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6/14/2016 10:22:51 PM
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The battle brother was in a most dire environment. Alone, in a hostile ship, with most likely chaos spawns... Although he knew no fear, he wasn't stupid. He needed people to fight with.
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And that was just the thing he was searching for; civilization, people, possible allies. So he continued, his ice blue eyes systematically scanning the hall as he walked, his Bolter at the ready, his Chainsword silently growling as the teeth slowly moved along the blade.
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As he descended carefully down the hallways, he spotted a dreaded sign. The sigil of Tzeentch. It seems that cultists of the twisted change god were about. Either he could try and avoid them, or dispense holy retribution.
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He growls something under his breath, his hold on the Bolter tightening. He moved himself to the wall, pressing his back against it as he started to creep closer, ready to purge, purge, and purge some more. For the Emperor.
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The cultists were deep into their dark worships, an eerie aura of blue surrounded everything. Seems they hadn't noticed him as of yet. He still had the advantage of surprise.
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He lines his Bolter up with one of the cultist's center of mass as he crept a little closer. Then, he pulled the trigger, the bolt leaving the barrel with a bright flash, piercing the cultist's chest, and exploding inside; leaving a gaping hole. Then, his Chainsword starts to roar, the teeth speeding up until it was no longer visible, and he started swinging it at the remaining cultists, simultaneously leaping at them, screaming, "FOOOOR THE EMPEROR!" [spoiler]Stereotype on point? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]quite so.[/spoiler] His bold move did take this group by surprise, but it alerted the rest of the cultists. They stood at a far range, taking shots at him with las pistols, bolt pistols and plasma guns.
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[spoiler]Yay. More stereotype. [/spoiler] "PURGE THE UNCLEAN!" He yells with his deep, rumbling voice as he opens fire on the ground, simultaneously starting to charge at them with a zip zag pattern.
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As he moved, a bolt of warp magic struck him in the chest, dealing a great pain. Sorcerers had come out, and were casting magical attacks on him. He was being attacked by many different things at once, charging forth would surely get him killed.
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He growls, starting to back off while his eyes quickly scanned the room for any cover. He focused his fire on the sorceresses, the growling of his Chainsword going silent. He wasn't going to run. Not yet, at least.
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With their continued fire, they would most likely kill him. But then, a roaring boom was heard in the room, like a jump-pack going off. Suddenly, the attention of the cultists was turned away momentarily, they were split between fighting him and the unknown other...
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He used this opportunity to run back to the mangled corpses of the dead cultists, and very quickly managed to toss them on top of each other, making a make shift piece of cover for him. Now that he was crouching behind it, he swiftly started to reload, loading another magazine of explosive bolts into his Bolter.
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Screams of pain came from the camp as explosions came off. Whoever this thing was, it was doing a lot of damage. It was drawing a lot of attention too.
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He quickly assesses the damage done to his Power Armour, grumbling a couple of curses. He, once he has decided that it wasn't [i]that[/i] bad even though it probably was, kicked the corpses out of the way, his chainsword roaring as be revvs it to, simultaneously charging the cultists again.
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The... the cultists were gone. Strange. Distant combat could be heard fading out.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/14/2016 11:24:53 PMHe comes to a stop, deciding not to chase the gunfire. He walks to a nearby wall and sits down against it, now inspecting his suit with more care.
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Suddenly, a figure soared through the air from the camp, landing close to but not too close from the Black Templar. The figure's armour, or at least the parts of it that were armour, were clad in a slightly dirty and creaked white. The other parts of its body were... well, they were skin. Dragon skin, it seemed. It's scales were a deep shade of green, like it's wings. In one hand, the being wielded a chaos maul that glowed with powerful energy, while in the other hand, the figure wielded a melta gun. [i]"You there. The space marine. Before you lash out in a fit of zeal, I am not your enemy."[/i]
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[spoiler]Finally found the pic again. [/spoiler] By the time the figure had spoken, the Black Templar's Bolter was raised and aimed at the... thing's head; his trigger finger being curled around the trigger, though he didn't fire just yet. It would be stupid, to shoot something that just annihilated an entire group of cultists. He then spoke, with a tone of distrust, "A Warp spawn that isn't my enemy? That's a first."
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[i]"You'll find that this place is full of firsts. And my brethren aren't like the other warp spawns."[/i] The being spoke with truth in its calm voice.
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"What do you mean with 'your brethren'? What group do you belong to?" He seemed to calm down a teeny tiny bit, though he remained distrustful.
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[i]"I belong to the Jade Dragons."[/i]
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"Jade Dragons, eh...? Name doesn't ring a bell..." He rests his head back against the wall, his arm holding the Bolter slowly lowering to his side. "Mind telling me why you came in and kicked some cultist ass?"
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[i]"Because our god, Noiratrom, former son of the Emperor, is on a war against the Chaos Gods. And our orders are to weaken their presence wherever we can."[/i]
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"Now [i]that[/i]... Is the strangest damn thing I've heard so far in my life. Beings of the warp - the Chaos, being ordered to weaken the Chaos. But if it means that we got an ally on our side..."
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[i]"If you wish to understand our motivations further, I am certain one of our priests will be very happy to teach you. But for now, let us focus on getting you to safety."[/i]
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He pushes against the wall with his elbows, pushing himself away from it while he gets up, groaning quietly. "Do you know any... 'safe havens'? Because I've been walking for who knows how long..."
