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Deus Mortis 01-17-14 04:56 PM

In Our Darkest Hour
 
The Strike Cruiser “Holy Wrath” was an ancient machine. She had her origins at the turning of the 34th millennia. She had endured terrible pain and damage over the millennia, but after each dock at the Broadsword Station she, like the many other vessels in the service of the Grey Knights, was repaired and made to look as if this were her very first voyage against the Great Enemy. Ancient technologies and hexogramic wards laid into every bulkhead, armour plate and component protected her as the tore through the currents of the warp. She was unmatched in her speed, save when compared to other Cruisers in the service of the Grey Knights, and the journey the planet Corphelus would take her only a week rather than the conventional 3 months for a standard Imperial vessel.

Brotherhood Champion Jairus had spent the time thus far tending to matters which needed to be addressed before the coming battle. Most had been resolved but one still loomed and that was the matter of squad Dothrac. It was a squad which had, until recently, been on loan to the joint force of Inquisitor Jaezil, her retinue and Magos Tayber to purge the space hulk designated ’The Darkest of Days’ which had recently reappeared in real space. However, the mission had not been as simple as blasting the thing apart from a distance, since Magos Tayber was particularly interested in some kernel of Mechanicum technology buried in the mashed together hulls that made up the hulk. The report he had read told the exact details of how the events had transpired, but for the scraps of knowledge gained for the Magos, three of the squad had fallen; Brother Inoe, Brother Emrys and Justicar Zephyr.

Whilst the squad was not under-strength and so given back to the current task force, a new Justicar did need to be chosen. Jairus had watched them over their time in transit and read extensively about each. Each had admirable traits that given time and training would become assets to the order. At least two had the makings of fine swordsmen in them, and Jairus knew he saw a little of himself in them. Others were more inclined to try and offer wisdom, although he doubted any of them had lived long enough to offer anything deeply profound. Then again, he had been wrong before and one key he had learnt from his years fighting besides Brother-Captain Atreyu was to never underestimate a man unless you wanted to find his blade imbedded in your chest. Brother-Captain Atreyu had left this decision up to him and he had made it. “Captain…” Jairus’s spoke to the master of the ship even as his feet made his way to the Chapel nestled in the heart of the vessel “…dispatch a serf to bring Brother Galahad to me at the chapel.”
“At once my lord.” Came the reply and the link was severed. Jairus’s heavy footfalls echoed down the hallway as he made his way to the appointed meeting place…

All: Welcome to the Strike Cruiser “Holy Wrath”. You are all part of squad Dothrac, recently redeployed from your mission on board ’The Darkest of Days’. A relatively short period of time has passed between losing two of your brothers and your Justicar. For most if not all of you, the lack of three voices in your psychic choir will be strange and likely still emotionally painful. You all know that a new Justicar will be chosen soon. Perhaps you have an inkling of who it might be? Do you consider yourself an obvious choice or do you esteem one of your battle brother’s highly enough to believe they should be chosen? Such concerns will likely occupy your minds as you go about your business, regardless of your activities.

Talerion: You have been in the training halls occupying the same cage for several hours now and your body is dripping in sweat. You only wear the combat robe that keeps your bottom half decent and after so many hours it has become sodden and drips sweat from the corners. In the corner of the cage lay three swords, broken, dented or otherwise damaged beyond repair by your continual training. A fourth sword is currently in motion in your hand, cleaving its way through the latest batch of training servitors.

You dispatch them with a flurry of swordsmanship and pause for a moment in the fresh wreckage you’ve created. You notice Brother Mordred entering the training halls. Challenging the other swordsman of your group might be more interesting that fighting simple servitors. However, you are near the end of a longer than normal training session and so may not be at your peak. Perhaps you may still wish to converse with your brother, or you may choose to ignore him entirely and run the simulation again.

Auril: Whilst the others have been going about their tasks, or eating, or sleeping, you have been in the chapel for hours, memorising liturgies and re-dedicating yourself to the Emperor and perhaps seeking forgiveness for allowing your brothers to fall in you last mission, or perhaps not. As the time has passed other members of the strike force have come and gone. Some have knelt beside you and been uplifted by your zealous words and thanked you politely before leaving.

As you go about your prayer and supplication a figure you instantly recognise kneels beside you; Brotherhood Champion Jairus. He bows his head in quiet contemplation. You feel a tendril of psychic energy reach into your mind as you continue your liturgical chanting. *As noble as your zeal is Auril, I have private business here and I would appreciate it if you left for the time being.* Whilst his words are framed like a request, the sternness of his psyche impressing on your own makes it clear that it is not. You get up to leave and pass Galahad making his way to the front. Do you ask his purpose here, or do simply assume he is here for prayer like you were? You may choose to remain in the chapel at the back, hoping that Jairus will allow you to remain as long as you leave him alone. Alternatively you may seek out your other brothers, or make your way to the training halls, as it is the other place you are most commonly found.

Mordred: Likely the transition has been hard on you. You saved Zephyr before, perhaps several times although he might not have admitted to them all publicly, and this time you could not. Magos Tayber called the mission a success based on the intel and technology you gathered, but can you say you agree with that?

Whatever your thoughts on the recent past are, your feet lead you to the training halls, one of the places you feel most at home other than on the field of battle. Brother Talerion is training and given the sheen on his body, discarded swords and broken combat servitors, he has been here for a while. Do you speak to him, and if he speaks to you do you ignore him and go about your own training or do you answer, even if it is a challenge.

Galahad: You have chosen isolation for the moment and so you are in your quarters meticulously cleaning your armour. Perhaps you find the ritual of cleaning the holy weapon you find analogous to cleaning your soul of doubt and shame in order that you may perform your duties to the Emperor best? Or perhaps you are thinking of how to best sooth the various tempers of the squad now that Justicar Zephyr is no longer with you?

Whatever thoughts occupy the time you spend alone, they are soon interrupted by a knock at your door. Placing the piece you were cleaning down on the matt in front of you and answering it you find one of the many mortal serfs who serve the vessel at your door. “Brotherhood Champion Jairus requests you at the chapel. He would not say why.” With that the serf bows lowly and leaves to attend the other business he has. Not wanting to leave your acting commander waiting, you make your way to the chapel and find him kneeling at the front, his head bowed in petition. As you enter you pass Auril walking in the direction to leave the chapel. Kneel next to Jairus and ask what you will of him, why he has summoned you or wait to be spoken to.

Ianus: Your armour was the most damaged in the recent operation on board ’The Darkest of Days’, due to your self-sacrificial nature. Even as skilled at the artificers of the Grey Knights are, they could not repair it in time for “Holy Wrath’s” departure and so it was turned over to the artificers on board to finish the repairs. You are on your way to collect them from the armoury. As you approach and ask if your armour is repaired, Magos Kane retorts “It is, although quite why you seem to try and block every blow with your armour rather than avoiding it I will never know.” Do you scold the Magos, laugh it off as a joke or try and explain the notions of brotherly sacrifice to a man who is mostly machine at this point.

Whatever you decide you may either take your armour with you or choose to don it and then you are free to do as you please. You may decide to do some battle training in the training halls, either melee based or firing ranges. You may decide to spend some time in pray at the chapel or retire to the Librarium to acquire more knowledge on your Great Enemy. The choice is yours.

(Note: Hello everybody and welcome to the start of In Our Darkest Hour. Just a note to say that in this update (and possibly in others) I will say things like "You might feel this way." That doesn't mean that you do, but it is my guess based on your character sheet and a sort of pointer in case you are stuck for ideas. Feel free do make up your own thoughts as they are, after all, your characters. Similarly, please don't choose the words of my NPCs. If you'd like to know what person X would say, PM and we'll hash out a conversation. Once again, welcome. It's going to be a fun ride!)

revan4559 01-17-14 06:23 PM

Letting out a small pent of breath Mordred looks around the training hall of the ‘Holy Wrath’ with his gaze flicking from Talerion to the several broken blades and then the wrecked servitors and shakes his head ever so slightly at the anger the younger swordsman of Squad Dothrac before he moves over to the sword wrack and begins inspecting the blades for one similar in dimensions to his own obsidian and gold hilted sword that lies back in his room with the rest of his armour. As his blue eyes flicker from blade to blade with his fingers brushing ever so slowly along the edge of the swords as if his merest touch would break them he allows his gut and psychic instinct to pick one out.

Mordred decided that he could not fault Talerion for wanting to vent his anger at the death of Brother Inoe and Emrys along with Justicar Zephyr as each and every member of the Astartes, not just the Grey Knights but those of other chapters each feels and reacts to the death of their comrades, friends and brothers-in-arms differently. To Talerion that reaction seems to be anger and frustration, Auril has not been seen for several hours after going to the chapel to pray and commune in some way with the Emperor, Mordred had not seen Galahad or Ianus since they had left the space Hulk but suspected that they were in someway dealing with it in their own way, though he suspected Galahad would be feeling the loss more keenly than himself or his brothers thanks to his Telepathic and Emphatic link to his brothers.

Mordred himself however only felt shame coupled with a deep sense of resignation after having meditated alone inside of his room for several hours ignoring the calls off all his brothers especially that of Galahad as he did not wish for perhaps his closest brother to pick up on his feelings of loss to add to his own. The shame Mordred felt was the shame of a warrior and a friend who was unable to protect his battle-brother and mentor, the shame of having been able to protect Zephyr in the past even though it was rarely acknowledged either psychically or vocally but not being able to protect Zephyr when he needed it the most.

The deep sense of resignation that Mordred was now feeling was that he knew no matter how hard he tried, how strong he became or how great of a warrior he ended up becoming he could not be everywhere at once to protect his brothers and that should he continue to serve the Emperor for centuries still he would lose more brothers in time. Shaking his head from left to right and back again the raven haired Grey Knight shook off his depression and resignation almost as quickly as it had came moments ago before he closed his eyes and gripped the large two-handed sword he had retrieved from the sword wrack until his knuckles turned white before he swore an oath to himself and to the Emperor.

“Never Again. Never again while I still draw breath and my hearts beat will I allow my vigilance of the battle and the future to falter, I shall predict our foes intend and use that to guard my brothers from death even if it means making the greatest of foes single me out and slay be instead so that my brothers may do their duty for: Only In Death Does Duty End. Ave Imperator.”

Having sworn his oath Mordred turns on the spot and strides purposefully over to Talerion and slaps him on the shoulder in a rare sign of camaraderie before stepping back to put ten feet of room between himself and the younger swordsman. “Come Talerion, I want to see if breaking servitors has improved your blade work or if your still as skilled as a Green Skin in a butchers shop.” Mordred declared challenging Talerion with the very faintest curl of the edges of his lips into a smile.

kyleripper 01-17-14 08:25 PM

Ianus sighed lightly as he rose to his feet from bed. The artificers had promised to finish his armor within the day, and so he was now heading down to get his armor back. He'd been without his armor for awhile now, and in all honesty... he knew he'd have to curb his habit of jumping in to save his brothers, sadly he'd not been able to save his Justicar, and his two brothers... rather he had only delayed their deaths, though he wished he could've taken their places, as each of them were good men, better than he. Though his Chaplain had told him it was the Emperor's protection that had seen him through that horrid place. However he quickly shook all thoughts from his mind as he walked up to the artificer.

"Good day Artificer. Is my armor repaired and ready for combat once again?" Ianus asked, a small smile across his face.

The retort from the Artificer came at no surprise to Ianus, as he was used to such jokes, and remarks. He did after all have a habit of getting into the faces of his enemies. Getting close and personal with an enemy in the heat of combat was far more effective than staying at a distance, more so when facing Daemon's. They were quick, but not as quick as his blade, which proved true on board the space hulk. Either way his smile grew wider across his features as he grabbed his armor, passing it to his servitor that had been at his side since he left his room.

"Well, you know me. I attract bladed weapons to myself, a blessing if I say so myself." He replied as he turned away from the artificer, and began to make his way towards the Library. He wanted to do some light reading, while he still had time. He knew it wouldn't be long before they would arrive upon their next objective. That and he wanted to keep his mind off of his fallen brothers, and focus his thoughts towards something productive. Training would only help relieve himself of his anger, but he would need that for when he faces his new foes. And he was one of the believers of self prayer, so he'd save his questions and blessings from the Emperor later. So of all his choices he chose the better of the three. Study helped hone his mind and prepare him for certain enemies. And if he were called to combat, his servitor was by his side holding his armor ready for him to don it on at a moments notice. For now however he would be okay with just his robes.

As he entered the Librarium, he took a look around, taking note of a few Imperial naval personal, but no one of real note to him, but he gave a gentle smile and nod towards each that passed him. Before long he found a small place for himself and had managed to find a couple tomes, each shedding some light on how to combat his Daemon foes.

HonorableMan 01-18-14 08:04 AM

The Emperor was not a forgiving god- not to the unworthy nor the worthy alike. No, there would be no forgiveness, not for this error nor for any others; all that remained, the Chaplains taught, was atonement.

Inoe. Emrys. Zephyr. Three names, three brave warriors, three souls who would fight by the God-Emperor's side in the final battle. They had been strong in life and would be strong in that which came after, beacons for the faithful and instruments of His divine will. Each of them would be remembered; Auril had engraved their names upon the hilt of his sword, that their memory would continue to smite the heretic and the daemon even in death.

They had fallen in battle, deaths worthy of eternal remembrance, deaths such as any in the Chapter would be proud of. They had done their duty to the end.

Auril's murmured prayers continued, his supplications to the God-Emperor strengthened and filled with his psychic prowess. The candles in the chapel wavered with each word- their fires were maintained through the Grey Knight's power, burning higher and brighter than the natural flame produced when they were lit by the menial servitor that puttered around and kept this place of worship clean- and as he intoned the final word of the prayer, they leapt once more.

Another presence entered the chapel, causing, it seemed, the entire ship's framework to thrum with psychic excitement. Auril's eyes remained closed, beginning another prayer, one of the thousands that he had memorised as a neophyte at the behest of the Chaplains, despite the approach of the other soul; he felt this other kneeling beside him.

A voice, strong, powerful, that of someone who expected obedience without question, worked its way into Auril's skull, bypassing the wards tattooed upon his scalp. A fellow Knight- in fact, the Brotherhood Champion himself, Jairus, he of the shining blade, the glorious warrior who defended their Captain against all that threatened. The Champion spoke, requesting that Auril remove himself from the chapel- and his word was law.

The Grey Knight's eyes snapped open, bright and green. He stood, the burlap robes he wore when war-plate was not required rustling over his musclebound form; with a respectful nod to the Brotherhood Champion, he turned to leave.

Brother Galahad, also of Dothrac Squad, had entered; bare feet padding on the cold chapel floor, Auril gave another nod of acknowledgement, mouth remaining set in its normal grim position; passing through the entrance, he pondered what to do. They were in the warp, on their way to the next battle; he had been in the chapel for full six hours. Spiritual preparation taken care of, it was time for the physical; the Grey Knight moved through the Holy Wrath's corridors, finding his way to the small cell in which he had made his home away from the fortress-monastery on Titan.

Within lay only a bed, a stand for his dull grey war-plate, covered in inscriptions of prayers and liturgies, and a small shrine- a triptych, the first panel a portrait of the Emperor as he had been before the Great Crusade, the third that of Him clad in His golden Terminator plate, a flaming sword held aloft, and the center that of Him, seated in His Golden Throne. Each of the images were brilliantly rendered by the artist, coming as close as a mortal, or, indeed, a demigod of the Astartes could to depicting His perfection. Making the sign of the holy aquila upon his chest, mirroring the tattoo upon his neck, Auril stepped in and retrieved his sword.

It was a beautiful weapon, longer than most mortals were tall, its blade forged of the strongest iron, flecked with psyk-reactive silver, strengthened with psychic power. Its golden hilt positively hummed with mental energy as it met the Astartes' palm, the bond between transhuman and sword melding the two into one.

The training halls were not far, not for the massive stride of an Astartes warrior; Auril was there in seemingly a moment. Brothers Talerion and Mordred were there already; allowing each of them that same silent nod, the Grey Knight moved past them and to another training cage.

Upon the walls there were displayed weapons of every kind, swords, halberds, hammers, blades of all types; Auril disdained such things, preferring to practice with his own weapon, forging it into an extension of his mind, not simply of his body. Inputting commands for three practice-servitors, armed with random weaponry, the Astartes stripped away the top half of his tunic, baring the corded strength of his torso. Scars of old battles stood proud, the white traceries a chronicle of the transhuman's life as one of the God-Emperor's chosen; muscles in his neck flexed as he held his sword ready.

It was a heavy weapon, meant for use by an Adeptus Astartes wearing power armor; yet despite this, Auril wielded it like he would any other sword. Decades of practice allowed him to handle it with ease, psychic talent lightening the burden even further.

The first servitor came, the amalgamation of man and machine wielding a flail; the second closed in from behind, twin swords ready to strike, while the third, with a trident, remained back.

Auril's sword fell, a precise strike severing the first servitor's arm as it swung at him, the second blow opening its skull and blasting a pulse of psychic energy into it to detonate its torso. The second lunged; rotating out of the way, the Grey Knight lashed out at the third as it advanced, sending its left shoulder and head whirling away.

It had been two seconds since the fight had began. Dispassionately, his movements as mechanically precise as before, Auril put the thick point of the blade through the last servitor's torso.

Too easy. As a serf moved in to remove the wreckage, Auril stepped over to the console and put in a command for five servitors, maximum difficulty level, random weaponry.

One could never practice enough...

Krymson86 01-21-14 08:23 PM

Talerion breathed heavily for a moment, the pile of combat servitors had mounted, there were three or four, maybe five, he had lost track. Time was not a concern of his now, but perhaps it should have been, ministrations in the Chapel were being held and perhaps that would have been a better place for him at this moment...Never the less, he was here in the training cages, for longer than he should have been. He was not festering in his anger, rather he was releasing what anger and frustration remained within, he needed to cleanse himself of these feelings. His mind kept trying to replay events from the Darkest Hour and each time the result was the same; Three of his battle brothers were dead, names he would never speak again, save for in tones of reverence and in memory. His blood was hot, near boiling still from the mission that accomplished so very little. That was what grated him most, they had so little to show for their great loss. They had not repelled the hated foes of Chaos from a bastion or fortress world, they had recovered mere trinkets from the space hulk that the Inquisitor had deemed worth the lives of three decorated Astartes. The price was high, but it must have been worth it. The Emporer had willed it, and thus it must have been worth it...

Brother Mordred's entrance to the training cages had not gone unnoticed out of the corner of Talerion's eyes, and he had hoped that the slightly eldar Astartes would simply move along without trying to interrupt. Talerion did not hold anything against Mordred, he could not help but feel a certain pull of aggravation as the man addressed him "Come Talerion, I want to see if breaking servitors has improved your blade work or if your still as skilled as a Green Skin in a butchers shop." Mordred already had entered the cage, wielding his preferred weapon in the form of a two handed sword. Talerion wordlessly exited the cage, leaving Mordred to wonder if perhaps there was something more to Talerion's aversion to him at the moment.

Making his way to the weapons rack the broad Astartes smiled letting out a satisfied 'humph' as he nodded to himself. Returning to the cage he allowed himself to return Mordred's faint grin with a broad, jovial smile "Of course Brother Mordred, I have learned much from the servitors...Patience chief among them, seeing as I have to wait for them to be repaired so frequently, haha" his boisterous laughter echoed throughout the training hall. "You may be so bold as to 'challenge' me now that I am weary from training brother, but you shant catch me without my favorite glaive Brother," there was a distinct playful banter to his tone. They were rivals to some extent as they were both notable in their bladesmanship, but both seemed to have separate goals. Even if they had the same goals, it mattered not, Talerion knew that training with Mordred over time would only help him to improve and vice versa, iron would sharpen iron.

"Would you prefer an affixed round count Brother Mordred or shall we go until first blood?" Talerion was somewhat fond of first blood, but only because it allowed him to fix his shortcomings, it was a clear indication that a certain technique or stance needed to be improved upon, though some battle brothers took training to being blooded as a challenge against their honor. Talerion's intentions were only to improve and become the best warrior he could, but perhaps Mordred might take offense? His tone and mannerisms though suggested he was merely asking out of courtesy to Mordred and not challenging him beyond simply sparring. Talerion allowed the glaive, which mimicked his force halbred quite well, to slide down in his grip so as he held it firmly in his right hand about a third down the haft of the weapon, his left hand rested loosely against the lower mid portion of the weapon's handle, awaiting Mordred to make the first move.

Santaire 02-01-14 03:03 PM

Solitude.

My quarters were enough for that, thank the Emperor. Enough to allow me the peace to focus on what was important. My brothers Inoe and Emrys and our Justicar, Zephyr, all fell in the battle to take The Darkest of Days. How could I keep the squad together after such a loss? Even now, I could feel them in the back of my mind, a bundle of emotions that more often than not were sadness or anger at the deaths. I had made it my task to keep us bound together as brothers but then I was failing. There was too much loss, too much anger to be smoothed over. So I would not try to. I would focus those emotions, direct them and so bring the squad closer in the shared goal of vengeance. If it would keep us together, I would fashion the squad into a weapon for the next Justicar. I would do anything for Dothrac.

My armour rested on a stand before me, the shoulder pad in my left hand. With my right I ran a cloth over its gleaming surface. The motions were mechanical, instinctive. Something to allow me to think.

While cleaning the armour may have been mechanical, they seemed a way of cleansing my soul of doubt and shame in order to prepare myself for the battles that were yet to come.

But my meditations were not to last, interrupted as they were by a knock on the door. I flowed upwards from my cross legged position and moved to the door, hesitating before opening it. The door opened silently to reveal one of the many mortal serfs. I read his mind and was moving off before he even finished speaking. “Brotherhood Champion Jairus requests you at the chapel. He would not say why.” He bowed and turned away as I strode past him. I had no wish to leave my acting-commander waiting.

