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5/28/2016 9:06:09 PM
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[spoiler]*cue techno boner.*[/spoiler]
The Priest was rather surprised by the whole team..but he decided to speak to the man within the experimental Armor first.
"[b][u]So you have been chosen to wield this fine piece of the Omnissah..I must say you wield this Armor well. This certainly is an experimental piece, but it has proven itself atleast in my eyes well.[/u][/b]"
He went over to the commander.
"[b][u]You must be the leader of this group yes? I would say you would require me for repairs and such. Your group is certainly impressive. Nonetheless I have a goal in mind, How is it that an Artisan Tech Priest came all the way from Mars to this ship?[/u][/b]"
[spoiler]artisans tech priests are basically high ranking priests who design Weapons and such and send that shit to forge worlds.[/spoiler]
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The commander, General Diomedes Aurelius, looked at the priest. [i]"I can't answer your question, priest, since I do not know myself. We arrived with the details robbed of us, but it was clear to us that dangerous Xenos lurk about this ship. It is our duty to cleanse it."[/i]
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"[b][u]Oh how my brothers would love to examine the bodies upon the ship. But it seems this memory wipe is certainly not coincidental. How we must find this secret is vital for our...escape.[/u][/b]" At this point the babbling Servitor was hitting it's head against the wall, as if an attempt to kill itself and snap back into the dead. One of the Mechandrites grabbed the Servitors shoulder and jerked him away from the wall.
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They didn't pay any attention to the servitors. [i]"we need to get you someplace secure, priest. These halls are not safe for a man of learning as yourself."[/i]
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"[b][u]Of course. Though I can provide assistance until such a time is present.[/u][/b]" The priest said, the Mechandrite swiveling back.
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[i]"indeed. The Techmarine will be rejoiced to have another mechanic assissting him."[/i]
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"[b][u]Good, Now then where would we find an imperial base?[/u][/b]" Said the Priest.
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[i]"Well, I wouldn't know..."[/i]
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"[b][u]Okay then, back where I came from is my Cryostasis tube. I'm assuming you and your men passed it on the way here... that leaves another way.[/u][/b]" He pointed in the direction of the Necrons.
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[i]"You may be right, Priest. We will follow your judgment."/i]
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The Priest walked towards the direction the Necrons marched too. He was rather wary even with his Servitors and a squad of Death Watch on his side. The Necrons are a tricky race, with their immortality and all.
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But nothing is ever truly immortal. Hence why skulls of Necron immortals lay at their feet as they walked. The Astartes with the brand new armour, Damien, took point. His armour was home to special features... he was a space marine scout squad and tactical squad all in one. He wielded a stalker combi bolter/plasma single-handedly, as his helmet was programmed with many independent features, including an unparalleled targetimg system. Not only that, but he could detect anything within a mile.
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The Tech Priest of course kept an eye on Damien, for if he fücked that Armor up beyond repair hell hath no fury like this Tech Priests Rage. The rooms mood changed gloomily from the Necronic setting to a more Daemonic. Of all the Chaos God statues that were in the hallway it has to be Tzeentch. Of course Damiens detector detected something approaching..and at a walking pace at that.
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[u][i]"Detecting movement ahead, brothers. Let us be careful."[/i][/u] The entire team began moving slower, more carefully. Their weapons were drawn, aimed and ready to fire. [i]"Brother-Librarian, what do you see?"[/i] The brother from the Exorcists breathed in deeply. [b]"I see chaos... it surrounds us... a great presence..."[/b]
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[b]The Unmistakable feeling of Tzeentch was brought down upon the group as Feryun, Chaos Lord of Tzeentch and True Heir of Sorcery was within their presence. His rather Tall size and Pearl eyes pierced into the groups souls...[/b] "Ah...So a group of poor unfortunate Space Marines and their Mechanical Friends....How delicious these souls would be...Except I must say that there is a cease fire upon Chaos and Imperium..How you got into my 'part' of the ship is beyond me. You must be lost indeed, I can be willing to tell that you are headed in the wrong direction..I have nothing to offer, so either talk your petty sentences or get on your way."
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[i]"Hold, Brothers."[/i] The General stood up to the Sorcerer, not intimidated in the least. [i]"A cease fire? I am tempted not to believe that every branch of festering chaos wench complies with this. We have been purging some heretics already. Perhaps you should get your forces in line, witch."[/i] He turns back. [i]"Jericho, we move out."[/i] The group headed back the way they came.
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"[b][u]What an interesting fellow...thinking he can defeat the forces of the Omnissah. Or God Emperor in your case, He may Speak the truth though otherwise why would we not fight him?[/u][/b]" Said the Priest. [spoiler]I have no clue where to pull this.[/spoiler]
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[i]"because I feel he may still be an asset to us. He could have ambushed us in a thousand different ways back there, yet he didn't. He chose to open his wretched mouth and unfurl his forked tongue. Perhaps he speaks some truth, although I would sooner trust an Ork than a slave to chaos."[/i]
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"[b][u]Ah yes..Orks...Disgusting pigs...their technology is primitive and useless and yet they are a threat. Also I have no idea where we could be..[/u][/b] Replied the Priest.
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[i]"I believe that we are in the eastern portion of the vessel."[/i]
