Candy Cane Elf
AdvancedJ3lly@jbeil@Andreyich@Kratesis@BCTheEntity
'Inquisitor, are you hurt?'
Kliment peered up from where he had found himself, and up...and up...apparently it was the overly large Hospitaller that had found him; as he looked up at the armoured Amazon, all he could think – ignoring the pain in his bruised but not missing arm – was that he must truly be blessed by the God-Emperor.
“No, Sister Christina,” he said, deliberately using her name even in the heat of battle, “my armour took the brunt of the explosive blast, Emperor be praised, we need to get mov-”
The explosion a mere few feet away was enough to catch the attention of the Emperor's powerful servant, the older man struggling to rise and watching with a look of disgust as their former attackers now sought to realign themselves with the world around them, the twin grenades having landed dead centre and scattered them thoroughly.
Unnoticed, at least by Kliment, was that the heavy stubber had ceased its constant barrage...and that the elevator door beyond the now disjointed squad of heretical Stormtroopers had opened.
Streaming from the entranceway were figures bearing the Aquila upon their flak, lasguns held ready in their hands and bayonets affixed, soldiers of the Athegan Twenty-Seventh by the looks of them – a senior and veteran regiment of Guardsmen, their uniforms of resplendent purple showing clearly beside the drab and dull uniforms of the unbelieving PDF troopers and their more heavily armed support.
After them came a singular squad - almost identical in appearance to those that had about to launch another missile in the direction of the Emperor's holy daughters – their Hellguns cutting down those adversaries that tried to resist. In the middle of the half-a-dozen elite fighters was a slender but powerful man, a las-pistol held in one hand and a cane helping to support him in the other. Though he moved slower than the rest, it was clear from his rod-straight back and keen eyes that he was no stranger to military service or warfare.
“Governor Heidric Von Behner,” breathed the Inquisitor as he took his place beside Alexa, “Sister, please be so kind as to gather what living prisoners you can and bring them to me. Get your fellows to help. By the Emperor's intervention and your skills as warriors, I believe this battle is won.”
Won it was, well and truly, the backbone of the heretics and renegades shattered into a thousand pieces and the arrival onto the platform of the Governor, and the remainder of the Sororitas, only solidifying the 'victory'.
All there was to do now was regroup, consolidate, and see what information could be gleaned from these traitors.
'Inquisitor, are you hurt?'
Kliment peered up from where he had found himself, and up...and up...apparently it was the overly large Hospitaller that had found him; as he looked up at the armoured Amazon, all he could think – ignoring the pain in his bruised but not missing arm – was that he must truly be blessed by the God-Emperor.
“No, Sister Christina,” he said, deliberately using her name even in the heat of battle, “my armour took the brunt of the explosive blast, Emperor be praised, we need to get mov-”
The explosion a mere few feet away was enough to catch the attention of the Emperor's powerful servant, the older man struggling to rise and watching with a look of disgust as their former attackers now sought to realign themselves with the world around them, the twin grenades having landed dead centre and scattered them thoroughly.
Unnoticed, at least by Kliment, was that the heavy stubber had ceased its constant barrage...and that the elevator door beyond the now disjointed squad of heretical Stormtroopers had opened.
Streaming from the entranceway were figures bearing the Aquila upon their flak, lasguns held ready in their hands and bayonets affixed, soldiers of the Athegan Twenty-Seventh by the looks of them – a senior and veteran regiment of Guardsmen, their uniforms of resplendent purple showing clearly beside the drab and dull uniforms of the unbelieving PDF troopers and their more heavily armed support.
After them came a singular squad - almost identical in appearance to those that had about to launch another missile in the direction of the Emperor's holy daughters – their Hellguns cutting down those adversaries that tried to resist. In the middle of the half-a-dozen elite fighters was a slender but powerful man, a las-pistol held in one hand and a cane helping to support him in the other. Though he moved slower than the rest, it was clear from his rod-straight back and keen eyes that he was no stranger to military service or warfare.
“Governor Heidric Von Behner,” breathed the Inquisitor as he took his place beside Alexa, “Sister, please be so kind as to gather what living prisoners you can and bring them to me. Get your fellows to help. By the Emperor's intervention and your skills as warriors, I believe this battle is won.”
Won it was, well and truly, the backbone of the heretics and renegades shattered into a thousand pieces and the arrival onto the platform of the Governor, and the remainder of the Sororitas, only solidifying the 'victory'.
All there was to do now was regroup, consolidate, and see what information could be gleaned from these traitors.