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A lot of things happened very abruptly, and none of them were strictly speaking a good thing for the ork. Watching as faction after faction came storming forth from every conceivable position, the shaman found himself awestruck with the whole situation. Watching as more and more figures, wrapped in power armor and freely firing off bolter rounds came storming in, first from behind the two he'd meant to engage and then from a ship that appeared from the warp, only for a huge man to come rushing from behind with the sounds of a tyranid horde following, Urgrugg was stunned. It was as though Gork himself had planned some grand masterpiece of combat to unfold upon this otherwise dull space hulk.
Planting his feet, Urgrugg reached out for the power of the warp. The hole punched into the materium by the warp drive gave him ample supply to draw from. His first instinct was to engage, to throw himself into the midst of glorious combat and feel the glee of carnage and slaughter as he dealt out death and destruction to all that lay before him. With the surge of power he felt, the strength that he knew Mork would grant him if he should throw reason to the wind and fight, the ork would be like a force of nature given sentience among the foolish mortals that filled the room before him. As he reached out with his power to take hold of the veil, that he could rend it asunder to be the start to his rampage, he hesitated.
Something-the ork, as ever, knew not what-made him stop. A tug at the back of his mind stole his attention from his intent, diverting his thoughts from their course of unadulterated devastation. Some small voice spoke out, a calm amidst the whirlwind of his thoughts, and yet deafening with its few words. 'Then what happens?'
The question was, of course, insane. Not the actual question itself, but that it existed within his mind at all. Any other ork would never have that thought cross their mind in the presence of such a great fight to begin with. In fact, nothing would cross their mind at all, save the 'Waaagh!' of their warcry as they rush to engage. Yet, here he was, staying his hand and holding back the floodgates of the energy he could unleash. Urgrugg found himself in this position often, almost frustratingly so, and not once had he simply let the thought pass. Ever since he began having those thought, he did not, could not, simply let them pass.
As his eyes shot sparks that left black trails of charred flesh around the rims of his eyes, as his clothes flew around in a windstorm that didn't exist, the air around him humming with energy, he waited, and watched. His ally, if the magus was that much, was seemingly trying to open a door, but showed no signs of success. The marine in purple armor had jumped to cover, and was currently under fire. The other, the one in the strange armor, appeared to be wounded. Both of them were still alive, though, and that was important. Though why they were there was unknown to him, the sudden appearance of the newest set of power-armored humans was drawing fire away from where Urgrugg intended to go.
Looking around, a smile crept across his face as the shaman found what he sought. Finally ready, he unleashed his power, and it was all too eager to comply. Instead of the great blast of destruction that it had originally been intended to unleash, a powerful spell escaped his lips to fold it to another, though no less awesome feat. With a great cacophony of rending metal and falling debris, an unseen force ripped a massive away a massive sheet of the foot-thick bulkhead Urgrugg had hid behind before. With a grunt of effort, he sent the huge wall flying through the air, throwing extra force behind it so it rammed against the floor, embedding feet into the solid metal, creating a barrier ten feet high and nearly fifteen long between the two marines and the rest of the battle that was going on.
A few of the sisters, seeing it, had tried to rush forward to continue to engage. Four had made the attempt, three had failed, and the fourth's head rolled across the floor, the rest of her crushed under the massive piece of metal. Now cut off from the battle, Urgrugg rushed forward, using his orkish strength to heft the techmarine over his shoulder, running towards the door. Along the way, he yelled for the other marine to follow him, the barrier he had made providing ample cover until one of the factions decided to disengage and flank to either side of it.
As he was running, he felt the last of the warp energy leave him. It had been no small effort to control that much energy, and while his biology enabled him to continue, he knew the toll would be steep. Though, as he ran, the exhaustion he was expecting did not come over him. His body did not feel heavy, nor were his footsteps slow. Usually, by now he'd feel sluggish, and move as though walking through pudding after such a massive expenditure of power. This time was different, though. If anything, he felt lighter, especially on his right...
"Where'z muh Bleedin' arm?!" bellowed the furious ork in his native tongue, looking down at the bleeding stump that only moments before had been his right arm. Looking back, he saw it, or he thought that was it. It was burnt, shriveled, almost like it had been sheared off his shoulder only to be struck by lightning. Stopping, he turned back briefly enough to grab it, then continued forward. He had no idea how he would go about fixing it, or even if he could. In either case, he wasn't leaving something that important behind. Suddenly remembering, he turned back again to pick up the techmarine he'd dropped to pick up the limb, though with considerably more difficulty this time, then continued towards the door.
