cultists. With some liberal fire from a Hellgun and some backup from the bolsters of the marines with her, they were easily taken out.
The group consisted of Anna and a mere fifty marines to clear out the cultists. Thirty tactical marines, ten devastators, and ten assault marines. Anna had requested more, but the junior member of the Malleus was all but ignored, denied the additional support. Greatly displeased, she and the appointed commander of the marines lead their group on a blazing trail across the feral world, leaving a trail of cultists behind them. Anna felt like they were findings them all to easy, and warned the marines that it might be a trap.
Ignored and distrusted, Anna was nearly left behind as the marines pushed forward towards what they hoped was the same of operations. What they found was a mass of daemons and hosts. The mariners fought bravely, and several died in the process to the daemons and the sorcerer that commanded them. In the end, they were ready to retreat, over half their number dead, when out of the jungle ran Anna, Hellgun in hand, and charged head first into the daemon line.
Mass pandemonium struck, as the blank went through, invisible to the daemons and immune to the psychic powers of the sorcerer, tearing through their lines. Reinvigorated, the marines leapt back into the fray with gusto, tearing into the confused daemons with renewed vigor. With that one added element, nothing could stop the turn of the battle, as Anna brought the psyker to his knees and executed him. In a few more minutes, the rest of the daemons were exterminated, and only ten of the fifty marines remained alive. Anna returned the Inquisition with praise showering in from the chapter.
After that, she was put in as an Interrogator, most of the time going out to aid the Ordo Hereticus on their purges when there was thought to be a high risk of daemonic presence or possession. However, as time went on, she felt more and more detached from the threat that daemons posed. They could not harm her, could not even see her. She felt the need to learn more about them. So, she began to watch, listen, observe her fellow Inquisitors. And that is how she found the Radical.
The man was sneaking around the current base she was assigned to. Feeling just a little suspicious, she followed him as stealthily as she could, and eventually was lead into a deep section of the dungeon. The cells were in a good state, but it was obvious from the dust that they hadn't seen use in years. In the very last one, the Inquisitor knelt, a chained up body covered in painted wards and incantations knelt across from him. The floor was covered in arcane runes, reminiscent of the ones on the floor she had witnessed years before. He was about to start, when she tapped on one of the bars to gain his attention. After a tense stare-down with pistols aimed at each other, she agreed to standby as a sort of insurance - if anything went wrong, she could deal with the host easily enough, whereas he might have been hardpressed to do so.
The possession went off without a hitch. And the daemon was rather compliant, what with the invisible monster bearing down on it. The information that it was willing to give up was quite interesting, but overall useless. In the end, she executed the possessed, forcing the daemon back to the warp. The process was quite intriguing, and so Anna implored him to do it more. And so, every so often, the pair would go into the basement with a new specimen, and he would force a daemon to possess it. During it all, she was most entertained by the times they forced daemonettes into the poor mortal.
However, all good things must come to an end. While Anna was out on a mission with some of the Sisters of Battle, the Inquisitor was caught and executed. When she returned, she was the first to find out - and the first to be interrogated, as she was known to associate with him often. However, a stranger - an Inquisitor that she had only heard of, but never spoken to - covered for her. It was later that she was transferred to his retinue, supposedly by his request. After a brief questioning and a lack of answers, she met up with him, however reluctantly, and has been by his side since.
Appearance:
Skills: Anna is a damn good sharpshooter, likely one of the best snipers in the Inquisition. It also helps that she has a psyber raven to scout out targets for her, and a mechanical eye to help with aiming. In addition, the Pariah gene is present in her, causing her to be one of the most feared Inquisitors known to the chaos cults.
Background: The simple woman known as Anna was born on a large hive world, living in the lower levels of the world for much of her childhood. From birth, it could be told that she was different from the others, from the countless humans infesting the planet. Something about the sleeping babe felt off to the pair of parents, but neither were willing to act on the strange feelings they felt from just being around her.
Growing up, her life was mostly normal, though she had few friends. Many simply referred to her as "that creepy girl." Hnestly, though, it never bothered her. In fact, it felt empowering. People feared her, just from standing around, not even having to look in their direction to make them uneasy.
