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Ansgar was listening to the discussion going on regarding what warband the traitor marines belonged to. While the Kriegsman had encountered numerous and varied traitor forces before his assignment to the retinue, these Word Bearers were not among them. They fought no where near as savagely as the red and brass colored Traitor Astartes that his regiment had encountered in the past, though their name was similar sounding. Still, dead traitors were dead traitors, and the Grenadier knew full well the odds of besting them in single combat was slim for a mere human, let alone multiples. His divided attention was then caught by the tech heretic as she spoke on the matter of the gate that had been built. Continuing to sweep the perimeter they had secured with his weapon, the Skitarii having moved into positions that would allow them to efficiently sweep and cover the area, he remarked rather calmly despite the injuries he had sustained. "The mercenary is right, as is the psyker to a degree. A gate of this size and power, capable of corrupting the hallowed ground a Cathedral is built on, would warrant unusually precise ritual and corruption."

The one Skitarii moved to Ansgar's position, relieving him so he could focus on the planning at hand. Normally, the Krieger wouldn't have accepted that sort of relief, but he was of more use sharing what he had learned through hard experience over staring down a dark tunnel. Doubly so, considering the Skitarii were augmented for such difficulty conditions. "This is the second time I've encountered scheming on this level, and the last time half succeeded in turned the planet into a Daemon controlled foothold on reality. Losing the planet to the warp is a more likely outcome than it is not. If this gate is anything like the last one, generally speaking, destroying the primary gate will cause it to cascade and collapse the network its connected to planet side. Sufficient explosives to collapse the physical gate would destabilize its connection to the immaterial, violently. It takes a mind of extremely cunning, heretical, but cunning thinking to put something of this magnitude together. Thank the Emperor it only takes a faithful soldier with high explosives to bring it crashing apart. Which, as the Psyker pointed out, would require manpower we do not currently possess for frontal assault." The way he ended that statement indicated that the Kriegsman might have an idea on how to proceed beyond that, but he didn't say at the moment. It wasn't his place to make plans or dictate the order of battle, all he was doing currently was providing what information he could, that was useful to the situation at hand.

It was a lot more than Ansgar was comfortable with, in terms of amount of words spoken, but it needed to be said. If his experiences in the Death Korp could serve here, then he would be remiss in holding any information that he was allowed to speak of back. At this point the Celestian joined them, speaking of scouting ahead and radioing in the local Guard forces for assistance. Coughing briefly to get her attention, partially due to the internal injuries if he was being honest, he spoke of his current opinion on the Guard surface side now. "An involved set up like this, beneath the very foundations of a major city's Cathedral, would not go unnoticed by competent forces. If this gate can call in Traitor Astartes in number, alongside such rampant mutation we have encountered, they have likely been working at this since before the Ork's arrival. If that is the case, the local forces are either inept, or compromised. The former, they are likely to die en mass to either Orks, should they breach the walls, or the Traitors when they rise up from beneath the city without accomplishing much. If they are in allegiance with the Traitors, then we are on our own with the threat of hostile air coverage and artillery should we surface within effective striking distance."

Ansgar lacked the advanced, integrated HUD that was being utilized by others in the retinue, having only what his eyes and senses showed him, which meant he did not know where they were beneath the city, or even how close they were to any sort of destination. Such was another of the differences between the power armored Sisters and Marines, versus the Guardsmen. It was frankly too cost inefficient to issue such gear to rank and file Guard, and even the Grenadiers of the Death Korp, stomrtroopers in almost every way but name (And grav chute training) did not receive such advanced wargear. Such considerations were for another time, however, for when the Celestian mentioned the psyker shouting some unknown name, the Krieger didn't overtly move. However his posture had subtly shifted none the less, instincts sensing a potential danger to the mission. Psykers shouting unknown names after shock and exposure to traitor forces never boded well, and the Kriegsman was ready to act should the need arise.
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How the tables have turned...



