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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
5/19/2016 10:23:31 AM
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[b]The Grey Knights.[/b]
The Inquisitor,Ling Defaln used a rather peculiar device,speaking into it.
"Uh,Adeptus Astartes I request two Grey Knights."
"Granted,Do not get them killed." said the man over the line.
Two Grey Knights were warped in,Their hulking grey Armor was at a perfect shine.
"At your command,Inquisitor."
They walked the halls of the Bloodwrath,eyeing every being they see.
"Damned Daemon ship...it feels alive." Said the Inquisitor,affixing his Digital weapon rings.
"We must purge this Demon scum for the Emperor." replied the Grey Knight to his left.
They eventually made it to the Main Quarters,where very few members of the imperium stayed.
They looked in briefly,most of them were sleeping,the ones who were awake were praying to the Emperor for a blessing or keeping themselves busy with anything.
Ling and his Grey knights walked in.
"Keep guard until further notice...question anyone that comes by. If it's a demon notify me and kill it."
They nodded and exited the room,keeping watch on the outside.
Ling pulled up a chair and sat in it,reading his Grimiore of True Daemon Names.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[u][b]"Indeed. Let us make haste."[/b][/u] The Primarch turned around, going down the dark hallways. [b][u]"I do hope the Imperial forces manage to secure some kind of stronghold."[/u][/b]
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"Indeed. For these are dangerous times. This ship is out of the ordinary indeed. I do wonder who is controlling the ship?" He eyed the hallways,making sure that no Demons will jump the trio. "I expect resistance...."
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[b][u]"I suspect my foul brother, who calls himself the Summoner now. This ship... I have reason to believe it is the Bloodwrath."[/u][/b]
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"The Summoner?" Ling said curiously. "This is grave news indeed...A primarch gone rogue..We should hurry,who knows how long it shall take." At this point ling was sprinting the halls.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 5/19/2016 8:08:57 PM[b][u]"Primarchs have gone rogue long ago, Inquisitor. So long ago..."[/u][/b] He scratches his scarred throat. [b][u]"I still bear the scars of their betrayal."[/u][/b]
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"Ah yes..." Ling remebered how the Inquisiton was even made..or atleast remade.. "We should be nearby. Chaos is not as tainted here."
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Indeed, the Inquisitor was right. Distant sounds of Imperial Hellguns could be heard, the signature weapon of Kasrkin infantry. It seems they were in the middle of a battle.
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The Inquisitor unslinged his Incinerator. Sprinting down the halls,Rather eager to fight.
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The 7th Baltic Manticores, perhaps [i]the[/i] fiercest regiment of Tempestus to ever serve the Imperium, were dug in underneath piles upon piles of dead heretics. Cultists, Chaos Marines, even Daemons, they were entrenched before mounds of Warp spawns, dead at their feet. They fought viciously, efficiently, victoriously. The Chaos forces fought in retreat, but the Regiment did not move. The room was quite vast, about the size of the chamber found on the Necron mothership, only slightly smaller. It seemed to be some kind of forgotten, old, massive killzone of kinds, where glorious battles would happen in the honour of the lords of chaos. Already, the Tempestus had assembled a base. Techpriest engineers were indeed known to work quickly and rapidly under pressure. A regimental command office, blue ferrocrete building bearing the Manticores' flags, stood in a very tactically secure location. It seems the famed tactical Genius of the Tempestor Prime of the Baltic Manticores was no exaggeration: Among the corpses that littered the battlefield, there were no imperial casualties. Certainly, there had been wounded. But none had died. After shredding apart another group of cultists, the Kasrkins stopped firing. They saw the Inquisitor approach with the Primarch from a distance, relieved immensely that their fears of being the only imperial presence on board was unfounded.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 5/20/2016 12:17:04 AM"I see the 7th regiment is doing very well,But we have to discuss business with Her." The Inquisitor walked along the battlefield,remarking the lack of Imperial Deaths. "Very good indeed..." He walked further to the base,His and the Primarchs presence demanded great respect. As they walked he noted the Tempestus' Prime works. Certainly impressive even to Ling.
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A squad of seven Tempestus Scions ran up to them from their entrenched position, covered by their brethren. The colour pattern of the Manticores was a primary colour of Blueish turquoise, with a secondary red cherry pattern. [i]"Thank the Emperor, other imperials! We thought we were stuck out here without support... We've been holed out in this position for fourteen days already."[/i]
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"Such is a perlious time indeed...I was nearly certain I was alone on this ship too,then I found Imperial refugees,Civilians though. You should Evac them here,for their protection. And one more thing,Where is the Tempestus Prime? We need to talk."
