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"Aye, we only have eight hours. Not enough time to do proper reconnaissance. The most expedient course is best. We will set our forces to committing raids and use their distraction to make our move."
6 DOF
"We accept your terms, but time is short. Show us your stores."
Deathraven nods in agreement.
"If they prove unwilling to submit, then Brother Draex will have the blood that he wishes for his god."
"Yes, we should pay them a visit. If not for our quarry, then for armaments. They are followers of the Machine Spirit. At the least they will have weapons with which to arm our other forces."
"Time is not a luxury that you possess. Find him quickly. Your world depends on it."
"Do so. We want him located as soon as possible. Do this, and you will please us greatly."
"Lericet Slaus. What do you know of one called Nereus?"
Deathraven looks around to get some idea of what kind of firepower this group has.
5 degrees of failue. +5 Corruption.
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vs 82
"Do you have ways of hearing the rumours of the streets above? Use them. Find places that people are avoiding. Or places where people are disappearing without a trace. Possibly even places where people come back changed." Deathraven wasn't holding out hope that they could accomplish this, but it gave them something to do while the Marines meted out death and carnage. Much better than killing themselves for entertainment.
"I have a job for you and your minions, Grens Scadegung. After you direct us to the fortress of this witch, I want you to locate a sorcerer called Nereus. He is somewhere in this Hive. When you find him, report back. Do not engage him. Do you understand?"
"She has never faced the Black Legion. We are the Gods of War. What are you called, mutant?" Deathraven orders two other mutants to reattach his jetpack while checking his weaponry as they prepared for war.
"I agree with your assesment, cousin Aldegund. But I think we should show them a taste of our power by eliminating this Lericet Slaus first. It will show them the folly of standing against us and give Draex someone on which to sate his bloodlust. I doubt he could stomach much more negotiation at this point." He turns his attention back to the mutant. "Where can we find this witch you speak of?"
"Before we worry about arming them, let us discover what they are up against, hmm?"
Deathraven watches Draex move off. He's well aware of the war raging within his 'cousin' which makes him particularly unsuitable for infiltration missions such as this. He respected his ability to keep the bloodlust under control, tenuous as it was, but he knew they had better find someone for him to kill soon if they were to have any hope of success. He turned his attention back to the large mutant that he had just defeated in single combat. "You were saying?"
"Tell us the state of affairs in this Hive. Who were you fighting with before we arrived?"
"Correct. You may live. You will serve me until I deem otherwise. Stand down, Draex. There are others to slay. You may only kill these if they prove unworthy of our cause." He looks around at the mutant rabble. "Does anyone have an objection that they wish to voice?"
"Who is in charge here?"
vs 61 Deathraven nimbly evades both swings before jabbing the power fist at the mutant once more.
Once again, Deathraven watches the axe swing wide. His opponent lacked skill, though his ferocity almost made up for it.
Missed.
Deathraven watches the axe slam into the ground next to him before swinging a looping overhand with the power fist.
Pen 9
vs 61 Deathraven counter-attacks with a wicked uppercut from his power fist.
Spending Infamy point
Deathraven calmly snaps the plasma pistol from his hip and points it at the huge mutant. "I am Deathraven of the Black Legion. Know the name of your slayer."
Pen 8
Init.
"Choose a second, then. If we fight, you may not survive, and then we could not talk." Deathraven steps forward, shrugging out of his jump pack, but keeping the rest of his gear. No one said anything about fighting fair.
Deathraven watches the mutants carefully, but he wants to give Taloc the opportunity to use his sorcerous abilities to good effect. "Chieftain, we would have words with you."
"I think any choice is as good as any other, at this point, as long as we keep moving. Let's go, brothers. We have a world to take." Deathraven chose a direction and moved off.
Deathraven began looking for a way into the Hive.
"My wounds will heal on their own. Please direct me to your armory where I may ministrate to my armour."
"Another choice is to wait here and hope that another vessel eventually comes along."
"How long will it take your ship to get there?"
"Brothers, I suggest we take up this cause. It will give us the opportunity to see how our enemies have fared in 10,000 years. We can gauge their strengths and test their mettle in a smaller engagement while building our strength to prepare our thrust into the heart of the Imperium. What say you all?"
"I, for one, follow no will but my own. If the Gods are in harmony, so be it. If not, I have no need of them. But that is a discussion for another time. We require supplies and provisions. And we also need to know the state of the galaxy. Where are we? What year is this?"
"What world would you lead us to? And how are we to ensure the rituals you desire?"
"Who are you? Why have you been waiting for us?
"Who, or what, is this Oracle?"
vs 61
Dethraven leaps through the portal, his jetpack flaring to life.
"We should destroy the drones. We should try to keep the vehicles intact. We may be able to use them or get some useful intel from them." Eclipse Dark thinks for a moment, and then nods. "We should let Valerie know and see if she has a crew for them. If so, she should get them into position for when we're ready to move."
Pen 4
Deathraven draws his bolter and unleashes a burst at the shard.
vs 64
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