Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

Emperor forbid life in the grim, dark future ever be boring! ^_^

@Rithy

Ball's in your court, make things interesting for ol' Stukov!

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov was not consciously aware of how the others were progressing, blitzing through the corridors and reaching a foyer guarded by quite a few mutated Cultists and daemonettes. Skidding to a halt, he snapped his rifle up as the world continued to move in slow motion, almost painfully slow as he placed the sights of his autogun on the first cultist's head, willing the weapon to cycle faster in hopes that it would. Whether it did work or not, it seemed to catch up with him, cycling at his pace as the rounds flew through the air, crackling with sapphire, eldritch energy from being accelerated beyond their natural speed. The daemonettes were moving at normal speed but the cultists were scythed down in short order, and an empty clip hit the deckplates as the first daemonette reached him, and he ducked its whipped appendage, slamming the bayonet into its stomach and tearing upwards, roaring in defiance of what was in his mind a lost battle, since he had not registered it wasn't just adrenaline kicking in, coupled with a flat denial of becoming something he could not fathom. The roar scattered the remaining few daemonettes, a raw psychic scream injuring the Armsman's vocal cords and leaving him barely able to whisper, unaware of the twin lines of blood running down his face from his eyes as the blue flames finally extinguished.

Stukov was hurting, overextended and injured from both previous experiences and what transpired in the basement, but there was work to be done. A singular purpose, a clarity of mind, in that regard, the cultist leader was to be slain, and this den of evil sealed and cleared. And he would see it done, regardless of whether the rest of the retinue and the Inquisitor would catch up or not. He was certain heretical sorcery bound his throat, limiting his speech, but he did not need to speak to do his job. Moving up to the door, he coughed hard, wheezing at the end of the coughing fit, wiping the blood off on his coat before putting a boot to the door and throwing a concussion grenade in, waiting for the detonation and shockwave before moving in, coat billowing as he brought the rifle up, sweeping the room and aiming it towards the cultist leader. He paused, waiting for that one last trick that Chaos ever so loved to pull out of their sleeves, scanning his surroundings to ensure that he wasn't missing something he could readily detect. He said nothing, or he couldn't be heard, but he would fire within a few moments if nothing prevented that from occurring.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Hah, great, just to make life more interesting, yes?

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I'm going to give @Andromedai a chance to post before I do, just as a heads up so it doesn't seem like I poofed or anything.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov didn't hear the rest of the retinue over the perceived din of weapons fire, instead moving into the room and ducking a cultist weapon, jamming the bayonet into the offending heretics gut before twisting and slashing out, disembowling the cultist with one smooth, practiced motion before drawing his sidearm and putting a round through his skull, firing rounds at the lead Cultist as he fled through a back curtain from his autogun as it clicked empty, narrowly missing the cloaked heretic. The silence finally fell as he reloaded, the empty magazine hitting the ground with an empty, echoing in the sudden silence as it finally hit him that it was dead silent, and he glanced back seeing both Smiles and Sis in the doorway, turning back towards the curtain, talking with an old authoritative voice, clearly falling into his old ways of leading a charge instead of stringing along after others. "Welcome to the party ladies. Cultists are a certainty, and considering the silence and state of that ritual, daemons are here or on the way. The leader, at least one of them, is running, try and keep up."

About that point a Daemonette came twirling out from behind the curtain, making almost no sound as she came out of the corridor that was behind the curtain, and the same direction that the cultist leader had fled. Most Imperial Servants typically panicked when faced with daemons, for most institutes did not face the threat, active or not, of daemons on a daily basis. Armsman were one such institute within the Imperium of Man that faced such beings and were expected to succeed. Well, against mortal followers of Chaos and all who threatened the Imperial Navy, technically, but daemons fell into that group. And Stukov had faced his fair share of daemons in the past, and with a grim expression he ducked the clab like appendage on her leading left hand, parrying the thin bone blade extending from her right wrist with his bayonet and shoulder checking the daemonette sideways into one of the heavy machines, creating distance and barking out orders, autogun only lifted in time to catch the rebounding daemonette as she tried to gut the senior Armsman. "Scratch that, daemons are here. Keeping up is all the more important, since...BASTARD!"

That explicative was a by product of being grazed by the daemonette's claw, as he barely kept up a defensive pace against the daemon, the close fight giving no room for ranged support from the others. Considering the echoing, haunting laughs and increased volume of unintelligible, base whispers, the warp was leaking into this basement readily now. Several more daemonettes leaped out after Smiles and Sis, seeing them both as far graver threats than the lone, outclassed Armsman that was being backed out of sight behind a piece of heavy machinery. However, several moments after being pushed out of sight a keening howl of a daemon slain was heard and the rapidly fading body of the daemonette hurtled into sight, and Stukov moved past in a blur, brilliant sapphire energy burning in his eyes as he tore out of sight, leaving barely a word behind as he ran after the cultist, moving inhumanly fast and completely unaware of it. He was also unaware of the fact that daemons were actively being drawn to this weak point in reality now, and it was only a matter of time before the basement inadvertently became a permanent gate to the Warp, a daemon gate to pour pure evil into the world. "Stay alive and catch up, sever the connection and the Daemons will fade."

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I'll have a post up in a few hours, tops.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Well, regardless, I'll still be here, sure as sure.

Protagonist Drop ~ Main Character Stories

Dunno if you missed it or not, but I did edit my characters powers. @TheHangedMan

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

@The Fated Fallen Your still welcome to post, as well as everyone else.

@Eisenhorn @Lionheart @Argetlam350 @Oak7ree @Demon Grave You guys can post freely, I'll be posting again soon.

@dead anime mom @AquaAzura You guy still interested?

@Apollosarcher

Gotcha gotcha.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

And so it begins, a new epic chapter of our tale: Saving Armsman Stukov!

@Rithy

Originally under the working title Oh Stukov, where art thou?