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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I think people are waiting for the enigmatic plan to occur.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

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Martin Kirkman

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Whilst the wolfhound considered what to do next he noticed a change in atmosphere. The Symphony had changed. NEST security had ran dry and were beating heels to get away from the surge of freaks charging their now nonexistent position. NEST just had not been ready for this. Seems the problem with having a massive tower, troops and near unlimited authority resulted in hubris. Who knew.

He followed the stream of unwashed scum up the stairs ignoring the trio of NEST security personnel that were losing a hand to hand with the mass and pressed on into the heart of the building. The fighting seemed strong on one side of the building whilst the other had fallen relatively quiet, at least on the adjacent levels.

Casting his eyes around the Wolfhound sighed to see bureaucracy raise it’s ugly head to get men killed again. Signposting from the ceiling helpfully pointed staff and visitors to various notable locations on the level. Locations such as the armoury. Looks like a short detour would be in order, Khan could wait a few minutes.

Two corridors later and a pile of bodies could be seen around the entrance to the armoury. Mostly Fiends though a couple NEST guard could be seen, brass littered the floor. Stepping inside he guessed this was a minor armoury mainly for the floor guards. Looks like the Fiends got inside when the quartermaster tried to step out to help the guards fighting in the corridor. Bad luck for him. They had him tied up with some sort of steel cable, looks like he’s spilled four or five pints of the claret from their attentions. Not going to make it.

He stepped into the inner cage slamming a Fiend’s head into the door frame to get him out the way, much to the amusement of the other Fiends. Let’s see em laugh after this. Activating his sight he found the place mostly containing riot control gear with most the rifles and according ammo gone. Not hard to figure out where they went. Plenty of pistols left and a few shotguns. There was also a gun crate at the back with four Milkor MGLs and 40mm grenades. These would have made any force approaching the building think twice but if the foe was already inside they’d have been next to useless.

Pushing to the back and opening the crate he liberated one of the weapons and a pair of bandoliers to cheers from the other fiends who rushed forward to claim their prizes. As he was about to slide the weapon onto his back a light bulb went off in his head. Crossing back to the anti-riot gear he slid six tear gas grenades into the chambers. He’d had an idea. No way of knowing if it would work but hell to it, may as well try.

That done and with the Fiends full occupied fighting over the high grade munitions the Wolfhound knelt next to the dying quartermaster who looked up with muted anger in his eyes. He was middle age at best, salt and pepper hair with more salt than not. An old junkyard dog tough as nails, they didn’t make’em like this no more. Martin undid the wire around his wrists to suspicious eyes. The Wolfhound pulled a package from his waist and pushed it into the man’s shivering hands. Standing the Wolfhound turned and left the room. He picked up speed and made time away from the armoury.

The explosion shook the building. He knew it didn’t have even near the force to bring the structure down but the way some of the Fiends reacted, they sure didn’t. The sound of munitions cooking off filled the halls and a wave of tear gas blew out into this level going as far as spilling down into the lobby. Grinning he figured this would give him a bit of room to advance up the tower without the freaks dogging his every step. It would give the NEST forces a minute or two to “breathe” as well.

Forcing coughing freaks out of his way the Wolfhound pushed further into the building. The scent of his prey was growing stronger.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

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Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

I forgot anything lemme know.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

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Martin Kirkman

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Martin was just washing his plate when his phone beeped. Checking the device he noticed a text from an unknown number.

Don't ask who this is, I'm going to be brief, there is a chance for you to take out Khan. She is attacking the NEST Headquarters now with her group of Fiends. It's possible for you to head through the sewers, I'll send you the map.

“Damn”

This was one hundred and ten percent suspicious but, Khan. No Khan no Fiends. That’s a hell of a target. “Yah know what they say, don’t look a gift informant in the face.” He slid his phone into his pocket as he mumbled. There was really only one possibility open to him.

He took one last look at the girl that amazingly had not woken at the smell of cooking bacon. It must have been a long time since she slept soundly. Well no point in waking her. She just isn’t ready to dive into his world yet. She’d like as not say otherwise but this would go beyond a street fight. This was war.

He packed his gear into his duffle bag quietly and made his way out the building. The garage door slid up to reveal his trusty pickup sitting exactly as he left it. Woe betide the motherfucker that though jacking this ride was a good idea. Opening the door and stepping in he rolled the pickup out and slid the garage closed behind him. The familiar feel and sound of the pickup helped calm his heart. It was starting to beat to the rhythm he remembered from Iraq. If he was right, this would be his biggest action since those sands had driven them against the Iraqi trench lines and into the cities.

