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gnomes2169
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posted October 31, 2011 11:50 PM |
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"Mac? I need to establish..." The static told Kiel of the dropped connection. "Fine then, I'll contact the guard myself..." A quick signal patch shouldn't harm anything... and this town building had a nice communications relay on it. Always payed to be prepared. Climbing up to the roof and hacking the system, Kiel sent a signal to the Imperial Guard orbiting the planet and all military personel on all public and all known private cannels that he could gain quick access to. The signal contained the message:
-Warning, sprat mansion under fire. Requesting immediate assistance of all ships with combat capability. All military personnel, report to the combat zone immediately. No exceptions, no excuses. Repeat, all military personnel and combat capable ships at to immediately report to the defense of the Manor. No exceptions.-
He had it play on a constant feedback loop that repeated once a minute, on the minute and took his position on the ledge again, hefting the Exodious Rifle. Infantry had come into the Manor and were attacking the guards, killing many guests in the cross fire. While Kiel had no complaints with the deaths of the bloody nobles... Enough of that. Their armor was basic, almost rice paper. Nowhere near enough protection for a prolonged fight... so they must be a distraction. Firing mortal shots at four of them anyway in quick succession, Kiel began searching for the governor. Sprat might be in the wrong here, but he needed to survive for questioning.
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War-overlord
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posted November 01, 2011 02:53 PM |
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Horrace was halfway through bellowing the Imperialer Lobgesang, not paying particular heed to the instruction to whisper prayers, before one of the vox-troopers cut him short.
"Sir, all Vox-channels are blocked." the Cadian shouted over the noise of the fight.
"Cover!" Horrace shouted, before dragging the trooper behind an upturned table. The other vox-trooper and the Captain of the guard found cover behind a row of jardinières.
"What, do you mean all channels are blocked?" Horrace asked, a slightly frantic look in his eyes.
"All Imperial channels are being flooded by a repeating vox-burst, sir, imploring all Imperials to come to the palace, no exceptions. It's repeating on every single channel. Both long and short range. It's flooded the frequencies. I cannot get contact to anyone, sir. Not Imperial Command, not PDF Command, not the Unrelenting, nothing, sir." The vox-trooper had the look of panic in his eyes.
"Steady trooper." Horrace said solemnly. "The Emperor will provide. Find the origins of that vox-burst."
Horrace popped out of cover and emptied his small clip into the enemy fighters. They were dropping but they were also being reinforced by others coming through the breach.
The trooper was working his vox-caster to his best ability. Horrace bellowed to the other trooper to find the origin of the vox burst as well. This wasn't the first time Horrace had been in a situation like this. The Daemonic Archenemy had the habit of filling Vox-channels with chatter and blasphemies to disrupt Imperial communications. However, this was the first time Horrace had communications disrupted by calls for help. It was smart, if this was the enemy's doing. As it also cutt morale, to give of the impression of the Palatial Guard begging for assistance.
"Any luck?" The Commissar-Captain asked the trooper after he emptied another too small clip. Horrace was running dangerously low on his already sparse ammo.
"No, sir."
Horrace sudden thought to try the Inquisitor's Channel and relayed the frequency to his trooper, before entering the decryption key himself. Unfortunately, this channel was also flooded by the plead for help. Horrace was glad his hearing-implant was damaged as the vox-uplink in the augmentic would have flooded his hearing with the chatter.
"The signal is untraceable, sir." the trooper reported.
Horrace face turned grim. "Keep trying, trooper. And give me your lasgun."
Horrace was down to his last two clips. He needed to save some bolts for when the situation would get worse. "If this turns out to be our doing, this is going to be the most one-sided courtmartial in my career." Horrace growled before opening las-fire on the enemy.
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gnomes2169
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posted November 02, 2011 01:47 AM |
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Sprat was doing surprisingly well on his own... odd since he had seemed to be outnumbered for a while there. Most of his assailants were already dead in the second it took Kiel to find him. Maybe this noble had earned his position and money. The Comissar, though, had a second group coming at him, and if the clips at his side were any indication of how much ammunition he had left... Kiel began firing on the assassins coming towards Horrace's barricade.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
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Azagal
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posted November 08, 2011 08:33 PM |
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Edited by Azagal at 14:59, 09 Nov 2011.
