Eisenhorn

The Dark Gods Servants

Alexander Atreides wasted no time in tailing the Warpsmith into the tunnels, noting their rather unkind layout. Multiple offshoots, all of which would rather easily be an ambush if one did not tread with care. Such a thing he did not expect the others to even remotely begin to be able to approach with any sort of dignity or success. So he moved around the slow moving, lumbering mess of bionics and flesh to move ahead, rifle at the ready in case he indeed found any sort of trouble, and what happened he did not quite expect to happen again in his personal experiences. It was always a strange thing when two forces slip past one another, without ever being aware of the other, a strange thing he would rather not have had happen again in his lifetime.

The Warpsmith, for lack of better terminology, was getting his bionic arse handed to him. Fancy warp powers and bionics didn't seem to help much, now did they? Atreides would keep his rifle and skill over all that fancy tech and sorcery, thank you very much. Raising his rifle, he took careful aim and put his first shot in the skull of the nearest of the two Skitarii forces, which hit and looked like it did damage, but for all it mattered, Atreides couldn't see much damage having been done from the shot. Stubborn, durable creatures they seemed to be, and his second round caught the same Skitarii in the arm, and now they finally deigned to realize he was indeed firing on them from his vantage position. Not like they could really do much, they were engaged in melee by other foes, which provided them no cover.

The one Skitarii fell to the ground, finally dead, and Atreides turned to fire on the other one, round also finding its mark and hitting the skitarii cleanly as well, causing damage and creating an opening that allowed the servitor to finally bring the final one down. The Warpsmith had nearly died, which was a shame, since he had to share the loot from the dead Skitarii now. So that made it a three way split instead of a two way one, as he reloaded his rifle and stored the empty magazine for later reloading, he stalked over to the corpse, listening and simply nodding his agreement with moving the bodies for later. The eyes looked useful, but beyond that and a combi tool he snagged, there was little that did the sniper any good to try and lay claim to personally.

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Alexander Atreides silently picked his way through the rubble of the crumbled and ruined Imperial defenses, the Warpsmith having more than broken their wills, while the officer's death had only hastened such things. He had indeed picked up on the message that the Traitor Marine had broadcasted, since his own suit's built in vox was perfectly functioning and operational, and noted some of the equipment he had set aside. He walked over to the equipment, noting several grav chutes and claimed one for himself, rigging it on under his cloak for now, it wouldn't be doing him much good until he needed to get somewhere fast, the expressway down type of fast. A useful piece of tech, really, and one that he figured it wouldn't hurt to have. Better in his hands than those of some fool or a Stormtrooper, for that matter. But, the remaining chutes were of no concern to him now, as he turned and followed after the Traitor Marine, opting to draw his laspistol for these corridors, instead of potentially wasting his rifle ammo on worthless foes.

Sure enough, they found fleeing arsmen and rates, which the Marine wasted no time laying into with his knife, carving them apart and charging through them. Alexander kept to the shadows, only picking off those that seemed to try and organize their peers, or had a real means of harming or, in his case, viably discovering him. Of course the slaughter was quick, easy, and over as fast. Which was not much of a shame, this kind of clean up fighting had no real interest for a hunter, he preferred foes that strutted about all high and mighty, full of themselves. They made right proper kills, and were worth the figurative notch on his rifle. But these fools were not, dying en masse to the knife and laspistol, when the latter needed to be used, while the former cleaned up rather nicely, and saved ammo for both of them. Good, that suited the renegade just fine, more rounds for real targets then.

Alexander examined his surroundings again as he entered the medical wing behind the Marine, as he spoke and worked on turning the fool imperial to Tzeentch. More power to them, the renegade figured, might make their jobs easier or harder, depending on what that Lord of Lies considered doing. But that was the Marine's business, and while the renegade did consider having these wounded executed, he had not the means or time to do so, so he left them to be dealt with by the oncoming Chaos horde. Probaby would have begged him to shoot them, if they knew what was storming this ship as the medical personnel worked to save their lives. Alexander readied his rifle rather than his pistol, following a bit behind the Marine, flitting from shadow to shadow, determined to avoid detection and get the drop on whatever fools they were coming after, even if the Marine blew it. Oh well, he would live regardless of his fate, so with that thought, he tailed the Warpsmith, scanning his surroundings constantly, rifle at the ready and wired, expecting something to go wrong at the drop of a dime right now.

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Alexander Atreides had kept to the shadows, lurking and watching as the crush of battle was met between the forces of Chaos and the Imperial forces, watching them clash and the key figures on both sides engaging in their actions, the Imperial forces routing even as their leadership tried to rally them. He smirked under his helmet, Reaver Long Rifle cradled in his arms as he scanned the fighting from his hidden firing position, having been watching for any special targets worth picking off. As the fighting swung around, he spotted an officer rallying the Imperials into falling back towards defensive position, and well, that would simply not do at all. Not one bit, the renegade sniper decided, he would have to do something about this man right now, regardless of the plans others in the fighting had for the man.

Alexander calmly raised his rifle, settling his sights on the officer rallying the enemy forces and zeroing in the scope, the scope settling on target, and with a trigger squeeze, the rifle whispered rather than bark, silencer muffling the shot as it was discharged and sent hurtling right towards the Imperial officer. The poor sod didn't even have a chance to react or move, the round slamming clean into his neck and slaying the man without a chance to react, sending him hurtling to the ground, utterly dead before he even had a chance to land, and the renegade sniper smirked under his helmet, keeping low and not moving from his position, looking for the next target in the enemy forces, looking for another high value target that would further destabilize the enemy lines and actions, so their numbers would not do them any good in the fight. Cut off the head, and the beast will die, it was simple as that.

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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.

Werewolf: The Last Pack (WWTA, WOD) [Sheets]

And here is Demyan Rudolf, his description is included in the CS.

Werewolf: The Last Pack

Hmm, seems interesting, you can count me in.

Shadowrun Neo Tokyo 4th Ed

I'll probably be rolling with a melee orientated street samurai, probably.

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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.

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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.