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After doing some additional information, I discovered that Librarians of the Dark Angels don't use Divination. Hence, Remus Day has had his speciality altered to Interromancy.
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After doing some additional information, I discovered that Librarians of the Dark Angels don't use Divination. Hence, Remus Day has had his speciality altered to Interromancy.
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@Wraithblade6
As Mithias fought his way past the Hormogaunts, employing his superhuman strength and reflexes, he found himself driven into a corner. It almost appeared as if he was being herded, the creatures specifically targetting him and cutting off his escape route. Several seemed to happily sacrifice their lives for this cause, cutting him off from any potential allies even as they jumped in the path of attacks. With the difficulty he'd had dealing with even a single vampire, he found himself inevitably forced away, towards through a door into the back area of the peace convent, where refreshments and spare bow-ties were stored. It was rather strange, rolling backwards over a plate of delicate pink cupcakes to avoid a blast of acid blasted from what appeared to be a biological gun grafted to the arms of one of these things. The acid ate through the tablecloth and table, leaving the delicacies a most distasteful smoking goo. Dashing past a table of various alcohol-free drinks he found himself standing on a small landing strip. In front of him stood a tiny Imperium ship painted in the grey-and-white pattern of the Grey Knights, and bearing Kaldor's insignia. Clearly this was the ship he had used to arrive, although he had not retreated in this direction, seeming to possess no intention of retreating.
Of course, as he moved in, the creatures instantly retreated. They were unwilling to approach the ship for unwilling reasons, instead holding Mithias in this area, and preventing others from coming to his aid. Although as Mithias looked back at the ship, he would come to the conclusion that it wasn't the ship they were avoiding.
On the hood sat a single figure, casually leaning back over the windshield with hands behind his head. He smiled down, bright red eyes glowing up slightly. The smile looked almost genuinely kind, although his eyes betrayed a more sinister intention. To most he would merely look human. A kid of maybe 18 years old, with short scruffy hair and a green school uniform. He wasn't particularly strongly built, and wasn't particularly dangerous-looking. But Mithias noticed things others wouldn't. He noticed the lack of breathing, the complete silence that indicated death. Slight hint of fangs behind the smile, and the particular shape of the eyes. The way he moved his head, a grace and economy of motion similar to that of a predator. This person was a vampire, and a powerful one at that. He seemed to be surrounded by an aura of power, an almost physical force pushing at him. Mithias felt a strange and ridiculous urge to kneel, or bow, an almost instinctive recognition of vampiric royalty.
"So, is this what our race has come to? Servants of fools?" The figure looked down at Mithias disapprovingly, seeming to gaze right through his flesh and into his soul. This figure bore himself like Gabriel, a vamp who just knew he was better than the rest. He even smiled in a similar way, the crazy grin of a mad god. "It appears that my kin in other realms truly are weak. Tell me. What is your name? Answer well, and I may yet let you live."
@Gentlemanvaultboy
XD
Wraith, according to her statements, has some way for you guys to survive. So hey, let's see what happens, yeah?
XD
Wraith, according to her statements, has some way for you guys to survive. So hey, let's see what happens, yeah?
@Flamelord [@Pirrouette]
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- Viral -
@Gentlemanvaultboy @Nightknight @Wraithblade6 @Absolis @supertinyking
Amidst the extensive fighting and screaming occurring around Enki's feet, Cyano was just another technicoloured dot among a blur of faces and bright lights. Her voice was lost in the din, and Viral was unlikely to take notice of her even if he'd been aware of her. Nothing about her belied the abilities she possessed, making her just another of many fighters, if one with a particularly large ego. He did, however, almost step on her as Enki shifted position.
The beam had charged up, the baleful red light casting stark shadows across the battlefield. "This is the fate of those who oppose me." With those words, Viral fired the weapon of mass destruction. A beam of light tore across the battlefield in front of Enki, as a moment later massive explosions erupted from it's path. The entire area Firebrand, Ozo and Damien had been in was devoured in a massive red orb of an explosion, a powerful plasma-based explosion that would disintegrate all that it struck. Buildings were ripped asunder, collapsing as vast portions of them spontaneously vanished. Nothing was left in the blast area, all life eradicated. If anyone had survived, they had done so by escaping at the nick of time. Regardless, it would appear as if the group had been erased.
