As the hail of bullets start splattering, ringing and otherwise bouncing around everywhere around them, Monia hits the dirt and gets behind solid cover; like most things with a self-preservation instinct, she wasnt fond of getting shot at.
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As the witch tried to, once again, summon psychic flame to drown the grots that were hastily setting up a heavy weapon, she was, thankfully, not greeted by a surge of uncontrollable warp energies. What answered her call, however, was an eerie silence as nothing happened. She cursed at the fact that she hadnt gotten any good rest since they slew the ork-slime-thing a while back to recuperate and made a dash for cover once she had proven to be ineffective.
As, yet again, Monia attempts to call on the warp, something goes awry on this attempt and instead a torrent of foul energy builds up within her and is subsequently and, thankfully, harmlessly released.
Ugh of course things break when I post and suddenly theres a double post; and here I thought the site had eaten my first post :\
Seeing that the gretchin were not all dead yet, Monia reaches into the warp once again to unleash a blast of psy-fire upon the xenos that were trying really hard to kill them all.
As the energies gathered and coiled, sparked and spat around her staff's head, with a subtle flick and but nary a thought, she turned it all into flame and inhaling deep, she then blew into the collected psyflame with unnatural force sending the gouts of un-fire into the incoming orkoids.
Seeing that the gretchin were not all dead yet, Monia reaches into the warp once again to unleash a blast of psy-fire upon the xenos that were trying really hard to kill them all.
As the warp roiled around her, sparking and crackling as the energies coalesced around her staff, with a simple thought she transformed lightning into flame and blew into it with an unnatural breath sending the warpflame into the group of orkoids headed their way.
Being a human Flamethrower, Monia decides to wait until the orks commit to coming at them in the tunnels before unleashing her wrath on them.
Monia just waits behind THudd, Warp energies starting to flow around her as he readied herself to attack alongside the rest.
Even with Thud helping her get a good third of the way up, and getting a good start, general weariness, a trooper with a disassembled heavy stubber suddenly stopping ahead of her caused her to stop, start and stumble at points but after a few close calls, she made it to the top.
"Sarge, you think Thud might help give us a head start up this...ladder? The sooner we're out of here the better and the big buy is pretty damn tall and can reach pretty high up."
"Unharmed, Sarge!" he replied, her heart thumping in her chest as the sudden fall caught her, like pretty much everyone else, unawares.
"I dont know about you lot but I'd much rather be indoors instead of exposed to the exterior climate of a Hive Cities heights..." she mumbled as she headed back into the lift with the rest of the squad.
Using her staff to help her across the various pipes, Monia does so rather easily but not as gracefully as some of her other squadmates. "Sir! Possible contact on our right! Sounds like they might be messing with some mechanical stuff!" She says pointing in the direction of the corridor the sound came from but not necessarily slowing down to check it out unless their CO does so.
Monia continues on with the group occasionally casting a wary eye behind them for pursuing orks; ready to telekenetically lob some debris at them to slow them down.
"Why cant the Mechanicum ever make anything simple for the uninitiated to follow!
Are there Orks >30m? if yes:: Impact Damage, Pen 2
Monia, after being on this Emperor-forsaken world for as long as the regiment has been as well as the run-ins with the warp that she has personally had, well, this was a trifle by comparison.
Hearing the booms coming from the rear cart Monia pipes up "Sir! I think the boys in the back are in some real danger!"
"By the Emperor...that worked!" is all Monia says in a surprised sigh; before snapping back to readiness. Without anything else immediately trying to kill them again, she still maintains a readied posture even as the machine-voice spoke aloud, overpowering the sounds of combat. As the Sergeant gives orders, Monia simply replies with a "Roger that, sir."
Seeing the Ork drop down in the midst of them much too close for comfort and a bit too close to her squad mates for her to "safely" set it on fire, Monia instead tries to mentally assail the xenos aberration before her.
"How about you get out there and show 'Bomba' who's boss, Ork!" Monia shouts over the din of combat and the train in general, her words seeping with Warp Power.
"SIR! Something impacted the roof of the car! Didn't sound like an orkish projectile!"