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[i]"Prime Lancaster? She's inside the Regimental Command. Follow the trench back down that way, past the Punisher turrets."[/i]
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"Thank you." Ling with his Grey Knight jumped down into the trench,following it to the punisher turrets. Eventually they made it to the building,Rather eager to visit.
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The Primarch approached the ferrocrete building, voiced could be heard from within. A female and a male. [i]"That's impossible! I was entire systems away, far from the Regiment! Even they were split between different fronts! Why were they all brought to this one place?"[/i] Said the female. Most likely the Prime. [u]"I tell you, milady... the warp sends me garbled visions... as if something, a great presence, was attempting to impede it... we have already had to hospitalize many of our psykers who had strained themselves trying to discover the truth behind all of this."[/u] [i]"Try not to strain yourself too much, Tyrellius. As Psyker Primaris, losing you would be striking a deadly handicap unto us."[/i]
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Ling entered. "It is no mere coincidence. Someone brought us here,but who I do not know." Lied Ling. "Clearly we mustn't strain ourselves over this matter as there are bigger items on the plate. The Warp flows through this ship,it is a prime area for Daemons and the like."
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She pointed her hellpistol directly at his head as he entered the building. But upon seeing the Primarch, she lowered her weapon. [i]"Emperor almighty, ever heard of knocking? Last thing I expected to walk through this door is a primarch..."[/i] She then noticed the markings on Ling's armour. Immediately, her attitude shifted. [i]"... and an Inquisitor. Of course. The last thing we bloody need..."[/i]
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"Now is not the time to hurl any insults." Said the Inquisitor. "There are many things you should hear.."
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[i]"Most of them lies, I know how you inquisitors do business. I'll put my trust in the Son of the Emperor over the man who lies for a living."[/i] She looks at the Primarch. [i]"Lord Guilliman, I am but a humble woman of the Imperium. I simply ask, as a concerned leader of men, where are we?"[/i] Guilliman, who had been smiling interiorly at the somewhat ridiculous situation, spoke. [b][u]"Your mistrust is understood. In our predicament, it would be better to be honest with each and every one of us, especially if we wish to escape this place alive. Isn't that right, Ling? Anyhow, to answer your question, madam..?"[/u][/b] The Tempestor Prime stood at attention, saluting. [i]"Tempestor Prime Eleanor Lancaster, Lord-General of the 7th Baltic Manticores, My Lord!"[/i] [b][u]"Thank you. To answer your inquiry, we are aboard a vessel that I suspect belongs to the forces of Chaos. While the Inquisitor speaks the truth about his ignorance of what brought us here, I have a hypothesis of who may have orchestrated such a foul plot..."[/u][/b]
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"This is no time for petty squabbles. but we can confirm some things. We are trapped on this ship,The Warp is strong here on the ship,It acts like a conduit of sorts meaning we are literally trapped. While I do not know of the reasoning on why we are on this ship,seeing how everyone I met has memory loss it is of malicious intent indeed. and finally I can be of assistance if one is willing to co-operate. Now I shall let Lord Guilliman explain his theory."
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Edited by Shadlezz: 5/20/2016 1:33:21 AM[b][u]"I suspect my fallen brother, Summoner, is behind this wicked plot. And ai suspect this place of being his flagship, the bloodwrath."[/u][/b] The Prime's face remained hidden underneath her visor, emotions unable of being told. She pondered. [i]"This is troubling news. At least, we may know our location, which is already more than what I could hope for."[/i]
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"Now then. We know possibly a mere glimmer of the threats power. Perhaps The Summoner has allies upon the ship or maybe he is alone,with an army of Chaos. I assume you have started mapping out the place Madam? If so then that is very good news considering the state in which we are in. if not we can start right now."
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[i]"We have made attempts at reconnaissance, but it has been difficult. We have been under constant assault ever since we first got here. The first week was the most difficult... we've mapped out this room, at the very least. Eight kilometers squared, exactly. It's a lot of ground to cover, but it gives us good leeway to settle and get a proper fortification set."[/i]
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"Good. I can inform you that the area whence we came from is a mere dead end except for some Quarters. Atleast a good couple hundred meters from here to there. Anyhow Do you have any Digital Weapons on you? you will need them for any upcoming battles."
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[spoiler]Digital? Enlighten me[/spoiler]
