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The city of Cabilia, all that is left of this once proud city are ruins and large man size sewers that lead to many other locations, some in the city others outside of the city. You take cover behind some ruins as shots are fired as you. You begin to wonder how the enemy could have know your location in this city. You thought it would have been the perfect location for a hide out and to build up a resistance. Yet that plan had fallen apart. The city was now pouring in with traitor PDF and traitor Arbites. They were well organized, in fact to organized. Several more shots are fired at you which makes you exit your train of thought. Then all the shots stop firing. You take a quick look and see one of the traitor PDF walks towards you. After taking ten steps he stops. "It is useless to fight. You are surrounded and cannot hope to win or escape. Your false emperor has abandon you. Surrender and join us." says the PDF trooper who then waits for your response. As you look around you see that you are surrounded and the only thing between you and them are some ruins and an open man size sewer pipe to hide behind. Will you surrender or will you fight on. Choose carefully.

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Liane's lip curled back in disgust at the traitor's words, join those who would fore-swear their allegiance to the God-Emperor? Never. "The Emperor is with His loyal serveants always; a cowardly traitor deserves nothing more than death." She said before putting a bolt round into the man's head, showing the area with chunks of bone and brain matter.

Before the body had a chance to fall over, Liane was moving towards the ruins, firing her bolter one handed at other visible targets in an attempt to keep them down, relying on the protection of her power armour before she could get into cover. "My faith in the Emperor is absolute; nothing will sway me from His light." She yelled while running.

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You hear a bolter shot, a weapon usually not used by the PDF. You can make out the genereal direction of it and thus maybe sneak towards it and try to find out what happened. It won't be easy by emperor willing it, it just might be possible to make it to the origins of the bolter shot. Yet you begin to continue to hear more gunfire, now including mostly lasguns but a few rare cases of bolter fire.

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Commissar Mathias Tahlmil had fallen ever silent. A PDF Trooper, clad in a bulky green Flak armour with a clothe wrapped around his upper body and lower face with a pair of orange glowing bionics walked forwards confidently. His bald head was covered in scripture which seemed to move and writhe in the breeze. Behind him standing amongst makeshift barricades were hundreds of his fellow Traitor PDF Troopers, all dressed in similar armour and clothes.

He pushed his shoulder further into the hab wall as the Traitor stopped and lowered away the clothe over his mouth, revealing a lipless face with sharpened teeth stained with blood and grime. Raising his hands he let out a quiver and hissed “Loyalist forces. You are surrounded and outnumbered tenfold you must see the foolishness of resisting the Pantheon. Come, walk side by side with the Sons of Chaos! The Gods will bless you! Make you rich!-” suddenly the sound of Bolter fire roared in the distance, a dull thump that was dragged by the air as it continued Lasfire began to join in and the Chaos hoard began to stir.

He remembered being besieged on Heaven Fall with his Praetorians. He also remembered the three thousand deaths his regiment had suffered. His gloved fingers wrapped around his holstered Bolt Pistol and he returned “Traitor! You dare turn against His light? And then try to barter with me!” and stood, firing a single round it was sent spinning forth into the chest of the PDF Trooper who was sent spinning in a maelstrom of blood and bone, finger tips creating bloody rivets.

The other Traitors stared at their fallen leader, a single war horn blaring as Tahlmil leapt the wall and fired off several rounds, one striking a back mounted Flamer and engulfing a platoon of Traitors. The enemy charged, firing off wild shots into the air and tumbling over each other like a pack of Wolves as Mathias tumbled into the drain pipe, pulling a small mesh gate over him and sprinting into the water filled darkness.

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"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"

'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'

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Rosalinde sat drumming her fingers on her bolter, watching the auspex that was tacked onto her left arm absently since she couldn't poke her head out to return fire.
The damn traitors, they were too organised, there were more blips on the auspex moving around to surround Rosalinde's position, and there were a lot of them.
Too many for her currently, perhaps if she had a dozen grenades and another bolter, or maybe if they didn't know exactly where she was. She still found that ridiculous, Rosalinde was pretty good at playing the part of a sniper, finding good nests and staying hidden for hours on end especially utilisiing her auspex.

So it was decided, she needed to run this time, find a better position and send them all to hell. A drain nearby would provide that, but something strange happened... They'd stopped firing, and the auspex was showing one of them was moving to her position.
Weird, guardsmen never did that, they were either cowards running in the opposite direction, or they were with their comrades at all times, so Rosalinde glanced out from her cover and saw they were standing at ease, weapons only mildly ready.

The guardsman started talking, he was giving her an opportunity to join chaos, the words merely washed over her except for two;
"False... Emperor...?" Rosalinde said a little angrily, fists clenched as she looked at the guardsman, "What gives you the right to reject someone's rightful claim!? What has Chaos given you that's anywhere near as precious as what He has given us?"

