When Azus Dracates finally emerged, the stormtroopers were being confronted by another traitor marine, and even from here, he could see the thing's allegiance. Nurgle, but he had little time to meditate on such things. The trip through time had left him feeling off, but he didn't have any time to give that consideration either. He still had all his equipment, thankfully, and he had a clear, unexpected line of fire on the stormtroopers. After all, not a one had an idea he would be coming back at all, let alone in the precise same spot as he had left. Leveling the autocannon, he opened fire on the man his doombolt had connected with before, and since the poor bastard had not a moments warning, he was torn down by the barrage of shells, much to the shock of the stormtroopers around him, since they had a man who should not have appeared again, suddenly show up behind them and open fire, and not a few moments later, their officer was taken down by the heavy bolter of the traitor marine at the other end of the corridor. He smirked under his helmet, which faded quickly as the situation developed.
The rounds fired did nothing to hit them, apparently his time warp had thrown off his aim or senses, considering his inability to get the autocannon rounds on target anymore. The plague marine was doing better, but the flash of a grenade made it clear the traitor was blinded, and the stormtroopers volley fired him again, more rounds missing and punching through his power armor. Now was the time for a tactical withdraw, and he did such, moving around the corner and bracing, autocannon leveled at the incoming stormtroopers. Sure enough, they turned the corner, and the autocannon roared, rounds hurtling towards their targets, while some did fly off target as well. The stormtroopers did their training well, scattering and evading the rounds before they could impact, and scrabbled to take cover across the way from the Alpha Legionnaire as well. Now he was getting tired of this, and could tell he was nearly done for as well, so he dropped the autocannon, it would do him no good either way of how this turned out the second time around.
Azus Dracates stood tall, summoning more warp power than was safe, since it hardly mattered at this point, proudly basking in the warp power that was being drawn to him. Raising his arms, he sent all of his malice and spite hurtling along his arms, intending to send as many doombolts as he could possibly manage. He never would know what happened, as reality itself denied his efforts this time around, a full 20 meters of area in a sphere around the traitor warping and tearing itself asunder, ripping a hole in reality that swallowed the traitor marine and everything in that 20 meter circle around him whole. There was nothing left, just a perfect sphere and no sign of the traitor marine who had drawn too greatly upon powers above his status, and the marine known as Azus Dracates was indeed no more, and would never be heard from again, as was how such things would indeed play out in such cases.
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Azus Dracates grimly smirked under his helmet as the autocannon rounds shredded two of the Imperial Stormtroopers, causing them to drop the plasma cannon and disabling the primary threat that the weapon posed. Of course, well trained and organized as they were, they were quick to spot the muzzle of the autocannon, having traced the rounds and flashes that the weapon had produced, the flash of each round of hurtling death was not subtle in any real way, shape, or form. Of course, he was unfazed by the few rounds that spattered by pathetically, nowhere near him even with their advanced equipment. He could pick up the pounding of more heavy boots, probably trying to bring the autocannon up to bear next, and more of their battle cant. Smart they didn't turn the corner though, that would have exposed more men to this autocannon. But, what they didn't seem to consider was that he was also carrying a means of striking out that far, and he primed one of his legion fragmentation grenades, and lobbed it into the corridor the footfalls came from, the explosion carrying the roar of of the explosive force and shrapnel that such weapons carried.
While Dracates couldn't be certain on casualties, from the sounds of things, he had disabled or outright killed two of them, from the count of voices dropping. But he knew hew as exposed now, and his cloak would no longer be of use at the moment. But, he was not going to get away from this fight unscathed, as fate would decree. As the stormtroopers fired again, two of them once again had their shots fall wide, the movement of the traitor marine failing to avoid the last round, which seared through his power armor and he could feel the round burn into his left thigh, which made him growl as the stormtroopers fled, turning the corner which, he noted, was opposite of the way they had came into, with two more members than before the autocannon fire had claimed them. If he had the know how, he could have perhaps turned the plasma cannon against them, but it was not of any Legion make, which was not even remotely surprising, so he didn't even consider the weapon. Besides, his autocannon and remaining weapons would suffice, but he would have to think on this situation. He crouched by some rubble, checking his ammo and gear while musing on the situation. They had weapons capable of punching through even his armor, but he knew their tactics, the autocannon would be to the rear, while the remaining men aimed down in a crossfire with the three across the way. He couldn't focus fire one without the other managing to bring most likely lethal weapon fire to bear on him, a most annoying situation, but credit was due to the Tactica Imperialis in this case, it would serve them well.
