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Post by Darko on May 21, 2015 17:07:03 GMT
Ordo Hereticus Purge the Unclean Canoness-Commander Miranda stood on the ramparts overlooking the war-torn landscape. What had once been verdant farmland, dotted with hundreds of individual farmsteads and quaint townships was now a charred wasteland. The forces of Chaos had burned it all. Countless thousands of corpses lay out there, rotting in the sun. Miranda felt sorrow for the innocent people here, and burning hatred for those that had done this to such a beautiful world. Her commandery had responded to a distress signal sent two weeks ago via Astropath. They had been en route to a distant Adepta Sororitas outpost to relieve them with reinforcements and supplies, however Miranda had decided to contradict those orders. If her superiors saw fit to punish her for her insubordination - as well they should - then she would accept that fate. What she would not accept was this world being left to burn. Its beleaguered Planetary Defence Force were no match for the fell servants of the Ruinous Powers which were ravaging their world. This city was the last bastion of safety on the entire planet. There had been another, the second largest city on the planet, but that had gone dark five hours ago. They would be coming here next. With fire, blade and faith in their hearts, the Order of the Ebon Chalice would throw them back into the warp whence they came. Traitor Astartes, armies of heretics and Daemons alike would try to break them, corrupt them and butcher them, then the defenceless civilians. Two-hundred Battle Sisters against an uncounted horde. Was it a futile fight? Perhaps. But Canoness Miranda was not going to merely abandon these people to their fate. If they were all to die then so be it, they would meet the Emperor on this day. Yet even that was a few more hours of life and hope that these people would have not otherwise had. If she could not protect them, then she would steel their faith against the Enemy that they might die with courage in their hearts. She saw something in the distance. Placing her hands on the ramparts, she squinted. It was them. They were far away, but approaching. A few minutes passed and the sound of war drums could be heard steadily rising. A terror tactic. They would not find this city so easily intimidated. She turned to her Celestian squad. "Sister Janthia, sound the alarm. Our enemy is coming. Ready the Guardsmen," she ordered. Sister Janthia nodded and hurried away. Next she turned to face another one of her Celestians. "Sister Juliana, I want you on the eastern walls. Take four squads and command the defence there. Lead the loyal servants of the Imperium in song - praise the Emperor, and we shall drown out their insufferable drums with our voices."
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Post by SirDeadofPool on May 21, 2015 22:21:10 GMT
Alissa looked over the battlefield from the ramparts, a frown on her face. "The fields... The buildings..." A soft sigh would escape those lips before she slid her helmet over her head, "It's just like..." Alissa took a moment to compose herself, shaking her head. She'd pull the bolt back on her bolter, looking to the other sisters in her squad, the Celestian in charge shouting, "Prepare to move out, sisters! We must reinforce the Eastern flank!"
The Celestian led the squad into one of the more formerly populated districts, bodies of PDF and Civilians alike littering the streets. The rubble of what used to be loving, happy homes filling the streets. Alissa could hear the tell tale sounds of a battle ahead, Lasguns and bolters alike firing nonstop, the sounds of daemons roaring, metal meeting metal and flesh. She could hear the cries of death and terror, too. "Come, Sisters, into the fray!" The Celestian shouts, pointing her powersword ahead, Alissa could see the front lines, heavy weapon teams, PDF troopers, and a few sisters holding the line against various terrors of the Warp. Chaos Space marines, Bloodletters, Daemonettes... Alissa grit her teeth, rushing forward, she'd fire wildly into the horde as she made her way for cover, managing to get a few lucky hits on the various bad things besetting the line, her sisters following behind, laying down effective fire, managing to fell a few heretics and daemons for themselves. Alissa took cover behind a rather sizable pile of rubble, gritting her teeth as she shouted, "Back to the warp with you, tainted wretches!"
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Post by Jack of Names on May 23, 2015 15:38:07 GMT
Sister Juliana curled her lip in disgust as she observed the landscape across from the battlements, fingers tensing and coiling around the hilt of the chainswords strapped to her waist.
She had noticed the oncoming horde at just the same time as the Canoness, and gave her superior a deep nod when she had recieved her orders. "It will be done." She confirmed, her voice practiced velvet. Internally however, her disposition was far from soft. She felt for those who's lives chaos had ruined here, and the lives they threatened still. And she could not wait to deliver their rightous punishment.
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The din of battle filled the sector, the whir of chainblades and the drum of bolter fire nearly mimicking the snarls of some huge unholy beast. Juliana, with her helmet on and chainsword whirring paid no mind to the echoes of slaughter in the air. She instead focused on the slaughter to be had, her weapons against the enemies of the Emperor. Behind her, four squads of sisters matched her pace, which went from a march to a jog and then a sprint as they neared the enemy.
When fire began focused on them, she ordered the sisters to take cover and did so herself. She had no intention of remaining for long, however. As the sisters returned fire behind the relative safety of their cover, Juliana drew her flamer with her free hand.
She had chosen a place farther up to take cover, and through some clever maneuvering was now about twenty feet closer tot he enemy than the rest of the sisters. She could hear them now, advancing and nearing her position. As they neared her cover she inhaled, and then let out a battle cry as she turned the corner.
