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Combat is all over and done with for the time being.
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The Kroot attacking brother Bacara are merciless in their attacking of the battle brother, both lashed out with the crude bladed edges of their primitive firearms. Their attacks did little more than scratch the armour of the battle brother however, though in the attempt one of the Xenos fumbled and managed to fall upon the brother space marine with a most undignified squawking sound as it tumbled atop the space marine. The Kroot lashes out with its powerfully muscled form, though these attacks are even less effect as the punches and scratches do little more than make the Xenos look like a feeble imbecile.
However, something seems to draw the attention of the Xenos, your own super human hearing soon hears what the avian aliens are hearing: the sounds of those same mountain-borne orbital defence weapons whirring into life and beginning to fire immense, earth-shaking salvos of fire. You can see now, that the immense guns bear the markings of the Sa'cea sept. You all instantly recognise the blue hue which is augmented with orange accents, though perhaps you know little of their history – the Death Watch only teaches so much before knowledge becomes heretical....
With these behemoth guns firing, the Kroot instantly back off, screeching and whooping their way back into the dense undergrowth of the thicker forests. Their actions are odd to you all, however, the Kroot are known in the Imperium, and the Ordo Xenos, for their immense battlefield savagery and their penitence for eating the dead of both sides. Yet here they are, running away like spineless, pathetic, foes which contain not an ounce of courage to themselves.
Over the orbital-vox systems in your helmets, you each hear this speech being made:
“To all Xenos on the world of Dal'yth! You have come ot this place to die at our hand! The legions of Chaos are on our side and we are unstoppable! Our legions shall strike you down! Our war engines shall crush you! The daemons of the Warp shall consume you!”” You all instantly recognise this voice, the voice of High-General Solimedes Morres, a recent high-profile turn-coat to the Imperium who has turned renegade. He was once the acting commander of this area, though now styalises himself as the 'Archduke' of the entire Gulf subsystem.
The transmissions cut off after a brief period of time, however, and the voice of your High-Inquisitor handler speaks to you now. “Kill team, your area of operations has come under siege by soldiers of the recognised heretic, Solimedes Morres, you have Inquisitorial permission to shoot on sight if they threaten you or your mission in the least. The Emperor is with you, least your faith is lax.”
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Librarian Artenius was first to respond to this most pressing of notes, to which he did by violently stomping on the body of the slain Kroot-champion in the most aggressive manner possible, his boot crushed the alien's skull like a ripe grape, but his anger was clear in his tone of voice.
“One simple mission, I tell you! And yet even now the whole damned thing becomes far greater in scope than ever before! I tell you brothers, even if the Inquisition will not sanctify the traitor's death then we shall be his downfall.” His anger seemed to subside for some small length of time, enough to regain composure at least.
“Well. Let's make the best of this. The newly arrived forces will now be occupying the Tau we have come here with a clear intent to slay. Suppose we should get to it...”
However, something seems to draw the attention of the Xenos, your own super human hearing soon hears what the avian aliens are hearing: the sounds of those same mountain-borne orbital defence weapons whirring into life and beginning to fire immense, earth-shaking salvos of fire. You can see now, that the immense guns bear the markings of the Sa'cea sept. You all instantly recognise the blue hue which is augmented with orange accents, though perhaps you know little of their history – the Death Watch only teaches so much before knowledge becomes heretical....
With these behemoth guns firing, the Kroot instantly back off, screeching and whooping their way back into the dense undergrowth of the thicker forests. Their actions are odd to you all, however, the Kroot are known in the Imperium, and the Ordo Xenos, for their immense battlefield savagery and their penitence for eating the dead of both sides. Yet here they are, running away like spineless, pathetic, foes which contain not an ounce of courage to themselves.
Over the orbital-vox systems in your helmets, you each hear this speech being made:
“To all Xenos on the world of Dal'yth! You have come ot this place to die at our hand! The legions of Chaos are on our side and we are unstoppable! Our legions shall strike you down! Our war engines shall crush you! The daemons of the Warp shall consume you!”” You all instantly recognise this voice, the voice of High-General Solimedes Morres, a recent high-profile turn-coat to the Imperium who has turned renegade. He was once the acting commander of this area, though now styalises himself as the 'Archduke' of the entire Gulf subsystem.