Dracates had to do something, so he knew precisely what he was going to do. He skulked forward and turned to the autocannon team and the other two there, the three hellguns behind him blocked by the wall. Sure enough, while the autocannon fire and bolt pistol failed to hit him at all, the hellgun was accurate once again, like the previous one. He felt his armor and own stubborn toughness stop one shot, his other arm and chest burned from more rounds punching through his armor, but now, well, now it was his turn to retaliate. He raised his arm, pushing the warp through his arm far higher than he could have normally, and safely, managed to use normally, and roared, the Doombolt roaring from his arm, and the backlash was immediately apparent. His roar was cut off, and he vanished for all intents and purposes, the warp claiming his place in time for a while, although to the senses of the Alpha Legionnaire, such things were painful and maddening, and he would suffer for this transition, even as he schemed still to take advantage of wherever this happened to dump him, when it finally ended.
While Dracates couldn't be certain on casualties, from the sounds of things, he had disabled or outright killed two of them, from the count of voices dropping. But he knew hew as exposed now, and his cloak would no longer be of use at the moment. But, he was not going to get away from this fight unscathed, as fate would decree. As the stormtroopers fired again, two of them once again had their shots fall wide, the movement of the traitor marine failing to avoid the last round, which seared through his power armor and he could feel the round burn into his left thigh, which made him growl as the stormtroopers fled, turning the corner which, he noted, was opposite of the way they had came into, with two more members than before the autocannon fire had claimed them. If he had the know how, he could have perhaps turned the plasma cannon against them, but it was not of any Legion make, which was not even remotely surprising, so he didn't even consider the weapon. Besides, his autocannon and remaining weapons would suffice, but he would have to think on this situation. He crouched by some rubble, checking his ammo and gear while musing on the situation. They had weapons capable of punching through even his armor, but he knew their tactics, the autocannon would be to the rear, while the remaining men aimed down in a crossfire with the three across the way. He couldn't focus fire one without the other managing to bring most likely lethal weapon fire to bear on him, a most annoying situation, but credit was due to the Tactica Imperialis in this case, it would serve them well.
Dracates had to do something, so he knew precisely what he was going to do. He skulked forward and turned to the autocannon team and the other two there, the three hellguns behind him blocked by the wall. Sure enough, while the autocannon fire and bolt pistol failed to hit him at all, the hellgun was accurate once again, like the previous one. He felt his armor and own stubborn toughness stop one shot, his other arm and chest burned from more rounds punching through his armor, but now, well, now it was his turn to retaliate. He raised his arm, pushing the warp through his arm far higher than he could have normally, and safely, managed to use normally, and roared, the Doombolt roaring from his arm, and the backlash was immediately apparent. His roar was cut off, and he vanished for all intents and purposes, the warp claiming his place in time for a while, although to the senses of the Alpha Legionnaire, such things were painful and maddening, and he would suffer for this transition, even as he schemed still to take advantage of wherever this happened to dump him, when it finally ended.
And here is Demyan Rudolf, his description is included in the CS.
Hmm, seems interesting, you can count me in.
I'll probably be rolling with a melee orientated street samurai, probably.
