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7/7/2016 4:02:42 AM
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The tribune checks the sacrificial circle, following his gut.
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It was filled with blood and corpses. Many dark sacrifices had happened here. This place wasn't a place for the sane of mind. "Ooooh! Oh oh oh! There it is!" She runs into a cabin, out of sight. A distant [i]"My precious!"[/i] can be heard.
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He turned back to the last words quite concerned. Those were not the words of the sane.
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When the Tribune went to investigate, he saw that Ariel had already changed. She wore armour that was reminiscent of Aquila power armour, but fashioned in a much sleeker manner, as if build specifically for her. The parts were all advanced, never before seen, most likely constructed on Mars. It was extremely rare, almost legendary. It was constructed in an extremely advanced fashion. Her armour was ornated in an almost entirely golden set, reminiscent of what the emperor wore. Needless to say, it looked very, very regal. It fit her like a glove, matching her form perfectly. "Yessss! My good ol' gear!" She was as happy as a videogame character who had been taken away from his gear for a long time. I'm sure you know the feeling. She bended over into the big crate, which was covered with various stickers and emblems that the Tribune didn't recognize. This was a strange woman indeed. She seemed to be digging for something, shaking her rump rythmically to some tune as she searched.
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"Is it all there ma'am?"
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Ariel pulls out her equipment. A legendary heavy bolter of unique craftsmanship was the first item she took. It was coloured and marked with the symbols of the Blood Angels. It was covered in seals of purity, it must have been an old weapon. Yet it didn't look a day old. Another piece of equally stunning gear was a strange plasma/grav gun combi, crafted in white and gold colours. Then was the last bit of gear she had. And this one was particular above all else. It was a strange combination of a straight spear and a saw, the latter resting atop the spear, like some sort of staff handle. It was golden and light green, adorned by symbols of the Salamanders. On it's handle was a small scripture, written by Vulkan himself. Ariel made the whirligig saw roar as it spun faster than any chainsword, flames bursting all over the blade.
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"Amazing." He said admiring the craftsmanship and stepping close to it and her.
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"It's a unique piece of gear my bro made for me, way, way back. It's one of my most precious pieces."
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"Fantastic, it's simply fantastic. Could it be one of the few relics of Vulcan that the salamanders yet lack?"
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"It isn't. This one was crafted by Ferrus Manus with the help of Vulkan. It was made just for me. Nice gift, don't you think?"
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"Very." A legionary entered quickly and rendered a salute. "Sir, ma'am, we must leave quickly. There's a raid headed towards the general quarters."
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"Well, that's no good. We better go and help."
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"Indeed, lead the way."
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"Erm... I don't know where that place is. Mind leading the way, tribune?"
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He nodded assembled the the legionaries they marched towards general quarters, the tribune at the front.
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Ariel followed the Tribune closely as they made their way towards the quarters. "So... any idea what we're up against?"
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"Chaos."
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"As long as it isn't bugs..."
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"We've beaten them back quite some time ago." The legionnaires March at double time, and soon they arrive to the battle. Chaos space marines were attacking the main entrance of the general quarters. The forces there were holding but they weren't making headway.
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The small guard outfit had been taken by surprise, explaining the ineffective defense they had been putting up, until reinforcements had arrived.
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The legionnaires form ranks and fire lasspears and grenades into the attacking force, before drawing force swords and charging the enemy in force.
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Turns out the chaos assault was a lot denser than initially believed. They had good cover and were hard to reach, causing a quite literal killzone in front of them, reaching them for melee would be nearly impossible.
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The legionnaires were attacking from the rear, (should have specified that.) causing panic in the ranks of chaos. The people of the general quarters rallied at the arrival of fresh troops to defend the gate, not legionnaires, but one of the other guard units.
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The panic was there, but the deeper ranks were alerted to the assault and had prepared. (So the current layout is in a three-way zone. You're attacking from the southwest corridor, and the chaos is assaulting the south gate, which is to the current north of them.) Performing a rapid battlefield rotation, the ranks of long range units swapped places with Khorne berzerkers, who didn't hesitate to attack the legionnaires in melee, and with overwhelming strength. The battle had, for now, stabilized again for the chaos assault, as the majority of their reinforcements were coming from the southeast corridor. Even with someone like Ariel with them, the battle was difficult. However, things quickly began to change as the chaos forces were now being attacked from their reinforcement corridor, cutting them off into a less than fortunate position.
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The legionnaires were used to fighting the barbaric khornates. Their formation held under the assault, it being similar to what Suetonius used in Britannia to defeat Boudicca. The legionnaires rotated to keep the front line fresh and able to sustain the assault of the berserkers, whose weapons clattered against their shields.
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I don't know shit about how that battle went, but I can assume it wasn't against eight feet tall daemon-powered enhanced hulking supersoldiers in power armour. Compared to their sheer bulk and strength, the shields buckled. While the men fought with bravery, in a contest of pure strength they wouldn't last very long. Luckily, they wouldn't need to. With the mysterious assault from the rear, the Chaos troops had begun dwindling to a point where retreat was necessary. The sorcerer at the center of the formation opened a warp portal, allowing several of them to escape, leaving a few last heretics to be slaughtered.