Reaching the chapel without incident, I stepped aside to let Auril move past me as he left. I nodded to him and he returned it, a gesture of respect between two brothers. Entering the chapel, I saw Jairus kneeling at the front with his head bowed in petition. I moved quietly to him and knelt beside him, bowing my own head and resting my hands on my thighs.

Not wishing to disturb the silence of that holy place, I communicated with my mind. ‘Brotherhood Champion?’ Jairus responded in the same way, presumably for the same reason. "Ah, Galahad I'm glad you've come." I almost smiled at that. It was merely a formality for I had had little choice in the matter but still, I appreciated it. “Do you feel any of your brothers can be trusted with the mantle of Justicar Galahad?” So much for most of my ideas on why Jairus wanted to speak with me. I had expected a Justicar from another source, a more experienced brother and one that I would not be asked for an opinion on. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts.

‘I believe that Mordred could take up the mantle Brotherhood Champion. Auril could also.’ Jairus’ response was simple and to the point. “Why?”.

I settled on my heels and contemplated my reasons for picking them. Satisfied that they were accurate, I communicated them psychically. 'Mordred has the strength of mind and soul to ensure that he will always achieve that which he must in order to lead us to victory. I would quite happily place my life in his hands without a thought for he is a man that can always be trusted to see us through if it is within his power. Auril has the strength of faith to bring us through the darkest of times, even when compared with the rest of our brothers. With a power such as mine, his mind is a shining beacon of it.’

"I trust your assessments of them, and they confirm what I have already read about them. Mordred's conviction is admirable, but it is that which makes him unsuited for the title of Justicar. He may well make a fine Brotherhood Champion or Paladin some day, but he is no leader. Similarly, Auril's faith will serve the squad, and hopefully someday other brothers besides that, as a guiding beacon of truth. However, a lamp must be held by someone with the will to walk the path. What Dothrac needs right now is someone who can bind his brothers together. Someone who can utilise their strengths and manage their short-comings. They need a leader with a voice of reason and control. Someone who can temper them. From what I have seen and heard, you possess many of those attributes and the capacity to learn the rest."

I turned to him, shocked. I had never considered myself as fit for what he was suggesting but apparently he thought differently as he turned to look at me for the first time and rested a hand on my shoulder. Still, he communicated psychically. "Thus, I name you Justicar Galahad and leader of squad Dothrac."

I bowed my head and rose to my feet. I also still spoke with my mind. ‘Thank you for the trust you have placed in me Brotherhood Champion. I will try to honour it.’

Then I left.

I walked through the halls of Holy Wrath as if in a daze, trying to understand what Jairus had just granted me. I was now responsible for the lives of Auril, Talerion, Ianus and Mordred. My friends. My brothers. I had always viewed it as my task to look after the bond of the squad but now it was up to me to ensure they survived the battles to come. I knew with a sudden passion that if any of them fell while under my command I would find their killer and end them if it was the last thing I did. It seems my mind was already used to being a Justicar as I started thinking on how I was going to keep them alive as well as my usual thoughts on how to preserve our bond.

Reaching out with my mind, I sought Mordred’s. His focus and stubbornness was a beacon that outshone even Auril’s faith. ‘Where are you brother?’ I sent. His response was a mental picture of the training cages, Mordred squaring off against Talerion. I sensed a slight irritation and so withdrew my mind. Mordred always did get annoyed when I drew his attention during or in the moments leading up to a fight. Now knowing where Mordred and Talerion were, and I had noticed Auril in the background as well, I walked towards the training room. As I walked I sought Ianus and found him in the library. ‘Brother, meet me and the others in the training room.’

I entered the room in time to see Mordred and Talerion fight. Once Ianus had entered and they had finished, I called them and Auril over to me. I spoke, using my voice for the first time since we left The Darkest of Days. “Brothers, I am now your Justicar.”

Deus Mortis 02-01-14 11:27 PM

Galahad left Brotherhood Champion Jairus alone to his petitions in the chapel. Although his psychic talents were far more focused on combat prowess, he still had the sensitivity to know that the young newly appointed Justicar was reaching out to those who moments ago had been his equals. Now he was above them and Jairus was content to leave him to manage his new squad however he saw fit and to inform them of this news in the same way. The young Knight must manage the squad’s internal bond on his own if he was to be truly realised as Justicar by the rest. Thus, all matters that required his immediate attention dealt with, Jairus fell back into silent prayer.

All: You are all embroiled in your various training, three of you choosing to hone your physical prowess whilst the other seeks to sharpen his mind in the same way. Either still contemplating the ramifications of your previous mission, immersed in the training you are participating in or contemplating what will be your next mission, you all find yourself drawn to the training cages by Galahad to receive the news that he is your new Justicar. Perhaps it feels uncomfortable but necessary for a new Justicar to be elected? Perhaps your feel Galahad is unsuited for the role and that someone else, maybe yourself, should have been offered the exalted position? However you feel about this turn of events, you must respond to it in addition to whatever else takes place in your update.

Galahad: You watch the faces and skim the surface of your brother’s psyches as you tell them that you are their new Justicar. Do you detect any sense of hostility or resistance to your recent promotion? Do you try to stifle feelings of either dread at now having such responsibility thrust upon you, or is this natural to you and a first of many promotions you expect to receive in your life as a warrior of the God-Emperor?Whatever your own internal feeling about becoming the Justicar are, you now have a decision to make. You note that most of your brothers responded to your psychic touch with hesitancy, perhaps implying that the squad’s cohesion has decayed since the calamity aboard ’The Darkest of Days’. How, if at all, do you seek to rectify this?

Within the training hall there are enough fire ranges for you all to practice purely fire-fight based technique. There large enough training cages for the whole quad to fit in and practice against one another. There is also a full combat simulator, which would allow the squad to practice a combat scenario against a mixture of combat and ranged servitors (firing non-armour piercing bullets with a mild neurotoxin, not fatal to Astartes but enough to discourage being hit by too many) in a mock section of a hive-city. However, Auril, Talerion and Mordred were all involved in something before you arrived and Ianus was likely also training, albeit mentally rather than physically. You can either try and initiate a group training exercise or dismiss everyone to resume what they were doing and then decide whether you yourself will do some training or perhaps go back to the chapel or to the Librarium.

Talerion: You and Mordred exchange a few more quips and decide upon three rounds, each consisting of first blood. You both immediately launch into fighting each other with enthusiasm, you both fighting a bladesman who could be considered your equal in the squad. Whilst neither of you are at Brotherhood Champion Jairus’s level yet, you both enjoy the challenge the other provides, if nothing else. However, even Astartes can become worn-out and after your extensive training session pervious to this, your movements are only fractionally slower than Mordred’s allowing him to win the first bout.

You may accept this first loss as only natural, since Mordred is fresh and unbloodied and you are already dripping in sweat and several of your muscles ache in protest to such a prolonged training session. Alternatively, you may view such things as inadequate excuses for those less skilled than you to fall back on. Perhaps you feel neither or something in between. Regardless the next round continues. Even slightly tired as you are, you pose a formidable opponent willing to exploit any weakness however brief. So when a look of absent mindedness and frustration flash across Mordred’s face, you press the advantage in your opponent’s lapse in concentration. He fends you off for a while, but he has lost the advantage over you and loses bout two.

Before you two can resume round three, you notice Galahad and Auril watching you from outside the cage and Ianus walking through the entrance. Before you can start again, Galahad uses the break in your fight to call you all round him and announce that he is the new Justicar of squad Dothrac. How do you react to this news? Galahad may well try and introduce some form of squad based training, which you should oblige to since he is your new leader but which will leave your sparring match with Mordred as a tie. If he doesn’t, do you still finish it there and allow your body to recuperate a bit or do you simply jump back into sparring one another?

Auril: You are steadily working on destroying all five of the servitors which you requested, your Nemesis Force Sword humming with latent psychic energy with every swing, block and parry you preform. In a very short space of time the servitors are reduced to little more than broken mechanical parts and shattered limbs. You are about to set up another round, your daily training having barely gotten started, when Galahad calls you over, his voice psychic contact a slight shock to you, perhaps suggesting that the squad has been separate entities for too long and needed to be brought back together. Then again perhaps not. Either way, you cancel your next bout and make your way over to the training cage and stand by Galahad watching Mordred and Talerion duel, both too involved to have noticed the two of you.

Ianus enters from behind both of you and Talerion and Mordred step out of their training cage and you all gather round Galahad as he informs you that he has been named Justicar of squad Dothrac. How do you react to this? Galahad may well try and introduce some form of squad based training, which you should oblige to since he is your new leader. However, if not you can feel free to go back to training by yourself, or follow Mordred and Talerion’s example and challenge one of the others to fight.

Mordred: You and Talerion exchange a few more quips and decide upon three rounds, each consisting of first blood. You both immediately launch into fighting each other with enthusiasm, you both fighting a bladesman who could be considered your equal in the squad. Whilst neither of you are at Brotherhood Champion Jairus’s level yet, you both enjoy the challenge the other provides, if nothing else. Whether you personally put it down to the fact that you are simply superior to Talerion or that the other Grey Knight has been training for some time now, you win bout one.

Having scored first blood the two of you break away and adopt fighting stances again before launching into attacking each other with what some might mistake for, at best, cathartic release of dislike for one another. However, you know that there is nothing so personal invested in this match, save possibly pride. However, after a sudden intrusion from Galahad, you momentarily lose focus which Talerion exploits to win bout 2. Does this reflect badly on your skill as a bladesman, possibly convincing you that your inadequacy was the reason Zephyr fell? Or does is suggest to you that you have all let the psychic bond between you be silent for too long?

By the time you have reflected on this loss however it affects you and are ready to fight once more, you notice Galahad and Auril watching you from outside the cage and Ianus walking through the entrance. Before you can start again, Galahad uses the break in your fight to call you all round him and announce that he is the new Justicar of squad Dothrac. How do you react to this news, especially given your relationship with both Zephyr and Galahad? Galahad may well try and introduce some form of squad based training, which you should oblige to since he is your new leader but which will leave your sparring match with Talerion as a tie. If he doesn’t, do you still finish it there and allow your body to recuperate a bit or do you simply jump back into sparring one another?

Ianus: You are ravenously devouring information from the tome in your hands. It denoted the effects of a gas which often accompanies daemons of the Dark Prince, know to ale the mind and dumb the senses. The tome denotes various methods and psychic protection one can use to resist its warp-imbued potency. As you take this information in, a presence in your mind startles you. It is Galahad, calling you to the training area. Whether you desired it or not, combat may well be upon you, although perhaps you wonder why Galahad calls you to be anywhere, since you are all equals. Likely expecting combat, you servitor carrying your armour follows you and goes to stand in the corner of the room with your armour, should you require it.

As you enter, Auril is already with Galahad and Mordred and Talerion are getting out of the training cage, both sporting one fresh wound presumably from one another. Galahad then announces that he is the new Justicar of squad Dothrac. How do you react to this news? Galahad may well try and introduce some form of squad based training, which you should oblige to since he is your new leader. However, if he does not, what do you do? Since you are in the training halls now, do you challenge one of the others or do you begin training yourself since your squad now has some form of coherent structure to it now that you have a Justicar, despite what you might think of him. Alternatively, you could chose to leave the presence of your brothers and return to the Librarium, or elsewhere if you desire.

(Note: Ok to it's 20 minutes past 1/2/2014, but hopefully you'll be alright with this. Galahad's portion of the update is first because his decision on how to proceed will likely dictate the second half of your updates. So you could either post up until hearing the news that Galahad is the new Justicar and wait for Santaire to post before posting what happens after that after Santaire's posted. Alternatively, you could wait for Santaire to post of ask Santaire what he will tell you to do and then write pre-preemptively about that before he has posted. Also, bear in mind that whenever you're actions will affect other players or NPCs I haven't given you license to hurt/maim/kill/otherwise effect PM them/me and discuss what will happen before you post. Otherwise, hope you enjoy the update!)

revan4559 02-02-14 12:20 PM

“The ring of blade on blade, steel on steel, the controlled breathing and focus of when a warrior battles another warrior, a private war between two whose skill is evenly matched is something that has always been one of my personal favorite things to either experience or watch. Today I am taking part in one such ‘battle’ and I am enjoying it and the challenge that comes with it, Talerion is a master with his weapon as I am with mine however his Halberd affords him more reach than my sword does and it gives him an advantage is being able to strike at me before I get in range…but while he has that advantage I have two over him: The first is that I am fresh from my room and have not been training relentlessly so my muscles are not tired, the second is that his advantage is also a disadvantage as once I have stepped within his guard I am able to reduce his ability to thrust or bring the blade arcing around and force Talerion to move back to regain his advantage.” The raven haired warrior says to himself though the words do not leave his lips.

The bout had been going on for a matter of minutes when Mordred scored his first telling hit using the point of his two-handed sword to carve a thin red line across Talerion’s left bicep before stepping back and nodding to his brother wielding the Halberd. First Blood was his and as was the first round. Mordred was now focusing on the way which Talerion fought with his favored weapon and was now starting to be able to watch out for his tricky feint that led into a rather impressive counter attack by which Talerion thrust forward with the point of his Halberd but while turning to dodge from the point he would whip it around bringing the edge of the blade arcing towards his opponents chest. He had seen the younger warrior use it on many a daemon and heretic but he had never been on the receiving end of it himself. Mordred had to admit to himself that if it came down to it then Talerion was definitely the one more suited to eventually ascend to the ranks of Brotherhood Champion.

The second bout started much like the first with Mordred and Talerion flying at each other and the flash of silvered steel and ring of blade on blade once again signaling an impressive spar between two brothers but for all of Mordred’s ability to predict the future in most cases when it came to battles and their outcomes he never would of seen the outcome of the second bout, or the reason for it coming as Galahad intruded upon his thoughts asking for where he was. Mordred’s face curled into a visible frown which along with his near permanent ‘sneer’ made it look as if he was snarling in anger at Talerion as while he was not able to give his brother Galahad a full answer he was able to send him a mental picture of himself sparring with Talerion in the changes but in doing so he had stopped giving Talerion his full attention when he should of.

Thanks to Galahad’s intrusion Talerion was able to use those moments in which Mordred was not fully focused to go on the offensive and while Mordred was able to hold his Halberd wielding brother off for another two minutes he lost the second bout when Talerion’s halberd carved its own red line down the center of his chest electing an annoyed grunt from Mordred shortly followed by an approving now to Talerion as he stepped back to his original position and for the third bout which would result in the winner. However it was then that Mordred noticed Galahad, Auril and Ianus waiting for himself and Talerion with Galahad looking as if he had something to say, stepping out of the training cage Mordred rested the point of his blade on the steel floor with both of his hands resting upon the pommel of the blade while listening to Galahad make his announcement to the rest of Squad Dothrac.

Mordred listens in silence as watches the facial reactions of his fellow battle brothers on the news that Galahad is now the Justicar of Squad Dothrac though he knew it wouldn’t do him much good trying to read his brothers as he was no telepath or empathy like Galahad himself but he was just trying to get a sense of his brothers approval or disapproval. Mordred himself turned his gaze to meet Galahad’s and gave his battle-brother an inclination of his head to show his approval and acceptance of him as Justicar with a slight smile coming to his lips for the second time today. Privately he knew that Galahad would be a worthy successor to Zephyr though recalling the name of his old Justicar still brought slight pans of guilt and pain, Mordred knew that each Justicar was the focal point of a Grey Knight Squad and that they needed to know their squad inside and out to best utilize them and bring them a chance of victory. Galahad’s personality and psychic abilities made him the perfect choice for such a role though he lacked experience and Mordred decided to rectify that so he closed his mind off to all of his brothers save Galahad before speaking mind-to-mind to him.

+“Congratulations on ascending to the rank of Justicar, Brother Galahad”+ Mordred sent in overly formal tones which he never had really used with Galahad before as they had been equals but now he was the Justicar he would treat him with the respect that he had given Zephyr. +”You are a worthy successor to Zephyr’s mantle, Brother Champion Janius chose well when he picked you. I can only really guess how you are feeling about your ascension in the ranks my Brother however I would make a suggestion given that we are heading into an active battle zone and you have yet to test yourself as the Justicar.”+

+“So you learn how best to lead and direct Dothrac, I propose that until we reach our destination we spend atleast four hours running full combat drills and scenario’s so that you are able to learn more of your duties of being a Justicar. Do not think that I am telling you what to do Brother; it is merely a suggestion that is all. In the end the choice is yours and I shall comply with your decision.”+

+“Thank you Mordred, but in private such as now I am only Galahad to you my friend. Feel free to question me in private, it will keep me sane.' Galahad’s tone was only half joking as he sent that in response to Mordred. 'As to your suggestion, it is an excellent idea.”+ Mordred inclined his head once again and waited for Galahad to address the entire squad as he already knew what was coming.

kyleripper 02-03-14 06:39 PM

Ianus' mind was absorbing all the information from the tome, using his physic abilities to block out the touch of evil that began to pour from the tome itself. In truth he had learned a number of new ways to combat his Daemon foes, and where to strike from and how to get to good striking range. Though sadly it had done little to actually advance his true goal. His want to destroy the Daemons for good was still proving to be a harder task than he would've liked. In all honesty Ianus was getting slightly annoyed at his inability to actually learn anything on his goal... More so since it might have saved his brothers. The thought made him frown slightly as he closed the tome. Placing it off to the side along with a number of other tomes he had read through in a short amount of time. Old ways of fighting hidden under the ruse of new. However he quickly shook his head, slapping himself mentally before reaching his bare hand out, gripping another tome in his hand. The moment he opened the great book open, he was bombarded by a number of daemonic tricks and mental games, all of which he had successfully blocked from his mind. There would be no taint to touch him, this he swore.

After some time reading page after page, his mind was suddenly felt a gentle nudge as it were. Ianus lifted his head from his studies, slamming the book closed. His eyes remained locked on the wall ten feet away from himself. A small sigh escaped from between his lips. He knew who it was that was calling him. Although he was slightly annoyed at the sudden distraction he couldn't keep upset long. A small yet gentle smile crept across his features before he placed the recently closed tome atop to join the others piled on it.

"Well then... I guess I should address this call. Though I believe I might already have an idea what it could be about." Ianus muttered softly, as a gentle tug pulled his mind towards last nights dream during his meditation.

The Emperor had given him subtle hints. He'd seen a gentle, brave, and loyal Astartes stand above them, with the Emperor's light shinning upon him. Although he had not known who it was seeing as how many of his battle brothers were all of those things. Either way he would have to wait until he met with the others before he made any assumptions on who became the new Strike Squad Justicar. So with a glance and nod towards his servitor to follow, he made his way out of the librarium.

As he walked down the great hallways of the ship, growing ever closer towards the training halls, he couldn't help but feel slightly... happier. There was hope for his squad and his brothers. More so if the Emperor's message proved true. Even if it was incredibly vague, it was still nice to know someone with a wise and gentle heart towards humanity was going to lead the squad. Just the thought of it saw to a smile form across his face. The smile remained even when he walked into the training hall, a wave of heat hitting him hard as he walked in. In truth he was quite happy he chose to wear his robes rather than his armour... even if it has it's own environment once put on. Although right now he didn't believe he needed it right now, he wasn't expecting to train his body. His mind was still hungry for knowledge, to gain a foothold towards his real goal of destroying Daemons for good without having to into the warp like his beloved Chapters Grand Chapter Master.

However all thoughts were pushed aside the moment he took his place near the practice cage followed closely by his servitor carrying his armour. By the time he turned to face his brothers, Galahad had just announced he was the new Justicar. In truth he was a bit surprised, but at the same time his smile didn't fade, his brother was worthy of the rank, he was everything the Emperor had shown in his vision.

"I agree with Brother Mordred. I'm glad to see you rise up to take the mantle of Justicar. The Emperor has always looked upon you with much love and hope." Ianus congratulated his brother, his friend, his Justicar.

Although the one thing he was a bit unprepared for was the training. He was unarmoured and unready. Though that in itself would prove to be a good form of training if ever a daemon managed to get aboard their ship during their travel through the warp.

Either way he had to get himself ready, so with a quick glance towards his servitor holding his armour, he began his oaths as he put on each piece of his power armour. Before long his entire body, save his head was fully armoured. His helm was held under his left arm, before he turned to his other brothers. Although he could still feel a tint of shame as he remembered the large scar across both his helm, and torso armour. Each piece had a number of large scars that had been filled in and repaired leaving something that seemed like an unhealed wound. The scar could be well seen as it stood out upon his grey armour. A gentle sign escaped him before he looked up smiling.

“Well Brother Justicar, what do you request of us?”

Krymson86 02-04-14 04:33 AM

Talerion's pride was great, but his respect for his battle brother Mordred was greater. The two collided in what would lightly be referred to as 'spirited' sparring sessions and this was no exception. Though his muscles no longer possessed their full freshness that would not be any excuse. Perhaps that was in part responsible for Mordred gaining advantage, pressing beyond Talerion's extended range, closing the distance and forcing Talerion to make use of the glaive in tighter quarters than he would like.

The blood ran fast for only a moment as the blade flashed across his upper shoulder, surgically sharp, the wielder clinically precise. His enhanced clotting factor quickly kicked in, the flow of the blood lessening within moments. Talerion nodded, almost in appreciation of his brother's great swordsmanship. Of all his brothers he felt a kinship moreso with Mordred, they were all bonded by blood, but he and Mordred were bonded by blades. They had spent many excessively long sessions in the training cages, many "best of 5 sets" that had extended into "best of 15" and so on.

While they fought with different styles, Talerion utilized broad sweeping, powerful arcing attacks designed to be chained together into highly lethal combinations that forced an opponent to go on the defensive. The drawback being that if the opponent was able to force the fight into closer quarters, and put the pressure on Talerion, his weapon was not purpose built to excel in that situation. Mordred's two handed sword was a wonderful compromise, while not possessing the long reach of the glaive, he had more reach than the standard power sword and the weapon was still nimble enough to be wielded very effectively in close proximity to his enemies.

