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5/20/2016 4:24:13 PM
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[i][b]White and red. The colours of Bracheous' armour. The colours had collided in a brilliant pattern befitting of only an Astares' armour, which is exactly what he was: A White Scars Space Marine, of a fallen successor chapter that kept the armour and name.
He awoke with a great pain in his head, due to the grueling feeling of amnesia that came over him: Where was he? Who was he? Why was he here? All questions he had, but he didn't have the time to answer them himself. He pulled his body upwards and eventually onto his feet, the armour clashing with the dirt of the floor. Bracheous scoured the room he was in: Empty entirely, save for the Chainsword and Bolter Pistol he had to either side of him. [/b][/i]
"Where... Am I?"
[i][b]Bracheous' tone was filled with curiosity, and an underlying tone that displayed confusion, but he would never allow himself to show it. He scrambled over to the Bolter and popped the magazine out, before he inspected it: Six bullets rested inside, a fair number to him. And so he approached the Chainsword and grabbed the hilt with pleasure. That same weapon had been used to cut down so many before him, and so he hoped that he could use it in the God-Emperors name again. [/b][/i]
"This place... What is it?"
((Open I guess, character introduction.))
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The grim vessel creaked and hummed ominously as it traveled to space. Although he was no psyker, the Marine could definitely tell that this place was home to the trickery of the warp... that chaos proliferated here. This place was hostile... yet he also had a feeling that he wasn't alone. Not in the threatening way, however. Something, a gut feeling, perhaps, told him that other forces of the Imperium were present.
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"Imperium- I've got to find them." [i][b]Bracheous exclaimed to himself only. The White Scars Marine started to exit the room he was contained in, the door just large enough for him to exit the vessel. The long stretch of the hall he entered was mostly barren, but he didn't mind. Best part of your successor chapter being dead: You grow accustomed to the silence. And so he scouted, looking for more Imperium people. [/b][/i]
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Quickly, he felt a dark presence. Or rather, he could smell it. Adamantium slathered in blood. The anger, the violence, he could feel the evil that roamed ahead. Battle was imminent.
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"Emperor guide my hands." [i][b]Bracheous simply asked to his God, saying it like he was a monk praying in a monastery. His Bolter was halfway raised, pointing at the ground before him, while his Chainsword rests to his side, also pointed outwards. As he progressed further, he could feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Normally, you could tell what you were fighting, but now you wouldn't be able to tell. And so he kicked the door open, his Bolter raised and aimed in front of him. [/b][/i]
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As he approached the room, he could hear the sounds of battle coming from the other side. As he kicked the door, he saw two things. On one side of the room, a small group of Ultramarines were fighting back against the second thing: chaos Marines. Many of them.
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[spoiler]ultramarines will win due to plot Armor 5000.[/spoiler]
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"You damned heretics!" [i][b]Bracheous shouted across the room upon seeing the sight. He knew what was going to happen if he didn't intervene: The Ultramarines would be outnumbered and wiped out if he couldn't step in. And so he raised his Bolter Pistol at the crowd of Chaos Marines, and he started to fire the shells as he ran to the front lines, his Chainsword raised above his head, where he could swing it down on a Chaos Marine. [/b][/i]
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This unpredicted new arrival was exactly what the Ultramarines needed. With the warp infested ranks destabilized, the Marines undertook a clever tactic. The ranks of Devastators would cover the tactical marines as they moved to flank the forces of chaos, and succeed. The evil marines now lay in shreds, destroyed. The Ultramarines honour guards took a moment to rest, regaining their energy. Meanwhile, [url=http://i.imgur.com/1R0nJE9.jpg]their captain[/url] approached the White Scars marine. [i]"We are thankful of your arrival, Battle-Brother. We would surely have been stuck here for mucb longer without it."[/i]
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"Well, my Battle-Brothers were pinned, it was my duty to assist you. So I take it you are of the Ultramarine chapter? It's been a while since I've been able to see a friendly face, so I need to confirm."
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[i]"Indeed we are, White Scars brother. We were transported to this place along with our Primarch, but we have all been separated. The troops you see here are merely a fraction of us, the rest are still to be discovered..."[/i]
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"Well please allow me to introduce myself: I am Bracheous Beranteus, a member of the White Scars. Not the famed ones of the 31st millennium mind you, but instead a successor chapter that had fallen decades ago, sadly." [b][i]Bracheous responded, allowing himself to speak in a tone that conveyed the utmost respect for the Captain before him. [/i][/b]
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[i]"I see. Well, it matters not what fate has befallen your chapter: you still bear the lightning bolt on your shoulder, the sign of a white scar. And that's all I need to recognize foe or friend. Especially in such a predicament..."[/i]
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"Speaking of our predicament, would you be so kind as to explain to me what is happening? I woke up only moments ago, and heard the fighting."
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[i]"We ourselves aren't too sure... we emerged from the teleportation to here, and are unaware of how we got to this place, or who or what brought us here..."[/i]
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"Ah, well then... We're at war with the Chaos now, what's the status on the Imperium foothold against them? Or have we fallen so low as to ally with them while we're here?"
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[i]"I do not know myself, brother. We hae still yet to find anyone, you are the only other imperial presence we know of."[/i]
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"Well, then I highly suggest that we gain a foothold in this place. They're your men though, so what do you suggest I do to help?"
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[i]"Stay by our side as we search for imperial assistance. It is better for us to stay together in this accursed place."[/i]
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"Alright, you have my sword." [i][b]Bracheous responded, bringing his Chainsword to a more prepared position at his side. Something about the weapon calmed him in the ship, as if he was at peace when he gripped the hilt in his hands. [/b][/i]
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He nods. [i]"Company! We move out!"[/i] The group stands up, gathering their equipment and preparing to move out. They then walked into a dark hallways, weapons ready to face whatever horrors awaited them.
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Edited by JayTea: 5/20/2016 10:36:39 PM[i][b]Bracheous had loaded his Bolter just before they left, and he followed them through the ship, watching out for any horrors that wished to prey on them. [/b][/i]
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[i]"We came here with our Primarch, Lord Guilliman. Sadly, we were separated. We do not know where he currently is, but our task at this moment is to find him."[/i]
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"Well I'm sure he's going to turn up soon, just have to keep your spirits high."
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[i]"After having lost him for thousands of years, we aren't about to lose him again, not in this place. Emperor willing, we will find him. And then, we shall discover what is truly happening in this place."[/i]
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"Whatever it is, it can't be good at all. I suspect that there are going to be far more Chaos entities unfortunately, as that couldn't have been the only ones."
