[b][u][i]Recently on Prison of Exiles![/i][/u][/b]
[spoiler]this will be a short recap of what happened with my characters and their situation.[/spoiler]
The Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, after meeting Inquisitor Ling, found his way to the Forgotten Arena. This massive room, spreading eight by eight Kilometers, was once used for battling titanic beings, all to the glory of the chaos gods. But it has been abandoned for ages, the defense systems long rusted away. It was home to an artificial flora and landscape, dead trees and black hills mark the arena with a varying terrain. In the middle of that terrian rests the Base of the Seventh Baltic Manticores regiment of Militarum Tempestus. The pride of the Imperial Guard. These soldiers were transported en masse to the ship, and none knows why... will of the Emperor? Evil scheme by the god of plots? Who truly knows? What remains is that these soldiers have made the best out of their unfortunate situation, and have assembled a mighty staging area in the hold. Mounting robust defenses, they are well protected against the warp spawns that ceaselessly attack their position. The Tempestor Prime, Lord-General Eleanor Lancaster, has learned from her scouts that a General Quarters exist within the ship, and that more Imperial forces are present there. The establishment of a route was critical.
Meanwhile, a group of Ultramarines elite troops has discovered one of their Battle-Brothers of the White Scars, by the name of Bracheous. Accompanying him, they encountered a patrol of Tempestus Scions of the Baltic Manticores, who brought the team back to their camp, but not before halting to make the discovery of a half conscious winged woman, who was supposedly recognized as Saint Agnes, of the Order of the Ebon Chalice. This mysterious woman is currently being taken care of by the medical specialists of the Manticores, while the Ultramarines were reunited with their primarchs.
Elsewhere, a patrol of Baltic Manticores have encountered a woman named Kat, battle-sister of the Void Wolves, who was suffering intense side effects from a Gene-Seed mutation. The wounded woman was escorted back to camp, where she is currently being watched over by the Tempestor Prime.
Meanwhile, near the General Quarters, The Supreme Warlord Godkillah wanders the ship, in search of loot, dakka, and anything else to obtain. While this ambulatory threat poses a danger of death to anyone in the vicinity, it might be convinced of forming an alliance of sorts... and whoever would wield the mighty warlord would find themselves in a most favorable position.
And finally, within the depths of the ship, Lord Noiratrom plots, gaining more and more power as his Legion of the Undying, the Sons of Chaos, grow in numbers. His plan to harvest the souls of his primarch brothers and gain their powers was going without hampering. He had already amassed the Soul of Lorgar, Primarch of the Word Bearers, and the wandering soul of Konrad Curze, of the Night Lords. His powers grew unchecked, and the number of those able to stand against him waned by the second, soon to reach a measly four, four deities...
[spoiler]open to those that wish to continue any encounters/side plots.[/spoiler]
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She was asleep.
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*Mortar waits outside until she wakes up*
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He would wait for a while. She was out cold. She wouldn't wake up for hours.
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Damn, I hate comas. I'm rarely in one... *Mortar searches through his sack for a certain fruit*
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[i]"Don't stick that shit inside me!"[/i] [b]Kat growled, laying on a medical cot as the lead medics attempted to stick various needles inside of her, containing either painkillers or other forms of drugs or solutions She hated syringes, something that always got to her was the small needles that served as a nozzle for them She growled, laying there and every now and then letting out a grunt or a moan from the pain of the mutations...[/b] [spoiler]open...?[/spoiler]
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[i]"Now now, Kat, he's just trying to do his job. There's no need to lose your patience."[/i] The Tempestor prime stood over her, arms crossed, in her armour. [i]"It's either the needle or the pills. You pick."[/i]
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[b]She growls [/b] [i]"Fine, stick the damn things in me!"[/i] [b]She laid there, waiting for the needles Once they where in, she tried not to slap them away again, letting them inject her with various needles[/b]
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One needle at a time, she barely felt any pain. [i]"see? Was that so bad?"[/i]
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[i]"Yeah yeah, and unicorns magically exist I hate needles"[/i] [b]She growls, moving to sit up right[/b]
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Edited by Shadlezz: 5/21/2016 9:27:11 PM[i]"Well, when you're done being childish, mind telling me what chapter you're from?"[/i]
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[b]She waves a hand at him[/b] [i]"Void Wolves"[/i] [b]She stands then, holding her head for a bit[/b]
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[spoiler]*her[/spoiler] [i]"do you know of anyone else in your chapter on this ship?"[/i]
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[i]"No, haven't encountered any others yet"[/i] [spoiler]ooos[/spoiler]
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[i]"Well then, that seems to be quite the pickle. What happened to you, back there, what was it?"[/i]
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[i]"I don't remember anything, besides who I am and my past How I got here, I can't remember, how to get it I've no idea What I do know, is something triggered gene mutations, It could have been any of the four my chapter is made from..."[/i]
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[i]"Four? Sounds like a lot."[/i]
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[i]"It is Normally one or two is dominant, Spce Wolf genes are mine, like the rest of my chapter My guess is Blood Ange is for some reason just now turning up, mutating for some reason as well..."[/i]
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[i]"sounds risky. Do you think there's any threat of you... I don't know, losing control and attacking the people on this base?"[/i]
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[i]"I'll be fine, I think It's happened before, but if I'm correct The way the mutations are going and effecting me, I'll be the 5th person in Chapter history to experience the unique mutations"[/i]
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[i]"Well, as long as it doesn't become a problem, there won't be any complications. If you want to regroup with the other Astartes, check barrack D."[/i]
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[i]"I'll wait a bit, God knows what else will happen Or if those pain killers and other shit you stuck in me will work"[/i]
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[i]"They will. They've worked before on other Astartes. A strong enough dose was enough to bring down an Ork."[/i]
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[i]"Then I'll just wait a while See if anything else happens"[/i]
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[i]"Alright. If you need anything, tell it to the doc."[/i]
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[b]She nods, sitting back down[/b]