Never the less, being better equipped for pressing the advantage in close did not help Mordred as his attention momentarily slipped from their sparring session. Talerion pressed back, a massive upswept strike flashing outwards at Mordred put him on his heels before the weapon smoothly transitioned in Talerion's hands, bringing the weapon in a follow up slash that came from the left, cutting toward's his right at a slight downward angle, followed up by what was often the 'final blow' for many of his enemies. A massive sweeping motion brought the glaive blade from pointing at the ground just in front of his right foot up above his head and crashing back straight down with enough force as if to split Mordred in half. Mordred's skills were immense and he found ways to parry Talerion's first two strikes where others simply would have been without response. But the final downward cut found its way past his defenses, leaving a razor thin mark on Mordred's upper torso, the wound only revealing itself as the slightest hint of red poured from the wound for several seconds.

Talerion then noticed why Mordred's attention had been drawn away and followed his fellow bladesman out of the training cage. He straightened himself up, holding his glaive upright as if they were falling in line. The entrance of Galahad, Ianus and Auril could only mean one thing, and it made Talerion proud and happy for his battle brother Galahad, he was a truly worthy successor to Zephyr.

"Well met Brother Justicar Galahad," he exclaimed, his voice was deep even by Astartes standards, but there was clearly a sense that he was happy for Galahad. He felt that with a Justicar once more, especially one as qualified as Galahad they would be back on the right course the one that had been set for them centuries, eons ago, the one that Brother Justicar Zephyr had walked before, the one that Brother Justicar Galahad would lead them on now. There was a serene feeling within Talerion, a feeling that squad Dothrac would be whole again. "What are your orders Brother Justicar?"

HonorableMan 02-05-14 06:38 PM

The blade fell once more, cleaving yet another servitor in twain; with a shower of sparks and oily fluid, the two pieces of man-machine crashed to the floor, sharing in the fate of the other four.

Sword hanging loosely from gigantic hand, Auril reached out to call more- and then Galahad's psychic presence stabbed into his skull, warning the Grey Knight of his impending arrival. Instead of demanding more servitors, the Astartes instead took a cleaning cloth from the serf who stood in attendance.

Almost lovingly, he ran the cloth along the silver-flecked blade, wiping away the grime of the training session. Intoning the Litany of the Blade, Auril flipped the weapon over and continued on the other side- the weapon, forged on Mars by the holy hands of the Adeptus Mechanicus, remained unmarked despite the abuse it had gone through in its long life. Finished, he handed the cloth to the serf, who retreated into the safety and solitude of the corner.

Galahad was here.

Auril strode over, weapon in hand; Ianus, Talerion, and Mordred joined them And Galahad announced his elevation- Justicar of Squad Dothrac.

This was momentous news.

The Grey Knight plunged his sword into the deck, the sanctified blade stabbing through the metal like it were butter. Falling to one knee, Auril gripped the quillons of the weapon in his massive hands and bowed his head. "My Justicar. You have my blade." he intoned, the words resonating deep in his chest.

His brothers seemed content with the decision- and they would have to be, for the decisions of their betters were not to be questioned. Talerion, Mordred, Auril, Ianus, led by Justicar Galahad, were now the entirety of Dothrac Squad.

Yet... Galahad's mind-words had been... uncomfortable, when he had called Auril for this gathering. What did that indicate? Had the squad drifted apart since the Darkest of Days?

This was discomfiting.

But Dothrac Squad was renewed, and such thoughts were not worth thinking. Auril remained upon one knee, head bowed, awaiting his Justicar's orders.

Santaire 02-08-14 12:40 PM

My pronouncement brought silence. Understandable; My brothers needed time to adjust.

I scanned their faces and their emotions, searching for hostility or resistance to my promotion to Justicar. If I detected any, I would try to smooth the temper of the man in question. If there was too much, I would go to Jairus and tell him I did not believe I could be Justicar with my brothers doubting my promotion. It seemed not one of them did doubt me though. Examining their emotions almost blinded me to my own pervading sense of dread and unworthiness. Should I have been chosen? Maybe. I must confess, I doubted my own qualifications for the role. I was not the oldest, nor the strongest. My own qualities seemed better suited to an advisor than an actual leader. I was a peacekeeper, a balancer; the man who kept the squad together in the darkest of times. But was I a leader. I would find out.

Mordred took the least amount of time to come to terms with my new position as he proved when I felt the familiar nudge of his mind at the edge of my consciousness.

+“Congratulations on ascending to the rank of Justicar, Brother Galahad”+ Mordred’s mind was overly formal which he had never been before. Apparently he assumed my ascension to the rank of Justicar was reason to treat me with the same respect as he had treated Zephyr. In truth, he had always respected me as much as he needed to; Zephyr had always been as a stranger to us, older and wiser. +”You are a worthy successor to Zephyr’s mantle; Brother Champion Jairus chose well when he picked you. I can only really guess how you are feeling about your ascension in the ranks my Brother however I would make a suggestion given that we are heading into an active battle zone and you have yet to test yourself as the Justicar.”+

+“So you learn how best to lead and direct Dothrac, I propose that until we reach our destination we spend at least four hours running full combat drills and scenario’s so that you are able to learn more of your duties of being a Justicar. Do not think that I am telling you what to do Brother; it is merely a suggestion that is all. In the end the choice is yours and I shall comply with your decision.”+

‘Thank you Mordred, but in private such as now I am only Galahad to you my friend. Feel free to question me in private, it will keep me sane.' My reply was only half joking as I really did need him beside me as my friend, as well as under my command. ‘As to your suggestion, it is an excellent idea.’

I let my attention slip away from his mind, though left the link open.

"Well met Brother Justicar Galahad," Talerion exclaimed and from both his words and his mind, I felt happiness for my ascension. There was a serenity within him also, a feeling of relief. Understandable, Talerion had always been like me, always looking to the bond of the squad if not with as much focus as I had done so. "What are your orders Brother Justicar?"

Ianus was reserved as always, but I sensed genuine faith in my suitability for the role. "I agree with Brother Mordred. I'm glad to see you rise up to take the mantle of Justicar. The Emperor has always looked upon you with much love and hope.”

Auril was rather more... dramatic.

He plunged his sword into the deck, the blade stabbing through the metal as if what we were standing on were butter rather than inches of plate. Falling to one knee, Auril gripped the quillons of the weapon in his hands and bowed his head over it. "My Justicar. You have my blade.” I smiled and placed my hands over his. “Look at me brother,” I said and when he did I smiled again. “You are my brother and my friend,” I began, then stepped back and spoke to them all. “You are all my brothers and my friends. I may now be your Justicar, but I still view you as that and I hope you will view me as such as well. Without any one of us, none of us would be here today. Remember that and stand proud before me as what you are. Grey Knights. I have no need for you to honour me, simply being your Justicar is honour enough for a lifetime.”

“We have a new combat zone coming up and we need to be ready. For this reason, I ask that you join me for an exercise for us to relearn how we fight now that Inoe, Emrys and Zephyr are no longer with us.”

With that I dismissed them to prepare themselves for the training and to return to the training hall once they had finished. With that, I and Mordred left the room together to head to our neighbouring quarters and shared arming chamber.

Deus Mortis 02-09-14 10:06 PM

In Our Darkest Hour
 
The man who sat at the helm of Holy Wrath was one Ignaus Pompey. He was 76, although his mind was as sharp as any younger captain and all the richer for the wisdom he had accumulated. The benefits of serving the knights of Titan showed, as numerous regenerative surgeries and a personal regime of exercise had kept his form a lean and good looking. One of the main features that would give away his age was his silver hair which covered his head and populated his lips in the shape of a goatee. However, Ignaus was not ashamed of his age and so did not mind this. In fact, being covered in silver hair made him feel, in some small way, akin to the silver-clad Astartes he ferried across the starts to defend the realms of humanity.
“Word from Navigator Felix, we are approaching the Corphelus system.” Came the report from the first mate.
“Ah it seems we are early. Lord Jairus will be pleased!” Ignaus said gleefully. “Prepare to disengage the warp drive and drop back into realspace.”

“Aye Captain.” Came the chorus of responses from the various crew members who went about the necessary preparations to drop out of the warp and back into the Materium. It was always risky dropping into a scenario that the Procognosticars of the Grey Knights had sent them to, but Ignaus would take that over being in the warp longer than strictly necessary. There was a feeling while you were in it like something was crawling under your skin. At least in the Materium Ignaus could see what he was fighting.

Not long after this thought had crossed his mind, he regretted it in light of what they had dropped into. The auspex suddenly went crazy, various helmsmen and crew members telling him about numerous threats in their immediate surroundings. Ignaus retained his composure, taking in all the information. “Open the blast shields, I want to see what is going on out there.” He commanded and the blast shields which had blocked the crew of Holy Wrath from staring into the madness of the Warp rolled back to reveal the void battle taking place over Corphelus. Imperial Navy vessels fired on their brother vessels as treachery showed its face. *Good thing we arrived early…* Ignaus thought to himself. At this stage, no one had orbital superiority. If they had been later, they might have faced what was left after this battle as well as any surface to orbit defences. At least now the sleek matte surface of Holy Wrath could wade in reasonably unmolested and help turn the tide of the battle.

“Vessel approaching Captain. From its bearing, it’s coming in for a broadside run.” Ignaus smiled. There was a certain twisted pleasure he took from vessels trying to fight Holy Wrath, believing her to be a vessel with far less firepower than she actually possessed. And so, the battle for Corphelus began in earnest…

All: So, you all stand together in the training halls listening to Galahad explain that he values you as friends and brothers even though a gulf of rank now separates you. However, Galahad’s words will have likely assured you that he considers himself merely a first among equals on whom a greater burden of responsibility falls, but ultimately still your peer. However, that doesn’t mean you all have to behave informally, the ingrained respect for those in command too much for even Galahad’s humble words to discourage. Ultimately, those of you who are unarmoured leave to collect your armour and return to the training halls. As you do so, you feel the change as you drop out of the Warp and into Realspace. That’s when the klaxons sound.

Galahad: You, Mordred, Talerion and Auril make your way back to your chambers to collect your equipment, maintaining mental contact with Ianus who remained in the training halls. Along the way, you are free to converse about anything or nothing, including your thoughts about the upcoming mission or try and mend and damage done by your brothers passing, now both in a capacity as a self-appointed healer and sustainer and as their Justicar. About 2/3 through your journey, Talerion peels off from the rest of you, his quarters being two levels down and a little further aft than the rest of you. About ¾ through the walk Auril peels off too, his quarters being one level higher and further forward than your quarters. You and Mordred arrive at your quarters not long after that and begin arming yourself. You get about half way through before the klaxons sound, calling you and your brothers to battle stations.

You decide that you must continue arming before you move out and so continue to arm yourself, although with greater haste than you had been previously. As you do so, you feel the ship shake, further evidence if you needed any that the battle is already underway. It seems that your first battle with your squad as its Justicar will be a live fire one. As you finish arming yourself you receive reports of various breaches, one of which is on the same level as Talerion but further aft, about halfway between his quarters and the plasma-engines of the ship. Whilst there are several others, that is the closest to all of you bar Ianus, who is probably still in the training halls. Organise your squad and make your way toward the breach.

Talerion: You, Mordred, Galahad and Auril make your way back to your chambers to collect your equipment, maintaining mental contact with Ianus who remained in the training halls. Along the way, you are free to converse about anything or nothing, including your thoughts about the upcoming mission or perhaps confess how you have dealt or struggled with your brothers passing and allow any remaining wounds to be healed. You leave the group first, having to go down two levels and then further aft. The more convoluted nature of the journey to your quarters and the fact that you are walking at a more leisurely pace to try and recuperate in some measure before your next training session means that you have only just opened the door to your quarters when the klaxons sound, calling you and your brothers to war.

You go inside your chambers, grab your Nemesis Force Halberd and put your helmet on, giving you access to the ship-wide vox channels. They ship shakes beneath your bear feet and you hear reports of multiple breaches, one of which is about half way between your chambers and the plasma- engines of the ship. Deciding that time is of the essence, you hastily attach your chestplate and right vambrace which incorporates your Storm Bolter and immediately sprint out of your quarters down the hallway. Your bare feet pound the deck as you run to the breech. A little before you reach where your HUD tells you the breech is, you come across a squad of 8 men finishing of a number of chapter serfs. Their skin and armour is adorned with blasphemous signs and brands, although mutation has not yet taken hold of their bodies, and after this encounter it will not have the chance.

The one of them which wields a chainsword and a bolt pistol spots you and orders his squad to open fire. Their lasguns blaze towards you. You can either whether some of their shots, most either missing or being absorbed by your chestplate but some will find your flesh, or you can use your powers to block the shots with a psychokinetic shield, blur yourself in their eyes or any other reasonable defensive power you can conceive. You could also kill a some of them at range, or hold off so you can cleave them apart with you blade. In any case, they are just about half way through their magazines before you are among them. Kill them and keep moving toward the breech.

Auril: You, Mordred, Talerion and Galahad make your way back to your chambers to collect your equipment, maintaining mental contact with Ianus who remained in the training halls. Along the way, you are free to converse about anything or nothing, including your thoughts about the upcoming mission or perhaps confess how you have dealt or struggled with your brothers passing and allow any remaining wounds to be healed. About 3/4 through your journey, Talerion peels off from the rest of you, his quarters being two levels down and a little further aft than the rest of you. A little later you leave Galahad and Mordred to make your way to your quarters which are up one level and further forward. You arrive at your quarters in good time and are armoured in all but your legs when the klaxons sound, calling you and your brothers to battle stations.

You very quickly finish arming yourself. You might have liked to clean your Nemesis Force Sword after your bouts with the servitors, but sadly now is not the time, especially when you are likely to bloody it again so soon. As you leave your chambers you feel the ship beneath you shake and receive reports of multiple breaches, the closest to you being one that is on the same level as Talerion but further aft, about halfway between his quarters and the plasma-engines of the ship. From your chambers you are close to a path which will allow you to go directly down three levels and then along to link up with Talerion, or you can go the opposite way, back to where you left Mordred and Galahad, and then make your way to their quarters and link up with them. Do you act on instinct, pick a direction and inform Galahad as you go, or do you wait for instruction from him? Whichever you choose, you have little time to dawdle, so you should pick one quickly.

Mordred: You, Galahad, Talerion and Auril make your way back to your chambers to collect your equipment, maintaining mental contact with Ianus who remained in the training halls. Along the way, you are free to converse about anything or nothing, including your thoughts about the upcoming mission or perhaps confess how you have dealt or struggled with your brothers passing and allow any remaining wounds to be healed. About half-way through 2/3 through your journey, Talerion peels off from the rest of you, his quarters being two levels down and a little further aft than the rest of you. About 3/4 through the walk Auril peels off too, his quarters being one level higher and further forward than your quarters. You and Galahad arrive at your quarters not long after that and begin arming yourself. You get about half way through before the klaxons sound, calling you and your brothers to battle stations.

You decide that you must continue arming before you move out and so continue to arm yourself, although with greater haste than you had been previously. As you do so, you feel the ship shake, further evidence if you needed any that the battle is already underway. It seems that your first battle with Galahad as Justicar will be a live fire one. As you finish arming yourself you receive reports of various breaches, one of which is on the same level as Talerion but further aft, about halfway between his quarters and the plasma-engines of the ship. Whilst there are several others, that is the closest to all of you bar Ianus, who is probably still in the training halls. Feel free to advise Galahad in any capacity you wish and accompany him to the breach.

Ianus: The rest of your brothers depart, they themselves not armoured and armed as you are, although as they walk away the mental contact is sustained, meaning that any conversation they have is shared with you and you can interject into, something you have no doubt missed. Deciding to ready your mind for both the mock battle to come as well as the very real battle you will face not long after that, you sit in the centre of a training cage and allow your mind to meditate. As you do so, you use gift for precognition begins to search out strands of the futures to come to help aid in the coming battles. You see fights with you alone and with your brothers, many taking place in tight corridors. As these images of things to come reveal themselves to you, you realise that these are not the corridors of hive cities (which you have experiences) but they are in fact the halls of the very ship you are on. Your eyes snap open as you realise that the real battle will be upon you sooner than you anticipated. You realise you are almost half the ship away from your brothers and so begin to sprint towards where you know their chambers to be generally situated. As you do so the klaxons sound, calling you and your brothers to battle stations.

Your precognition means that you are not as far as you would have been. You sprint through the halls, Nemesis Force Sword in hand, towards the general direction of you brothers, As you do, you feel the ship shake beneath you and reports of multiple breaches start to reach you. One is on the same level as Talerion but further aft, about halfway between his quarters and the plasma-engines of the ship, close to your brothers. However, another is closer to you, almost directly three levels below you and slightly forward of one of the ship’s laser batteries. Do you continue to make your way towards your brothers and simply trust that others will defend the breach or do you make your way down there, covering more ground with the strength of your squad? In this decision, do you consult Galahad or simply act on your own instinct?

Krymson86 02-12-14 04:20 AM

As they walked from the training halls, Galahad and Auril slightly drifted ahead of Talerion, taking a rather leisurely pace, doing what he could to recover from his arduous time already spent in the the training cages. His bare feet feeling the comforting cold of the ship's decking, something about being aboard a ship in the service of the Emperor gave peace to his mind, knowing he was serving the Emperor's will.

He walked perhaps ten paces behind Galahd and Auril, and a little less behind Mordred, speaking up in his low rumbling voice "I must disembark here my Brothers," as he turned to take the stairs that would lead down and aft towards his quarters. Before fully disappearing from sight though he intoned his thoughts to his battle brother Mordred, something he had not wished to say in the training cages while in front of their other brothers. +"Brother Mordred, your duty to Brother Justicar Galahad is still the same it has always been to whomever is, or will be Justicar of Dorthac. Do not second guess, or doubt yourself. Brother Zephyr's death could not have been prevented through any other action or inaction on your part. We all trust your blade, and so you must trust in it Brother Mordred."+

Talerion reached his quarters and went about his typical routine, speaking aloud The Canticle of Absolution,which is also marked in ink onto his left forearm, just above The Sigilate's Seal. The tattooed Grey Knights War cry upon his right arm, he speaks it solemnly as he always does before taking up arms. Then the klaxons suddenly erupt, bursting and echoing through the halls of the great ship. His routine interrupted Talerion moves quickly, as an Astartes he is beyond superstition, still a routine allows one to ensure that their equipment will always function properly. Quickly he dons his massive chest plate, the plate by itself however only providing protection to his chest, not having time to fully armor himself Talerion quickly takes stock of the armament before him, grabbing and pulling on his left vambrace, which would include his storm bolter integrated into it. Placing his helmet on and securing it, the system quickly uploaded all pertinent information, chief among them being that numerous breeches were taking place all over the ship. One of these breeches was not far down the corridor and in towards the aft end of the ship, dangerously close to the plasma-engines.

Using the vox comm, Talerion quickly informed Galahad of his course of action, "Brother Justicar Galahad, I am proceeding to the breech at these coordinates aboard the ship," he mentally input the command and the coordinates of the breech he would be heading for were processed in real time, the interface of their helmets linking directly with their brain synapses. The transmission was seemless and Galahad would be informed exactly where Talerion was heading. "The proximity of the breech to the plasma engines of the ship requires my immediate action Brother Justicar," Talerion spoke in a quick, but controlled tone. His right hand wrapped around the well worn wrappings that adorned the shaft of his Nemesis Force Halberd, the blade crackling to life with blue and white energies lashing about the blade. With chest was fully protected by his power armor plate, his helmet, snugly set in and his neck protected by the gorget on his plate, Talerion cleared his chambers. Still, with his lower body covered only in training cloth, wrapped about his body to keep him 'decent' with an additional layer of heavy fabric over the fabric hanging in front and back to about his knees. His incredibly muscled legs were exposed to any dangers he might face, his feet pounding on the cold steel as he made his way towards the engine bay of the ship. His shoulders were equally exposed, and though his left arm had the vambrace with the storm bolter, his right arm was completely uncovered, though not unarmed as he carried his halberd firmly in his right hand.

As he rounded a corner in the passageway he caught sight of something that caused his eyes to open wide, his face to turn into a snarl, like a beast that had seen an old foe. Traitors, no, worse, these were Heretics, those who had marked themselves willingly with the signs and markings of Chaos. The vox comm crackled open as he relayed his message, simple and to the point to illustrate the depth of the situation, "Heretics have breeched the ship Brothers!"

The Sergeant of the squadron that Talerion came upon saw the giant Astartes round the corner, not fully armored and looking like something of a terrifying HopLite or ancient times. Talerion bellowed to them, making eye contact with the sergeant, as the once servant of the Emperor leveled his laspistol at him. "Fire" Talerion heard, and the pink, white hot streaks of lasgun fire flew past him. Suddenly, a crackling pink and white barrier leapt in front of Talerion, casting aside many of the blasts from the lasguns. His psykokinetic barrier having always been one of his more favored tools within his defensive arsenal, it gave him the opportunity to return fire, the storm bolter bursting to life with thunderous cracks as it tore into the Traitor Guard as Talerion closed the distance.

The volley of massive bolts struck home on three of the Guard before the could seek cover, the thudding blasts simply turned their bodies into pulp and fragmented tissue. Talerion was upon them, those that had sought cover on either side of the hallway opened fire again, again the psychokinetic barrier flared up, Talerion chose to block the shots coming at him from behind, knowing there were more Guard behind than in front. The las gun blasts were still largely ineffective, singing the ceramite chest plate where it hit home, a pair of las burns on his right tricep as the result of two shots that had found their mark. Then the Halberd swung out in front of him, so fluid was its path that it seemed almost as if it was at the end of a rope or chain, each slash was precise, perfectly aimed to land a mortal blow, either an instant death or something that guaranteed death would come shortly. In one swing of the weapon, two of the Traitor Guard lay in two pieces each, one cut through from armpit to armpit, the other, who had been crouching in order to fire had been cleaved cleanly from the top of the shoulder blades up.