Before she even gets the chance to alert the squad that she sensed orks somewhere nearby, Notch, the Ogryns handler, alerts them all over their comms that they were already too close for comfort. Not wanting to risk trying to jump across to the open-topped train cart, Monia just bides her time...
"Aye, sir. Will do." she nods sternly in acknowledgement.
Krish, Cormaeg: "Roger that Sarge. If it comes to it, know that I can make em Hallucinate or put fear of the God Emperor into them. Can attempt some Mind Control but its not easy."
Having the sergeant call them both over, Monia raises an eyebrow in curiosity and complies swiftly making her way over to the Sergeant.
Cormaeg, Krish:
"I have read cases of other humans having seemingly formed sympathetic relationships with the area they inhabit; being able to...feel...the life of the place and those within. If Krish says he hasn't found sign, then I'll take his word for it. For all we know, she's a latent psyker who's yet to awaken. Either way, if she doesn't die at some point, we're going to have to bring her in for testing." "If you wish, we could have a chat with her?"
Attempting to comm command after their little chat: ++Command, this is Squad Cormaeg; 15 minute check-in. Do you read, over.++
Monia, still weary and very much a guardsman in this respect, takes any opportunity to rest. She posts up opposite of Krish, takes a swig from her canteen and forces herself to eat a ration bar to keep her energy levels up. On the upside, at least the lack of windows meant that anyone on the outside of the Mars-Alpha Pattern Mechano-Motive Engine would be unable to see them. The downside was, orks being orks, they probably wouldnt know that there were any xenos on the outside until they started shooting the craft up for the fun of it.
Still weary from her previous SNAFU when harnessing the warp, Monia's attention is mainly focused inwards on herself, on recuperating and refortifying her will. It was no easy task, meditating on the move and it definitely made the process difficult but, there was a good bunch of them and she had faith that they were capable enough to find a colored marker to lead them to their destination.
Monia buddies up with Leni in the middle-ish of the group as they advance forward.
"...I somehow feel like the munitorum won't be paying us back for that."
Monia helps Leni with packing her equipment back up; it was the least she could do since the majority of her work came by way of Psychically Cauterizing wounds. The grenade had caught her off guard, however, and she was silently disappointed that neither her nor the newcomer Krish had noticed the thing properly until it was too late; their hearing having been fine tuned after years of training within the Schola. "Just because the warp is fickle does not mean that I intentionally cause auditory hallucinations to assail us when it bucks from my grasp, I will have you know!" she responds to the Medics comment in a feigned huff. Once done she brushes her now-dusted armour as she stands, thankful that their Guard Flak provided extra protection against explosions such as this.
"Whoa there Thud, watch your aim!" too distracted to get out of line of fire from Thuds Ripper, Monia hears only her own gear rustle and clatter around her.
"...Those are some big rats..."Monia mutters to herself as she sees them scurry away. "Sir, I'd take caution that if we did try to brute force our way through that we might trigger more hidden defenses the Mechanicus might have put in place. You can never truly be sure with them..." the psyker, of all people, warns as the idea of their Ogryn Eviscerating his way through the armaplast barriers was brought up.
"I repeat: Squad MacCammon, One - Oxen Nova Epsilon - Ork contact. We have also encountered a group of civilians count <insert number of civvies, 4 I think?>. Equipment will follow, Over." "Equipment:
"Location is <foodstore; quadrant of the spire we're in>, over." Monia relays back to HQ after being asked for a more detailed report.
"Roger that, sir." And Monia heads ever-so-slightly away from the ogryn and company as they loudly declare their piousness and turns on the vox unit and voxes HQ "This is Squad MacCammon, fifteen minute report-in. Encountered and dispatched singular Orkish...entity, over."
Grunting in frustration as the warp buckles and denies her from using her gifts upon the foe before them, Monia sees the slime-thing just explode and split and immediately the weird warp-pressure she had been feeling disperses. "By the Emperor's Flame, be purged!" is all she says before the warp energy that she was attempting to draw on now surges into her, she wastes no time standing fully upright and spewing forth a great gout of warpflame at the larger of slime globules.