By the time she was fourteen, Anna was capitalizing on this little trait. She was a common thug and mugger, collecting what she called "tax" from anyone who happened to go down the wrong path. A knife to the throat, a creepy look, and she'd have money for food for the day. It was a good life, one she would have been able to capitalize on for ther rest of her life if it hadn't all gone wrong.
There had rumors for months in the various taverns and bars about the rise of heretics and cultists on the planet, but Anna had ignored it, for the most part. This trend of not giving a shit ended when she broke into a home, only to find a bunch of cultists saying the incantations to bind a daemon to a host. And, unfortunately for them, a door kicked open and an angry shout for all their money was enough for them to fuck up and kill the would-be host. Three of them left, Anna did the only logical thing: She held up her knife and told them to surrender all valuables before she turned them in to the Inquisition, who was also rumored to be on the planet.
The cultists, all unarmed, did what cultists do. Two charged her, while the third hung back. The scrawny, robed little men were cut down with relative ease, fanatical bastards swinging wildly at her and leaving wide openings. The third, however, was back in a corner, cowering. She was a little weirded out by it, but pressed on towards him. He screamed at her and babbled something about not being able to feel the warp anymore. She was practically on top of him when a bullet zoomed in from the doorway and splattered his brains across the wall.
When she turned, there was a group of three Inquisitors glaring at her. She merely shrugged, and dropped the knife. They brought her in for questioning, one of the three remaining a great distance from her the entire trip up the hive. After a brief session, it was determined that she was a blank, and that she had stopped a sorcerer from gaining influence on a hive planet. But, rather than give her to the Assassinorum - she was too old to get the full extent of the training regardless - the Inquisition took her in to be one of their greatest weapons against daemonkind.
The man assigned to teach her was a member of the Ordo Malleus, ones their veterans. While he was not initially capable of handling the null that she gave off, he eventually got used to being cut off from the Warp, at least until their training was done for the day. It was quickly determined that she was a damn good shot, but that her eye was damaged from a previous incident, and so she would not be up to snuff when coming right down to it. So, the only logical course of action was taken: The Inquisition had her right eye replaced by a mechanical one. On the bright side, it at least looked cool.
Her training complete, she was sent out on her first mission alone, attached to a group of space marines and sent out to kill a chaos cult rumored to be springing up on one of the feral worlds. Anna was one of the first to hit planet side, and instantly they were under fire from cultists. With some liberal fire from a Hellgun and some backup from the bolsters of the marines with her, they were easily taken out.
The group consisted of Anna and a mere fifty marines to clear out the cultists. Thirty tactical marines, ten devastators, and ten assault marines. Anna had requested more, but the junior member of the Malleus was all but ignored, denied the additional support. Greatly displeased, she and the appointed commander of the marines lead their group on a blazing trail across the feral world, leaving a trail of cultists behind them. Anna felt like they were findings them all to easy, and warned the marines that it might be a trap.
Ignored and distrusted, Anna was nearly left behind as the marines pushed forward towards what they hoped was the same of operations. What they found was a mass of daemons and hosts. The mariners fought bravely, and several died in the process to the daemons and the sorcerer that commanded them. In the end, they were ready to retreat, over half their number dead, when out of the jungle ran Anna, Hellgun in hand, and charged head first into the daemon line.
Mass pandemonium struck, as the blank went through, invisible to the daemons and immune to the psychic powers of the sorcerer, tearing through their lines. Reinvigorated, the marines leapt back into the fray with gusto, tearing into the confused daemons with renewed vigor. With that one added element, nothing could stop the turn of the battle, as Anna brought the psyker to his knees and executed him. In a few more minutes, the rest of the daemons were exterminated, and only ten of the fifty marines remained alive. Anna returned the Inquisition with praise showering in from the chapter.
After that, she was put in as an Interrogator, most of the time going out to aid the Ordo Hereticus on their purges when there was thought to be a high risk of daemonic presence or possession. However, as time went on, she felt more and more detached from the threat that daemons posed. They could not harm her, could not even see her. She felt the need to learn more about them. So, she began to watch, listen, observe her fellow Inquisitors. And that is how she found the Radical.