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When Alexander came to he found himself thrown several feet from the platform where he had been conversing with Sprat, judging by the carnage wrought on the ballroom he couldnt have been out of it for long, since the fireing had stopped and Sprat was talking to someone. He tried to raise someone on the vox but got nothing, he must have lost his earpiece when he had been thrown off the platform.
Not wasting a second of the momentary pause in the fight Alexander made his way back up to the platform, the debris from the explosion providing him with ample cover. While hurrying to the platform he tried to make out where Anya and Karl were but it was virtually impossible to make them out in the throng of paniced guests. Eitherway one was a Sister of Battle and the other his personal protegée, he had no doubt that they were taking care of themselves. He caught glimps of his assailants, they were well equipped and obviously expertly trained, but he couldnt make out any insignia that would identify them.
While clambering up the platform from behind he overheard the conversation between Sprat and whoever he was conversing with. "...I will ask you this only once. Where is my son? Where is Sven Ol'tan."
The Ol'Tan Patriarch! Well this certainly explained how our assailants are so well equipped, but this is a bold move... which means that whatever it was the Ol'Tans are up to, their scheme is so advanced, secrecy isnt a neccesity anymore. How concerning... I have t- the unmistakable bang of a bolt pistol interrupted his thoughts and any futher musing on the implications of this attack took a backseat to more pressing matters, like not being shot to bits in the ensueing inferno.
He produced his Plasma pistol from his robes making his way to where Sprat was firing into his attackers, one of Sprats personal guard notcied him and broke from the circle to stop him. In doing so the fool left a small window on his flank unprotected which two assailants prombtly capitalized on. In one fluid motion Deza showed the Guard aside, took aim and let lose a plasma bolt, the miniature supernova vaporized the first assailants head and fused the others helmet to his face. Without breaking stride he grabed the guard by the collar and pulled him close letting his Inquisitorial electoo shine on his forehead: "Incompetent whelp! If you are going to take care of me let your mate know or immobilize me so you wont leave Sprat wide open. Now get him out of here!" The trooper stared at him in disbelief, which usually was the desired reaction when revealing that you were an Inquisitor, but now was not the time for such inaction. "NOW!" Deza barked, all mannerisms of the smooth and elegant Gret gone. Wasting no more time on him, Alexander made his way to Sprat, who was still reaping a fearsome toll of the invaders with his bolt pistol. The man would not be persuaded to go lightly, but this was where being an Inquisitor came in handy.
Stepping next to Sprat Alexander fired his plasma gun into the crowd, aiming for the people behind cover. Where lass or conventional amunition weapons would not penetrate, his plasma bolts made short work of both the cover and whoever was hiding behind its supposed safety.
"Sprat, get out now." Alexanders tone brokered no argument but that would do little to convince the Govenor, before he could reply he turned to him and let his Electoo flash up again "I am Inquisitor Deza of the Ordo Hereticus. Dead you will only be of use to the Ol'Tan. Now get to safety!" As he turned to face the enemy again he let the electoo disappear. To his right he could see that Horrace had already rallied the house guard and was leading a counter charge. He looked every bit like the heroric commissar so often depicted in recruitment posters. Good, he had things under controle, all the more reason for him to see Sprat to safety now.
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"All I can see is what's in front of me. And all I can do is keep moving forward" - The Heir Wielder of Names, Seeker of Thrones, King of Swords, Breaker of Infinities, Wheel Smashing Lord
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kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted November 08, 2011 08:55 PM |
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Dorian had dropped his data slate when the explosions hit the mansion. heavily cursing, hetried to start the engine.
- C'mon you busted piece os crap, don't fail me now! the inquisitor's ass depends on it.- Dorian again cursed heavily, but the engine had started succedfully after the fifth time.
- Thank the Emperor you started working you miserable can- Dorian said and pushed tha machine to the limits. he drove through the masses, trying to get to the inquisitor.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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meroe
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posted November 09, 2011 04:31 PM |
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Edited by meroe at 16:47, 09 Nov 2011.