Planting his feet, Urgrugg reached out for the power of the warp. The hole punched into the materium by the warp drive gave him ample supply to draw from. His first instinct was to engage, to throw himself into the midst of glorious combat and feel the glee of carnage and slaughter as he dealt out death and destruction to all that lay before him. With the surge of power he felt, the strength that he knew Mork would grant him if he should throw reason to the wind and fight, the ork would be like a force of nature given sentience among the foolish mortals that filled the room before him. As he reached out with his power to take hold of the veil, that he could rend it asunder to be the start to his rampage, he hesitated.
Something-the ork, as ever, knew not what-made him stop. A tug at the back of his mind stole his attention from his intent, diverting his thoughts from their course of unadulterated devastation. Some small voice spoke out, a calm amidst the whirlwind of his thoughts, and yet deafening with its few words. 'Then what happens?'
The question was, of course, insane. Not the actual question itself, but that it existed within his mind at all. Any other ork would never have that thought cross their mind in the presence of such a great fight to begin with. In fact, nothing would cross their mind at all, save the 'Waaagh!' of their warcry as they rush to engage. Yet, here he was, staying his hand and holding back the floodgates of the energy he could unleash. Urgrugg found himself in this position often, almost frustratingly so, and not once had he simply let the thought pass. Ever since he began having those thought, he did not, could not, simply let them pass.
As his eyes shot sparks that left black trails of charred flesh around the rims of his eyes, as his clothes flew around in a windstorm that didn't exist, the air around him humming with energy, he waited, and watched. His ally, if the magus was that much, was seemingly trying to open a door, but showed no signs of success. The marine in purple armor had jumped to cover, and was currently under fire. The other, the one in the strange armor, appeared to be wounded. Both of them were still alive, though, and that was important. Though why they were there was unknown to him, the sudden appearance of the newest set of power-armored humans was drawing fire away from where Urgrugg intended to go.
Looking around, a smile crept across his face as the shaman found what he sought. Finally ready, he unleashed his power, and it was all too eager to comply. Instead of the great blast of destruction that it had originally been intended to unleash, a powerful spell escaped his lips to fold it to another, though no less awesome feat. With a great cacophony of rending metal and falling debris, an unseen force ripped a massive away a massive sheet of the foot-thick bulkhead Urgrugg had hid behind before. With a grunt of effort, he sent the huge wall flying through the air, throwing extra force behind it so it rammed against the floor, embedding feet into the solid metal, creating a barrier ten feet high and nearly fifteen long between the two marines and the rest of the battle that was going on.
A few of the sisters, seeing it, had tried to rush forward to continue to engage. Four had made the attempt, three had failed, and the fourth's head rolled across the floor, the rest of her crushed under the massive piece of metal. Now cut off from the battle, Urgrugg rushed forward, using his orkish strength to heft the techmarine over his shoulder, running towards the door. Along the way, he yelled for the other marine to follow him, the barrier he had made providing ample cover until one of the factions decided to disengage and flank to either side of it.
As he was running, he felt the last of the warp energy leave him. It had been no small effort to control that much energy, and while his biology enabled him to continue, he knew the toll would be steep. Though, as he ran, the exhaustion he was expecting did not come over him. His body did not feel heavy, nor were his footsteps slow. Usually, by now he'd feel sluggish, and move as though walking through pudding after such a massive expenditure of power. This time was different, though. If anything, he felt lighter, especially on his right...
"Where'z muh Bleedin' arm?!" bellowed the furious ork in his native tongue, looking down at the bleeding stump that only moments before had been his right arm. Looking back, he saw it, or he thought that was it. It was burnt, shriveled, almost like it had been sheared off his shoulder only to be struck by lightning. Stopping, he turned back briefly enough to grab it, then continued forward. He had no idea how he would go about fixing it, or even if he could. In either case, he wasn't leaving something that important behind. Suddenly remembering, he turned back again to pick up the techmarine he'd dropped to pick up the limb, though with considerably more difficulty this time, then continued towards the door.
I am working on a post as well.
