I will survive.
I'll make a post I guess.
I'll make a post I guess.
Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 4 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
7 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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Too tired to post.
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God told me, I've already got the life.....
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It's true. You did save Xepherial. I should have him remember that.
@Sophrus
Xepherial turned to see a pair of human hands reaching through a unique cell door with bars on the front. The forearms were scarred and marked, like his own damaged flesh, and accompanied by a soft but rugged voice that gestured toward him. Red eyes shone from his hulking black form as he scanned the man. There were a few others in the cell with him, all male, and most of them cowering back with accellerated heartrates... but not this one. It was clear this one was of a different class than the rest of the criminal scum. He was intelligent and deductive with a formidable bravery that should have killed him years ago. The man probaly would have made a fine Astartes.
The battered warrior approached the door and stood just outside of it as he addressed the prisoner. "You know my legion?" He asked, more of a statement than a need to verify what he had just heard. Mortals generally didn't know the differences between space marines, so that was unique. "Have you served with us before?" Xepherial was intrigued but short on time. "... I know not why you are imprisoned here, but my need for you may warrent your release, if only temporarily. Neither I nor my legion are commandering this starship. In truth, I have been separated from my brothers and am operating alone. At this very moment, your ship has been boarded by enemies intent on causing great harm. It is my duty to stop them. If you come with me, your chances of survival are less than 15%. If you do not... they are less than 5%." He gave the prisoners a moment to consider this. "I leave the choice in your hands. Now please, back away from the door."
The Dark Angel didn't have to ask twice as he squeezed his right glove into a fist and drew back to pound at the weakpoint between the door and the cell wall. Each swing hit like a battering ram, ceramite denting into the relatively thin plasteel, one fist after another. With each swing, an subtle rage grew within Xepherial, making each punch more powerful than the last. It wasn't long at all before the door broke open with a thunderous slam.
Xepherial growled, bearing his teeth beneath his helm, forcing control of himself to return. He seemed angry, but managed to find his voice again. "Now come! I need you to take me to the commanders of this vessel at once." He stepped back into the cold metallic hall, an electric light flickering pathetically above him, and then, sudden realization hit him. He stood in shock for a moment whle the prisoners filed out and looked down at his own fist.... He hadn't used his plasmacutter.
Xepherial turned to see a pair of human hands reaching through a unique cell door with bars on the front. The forearms were scarred and marked, like his own damaged flesh, and accompanied by a soft but rugged voice that gestured toward him. Red eyes shone from his hulking black form as he scanned the man. There were a few others in the cell with him, all male, and most of them cowering back with accellerated heartrates... but not this one. It was clear this one was of a different class than the rest of the criminal scum. He was intelligent and deductive with a formidable bravery that should have killed him years ago. The man probaly would have made a fine Astartes.
The battered warrior approached the door and stood just outside of it as he addressed the prisoner. "You know my legion?" He asked, more of a statement than a need to verify what he had just heard. Mortals generally didn't know the differences between space marines, so that was unique. "Have you served with us before?" Xepherial was intrigued but short on time. "... I know not why you are imprisoned here, but my need for you may warrent your release, if only temporarily. Neither I nor my legion are commandering this starship. In truth, I have been separated from my brothers and am operating alone. At this very moment, your ship has been boarded by enemies intent on causing great harm. It is my duty to stop them. If you come with me, your chances of survival are less than 15%. If you do not... they are less than 5%." He gave the prisoners a moment to consider this. "I leave the choice in your hands. Now please, back away from the door."
The Dark Angel didn't have to ask twice as he squeezed his right glove into a fist and drew back to pound at the weakpoint between the door and the cell wall. Each swing hit like a battering ram, ceramite denting into the relatively thin plasteel, one fist after another. With each swing, an subtle rage grew within Xepherial, making each punch more powerful than the last. It wasn't long at all before the door broke open with a thunderous slam.
Xepherial growled, bearing his teeth beneath his helm, forcing control of himself to return. He seemed angry, but managed to find his voice again. "Now come! I need you to take me to the commanders of this vessel at once." He stepped back into the cold metallic hall, an electric light flickering pathetically above him, and then, sudden realization hit him. He stood in shock for a moment whle the prisoners filed out and looked down at his own fist.... He hadn't used his plasmacutter.
Lol I meant the ork.
Covenant fighters unite!!
Yes. I was just less interested in fight scenes against npcs. I would rather interact with other players.
I get a reply to Oskar before you bum rush me. Ill do it tonight.
@Sophrus
It was dark on the new ship. Motion sensor lights activated and a silent alarm was triggered, causing a small red light to blink high on the bridge where some mortal shipman was neglecting to pay attention. This was the brig after all, and prisoners were not to be roaming about free from their cells. Xepherial finally found himself alone, with no sign of the rogue admech that had entered this way before him. The Dark Angel huffed, as he had been deprived of normal oxygen levels for the several moments it took him to get inside. He settled himself, looking around at the human-made surroundings. Was he.. free? A free hand clutched loosely over his freshly repaired torso.
With hard footfalls and a rhythmical whir of mechanical joints, Xepherial began a course down the empty hall in front of him. This was an Imperial ship. He was back amongst his own! Hope surged through him, and he realized had little time to warm them of the heresy and chaos he had brought aboard. The Red Corsairs were extremely dangerous, and the ork had the potential for infesting the entire ship with spores. They were easily the primary threats of the sordid group, but Xeph knew he had beaten them in boarding this new vessel and would be able to find help before they could stop him. He tracked in a straight line from the airlock, avidly scanning for a crewmember to attempt to deliver his message.
Suddenly, Xepherial heard a cough and stopped on a dime. Only then did he realize what part of the ship he was in. There were darkened cells on either side of him, metal doors with thin sliding windows for food and water, each one housing a criminal or stowaway, but they were human. The prisoners quarters were expansive, adn Xepherial began to wonder about the purpose of this vessel, not to mention how to reach an officer.
It was dark on the new ship. Motion sensor lights activated and a silent alarm was triggered, causing a small red light to blink high on the bridge where some mortal shipman was neglecting to pay attention. This was the brig after all, and prisoners were not to be roaming about free from their cells. Xepherial finally found himself alone, with no sign of the rogue admech that had entered this way before him. The Dark Angel huffed, as he had been deprived of normal oxygen levels for the several moments it took him to get inside. He settled himself, looking around at the human-made surroundings. Was he.. free? A free hand clutched loosely over his freshly repaired torso.
With hard footfalls and a rhythmical whir of mechanical joints, Xepherial began a course down the empty hall in front of him. This was an Imperial ship. He was back amongst his own! Hope surged through him, and he realized had little time to warm them of the heresy and chaos he had brought aboard. The Red Corsairs were extremely dangerous, and the ork had the potential for infesting the entire ship with spores. They were easily the primary threats of the sordid group, but Xeph knew he had beaten them in boarding this new vessel and would be able to find help before they could stop him. He tracked in a straight line from the airlock, avidly scanning for a crewmember to attempt to deliver his message.
Suddenly, Xepherial heard a cough and stopped on a dime. Only then did he realize what part of the ship he was in. There were darkened cells on either side of him, metal doors with thin sliding windows for food and water, each one housing a criminal or stowaway, but they were human. The prisoners quarters were expansive, adn Xepherial began to wonder about the purpose of this vessel, not to mention how to reach an officer.
So you, me, Klom, and Tee are all getting impatient....
Do we want to just skip ahead? Nobody cares how we got onto the next ship.
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