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Post by coolyo294 on Apr 23, 2014 3:35:17 GMT
Korbin unhooked a frag grenade from his belt. He held the small black explosive up and looked at his sergeant.
"If we hit them while they're distracted with grenades we can wipe them all out quick. We're deep enough underground that the foe wouldn't hear the explosions. Your orders, sergeant?"
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Post by Dewin on Apr 23, 2014 18:25:14 GMT
Character: Moradius Location: Underground Situation: Snarking
"Yes, brother. let's detonate explosives in structurally unstable tunnel." Moradius said in sarcastic tone. "I am sure there is no way it could backfire"
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Post by Castiel on Apr 23, 2014 21:32:02 GMT
Character: Solaro Fereni Location: Sewers Situation: Tactical meeting
"That aside," Fereni added, inwardly grimacing at Moradius' lack of tact "We have no idea how many of these things there are down here, not to mention what else may be lurking in these tunnels. The sounds of gunfire and explosions will echo for a long way in this tunnel environment, possibly bringing thousands more of these things down on us or alerting an enemy patrol to our presence. We don't have time to get involved in a protracted engagement, so I suggest breaking their line as quietly as possible and pushing on through the tunnels. These things aren't very fast, so we should be able to lose them quickly in the dark. The shadows are our friend at this point in the mission. Besides, I see no point in wasting our lives trying to save a few mutants that the Inquisitors would just hunt down and execute anyway."
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Post by coolyo294 on Apr 24, 2014 3:34:20 GMT
"In case you haven't noticed brother, this is an outflow chamber designed to service an entire city. We would need heavier explosives than frag grenades to collapse it." Korbin said flatly to Mordius. "But Solaro is right. I had not considered that possibility."
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Post by Warork on Apr 24, 2014 6:04:09 GMT
Character: Sgt Valar Location: Sewer hub Situation: Teacher and Leader
If Sevran had a year for every stinking, two bid, backwater sewer he'd had to crawl through in his career, he'd have been as old as the Emperor himself. Each one smelled a little different. The worst had definitely been on that hive world...what was its name? He couldn't remember. Had it been the one that he'd stalked loxatl mercenaries down or the one he'd been chased by necron warriors down? On second thought, over the years, sewers tended to blend together. He tried to console himself with the knowledge that he'd been through so many as his gloved hand slipped on some century old shit stain caked on the wall he was hugging as he made his way down a narrow, dimly lit corridor. Just because this was the fastest way past the enemy defenses and into the city didn't mean the sergeant would enjoy it. But Sevran derived enjoyment from very little from anything these days; such was the life of service to the Emperor's Imperium.
As they came to the central hub of the sewer system somewhere under the city, they came out to a small culvert that was cut out of the side. Sevran grimaced at the sight that greeted them. Denizens of the sewers, no doubt having lived down here long before the archenemy came to this world, beset by shambling husks of what once were people of the city. Now, they were unwilling slaves to the dark gods or one in particular. Sevran had fought their kind several times across the stars and knew that their presence here boded ill for this venture. He recalled the stories about fifth company, the brothers of the chapter who never returned from the Scarus sector, having given their lives to fight the devotees of the father of decay.
Sevran drowned out the screams of the dying mutants ahead of him in the chamber as he crouched down next to his team and listened as each one in turn gave their opinions on how they should proceed. Korbin, true to form, suggested something straightforward. Moradius, also as usual, offered only his own form of biting criticisms. The marine in training was good at pointing out the flaws in things around of him but seldom proposed helpful advice himself. Lastly, Solaro, ever the forward thinker, suggested a more indirect route which was well enough, but it lacked a certain tenet that they needed to grasp in order to become the finest warriors in the galaxy one day.
"Good suggestions all." Sevran said simply as he looked on to the scene before him. " They all lack one thing that astartes must have, however. Patience. Raven Guard are the Emperor's shadow warriors and the shadow's way is to watch and wait for the right moment."
