Solaki, Kain, Cleomenes, Raxan, Raziel, Izrael, Dymethus:
The hammer never strikes, and thus the anvil lay undisturbed.
As they often do with the Astartes, the battle unfolds in seconds.
In his glorious armor, Cleomenes advanced, bolter raising in his arms with perfect form. Stock square at his shoulder, sights lined to his eye drawing a bead on the limbs showing behind the dreadnought's statuesque leg. His upper body was motionless, but his legs still strode forward with haste.
He was the first to open fire, black ink exploding over Solaki's mechanical shins.
Dymethus made his second brave move. He rose only slightly from behind his cover, raising his bolt pistol to return shots.
The pistol fired, but the round went high into the air as his head was knocked backward by the force of the pseudo rounds pummeling into it.
As the non-Sothan lay on his back behind the dreadnought, black ink covering his armor's upper features, the Veteran Sergeant's voice rang out, "Dymethus is dead. Solaki is still offline.
Izrael with his back against the wall, a giant beside the large open window, heard the shots ring out and sure enough Ryan's voice was instantly in his ear, "Fire on the Sergeant, now.
His long blonde hair flew in the air with the speed in which he turned, shouldering the windows edge. His eyes spotted the chainsword wielding Sergeant advancing behind Cleomenes instantly and his bolter sang its song.
Sergeant Scrious and the plume helmed traveler went down in precisely the same manner, rounds flying through the ring of pillars from two angles, sending ink splashing into the pillars, the ground around them and of course most notably the gold sections of their armor.
"Cleomenes and Kain have fallen," came the voice of fate once more.
Raxan's cover fire never came. He had moved forward toward the courtyard, the barrel of his weapon raised up to the window Izrael appeared in as Raziel moved into the building to their left to begin flanking. The signal to pull the trigger had just left his brain when something struck the side of his bolter, knocking it clean out of his grip. He glanced at the ground and saw a chainsword by his bolter.
The long-standing warrior roared and brought his right hand up in a fist to strike at what was surely coming. An opposing black gauntlet, its owner silent, caught his fist mid-swing. The ring of pain in his elbow barely registered as his faceplate was struck, and a knee flew into his gut making his nerves unsure of where to focus.
One strong arm wrapped around Raxan's collar bone and throat. A bolt pistol was raised over his shoulder.
Zurick bellowed a single word, "Raziel!"
Raziel turned at the doorway he had just entered at the top of a small set of stairs and received three rounds to the chest and head, black ink bursting out of the pseudo shells. He turned to see Zurick behind Raxan using his body as cover in a hostage position. Raziel had spent years in the deathwatch infiltrating an Ork empire (Jackinator's words), and had done so successfully.
In some degree of disbelief he remained still, standing at the doorway with the thick ink rolling down the crevices of his armor and watched through blotched eye lenses as Zurick turned his bolt pistol to the side of Raxan's helm and fired.
"Team Gold has been defeated."
Everyone exits the city block and the room comes back to life as the gears beneath the floor begin turning again, and the structures sink back into the flooring.
All eight Scythes of the Emperor walked silently past another falling world, crumbling to the ground. The New had indeed triumphed where the traditional had fallen fast. Perhaps an indication of the times, or more so than any of the Scythes might believe anyway, having no idea just how much the galaxy had been changing in the last twenty years while they were struggling for survival and vengeance. It would become apparent to them soon though, as would the truth of Cleomenes's last words to Ryan before coming to this training bay.
Once the city has disappeared Solaki finally moves, coming over to everyone as they re-rack their training weapons. Tobias, still enacting controls for the complex room shouts from his platform, "We should do this again soon, I think."
What does your character say or do?
Vermaas Castus and Spurius:
Castus, walking about the near-empty vessel for his own reasons, was also completely alone in doing so for some time, until the blast doors down the hallway in the direction he was heading open with a hiss. Brother Vermaas walks through. Its been some time since he has spoken to the overly-modest zealot and its odd to run into him on such a random corridor of the ship when most of the chapter has stuck to the hangar, bridge, training bays, or personal chambers for the last two decades.
Vermaas is also surprised to see another marine before him as he walks through the blast doors. Who else would be wandering the ship like this? He quickly see it is Brother Castus, one he has not spoken with in quite some time. A fiery loyal individual who hardly has anyone left to be loyal to, some may say, losing so many squad mates in the past.
Castus, for whatever reason, decides to say little to nothing to Vermaas. But not long after, Vermaas comes across another marine, and one he is a bit more familiar with as of late, brother Spurius.
It is up to you two if your character tries to speak with the other. If you want them to just walk past, what are your character's thoughts?
Multiple posts are of course allowed. I am giving a two to three weeks time frame for this one. I will be more specific when I know I can be.
You can never be prepared for the unexpected
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