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Anya's head hurt and she was slightly shell shocked, but the roaring sound of fire and screaming brought her round quickly. Jumping to her feet and ignoring her unsteadiness, she hoisted up her volumious skirt, ripping most of it off and grabbed the autopistol attached to her thigh. She looked around for Deza, but couldn't make out anyone in the panic and smoke. Not panicking, she took a few moments and located Deza. The Inquistor was making his way towards the Governor with grim determination. Anya noticed the guards. They had noticed Deza too. The Battle Sister took aim, remaining cold and calm, she shoved various guests out of her way and fired true.
She continued to make her way towards the Inquistor. Despite the rapid firing capacity of her Autopistol, she conserved her ammunition, despatching assailants with precision and calm.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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OmegaDestroyer
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Fox or Chicken?
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posted November 14, 2011 10:29 PM |
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Mac
Faint mumblings revealed the path the target walked. Two voices could be heard arguing faintly about withdrawing or continuing on with the plan.
Further pursuit brought Mac to a mid-sized room lit by dozens of different monitors and bizarre containers. Four of the monitors were surveillance cameras tracking the chaos up above. One of the imposter's guard followed the mayhem from screen to screen, reporting to his superior the details of the attack. "There appears to be a two dozen carriers, spread out among the palace... the grounds of been breached. The governor has engaged," the guard reported.
"I suppose it was only a matter of time" the impostor responded. "Very well, I shall report and we shall adapt." He startled fiddling with a terminal in front of the screens.
"I believe you are making a mistake" spoke the third member of the trio. The voice was icy and feminine.
"Noted." The impostor Sprat summoned a blurry face to one of the larger comm screens. Try as he might, he could not sharpen the face. The distortion remained yet the audio was perfectly functional.
"Report," the voice commanded.
"There has been a set-back. We no longer have the time permitted to extract the information needed and must relocate."
"Why?" The question lingered for only a few seconds but carried anger and disappointment."
"We are being attacked. People do not respond well when their family members go missing."
"Irrelevant" was the response. "Despite what you may have heard, even my patience has limits. Handle this so-called set-back or I will. I do not need to remind you of how I will handle the problem."
Chastised, the impostor nodded. The comm screen flickered then died.
"This is not good," stated the impostor to his guards. All remained oblivious to the interloper.
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The Inquisitor, the Commissar, the Assassin, and the Sister of Battle
Sprat gave the Inquisitor a quick glance and laughed as he sent another of Ol'tan's men to meet his ancestors. He remained undeterred. "I do not run from any battle, Inquisitor." Two more shots, two more dead. Sprat simply did not miss. Every bolter round ended a life. So far, two mags worth of life. He would not budge.
With the combination of Sprat's superior aim, Horrace's inspiration, and the added firepower of Deza and Anya, the assailants were being repelled. Yet they fought on, doing as much damage as possible. Hundreds of nobles lay wounded as they tried to evacuated. One of the more sadistic attackers had lobbed a frag grenade toward the main entrance and reaped dozens of lives. Disciplined fire brought down several of the house guard, who in turn, obliterated many with their superior weaponry. An errant shot blew the brains out of one of Horrace's personal guard.
The more cunning of the Ol'tan's forces, who attempted to flank Sprat or commence reconnaissance were quickly put down by the dead-eye of the Vindicare assassin.
The last of Ol'tan's party crashers dropped twenty-two minutes after the action began. Fifty, including reinforcements, had fallen in an attempt to take Sprat's life. Seventeen house guard were dead and many more were wounded. Three hundred twenty-two party guests were dead and the wounded were too numerous to count.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted November 17, 2011 12:36 PM |
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Horrace walked over the pile of enemy corpses and ran his ceremonial sabre through one that was still not quite dead. He looked a mess and he knew it. The makeshift bandage around his head was wet, and very likely red with blood. His cermonial coat was full of rips and holes, there were many dent's in his breastplate, his cap had been shot off twice and was absolutely beyond repair. Horrace had taken several glancing hits where his armour did not cover him. As much as the raiders had been intent on killing as many partygoers as possible, they still put up a good fight. The houseguard had taken losses, the coroporal he had sent to reinforce them had lost one of his men, several were wounded and Col. Sherman was still nowhere to be found.