He paused, a long moment of silence falling between them all as Sevran took in the scene before him, the chamber and its details with his superhuman sight, the sounds that echoed off its walls with his prodigious hearing, and the smells...well...they were just as bad here as back in the tunnel. He was actually glad for them, they were masking whatever smell of death was emanating from the plague zombies ahead of them. In the time they took to wait and see what would happen, Sevran used his communication system to dial into a special channel that was to be used in only dire circumstances or if there was something about the mission that they encountered that company command needed to know about. The Plague of Unbelief qualified in his book.
"Banshee Prime, Banshee Prime come in, this is Blackbird, do you read?"
After a minute of conversation, Sevran cut the link, command had been advised but their mission remained unchanged. He gave the chamber another good hard look. The screaming had stopped and was replaced with the disgusting sounds of the plague born ripping the unfortunate but dead mutants apart. But his attention was not directed to the ground but rather to the walls around the circular chamber, his scouts looking on or looking up where he was, hoping to glimpse a hint of what he might be thinking.
"Lesson two." He said almost cheerfully. "The Raven Guard are few, we must be crafty in order to survive. A cunning warrior uses his environment to his advantage in a fight. Look at this chamber; it is old, older than the city above it, ancient. Its design is solid but precarious, can you tell me why?"
There was a long moment before one of them spoke up.
"The pillars." Said Scatha. Sevran nodded. He'd noted that the fiery scout usually let others do the talking but retained a quick moving mind; a marine of action in other words, which suited Sevran fine.
"Aye, this entire chamber is held up by these pillars." He panned his hand around the chamber, every several yards was a wide stone pillar which stretched from the ground to the pillar. Many of them had large cracks up the side of them and the domed ceiling also had large cracks running along it.
"Moradius was on to something, take down a few of them and this entire chamber will come with them I'd wager. I know we'd like to get out of here without stirring the nest but this lot wont disperse in time so here's what we'll do. Moradius, I want a krak missile about halfway up that pillar." Sevran pointed to the pillar directly across the chamber from them. "I'll put a melta bomb on one on this side and well take them out at the same time, with any luck, this entire chamber will crush this horde and they wont follow us. When that happens, we'll all toss grenades to disperse them and make for an exit with all due haste."
"Sounds risky, Brother Sergeant." Korbin said. Sevran looked at him.
"You're an astartes in training, scout, you're entire life is a calculated risk. Move out, we can't let this obstacle put us behind schedule."
In another minute, they were set up, Sevran heard a chorus of confirmations respond to his call for readiness. In his hand he held a remote detonator for the melta bomb which was attached to a pillar further down from the one he was hiding behind. Peaking his head around, he could see the slight forms of his scouts also taking cover behind others. In front of them, the plague born were beginning to fan out from the center of the chamber, it was now or never.
"Moradius, fire."
His confirmation of the order came in the form of a loud "whoosh" from the missile launcher that Moradius carried being fired. The missile streaking through the air over the heads of the hapless zombies before slamming into the pillar it had been aimed at. Sevran squeezed the trigger of the detonator simultaneously and felt the explosion of the melta bomb tear through air. He felt the red heat of it on his skin and the shock wave echo in his chest, the boom of it reverberate in his ears. It was followed by a debris cloud and then one of dust smoke, the explosions, as jarring as they were, paled in comparison to the chain reaction they started. Both pillars fell inwards into the chamber, their bulk making loud crashes as they crashed to the ground, they crushed plague ridden bodies underneath them with sickening ease.
The grenades came next, four of them lobbing frags into the midst of the plague born, four more explosions crumping through the chamber and throwing bodies left and right, the shambling masses caring little for the heavy weapons that were ripping through it.