Spinning Talerion created a combat shield for himself of psychokinetic energy to momentarily absorb the incoming lasgun and laspistol fire, the pink and white shield crackling with energies as it absorbed blasts. The Halberd shot forward, this time rocketing forward, impaling one of the Guardsmen through the chest, leaving an impossibly clean, yet gaping wound where his chest and torso had once been. The follow through was an overhand, downward slash cutting through the last unranked Guardsmen from the top of his collarbone straight through to his opposing hip. The Guard Sergeant brought his chainsword up as if to strike Talerion with the weapon, but found his sword hand in the vice like grip of Talerion's left vambrace, a face of wracked agony forming over the man's face as Talerion squeezed the sword wielding first until blood, bone and tendon oozed out through the gaps between the fingers of the vambraced hand, like juice being squeezed from a ripe citrus fruit. The halberd, with its purity seal flashing in the air struck again, this time in another thrust, with such force that it simultaneously impaled and sent the Guard Sergeant careening into the bulkhead. "I have to get to the plasma engines before any of these Heretics do," Talerion thought, wondering just what else had breeched the hulls of their vessel, no matter, he would meet it head on.

HonorableMan 02-20-14 12:26 PM

Auril remained silent the whole way to his chambers- taciturn as always, the Grey Knight was not one given to unnecessary speech. His voice was first and foremost for the God-Emperor, to be lifted high in praise, and to waste its words on trivia was... well, a waste.

Talerion left the other three first; Auril's path diverged second. His cell was further forward than the others, and up one level; reaching the door, the Astartes stepped into his spartan accommodations.

He eschewed the use of servitors in arming himself- his war-plate, ceramite-grey and inscribed with the words of thousands of prayers, rustling with purity seals and scrolls of faith, was as much a part of his body as his right hand. Therefore, donning his sacred battle armor was a personal duty, one that should be accomplished as maintenance of his own body- which, in itself, was a sacred vessel, blessed and shaped by the hand of the God-Emperor and His chosen proxies.

The breastplate, etched with the words of saints old and new, went on first; with a series of wet schlicks, the piece slid into place upon the Grey Knight's chest. With reverence, Auril touched two fingers to the lavishly adorned ceramite case in the center- within lay a copy of the holy Liber Daemonicum.

The rest of the suit went on almost without incident, and with just as much reverence; armored to his waist, Auril felt something wrong psychically, barely a moment before the alarm klaxons sounded. For a second he paused, and then, wordlessly, he began to armor his legs.

It would be a grave sin to not show the proper reverence for each and every piece of sacred ceramite; increasing his speed, the Grey Knight muttered each prayer as quickly as possible. Before long, he stood fully clad in his war plate; finally, lowering the helm down upon his shaven head, he was complete.

The long Nemesis blade, his sword, his right arm, was spattered in machine-oil and ceremonial unguent. It would be proper to clean it- but it would be bloodied again in but a moment, and the spirit of the weapon would forgive him.

Auril set off, the heavy boots of his battle-suit ringing heavily on the deck of the ship. Breaches bled bright in his visor display; Talerion's icon showed at one nearby, not the closest, however. But Grey Knights fought as a unit; mind-bonded, the Astartes would kill in the name of the God-Emperor at each other's side. To that end, Auril set off to the aft, going down to Talerion's level.

+Justicar, I go to Talerion's side.+ he sent, already feeling the pulses of psychic energy and death-shrieks of the heretics his brother had slain. Their minds brushed together; reaching out to the other Astartes, Auril sent a nonverbal psychic nudge- I am here. I am with you.

He arrived just as his brother impaled a heretic in the uniform of an Imperial Guard sergeant upon the blade of his halberd.

+I stand at your side, brother.+

Krymson86 02-25-14 04:10 AM

Talerion looked up over his shoulder having sensed Auril's approach and feeling his thoughts reaching out to him, +I stand at your side, brother+. He nodded and spoke through the vox comm to Auril "Brother Auril, I am glad to have you by my side! There are heretics boarding the Holy Wrath!" There was a sense of urgency in his tone as he went on explaining the situation. "Thus far I've only encountered this lot of scum Brother Auril, but there are likely others...Perhaps even Astartes that have fallen to the sway of Chaos." Even speaking the possibility out loud put a foul taste in his mouth, but that was the reality of what they may have been facing.

"Why are you not in your full power armor Talerion?" Auril asked, as he took note of his battle brother's half-armored body.
"There was no time. I will use my kinetic barriers as well as I can to keep us both girded Brother Auril." His response was short and direct, but not rude, they simply did not have time to waste. Talerion tilted his head in a coaxing motion, his halberd wielding right hand giving a slight wave, an indication for Auril to follow. "We must reach the plasma engines Auril, if the enemy gains a foothold there they could sunder the ship."

"An excellent question Auril," Justicar Galahad's voice rang over the vox comm, there was clear annoyance and irritation in his tone as he spoke. "Talerion, your thoughtless actions may have risked not only your own life but the lives of the entire squad. I understand that we must protect the engines but there are defenders there already. By rushing to them un-armoured you have achieved nothing and risked everything. You will return to your arming chamber as quickly as possible and meet up with Ianus upon armouring while I, Mordred and Auril continue on to the engines. I have lost enough battle brothers recently and I will not lose another. Auril, while Talerion may have been mistaken in rushing unarmoured to the engines you were right to follow him once armoured in order to assist him. You will remain in your present location until I and Mordred arrive.’ I moved my mind to Ianus. ‘Brother I need you to meet with Talerion at his chambers once he is armoured. If you arrive before he has finished doing so, guard him while he prepares.’

"Acknowledged Justicar," was Tylerion's only response, his tone somber and dejected. He did not speak as he turned to Auril and nodded, instead intoning his thoughts to his battle brother +Justicar Galahad and Mordred will be meeting you here, I must return to my quarters and fully arm myself as per the Justicar's orders. Apologies for having to leave your side in this moment brother Auril+

Wasting no time, Talerion sprinted back to his quarters, having used the vox comm to have several servitors awaiting his arrival in order to aid in donning his remaining plates of the power armor. The hallways seemed endlessly long, the crashing, rumbling, and explosive sounds of ship to ship and boarding combat ringing throughout the ship all around him.

He turned the corner and he saw three servitors awaiting him in the hallway just outside his room. As the entourage entered his chambers he placed his force halberd on its rack and thrust his arms out, the servitors whirred into action. One servitor prepared and affixed the left gauntlet to the storm bolter adorned vambrace he already wore, the other two servitors quickly placed first the vambrace, and then the gauntlet onto his right arm. The upper arm and pauldrons were then affixed, and his upper body was fully covered in the airtight sealed ceramite plate armor.

As the other two servitors had worked to make ready his upper body's armor, the third had begun to attach the lower plates. Starting with the groin and cuisse plates, then the other two servitors moved their focus to the Astartes' legs as well and finished armoring Talerion with his greaves. A rapid, but thorough scan was conducted by Talerion and he nodded in approval as everything was operating properly, the system scan indicated that the power armor was operating nominally and that all linkages and seals were perfect, meaning his armor was air tight and would allow him to operate in the vacuum of space if necessary.

Fully armored now, Talerion grabbed his force halberd and exited his quarters. The servitors followed suit, scurrying along down the hallway, likely answering another summons where there mechanical assistance was needed. He noticed Brother Ianus standing some ten feet or so away, securing the area. "My apologies Brother Ianus. It was not my intention to make you wait on me. Come we are to rendezvous with the rest of Dothrac." and the two Astartes began to move down the corridor, back in the direction of the plasma engines of the Holy Wrath.

revan4559 02-25-14 06:55 PM

Mordred walks with his brothers: Galahad, Auril and Talerion through the hallways back to his own room and the arming cell that he shares with Galahad in completely silence as he reflects more on the fact that Galahad is now the Justicar of Dothrac, and that it means that the psychic bond between the remaining squad members will begin to heal as Galahad asserts himself as Justicar and learns more on how to direct his squad brothers. Frowning slightly to himself Mordred’s mind shifts to a potential future of what would happen is Galahad were to fall, not only it would mean that Dothrac would be undermanned and that the bonds would be broken even more as Galahad’s telepathic and empathic abilities help hold the squad together, but it means that Mordred himself would experience grief even more than when Zephyr was slain. While Zephyr was his mentor and his leader, Galahad is his friend and has been side by side with Mordred since after the trials, Mordred himself had no idea how he would react to Galahad’s death if it was to come before his own, and with the blessing for the Emperor that wouldn’t be for many many years to come.

Mordred blinked in surprise before turning his head to the right to look back at Talerion as he opened a psychic link to him seemingly wishing to keep this conversation between the two of them though he had no doubt that if Galahad wished he could of probably picked up on the conversation. Listening to what Talerion had to say Mordred visable shook his head slightly so that Talerion could see as he replied: +"Thank you brother for those words, however it is because of my failing that Zephyr had fallen. If my forsight had been stronger along with my combat abilities then I could of predicted what Kartha the Forsworn, a thosuand curses upon his name, had planned and would of been able to stop him from slaying out Justicar. But i will follow your words and do the same as I always have and i believe it is you who should be protecting Justicar Galahad is it now as you wish to aspire to the ranks of Champion, Brother?"+ With that Mordred closed the mental link before Talerion could answer and did not reply to anything his brothers had to say until Galahad himself had opened a link to speak with him.

Mordred blinks twice before he turns his head slightly to look Galahad as his Brother-Justicar opens a mental link to him. “What is on your mind brother?” Mordred turns his head to look back infront of him as he walks with his brothers. +“Nothing Brother-Justicar, I was merely thinking of the future of Squad Dothrac that is all.”+ Mordred sent back through the mental link as he snapped his thoughts back to the present as he watched Talerion peel off to go to his arming chamber and then now that much longer Auril leaving to go to his leaving Mordred and Galahad alone.

+“How do you feel about the Brother-Champion finding you worthy of leading the squad into battle Brother-Justicar?”+ Mordred sent through the mental link after a few minutes of silence as he continued to walk with Galahad. “I feel calm my friend. I hope I can lead you and the others as well as Zephyr once did.” Mordred inclined his head slightly in respect to the now deceased Zephyr and to Galahad’s noble ambitions but he had to speak his mind. +“Zephyr's was perhaps one of the greatest of us Galahad, He would of eventually became Captain if it had not been for that bastard Kartha. His example will be hard for you to follow as his legacy has cast a long shadow with which you will need to emerge from. I am certain our Brothers will aid you in what ever way they can should you but ask.”+

“Our brothers my friend? What of yourself?”. Mordred would be silent for a few moments before answering: +“Myself? I will aid you when I can, however it is because of my own failings that Zephyr no longer lives and until I can be certain that I have atoned from my failures then I can not trust myself. I have already buried one Justicar, I have no desire to bury another.”+ With that seeming to end the conversation between the two of them Mordred looked up at the doors that led to his and Galahad’s arming chamber and entered without another word.

Mordred has been half way through donning his armour when the klaxons sounded, looking up from checking that his Stormbolter was fully connected to his armour and its ammo reserves even though Mordred himself rarely used it. Turning to give Galahad a quick glance and an ever so light shrug before he began attaching the rest of his gauntlets and upper armour with all the haste he could muster before turning to pick up Galahad’s back mounted generator and helped his battle brother attach it before allowing Galahad to do the same for him. After fully armoring himself Mordred nodded to Galahad as he pulled out the small hair ring that help his shoulder length hair in its small pony tail allowing it to flow around his shoulders before attaching his helmet and drawing his blade following Galahad and awaiting his orders remaining silent to see how best Galahad would handle this situation and replying if Galahad asks for any advice.

Santaire 02-25-14 07:14 PM

I walked with my brothers. Mordred was to my left, Auril slightly behind and to my right. Talerion walked ten paces behind the three of us. I felt calmer than I had since Zephyr’s death. Once again I had a purpose in my life. I had to protect my brothers. My squad. That was my goal and I would die before I let myself fail in that task.

As we walked I spread my mental awareness out to those who moved with me. Auril was a rock of faith, Talerion calm and his mind peaceful but Mordred was different. Mordred’s mind was still the same beacon of strength it had always been but his incredible focus seemed, well, unfocussed. I turned my head to him and brushed his mind with my own ’What is on your mind brother?’ I asked through the link

+“How do you feel about the Brother-Champion finding you worthy of leading the squad into battle Brother-Justicar?”+ Mordred conveyed through the mind link after a few minutes of silence as he continued to walk side by side with me. I shrugged my soldiers slightly before replying. 'I feel calm my friend. I hope I can lead you and our brothers as well as Zephyr once did.'

+"Zephyr's was perhaps one of the greatest of us Galahad, He would of eventually became Captain if it had not been for that bastard Kartha. His example will be hard for you to follow as his legacy has cast a long shadow with which you will need to emerge from. I am certain our Brothers will aid you in whatever way they can should you but ask.”+ I appreciated Mordred’s complete honesty more than I was offended by what some would view a slight to my ability. I also noted the way he avoided mentioning himself as someone to aid me. 'Our brothers my friend? What of yourself?' I enquired.

+"Myself? I will aid you when i can, however it is because of my own failings that Zephyr no longer lives and until I can be certain that I have atoned from my failures then I cannot trust myself. I have already buried one Justicar, I have no desire to bury another."+

There was nothing to say in response to such a frank statement of fact.

In the arming chamber I and Mordred moved apart to our separate armour stands and prepared for combat in silence. Each armour piece was placed on my body with care, fitted with precision and patience. As I fitted my chest plate I ran my fingers over the prayer inscribed on its surface and, closing my eyes, I murmured the words under my breath as I fitted it and the remainder of my armour.

The klaxon sounded soon after but I finished armouring before turning and allowing Mordred to fit my power pack before I did the same favour for him.

"Brother Justicar Galahad, I am proceeding to the breech at these coordinates aboard the ship," Talerion said, inputting his coordinates and those of his target. The transmission was seamless and I was informed immediately. "The proximity of the breech to the plasma engines of the ship requires my immediate action Brother Justicar,"

Auril sent his own opinion soon after. +Justicar, I go to Talerion's side.+

I received these messages as myself and Mordred left the arming chamber and I almost punched the bulkhead in frustration. My mind was linked to both Auril’s and Talerion’s and so I heard Auril’s voice perfectly when he said "Why are you not in your full power armour Talerion?" After he spoke, I really did punch the bulkhead.

‘An excellent question Auril. Talerion, your thoughtless actions you may have risked not only your own life but the lives of the entire squad. I understand that we must protect the engines but there are defenders there already. By rushing to them un-armoured you have achieved nothing and risked everything. You will return to your arming chamber as quickly as possible and meet up with Ianus upon armouring while I, Mordred and Auril continue on to the engines. I have lost enough battle brothers recently and I will not lose another. Auril, while Talerion may have been mistaken in rushing unarmoured to the engines you were right to follow him once armoured in order to assist him. You will remain in your present location until I and Mordred arrive.’ I moved my mind to Ianus. ‘Brother I need you to meet with Talerion at his chambers once he is armoured. If you arrive before he has finished doing so, guard him while he prepares.’

Finishing my mental communications I locked my mind onto Auril’s location as I and Mordred pounded towards him.

Deus Mortis 03-05-14 11:42 AM

The first mate was a man whom Ignaus depended on. He was youth, not even half Ignaus’s age but he had a brilliant mind and his station on Holy Wrath was largely to gain experience before being given command of his own vessel to serve the knights of Titan. Unlike Ignaus, he kept himself clean shaven and maintained a vibrant blond mohawk. This man was one Orphello Graussus, born to one of the noble houses of his home planet Faust IV. He had not seen his home in over 20 year and he did not regret it one bit.

Ignaus barked orders at the bridge as a traitor vessel came in for a broadside run. The size of Holy Wrath concealed a strength that such a vessel would soon discover in the most fatal of ways. The access codes of the attacking vessel identified it a Corphelus’s Hope, a name Orphello found ironic although he would only make jokes of it once the situation had been resolved.

“Arm lances and macro-cannons” came the firm orders from Ignaus focusing Orphello’s attention back to the present matters. His fingers moved dexterously and he was rewarded with several chimes indicating that the desired weapons were ready to fire at a moment’s notice. The enemy ship was almost parallel to them. The vessel had fired with what appeared to be its main lance batteries, but they were far less powerful than Holy Wrath’s. The impacts had rocked the ship it’s shields had held comfortably.

“How about we show these traitors the cost of forsaking the Emperor?” Ignaus called to the whole bridge with a gleeful edge. Orphello smiled. He liked the silvered man he served. The vessel fired with a full strength broadside, the impact of which was again absorbed by Holy Wrath’s shields, before Holy Wrath responded in kind. Vastly superior lance batteries tore through the enemy’s weaker shields and successive impacts from the ship’s macro-cannons tore Corphelus’s Hope, detonating in its heart and resulting in a thermonuclear fireball.

Looking down at his display, Orphello noted that there were several boarding pods moving towards the ship.
“Captain, boarding pods. Shall we try to track them?”
“No, let them face the Grey Knights. We have a war to win.”
“As you say Captain.” Responded Orphello. There were almost 30 Astartes on board and those that weren’t cooked alive in their pods would be cut down by the Imperium’s finest. As Holy Wrath moved on to help with the larger battle in play, Orphello wondered if it would have been kinder to let those trying to take the vessel to die in the vacuum of space. But then, heretics deserved no kindness, so it was a fitting end…


All: You are almost all armed, armoured and stand ready to protect your ship. There are a total of 9 breaches from boarding pods, only 5 of which contain heretics who survived the explosion of their ship to try and take the ship. The one closest to you appears to have disgorged foes who are trying to take the plasma engines, one of the least defended areas of the ship. The serfs that serve your order will delay them as much as possible, but it is imperative that you respond as soon as possible.

Note that in this update there are various options of how you may proceed. This will require discussion amongst yourselves. If you decide to try to flank the platoon then PM me and I’ll add some addition information to the update. If not, then just remember the rules of not God-modding and I trust you to come up with your own way of overcoming this obstacle.

Galahad: You are already experiencing the struggles of command with Talerion leaving his arming chamber without being fully armoured. You and Mordred make your way to Auril at a breakneck speed, your footsteps falling heavily. After a few moments you see Auril and the three of you make your way towards the indicated breach. You head down the corridor Auril was in, hang a left continue on for a bit then turn right. As you turn the corner and see the boarding pod stuck about halfway down the corridor, its crude maw piercing the lovingly crafted bulkhead.

You see about 20 heretics behind a hastily made sand-bag barricade; eighteen of which stand with Lasguns which will likely do naught to you other than scorch your armour. However, what might concern you is the two men who operate the autocannon which begins to spit heavy calibre bullets at you after you turn the corner. You duck back around the corner, wishing to avoid the volley of shells. You know one boarding pod is enough to carry a full platoon of 50 troops. That means between the troops you found with Auril and those defending the breach, there are still up to 22 men unaccounted for and you must find. Most likely these men are guarding the path to their comrades further into the ship

Here you need to make a decision on how to proceed if at all. Some options to consider are; moving further down and attempting to flank the platoon, taking shots round the corner whilst waiting for Talerion and Ianus, utilising the psychic powers of your current squad, using the shield incorporating into your Warding Stave. Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, but one thing is certain; you must eliminate the threat somehow.

Talerion: Galahad’s command is very clear, and his reprimand his harsh. Do you try to justify your actions, perhaps even dare to argue with Galahad’s decision? Or do you simply accept his words with a respectful resignation. Even if you do argue, Galahad seems unwilling to allow you to proceed without your armour and it would be unheard of within the Grey Knight order to disobey a superior’s order. In this light, you head back to your arming chamber with all haste.

You arm yourself as quickly as is physically possible. If Ianus arrives before you are finished armouring yourself, you may wish to get him to assist you, trusting that nothing dangerous enough to pose a threat will appear before you are finished armouring. If Ianus doesn’t arrive before you have finished armouring, do you wait for him, or do you simply leave to join with Galahad your brothers again?

Whether alone or with Ianus, you make your way towards the breach, passing your previous kills as you do. . You head down the corridor you were previously in, hang a left continue on for a bit then turn right. As you run, you will be aware of your brother’s situation because of your mental link. Perhaps you can advise how to proceed. Whatever you do along the way, you quickly meet your brothers. If they have decided on some method of attack, then you will find them just as they are finishing killing the platoon guarding the breach. If they have waited for you, then you may proceed together in whatever manner has been decided on.

Auril: Clearly there is no arguing with Galahad’s command to remain where you are, despite any feelings you have about whether that is best or not. You stand for a few moments amongst those slain by Talerion. One interesting thing to note is that they seem to be largely un-mutated. Not that it is enough to disguise the darkness of their souls from you. You could leave them and simply wait for your brothers to arrive, or perhaps their presence on the ship is so disgusting to you that you chose to immolate them with your powers. Soon enough Mordred and Galahad arrive. You head down the corridor, hang a left continue on for a bit then turn right. As you turn the corner and see the boarding pod stuck about halfway down the corridor, its crude maw piercing the lovingly crafted bulkhead.

You see about 20 heretics behind a hastily made sand-bag barricade; eighteen of which stand with Lasguns which will likely do naught to you other than scorch your armour. However, what might concern you is the two men who operate the autocannon which begins to spit heavy calibre bullets at you after you turn the corner. You duck back around the corner, wishing to avoid the volley of shells. You know one boarding pod is enough to carry a full platoon of 50 troops. That means between the troops you found with Auril and those defending the breach, there are still up to 22 men unaccounted for and you must find. Most likely these men are guarding the path to their comrades further into the ship

Here a decision must be made on how to proceed if at all. Galahad may well value your input on how to proceed. Perhaps you believe your armour will be enough to protect you. Or perhaps you think that with enough psychic strength loaned from the others that you would be able to generate a wall of flame which would melt the autocannon shells, although the effect on the lascannon shots would be negligible. Whatever your opinions on how to proceed are, if you have any, discuss them with Galahad and work out a plan of how to proceed.