"Vox is up again." one of the vox-troopers reported as he ran his gladius-bayonet through a raider-body.
"Good, have the reinforcements return, except the Brimlockers and get a medicae units here." Horrace replied. He clambered atop a table and raised his voice.
"People of Ares! As senoir officer of the Imperial Guard taskforce, I hereby declare this party suspended. Medicae are on their way to treat the wounded among you, yet you who are still able of body I urge you to go home. I assure you that the ones guilty if this vile insurgency will be tracked down, they will be captured and justice will be done! Praise be the Emperor."
The partygoers slowly dispersed, the wounded were being cared for by their fellows, house-personell and guard that were available to do so.
Surely medicae teams arrived a good 30 minutes later, quickly setting up a traige and taking care of the wounded. Weary and wounded himself, Horrace refused any treatment. He would get enough once this was all over and these were the times to set a good example. 'The wounded hero, who takes care of everyone else first', as his mentor used to say. Horrace stayed, coordinating and lifting spirits where he could.
Dawn was approaching when the Imperial Guard left the palace, now secured by the Brimlock 3rd platoon. Ecclesiarchs would come later to give the fallen their last rites. The Valkyrie that had taken them to the party, would take them to the nearest PDF base. Several Guardsmen, at least as weary as Horrace was, nodded off during the flight. Horrace willed himself to stay awake untill he would have been looked over by a doctor. He would sleep when that was done with. Already looking forward to the price he would have to pay for not having the party cancelled by Lord Commissar Krieglust. Something which might have been better in hindsight. He had promissed to help his superior officer with several days of backlog paperwork and court-martials. Several days of desk-jockeying would give him precious little time to liaison for the Inquisitor and he reminded himself to send him that message as soon as he woke up.
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Azagal
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posted November 22, 2011 07:24 PM |
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Sprat might not run from a fight but that didnt mean he wouldnt leave it if an Inquisitor told him to. The two golden studs on Sprats brow caught Dezas eye and suddenly things made a lot more sense... Not concerned for Sprats wellbeing anymore Deza had added his own fire back to the mix and after a while their attackers had been repelled. Sprat was busy ordering his people and Horrace was busy trying to restore a modicum of order, Deza took this chance to melt into the background once again. He had seen Anya as the fight had been dying down and was making his way over to her.
Deza involountarily had to chuckle as Horrance "declared this party suspended", yes considering that a large part of the guests were leaving crimsion stains on the carpet, walls and at some places even the ceiling, "suspending" the party seemed like the clever thing to do. Textbook through and through... Deza thought to himself.
He found Anya tending to a wounded Noblewoman, not wanting to disturb her he waited and watched her. She was covered in blood at places but none of it seemed to be her own, thank the Emperor. Once she was done he stepped in next to her "Anya good to see you are unscathed. Good shooting out there. I exspected nothing less of you. Now excuse me I just need something..." he leaned in plucking the voxbead from her ear "Thank you.". Happy that his ear was not awash with static once he had inserted the device into his ear he raised his team: "Well as you all might have noticed we have the Ol Tans to thank for the interruption of our party. This is both good and bad news. But we can talk later... Everyone report back to me in person at your earliest convinience, Ill be talking with Sprat in the meantime. Good work everyone" without waiting for a reply he cut the link, his people knew what to do.
"Please keep me appraised if anyone calls in with something." handing the earpiece back to Anya Deza made his way back to Sprat who was still ordering people arround, there was certainly a lot to be taken care of but Deza was in no mood to wait.
"Govenor a word if you will." Deza was just being polite in formulating this as an question.
"I believe the two of us have few things to discuss. Also good fighting out there, it seems your service studs were well earned.".
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"All I can see is what's in front of me. And all I can do is keep moving forward" - The Heir Wielder of Names, Seeker of Thrones, King of Swords, Breaker of Infinities, Wheel Smashing Lord
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B-E-T-A
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Guess Who is Back?