Azus Dracates silently scoffed at the heretics fleeing from the onslaught of fire. Imperial Naval Stormtroopers, well equipped, well trained men, certainly, but they were simply mortals. He knew these Stormtroopers and their tactics, both from the sounds of their weapons, and his own personal knowledge of their own Tactica Imperialis, the way they would organize this formation was simple in his mind, plasma first, autocannon next, flanking and supporting each other as they moved up, spaced out to prevent a well placed grenade from wiping the whole team in one lucky blast. Smart, against heretics and common rabble. So he had a simple plan, but one that these Stormtroopers that, veterans that they were indeed were, would not be ready for. After all, they were on a hunting pattern now, drive the routed boarders off the ship and, if the orders permitted, strike into the enemy ship and make them pay. He would suspect this was not the case, sticking to known routes, which made this ambush all the more likely to work, as he settled into a shadowed piece of debris at a corner, resting the autocannon to train it on the direction the stormtroopers would have to be coming from, and waited, they would come of their own time, and he would be ready for them.
Sure enough, the veterans turned the corner, the plasma cannon carrying trooper had an attending stormtrooper bearing his own hellgun. Outside these two, the remaining three had another hellgun and two hotshot lasguns. Nothing he was concerned about, and they were oblivious to his hidden position. Good, good, he decided, training the cannon on the plasma cannon and attending trooper, and squeezed the trigger, the autocannon barking out in its very distinct noise, rounds barreling down the corridor, and the two men had not a chance to react before the cannon rounds slammed into them, literally blowing them down, both men scythed down like chaff during the harvest, falling and disabling his greatest concern, the plasma cannon was by far their most dangerous weapon, if one ignored their training and other wargear, but this was a good start, as the men pooled in their own drained life blood, he swung the autocannon to bear again, keeping still in cover and readying himself to continue the battle, or worse case scenario, receive the enemies fire, if they got off some rounds before falling to his cannon. First blood was his, and he would see final blood be his as well, by whatever means he had at hand.
Sure enough, the veterans turned the corner, the plasma cannon carrying trooper had an attending stormtrooper bearing his own hellgun. Outside these two, the remaining three had another hellgun and two hotshot lasguns. Nothing he was concerned about, and they were oblivious to his hidden position. Good, good, he decided, training the cannon on the plasma cannon and attending trooper, and squeezed the trigger, the autocannon barking out in its very distinct noise, rounds barreling down the corridor, and the two men had not a chance to react before the cannon rounds slammed into them, literally blowing them down, both men scythed down like chaff during the harvest, falling and disabling his greatest concern, the plasma cannon was by far their most dangerous weapon, if one ignored their training and other wargear, but this was a good start, as the men pooled in their own drained life blood, he swung the autocannon to bear again, keeping still in cover and readying himself to continue the battle, or worse case scenario, receive the enemies fire, if they got off some rounds before falling to his cannon. First blood was his, and he would see final blood be his as well, by whatever means he had at hand.
Azus Dracates loomed over the other heretics that were waiting for the inevitable collision. The lone Alpha Legionnaire, shrouded by his chameleon cloak that fitted surprisingly well around the armored frame of the Traitor Marine, shaded him from view, if the other heretics that were waiting within this section cared to even look. They didn't, some already brandishing blades and guns, eager for bloodshed, others were more interested in the loot and glory to be had in taking the Imperial vessel from its fool captain. Dracates, however, never spoke of his reasons for joining this warband, for he did not join for the spoils of war, not the ones sought by others aboard this ship, nor did he seek vengeance and bloodshed against the Imperial dogs that operated the ship they were engaged in warfare with now. No, his reasons were solely his own, and no matter where he ended up, he seemed to always be in a position to further such things. And the reason for that, he also kept to himself as well, he was rather good at keeping most things to himself.
The shudder that ran through the ship, along with tearing noises and the protests of machinery and metal around them announced their arrival at their final destination. Dracates was wearing his helmet, which concealed any expression he might have made at the choice of tactics. He was no space navigator or tactician, though his few words with the heretics around him warned them against the Imperial armsmen that would be no doubt awaiting their assault. They went about their final preparations as the nearest breach over to the Imperial vessel was broadcasted to them, and the Alpha Legionnaire hefted his Autocannon, a M34 model that was rather well known and recognizable amongst those with any real military experience within their short lifespans. He utilized his stealthy, hidden approach to warfare to get into position, and the autocannon did the rest, more than once he turned a position into mincemeat from a well placed barrage of Autocannon shells. But, for now, such thoughts were banished, it was time for war.
