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"Don't go just yet", he says to the plasma gunner, "we have so much to discuss, like how this is going to hurt and how much I'll enjoy seeing that." Charge the plasma gunner again or the fella that got the damage on me with the crack grenade if the gunner is dead.
Pen 7 Concussive (0) My dodge is 43, parry is 70 and enemies cannot take the defensive stance against me(crozious) or make any attacks against me in melee until the pass a -10 WP test(Gem)
"No no no, you can't leave just as I get here. You have to stay and let me spill your precious guts all over the floor." Charge the plasma gunner or another target if its dead.
My dodge is 43, parry is 70 and enemies cannot take the defensive stance against me(crozious) or make any attacks against me in melee until the pass a -10 WP test(Gem)
Od'Onnis watches Korg run around the corner and watches the light show as everything opens up. Worth the trip, he thinks. Hardly stopping he follows the Khornate marine around the corner and takes stock of whats in front of him before engaging the closest actual threat Running not charging, standard attack +10
My dodge is 43, parry is 70 and enemies cannot take the defensive stance against me(crozious) or make any attacks against me in melee until the pass a -10 WP test(Gem)
Od'Onnis notes the carnage with some satisfaction and sees the catwalk team taing fire from around the corner. 'May as well see whats going on, besides the strange Khorne marine is probably already running down there and it might be a sight worth seeing' Od'Onnis will run to the corner to where he can see around it.
Od'Onnis watches the proceedings with some interest. Chuckling at the genestealers attempts to cut it's way in he listens to the thoughts of the others with mild interest. 'Maybe they are trying to capture one but why I wouldn't know, they don't make good pets. Better taking the human fodder as a workforce' Bringing up his bolter and aiming along it he notes the higher concentrations of cultists to aim for for maximum effect. 'One thing you have to give to that sitting corpse', he reflects, 'he does make good soldiers.'
Od'Onnis brings his bolter to hand, preparing to fire into the oncoming mass of cultists if needs be. 'A pity, they would have made excellent fodder', he thinks.
Od'Onnis grins inside his helmet and moves towards the nearest cover that looks good enough.
"Lets make them suffer, they deserve it"
"Only if they seem useful" Od'Onnis replies to Korg as he takes up position beside him.
"Well I do have a bit of a scratch from the fight, may as well have it tended to."
"They went in pursuit of the surviving mutants saying something about 'purging the unclean' or 'for the emperor' or something to that heroic regard. I can't exactly recall, their zeal had me almost tearing up in joy"
Od'Onnis will go back and get the salvage crew and have them bring them to the shuttle. "Ignore the blood, it belongs to some hapless mutants we discovered"
"Lets make to the shuttle then, we can always come back and see if they opened the door in our absence after we convince the ship to join us"
To the salvage crew.
"Tell me, faithful Imperial serveant, where is the shuttle and who crews it?
"My colleague here is merely showing the enemies he has slain, its a confusing ritual for those who do not understand it but he is piling the heads symbolically" Decieve Fell 59, Decieve +0, Texts +20
"He's a bit beyond our knowledge, the medicae experts on your ship wold be far better suited to help this mortal, which is why we should return as soon as possible. Lead us to your shuttle and we'll carry your comrades once we've checked this last room of course, can't have you leaving without finishing your task now, can we?"
"Tell me my boy have you ever heard of an Astartes? The righteous extension of the Emperors mighty fist? Well we are they, the perfect embodiment of the Emperors will made manifest. We'd like to get off this ship and take passage on another and we'd like you to take us to yours. Could you do that for us? We would be ever so grateful" Charm 89/99/109
"Tell me more about this ship and crew, leave nothing out"
Charm 89/99/109 Depending on if the pheromones work.
"Hello little Imperial mortals, tell me something if you might. You see we're here with no idea of where we are or why we're here and we're hoping you could tell us. We would really be very grateful if you could fill us in." Pheromone generator +10/20, Blasphemous texts +20
"Slippery aren't they?", Od'Onnis remarks to Dromichaetes, "It's like they are afraid of dying and seeing what awaits them" WS 45+Standard 10 + Aim 10 + Hatred 10 + Khorne 5 + Outnumbering 10/20?=90/100
Seeing Dromichaetes grapple the servitor Od'Onnis stops for a second and watches, waiting to see if he's going to succeed before striking. WS 45+Standard 10 + Aim 10 + Hatred 10 + Khorne 5 =80
Pen 7, Concussive 0
"See", Od'Onnis says to the stunned servitor, "I said I'd crush it" He smiles and swings again. WS 45+Standard 10 + Aim 10 + Hatred 10 + Khorne 5 + Stunnned 20 =100
Pen 7 Concussive 0 Connecting with the servitor Od'Onnis starts to laugh as the helpless servitor stumbles slightly and the blow only clips him instead of crushing him. "Well, it seems the Gods have a sense of humour"
Od'Onnis takes a half step back as the talons hit him hard enough to hurt. "Well, well it seems you have some spirit after all. Lets crush it."