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posted November 24, 2011 12:18 PM |
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"The hell is going one?!" Mac thought to himself, still trying to stay concealed. Looking around he tried to see if there was anywhere he could hide himself properly without attracting attention to himself. Seeing a container not to far from himself, Mac crouched down and silently moved towards it to hide behind, all while keeping an eye on the impostor Sprat and his company.
((where the hell did he come from?! Weren't I following the butler?!))
After getting in cover((Well, if I managed to not be discovered that is)) Mac checked his vox channel to see if he had somehow reestablished a connection.
((if vox is back up again in Mac's part of town here is what he will say )
"Come in Inquisitior." Mac whispered "This is Mac. Mini-Sprat just got off comms with his boss. The topic of their conversation was interesting. You would like to hear it yourself I think. Need directions, do I bring him inn for questioning or just keep stalking? Repeat. Do I bring him inn or keep stalking?"
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gnomes2169
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posted November 25, 2011 12:26 AM |
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That took care of the assassins. Well, not this one... but that was a good thing. Now the people outside on the other hand... Therefore, there was no need to watch those inside. The attackers ringing the manor were his problem now... but first, that damn signal was even beginning to irritate him. A second or two later, the machine was off, with none the wiser. And a migraine narrowly avoided.
Of the insurgents attacking the perimeter, Kiel began to take out snipers and other entrenched soldiers, those giving orders took precidence over the normal grunts. Oddly enough, Kiel was running out of shots. If he ran out of his basic amunition, then the peirce would be used on any heavily armored soldiers and the explosive on anything that still flew.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
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OmegaDestroyer
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Fox or Chicken?
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posted November 26, 2011 10:31 PM |
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Dorian and Kiel
The outside fighting was intense. Around fifteen drop ships disgorged hundreds of disciplined mercenaries onto the palace grounds. Fortunately, not all of the ships made planet fall. Ten were ripped apart by the palace defenses, perforated by thousands of piece flak.
The assault decimated the fleeing party attendees but targeted the house guard above all else. Although out-gunned, the guard possessed steely determination and superior firepower. Crimson light and lead brought death to attacker and defender alike. The attackers worse simple black matte armor that blended well with the fading evening but their weapon discharges made for easy targets.
A nearby missile impact rocked the transport and Dorian violently. The inside systems flickered in protest. Vox reports were coming in around the network, detailing the attack. The Guard was responding and sending Valkyries full of avenging angels down to the planet. The scanners picked up hostile forces all over the palace grounds. The heavily altered, boosted deep-space scanner beeped lightly with a contact of some sort. It was very faint. Either an error or something heavily cloaked.
It took less than twenty-three minutes of fighting before the local PDF troops to arrive on the scene. The combined firepower of the house guard, Imperial Guard units, and PDF began to turn the invaders back. Resolute, the invaders responded with alien technology lodged in their drop ships.
A PDF rhino was flipped onto its back by the impact of a sickly-looking energy beam. The vehicle exploded, atomizing the responders inside. Another beam ripped apart an enormous palace pillar, crushing dozens of people caught in the avalanche. Fifteen beams spat death at everything, slaying indiscriminately. A heavy toll was being paid for transgressions against the Ol'tan clan.
Despite playing such a devastating trump card, the invaders eventually faltered and fell. PDF Leman Russ tanks easily destroyed the invader ships, trapping the attackers on planet. Deployed heavy weapon teams mopped up the rest. At the end of the fighting, hundreds lay dead, mostly the nobility and merchants not quick enough to avoid fate. The palace was pocked marked with impacts.
The fierce battle felt longer than it was. Within forty-eight minutes of the invasion, it was over. The raiders fell to the last man, leaving sixty-one house guard, thirty-eight Imperial Guard, and ninety-seven PDF corpses behind. It was only until the smoke cleared did the real battle commence.
The transport's deep scanner began to beep rapidly now. Something had appeared in space. A massive energy discharge was detected, printing out a myriad of figures and statistics. The vox network exploded with warnings and reports. The data corroborated the scanner's information. There was a massive energy discharge and it struck the Unrelenting. The damage estimate was unknown and there was silence from the battleship.
Three seconds later, the sky exploded in a blinding flash of white, blinding everyone not looking away. Shouts and screams were heard from the desperate and disciplined.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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