The transmissions cut off after a brief period of time, however, and the voice of your High-Inquisitor handler speaks to you now. “Kill team, your area of operations has come under siege by soldiers of the recognised heretic, Solimedes Morres, you have Inquisitorial permission to shoot on sight if they threaten you or your mission in the least. The Emperor is with you, least your faith is lax.”
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Librarian Artenius was first to respond to this most pressing of notes, to which he did by violently stomping on the body of the slain Kroot-champion in the most aggressive manner possible, his boot crushed the alien's skull like a ripe grape, but his anger was clear in his tone of voice.
“One simple mission, I tell you! And yet even now the whole damned thing becomes far greater in scope than ever before! I tell you brothers, even if the Inquisition will not sanctify the traitor's death then we shall be his downfall.” His anger seemed to subside for some small length of time, enough to regain composure at least.
“Well. Let's make the best of this. The newly arrived forces will now be occupying the Tau we have come here with a clear intent to slay. Suppose we should get to it...”
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@MaxxRocker We did not kill you. KabenSaal's char was also a space wolf, who was an NPC since kaben left. The NPC was killed.
We said you had some weapons malfunctions, so were out this fight.
We said you had some weapons malfunctions, so were out this fight.
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Brother Artenius was not amused by the current state of the combat, not by a long shot. It showed that whoever composed these kill teams had no idea as to what they were doing, not that the librarian would openly say that, lest the accusations of heresy should come. His main gripe was that the two Sons of Russ had largely done nothing, the first was shot and instantly slain while the other had been tinkering with his weapon on account of it jamming. “Damned, were it not for skill alone it seems” he muttered under his breath, levelling his bolter to take another volley at the amassed Tau gun line that assailed him and his brother space marines.
The gun kicked and thumped in his hand, each shot giving off a blinding flash as it exited the muzzle, leaving also the sooty smell of freshly burnt gun powder. The shells travelled with the murderous intent found perhaps only in ancient legend, as it seemed as they all hit their marks. Two struck the armoured form of the Tau Sargent, one hitting his centre mass and the other in the upper leg. The former completely destroyed the Xeno's torso, blowing it away in a shower of gore, the latter simply managed to catch the unfortunate creature as he was toppling backwards while trying not to choke on his own blood and...lack of lungs....
“By the Emperor's light! Drive them back brothers!” the librarian bellowed, as he drew his hefted his sword and joined into the melee between Fellwalker and the Kroot chief.
The sword he wielded was an ancient piece forged, as legends told, during the height of the Great Crusades, a sword which had been made with the special purpose of being bestowed to those very first brothers which formed the Iron Hands' earliest librarian system. Its blade was wreathed in psychic flame, the sharpened edge crackling with that same psychic lighting and power. Artenius went for a simple stabbing action, it was crude but effective against the simple-minded such as the Kroot. His blow found its mark, stabbing the Kroot through the back, the blade penetrating all the way through to appear outside the alien's stomach at the front.
With a spluttering cough as the blade was pulled free from its form, the Kroot collapsed due to the sheer damage that had befallen it. Artenius raised his sword high in his victory over the Xenos, today was most certainly glorious.
The gun kicked and thumped in his hand, each shot giving off a blinding flash as it exited the muzzle, leaving also the sooty smell of freshly burnt gun powder. The shells travelled with the murderous intent found perhaps only in ancient legend, as it seemed as they all hit their marks. Two struck the armoured form of the Tau Sargent, one hitting his centre mass and the other in the upper leg. The former completely destroyed the Xeno's torso, blowing it away in a shower of gore, the latter simply managed to catch the unfortunate creature as he was toppling backwards while trying not to choke on his own blood and...lack of lungs....
“By the Emperor's light! Drive them back brothers!” the librarian bellowed, as he drew his hefted his sword and joined into the melee between Fellwalker and the Kroot chief.
The sword he wielded was an ancient piece forged, as legends told, during the height of the Great Crusades, a sword which had been made with the special purpose of being bestowed to those very first brothers which formed the Iron Hands' earliest librarian system. Its blade was wreathed in psychic flame, the sharpened edge crackling with that same psychic lighting and power. Artenius went for a simple stabbing action, it was crude but effective against the simple-minded such as the Kroot. His blow found its mark, stabbing the Kroot through the back, the blade penetrating all the way through to appear outside the alien's stomach at the front.
With a spluttering cough as the blade was pulled free from its form, the Kroot collapsed due to the sheer damage that had befallen it. Artenius raised his sword high in his victory over the Xenos, today was most certainly glorious.