The man was sneaking around the current base she was assigned to. Feeling just a little suspicious, she followed him as stealthily as she could, and eventually was lead into a deep section of the dungeon. The cells were in a good state, but it was obvious from the dust that they hadn't seen use in years. In the very last one, the Inquisitor knelt, a chained up body covered in painted wards and incantations knelt across from him. The floor was covered in arcane runes, reminiscent of the ones on the floor she had witnessed years before. He was about to start, when she tapped on one of the bars to gain his attention. After a tense stare-down with pistols aimed at each other, she agreed to standby as a sort of insurance - if anything went wrong, she could deal with the host easily enough, whereas he might have been hardpressed to do so.
The possession went off without a hitch. And the daemon was rather compliant, what with the invisible monster bearing down on it. The information that it was willing to give up was quite interesting, but overall useless. In the end, she executed the possessed, forcing the daemon back to the warp. The process was quite intriguing, and so Anna implored him to do it more. And so, every so often, the pair would go into the basement with a new specimen, and he would force a daemon to possess it. During it all, she was most entertained by the times they forced daemonettes into the poor mortal.
However, all good things must come to an end. While Anna was out on a mission with some of the Sisters of Battle, the Inquisitor was caught and executed. When she returned, she was the first to find out - and the first to be interrogated, as she was known to associate with him often. However, a stranger - an Inquisitor that she had only heard of, but never spoken to - covered for her. It was later that she was transferred to his retinue, supposedly by his request. After a brief questioning and a lack of answers, she met up with him, however reluctantly, and has been by his side since.
TheSovereignGrave said
The more Pyro posts, the more I feel like Ana and Zuzen are going to have a major conflict at some point in the future. XD
Tis a wonderful feeling, but I've got tricks up my multiple sleeves (Ana's wearing a dress shirt, jacket, and trench coat. Hope it's fucking cold on Norrux.)
He sent these guys to collect debt from a doctor. Not to round up a top assassin, a walking tank, and the myriad of other bullshit we've got on this team.
Ana and Arus stood around the corner, peering out as they could to get a look at the men who were holding up the good doctor and his nurse. Ana already had both of her pistols out, and Arus was holding her own. The half dead cigar was placed back between Ana's lips, the woman having long ago stopped caring about the smoking policies. Grey lines stretched up to the ceiling, pooling over as she kept her gaze steadied on the ugly beast trying to intimidate the doctor. Arus gently tapped her, and Ana glanced back toward her. The alien leaned in and whispered, "I'm going to cloak and get in the middle of them. Should surprise them if things to wrong and a bullet gets put through a skull." Ana merely nodded, and Arus was gone with a small hum as the cloaking device became active.
Arus - or, rather, Sura - inched her way in, being very careful of the Klomites and their damn good armor. She'd need to get a good shot on them. Though, their necks did seem to be rather exposed. That's where she'd put the gun. She grinned, and worked her way between them, slipping between their lines until she stood between three Klomites and the Animamity. Her breathing was steady, and her gun was already aimed at the Klomite closest to the Porkeian. As time ticked on, and the pig kept threatening the Doc, Sura could feel the violence coming in.
And she was right. As the doctor blew the brains from the Porkeian, and the nurse sliced open the throat of the Klomite to her right, a pistol shot rang through the clinic as a bullet whizzed out from thin air, going right through the Klomite's neck, leaving a gaping hole. A second later, the one neck to him fell, clutching a similarly large hole in his throat. By the time she turned, the Animamity had already bolted, the coward sprinting out the door, likely to inform Rectja if things went south. Unfortunately, Ana was hot on his tail. Activating the speed boost in her legs, she sprinted past with inhuman strength, gunning downa Klomite as she passed. Sura rolled her eyes, not really thinking the bastard was that important. But that wasn't important. There were still more to take care of. Sura got out of their midst, and moved to another side of the room. Then, she took aim...
Outside. Ana was still chasing down the Animamity. However, it only took a few seconds. She leapt and tackled him to the ground, pressing one of her pistols to his skull. He shouted as he hit the ground, and squirmed beneath her, even with the pistol at his head. Grunting, the cyborg stood up and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and drug him into a nearby alley. He was violently thrown into the wall, knocking the air out of him. Then the front of his shirt was grabbed, and he was thrust against the wall, once more the gun held to his face. This time, he settled down. She grinned, and pushed the gun into the holster within her jacket.
