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[i][b]And so Bracheous got on one knee, after getting off his bike. He knew who these men were, and for that he carried a great respect, and he hanged his head, staring deeply at the floor. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Rise, brother. There is no need for such pleasantries. The honour is very appreciated."[/i] Their leader spoke, General Diomedes Aurelius. He was the only remaining member of the Dusk Raiders, who were now known as the traitorous legion of the Death Guard. His loyal brethren had all been killed save for him, who had managed to fend off the traitors during his escape. He was once the right hand man of their primarch, Noiratrom, but now he served the Imperium as best he could. He was Veteran of more than ten centuries of fighting.
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"To what do I owe this pleasure, general? Have your me. Come seeking shelter and supplies?" [i][b]Bracheous had asked. He rose from his kneeling position and brought his eyes to meet the man before him, a look of awe on his face beneath the helmet. [/b][/i]
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[i]"We had escorted a priest of the Mechanicus to this location for safety. We are on our way back to the hunt. A tyranid hive has been spotted nearby. We are going to purge it."[/i]
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"Ah, would you and your men like any assistance from me?" [i][b]Bracheous had inquired. He had wanted to aide these men in their mission, and he figured that fighting would be the best way to do it. [/b][/i]
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[i]"This mission might prove too dangerous for a simple marine. We would hate to lose a brother in the line of duty."[/i]
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"With all due respect sir, I am the last of my chapter, and that's because I was a good fighter. Chaos entities had me surrounded, forced me to fight for the Emperor in an arena, and I fought my way out: I hold more power than just a single marine."
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[i]"Hmph. Your survival does indicate your skill somewhat. You may accompany us."[/i]
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"Thank you, general. I will follow you on my Assault Bike." [i][b]The marine responded. He approached his bike again and threw his left leg over it, before he revved the engines up and backed out of the way, allowing the Deathwatch to move ahead of him. [/b][/i]
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The marines moved at a relatively slow pace, what with being in Terminator gear and all. They were rapid for terminators, however, handling the extremely heavy and bulky armour with ease and grace. The man in the advanced astartes armour walked to their pace, respecting the order of the group.
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[i][b]Bracheous wasn't going to lie to himself, the groups speed irked him a great deal. He comes from the White Scars, so having to be slower wasn't exactly ideal for him. But nonetheless, he followed the group closely, driving at the same pace as the group walked. [/b][/i]
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They reached a tight corridor, where his bike was at a serious mobility disadvantage. [i]"If you still wish to follow us, it is best you abandon that engine behind. It will only impede you."[/i]
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"Alright, the bike will stay behind." [i][b]Bracheous felt a sadness wash over him, but he quickly shrugged it off as he dismounted the bike. He grabbed his Chainsword and Bolter pistol from his sides, where they were quickly pulled from the holsters he had fashioned from salvaged leather. And with that, he quickly followed the group. [/b][/i]
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The group moved through the corridor, the advanced astartes armour wielder, Damien, was at the front. [u]"Movement detected, General Diomedes. Forward, at all points. The hive is closer than we anticipated."[/u]
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[i][b]Bracheous listened eagerly at the man's words. The adrenaline was starting to come to him, as it has before every fight he went into. He kept the Chainsword's blades from activating for the moment, but he tightened his grip on the gun. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Weapons ready, Jericho. They come for us, and we come for them."[/i] They moved in single file lines until the corridor opened up wide enough for them to move as a group.
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[i][b]Bracheous was staying at the rear of the group, allowing the heavily armoured group to stay ahead of him, as his gear was light compared to theirs. He was near the right side, almost on the outskirts of the group, to fit with his fight style. [/b][/i]
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The distant screaming of Tyranid beasts could be heard as they advanced, they were definitely nearing a stronghold.
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"Tyranids, sounds like quite a few... We're nearing a stronghold." [i][b]Bracheous had said softly, as to not disturb the silence. He had hoped that the silence was the one thing that kept the Tyranids from hearing the group from afar, though he doubted it based on the fact that he was near Terminators. [/b][/i]
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[u]"Knight assault incoming!"[/u] Said Damien. [i]"Combat position, column C!"[/i] The marines spread in a prescribed manner, their heavy firepower to the sides while their melee combattants were near the front to Aggravate the enemies. Damien was at the rear with his Stalker Bolter.
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[i][b]Bracheous was always favouring a combination between Chainsword and Bolter Pistol, so that's exactly what he used. He ran at the sides of the group and took the stragglers with his Chainsword, firing at any who closed in on him to flank with the Bolter Pistol. [/b][/i]
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The tides of Tyranids hadn't come yet, but they came soon enough. Having them trapped in a single corridor put them in a killzone. The tides of knights rushed through the hallway, stepping over one another in an animalistic rage to kill. The superheavy terminators fired their combination of extremely heavy weapons, with plasma bolts and jets of flame flying into the oncoming wave, mixed in with blasts of autocannon fire. Those that got close were met by the power mace of General Diomedes and the Ax of brother Heracles, not to forget the power sword of the brother-chaplain. Damien stayed in the back, sniping with his stalker bolter whose rounds were coated with a special acid that burned through entire Tyranids, cleaving columns out of the corridor. The Brother-Librarian sent out bolts of psychic energy that killed Tyranids from his staff.
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[i][b]Bracheous watched these men in awe when he had the briefest of moments between combat, but he continued to attack with the fury and speed befitting of a Crimson Scar. He would truly have made the Great Khan, Jaghatai, proud from how he fought. [/b][/i]
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The corpses began piling, slowing down their assault to the point where it was useless to attack. But again, Tyranids didn't understand the concept of strategy, simply mindless charge. So they were being killed off in strides, until none were left.
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[i][b]Bracheous' armour was stained in the blood of the Tyranids, giving a truly frightening look to his figure. The Chainsword stopped roaring loudly as the blade stopped spinning, leaving the silence and the corpses. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Let us keep moving, brothers. The hive is still nearby."[/i]
