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Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Resolution

Thorn made his own demands after opening fire on Azazel. He scowled through his helmet, taking cover on the other side of the operating table, the bolter shells exploding in a shower above him. He brought his own bolt gun from its strap, jamming a fresh clip in as he prepared to return fire. Trying to use his own pupil as a shield? Surprising... there was more to thorn than meets the eye it seemed. Not that it mattered. What was one more student to a dead foe?

Just as Azazel was prepared to enter a proper firefight... it seemed Thorn was finally coming to his senses. He was surrendering... and Azazel was sorely tempted to end the un-armoured marine. It would be so very easy. His arms were up, his weapons away... he could empty a whole clip into him if he so desired... but now was not the time. He growled, let his bolt gun swing loose on its strap once more and rushed to Bravis. He quickly took off his helmet and set to work repairing the severely damaged soft tissues. Again he seemed to be in a trance, lost in the desperate medical care as he saved one of his last pupils lives once more. Once that was finished he sedated him, Bravis would need to cool off... besides there was still Xepherial.

Before the marine could do anything Azazel snapped at his one armed pupil and rthe two restrained him quickly, a needle slipping once more into his neck, and the world going foggy... but not black. The two marines heaved him back up onto the operating table and Azazel got to work. Even in the chaos of the imminent boaarding action he didn't flinch. He'd be ready when the call came to jump ships, but until he was engrossed. Xepherial would be out for nowhere near as long, just as Azazel finished his final adjusments numbed consciousness would return. just in time to help with a violent boarding. Azazel's one armed student carried Bravis while the Dark Apothecary himself stood with weapons ready, prepared to mulch through whatever foe they were about to be thrown at.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity I am interested in talking about that.

I'm at work all of today but am free tonight

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity you've put me in an incredibly difficult situation here man

I've been trying to think how to move forward but... Azaxel likes his students but is completely willing to sacrifice them for his own desires

BUT I don't want to kill two characters or even one due to the investment of their players so... I'm free tomorrow so I guess I'll figure it out then

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity just don't kill him. Free reign otherwise but keep it realistic

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Complications

Well... this was an unexpected turn of events. Not Thorn's resistance, no that was fully expected. The ogryns intercession was far more surprising. Were it not for his pupil it is very likely the Ogyn wopuld have been able to trounce the Dark apothecary. As it were, his pupil was half way across the room, rather dazed, and his other student was held up by Thorn. The red armored marine thrashed and growled as his rage grew, Thorn had interrupted the marine whilst engrossed in a calming surgery, and the surgery in his skull was taking over again.

Azazel stared at the downed Ogryn, the rage in its eyes a clear indication of the anger of Khorne taking root... a possible ally... were it not for the ork of course. Another surprise... the Ork must have viewed Azazel as a boss... or some other primitive equivalent in orkish 'society' if it could even be called that. He'd have to insure the Ork remained on his side. He had already proven his loyalty twice now. Azazel began to laugh. He turned to Thorn, currently holding his other pupil.

"Well Thorn, it seems your little gambit has failed. Once again you are alone, outnumbered and outgunned. Bravis will knock his way out of your grip soon enough. And then he is going to rip both of your arms off. I will do nothing to stop this. Now... if you'd do me the favor of surrendering and releasing Bravis of your own free will, I'll keep him from killing you by beating you to death with your own severed limbs. And... I'll keep you off my table unless you are truly in danger. Deal? Oh of course I'll have free reign to finish the delicate operation on your friend of course. Well? Life or death 'Thorn'?"

He laughed and leveled his pistol at thorn as Bravis yanked and fought hard trying to escape.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

post nearly finished. Will go up before work tomorrow morning... technically later today...

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Ok post will be up tomorrw as I'm getting it all together

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Wraithblade6 I was waiting on the ork. I'll post tonight

Blackshields: The Horus Heresy [Warhammer 30K]

Dirt

It was always dirt. Earthen trench works and fox holes, warhead and artillery craters. Muck and mud, sand and dust. Dirt, Dirt and more Dirt. Kraeger wondered, just how much time had he spent in the dirt? Not just on the ground, but under it. His armor stained every shade of brown one could imagine at one time or another. He was certain he had been covered in dirt far more often than blood. But just how much time had he spent kneeling, laying down in, and smothered with dirt? Days most definitely. Weeks? Absolutely. Months? Most likely. Years? In all probability yes. Years down on his knees or squatting within earthen works, be they his or the enemies. Waterlogged trenches and muddy fox holes.

He had once spent a whole month in a 4 foot deep hole with fetid water up to his navel. A month. He had hardly moved. When the water would soak into the ground and leave just mud he had to fight in order to keep from getting stuck it was so thick. by the time the order to go over the top and rush a fortified bunker came his armor wasn't gray anymore. He had spent over an hour peeling off layers of mud after that assault.

And now here he was again. Squatting in a hole. And this time the dirt was literally burying him. Kraeger had dug his hole quickly, and covered himself nearly as fast. Not that he had ever complained about being dirty.
No, by now the cramped, claustrophobic feeling of barely being able to move ones arms or legs, uncomfortably squatting on his haunches, almost completely still save for his own breathing... it was peaceful. He could think clearly here, even more than when embroiled in combat. For him it was a time of reflection. A time to rest and wait... after all there wasn't much else to do. They had been waiting for hours outside of the chateau. Him and all the other Legionaries. They were from many of the legions... most had a squad, though most were a mixed bag of legions rather than any unified group. Then there were a few like Kraeger, lone wolves. No squad, no brothers,
just a lone marine. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He'd been a sergeant just before... well his squad was dead, and it felt almost wrong to take another... for now at least. He shook his head just barely in his hole, these thoughts were distressing him. They were complex, not simple like the hole. He couldn't reduce it to numbers anymore, his old squad. How long was his trench? How deep was the fox hole? How right was he to have abandoned his legion? His father? Questions far less simple begun to creep into his mind.

He couldn't be happier when the signal came. Like the others the Iron Warrior veteran burst from his hile in the ground, it was deep enough to obscure his chest and midriff from fire. As he stood dirt was pushed around in a circle, creating a small barrier to deter an enemy from simply rolling an explosive into his fortification. It would be just enough. Kraeger scanned the elegant chateau as warning claxons blared, human guard scrambled for cover and weapons and automated defenses came online. Several were already knocked out by other Legionaries or being engaged by the time Kraeger surfaced.

Kraeger raised his own bolter with a low growl, and picked his targets.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes you post, then I will

@Wraithblade6 you'll know soon enough my pretty