Mordred: You hear all that goes on in the exchange between Galahad, Auril and Talerion. Likely you aren’t surprised given Talerion’s hot-headed nature, but perhaps leaving to do battle without being full armoured is a new level or recklessness on Talerion’s part? You and Galahad make your way to Auril at a breakneck speed, your footsteps falling heavily. After a few moments you see Auril and the three of you make your way towards the indicated breach. You head down the corridor Auril was in, hang a left continue on for a bit then turn right. As you turn the corner and see the boarding pod stuck about halfway down the corridor, its crude maw piercing the lovingly crafted bulkhead.

You see about 20 heretics behind a hastily made sand-bag barricade; eighteen of which stand with Lasguns which will likely do naught to you other than scorch your armour. However, what might concern you is the two men who operate the autocannon which begins to spit heavy calibre bullets at you after you turn the corner. You duck back around the corner, wishing to avoid the volley of shells. You know one boarding pod is enough to carry a full platoon of 50 troops. That means between the troops you found with Auril and those defending the breach, there are still up to 22 men unaccounted for and you must find. Most likely these men are guarding the path to their comrades further into the ship

Here a decision must be made on how to proceed if at all. Galahad may well value your input on how to proceed. Perhaps you believe your precognitive skills as well as your armour is good enough to allow you to avoid the worst of the Autocannon’s fire and so you could silence it and allow your brothers to advance moments later? Whatever your opinions on how to proceed are, if you have any, discuss them with Galahad and work out a plan of how to proceed.

Ianus: Your update is largely unchanged from last time, since you did not update. The only real addition is Galahad’s command to you which you must now factor into your decision.

Krymson86 03-16-14 02:33 AM

As he sprinted, barefoot across the cold plasteel flooring of the corridor he made his way towards his chambers. He used the interfaces in his helmet to summon for several servitors to meet him there and aid him in donning his armor. "Brother Ianus, I am almost to my chambers per the Justicar's orders. I have servitors awaiting my arrival and will be fully armored within a a few minutes."

As he bounded to the corridor in which his chambers were, Ianus was still nowhere in sight, opting to quickly don his armor so as to be ready for his battle brothers arrival, he quickly entered his room, the servitors trailed in after him. The whirring of their servo-arms coming to life as they quickly attached the remaining plates and greaves that Talerion had not equipped himself with at first. The time, no more than three minutes seemed terribly drawn out, Talerion was thinking on the words Galahad had admonished him with. He's right...I have possibly endangered all of Dothrac now... he thought to himself, thought to himself, though his brothers if they were tuned into his thoughts might be able to hear some of it as well. Knowing that his brothers were possibly fighting without not one, but two battle brothers as a result of his actions. He had made a foolish choice, and now as a result Brother Ianus would be delayed if he had to wait for him.

Fully armored now, Talerion emerged from his chambers, looking left to right, still he did not see Brother Ianus. "Brother Ianus, I await your arrival to my chambers," his voice boomed over the vox comm, "Upon your arrival we will move together to meet up with the Justicar and the rest of Dothrac, we will be able to make up more ground together." He stood in the halls, an ominous figure clad in grey ceramite, the gold filagree across the chest plate of his armor gleaming in the dim lighting of the corridor, a psykokinetic shield flickering in pink washes of energy over his left arm just over his stormbolter wielding vambrace. His right hand now clad in the power gauntlet held his Nemesis Force Halberd, the pink and blue swathes of energy flickering along the length of the weapon, casting shadows in the corridor as he awaited the arrival of Ianus.

revan4559 03-21-14 06:43 PM

“Even for Talerion, that was a new level of stupidity was it not Brother-Justicar? Going off to battle not even fully armoured.” Mordred shakes his helmeted head as he runs along side Galahad at full sprint rounding corners as needed and crossing junctions until he has joined the rest of the squad. Rounding the corner towards where one of the boarding pods had crashed through Mordred spins back around the corner as he see’s that there are a group traitor guardsman by their appearance, and in the few moments he had to look at the heretics around their transport he was able to see that atleast half of them have already moved on from this position given that the capacity of the transport that they arrived in can house fifty un-augmented humans and with only twenty being present that the others have either moved on or were never there in the first place, either way it would be best to be careful.

Closing his eyes for a few moments Mordred recalls seeing that two of the twenty were carrying and arming an auto-cannon between them that can make a mess of even Astartes Power Armour if hit directly or even taking a glancing hit. Galahad then sent Mordred a psychic message: +“Mordred, can you get us to that damn gun?” Mordred opens his eyes and looks to the rest of his battle-brothers of Squad Dothrac and decides that of all of them he has the best chance of getting towards the barrier and silencing the auto-cannon as while his brother’s abilities are great they do not have his precognitive skill that is more focused towards the flow of battle and he is fairly confident that with the element of surprise and the accuracy of most normal humans he would be able to get half way down the corridor before they were able to open fire.

“All of us Brother-Justicar? Not a chance given the narrowness of the corridor and the auto-cannons rate of fire and the caliber of its shells. Myself? Most definitely.” With that and not waiting for the rest of his squad Mordred turns around the corner and begins to sprint straight towards the heretics at the other end of the corner sending to his brothers through a mental link: +“Move as soon as the Auto-cannon is silenced my brothers.”
Sprinting down the corridor with his blade gripped in his right hand Mordred raises his left arm pointing his rarely used Stormbolter towards the foes behind their hastily constructed barricades and closes his hand into a fist triggering the weapon into spitting out four shells straight towards the barricade with two of his blessed bolts punching straight into a sand bag with the other two disintegrating a guardsman’s head in a shower of red mist, brain matter and bone fragments but thank to the clanging footfalls of his ceramite boots and the fact he had fired it now meant the traitor guardsman knew he was there as he watched the two stronger looking traitors turn the auto-cannon towards him and open fire.

Pounding towards the barricade with las-bolts slicing through the air with the occasional one scorching his armour though Mordred gathered as much focus as he could spare and used it to focus his psychic abilities in trying to read the projected paths of the auto-cannon shells that were now flying towards it, thanks to the accuracy of the guardsman from what he assumed was there surprise at him appearing the first couple went wide taking large chunks out of the wall, a third flying within inches of his helmet but it was the forth shell that could of injured Mordred seriously if he had moved lowered his left arm. If he had kept his arm up and continued firing his Stormbolter then the auto-cannon shell would of slammed straight into his closed fist and likely of removed almost all of his left arm, though through either luck or his precognitive abilities (your choice Deus) the shell instead slammed straight into his Stormbolter shattering the holy weapon into fragments making Mordred’s left arm fling out to the side to avoid the worst of the impact and having his arm jerked back.

Glaring through his helmet’s light blue lens at the auto-cannon wielding guardsman Mordred raises both his left arm and his right above his head gripping the hilt of his blade in both hands before launching it with all of his might straight towards the two Guardsmen watching it spin end over end to skewer the first and perhaps even the second (your choice again Deus.) Now weaponless Mordred lowered his right shoulder and went all out putting all of his strength into pumping his heads to increase the speed and force of his sprint until his shoulder collides with the front of the barricade carrying him through and slamming shoulder first into one more of the Guardsmen and as his feet leave the ground to crush the traitor under his weight his left arm reaches out to attempt to grab the hilt of his two-handed blade as he sends a message through the squad’s collective psychic choir: +“Now my brothers.”+

Santaire 03-21-14 07:41 PM

I was already experiencing the difficulties of command it seemed. Talerion was a blind fool, running to combat not even fully armoured. He had risked his life and the lives of the squad without thinking straight. It may have seemed different in his mind, but I always understood my squad better than they understood themselves. He had dashed to the engine room because of a gut feeling rather than logical thinking. Talerion was an excellent warrior and a great man, but he thought too much in the moment and not enough about what would happen as a consequence of his actions.

“Even for Talerion, that was a new level of stupidity was it not Brother-Justicar? Going off to battle not even fully armoured.” Mordred spoke as he ran next to me. “Indeed brother, he never did think before acting.” We continued our run in silence, pounding through the corridors of Holy Wrath side by side at a breakneck speed, dashing past stunned serfs.

After a few moments of sheer speed we saw Auril and I greeted him with a raised hand. ‘Brother, it is good to see you. Let us continue on to the breach.’

We headed down the corridor in which Auril had been stood, took a turn to the left and continued on for two dozen metres before spinning into a right turn. A mistake, as it happened. We were met by a hail of las-fire and Auto-cannon rounds. I snapped by Warding Stave round and up, by sheer luck smashing a couple of Auto-cannon shots out of the air and giving myself time to dodge back out of the corridor with only a few las-burns on my plate. Still, those few were a few too many.

I opened my senses and so my mind, searching for the patches of blacker than black that were the minds of the Chaos Worshippers in the corridor. Finding what I sought, I focussed on one particular man whose mind was not quite so black and whom I thought I could reach without going mad. I looked through his eyes, examining the situation. At least twenty men stood side by side with my host, two manning the Auto-cannon. Their boarding tube was just visible out of the corner of my host’s eyes as an open door into the once pristine bulkhead. I saw the area where I and the rest of my squad had first erupted into the corridor, the walls all around it scarred and peppered with impact craters from the cannon.

I nudged my host to turn his head slightly so I could see the boarding tube properly. Odd. It could have held at least fifty men.

The facts clicked into place in my mind. These were a rearguard, supposed to hold the corridor against anyone and allow their fellows free reign to attack the engine room. And they would succeed unless I worked out a way to get past them. I withdrew my mind back into my own body and looked to Mordred. “Mordred, can you get us to that damn gun?” Mordred’s eyes opened and he gazed at me. “All of us Brother-Justicar? Not a chance given the narrowness of the corridor and the auto-cannons rate of fire and the calibre of its shells. Myself? Most definitely.”

He didn’t even wait for a response, sprinting round the corner at the enemy. +“Move as soon as the Auto-cannon is silenced my brothers.”+

I cursed and my words were not quite as eloquent as they could have been. “Bloody fool. Blind whoreson of a goat.” The words were not quite spoken in anger though, more in weary resignation. I knew nothing I could have said would have stopped Mordred and I knew he would succeed in this as he had in so many other things. The man would probably come away with not even a scar to punish his foolishness. To think not ten minutes before we had been remarking on Talerion’s short-sightedness, now the man, even with his damn foresight, was doing something just as if not more stupid.

I threw my mind at the foes and found my earlier host. I overrode his consciousness, forcing my mind into his and although I cringed at the filth I found there. I forced my weak hands to bring my las-rifle round and put it to the temple of the man next to me. He began to turn, began to scream and I pulled the trigger. The man collapsed, a tiny hole burned in his skull as the las bolt fried his brain.

I pulled out of the traitor’s mind before I could feel the pain as he was gunned down by his former fellows but I had done what I needed to; I had bought Mordred time. Not five seconds later I heard his sending. +“Now my brothers.”+

I dashed around the corner and pounded up the corridor, my storm bolter spitting fire and my Warding Stave held in my right hand, ready to bring it round to crash into the head of the first heretic I reached.

HonorableMan 03-22-14 11:19 PM

Remain in his present position for Mordred and Galahad. Yes, the proper thing to do; Auril reversed his sword and let the tip down on the deck. With a clink of metal on ceramite, the Astartes folded his hands over the weapon's pommel and lowered his head.

"Our Emperor," he began, the words never leaving his helmet. "our Protector, spread Thy wings over us..."

It wasn't long before Galahad and Mordred reached him; the Grey Knight looked up, the multiple targeting reticles inside his helmet's display hovering over each of them before blinking green. Galahad greeted him; Auril acknowledged the gesture and the words with a nod of the head, picking up his sword and following the Justicar to the breach.

Heretics. Twenty, his helm-display counted. Two at an autocannon. Not enough, with those that Talerion had purged before, to fill a boarding pod. Where, then, were the others?

Two lasbolts struck the Astartes upon his right pauldron, scorching the ceramite there. Auril pulled away, staying in cover. The autocannon's large-caliber shells could shred even Aegis plate, possibly.

Mordred and Galahad shared a rapid-fire exchange- it ended with Mordred charging off into the enemy alone, before the Justicar could respond. Auril repressed all criticism- such things were the Justicar's duty only- and listened to Galahad's words. Once more, straightforward; charge once the gun was silenced.

Mordred gave the signal.

Auril spun around the corner, huge boots pounding on the deck. His left arm was up, storm bolter spitting- precise shots, twin bolts slamming into center mass and blasting heretics apart in wet, gory explosions. One. Two. Three.

He was almost there; the Astartes' left hand met his sword's hilt, and, a meter before hitting the barricade, he leapt. The first strike was the most valuable, and he intended to make it count.

Deus Mortis 03-26-14 02:30 PM

Void battles were always a curious thing, Brotherhood Champion Jairus thought as he stood in the entrance to the bridge watching it all play out. It was not the constant din and split second reactions of a battlefield that he was used too. It was a mathematical exercise, or at least it seemed to be. It was a battle that was fought a ponderously slow pace and even the explosions of might vessels as their ammunition and fuel detonated did not seem real without the cacophonous boom of the explosion and the tremor of the earth as it shook. He was certain that those on the bridge did not see it as such, given the endless calculations and factor they had to consider to be able to carve such ships apart, but Jairus determined it was not a form of combat he was predisposed towards.

He had stood in the doorway for long enough, and now reports were filling his vox and mind of squads performing their duties admirably and slaying the heretics who had tried to board Holy Wrath. In a matter of moments the last of them would be dead, and the Knights of Titan could go on the offensive. “How goes the fight Captain?” Jairus called from the archway. Ignaus turned his head and smiled “Well, my lord. But we are only one vessel and can only track so many targets at once. “
“Would it help if the Grey Knights leant their strength to the assault?” Jairus asked knowing the answer. Ignaus smiled broadly, knowing exactly what the Brotherhood Champion had in mind.
“Aye, it would my lord.” Jairus nodded and turned on his heel. As he walked away, he spoke into the vox
“Magos Kane, prepare the teleportation array. Master Ignaus will provide the co-ordinates when you need them.” He switched channels to the general vox, speaking to every Grey Knight on the ship. “Once all targets are neutralised, report to the teleportation banks.”

All: The clean-up operation is more or less completed by this point. All that remains is to slay the remaining vermin who are seeking to defile Holy Wrath. After that, you have other orders, ones which imply a far more offensive approach.

Galahad: You’re telepathy causes a small scuffle to erupt, which has not yet sorted itself out by the time Mordred gives you the signal to proceed. You and Auril bound down the corridor, and you can either fire off some Storm Bolter shots or wait until you are close and you can dispose of the traitors in a more personal manner. By the time you reach the crowd, Mordred has already retrieved his Nemesis Force Sword and you proceed to cut the terrified traitors down. (Since there are 16 left , you should be killing about 5-6 each).

As the last body falls to the floor, Talerion and Ianus bolt round the corner. You also notice that Mordred has lost his Storm Bolter for his impulsiveness. You could chastise him now, or choose to wait until later when you don’t have a duty to perform. Or perhaps you don’t think it is worth chastising him at all since he did allow you to reach your foes unharmed and he was not harmed either. Whatever you do, five of you, united at last and clad in your full battle plate, charge towards the likely target.

The distance between the entrance wound and the engines is quickly covered by your impressive Astartes physique. As you reach the engines, you see 15 of the guardsmen firing at serfs which are defending from the upper gangway. Both groups are ducking behind boxes and crude wrought iron and you can see that although the serfs are out gunned and outnumbered they have fought valiantly. The other 7 are using the cover of the firefight to try and attach explosives to parts of the engine and fuel lines.

You may order your squad into a particular attack formation, since thus far they have not shown great promise in working in tandem, or just let them run in and scythe down the traitors as they see fit. Either way, dispatch of the saboteurs. (Again, you should be killing 4-5 each). You should inform Jairus and the bridge command that you have dealt with one of the breaches. Jairus then orders you all to make your way to the teleportation banks and it would wise to proceed there will all haste, as you may well be able to guess why you are summoned there, and even if you don’t the fact that it’s an order is reason enough to not delay.


Talerion: It is several long moments before Ianus appears. Do you wait with a weary resignation, slowly bubbling anger or with no strong emotion at all? If you do feel something, do you bring it up with Ianus when he arrives or remain silent? In any case, now that you are both together and full clad in your battle armour, you make your way to your brothers. Just as you arrive, the three of them are killing the last of a very hastily built gun emplacement. Counting the bodies and looking at the size of the boarding pod, you quickly realise what the others have; there are about 20 men unaccounted for, most likely moving in the direction of the plasma engines.

Realising there is no time to lose the five of you, united at last and clad in your full battle plate, charge towards the likely target. The distance between the entrance wound and the engines is quickly covered by your impressive Astartes physique. As you reach the engines, you see 15 of the guardsmen firing at serfs which are defending from the upper gangway. Both groups are ducking behind boxes and crude wrought iron and you can see that although the serfs are out gunned and outnumbered they have fought valiantly. The other 7 are using the cover of the firefight to try and attach explosives to parts of the engine and fuel lines.

Galahad may order a particular attack pattern, or perhaps you all just run in and scythe down the heretics. Either way, dispatch of the saboteurs. (Again, you should be killing 4-5 each). Once Galahad has informed Jairus and the bridge that the breach has been dealt with you are all ordered to make your way to the teleportation banks and it would be wise to proceed there will all haste, as you may well be able to guess why you are summoned there, and even if you don’t the fact that it’s an order is reason enough to not delay.


Auril: Mordred gives the signal not longer than a few seconds after he turned the corner. You and Galahad bound down the corridor, and you can either fire off some Storm Bolter shots or wait until you are close and you can dispose of the traitors in a more personal manner. By the time you reach the crowd, Mordred has already retrieved his Nemesis Force Sword and you proceed to cut the terrified traitors down. Remember you to also have your pyrokinetic abilities, but since these are merely guardmen you may choose to use your powers sparingly, if at all. (Since there are 16 left , you should be killing about 5-6 each).

As the last body falls to the floor, Talerion and Ianus bolt round the corner. However, you don’t have time to waste as you have realised that there are still 22 men wandering around the ship, likely heading towards the plasma engines. The five of you, united at last and clad in your full battle plate, charge towards the likely target. The distance between the entrance wound and the engines is quickly covered by your impressive Astartes physique. As you reach the engines, you see 15 of the guardsmen firing at serfs which are defending from the upper gangway. Both groups are ducking behind boxes and crude wrought iron and you can see that although the serfs are out gunned and outnumbered they have fought valiantly. The other 7 are using the cover of the firefight to try and attach explosives to parts of the engine and fuel lines.

Galahad may order a particular attack pattern, or perhaps you all just run in and scythe down the heretics. Either way, dispatch of the saboteurs. (Again, you should be killing 4-5 each). Once Galahad has informed Jairus and the bridge that the breach has been dealt with you are all ordered to make your way to the teleportation banks and it would be wise to proceed there will all haste, as you may well be able to guess why you are summoned there, and even if you don’t the fact that it’s an order is reason enough to not delay.

Mordred: Your precognitive abilities save you from mortal harm, but sadly not you’re your Storm Bolter which is blown apart by the heavy calibre shells of the autocannon. Although its loss is unlikely to trouble you, since it is rare is sees any action with you anyway, Magos Kane will have more than a few strong words with you when he discovers you have lost it. Your sword impales both of the gunners. Several of the traitors scratch at your armour, either with their flimsy combat blades or short range lasgun shots but to no avail. You quickly retrieve your Nemesis Force Sword and in doing so you may choose to kill some of the guardsmen with your bare-hands. By the time you have done so your brothers are amongst the crowd as well and you proceed to cut the terrified traitors down with contemptuous ease (Since there are 16 left , you should be killing about 5-6 each).

As the last body falls to the floor, Talerion and Ianus bolt round the corner. However, you don’t have time to waste as you have realised that there are still 22 men wandering around the ship, likely heading towards the plasma engines. The five of you, united at last and clad in your full battle plate, charge towards the likely target. The distance between the entrance wound and the engines is quickly covered by your impressive Astartes physique. As you reach the engines, you see 15 of the guardsmen firing at serfs which are defending from the upper gangway. Both groups are ducking behind boxes and crude wrought iron and you can see that although the serfs are out gunned and outnumbered they have fought valiantly. The other 7 are using the cover of the firefight to try and attach explosives to parts of the engine and fuel lines.

Galahad may order a particular attack pattern, or perhaps you all just run in and scythe down the heretics. Either way, dispatch of the saboteurs. (Again, you should be killing 4-5 each). Once Galahad has informed Jairus and the bridge that the breach has been dealt with you are all ordered to make your way to the teleportation banks and it would be wise to proceed there will all haste, as you may well be able to guess why you are summoned there, and even if you don’t the fact that it’s an order is reason enough to not delay.

Ianus: I am officially NPCing your character. If you decide to return PM me and I will start to include you in the regular updates. Until such a point, if it occurs, your actions will be dictated by me.

Krymson86 03-29-14 04:19 AM

As Ianus finally came around the corner he spotted Talerion "Brother Talerion, glad to see you are armored and ready for combat now." There was a matter of fact tone to his words and Talerion returned the greeting with a genuine apology "My apologies brother for delaying your progress to our battle brothers," he spoke as he bowed his head to his battle brother. The time spent waiting had been tense, but moreso from knowing that every moment they had wasted here was solely because of his decision in the first place, he could not feel anything but good will towards Ianus, for his Battle Brother had been forced to divert his own course to ensure he had time to fully armor himself for battle.

Ianus' response was one of humility as he reassured Talerion, "Brother, there is no need to apologize to me, a formal apology to the Justicar may be in order however. We should move on quickly now brother and rejoin the others." Ianus had never been one to mince words, least of all when the ship was under attack.