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Hmm, I'd allow it as a half action. You'd fire a single shot at -10BS.
Depends on the weapon as well.
Depends on the weapon as well.
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@Al
@Natsucooldude
@Leolycan
Can I get a new init roll for this next turn?
Librarian - puu.sh/oQusi/0241dc92d6.png
9+4 = 13.
@Natsucooldude
@Leolycan
Can I get a new init roll for this next turn?
Librarian - puu.sh/oQusi/0241dc92d6.png
9+4 = 13.
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The Tau are not dismayed by the attempts of your kill-team to halt their advance and sequent removal of you from this world. The lanky avian creatures, which you all recognise as low ranking Kroot carnivores are the first to react as many of them come bounding forwards with predatory glee at the chance to let blood once more. You recognise that one of them, a particularly broad-bodied type that stands a full head taller than all of his fellow Kroot, is a potent shaper like the one that Brother Bacara so effortlessly demolished with his heavy bolter. He is decorated in primitive fetishes and all manner of crude warpaint from a myriad of colours, though it is evident that at least some of that paint is , in fact, human blood.
With a shrill squawking sound, the shaper commands his ragtag bunch of underlings to charge forth into your ranks. With a shriek war cry they obey, each bounding forwards upon long sinewy legs, some hopping over branches and fallen bodies in a chance to reach you all that much quicker. They each give a powerful charge despite their lithe forms, two of them attack Brother Bacara and another goes forth to make an attempt on Brother Dominous. Their leader, levels his immense fighting staff, a masterpiece of primitive weaponry that jingled with the sound of bones when swung. He stands before Fellwalker and issues forth a challenge.
“Human! You come to this world to meet your end! Perhaps your strength will better serve my kind!” His voice was shrill, clearly his avian vocal system not being truly capable of producing perfect low Gothic, but it was a threat nonetheless. He rushed into battle, swinging his immense staff twice into the space marine, His strikes are true, but do little to penetrate the immense armour and pure physical toughness of the battle-brother, they do leave deep scratches across his armour, however.
The two Kroot assaulting brother Bacara both try to lash out at the brother marine, however in their tangle of lanky limbs and armour they both manage to miss the devastator! The apothecary is not so fortunate, as the kroot strikes at the joints in his armour, cutting the flesh but doing no real damage to the marine.
The Kroot's Tau allies soon form a firing line before you however, their weapons all coming round to bear upon you. You hear the Tau Sargent shout in a resolute tone. “Automatic fire!” With that, each fire warrior sprays out four lethal bolts from his gun. Two fire at the warp-witch known as the librarian, with the final fire warrior firing at brother Fellwalker. Five of the twelve strike the marines, though your armour holds true. The librarian takes a blast to the armour joint, however and suffers slight damage for this.
With a shrill squawking sound, the shaper commands his ragtag bunch of underlings to charge forth into your ranks. With a shriek war cry they obey, each bounding forwards upon long sinewy legs, some hopping over branches and fallen bodies in a chance to reach you all that much quicker. They each give a powerful charge despite their lithe forms, two of them attack Brother Bacara and another goes forth to make an attempt on Brother Dominous. Their leader, levels his immense fighting staff, a masterpiece of primitive weaponry that jingled with the sound of bones when swung. He stands before Fellwalker and issues forth a challenge.
“Human! You come to this world to meet your end! Perhaps your strength will better serve my kind!” His voice was shrill, clearly his avian vocal system not being truly capable of producing perfect low Gothic, but it was a threat nonetheless. He rushed into battle, swinging his immense staff twice into the space marine, His strikes are true, but do little to penetrate the immense armour and pure physical toughness of the battle-brother, they do leave deep scratches across his armour, however.
The two Kroot assaulting brother Bacara both try to lash out at the brother marine, however in their tangle of lanky limbs and armour they both manage to miss the devastator! The apothecary is not so fortunate, as the kroot strikes at the joints in his armour, cutting the flesh but doing no real damage to the marine.
The Kroot's Tau allies soon form a firing line before you however, their weapons all coming round to bear upon you. You hear the Tau Sargent shout in a resolute tone. “Automatic fire!” With that, each fire warrior sprays out four lethal bolts from his gun. Two fire at the warp-witch known as the librarian, with the final fire warrior firing at brother Fellwalker. Five of the twelve strike the marines, though your armour holds true. The librarian takes a blast to the armour joint, however and suffers slight damage for this.
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