Slowly, the massive mech turned back towards the scene around it's legs, as it stomped down on the last of the undead. There was a moment of silence. The demonstration of power had brought a halt to any fighting, and most likely even Cyano would have taken a moment to appraise the damage dealt by the attack. "The Alliance are worthless. The Imperium is worthless. The Goa'Uld are worthless." The words were spat out, as if the names left a bad taste on the tongue. "None are worthy of conquering this world. Mere humans with delusions of grandeur, weeds left to grow in the absence of the gardener. I am here to show them their place. Any who wish to follow me are free to. I am in need of troops, so I grant amnesty to those who made the foolish decision of turning against me in the heat of battle. Any who refuse are free to an honourable death." Faced with such a choice, few were willing to lay down their lives.
Sighing, Viral lay back in his chair. He could feel the curse subsiding, as his body returned to normal. That had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit, to himself most of all. But once more he had dealt with all in front of him. Dirty humans resorting to dirty tactics, because they had nothing else. Soon he would march on this source of information he had heard of, and begin establishing his dominance in this world. He would keep the more loyal elements of his army, and filter out the fools. He would form an army willing to follow him to the end, and he would lead them against the foolish factions that fought over this world. At that moment, had it not been for Cyano, he would have turned and marched away. But undoubtedly, the grumpy scientist would feel the need to intervene, having been ignored up until now.
@Supertinyking
Martin's call had not gone unheard among the forces of the Imperium. With Kaldor Draigo momentarily unavailable, the decision was brought to Azrael, current Commander General of the Spaceborn Military. A quick Auger check revealed that the origin point indeed contained technology foreign to this world. The possible severity of the situation merited a check, and it was not within enemy territory. A dispatch was approved by Azrael personally, as the great battleships hovering over Arcadia prepared the old tried-and-true strategy of Steel Rain. The troops were armed and armoured up, and made their way into several drop pods. These pods were fired through the atmosphere of Arcadia, like high-powered and highly accurate missiles. They launched for thousands of killometers, streaking a trail of fire across the sky, shooting stars of war that would be all too familiar to the Alliance and Outliners, who had seen them previously employed.
Eventually the drop pods crashed into one of the many cities of Switzerland. They avoided the exact origin of the coordinates, unwilling to accidentally squash the person sending it (or their house), instead smashing through a number of nearby office towers. They came to a rest lodged into the ground in a square, although there wasn't much left but rubble and dust when the three pods opened up. Slowly they emerged, two squads of Tactical Marines, and one squad of Devastator Marines. They had come prepared for anything, completely ignoring the 'unarmed' statement. If the sender was an ally, they would happily cooperate. If not, they would make sure this information was taken by the Empire, and did not fall into enemy hands.
Squad Alpha, the Devastator squad, was a heavily equipped bunch. They were lead by Luitenant Adrian, wielding a Master-Crafted Multi-Melta, a powerful weapon that fired burst of high-powered plasma. The weapon had the same range as a non-heavy Bolter, but was well-known for melting through armour with ease. Of his squad mates, 3 carried Heavy Bolters, 1 carried a Missile Launcher, and 2 carried Lascannons. This was all long-range weaponry, mainly focused against anti-armour. Lascannon lasers were capable of firing incredibly high-powered lasers that would rip any armour apart instantly. The missile launcher carried both Krak and Frag Missiles, allowing for the versatility of anti-armour or anti-personell fire. They carried a set of Flashbang grenades to deter enemies from getting too close.
Squad Beta was the first of the two tactical squads. Their role was to scout ahead, and they were equipped for the task. Luitenant Amon was equipped with a Force Sword and Bolt Pistol, able to defend himself well in melee and at range. The weapon packed a lot of punch, but wasn't particularly effective against armour. Most of his squad-mates carried Bolters, but 2 carried Flamers. These powerful promethium-based weapons made the flamethrowers of earth look like mere lighters. The squad carried Melta Bombs, high-powered bombs that needed to be set on a target before use.