@Wraithblade6 They're from the Order of Our Martyred Lady, the same group that assaulted an Adeptus Terra scriptorum on the word of a single Inquisitor that they were mutants. The accusations turned out to be true, but that wasn't found out until After all the hundreds of scribes had been executed.
Currently, they are under the orders of a High Lord Inquisitor to 'neutralize' everything on the hulk, and your techmarine is standing next to one of the Emperor's Children, which are known as the chapter that went full-blown slaanesh cult on Terra during the siege of the imperial palace. Being as Dark Angels are now known as the chapter that drops everything to hunt traitors, especially their own fallen, and the tech marine isn't currently shoving his plasma torch into somewhere unpleasant on/in Vedius... well, Sisters are up there with Black Templar when it comes to slaying enemies of the empire.
So, yea... probably want to run from the scary nuns with flame throwers.
Currently, they are under the orders of a High Lord Inquisitor to 'neutralize' everything on the hulk, and your techmarine is standing next to one of the Emperor's Children, which are known as the chapter that went full-blown slaanesh cult on Terra during the siege of the imperial palace. Being as Dark Angels are now known as the chapter that drops everything to hunt traitors, especially their own fallen, and the tech marine isn't currently shoving his plasma torch into somewhere unpleasant on/in Vedius... well, Sisters are up there with Black Templar when it comes to slaying enemies of the empire.
So, yea... probably want to run from the scary nuns with flame throwers.
I say we mutiny if our demands aren't met within 48 hours. Who's with me?
@Ulstermann Like Klomster mentioned, the idea is that the group is working together against the other forces present on/near the hulk. One of those forces happens to be the imperial navy. So, making a character loyal to the imperium, while doable, will be difficult to pull off while still being part of the core group.
That said, if you intend to play a guard sergeant, I feel it should be noted that you likely won't have much of a presence in combat amidst this group. Especially in close quarters fighting which, in a space hulk, is very common.
With two space marines in the group, a bullgryn, and an ork, Joe-guardsmen doesn't have a lot to level the playing field.
That said, if you intend to play a guard sergeant, I feel it should be noted that you likely won't have much of a presence in combat amidst this group. Especially in close quarters fighting which, in a space hulk, is very common.
With two space marines in the group, a bullgryn, and an ork, Joe-guardsmen doesn't have a lot to level the playing field.
Well, I suppose this brings it back to my turn, unless @Jbcool is wanting to post.
@Jbcool Yea, it'd be the second one.
As Urgrugg turned the corner, he was met with a cascade of surprises. First, he discovered that what he'd been tracking was a space marine, but in very unusual looking armor. He had basically nothing by way of knowledge about the various chapters, so the symbols and color of the armor told him nothing at all. The second surprise was a very sudden and very bright light turning on and shining directly into his eyes. Accustomed as he was to the dark of the hulk, this blinded the ork, causing him to real back. Finally, he heard something that sounded like gunfire, but of a magnitude he'd never encountered.
When the first bolter round struck his chest, it hit him hard. The marine had aimed for the ork's center of mass, which was by no means a small target, and true to form he'd hit his mark. Luckily for Urgrugg, though, the marine had aimed at the one spot on his body with any sort of protection on it. As the rounds slammed into his chest, they left deep dents in the thick armor plate wrapped around his torso. Alone, that would have been enough to knock him down. The explosions that followed each hit threw him backwards, making him land about a foot back.
Once he felt himself on the ground, the ork quickly rolled to one side, putting a large chunk of hull between himself and the armored marine. Looking around, he saw the mist that told him his newest 'ally' was more worried about running than making a counter attack. Though, when Urgrugg heard another set of armored footsteps approach, accompanied by further firepower and a battle cry, he quickly decided engaging might not be the best idea after all. If nothing else, there was no telling how many allies the marines had coming, and more than likely it was several.
Taking a moment to concentrate, Urgrugg quickly opened his mind to his surroundings. As he expected, there was a significant number of life forms headed their way, and coming from behind the marines. He couldn't tell how many, or even really how far away they were beyond 'behind the two marines.' However, he was only able to tell that much because of the stark contrast between the two warriors and what was coming from behind them. Urgrugg realized quite quickly, the things coming were not there to aid the marines. If anything, they were coming to feast on the bodies of the old battle field. That, and everything else in the large room.