The heretics ran towards the nearest way into the Imperial vessel, Azus Dracates utilizing his greater size to merely stride after them, loading the autocannon fully and now was ready to introduce these Armsmen of the Relentless to the lethal efficiency that was the Alpha Legion. The heretics poured into the breach in front of him, and with a stride, boarded the Imperial vessel, scanning and, should they have manifested, raise his autocannon towards the nearest hostiles aboard the ship to send them to their Corpse God, or to the hungry Gods of Chaos, should they lay claim to these poor fools souls first, since, after all, such things were commonplace, to those that knew of such things. But, to the immediate. He had boarded the Imperial vessel and was wary and ready to engage anyone who attempted to repel the Alpha Legionnaire, to their foolish deaths.
The shudder that ran through the ship, along with tearing noises and the protests of machinery and metal around them announced their arrival at their final destination. Dracates was wearing his helmet, which concealed any expression he might have made at the choice of tactics. He was no space navigator or tactician, though his few words with the heretics around him warned them against the Imperial armsmen that would be no doubt awaiting their assault. They went about their final preparations as the nearest breach over to the Imperial vessel was broadcasted to them, and the Alpha Legionnaire hefted his Autocannon, a M34 model that was rather well known and recognizable amongst those with any real military experience within their short lifespans. He utilized his stealthy, hidden approach to warfare to get into position, and the autocannon did the rest, more than once he turned a position into mincemeat from a well placed barrage of Autocannon shells. But, for now, such thoughts were banished, it was time for war.
The heretics ran towards the nearest way into the Imperial vessel, Azus Dracates utilizing his greater size to merely stride after them, loading the autocannon fully and now was ready to introduce these Armsmen of the Relentless to the lethal efficiency that was the Alpha Legion. The heretics poured into the breach in front of him, and with a stride, boarded the Imperial vessel, scanning and, should they have manifested, raise his autocannon towards the nearest hostiles aboard the ship to send them to their Corpse God, or to the hungry Gods of Chaos, should they lay claim to these poor fools souls first, since, after all, such things were commonplace, to those that knew of such things. But, to the immediate. He had boarded the Imperial vessel and was wary and ready to engage anyone who attempted to repel the Alpha Legionnaire, to their foolish deaths.
If you would be so kind as to park my people along the 60,000 light year line, about half way between Moloch and the Perfidian Gap in that open space there, if at all possible? As for color, hmm, green if at all possible.
The Forge World used to be mechanicus, but after the death of the Emperor, it became more of a supporting industry of the other planets, and was retooled by the New Macarthans once they arrived back into a war industry scenario. But it won't be as effective as a true Adeptus Mechanicus run forge world in this case.
Name: Alexander Atreides
Archetype: Renegade
Pride; Beauty
Disgrace: Destruction
Motivation: Violence
Characteristics:
- WS: 37
- BS: 42 + 10 (750 XP) = 52 (Adroit Bonus)
- S: 35 + 5 (250 XP) = 40
- T: 34
- AG: 39 + 10 (750 XP) = 49
- Int: 35 - 3 = 32
- Per: 37
- WP 34 - 4 = 30
- Fel: 32
- Inf: 32 + 2 + 2 = 36