"Don't worry, you aren't gonna die," she assured him, letting him go. "Unless you run." He flinched as she said that, as if that was what he exactly meant to do. "But, on to business. I've got a message for Rectja." The man perked up at that. "You aren't getting shit from the doctor, but I can do you one more. Tell Mr. Tyrr that a representative of Cassius is on Norrux, and will meet him at the race." He nodded, and was prepared to leave. Before he could, the front of his shirt was grabbed and he was pulled onto he was nearly nose to nose with Ana. "But if I am denied access to Rectja, I'll hunt you down and make you wish you died today. Understood?" He nodded quickly, and she pushed him off. "Good. Now, get out of my sight." The man took off running down the alley, and she chuckled. She headed out of the alley herself, and leaned up against the wall of the building next to the clinic, not really feeling any incentive to go back in. They were probably just cleaning up anyways.
Ana took another drag of the cigar, and blew the smoke into the cool Norrux air. Soon, she'd be off this dump.
Arus - or, rather, Sura - inched her way in, being very careful of the Klomites and their damn good armor. She'd need to get a good shot on them. Though, their necks did seem to be rather exposed. That's where she'd put the gun. She grinned, and worked her way between them, slipping between their lines until she stood between three Klomites and the Animamity. Her breathing was steady, and her gun was already aimed at the Klomite closest to the Porkeian. As time ticked on, and the pig kept threatening the Doc, Sura could feel the violence coming in.
And she was right. As the doctor blew the brains from the Porkeian, and the nurse sliced open the throat of the Klomite to her right, a pistol shot rang through the clinic as a bullet whizzed out from thin air, going right through the Klomite's neck, leaving a gaping hole. A second later, the one neck to him fell, clutching a similarly large hole in his throat. By the time she turned, the Animamity had already bolted, the coward sprinting out the door, likely to inform Rectja if things went south. Unfortunately, Ana was hot on his tail. Activating the speed boost in her legs, she sprinted past with inhuman strength, gunning downa Klomite as she passed. Sura rolled her eyes, not really thinking the bastard was that important. But that wasn't important. There were still more to take care of. Sura got out of their midst, and moved to another side of the room. Then, she took aim...
Outside. Ana was still chasing down the Animamity. However, it only took a few seconds. She leapt and tackled him to the ground, pressing one of her pistols to his skull. He shouted as he hit the ground, and squirmed beneath her, even with the pistol at his head. Grunting, the cyborg stood up and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and drug him into a nearby alley. He was violently thrown into the wall, knocking the air out of him. Then the front of his shirt was grabbed, and he was thrust against the wall, once more the gun held to his face. This time, he settled down. She grinned, and pushed the gun into the holster within her jacket.
"Don't worry, you aren't gonna die," she assured him, letting him go. "Unless you run." He flinched as she said that, as if that was what he exactly meant to do. "But, on to business. I've got a message for Rectja." The man perked up at that. "You aren't getting shit from the doctor, but I can do you one more. Tell Mr. Tyrr that a representative of Cassius is on Norrux, and will meet him at the race." He nodded, and was prepared to leave. Before he could, the front of his shirt was grabbed and he was pulled onto he was nearly nose to nose with Ana. "But if I am denied access to Rectja, I'll hunt you down and make you wish you died today. Understood?" He nodded quickly, and she pushed him off. "Good. Now, get out of my sight." The man took off running down the alley, and she chuckled. She headed out of the alley herself, and leaned up against the wall of the building next to the clinic, not really feeling any incentive to go back in. They were probably just cleaning up anyways.
Ana took another drag of the cigar, and blew the smoke into the cool Norrux air. Soon, she'd be off this dump.
Let's see, Valentine and Nina took out two of the guards, Zuzen took out one, leaving nine for us to kill. And with my post, Sura killed two, Ana killed one, and Ana chased another out. Leaving five generics for the rest of you. Just making sure the numbers are correct here.
Sora1297 said
Ahem...You'll have to brutally murder Maarcuu to get to pilot that ship.
Captains don't pilot ships, silly. Well, usually.
Sora1297 said
Very true. Also, Pyro, what is the name of the GIF in your sig? That's hilarious.
I don't even know, it's just something I found in the comments section of FunnyJunk. Going to work on post now.
You didn't steal it. You liberated it.
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