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5/20/2016 9:39:52 PM
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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."
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[i]"I doubt it as well. We can only assume the worst with this place, and stay on our toes."[/i] One of the marines stepped up to the captain. [i]"Brother-Captain, the motion tracker is sensing heavy activity in the vicinity. We should accelerate our pace."[/i] [i]"Understood, brother. Let us make haste."[/i] The squad sped up, their armours clanking.
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[b][i]This was more what Bracheous was accustomed to: Mobility. He knew he was good with his hit-and-run style combat, but he didn't know how it would fare when the Ultramarines were with him. And so he hastily strides down the halls with the band of them. [/i][/b]
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As they ran, they encountered a pack of tyranids. The alien beasts howled, charging them. [i]"Contact!"[/i] The marines opened fire as they ran, the captain was already raising his power fist.
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"Damned 'Nids!" [i][b]Bracheous shouted. The White Scar had ran to one side of the fight and charged the front line, firing his way across the battlefield. One of the foul creatures got closer than he had liked, but his Chainsword and Bolter Pistol had taken care of it. [/b][/i]
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Quickly enough, the group of marines had torn through the Tyranid ambush, stepping into their yellow blood, not slowing down for anything.
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"That was... Unpleasant to say the least." [i][b]Bracheous thought to himself, his Chainsword dripping a sickly yellow colour as he moved with the rest of the Astares. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Brother, what does the motion tracker say?"[/i] [i]"it seems we are moving away from the pack of Tyranids, Brother-Captain."[/i]
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"Out of the frying pan, into the fire." [b][i]The marine thought. Though he wasn't rightly optimistic inside right now, he still was willing to express that on the outside. [/i][/b]
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[i]"Sir! More movement! Although... IFF Tags read as friendly. Imperial forces."[/i] [i]"Still, keep on your guard, brothers. We may be in trouble."[/i]
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"Imperials? Please, let these guys not try to gun us down, or be newly turned Heretics." [i][b]Bracheous said to himself, not in his head this time around. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Right around the corner, captain!"[/i] As they turned the corner, they ran nose-to-nose with a patrol of Tempestus Scions, of the 7th Baltic Manticores regiment. The fearless soldiers aimed their hellguns at the marines for a moment, lowering their weapons upon recognizing their brothers in arms.
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[i][b]Instinctively, Bracheous had his Bolter raised to the troops for a brief moment, but lowered it upon realizing whom they were. [/b][/i]"Hello." [i][b]He simply said after a moment, breaking the extended silence. [/b][/i]