Shaken but undeterred - she had a duty to uphold and a job to do - Monia slaps her cheeks once then stands up from where she was hidden and attempts to summon forth her Warp Flames.
"Argh! Tha-that thing is messing with my connection to the Empyrean. " Is all she'll angrily say; mostly to herself.
OH MAN GUYS I SURE DO LOVE THE SMELL OF PERILS OF THE WARP FIRST THING IN THE MORNING (I dont actually)
Witnessing this horror is definitely not a pleasant sight especially since it was seemingly Psychically charged. That said, instead of cower and fear and die, Monias fight instinct kicked in.
"Fire in the hole!" is all Monia says as she takes a position and takes a visible deep breath before...
Bad Things. Especially for Monia; everyone can read:
And Monia quickly ducks back into cover confused as to why her power did not go off but, at that precise moment, she feels the temperature suddenly drop around her and her mind suddenly starts filling with other voices that feed into her confusion and adds to the self-doubt she was already feeling. Though she had been trained by the Schola Psykana to always gird the mind against such invasion, the perfect storm of the orkoid...thing, her own failure and the thinness of the veil-between-realities due to the concentrated psychic might gathered caused her defenses to be wide open to the predations of the warp. While she was still combat effective, she was definitely no longer as self-assured and confident as she once was.
Monia expected the civvies to not grasp the warning they just gave but the immediacy of them saying the name took her off guard and therefore the psychic...slap...nearly caused her to double over in pain but she luckily caught herself...barely. "A-Aye sir, ready and waiting!" is all she manages to get out. In the few seconds of calm she has before its her turn to move up, she tries to psychically ping their surroundings again.
But the flurry of activity and the previous mental hit is enough to disrupt her concentration.
”...Its...Coming from behind us?” is all she says as she confusedly turns around to see Simmins making his way to them from behind their position. The only other source was Krish..? She thought it odd that she’d be feeling a phenomena coming from him; he had no reason to start unleashing his powers. Furrowing her brow she kept her gaze locked on where their squadmates were appearing from as they came to join them.
”Sir, I...I have felt something its hard to describe but whatever it is has coincided with that name you spoke aloud. Allow me a second to see if I can’t glean more from the... ripple...Ive felt.” Monia state as the group wait sfor the FNG and Simmins to join them. a simple success I think (afb and mobile)
"Thud, can you stop waving your eviscerator around? You're scaring our new...uh...friends...?" Asks the Psyker as she rounds the the corner hearing the unidentified mortals beyond shout in fear and panic. "Are you OK Leni?" Monia asks as she keeps herself at the ready; these might not be Orks but she's faced her fair share of Human enemies already and it pays to never let your guard down until they've been verified as friendly. Hopefully she wouldn't have to use her powers here because being in such close proximity to the now-pious Ogryn...well...one could never be too safe or know what might scare the abhumans.
Monia just readies her staff before her as she ducks into the room following Leni, sticking to the right where the medic went left so that they might better cover the entirety of the room once the "signal" was given for them to join in.
”Understood Sir.” Monia replies as she slides into cover with her staff at the ready; it was mostly there to steady herself on when traversing he uneven terrain and block swiped from greenskins-come-too-close.
"R-right...Roger that, sir."she stammered back Good thing I took the time to study the Imperial Code Manual...
>:D I do love the smell of fried ork in the <enter valid time to day entry here>
"Remember, 15 minute intervals for check-ins. Who's in charge of voxing back to command?" she reminds the squad in case they had somehow forgotten or selectively chosen to ignore that detail of their mission parameters.
We have a seemingly close range group what with my Powers being rather short range >30m for the most part, a Melee Psyker, Ogryn and Highlander-with-a-chainsword Sergeant.
"The most field dressing training I've got sir, is how to cauterize wounds. Theres also the whole warpflame issue, sir. Probably not the best idea to have me carrying our medical supplies." Monia answered back as she adjusted her unused lasgun on its sling and began rubbing her temples again.
”Whats this now about another Psykana Graduate?” Monia asks as her eyes roll back into view as she snaps herself out of her meditative trance.
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