Her opening swing cleaved some heretical soul in twain, the chain in her weapon barely stressed by the carnage it unleashed. She stabbed at the second immediate threat, another heretic with some sort of scavenged power blade. "FORWARD SISTERS, SHOW THEM NO MERCY!" She all but screamed, as she had to be louder than the sounds of battle around them.
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Post by Darko on May 23, 2015 15:51:41 GMT
After the initial charge of craven heretics was broken by the Sisters' ambush, another wave came forth to assail their position. Nearly a hundred corrupt men and women rushed forward, screaming their lungs out and armed with all manner of barbaric weaponry. Hooks, crowbars, industrial tools and clubs, as well as assorted auto and stub guns. They had no cohesion, simply charging en masse. At their heart, driving them forward, was a fell Chaos Space Marine champion. He wielded a wicked double-headed chain axe and a massive Astartes bolt pistol. While he still lived, the resolve of the horde of heretics would not break.
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Post by SirDeadofPool on May 24, 2015 15:15:50 GMT
Alissa was in the process of reloading, releasing her empty magazine, sliding a fresh one in as the charge renewed. She'd grit her teeth, ducking behind cover to escape focused, accurate autogun fire. She'd reach to her belt, retrieving one of her frag grenades, pulling the pin from it before shouting to her comrades, "Cover me, sisters!" Her allies laying down covering fire for her as she rushed forward, leaving her bolter behind, drawing her chainsword, she'd pull the pin on the grenade and toss it into the center of the heretic ranks before revving her chainsword, "FOR THE EMPEROR, LEAVE NONE STANDING!" She'd cry, the grenade exploding shortly after, sending body parts flying about.
Alissa kept charging, muttering prayers to herself as she clashed with the bulk of the heretic ranks, swinging her chainsword with both hands, cleaving through heretics with each wide sweep, a few of her squad joining in her charge, rushing in behind her, keeping their bolter fire up as Alissa continued towards her goal, the traitor Marine. She'd disregard any order to retreat her Celestian gave her, her fury unbound. She continued to carve her way through the poorly armed heretics, followed by shouting, "In the Emperors name, I will make sure each and every one of you will never do this to another world again!"
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Post by Darko on May 24, 2015 16:56:30 GMT
Sister Marianna watched the newest addition to their squad leave her sacred boltgun behind, wielding her chainsword two-handed. Marianna herself had been a novice just twelve years ago and she sympathised with her devout young sister. She was astonished at sister Alissa's sheer fury however, and while a dozen fell heretics died in about as many seconds, she was a violent storm. No control, and too fearless to have any sense. She ran forward, picking up the discarded boltgun as she did so. Alissa slew heretics left and right, yet she did not see what Marianna saw. She was deep into their ranks now, a few other sisters following but for the most part they were cut off. The traitor Astartes - a seven foot tall monstrosity that would like nothing more than to bring ruination to the Imperium of man - was closing in. "Sister Marianna to Sister Juliana - our unit cohesion is broken. Sister Superior Meredith is defending the gap between our positions and I am going after Sister Alissa," she said into her vox. Without waiting for a reply, she charged into the mass of heretics. One turned to face her, raising a crude weapon. She shoulder-barged him, his skull caving in under the momentum behind her power armour. Raising Alissa's boltgun, she expertly gunned down every enemy that tried to stop her with well-placed single shots. Alissa was in sight. The hammer clicked down empty. She released the empty magazine, broke the sternum of a heretic with a punch and then slammed a fresh magazine home. Her weapon barked again and again, mowing down five, six, seven foes. Then she was through. Alissa was up ahead, facing the traitor marine. She was vicious and unrelenting, even managing to get inside his guard, the teeth of her weapon scraping off his pauldron. But he retaliated with wide swings of his axe, narrowly missing. He was also faster than he looked, surprising Alissa with a kick to the gut. She was knocked onto her back and the traitor marine prepared to deliver the killing blow. Sister Marianna could not allow that. She fired round after round at him, driving him back until she was standing over Alissa protectively. She quickly dropped the boltgun into her lap, retrieving her own from where it was mag-locked to her hip. "Look to your wargear, and it shall guard you, young one!" She shouted. The traitor marine had been driven back for a moment, and his underlings swarmed towards them. Alissa quickly got to her feet, and the two sisters stood back-to-back, surrounded by chaos.
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Post by SirDeadofPool on May 26, 2015 11:40:39 GMT
Alissa, having struck the tratior marine dialed back for another strike, ducking under his own, but she wasn't expecting the powerful kick. The Novice would be kicked backwards, managing to keep a grip on her chainsword as she skid across the ground. However, she was not expecting Marianna's advance. She'd look up to her fellow sister, nodding before taking her boltgun up, letting her chain sword rest on her belt, standing back to back with sister Marianna, raising her boltgun one handedly, she'd reach to her belt, "You said look to my Wargear, Sister..." She'd grab the phosphor grenade resting on her belt, tugging it off, arcing her thumb upwards to pull the pin off before chucking it towards the chaos marine in a wide, high arc before returning the hand to her bolt gun, beginning to fire into the crowd of Heretics rushing the two on her side, shouting loudly through her helmet as continued the sustained fire, stopping to reload here and there, "I tread the path of Righteousness! Though it be paved with broken glass, I will walk it barefoot; though it cross rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of the Emperor guides my step!"
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