Squad Zeta was the second tactical squad deployed. Their role was to cover Beta, as well as deal with versatile enemies. They were more maneuverable than Alpha, and therefore could best cover the flanks of both other squads. Lead by Luitenant Drakon, who wielded a Master-Crafted Sniper Rifle. The others in the squad carried mostly Bolters, although two wielded Plasma Guns. They wielded standard Frag Grenades, anti-infantry fragmentation grenades.
The infantry was accompanied by a single Librarian, a man by the name of Remus Day. Wielding a Force Stave and Plasma Pistol, he wielded the Divination school of psychic ability. This would allow him to direct and assist his allies in battle. He hung back with Squad Alpha, assisting them at range while preserving himself.
After a brief role-call, Remus ordered the troops move forward. Moving from cover to cover, Squad Beta scouted forward for the two others as they advanced through the ruined city. Their target had certainly noticed their arrival, as they hadn't exactly been subtle. But it was no matter, as they could deal with anything in their way. Upon eventually arriving at the Station itself the squads prepared for battle. Alpha and Zeta set up their weaponry in a nearby abandoned building, preparing to fire on anything that seemed dangerous. Meanwhile, Squad Beta moved forward, slowly creeping towards the entrance of Space Station 13. Luitenant Amon warily looked around, before lowering his weapon and raising his voice. "We are the Dark Angels of the Space Marines, responding to a distress signal from this area. Identify yourself, as well as the nature of your distress. We do not wish to fight you, but we will if it proves necessary." Amon didn't state exactly what would be deemed 'necessary', but it was true he had no intention of fighting. This wasn't an assault mission, rather it was an investigation, and diplomacy was the preferred option.
Martin's call had not gone unheard among the forces of the Imperium. With Kaldor Draigo momentarily unavailable, the decision was brought to Azrael, current Commander General of the Spaceborn Military. A quick Auger check revealed that the origin point indeed contained technology foreign to this world. The possible severity of the situation merited a check, and it was not within enemy territory. A dispatch was approved by Azrael personally, as the great battleships hovering over Arcadia prepared the old tried-and-true strategy of Steel Rain. The troops were armed and armoured up, and made their way into several drop pods. These pods were fired through the atmosphere of Arcadia, like high-powered and highly accurate missiles. They launched for thousands of killometers, streaking a trail of fire across the sky, shooting stars of war that would be all too familiar to the Alliance and Outliners, who had seen them previously employed.
Eventually the drop pods crashed into one of the many cities of Switzerland. They avoided the exact origin of the coordinates, unwilling to accidentally squash the person sending it (or their house), instead smashing through a number of nearby office towers. They came to a rest lodged into the ground in a square, although there wasn't much left but rubble and dust when the three pods opened up. Slowly they emerged, two squads of Tactical Marines, and one squad of Devastator Marines. They had come prepared for anything, completely ignoring the 'unarmed' statement. If the sender was an ally, they would happily cooperate. If not, they would make sure this information was taken by the Empire, and did not fall into enemy hands.
Squad Alpha, the Devastator squad, was a heavily equipped bunch. They were lead by Luitenant Adrian, wielding a Master-Crafted Multi-Melta, a powerful weapon that fired burst of high-powered plasma. The weapon had the same range as a non-heavy Bolter, but was well-known for melting through armour with ease. Of his squad mates, 3 carried Heavy Bolters, 1 carried a Missile Launcher, and 2 carried Lascannons. This was all long-range weaponry, mainly focused against anti-armour. Lascannon lasers were capable of firing incredibly high-powered lasers that would rip any armour apart instantly. The missile launcher carried both Krak and Frag Missiles, allowing for the versatility of anti-armour or anti-personell fire. They carried a set of Flashbang grenades to deter enemies from getting too close.
Squad Beta was the first of the two tactical squads. Their role was to scout ahead, and they were equipped for the task. Luitenant Amon was equipped with a Force Sword and Bolt Pistol, able to defend himself well in melee and at range. The weapon packed a lot of punch, but wasn't particularly effective against armour. Most of his squad-mates carried Bolters, but 2 carried Flamers. These powerful promethium-based weapons made the flamethrowers of earth look like mere lighters. The squad carried Melta Bombs, high-powered bombs that needed to be set on a target before use.