Talerion took the lead of the duo, retaking the passages through the fallen Traitor Guard he had personally cut down and making their way to the Plasma Engines with all haste. "Justicar," his voice called out over the vox comm, "I have linked up with Brother Ianus and we are presently moving towards your current location."

As the Justicar, Mordred and Auril came into view he watched the final throes of the Traitors who manned the makeshift turret meet their rightful deaths. Galahad issued orders, quickly explaining that there were still some twenty or so Traitors aboard the ship and that their target was likely the engine room.

Quickly slipping into the lead of the formation Talerion gave his reasoning, trying to explain that he was not simply hungry for glory as the others may have suspected. "With my psychokinetic defenses Brother Justicar I can protect myself and the rest of Dothrac at least momentarily from any ambush we may encounter." Taking note that Mordred's storm bolter was no longer with his brother in arms he continued "My storm bolter is still functional, so I would also be equipped to return volley from a distance if need be." His force halberd shimmered with crackling energies as he held the weapon in his right gauntleted hand, his left arm with his storm bolter also took a pink and white crackling pattern just over the vambrace, a psychokinetic barrier about the size of a combat shield forming, demonstrating his readiness to his battle brothers and in particular to Galahad.

Santaire 04-10-14 02:23 PM

I sprinted down the corridor after Mordred, letting off several shots with my storm bolter that tore through a man at the forefront of the enemy line before I crashed home, driving my Warding Stave through the stomach of another man before kicking him off the end of the weapon and spinning it over my palm and slamming the side of the stave into the side of another’s head. Releasing the staff from my right hand in mid air I stepped forward and caught it with my left, driving the sharpened butt through a man’s chest while my right fist smashed another in the face, snapping his head back so he fell like a rag doll with its strings cut.

A man lashed out with an axe and I stepped forward, placing my Warding Stave in the joint where handle met blade before yanking it back towards me. The weapon flew out of the man’s hand and twisted on the haft of my stave. I caught its handle and brought the weapon down on the cultist’s head, slicing him almost into two pieces as I dragged the axe down through his body. I released the hilt and stepped back, surveying the carnage.

Even as the last body fell Talerion and Ianus charged around the corner, skidding to a halt nearby. I also noted Mordred’s loss of his Storm Bolter. I would deal with it later though, we were in the middle of a combat situation and he had enabled us to reach our foe unharmed while remaining so himself. ‘With me brothers’ I sent before turning and pounding towards the engines, a distance swiftly covered by my squad.

As we entered the room I saw fifteen of the guardsmen firing at serfs who defended the area from the upper gangway, exchanging fire with their opponents using las-weapons and small side-arms. Both groups were in cover behind boxes of iron and although the serfs had no chance of actually winning the fight I could see how valiantly they had fought from the amount of enemy dead that littered the ground. Seven other targets were using the cover of the firefight to attach explosives to parts of the engine and the fuel lines.

"With my psychokinetic defences Brother Justicar I can protect myself and the rest of Dothrac at least momentarily from any ambush we may encounter. My storm bolter is still functional, so I would also be equipped to return volley from a distance if need be." Talerion’s words intruded into my thoughts and I looked to him. He had already taken point, standing closer to the enemy than any of the rest of the squad. Hearing his words of an ambush I loosened my mind from the constraints of my flesh and sought out the sparks that were the minds of our foes. Sliding into one of them I examined his surface thoughts and memories.

Pulling back I smiled. “We have no need of a defence Talerion. Not only could I not find the minds of any enemies lying in wait for an ambush but they are unaware that any of our ilk are onboard, thinking this to be a mere merchant or Imperial Guard ship. No, a defence against ambushes is not necessary at this time. If I have need of your abilities Brother, I will inform you. As it is, I want you to accompany me to eliminate the traitors attacking our serfs. Mordred, you will also be with us.” Turning to the two whose names I had not mentioned I spoke to them. “I need you to focus on the saboteurs Brothers. We cannot let them detonate the charges and destroy the engines for if they achieve so we and everyone onboard this ship will die. You will kill them quickly and without warning so that they cannot detonate the explosives in fear.” Addressing the squad as a whole I gave them the most important of my orders since I had become their Justicar. “No bolters Brothers, we cannot risk a stray round damaging the engines or setting off the enemy charges.”

I motioned to Ianus and Auril to move towards the saboteurs and began to move towards the fifteen men attacking the serfs. I motioned to Talerion to take point as he had wished to do earlier but before he did so I sent a simple message. ‘They cannot be made aware of us until Auril and Ianus have struck Brother.’

‘Mordred,’ I sent. ‘Flank around them and hit them from the left. I will hit them from the right and we will press them into a tighter pack and keep them exposed for fire from the upper gangway.’ It went off flawlessly, Ianus and Auril slicing their way through the saboteurs mere moments before Talerion crashed into the rear of the enemies we were targeting and Mordred and I flanked them.

I smashed in the face of one with the edge of my Warding Stave, spinning it in my hand to knock a blow with a bayonet down into the floor and flicked the head of the staff up to take the man who had lunged in the stomach, sending him staggering backwards. I reversed my grip on my weapon and drove it butt end first through the man’s sternum, pinning him against the crate he had been earlier sheltering behind. I heard a scream behind me and the crackle of a power sword. Turning quickly I knocked his blow aside with my Warding Stave but he had me on the back-foot. I was forced to step back several times, avoiding his crackling blade. I tired of the dance soon though and a quick series of illusions had the man screaming and trying to tear his own eyes out.

A fifth man attempted to get a shot off that would have took me in the throat, possibly even puncturing the seal from such a close range. However a las bolt took him at a steep angle from above, burning through his right temple and melting his brain. I raised my Warding Stave to the serf who fired the shot before turning back into the fray. But it seemed my work was done, Talerion and Mordred resting their swords and Ianus and Auril walking towards me.

I opened my mind, letting my senses explode as I sought for one person in particular. Jairus. I informed him of my squad’s success in securing the engine room and the esteemed Brotherhood Champion then ordered me to go to the teleportation banks. I returned to my own body, although loathe to confine myself to only five meagre senses, nothing at all compared with what my mind allowed me. Still, I relished the order I had been given, able to reliably guess what we were to do. ‘Brothers,’ I sent to my squad. ‘I believe we are to take the fight to the enemy aboard his ships.’

revan4559 04-10-14 05:10 PM

Pushing himself off of the now dead heretic that was crushed by the weight of his fully armoured form, Mordred looks around at the others as their knives harmlessly bounce of off of his armour and their las-rounds do not register as anything more than and annoyance. Reaching out with his left hand he grabs one of the heretics by the hair and yawns him forward before clamping his right hand around his jaw and with a savage twist he brutally snaps the mans neck before dropping him and turning to look for another target as he batters his way towards his sword. Stepping forward he back hands one man with the back of his left arm using what is left of his ruined Stormbolter to smash into the guardsman’s face and break his nose knocking him to the floor either dead or stunned Mordred did not care.

Moving towards his blade Mordred hauls a knife and pistol wielding guardsman up by the front of his uniform and slams his helmeted head into the mans face breaking his nose, shattering his jaw and snapping his neck all at once before dropping the corpse and striding over it where he then grips the hilt of his blade with both hands and withdraws it in one smooth motion. While holding it in the reverse grip Mordred thrusts it out behind him impaling a forth guardsman through the chest before withdrawing it and turning his blade to hold it in a normal grip where upon swinging it in a wide arc he removes the heads of two more traitorous guardsmen leaving arcing fountains of their blood to cover the walls and floor. Before he can maneuver for another swing that Mordred stops as the rest of his squad Brothers slam into the ground and slay the rest of them. Turning to look at Galahad he nods his head and awaits his Justicars orders.

Listening to Galahad order the now fully united squad, now that Talerion and Ianus have arrived they begin making their way towards the reactors at a sprint knowing that the remaining twenty-two traitors are still at large and are now at their primary objective which is proven when the squad skids to a halt at one of the entrances to the reactor core and see a fire fight going on between the ships serf’s and the traitor guardsman. Looking at the fire fight and then at the seven heretics attaching explosives to the core Mordred turns his helmet to look at Galahad and waits to see if his Justicar has any specific orders for dealing with these traitors.

Nodding his head in acknowledgement to being ordered to flank around the left Mordred moves off remaining hidden as best as he can while trying to avoid making too much noise as his boots clang against the steel floor and once he has moved to the left flank of the heretics currently engaged in battle he waits until Galahad begins his charge before making his own. Charging forward Mordred’s lips curl into a small smile as he watches his fellow brothers follow Galahad’s plan perfectly as he kicks off of the floor and launches himself into a jump and watches a guardsman turn to begin firing las-shots in his direction. Slamming his left foot into the traitors sternum he kicks the now dying Guardsman who would be drowning and choking on his own life blood into one of his fellow traitors knocking off balance, Mordred swings his sword in a two handed grip slicing through two other heretics thanks to the length of his sword and how close they were packed together.

Turning to look at two more traitors hiding behind some steel crates of spare parts Mordred sheath his two handed sword across his back and strides over to the crates ignoring the las-rounds pinning off of his armour and punches both of his hands through the crates hauling the two guardsman up off of the floor by their throats and stares at them with his expressionless helmet as he speaks to them before snapping their necks by increasing the pressure of his hold on them. “Your souls were damned the moment you turned from the Emperors Light, go now into the void after lift and tell the daemons that live there when they tear your corrupt souls asunder that Dothrac and the Grey Knights will never let them have this universe.”

Dropping the two bodies Mordred turns his attention to Galahad and strides over to him he redraws his blade and holds it in his right hand as he awaits his orders from Galahad. Listening to what he has to say about them taking the fight to the enemy Mordred wonders if he will have time to make a quick stop at the armory and meet with Brother Tech-Marine Juilianus before making his way with the rest of Dothrac to the nearest teleportation pad.

Krymson86 04-13-14 03:00 AM

“We have no need of a defence Talerion. Not only could I not find the minds of any enemies lying in wait for an ambush but they are unaware that any of our ilk are onboard, thinking this to be a mere merchant or Imperial Guard ship. No, a defence against ambushes is not necessary at this time. If I have need of your abilities Brother, I will inform you." Justicar Galahad spoke with authority he had not possessed mere days before and it still took some getting used to. this was the first encounter they'd had since losing Brother Justicar Zephyr and Talerion wondered if that somber thought was weighing on his own thought processes. "Of course Brother Justicar," he responded in genuine though, quickly putting aside his frustrations, he was a Grey Knight and as such was held to an even higher standard than any other Astartes and he chastized himself silently for even having such misgivings at a time like this.

‘They cannot be made aware of us until Auril and Ianus have struck Brother,' Galahad reached out to him in thought before motioning with his hand that he wanted Talerion to take point. Stealthily maneuvering in the shadowed and hazard red illuminated room he crept forward, crouching behind a data station in the engine room. "No bolters Brothers, we cannot risk a stray round damaging the engines or setting off the enemy charges,” were Galahad's followup orders. *+Of course Justicar, may our blades unleash the Emperor's Justice,"+* Talerion's thoughts reached out, audible to all of his brothers through their psychic link, but intoned mostly to Justicar Galahad.

As Auril and Ianus sprang forth from their concealment in the shadows, the saboteurs quickly turned their attention, in a desperate effort to defend their location. At the first flash of movement from his battle brothers Talerion leapt, literally into action from behind the data station, breaking into the rear of the assembled traitors, his left arm wielding a psychokinetic combat shield used to backhand one of the Traitors clear across the room, the heretic crashing in a crumpled heap of crushed flesh and bone. A thrust from his right hand saw another of the Traitor Guard run through with his Force Halberd, transitioned into a slashing motion to his right, tearing through the impaled Traitor with a surgically clean cut to tear through another Heretic's upper torso, leaving both in rough halves on the floor, their treacherous blood the price paid for their offense against the Imperium.

From the shadows a crack sounded, a rush of bright pink energies instantaneously reaching its target. Merely a foot away from his helm, Talerion's combat shield disappeared, a larger, broader half dome of pink and white psychokinetic energy flared up, diffusing the incoming Hellgun blast completely. Before the Traitor could exhale indisbelief, Talerion's halberd was released from his right hand, flying true and impaling the Heretic, hitting with such force that the man was pinned to the far wall. The pink and white flickering energy then encased both his fists, meaning to use them as both defensive and bludgeoning weapons against the foes of the Emperor, scanning quickly for more targets, but seeing that the member of Dothrac had handily and efficiently dispatched of their foes with nary a scratch on their respective armors.

‘Brothers,’ Justicar sent to the entire squad. ‘I believe we are to take the fight to the enemy aboard his ships.’ Talerion quickly collected his Nemsis Halberd and fell in line, knowing they were to proceed to the teleportation decks. *+At your orders Justicar we will bring glory to Squad Dothrac and justice to those who would defile His name and turn their back's on the Emperor!+* He let his thoughts be heard by the entire squad, he knew they would agree, he was not shy when it came to his feelings on those who would betray The Emperor and he relished the chance to serve the Imperium in combat.

Deus Mortis 04-20-14 10:16 PM

Brotherhood Champion Jairus stood by the teleportation array waiting for various units to arrive. Ignaus would continuously feed him information on smaller ships that could be taken by Strike Squads. One by one, these squads disappeared through the void and appeared in the heart of the enemy fleet. There were Astartes Chapters who specialised in this type of guerrilla warfare, but the Grey Knights were the finest troops that the Imperium could muster and Jairus had faith in his men.

As he waited for other squads to arrive, a lone ambassador arrived. “Ah Cato, it’s good to see you returned to us. We appreciate your service to the Emperor and our Chapter. Sadly, due to necessity, we had to let your squad continue onto other missions. However, Apothcary Michael tells me you are ready to serve again...” At that moment Squad Dothrac walked through the inscribed archways. “Right on time Dothrac!” Jairus said in an elated voice. “Cato, this is Squad Dothrac and their Justicar Galahad. They will be your new squad brothers!” A trembled rocked through the ship as another powerful broadside was deflected and another vessel destroyed by Holy Wrath’s powerful weapon batteries.

“Sadly there is no time for formal introductions. Your introductions will have to be conducted in the crucible of war. Magos, are we ready?”
“Affirmative Brotherhood Champion.” Replied Magos Kane, his voice metallic, cold and formal.
“You will take a vessel named Light of Hope. You should be teleported close to the bridge. Take control of that, and the rest should fall. The Emperor protects!” Then another Strike squad disappeared into the fray and Jairus returned to his duties.

All: Two developments this update. Firstly, Cato has joined your squad. You should introduce him to your psychic communion and at least indicate that you acknowledge him. The other is you have been teleported aboard one of the enemy vessels, the tactical information of the ship’s layout has been relayed to your HUD. You have your mission. Achieve it, by any and every means. Once you get on-board and kill those in your immediate surroundings, you may simply proceed blindly or conduct a ‘sending’ and collect intel before you proceed.

Galahad: You lead your unit to the teleportation chambers, passing serf and servitors carrying various reparation equipment, clearly bound for the breaches. They also carry flamers and tanks of blessed promethium, for purging the taint from your holy vessel. As you approach the arch-way leading to the teleportation you sense two other Grey Knights before you see them. One you recognise as Brotherhood Champion, and the other you don’t know. Once Jairus introduces you and your squad, you step into the teleportation array as Magos Kane runs the last few preparations. A moment later there is a blinding flash and you feel yourself being thrown through the warp, towards your quarry.

Your squad enters the enemy vessel with the force of a seismic explosion, the walls buckling outwards and those around you are thrown to the floor and against the walls, the impact killing many. Klaxons blare in defiance of your intrusion, but it is too late. You will find yourself momentarily disorientated by the teleportation. However, years of training and indoctrination allow you to recover far quicker than those around you, several of whom have been pulverised against the walls and floor by the force of your arrival. In the corridor there are about 20 men struggling to their feet even as you are already on yours. Put them down like the heretics that they are and then begin your journey forward and up four levels to the bridge.

Talerion: You follow Galahad unit to the teleportation chambers, passing serf and servitors carrying various reparation equipment, clearly bound for the breaches. They also carry flamers and tanks of blessed promethium, for purging the taint from your holy vessel. As you approach the arch-way leading to the teleportation you see two other Grey Knights. One you recognise as Brotherhood Champion, and the other you don’t know. Once Jairus introduces your squad, you step into the teleportation array as Magos Kane runs the last few preparations. A moment later there is a blinding flash and you feel yourself being thrown through the warp, towards your quarry.

The squad enters the enemy vessel with the force of a seismic explosion, the walls buckling outwards and those around you are thrown to the floor and against the walls, the impact killing many. Klaxons blare in defiance of your intrusion, but it is too late. You will find yourself momentarily disorientated by the teleportation. However, years of training and indoctrination allow you to recover far quicker than those around you, several of whom have been pulverised against the walls and floor by the force of your arrival. In the corridor there are about 20 men struggling to their feet even as you are already on yours. Put them down like the heretics that they are and then follow Galahad as you journey forward and up four levels to the bridge.

Auril: (If you can post your previous update with this one, that would be great, just so people know what you were up to in the last one.) You follow Galahad to the teleportation chambers, passing serf and servitors carrying various reparation equipment, clearly bound for the breaches. They also carry flamers and tanks of blessed promethium, for purging the taint from your holy vessel. As you approach the arch-way leading to the teleportation you see two other Grey Knights. One you recognise as Brotherhood Champion, and the other you don’t know. Once Jairus introduces your squad, you step into the teleportation array as Magos Kane runs the last few preparations. A moment later there is a blinding flash and you feel yourself being thrown through the warp, towards your quarry.

The squad enters the enemy vessel with the force of a seismic explosion, the walls buckling outwards and those around you are thrown to the floor and against the walls, the impact killing many. Klaxons blare in defiance of your intrusion, but it is too late. You will find yourself momentarily disorientated by the teleportation. However, years of training and indoctrination allow you to recover far quicker than those around you, several of whom have been pulverised against the walls and floor by the force of your arrival. In the corridor there are about 20 men struggling to their feet even as you are already on yours. Put them down like the heretics that they are and then follow Galahad as you journey forward and up four levels to the bridge.

Mordred: You follow Galahad to the teleportation chambers, passing serf and servitors carrying various reparation equipment, clearly bound for the breaches. They also carry flamers and tanks of blessed promethium, for purging the taint from your holy vessel. As you approach the arch-way leading to the teleportation you see two other Grey Knights. One you recognise as Brotherhood Champion, and the other you don’t know. Once Jairus introduces your squad, you step into the teleportation array as Magos Kane runs the last few preparations. A moment later there is a blinding flash and you feel yourself being thrown through the warp, towards your quarry.

The squad enters the enemy vessel with the force of a seismic explosion, the walls buckling outwards and those around you are thrown to the floor and against the walls, the impact killing many. Klaxons blare in defiance of your intrusion, but it is too late. You will find yourself momentarily disorientated by the teleportation. However, years of training and indoctrination allow you to recover far quicker than those around you, several of whom have been pulverised against the walls and floor by the force of your arrival. In the corridor there are about 20 men struggling to their feet even as you are already on yours. Put them down like the heretics that they are and then follow Galahad as you journey forward and up four levels to the bridge.

Cato: Apothecary Michael flicks through the data-slate for about the fourth time in your session. He hasn’t spoken in several minutes, but you can see him scrutinising your latest batch of tests. Your suspended animation was very turbulent for you, lasting over six months. It was only in the last two months that you have been awake, and the last four weeks have been ceaseless exercises in preparing yourself to resume your combat duties. Finally, Michael speaks. “All your organs are performing optimally. Muscle degradation is minimal and your Larraman count is satisfactory. I declare you fit for combat.” He puts the data-slate to the side. He is about to say something else when the klaxons sound.

After a moment of hesitation, Michael speaks into the vox-piece in his ear. “Yes sir, he is ready…I’ll tell him right away.” He turns back to you. “You are report to the armoury. Your weapons and armour have been prepared in advance for you. Once you have collected them you are to report to Brotherhood Champion Jairus in the teleportation array.” He stands and goes to move away, presumably to tend to other matters before flashing you a wry smile “No rest for the weary, eh Cato?”

You collect your armour and weapons and don them as quickly as possible as the ship repels the intruders. You proceed to the teleportation array, presumably anxious to resume live combat after so long spend out of the fray. You enter just as a squad is teleported out to battle and Brotherhood Champion Jairus greets you. As you two talk, another squad enters and Jairus introduces them to you as your new squad brothers. You then step into the teleportation array as Magos Kane runs the last few preparations. A moment later there is a blinding flash and you feel yourself being thrown through the warp, towards your quarry.

The squad enters the enemy vessel with the force of a seismic explosion, the walls buckling outwards and those around you are thrown to the floor and against the walls, the impact killing many. Klaxons blare in defiance of your intrusion, but it is too late. You will find yourself momentarily disorientated by the teleportation. However, years of training and indoctrination allow you to recover far quicker than those around you, several of whom have been pulverised against the walls and floor by the force of your arrival. In the corridor there are about 20 men struggling to their feet even as you are already on yours. Put them down like the heretics that they are and then follow Galahad as you journey forward and up four levels to the bridge.

(Hello everybody! Sorry about the rushed update even though it is overdue on my part. I wanted to give you guys an update and I had some free time to I took the opportunity to transition the space battle on a bit and introduce our newest player, Farseer Darvaleth. With his character being introduced, you might want to consider how your characters and the squad as a whole will react to their newest member given that they have all recently been bonded by their recent tragedy. This update is slightly lighter on the stabbing things and is more for discussing the recent fight, Cato joining the squad and anything else you like really.

Having said that, bear in mind that since there are about 20 enemies in the immediate vicinity, you should be killing about 4 each. Whilst Ianus is still ‘with you’ at this point, for all intents and purposes he does not factor into combat unless I say he does or you PM me and interact with him/me as you would any other NPC. Obviously if kyleripper returns I’ll integrate him back in, but until then or some accident befalls him, that’s how he’ll work as a character.