Od'Onnis swings a solid hit towards the Imperial lackey Accursed Crozius Melee – 1d10+6 E 7 Balanced, Concussive (0) + Strength Pen 7
"Pathetic attempt"
Od'Onnis snorts with mirth as he hears Korg calling out to the servitors. Atypical Kornate humour and surprisingly funny he can't help but smile as he runs alongside his Blood God worshiping brother marine.
Od'Onnis will put away the bolter and hold the crozious with two hands.
"Oh well, the curse of freedom strikes again, may as well go with it" Od'Onnis will charge alongside Korg and Jurufar, accursed crozious powering up as he moves along.
"I can probably lure one or two out first, they seem to be the usual failable imperial creations. Easy enough to fool." Od'Onnis chuckles at this thought of drawing them out. It should be interesting which ever way it goes. [ooc]I'll use my decieve to draw them out then engage in melee because Ill do a lot more damage there plus my Beguiling Gem really gives me an advantage against low WP enemies.
"Sounds like we have an accord, lets go and make our presence felt to the Imperium again" Edit: Od'Onnis begins to walk back down the hallway towards where he last heard the murder servitors.
Od'Onnis picks up his accursed crozious and checks it carefully. Seeing that it was in more of less the same condition that he had left it in his attention turns to his Book. flicking it open he checks the pages not by reading them but by how they look. Thousands of years of holding it means he hardly needs to read from it, most of it has been memorised. Satisified he turns to his armour. A more recent acquisition, barely a thousand years ago, it looks the same as he left it. Donning it he places the Gem in the center point of the breastplate, loads the bolt weaponos having the Legion bolter held in one hand and the accursed crozious in the other he looks about at the others. "Ready brothers? I believe we have some target practice at the end of the hall awaiting us" He chuckles at this.
Od'Onnis stops mid stride.Without knowing whos here he could easily walk straight into more murder servitors. Looking back along the corridor he cannot see where the others have gone to, they could be directly behind him or much farther away. 'It's a stupid risk', he thinks. I'll withdraw and come back with that Khornate berserker at least.
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Od'Onnis moves towards the end of the hall, carefully keeping an ear out for any other sounds in the darkness.
Od'Onnis watches as the pile up continues with the poor servitor at the bottom being mangled and mauled by the weight of the Astartes alone. Laughing he nearly has to prop himself up against the side of the corridor as an unfamiliar weakness takes over. He was certain that if it were still possible he would be crying now from the amount of laughing he has done. Thinking for a moment he tries something he feels shouldn't work but you never know. "Servitor! Why are you resisting our attempts to repair you? Cease this unauthorised movement in the name of the omnissiah!" Looking on he wonders what the servitors response will be.
Od'Onnis moves out into the hallway, watching as the Legion marines began to leave Legion fist sized dents in the servitor. He admired they way they all pitched in to kill the pitiful servant of the Imperium but was annoyed by the lack of room for he and the others to add their boots to the party.
Od'Onnis watches the group spread out, no one following each other but acting how they best think. Shrugging he continues to keep watch down the corridor. The nature of the freedom of action that the worship of the Gods allow is sometimes strong willed individuals act in discord with each other. He smiles at this, it is the way it should be. All the freedom of the Gods or the lethargy of the organisations of the Deciever, the Pretender God called the Emperor. Familiar bile rises in his throat as he remembers the lies that the emperor told, that there were no Gods. Lies told by a creature who feared losing control.
"Well something wicked this way comes", chuckles Od'Onnis. "Be prepared for...well whatever it is."
Od'Onnis looks down the corridor but with visability so low he doubts he'd see anything. Listening intently he tries to make out sounds and their locations.
Unable to make much out he tries a different approach.
Od'Onnis makes himself sound like a mortal, lost and looking for aid. Smiling he turns to the others and whispers."Be ready for what comes brothers"
Od'Onnis looks at the doors control and shrugs. Seeing the two begin pulling at the door to open it. Cocking his head to the side as they begin to work he makes up his mind and moves to assist.
@ Jurufar "I am Od'Onnis, Legionnaire of the Word Bearers and servant of the Gods. I recognise you as Legion Astartes but that is all. I do not know you nor do I know why I am here."
Boredom. Millennia of boredom pointlessly trying to undo the harm that the Imperial Cult has done had left Od'Onnis with a growing sense of melancholy about the crusade to bring the truth to the people. Sheep who wouldn't see that they worshipped a false god, a creature who was barely clinging to life by the sacrifice of their souls. Sacrifices that had no meaning to him and that he wouldn't and couldn't reward. Chaos offered a real truth, a real path to meaningfulness but they refused to see. Ten thousand years of indoctrination had ruined them so Od'Onnis gave up trying to save them and instead began to show them. Nearly one hundred Ecclisiarchy acolytes, all bound for the service of a corpse instead remoulded into a symbol of the pointlessness of the lip service to the emperor. Set loose on a hive they showed the uphivers how Chaos was the only true force that mattered. Od'Onnis began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and........ Beep beep....beep beep Still laughing Od'Onnis wakes up and looks around. "Where in Chaos am I?" Seeing other marines around him he prepares to fight until he realises they are fellow marines from those legions that saw the truth of the emperors lies. "Who might you all be then?" |