To doubt, one must first be doubted. It is the natural state of things.
Alright, consider it moved. I, too, should also work on the relationship chart sometime today.
I'll be posting tomorrow, no later than the evening.
Hmm, never really dabbled much in Asura, but from what I understand, they haven't gotten any nerfs, so probably.

I've messed about with a lot of alt character and the like, though my pride and joy remains with the Gunners.
Indeed, much more of a Launcher personally, but unfortunately he/she isn't quite as fitting.
Transferred over from the Int. Check.

Voss





The last few days had been far too energetic for Voss' personal taste, if anyone had ever bothered to ask his opinion on the matter. Between the mercenaries finally declaring open war, which the Shaman had little time to point out he had been claiming would happen for quite some time now, and proceeding to attempt to slow down their assaults towards the capitol, Voss had been a busy man. Add in being tasked with securing and keeping an eye on Romilda's cell once he had arrived, he had no time to be in the throne room. As of right now though, he was retreating from the walls on orders to reinforce said throne room. The word of Commander Ansovald's betrayal had reached surviving forces within the castle, and Voss knew full well that Romilda would be a target. It was at that point he had excused himself, much to the annoyance of the few others still there, and departed for the cells. "This is why you do not trust a mercenary. They are bandits under official sponsorship..."

To be fair, Voss wasn't fond of any sort of physical altercations, but that came with the territory of being a Shaman in the field of war as much as it was personal choice. Regardless, he had little trouble locating the path some of the invaders had taken. First of all, it wasn't the fact there was bodies or trouble, rather, it was the complete lack of such. There was a suspicious lack of any sort of trouble or even troop movement, and considering that one fool priest who had been trying to 'save' Romilda, there would be at least some signs of movement or activity. Yet, nothing, and Voss silently sighed, preparing his Flux tome as he strode forward. Fortune willing, the intruders in question would either be distracted or few in number. But, an obligation was an obligation, and from what he understood, no one deserved to fall into the hands of Jehanna. Take into account what Romilda had been studying, and employing as well, and he understood more older heads concern over her capture.

Voss found himself approaching an open doorway, knowing full well the unknown waiting for him outside the jail cells. Pausing briefly out of sight, he inhaled and exhaled, steeling himself. There was a great deal to do, and not a great deal of time to do it in, and from the sounds of it, someone was trying a brute force approach to the cell. Now that was just rude, and he needed to step in. Wearing a calm, focused expression, Voss turned the corner and entered the hallway with the holding cells. Sure enough, there was a handful of hostile members of some mercenary guild or another. A handful of dead men of Grado, including that Priest he had mused on earlier, lay dead as well. Narrowing his eyes briefly, he settled his gaze on the man hammering away at the cell door to Romilda. "That will be quite enough of that!"

Voss had raised his voice, letting it carry, standing squarely in the entryway that the Jehannan forces had used to enter not too long ago. The Shaman knew full well he had to act, but he scanned the situation as his comment would no doubt garner attention from the sellswords. Firstly, the thief laying all but comatose on the ground had discovered, the hard way, the cell door was protected. Good, it was always pleasing to see a plan come together. There were men moving away from him, perhaps intercepting other forces, perhaps securing the hallway, but it gave him some room to work. The leader, a spare soldier, and the cursed thief were equally close. "It never ceases to amaze me how ignorant some of you are. A man attempts to open a door he is not welcome to, and has his will stripped from him. Yet, you go hammering away like a mindless beast, and making a gods awful amount of noise at that."

The Grado Shaman stood ready, there was a fair bit of distance, more than he could readily cast from, but it gave him time to gauge how the enemies would react. He only had his own natural senses to rely on right now, unaware of the stones that let the approaching party see his arrival onto the field, as it were. His awareness of them as of yet was also unlikely, as his attention was on the immediate threat and task. As for right now, he had to gauge how the opponent was going to react to his arrival and act accordingly from there. After all, they obviously couldn't flee through the throne room and their other exit was now blocked. Time to see what these cornered rats would do now, Voss mused, watching them closely with Flux at the ready. He was going to save Nosferatu for when he really needed it, which might be sooner than he would like depending on how badly rushed he might get.


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TODAY :O!




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