Squad Zeta was the second tactical squad deployed. Their role was to cover Beta, as well as deal with versatile enemies. They were more maneuverable than Alpha, and therefore could best cover the flanks of both other squads. Lead by Luitenant Drakon, who wielded a Master-Crafted Sniper Rifle. The others in the squad carried mostly Bolters, although two wielded Plasma Guns. They wielded standard Frag Grenades, anti-infantry fragmentation grenades.
The infantry was accompanied by a single Librarian, a man by the name of Remus Day. Wielding a Force Stave and Plasma Pistol, he wielded the Divination school of psychic ability. This would allow him to direct and assist his allies in battle. He hung back with Squad Alpha, assisting them at range while preserving himself.
After a brief role-call, Remus ordered the troops move forward. Moving from cover to cover, Squad Beta scouted forward for the two others as they advanced through the ruined city. Their target had certainly noticed their arrival, as they hadn't exactly been subtle. But it was no matter, as they could deal with anything in their way. Upon eventually arriving at the Station itself the squads prepared for battle. Alpha and Zeta set up their weaponry in a nearby abandoned building, preparing to fire on anything that seemed dangerous. Meanwhile, Squad Beta moved forward, slowly creeping towards the entrance of Space Station 13. Luitenant Amon warily looked around, before lowering his weapon and raising his voice. "We are the Dark Angels of the Space Marines, responding to a distress signal from this area. Identify yourself, as well as the nature of your distress. We do not wish to fight you, but we will if it proves necessary." Amon didn't state exactly what would be deemed 'necessary', but it was true he had no intention of fighting. This wasn't an assault mission, rather it was an investigation, and diplomacy was the preferred option.
Lords of War:
@Flamelord
Well, let's just say that 'it was the Tyranids' is a boring story, no? There's more to this tale than meets the eye. But I hope you'll be able to have fun with your plans. Devious schemes are rather the Goa'Uld's MO, after all (together with immense arrogance and occasional plot-induced incompetence).
Well, let's just say that 'it was the Tyranids' is a boring story, no? There's more to this tale than meets the eye. But I hope you'll be able to have fun with your plans. Devious schemes are rather the Goa'Uld's MO, after all (together with immense arrogance and occasional plot-induced incompetence).
@supertinyking@Nightknight@Gentlemanvaultboy@Wraithblade6
Viral sneered as he slumped in his seat. He felt sickened, and not in a good way. His hands trembled, and his vision began to blur, as he felt the dark magic working on his body. A growl escaped from his lips as he glared through locks of blonde hair. This human would challenge him? Insult him? Face him, in such a despicably arrogant manner? This was unacceptable. The mech righted itself, as Viral spoke up. "You think you can simply-"
He never got to finish his sentence. With a rumbling bang the concrete holding up the gunman's left hand collapsed, aided by a series of flaming blasts. Normally Viral would have been able to right himself in midair, or halt his fall entirely, but he found himself slowed down, debilitated, his body hesitant to respond. Cursing he fell freely, slamming into the concrete below, flattening a number of the fighters. He lay among those who had once sworn loyalty to him, traitorous fools overwhelming the few who remained on his side. Fools, cowards, human scum the lot of them. Hissing, Enki slowly moved up, but Viral knew it wouldn't be enough. The person had implied a time limit with their statement, as if whatever was affecting him now would soon kill him. And while he was confident in the immortality that had been bestowed upon him, he could not afford to show weakness to these creatures. He was Viral, captain of the Human Extermination Forces. Perhaps it was time he acted like it.
Pain arched through his body, as he screamed out. His hand grasped a dagger, plunged into his shoulder. He could feel the blade scrape bone, and the sound filled his ears. Blood flowed down his shirt, agony turned his vision red. Darkness encroached on the edge of his vision. But he forced himself up, laughing. He was hatred, he was pain, he was death. As the pain chased away the nausea in his chest, and adrenaline pumped through his veins, he grinned, gripping the controls with both hands. "Allow me to show you your folly! I am Viral, representative of Lord Genome and the Spiral Empire! All who disobey will be erased from existence!" With this cry, Enki seemed to spasm, before shooting up into the sky.