"Chaos, is the true power, not the Emperor," the guardsman returned, getting ready to give the order to fire as it didn't look like this was going to be promising all of a sudden.
However... she seemed to have paused in silence for a moment, her helmeted visage not really giving any hints at what she might be thinking.
Rosalinde stared at her auspex unnoticeably, shifting her left arm a little as she carefully calculated the angles from her position, trying to mentally map where the guardsmen behind her were standing accurately enough for her plan.

A bolter fired off in the distance, as if the sound itself was a revolution against the traitors, before an array of guardsmen weaponry were heard, signifying a battle going on.
If Rosalinde could regroup with others like her it might give the Imperium a fighting chance here, she almost refused to let yet another city fall into the hands of chaos, no matter how in ruins the city was.

"Power, you think Chaos would give you power?" Rosalinde continued with a mocking laugh, "You have no idea do you? Of the true gift the Emperor has bestowed upon his people? The one thing Chaos can never hope to offer its minions. Let me show you."

Fortunately no one had really been paying attention where her left hand was going, more worried about hand hovering over the trigger of the weapon that'd blow a man in half from the inside out.
Her left hand snapped into view, grenade clenched tightly in her fingers with her thumb through the eye of the pin, easily thumbing the pin out as she stared at the guardsman.
"You all have three seconds to find out whether your life or your power is more important, use them wisely," Rosalinde declared quickly, tossing the grenade behind her with some force and lunging forward at the same time, seemingly in the blink of an eye since she caught them off guard, slamming the butt of her bolter into the leader's throat.

The guardsmen at her flank would have either ran or died from the grenade, either way it gave Rosalinde some breathing time. She roughly gripped the corpse of the late lead guardsman and used him as a meatshield as she hurried her way to cover, unleashing a small salvo of bolts from the hip, bolter hanging from the strap.
Her accuracy was a little impaired but she'd been training so hard with a bolter; several of the traitors before her had random parts of their bodies erupt into a burst of blood before collapsing, bolts ripping them apart.

She more or less ran straight for the drain, watching her auspex for any pursuit as well as looking ahead for who might have fired that bolt.
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Victoria was in her element as she rolled away from the fusilade of shots that exploded above her head and she ducked raising her storm bolter waiting for them to appear upon her vision. Yet the fusilade stopped and she watched carefully as one of the traitors approached her and she fingered the trigger of her storm bolter, ready to send the bastard hell with two bolts in his chest.

She held her aim yet her eyes flittered around her surrounding searching for cover. She noticed the ruins too her left and a sewer pipe to her right its open mouth a cavern of darkness. She didn't like darkness but she didn't really like death either and she was a pack horse and doubted she could make the cover of the ruins in time. The sewers were her best bet and she waited for the guardsman to stop shifting her wieight onto her left foot ready to sprint off in that direction as he opened his mouth an recited in a long drawling voice
"It is useless to fight. You are surrounded and cannot hope to win or escape. Your false emperor has abandon you. Surrender and join us."

"He was never with me" riposted Victoria "This is all me baby"

She swept her storm bolter up in a wide arc and fired watching as two bolts hit the traitors chest and he was thrown lack a rag doll by the impacts. The fusilade exploded around her once again yet she was already moving towards the sewer pipe, wrenching away the grating before diving inside.

She slid 20 feet before coming to land in something wet, sliding to her feet she picked herself up and started to run, plodding through the darkness. Her feet kicked up tiny splashes yet otherwise she was silent as the grave. she considered calling for vox help yet assumed the traitors had their frequency and she cursed under her breath as she was forced to hunch in the confined space.

Ahead she thought she heard the tiniest noise and she transferred her storm bolter to her stronger left hand and drew her long knife as she reduced her speed ever so slightly, whatever was coming she was ready.

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There was a soft click as Daphne's nimble fingers found the release stud and the spent magazine ejected from her bolter to fall silently into her palm. Her lips moved in a silent litany as her gloved hand slipped the new clip into the holy weapon and chambered a round with practiced ease.

She was crouched behind the crumbling lip of an impact crater, dust and debris coated her black armour and ash stained her face in dark smears. A sweat soaked curl hung limply across her forehead and Daphne brushed it aside absently as she squirmed through the refuse to peak warily over the jagged edge of her sanctuary.

The hiss of laz bolts drew counter points to the deeper voices of heavy stubbers and the rumble of far off artillery shells. As she reached the edge there was a sudden silence that fell over the immediate area, cautiously she peered between the twisted remains of a ground car that still smelled of the lingering odour of burnt metal.

One of the traitorous guardsmen paced purposely forwards, arrogance pulled around him like a cloak of deceit. His words caused her eyes to narrow in barely contained anger; though as he spoke she scanned her surrounds, there was movement from all sides. Guardsmen, like vile shadows, ghosted between the wreckage of the war-torn city to encircle her. Her green-gold eyes came to rest upon a open sewer pipe, its edges jagged and torn by the shells that had fallen in this section of the city.