"Go!" Sevran shouted as he jumped out from behind his pillar. Already above them the cracks in the ceiling and the ones in the other pillars were starting to widen and lengthen audibly. In mere moments large chunks of the ceiling were beginning to fall to the ground and by this time the horde was beginning to realize that others were in amongst them and many began moving towards the intruders with their shambling gait. As Sevran ran, he brought up his bolter and snapped off two rounds, blasting the heads from two plague born in his path as he ran towards the exit. More chunks fell from the ceiling, larger ones, pillars cracked and began to slide and tilt. This chamber was very quickly collapsing in on itself and the process felt like an earthquake.
Sevran was ahead of them all, about to pass through the archway that was the chamber exit, doing his best to keep his feet under him as the ground under him shook. A shadow fell over him and he was just quick enough to jump back from a large chunk of the concrete ceiling that crashed to the floor in a great cloud of dust and blocked the door. Sevran turned to see his other scouts gathered around him, now trapped, quite literally, between a rock and a hard place. Like the rest of them, Sevran readied his weapon with the horde coming on and the chamber coming down around him.
"It ends here if we don't find an exit!" He yelled above the cacophony around him.
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Post by Castiel on Apr 24, 2014 9:21:13 GMT
Character: Solaro Fereni Location: Sewer hub (or what's left of it) Situation: Defecation meeting the oscillation
Solaro threw his frag grenade, waiting until he heard the simultaneous explosion of it and the other 3 before making his move. He took off across the chamber heading for the exit, bolt pistol and combat knife in hand for a close range running fight, as the first pillars and chunks of roof started to come down. Sgt Valar was ahead and to the right of him, his brother scouts in a line with him converging on the exit. It wasn't the most subtle plan, he only hoped that the noise didn't alert the enemy to their presence. A shambling form rose in front of him as he ran, but a bolt round to the skull quickly sent it to the floor. A pillar smashed to the floor in front of him and Fereni vaulted over it, his boots meeting the face of another plague zombie, sending it stumbling backwards. A quick sweep of his knife and it fell, head and body no longer joined.
He had almost caught up to the Sergeant at the exit when Valar suddenly jumped back. Fereni immediately checked his run, coming to a halt just in time to see a large chunk of roof fall, blocking off the exit. Fereni bit his tongue, preventing himself from uttering a curse that would have earnt him 50 lashes had Sgt Valar heard it. He immediately turned, holstering bolt pistol and knife and unslinging his plasma gun, powering it up. The shambling horde was drawing nearer, they would have a fight on their hands soon and he didn't like their odds. His eyes scanned the room for possible escape routes. "Sergeant, can we clear the obstruction with a krak missile?" he asked.
The dust from the collapsing roof made it hard to see anything, swirling and obscuring his vision. He placed to quick shots into the chests of zombies, sending them back. It didn't matter how tough you are, if you have no spine its hard to move. That said, he still wished he had a flamer. Then he saw it. To their left, about a third of the way down the chamber there was a collapsed pillar. It had clearly fallen sideways and met with the top of the chamber wall, leaning against it and providing a potential route out over the sewer tops. It would be a difficult fight to get there, but they were Astartes, and hard fights were what they did best. "Sergeant," he voxed "I may have a way out. Quadrant 6 Alpha, the leaning pillar against the wall?"
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Post by Darko on Apr 27, 2014 17:34:37 GMT
With the squad momentarily confounded and taking a brief moment to decide on their next course of action, the plague zombies shifted their attention from their initial prey. They shambled forward, eager to sink their grimy teeth into the flesh of the Raven Guard. Without hesitation the squad opened fire, although even boltgun shells blowing out chunks of the zombies only slowed them down. Even those who lost the ability to walk still crawled forward. Only headshots put them down for good, as demonstrated by sergeant Valar who put a shell through one of their rotten skulls - the shell didn't even have time to explode on impact and it exited the first one's head, blowing out the shoulder of one behind it. The horde was numerous however and for every one they re-killed, another two took its place. As they reached the encircled Marines, several dropped from a now-broken sewage tunnel, landing amidst and on top of the Astartes. It would be a brutal and savage fight to escape, and if they languished any longer the sheer weight of numbers would drag them down one by one.