Oh, and happy Easter everyone!)

Krymson86 04-23-14 04:06 AM

Following in right behind Justicar Galahad, his tabard draped about his waist whipping about as they moved with great purpose to the teleportation decks. Talerion sensed two other Astartes were awaiting there arrival before he saw them. They were graced by the presence of the Brotherhood Champion himself, Jairus, resplendent in his artificer aegis armor stood before them, directing their path to war. Talerion could not help himself, somewhat in awe of such a celebrated warrior he took a single step forward, his halberd held across his chest and he formally bowed to the Champion, he spoke no words, the gesture was clear he was greatly honored to meet Jairus, a warrior so impeccable that the Brother Captain trusted him as his guardian. Someday Talerion hoped he would carry that mantle.

His attention was then pulled away as he returned to his proper place in formation of Dothrac, the other Grey Knight was a man he had never met, nor heard of. Reinforcements to accommodate recent losses in the squad were to be expected, but the loss of their comrades was still raw. He then noticed this new Astartes' right shoulder plate was black, in contrast to the armor of all other Grey Knights. Something about it grated Talerion, but still he introduced himself to this newcomer in a reasonably cordial tone +* Battlebrother Cato, my name is Talerion, your blades and bolter are welcome, though in Dothrac, our power armor is all grey.*+ He communicated telepathically, his words were more matter of fact than designed to be offensive, but he took great pride in the grey armor that Dothrac and the rest of the Grey Knights wore, the color of the armor his brothers had recently fought and died in.

As they were called up to the teleportation decks Talerion gestured with his force halberd to Mordred "To glory Brother Mordred!" a somewhat boastful laugh erupted from him, turned even more grating by the vox comm. The two often enjoyed a spirited rivalry and in typical fashion for Talerion, he had no problems announcing that he felt that they would cut, quite literally, through the enemy like a hot knife through butter. He then stepped onto the teleportation deck and a bright flash took hold of him.

A dizzying, nauseating sensation gripped him, his vision was blurred, everything was bright white, an electrical hiss and pop in the air about him. His vision returned to him, ingesting water to combat the terrible dryness that took hold of his throat with every teleport jump. With his faculties fully returned he stood up from his kneeling position, taking stock of his surroundings, all of his battle brothers had made the jump safely and were steeling themselves for the battle ahead. The klaxons rang out, droning on and on when he noticed a traitor getting himself to his feet. His storm bolter spit forth a burst, the concussive boom echoing in the chamber they had arrived in. The first bolter round impacted the traitor square in the chest, leaving nearly nothing left of the man and making the second bolt unnecessary as it tore into the shreds that remained of the body.

He then leapt forward, placing himself amidst a small fire team of traitors who had sought to rally themselves together. Their las guns went off, ricocheting off his ceramite plates, singing the slate grey armor, but nothing found its mark. Talerion landed in a thud, though with a surprising amount of grace in his form. He landed in a kneeling position, flicking his wrist and bringing his halberd up with lightning fast reflexes, the blade cut through one of the traitors with starling ease, cleaving him in two from the waist up through his skull, the body falling as blood spurted out onto the floor and wall as the body fell away. An expertly targeted strike with the butt end of the halberd connected with one of the heretics who had attempted to sneak up on him. The concussive force of the blunt end of the weapon connected with the man's chest, the audible crunch indicating the bursting of his heart and lungs along with the crushed in ribcage. A forcful, yet elegantly executed thrust saw another heretic impaled on the halberd, blood misting in the air as the blade was torn free of the vile man's torso.

His intended targets eliminated, Talerion quickly scanned the room for remaining threats and awaited additional orders.

Farseer Darvaleth 04-23-14 04:49 PM

Cato sat on the operating table, watching carefully as the Apothecary looked through his tests. Even as the ship came out of the Warp, protocol had to be observed. Cato could not be out training and fighting with his brothers, even after two months awake - it was a waste of resources. Cato felt himself becoming tense, so he closed his eyes and let his mind wander to calm himself.

Flashes of the duel that put him in suspended animation sprung, unbidden, in his thoughts. The daemon of the Blood God had singled him out, probably expecting a quick kill before moving on to his next victim. Cato remembered every stroke, every parry, every miss and every wound he sustained. The fight drew on longer, and longer, but still he persevered. Deeply enwrapped in his own memories now, Cato watched himself finally summon all his strength and crush the Herald with his psychic might, only allowing himself to collapse to the floor once the foul creature uttered its dying scream. Darkness clouded his vision as the tight hallways of the mining vessel faded from view, reinforcements finally making it aboard as an apothecary rushed to help Cato into his coma... and a figure, armoured head to foot in black, turned and walked away, just out of the corner of his eye...

"...and your Larraman count is satisfactory. I declare you fit for combat.”

Cato started, realising the Apothecary was speaking to him. He snapped open his eyes, looking up at the venerable healer. Cato stood, his mountainous features creasing into a smile.

"My thanks, brother. It will be good to - "

Cato was cut off by the warning klaxons. A frown crossed his face, while Apothecary Michael engaged in a brief vox transfer.

“You are report to the armoury. Your weapons and armour have been prepared in advance for you. Once you have collected them you are to report to Brotherhood Champion Jairus in the teleportation array.” Cato turned and his smile grew, flexing his muscles as he headed for the door. “No rest for the weary, eh Cato?”

Cato paused, turning back to the room that had been his home... no, his tomb, for the last nine weeks.

"Apothecary Michael, how can I rest when the Emperor's enemies do not?"

Cato ran down the hallway to the armoury, pushing past crew members who were making their way to battle-stations. The Grey Knights had already been mobilised, so Cato would need to hurry. An Mechanicum orderly stood by the armour racks, and there it was - his armour. The battle-scars had all been repaired and reinforced, the smooth surface spotless and polished with care. The golden eagle across the chestplate glistened, his black right shoulder-pad as forlorn as ever. Cato snapped out of his reverie, and motioned to the orderly.

"Quickly, now," he commanded, moving forward as the red-hooded man began armouring him. He moved with practiced ease as Cato transformed into a Knight once again, clad in the cold grey of the 666th Chapter. As the powerpack was connected the armour's systems came online. Cato reached and attached his helmet after the orderly had retreated to a respectful distance - after all, this choice was one left to each warrior. Finally, Cato turned to his weapons, mag-locking his grenade-belt and falchion sheathes to his waist, locking on his storm bolter to his left arm, before bringing his gauntleted hands down to the Nemesis Force Falchions, feeling their hilt before drawing them from their sheathes, whipping them around to feel their familiar weight once again. The armourers had removed the shackles from their hilts, but there was no time for that now. Cato turned and strode from the armoury: a Grey Knight once more.

***

Cato reached the teleportation bay just as bright light suffused it, the flash sending out an audible crack as a squad of Grey Knights was sent into the fray. Cato's blades were sheathed, but he itched to join battle with his foes. Cato bowed his head and made the sign of the Aquila before Jairus. He barely had time to hear that his old squad, or whatever was left of it, had already departed before a squad of Grey Knights entered. Jairus introduced them as his new brothers - Squad Dothrac, headed by Justicar Galahad.

Cato bowed his head and again made the sign of the Aquila before his new squadmates. He felt outwards gently with his mind, allowing himself to be absorbed into the squad's psychic communion. Feeling it prudent let the squad communicate to him with telepathy first, however, Cato introduced himself out loud.

"Greetings, brothers. I am Cato Marquand, declared fit for combat not minutes ago. I've spent the last eight months imprisoned by the good brother Michael in the Apothecarium," Cato chuckled, odd-sounding through his helmet's speakers, but endearing nonetheless. "I shouldn't joke, he has our best interests at heart, but I am eager to join battle after so long." Cato turned to Justicar Galahad.

"Brother Justicar, my psychic strengths are telekine, and my preferred weaponry a pair of falchions - I am at your disposal, I will fit into your squad's combat strategy in whichever way you deem best."

Cato felt a telepathic communication and welcomed it, his psychic senses matching body with voice - Talerion, his armour and halberd decorated with purity seals, and, as he indicated, purely grey. Now that his brothers had spoken telepathically first, Cato decided to return the courtesy, sending his thoughts to the squad.

+Well met, brother Talerion. Forgive me, I mean no offence with my black shoulder-pad. It reminds me of something of my past, very strongly, yet I still can't puzzle out why. Rest assured, I am a Grey Knight and will remain one until I die, no matter what heraldry I bear.+ Cato accompanied the message with a respectful nod in Talerion's direction, hoping this wouldn't be of too much concern.

(OOC: I'll post my combat after others have had a chance to say hello so I can reply!)

revan4559 05-04-14 02:41 PM

After slaying the heretics that were in the reactor room of the ship Mordred listens to the announcement that the squads will be taking the fight to the chaos warships and that they should head to the nearest teleportation chamber. Mordred looks at Galahad and nods his head before setting off at near full speed with the rest of his squad following behind Galahad. Mordred’s lips twist into an ever so slightly smile under his helmet as he thinks to himself that it will be good to take the fight to traitors instead of waiting around for them to attack the ship and the Grey Knights. Running along with the rest of Squad Dothrac Mordred turns his attention to Brotherhood Champion Jarius and a second unknown Grey Knight standing infront of the bulkhead leading into the teleportation array.

Nodding his head to the new comer to the squad Mordred skids to a halt in the middle of the teleportation array and does some last moment checks on his armour and weapons before disconnecting the remaining wreckage of his Stormbolter and throwing it away before removing the ammo clips that he had spare and almost never used, handing them out to all of his brothers in Squad Dothrac and the new comer who he now knew as Cato who joined in with the squad’s psychic choir. As Mordred felt the signs of teleportation soon to be commencing he took his sword handle in both hands and closes his eyes focusing his mind as he prepared to be hurled with the rest of his squad through the warp and onto the enemy ship, having experienced it before he found it best to have his eyes closed until he felt his feet touch steel decking again to help reduce to the affects of teleportation.

Opening his eyes Mordred gave himself a couple of moments to take in the devastation that comes with what happens when a squad of Grey Knights teleports into a confined space, looking at the buckled walls and crumpled bodies of the crew members that were there. Taking two steps forward Mordred didn’t need any orders from Galahad to know what needed to be done as he entered into a run somewhere between a jog and a sprint with his force sword gripped in his two hands still as he headed towards a group of four crew members that were pulling themselves up and pulling out small side arms that would not affect his armour integrity aswell. Leaning toward Mordred brought his blade crushing down from an overhead swing as he activated his blades energy field and sliced a crew member clean in two from shoulder to hip before pivoting on his left heel to remove the legs out from under a second one from the mid thighs de-activating the energy field at the same time to leave the crew member to die from trauma and blood loss.

Stepping over the bodies of the first two crew members that Mordred had killed he sets his sights on the third and fourth as the rest of Dothrac continue their killings, flinging out his left hand he gripped one crew member by the head with his hand wrapping almost completely around the front of the mans face before slamming his head into the side of the wall with a sickening wet thud before letting go and allowing the completely limp body to drop to the floor as Mordred then lifted his sword up in one hand and allowed his to rest over his right shoulder as he brought the front of his helmet down onto the forehead of the final crew member infront of him caving in the heretics face and snapping his neck in the process.

Wiping the blood from his faceplate with the back of his left hand Mordred then turned from his kills and set off to join Galahad and the rest of Dothrac on their way up to the bridge where they had been ordered to go and take over the ship by killing those there, all the time he was doing this Mordred kept an eye on the new member of Dothrac to see what his fighting style was like with his choice of weapons.

Deus Mortis 05-17-14 08:58 PM

All: Apparently the effects of teleportation affect some of you more than others. Because of this, several heretics do not die. Some think that their lives are best spent slowing your blades by any measure they can. Others sprint down multiple hallways, mostly out of self-preservation, but several will quickly alert others to you presence. As it stands, the chaos of battle has probably masked your approach, or at least your position on the ship. You objective is more complicated now. The longer you wait to take the bridge, the more likelihood there is of them finding you and turning the whole ship against you. But if you let the stragglers run, that might happen anyway.

Galahad: You feel the warp clinging to you for longer than it should as you are teleported, no doubt some machination of the enemy. You feel the plating of the ship under your feet, but your eyes are momentarily blinded by the kaleidoscope of anti-colour. Your shake it off with a psychic exertion and find that your squad is performing quite admirable without direction. However, the four you could have killed realise the fate of their fellows and quickly turn and run. You gun down two with your storm bolter, but the other two make it far enough to turn the corner. You need to take the bridge, but you don’t know exactly where the bridge is or the quickest route. In this moment a sending would be best, but perhaps you feel there isn’t time and you’d rather get moving. The squad awaits your command.

Talerion: You see Auril falter as he is teleported in. Either something has happened with his suit or some malady of this ship is affecting him, which would not be the first time such a thing has happened. Unfortunately, the crew which were closest to him seem to be responding faster than they should, no doubt similar machinations of the Dark Gods you fight, or perhaps their lesser servants. There are another four scrambling for their weapons and heavy bolt-cutters to try and find something to penetrate your holy ceremite forms. Put them down and help Auril to his feet, perhaps shielding him from the first of the las rounds his attackers will be able to fire before you are among them. By the time you have finished them off, no doubt Galahad will have further instructions for you.

Auril: See the pervious update and respond to this one appropriately.

Mordred: Several of members of the squad seem to be struggling with the teleportation. You notice Cato and Auril being uneasy on their feet, as well as Galahad. Some men brandishing welding equipment, who were thrown against the rear bulkhead, start to right themselves and make a move towards you, their blow-torches glaring in the dim light of the corridor you have appeared in. If they get past you, they could make it too a couple of the more disorientated members of the squad, their welding equipment potentially able to breach the Aegis. Kill them (there are another four) by which point Galahad should have more instructions for you.

Cato: The unused to the sensation of teleportation after so many months disorientates you slightly longer than most, although you still manage to slay about three heretics. The last decides better than trying to fight you, and turns on his heel and runs as fast as he can. Before you can gun him down, he turns a corner. You should probably inform Galahad and either chase him or wait for Galahad’s orders.


(Ok guys, this update is a bit shorter, just to give those who are lagging behind a chance to catch up so we can all keep this going. Santaire and HonorableMan have both said they have posts in the works, so I would appreciate if you could include this update in what you already have. From here there are a couple of paths you can take. You can let the stragglers run or you can hunt them down. You can perform a sending and recon ahead or just move as quickly as possible. Or you can split up and achieve multiple objectives at once. The choice is yours and I would like to let you guys have more freedom instead of me dictating everything you should be doing. If you do have questions, feel free to PM me, but hopefully we can have a good set of posts and get a bit more momentum to this RP.)

HonorableMan 05-19-14 04:50 AM

Auril sprinted down the corridor with Galahad, long strides carrying him far and heavy boots pounding on the deck. No sense wasting bolts on this... rabble... a blade would work far better.

He reached the barricade. He leapt. His sword flashed, and by the time he had landed there was another corpse collapsing. A powerful backstroke, and stinking bowels spewed out onto the floor; a careless coup de grace and a head rolled. A las-bolt ricocheted off of his war plate- he spun, and another heretic died.

One was left; Auril's hand flashed out, gauntleted fingers wrapping around the man's neck and pinning him to the bulkhead.

"May the Emperor spit on your soul." he growled, though the words never left his helm.

The fingers tightened with a series of wet cracks at the same time he eased the wide point of his sword up under the heretic's ribcage. He died quietly, eyes bulging in terror and pain. Too quick for such a person, but that was how it had to be.

The Astartes pulled his weapon free, at the same time opening his fingers and letting the body fall to the deck in an inelegant heap.

That would leave some twenty heretics somewhere in the ship- and the logical place for them to go would be the enginarium. Galahad voiced his orders but a moment later; Auril followed him, boots striking the deck heavily as they ran.

They came upon a firefight, valiant serfs fighting back against the heretic guardsmen. Galahad's orders were quick in coming. Saboteurs first.

It was difficult to sneak up on enemies in full battle-plate; nevertheless, the Grey Knight did his best. It seemed to work, at least as far as can be expected; he was five meters away when a heretic noticed him and opened his mouth to warn the others. Auril filled that mouth with the point of his sword; it punched out the back of the mortal's head and took off the top half of his skull.

The others were turning, but an Astartes, augmented and aided by an Aegis suit, was much, much faster. He swept low, scything the legs from beneath one of the heretics in a shower of gore; an upwards slash and he separated one into two pieces, from hip through collarbone. The last managed to get a few ill-aimed lasbolts off, but they cracked past the Grey Knight's shoulder plate, and barely a millisecond later the heretic's head was flying through the air.

Auril shook the blood free from his blade, bowed his head momentarily, and asked the God-Emperor for his blessing.

Ianus had taken care of the other three; Galahad and the rest were finishing the last of the heretics. Barely a moment later, the enginarium cleansed, Auril was following his Justicar to the teleportarium.

There were two more Knights waiting for them there- Jairus, the Brotherhood Champion, and another Astartes whose heraldry was unknown to Auril. The introductions were quick; Cato Marquand was to join Dothrac.

Auril returned the sign of the aquila; reaching out psychically, he made contact with Cato's mind, seeking to bring him into the squad-bond.

+I am Auril.+ he pulsed. That was all that needed to be sent. Stepping onto a teleporter pad, he waited for the rest of the squad. Once they had assembled, there was a whine of the teleporter activating-

-and then they were in the enemy ship. It was nauseating, almost overwhelmingly so, but Auril had faith in the God-Emperor and his augmentations. Unfortunately, it was netiher of those things that failed him; instead, it was his Aegis war-plate. The HUD was running on reserve power, the suit itself dead.

Auril didn't understand much about teleportation- that was for the Mechanicus and the techpriests. But he knew his battle-plate, and it looked- rather, felt- like the backpack connections had been scrambled. And the whine it was emitting meant it was overloading and would shut down to prevent a nuclear explosion, which would leave him utterly powerless.

He couldn't have that. But he was blind inside the helm; closing his physical eyes and opening his psychic ones, the Grey Knight focused on his backpack connection. There- the cables hadn't been properly reassembled by the teleport. They were hanging loose, unconnected.

With a grunt of effort, the Astartes reached back; war-plate weighed heavily on his arm, but he got there. Leaden fingers fumbled with the jacks; catching hold of one, he managed to plug it in. The last was a bit of a stretch.

He was very, very cognizant of Talerion defending him from the enemy; there would have to be much penance done. In the meantime-

-the cable went in, and Auril's helmet went live, eye-lenses blazing a bright blue. He could see; withdrawing his psychic senses back inside his skull, the Grey Knight struggled to his feet with Talerion's help, as power began to flood through the suit's pseudo-musculature. His Nemesis sword was still dangling loosely from his hand; scowling in displeasure, Auril clenched his fist over the hilt, pressing down the activation rune and sending arcs of blue lightning coursing across the blade.

+My thanks, brother.+ he pulsed.

revan4559 05-26-14 02:36 PM

Mordred's helmet turns left and right taking in the condition of his brothers and notes that out of all of them himself and Talerion are the only ones not having been affected by the affects of teleporting across to the ship. Turning his head to the left he sees four crew members with welding torches heading towards his brothers who are still coming out of the affects of teleportation and in order to protect them Mordred charges forward with his sword gripped in both hands. Stepping infront of the first one Mordred brings his blade down cleaving the crew member from shoulder to hip as he moves past not bothering to watch the man expire from blood loss and having been sheared in two.

Moving to the next one Mordred utters a low growl that leaves the vox on his helmet as the man turns in time to send the welding torch leaving a scorch mark across his chest-plate and thanks his armour's spirit that the armour itself was not damage as he impales the man down the full length of his blade before ripping it out through one side spilling his organs across the floor as Mordred then slams left pauldron first into the third crew member slamming him against the wall with a sickening crack of shattering his rib-cage and crushing organs.

Turning towards the fourth and final crew member as he approaches Galahad from behind Mordred throws his sword like a javelin and spears the man through the side of the neck almost removing his head completely due to how wide the blade of his sword is. Striding up to Galahad Mordred nods to his Justicar as he retrieves his sword and wipes it clean on the overalls of the fourth and final crew member that he had just killed and watches his brothers finish off those crew that were trying to attack them.

Turning to look down the corridor Mordred frowns as he sees several of those crew who had not been killed by the affects of the teleportation or by his brothers running off down the corridor to obviously either flee for their lives or alert their masters that a squad of Astartes have teleported onboard the ship and are killing their way to the crew. Opening his mind up to the squad psychic choir Mordred sends a mental message to Galahad as he begins to set off down the corridor after those crew that had gotten away. +"Brother-Justicar, I shall finish off these scum who are trying to flee and then meet up with you and the rest of the on your way to the bridge, it will only take me four minutes at best to hunt these worms down and dispatch them. Good hunting my brothers, I shall meet you shortly."+

With that Mordred bounds off down the corridor after those crew members that are trying to flee from him and his brothers and after a few corners he manages to catch sight of them running down the corridor towards an access hatch that will probably lead to their quarters and likely more crew members that would also need to be killed. What Mordred wasn't expecting when they charged through the access hatch and into the large room beyond as his sword flicked out taking the head from a fleeing crew member was to be confronted with the sight of hulking severely mutated Ogryn with the eight pointed star of chaos emblazoned on his chest. Mordred did not give the new threat time to register who he was fighting as he flicked his blade out to remove the mutants head he smiled lightly to himself: At least here was someone who might prove to be more of a challenge for his swordsmanship than weak-willed and frail mortals but he would need to end this quickly as he knew how strong these sub-humans could be and how many wounds the could take before their limited minds realized their were dead.

Krymson86 05-30-14 05:05 AM

*As they emerged from the teleport, Talerion was quick to glean what he could of their surroundings before taking note of Brother Auril. Something had befallen him during the jump. Seeing Auril brought to a knee and struggling with his Aegis Armor, Talerion leapt, landing in a crouch next to Auril, his left arm raised, storm bolter shouting in report, tearing into the gathering Traitor Guard that sought to impede them. A pink hued transparent dome seemed to encase Auril, the psychokinetic energies swirling and washing over the dome with splashes of bright white and crackled with energy, hissing as it absorbed and deflected blasts from lasguns and bolt cutters.