Gritting his teeth, the ork made a decision. If he was going to make it off this hulk, he would need allies. As had just been proven, his current company would be no help in a fight. That meant making nice with things that would. As he let out a ragged cough, heavily laced with blood, Urgrugg knew that he had found just such a potential ally.
Once more, Urgrugg reached out to the warp. Gathering energy, he felt the loose fabric of his clothes begin to flutter with the sounds of wind coming from seemingly nowhere. His eyes crackling with raw power, he stood, forming the energy he had drawn out into a ball of flame, which floated in his open palm. He waited for just a moment, chanting a spell to contain the powerful sphere he held in his hand, until he heard what he'd been waiting for. As the door behind the marines opened, and a dozen or so mutants began charging in behind them with weapons draw, the ork stepped back out of cover.
Throwing his hand out, he willed the flaming sphere forward. Shooting past the marines, it slammed against the chest of the lead mutant. When it struck it erupted, turning into a massive ball of swirling fire. The hungry warp flame grabbed at every bit of exposed skin, latched tightly to each and every piece of cloth and hair, eating away any unprotected source of fuel for its immense heat. When the flame finally cleared, there were maybe four of the original dozen of mutants left. Each was badly burned, and the bodies of their allies laid around them, smoldering on the ground. The four that were left, though, were larger than the others. Each had at least one extra limb, and growths that looked like insect chitin covered small patches of their bodies. All four wielded some large tool, such as a sledge hammer or a shovel. From the looks of things, they were all still ready to fight.
When the first bolter round struck his chest, it hit him hard. The marine had aimed for the ork's center of mass, which was by no means a small target, and true to form he'd hit his mark. Luckily for Urgrugg, though, the marine had aimed at the one spot on his body with any sort of protection on it. As the rounds slammed into his chest, they left deep dents in the thick armor plate wrapped around his torso. Alone, that would have been enough to knock him down. The explosions that followed each hit threw him backwards, making him land about a foot back.
Once he felt himself on the ground, the ork quickly rolled to one side, putting a large chunk of hull between himself and the armored marine. Looking around, he saw the mist that told him his newest 'ally' was more worried about running than making a counter attack. Though, when Urgrugg heard another set of armored footsteps approach, accompanied by further firepower and a battle cry, he quickly decided engaging might not be the best idea after all. If nothing else, there was no telling how many allies the marines had coming, and more than likely it was several.
Taking a moment to concentrate, Urgrugg quickly opened his mind to his surroundings. As he expected, there was a significant number of life forms headed their way, and coming from behind the marines. He couldn't tell how many, or even really how far away they were beyond 'behind the two marines.' However, he was only able to tell that much because of the stark contrast between the two warriors and what was coming from behind them. Urgrugg realized quite quickly, the things coming were not there to aid the marines. If anything, they were coming to feast on the bodies of the old battle field. That, and everything else in the large room.
Gritting his teeth, the ork made a decision. If he was going to make it off this hulk, he would need allies. As had just been proven, his current company would be no help in a fight. That meant making nice with things that would. As he let out a ragged cough, heavily laced with blood, Urgrugg knew that he had found just such a potential ally.
Once more, Urgrugg reached out to the warp. Gathering energy, he felt the loose fabric of his clothes begin to flutter with the sounds of wind coming from seemingly nowhere. His eyes crackling with raw power, he stood, forming the energy he had drawn out into a ball of flame, which floated in his open palm. He waited for just a moment, chanting a spell to contain the powerful sphere he held in his hand, until he heard what he'd been waiting for. As the door behind the marines opened, and a dozen or so mutants began charging in behind them with weapons draw, the ork stepped back out of cover.
Throwing his hand out, he willed the flaming sphere forward. Shooting past the marines, it slammed against the chest of the lead mutant. When it struck it erupted, turning into a massive ball of swirling fire. The hungry warp flame grabbed at every bit of exposed skin, latched tightly to each and every piece of cloth and hair, eating away any unprotected source of fuel for its immense heat. When the flame finally cleared, there were maybe four of the original dozen of mutants left. Each was badly burned, and the bodies of their allies laid around them, smoldering on the ground. The four that were left, though, were larger than the others. Each had at least one extra limb, and growths that looked like insect chitin covered small patches of their bodies. All four wielded some large tool, such as a sledge hammer or a shovel. From the looks of things, they were all still ready to fight.
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