Surprisingly he had no trouble crossing the city. The guard were to put It mildly, freaking the fuck out. Merely attacking NEST HQ had acted as one of the most effective decapitation strikes Martin had ever seen. NEST would be damn lucky to see and concerted guard backup in the next hour let alone proper relief. The guard were weekend soldiers. They might know how to shoot gangers but all out war was foreign to them. Even so he knew he would only get one chance at this and failure meant almost certain imprisonment or death. “I’m sure the odds are good” a wry smile crossed his features.

He pulled up near the manhole in question just off the street. Grabbing his bag he got out and swiftly removed the cover with his hand tool, checking for observers as he went. Getting down into the tunnels he could hear a mass of people moving in the distance. He changed into his gear leaving his clothes in the duffle bag under a grate. The black armoured suit and the helmet fit together perfectly to create his own little fortress.

Pistol checked and holstered, grenades check, det packs check, vital systems check, rifle checked loaded locked and ready for work. He jogged down the tunnel approaching the fiend hoard, their hollers getting louder and louder. As he rounded the corner a couple of flagging Fiends turned and started raising their guns and tools.

“VAMANOS, COME ON MOVE IT THOSE NESTIES AIN’T GONNA KILL THEMSELVES EH?”

Walking forward the man seemed to have the Fiends on the back foot till one particularly nasty looking PoS got in front of him.

“EW the fuck are yew” he grogged out from a mouth that looked as if it had taken six or seven too many hammer blows.

Martin did not stop but replied “I’m the Cabrón your boss paid a lot of money to be here, so unless you want to explain why I took my advance and left to Khan then get out of my fucking face.”

Laying his hand on Martin’s shoulder he fucked up. “ I ain’t jus gurkeff”

Martin put a boot In his instep and flipped him over onto the ground by the throat. Following him down his shoulders rocked back and forth as his fists rained down on halfwit’s face. Armoured knuckles swiftly disintegrating it. The visage of the black armoured Wolfhound looked up with blood streaked across his hands and forearms. Seeing the other Fiends standing around watching he roared “ I THOUGHT I SAID GET GOIN”.

Standing the wolfhound wiped his hands on the dying fiend’s vest and picked up the rifle again. The watchers had made feet down the tunnel. Striding down himself he shouldered his way past the massed bodies pushing their way into the sub-level. He threw his elbows and rifle butt around till he made his way in. Looked like a small maintenance area for the tower’s utilities there was likely other basement areas like the garage but they seemed to be unconnected to this one. Somebody’s head was gonna roll over this architectural oversight… Unless somebody meant for this to be a massive hole in security.

The flow of freaks was pretty concentrated toward the area that must be the lobby. Gunshots rang out like a symphony with wailing and shouting an accompanying band. It’s easy to forget just how many junkies there are in a whole city. The corridors teemed with them like some disgusting infestation. The wolfhound stepped off from the flow to enter a side room from which could be heard screaming. Stepping in he found three Fiends and some woman in a boiler suit. Too close to the breech to get out before the freaks swept past.

“Hey you see know where Khan went?”

“The fuck do a look like yer secretary. She past the lobby or something. You gonna join in or fuck off?”

Bang Bang Bang Clink Clink Clink

“No hay de qué chica” The wolfhound stepped out the room closing the door behind him. The handle on the outside flew off as it met the butt of his rifle. It was damn hard to resist opening up on the freaks in general but they’d only drag him down with numbers. He was here for the queen freak.

He made his way toward the lobby where the defenders had taken positions firing down from the upper levels on the Fiends trying to get up the stairs. From behind the doorway he could see that they were piling up bodies like nobody’s business, but they’d run out of ammo long before the stream of fiends pushing those in front of them died out. For their sake he hoped they had secondary positions further in and up.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Since there has been some concern as to whether I am still In this RP or not I will say. Yes.

Malek will turn up when it makes sense and he will do what he has come do do.

I have actually made several posts including one where i made contact with the team but people didn't notice so rather than demand people notice me I just let people get on with what they were doing.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

I posted recently soo. YEEEAAAHHH.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

What the fuck did i miss. WHAT IS EVEN. HELP. I NEED AN ADULT.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

You could meet Malek, he is working in the ad mech temple.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Suck post my feathered beach.

Also can i say i'm loving this sitcom i've fallen into.