With a dexterity physically impossible in a robot of such size, Enki landed on on hand, spinning in some kind of ridiculous breakdancing move. One massive metal leg slammed into the build, ripping through stone and concrete with devastating ease. The entire tower toppled, crashing to the ground and carrying any on it downwards at high speed. Debris showered the battlefield, wiping out a significant section, which Viral had deemed filled mostly with traitors. Flipping out of the move with ease and grace, the Mech drew a massive pair of black katana, and swung through the Alliance army. One slice left a batallion of tanks in ruin, a kick exploded a smaller battle mech. A blast of electricity from Mortarius was blocked by the blade, which touched the earth to ground the lightning. Retaliation was swift, as Enki launched a nearby armoured troop truck in his direction at a high enough speed to leave him and his general area in ruin. In moments, the commander ripped his way through most of the Alliance forces, and still he was ready to deal with any threat from the remaining player forces, who might have survived the fall one way or another. This was Viral fighting seriously, putting his all into it, and as he fought a baleful red glow began to appear. An image that served as a dark omen to any who knew of it's power. In moment, he would erase most of the battlefield with that beam, along with anyone who dared oppose him any longer. Even some of the hardened Alliance troops dropped their weapons at the sight, refusing to sacrifice their life meaninglessly.
"Come then! Face me, humans! I will show you true combat!"
Viral sneered as he slumped in his seat. He felt sickened, and not in a good way. His hands trembled, and his vision began to blur, as he felt the dark magic working on his body. A growl escaped from his lips as he glared through locks of blonde hair. This human would challenge him? Insult him? Face him, in such a despicably arrogant manner? This was unacceptable. The mech righted itself, as Viral spoke up. "You think you can simply-"
He never got to finish his sentence. With a rumbling bang the concrete holding up the gunman's left hand collapsed, aided by a series of flaming blasts. Normally Viral would have been able to right himself in midair, or halt his fall entirely, but he found himself slowed down, debilitated, his body hesitant to respond. Cursing he fell freely, slamming into the concrete below, flattening a number of the fighters. He lay among those who had once sworn loyalty to him, traitorous fools overwhelming the few who remained on his side. Fools, cowards, human scum the lot of them. Hissing, Enki slowly moved up, but Viral knew it wouldn't be enough. The person had implied a time limit with their statement, as if whatever was affecting him now would soon kill him. And while he was confident in the immortality that had been bestowed upon him, he could not afford to show weakness to these creatures. He was Viral, captain of the Human Extermination Forces. Perhaps it was time he acted like it.
Pain arched through his body, as he screamed out. His hand grasped a dagger, plunged into his shoulder. He could feel the blade scrape bone, and the sound filled his ears. Blood flowed down his shirt, agony turned his vision red. Darkness encroached on the edge of his vision. But he forced himself up, laughing. He was hatred, he was pain, he was death. As the pain chased away the nausea in his chest, and adrenaline pumped through his veins, he grinned, gripping the controls with both hands. "Allow me to show you your folly! I am Viral, representative of Lord Genome and the Spiral Empire! All who disobey will be erased from existence!" With this cry, Enki seemed to spasm, before shooting up into the sky.
With a dexterity physically impossible in a robot of such size, Enki landed on on hand, spinning in some kind of ridiculous breakdancing move. One massive metal leg slammed into the build, ripping through stone and concrete with devastating ease. The entire tower toppled, crashing to the ground and carrying any on it downwards at high speed. Debris showered the battlefield, wiping out a significant section, which Viral had deemed filled mostly with traitors. Flipping out of the move with ease and grace, the Mech drew a massive pair of black katana, and swung through the Alliance army. One slice left a batallion of tanks in ruin, a kick exploded a smaller battle mech. A blast of electricity from Mortarius was blocked by the blade, which touched the earth to ground the lightning. Retaliation was swift, as Enki launched a nearby armoured troop truck in his direction at a high enough speed to leave him and his general area in ruin. In moments, the commander ripped his way through most of the Alliance forces, and still he was ready to deal with any threat from the remaining player forces, who might have survived the fall one way or another. This was Viral fighting seriously, putting his all into it, and as he fought a baleful red glow began to appear. An image that served as a dark omen to any who knew of it's power. In moment, he would erase most of the battlefield with that beam, along with anyone who dared oppose him any longer. Even some of the hardened Alliance troops dropped their weapons at the sight, refusing to sacrifice their life meaninglessly.
"Come then! Face me, humans! I will show you true combat!"
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