As Auril finished his field repairs on his Aegis armor, Talerion, quickly allowed the dome to encase himself as well, as the dome spread larger, the concentration of the pink and white energies seemed to fade, becoming a little clearer, more transparent and the hum of energy lessened. There was only so long and so much that Talerion could muster for such a barrier before he needed to gather his energies again. As Auril got to his feet Talerion nodded "Glad to have you back in the fight Brother Auril," slapping his compatriot on the left pauldron with his right gauntleted hand.

Talerion immediately set out to a small band of Traitors who had taken a semi-covered position, consisting of any scraps of metal they could find to form a makeshift barrier for themselves. The Grey Knight merely cut through the inferior metal with ease with his Force Halberd, the weapon was brought across in a deft slash and unceremoniously bisected three men just above the waist. A fourth was shot with his storm bolter as he tried to flee.

Talerion, seeing his brother in arms Mordred take off after the escaping Traitors decides to charge after his fellow bladesmith. Closing the distance to Mordred through the halls he communicates psychically with the swordsman +-Mordred, we shall clear these sectors together, we should not allow ourselves to be separated or spread so thin aboard this Warp Cursed ship-+. He relays his intentions to the Justicar as he sprints after Mordred. "Brother Justicar, I will seek after Mordred and ensure that we are not spread too thin. We shall reunite with you to take the bridge!"

Santaire 06-07-14 09:46 AM

I led Dothrac to the teleportation chambers, passing serfs and servitors evidently bound for the hull breaches with the repair equipment they carried and the flamers no doubt intended to be used to purge the filthy taint from the Holy Wrath. Pounding into the Teleportium brought me face to face with Jairus and another marine I did not recognise, though my mind instinctively reached out to him and caught snatches of his surface thoughts and a name. Cato.

“Right on time Dothrac!” Jairus said elatedly. “Cato, this is Squad Dothrac and their Justicar Galahad. They will be your new squad brothers!” The ship rocked from another powerful broadside and Jairus continued. “Sadly there is no time for formal introductions. Your introductions will have to be conducted in the crucible of war. Magos, are we ready?” The affirmative was spoken in a voice as warm as polished steel. “You will take a vessel named Light of Hope. You should be teleported close to the bridge. Take control of that, and the rest should fall. The Emperor protects!”

’Welcome Cato’ I sent just moments before the crackling energies of the teleport surrounded us and we were sent through the Warp.

A teleport was normally a simple enough action but this time the Warp clung to me even after we arrived, crackling over the plates of my armour and blinding me momentarily with the kaleidoscope of anti-colour. A brief mental exertion sent the strands back into the pit of hell from whence they came and gave me time to survey the situation. The squad was performing well enough without my direction but more than just I had been affected negatively by the jump through the Warp and several heretics were escaping our clutches. Four in particular caught my eye.

I planted my Warding Stave in the deck plating and raised my left arm, watching as the targeting sensors in my helmet flashed to indicate a hit. My first bullet took the trailing man’s left leg off at the knee, my second pulped his right hip and my third caught his descending head and popped it like an overripe melon. I switched targets, again taking aim. I let off a burst of fire that turned the man’s ribcage and organs into mincemeat, sending his mutilated corpse hurtling forward. Just before the third and fourth turned a corner I let off a slew of automatic fire, but apparently the Chaos Gods liked the two men and not a single shot hit them.

Mordred turned to me and held his sword as if to throw it. I didn’t hesitate and turned to see what he aimed at and his sword lanced over my shoulder like a javelin and caught the man who had been sneaking up behind me in the side of the neck, almost severing the man’s head entirely. Spasming, the corpse fell to the deck and Mordred strode over to wrench his sword free, nodding to me as he did so. Then my brother turned and glanced after the fleeing heretics with a thoughtful gaze. I began to curse, to reach out to hold him back.

But Mordred ever was one for hasty decisions.

+"Brother-Justicar, I shall finish off these scum who are trying to flee and then meet up with you and the rest of the on your way to the bridge, it will only take me four minutes at best to hunt these worms down and dispatch them. Good hunting my brothers, I shall meet you shortly."+ With that, Mordred bounded away after the fleeing men and guess who decided to follow him. With merely a glance Talerion followed Mordred, dashing after the older marine. His own words, excusing his actions, were just as annoying as Mordred’s albeit better founded. "Brother Justicar, I will seek after Mordred and ensure that we are not spread too thin. We shall reunite with you to take the bridge!"

“Why is it,” I cursed aloud, “that I am saddled with a squad full of hotheads who think they can take on an entire Chaos ship?” I noted the mental status of several of the squad members who had remained with me and added something else quickly. “That was a rhetorical question.”

“Brothers,” I said to those gathered with me. “I need you to watch this area and take down anything that comes anywhere near us. I am going to perform a sending and I need you to watch my back while I do so. I’m counting on you brothers, do not let me down.” With that I got into a meditative position on the floor, legs crossed and hands resting on my knees. I shut my eyes and opened my mind and the world exploded.

Deus Mortis 06-08-14 11:43 PM

The captain of Light of Hope had been dead for the best part of 72 hours. When Corphelus had declared independence from the oppressive Imperium of Man with the support of their new masters, the bearers of the word of chaos and power, the captain of Light of Hope had been murdered by his first mate, a man called Halvdan Gul. Now Captain Gul, as he insisted on being called, sat in the command throne. There was still a smear of blood leading from the throne where the serfs had dragged his commanders body to the nearest airlock. Surprisingly this did not bother Captain Gul. What did bother him was the black sword of a ship that had appeared from the warp with no identification codes and seemed to be content to tear into his comrade ships. The Imperium did not even know about this rebellion, surely this was not an imperial vessel. But if it was, this represented a far greater ship.

“Captain Gul…” said the Boatswain in a voice that indicated he was still resentful of Gul’s favour, but he didn’t pull the man up on it. “…something indicates a disturbance on the lower decks. Integrity of the hull damaged and apparently several serfs are dead.”
“Mutiny.” Gul spat. Clearly some loyalist members of the ship had escaped the cull and intended to damage the ship from the inside.
“My brother will take care of those traitors to the Word.” Said one of the figures which lurked in the shadows. That was another thing that made Gul uncomfortable. These giants set his teeth on edge, and their terrible shadow seemed to be infecting the ship. Less and less he was able to walk around the ship without feeling their essence crawling under his skin. Still, he daren’t challenge them, even on his ship.
“As you say my lords.” Gul was sure it was enough to put the mutiny down and he turned his attention to the void battle going on.

All: The battle aboard Light of Hopewill be over soon, exactly as Brotherhood Champion Jairus hoped. However, with these closing battle comes some dark revelations. The presence of traitor Astartes poses a far greater threat, both to your squad and to the campaign as a whole. As you encounter bitter enemies your minds may focus on your hate for them, what they represent and what they stole from you aboard that fated space hulk, Darkest of Days. Finish your mission, that should be your first priority.

Galahad: The remaining three members of your squad are the first minds you feel as you expand your mind and conduct The Sending. You feel other, lesser minds approach the epicentre of your Sending and then disappear as your brothers deal with them. Further afield you feel Mordred and Talerion and other minds there. You also feel a mind far more tainted than the rest, and more like yours. That might concern you. Quickly though you find the bridge and the path that will lead you there swiftest; the second left of the corridor to your right leads to a staircase which will take you up two levels. You then take a right, up another staircase and then follow the corridor to the left of the staircase which will lead your straight to bridge. What disturbs you though is the two minds you feel alongside the humans in the bridge. If the pervious brush with the post-human mind didn’t disturb you, this will. These are definitely Astartes souls, rotten to the core with corruption.

Your mission of establishing a route to the bridge complete, you retreat your consciousness into your own body. As you come up from your meditative position, you see Auril, Cato and Ianus finishing off the last of the traitors that tried to take advantage of your prone position. You should brief them on your discovered route but also on the nature of foe you face. You lead the way down the corridor and make your way to the bridge, cutting down all who oppose you. As you burst through, you see the traitorous Astartes you sensed. You also notice their warband signal; The Forsworn, the same warband your fought on Darkest of Days. The one that come to face you and Auril face is a warped creature with a cracking power maul and a bolt pistol. Work with him to slay this most vile heretic and slaughter the bridge crew.

Talerion: You keep up just behind Mordred as he makes his way through the tainted halls of this ship. Along the way you see Mordred quickly dispatch a tainted Ogryn whilst you slaughter the crew that huddled in corners, hoping their brutish bodyguard would protect them. You continue to chase crew through the halls before Mordred abruptly stops and keeps you back with an outstretched arm, preventing you from walking straight into a plasma-bolt. You smell the burning and melting or ceremite and you understand just how close Mordred and you came to being vaporised.

Before you can give it much thought, a corrupted Space marine with a plasma pistol and a claw for his left arm barrels round the corner, howling curses at you. Mordred blocks a swing from the Marine’s claw and you spot it’s warband iconography; The Forsworn, the same warband you fought on Darkest of Days. It is almost hard to believe that so soon after taking your Justicar and battle brother from you that you would face them again. You see the traitor motion to fire his plasma pistol again and you turn the bolt aside with a psychokinetic shield. Incensed at your interruption, it turns to face your holy Nemesis Force Halberd with it’s corrupt, mutated claw. In between your traded blows, Mordred takes off the front portion of the heretic’s helmet. Horribly, you recognise this heretic. Slay this heretic with Mordred and then make your way to the bridge. Despite what this traitor’s presence means, you have a mission to accomplish.

Auril: Galahad adopts a meditative position on the floor and you feel his consciousness expand due to your mental connection. You hold your Nemesis Force Weapon and at a ready position. For several long moments nothing happens, but quickly some of those heretics you allowed to escape come back with friends. There are about 10 of them and they are armed with a mixture of combat blades, las-pistols, lasguns and stubbers. Ianus and Cato will either hold position with you or move with you if you tell them to. You can stay back and dispatch them with bolt, grenade, and holy flame, or close the distance and bloody your sword.

As the last of them falls to either your bolts or your blade Galahad stands up and addresses you all. He informs you of the quickest route to the bridge. However, that is not what sets his voice and his mind on edge. He informs you that there are Chaos Space Marines on board. You all set down the closest corridor and follow Galahad’s lead, cutting down and serfs that oppose you with contemptuous flicks of your sword, curt bolt rounds and gouts of flames. You arrive to the bridge in a matter of moments. As you burst through, you see the Space Marines Galahad felt. You also notice their warband signal; The Forsworn, the same warband you fought on Darkest of Days. The one you and Galahad face is a warped creature with a cracking power maul and a bolt pistol. Work with your justicar to slay this most vile heretic and slaughter the bridge crew.

Mordred: As your chase the crew through the dim hallways, you keep your precognitive senses alert. You can see a ghost version of yourself moments ahead of you, taking hits you avoid. What stops you is when your ghost-self is vaporised from the waist up. You stop yourself just short of a corner, blocking Talerion from befalling the same fate you saw, and watch glowing bolt of plasma miss you by such a small margin it blackens the paint on your chest-plate. Barrelling round the corner is a brute of a Space Marine with a plasma pistol in one hand and a chitinous claw in place of his left hand.

Your Nemesis Force Sword comes up and deflects the sweeping strike of the corrupted Astarte’s claw. The Space Marine brings up his pistol to fire again, only for the bolt of superheated gas to be deflected by a psychokinetic shield conjured up by Talerion. The Astarte turns to face this new threat, you see the blasphemous symbol emblazoned on his shoulder; the mark of the Forsworn, the same warband you fought on Darkest of Days. Your Nemesis Force Sword swings up, narrowly missing striking a fatal blow against the traitor. It does however take off the front of his helmet, and the Astarte hastily removes the rest of it. Horrifyingly, you recognise his face. Slay this heretic with Talerion and then make your way to the bridge. Despite what this traitor’s presence means, you have a mission to accomplish.

Cato: You have yet to post for the last update. If you could I’d be great. For this update, assist Auril.

(Finally you get to fight some enemies which actually pose a threat to you. Your righteous souls, hexegramic wards and skill at arms will likely wrong-foot your foes, but your fights should reflect that these are still deadly opponents.

A note particularly to Mordred and Talerion, but it is relevant to all of you, the space hulk Darkest of Days was destroyed after you recovered the information the Mechanicus wanted, and the Foresworn aboard were presumed destroyed as well. However, here your fight one of their members whom you recognise. How deeply you choose to dwell on what that means is up to you. You may decide it is of little significance, or the thought that those who killed your brothers have not tasted justice could full you with the deepest rage. Hope you enjoy the update!)


Krymson86 06-13-14 05:52 AM

Racing, nearly haphazardly down the halls in an effort to keep pace with Mordred who had taken off with the best of intentions to pursue the few Traitor crewmen that had escaped their initial assault after they breached the Heretic ship. Talerion caught up with Mordered as his Brother was making quick work of a Traitor Ogryn, the brute looked even more deformed than a normal soldier of his ilk, he bore minor mutations that gave him even more animalistic features, and more disturbingly marks of Chaos had been etched or burned into his flesh in several places. When Mordred summarily took the Ogryn down and decapitated the creature, it's blood ran darker than it ought to, to the core the Ogryn had been corrupted. Much like the beast put down by Mordred, the further they press into the Light of Hope the deeper and darker the corruption seemed to sink, tainting the ship itself with an aura of malevolence.

As Mordred took care of the Ogryn, Talerion made use of his Force Halberd and spilled the blood of the Traitor Guard who had taken up positions in the shadows, hoping their brutish champion would be sufficient to delay or even kill the Astartes who had pursued them. A blue white flicker of the blade was the last thing the handful of Traitors would see before being vanquished from this world. Talerion took their lives as quickly as possible, there was no reason to take any more time than absolutely necessary, and a few deft slashes and thrusts with the Halberd and the once loyal Guardsmen were dead in a heap.

With a simple nod to his Brother they were again moving, Mordred taking the lead as the rushed through the corridors seeking out the bridge. As they rounded a corner Mordred's right arm suddenly shot out signalling for Talerion to stop. His momentum carried him forward still, skidding to a stop, Mordred's arm tensed and pushed back against the inertia of Talerion with such force that he caused his Brother to skid backwards almost two meters. The hiss and crackle in the air was unmistakable though, as was the white hot blue heat that rocketed just inches from them, the purity seal on Talerion's chest was singed from the heat of plasma burst, paint in the hallway peeled and disappeared entirely. There then came thudding steps, not unlike their own...-*An Astartes?...*- Talerion communicated his thoughts with his Brother, but his question was answered as around the corner, lambasting them with threats and curses stormed a once Battle Brother, a warrior of disdain beyond even the Traitor Guard. A Warp cursed Traitor Astartes of the Forsworn, adorned in deep, crimson red and silver livery, a plasma pistol in his right hand and a lightning claw...No, rather it was a mutated and disfigured melding of a lightning claw and the Astartes' own hand, a grotesque reptilian look to the skin that had melded with the flickering blades that were the fingers of its left hand.

Immediately the Forsworn Marine closed the distance to Mordred, the closer of the two Grey Knights, the Forsworn brought up his wicked looking claw in a slashing motion, the dark energies that leaped across the clawed fingers was adeptly met by Mordred's Nemesis Force Sword, the blade's own blue and white energies clashing with the dark and vile powers that emanated from the grotesque claw hand. Twisting his hand free the Forsworn attempted another attack, this time he raked downwards at Mordred, attempting to shear through his abdominal armor, repelled a second time, the Forsworn brought up his right hand the blue glow of the plasma pistol a clear sign of his intent. At such short range, even a Battle Brother as skilled as Mordred would find himself in trouble. As the burst of plasma tore free of the muzzle, the crackle and his of the super charged, and super heated gas echoed in the hall, a sudden flash erupted in front of Mordred in the form of a half dome, the wash of pink and white was strong and highly concentrated, Talerion pushed himself this time, at such short range he had needed to focus his energies completely to ensure that the blast did not penetrate the psykokinetic shield. The plasma burst fizzled on impact, the blue fires dissipating in the air. Talerion knew he would need a little time before he would be able to call upon such a potent kinetic shield again, but was given no time to completely take up position next to Mordred as the Forsworn lunged at him, slashing and tearing with his mutated claw. Talerion used his Halberd to great effect, utilizing his reach advantage and keeping the Traitor Marine just out of range. As the Forsworn lunged once again Talerion extended his Halberd forward, and rolling the weapon in a counter clockwise motion steered the Forsworn's arm off to his left, bringing the Halberd back around, completing the circle so to speak, he lunged forward himself, driving the Halberd into the exposed gap between the left paldron and chest plate of the Forsworn's armor, pinning him back, the Force Halberd cutting into the Traitor's shoulder joint, and digging into the tainted and rotted flesh beneath it.

In that moment Mordred lunged back into action, bringing his Nemesis Force Sword in an upward strike, seemingly perfectly placed, somehow the Forsworn managed to move his head back just enough, still the blade took off the front portion of the Traitor's helmet. The scarred and ravaged face of the Traitor beneath the helmet was none other than that of the Heretic who had driven his lightning claws through Brother Inoe's throat and laughed as Talerion's sworn Battle Brother had died at his feet. Stunned for a moment, Talerion's pressure on the Halberd loosened, the Forsworn took his chance to tear himself free, blood spurting from his wounded shoulder, a fresh, but faint wound running up the left side of his face courtesy of Brother Mordred. As he tore himself free, he took a jump back and holstered his plasma pistol, drawing a chainsword from his waist "You welps! You dogs to the False Emperor! I'll skin you both alive, eat your hearts and spit out your bones! I'll gladly tear you apart with my hand and my blade!" There was no jest in the Traitor's tone, if he had the chance he truly would make good on all of his threats, and his mutation showed that he quite possibly had strength beyond that of even a normal Astartes. But there were two expert bladesmen that he had to contend with. Talerion formed up next to his Battle Brother and gave a quick nod to Mordred -*We can take him, but we'll have to work together Brother!*-

HonorableMan 06-16-14 03:09 AM

Auril was wrathful, filled with righteous fury- the capricious tides of the warp had deprived him of the opportunity to castigate the heretics. No matter- there would be more. There were always more.

Galahad stated his intent- a Sending. Dothrac was to watch over their justicar; Auril strode over to stand in front of him, blade at the ready. It was not long before more heretics showed their filthy faces; ten, ten humans, carrying assorted las-weaponry and stub guns, along with rusted, bloody edged weapons and bludgeons.

Their faces lacked any and all reason, twisted flesh-masks of hatred and ruinous devotion. Their eyes bespoke a madness within them... a madness that the Emperor required extinguished.

Auril took two steps forward, angling his blade downwards; the filth was charging, las-weapons sparking and stub-guns howling. An Astartes warrior was a big target- their fire plinked off the ceramite and adamantium girding his flesh and soul. These bastards deserved nothing less than to be tossed into whatever hell awaited them, and Auril was happy to oblige.

+Brothers. Stay back.+

One more step. The first heretic reached him, crazed eyes staring up into the blue of his helm's lenses, butcher's cleaver raised high.

The thrust was strong, powerful, an explosion of fury along the Grey Knight's arm; the fat point of his Nemesis blade entered the heretic's abdomen, angled upwards. It burst free from the back of his neck, threads of gore exploding from the wound. Auril compressed every ounce of his wrath, gritting his teeth and forcing the anger into psychic form. His sword blazed blue, the light wavering for a fraction of a second- and then the flames burst forth from the weapon's hilt and washed up the blade.

The heretic's body caught flame, incinerated within a moment; the blast of azure fire caught the rest of the enemies, and they too burst into flame. Several screamed, dropping weapons; there were a series of cracks as skulls popped, bones cracked, and flesh began to melt, and then the screams stopped. Charred corpses hit the deck.

Auril flicked the ash from his sword, the silver-flecked iron clean as ever, and then stepped back.

A moment later, Galahad stood, unfolding from his meditative position. His sending had been a success- he told Dothrac of the quickest route to the bridge, but also the enemies that they would be facing. Chaos Marines. Traitor Astartes. The fallen.

Auril scowled inside his helm. Traitors. Again. This would be a challenge- but one that he would savor. The Emperor's light would show the way and guide the Grey Knights to victory.

He followed Galahad, exterminating all those they came across; slaves, servitors, it mattered not. They had been tainted, and they would all be purged. Cursory thrusts of his sword, backhanded blows, bursts of psychic fire; all served their purpose equally well. They left heretics in pieces in their wake.

Before long they arrived at the bridge. There they were- traitor Astartes, bearing the mark of the Forsworn, the same cursed filth that had killed Auril's brethren on the Darkest of Days. One in particular stood tall, a power maul clutched in one twisted hand, a bolt pistol in the other.

For the first time this day, Auril raised his left hand. This was an enemy worth the bolts.

The stuttering roar of the storm bolter mounted on his gauntlet sounded out loud as the Grey Knight clenched his fist; bolts struck the traitor's armor, skidded off the curved surfaces, left smears of metal in their wake as they detonated in the air. The pressure alone killed several menial servitors hooked to the instruments, but their deaths were not those Auril strove for; he growled and strode forward, directing his stream of fire at the traitor's armpits and abdomen, places where hopefully they'd penetrate and explode.

It was not to be. The traitor's power maul swept up, knocking several bolts away; at the same time, his pistol barked. A precise shot- the high-caliber slug smashed into Auril's helm and knocked him back a pace, snapping his head back.

This would not be decided with bolts.

Auril swept in, sidestepping a maul-swing; his lightning-quick thrusts were in turn dodged. The first blow would most likely decide this match, but each warrior was fast and deadly- except the traitor had centuries upon centuries of experience, while Auril was newly-implanted.

+Justicar.+ he pulsed, knowing that the two of them could do this together.


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