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Post by coolyo294 on Apr 28, 2014 3:20:37 GMT
Every shot Korbin fired was a clean headshot. Every time his bolt pistol barked, a zombie dropped without its head. But no matter how many times he fired the horde never seemed to get any smaller.
Suddenly he heard Sergeant Valar shouting over the din of combat. He was directing them to head towards the pillar that Solaro had pointed out earlier. Wasting no time, the four trainee marines immediately began to move towards it.
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Post by Warork on Apr 28, 2014 6:24:49 GMT
Character: Sgt Valar Location: Sewer hub Situation: Getting the hell out
"Clear a path!" Valar yelled over the cacophony of the chamber around him. In one hand his bolter barked death to everything standing in front of him as rotten brain matter exploded with several shots. In his other hand was his power sword, its field active and shimmering. With each swipe a shambling figure toppled, its head separated from its body with a single horizontal swipe.
"Get to that pillar, use your grapnels, Moradius goes first, everyone else tactical retreat, go!"
Their weapons were alive with recoil and fire but for each body they made, more came. Valar cursed their luck and for one moment wondered if his plan of action might have been a mistake, if there might have been some safer way to approach the situation. A thousand scenarious played through his mind in mere seconds and he came to the conclusion that sometimes the universe wasn't fair. As much of a bad situation as it was, he realized that it was as good a lesson to his students as he could teach them; even the most well laid plans can be turned on their heads. It was up to heat of the moment skill to serve where superior strategy could not.
The five of them, moving rather slowly and deliberately across the chamber, eventually made it to their targeted pillar. Valar looked behind them; bodies were stacked in a thick trail behind him, enough casualties to mortify any enemy...any except these plague zombies. Even if there was but one left it would come on until it was either dead or they were. Valar spat. Chaos. Its spawn rarely followed any rhyme or reason. For most who fought them, their persistence was frustrating in the extreme.
They were merely annoying to him, he thought as he cut another's head in half. He spared a quick glance behind him, Moradius was headed up the pillar with the help of his belt mounted grapnel system. The rest of them were arrayed in a semi circle around the pillar base in a defensive perimeter and the bodies of the slain plague sworn were starting to pile up.
"Korbin, you're next!" Valar shouted. One by one they went up until it was only Valar left. He paused his many furious swipes, his bolter having long since run dry of ammo in its current clip, and turned to launch his grapnel to the top of it. He'd gotten maybe ten feet up, his teeth gritted from the exertion of such a quick and steep climb, when he was halted by something catching his ankle. He looked down to see a zombie clutching his ankle with one outstretched skeletal arm and a dozen others behind it trying to climb over their comrade to get to him. Valar reached down to his hip where his bolt pistol was holstered and aimed it between the plague born's eyes, pulling the trigger and blowing the thing's head backwards with the force of the shot.
A minute later, the five of them turned their backs towards the still collapsing chamber and its trapped victims and proceeded down a vast empty tunnel that had been uncovered from the cracked and crumbled ceiling dome. They went down it until they got to a T junction where all seemed relatively quiet and Valar called a halt.
"Weapons and ammo check. Any injuries?" He called out, taking a deep breath. It had been a while since he'd had such a close call in the field and the adrenaline and other hormones his body was pumping into his system to cope was making him a bit light headed. He tried to slow his breathing and wondered with a snort whether he was getting too old for this.
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Post by coolyo294 on Apr 28, 2014 7:20:58 GMT
"No injuries here, sergeant. But I am down to a mag and a half of bolt pistol ammo." Korbin said.
Then he unslung his sniper rifle and laid it on the cleanest patch of tunnel he could find, giving the prized weapon a thorough once-over to make sure it hadn't been damaged by the zombies.
"My rifle's fine too."
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