Skills: Athletics, Awareness, Dodge, Dodge +10, Parry, Scholastic Lore (Tactica Imperialis), Common Lore (War, Tech, Imperium), Operate (Surface), Intimidate, Stealth, Stealth +20 (850 XP), Tech Use, Linguistics (Low Gothic), Trade (Armourer)
Talents/Traits: The Quick and The Dead, Jaded, Quick Draw, Rapid Reload, Combat Sense, Marksman, Dead Eye (250 XP), Double Team, Hip Shooting, Cold Hearted (250 XP), Crack Shot (500 XP), Heightened Senses (Sight) (250 XP), Leap Up (250 XP), Lightning Reflexes (250 XP), Mighty Shot (750 XP), Paranoia (500 XP), Rapid Reaction (500 XP), Sharpshooter (500 XP), Target Selection (750 XP)
Gear: Common Quality Reaver Long Rifle (Omniscope, Silencer), Best Craftsmanship Lasgun, Best Craftsmanship Laspistol, Best Craftsmanship Chainsword, Common Quality Light Power Armor (Sustainable Power Source, magnetized boot soles, Vox link, Osmotic Gill Life Sustainer, Auto-senses (Careful Maintenance)) Carapace Armour, cameoline cloak, grav chute, medikit, dataslate with annotated version of Tactica Imperialis
Wounds: 12
Infamy Points: 3
Corruption Points: 15 + 5 (Violence) + 1 (Cold Hearted) = 21
Gifts of The Gods: Darksoul (Fear (1)), Projectile Attack
Psy Rating: 0
Psychic Powers: N/A
Alignment: Unaligned
Advances: Deadeye (250 XP), BS Advancements (750 XP), S Advancement (250 XP), AG Advancements (750 XP), Stealth Advancements (850 XP), Cold Hearted (250 XP), Crack Shot (500 XP), Heightened Senses (Sight) (250 XP), Leap Up (250 XP), Lightning Reflexes (250 XP), Mighty Shot (750 XP), Paranoia (500 XP), Rapid Reaction (500 XP), Sharpshooter (500 XP), Target Selection (750 XP)
Experience Total
Current: 7350 XP
Spent: 7,350 XP
Archetype: Renegade
Pride; Beauty
Disgrace: Destruction
Motivation: Violence
Characteristics:
- WS: 37
- BS: 42 + 10 (750 XP) = 52 (Adroit Bonus)
- S: 35 + 5 (250 XP) = 40
- T: 34
- AG: 39 + 10 (750 XP) = 49
- Int: 35 - 3 = 32
- Per: 37
- WP 34 - 4 = 30
- Fel: 32
- Inf: 32 + 2 + 2 = 36
Skills: Athletics, Awareness, Dodge, Dodge +10, Parry, Scholastic Lore (Tactica Imperialis), Common Lore (War, Tech, Imperium), Operate (Surface), Intimidate, Stealth, Stealth +20 (850 XP), Tech Use, Linguistics (Low Gothic), Trade (Armourer)
Talents/Traits: The Quick and The Dead, Jaded, Quick Draw, Rapid Reload, Combat Sense, Marksman, Dead Eye (250 XP), Double Team, Hip Shooting, Cold Hearted (250 XP), Crack Shot (500 XP), Heightened Senses (Sight) (250 XP), Leap Up (250 XP), Lightning Reflexes (250 XP), Mighty Shot (750 XP), Paranoia (500 XP), Rapid Reaction (500 XP), Sharpshooter (500 XP), Target Selection (750 XP)
Gear: Common Quality Reaver Long Rifle (Omniscope, Silencer), Best Craftsmanship Lasgun, Best Craftsmanship Laspistol, Best Craftsmanship Chainsword, Common Quality Light Power Armor (Sustainable Power Source, magnetized boot soles, Vox link, Osmotic Gill Life Sustainer, Auto-senses (Careful Maintenance)) Carapace Armour, cameoline cloak, grav chute, medikit, dataslate with annotated version of Tactica Imperialis
Wounds: 12
Infamy Points: 3
Corruption Points: 15 + 5 (Violence) + 1 (Cold Hearted) = 21
Gifts of The Gods: Darksoul (Fear (1)), Projectile Attack
Psy Rating: 0
Psychic Powers: N/A
Alignment: Unaligned
Advances: Deadeye (250 XP), BS Advancements (750 XP), S Advancement (250 XP), AG Advancements (750 XP), Stealth Advancements (850 XP), Cold Hearted (250 XP), Crack Shot (500 XP), Heightened Senses (Sight) (250 XP), Leap Up (250 XP), Lightning Reflexes (250 XP), Mighty Shot (750 XP), Paranoia (500 XP), Rapid Reaction (500 XP), Sharpshooter (500 XP), Target Selection (750 XP)
Experience Total
Current: 7350 XP
Spent: 7,350 XP
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