She had been separated from her sisters during a running fire fight and mouthed a prayer that the Emperor watch over them in her absence. The traitor guard shifted his weight slightly, arms crossed over his chest as he seemingly awaited her reply. Daphne bunched her legs under her body, preparing to spring forward, and raised her voice over the silent field of battle,

'The Divine Emperor would never abandon me, for I am His childe as he is my Father! I would die a thousand deaths before I would turn my eyes from His light. I weep for your souls,' her silvery voice hung in the air like the first rays of the sun, 'beware my tears for they are the wrath of all those whom you have betrayed!'

Her first shot took him in the chest, scattering a confetti of viscera and bone behind him. Her second punched a hole through the traitor's forehead, erasing the shocked expression on his face with the wet sound of a over-ripe fruit being squeezed. Daphne leapt forward, not even caring to watch the mangled body collapse into the rubble of the street. She bounded with the grace of a hunting cat, firing from the hip as laz bolts nipped through the air around her.

The open sewer yawned before her, smelling of chemicals and unfiltered waste. Daphne hit the darkness without breaking stride, disappearing into the underbelly of the fallen city. Right as she entered the gapping maw, the golden voice of a bolter had cried out over the sounds of far-off battle. Her spirit soared on wings of faith at the glorious sound. Marking the general direction of the shots, Daphne set off through the putrid filth towards what she prayed to be her battle sisters.
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She was hiding on the second floor of one of the hab blocks as the traitor guardsmen marched down the street, doing door to door searches. A sudden explosion as one of them kicked in the door of the house where she was at signalled the death of him and his 2 friends, others rushed to the sides of the street and into cover, but one of them, their sergeant from the looks of his shoulderpads stood firm.
'You are surrounded, give up and join our cause, or find death waiting for you.'
He was right, she was surrounded on the ground floor. No way out, though they would be wary to enter her building, having already seen what her little boobytrap on the door had done, this gave her a little time. 'Not on your life, feth-head, You and your friends are going to have to come get me.' she yelled, checking from the side of the window outside, there was a beam connecting the two hab blocks going across the street, to provide lighting in the middle of the road. Behind the sergeant, she saw a man hole, leading to the sewers.
She clipped off a pair of rounds to some of the guardsmen in cover on one side, blindsiding herself on the other side of the street where the rest of them were. She was hoping they'd use the opening she was giving them to clear her way, one of the bolts hit the sergeant and blew off his arm.
'AHH GET THAT WITCH, you wretches!' he yelled as he went down, his men, rallied by his cry rushed towards the door, as they entered, she jumped out the window onto the ledge and ran across the thin metal beam.
They obviously had not counted on the fact they were facing a street girl, and a seraphim. She had been trained in acrobatics and speed. Clipping off another pair of rounds with her pistols, she shot one of the last guardsmen that was trying to enter her previous hiding spot on the ground floor, the other shot the one that had rised from the other side out of the cover she had driven him into earlier, then she jumped down into the manhole, as she hit the ground, she rolled and came to rest heavily against the wall. She took another grenade, set the timer to maximum and left it there, running loudly down the underground sewerway, she was a hive girl, she knew how to navigate the underground tunnels even by smell.
She had heard firing a few blocks away, bolter fire, and ran through the sewers towards where she had heard the sound, emperor willing, she could find another of her sisters, so they could regroup and reorganise.

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@Darkreever: The traitor PDF begin to open fire at you. Having taken cover their shots simple hit the ruins instead of you. You can see in their eyes that they are enraged by the fact that you killed one of their captains. In the background you see several repressor tanks coming down towards your position. All their Imperial symbols have either been removed or been replace by chaos symbol. This is a bad sign, as repressor tanks will make cover useless and your bolter will be unable to hurt it. It looks like things have gone from bad to worst. Yet you begin to hear lasfire coming from the sewers.

@Inquisitor Einar: As you make your way towards were the original bolter shot originated form, you see lasgun shots being fired at you. Several of the the traitor PDF have followed you through the Sewers. More and more will continue to come unless you can some how stop them. You are also pretty close to your fellow sister who fired the first bolter shot.

@Everyone else: As you enter the sewers, you begin to see traitor PDF come down the manholes. This means you can fight them one at a time but you don't have engough ammo to kill them all. Thus you need to find a way to either stop them or get away somehow. In the distance you can also hear lasfire in other parts of the sewers. Perhaps their are some loyal subjects to the Emperor in the sewers.
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Tahlmil spun around, the sound of splashing echoing behind him loudly. He found himself face to face with some eighteen Traitors, evident that a number at least in the hundreds were following the scout group. He took his cap off and clipped it to his belt, and holstered his Bolt Pistol balling his fists as he did so. The first enemy was a small wiry man in a ragged cloak, a icon held before him and emitting a unholy blue light.

The man stopped and Tahlmil grinned in the dim light, charging forwards he upercutted the dog and roared as the enemy fell back into its forces. Drawing his Bolt Pistol he fired twice and sent a pair of rounds rippling through the compact enemy, cutting down the closest foes and sending fragments of Bolt rounds flying into their enemy. He stopped dead in his tracks, lifted his weapon into the air and fired at the steam pipe, shrouding the entire tunnel in hot air he disappeared into the darkness.

Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.

"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"

'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'
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