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Grey Knight

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  1. Azrael strode forward to the threshold of the elevator. "We go down," he said, kneeling and looking over the edge. "My Librarians--what's left of them-- can sense something below this building. The problem is going to be getting enough of our forces down there in time." He gestured towards the darkness below. "This shaft is a choke point. My brothers and I can barely fit inside, let alone climb down it at any reasonable speed. We don't know what's down there, so falling isn't an option." He stood up, and turned back to the group. "So- assassin, Sister Rey: What do we do?" @Vargo Seldon @Darth Woodrack @Sorana
  2. My initial reason for getting involved in the plot was only tangentially related- one of Ark's characters, Crow, had fought with my dudes in the past, so I came back for revenge. And then started bombarding PlasmaCore when the red mist showed up. Things, uh, escalated quickly Warhammer 40K and Sanderson's mesh together surprisingly well. Power armor becomes Shardplate, Warp sorcery can be reflavored Epic powers, and guns are, well, guns. Albeit really big guns.
  3. Azrael pushed past them and kicked open the door to PlasmaCore. The sound echoed through the empty foyer. Bodies, shrouded by shadows, were strewn across the floor. He could smell fear in the air, old and stale. The people here had not died well, and their killer was still about. Something rustled in the back, but otherwise did nothing. Azrael lowered his sword and strode into the wrecked building. Robed veterans followed after him, spreading throughout the room. Members of the Deathwing followed them, clad in bone-white Terminator armor. They spread out in a loose circle around Azrael. Finally were the guild leaders from the Invincible Reason. He looked towards the elevator and frowned. Something had torn off the doors and thrown them to the side. The shaft was lit by a sterile blue light, dust drifting through the air inside. He turned around, looking at the other leaders. “We have a problem,” he said. @I think I am here. @Vargo Seldon @Sorana A cavernous chamber faced Crow, hundreds of meters wide. Strips of yellow lights hung from the ceiling, casting an even glow over the bay. Oddly, the wall at the far end was segmented, divided into multiple overlapping parts. A slab of bright metal slid out of the doorway with a crash, slamming it shut. The remains of the door Crow had sliced open flew away with a spray of sparks. The sound echoed through the chamber, gradually falling away into silence. “Normally, this is the part where I start torturing you,” said a voice to Crow’s right. An Astartes in black armor walked towards her. She wore robes of dark green, with a golden skull for her helm. “But you’re not like the traitors I usually deal with.” @Ax's Boyfriend
  4. "Forget infiltration," Azrael said, straightening. "If those shields flicker again, we can teleport in." His voice acquired an edge that hadn't been there before. "Assassin, Stormbreaker- get your forces down to the teleportarium. We can end this right here, right now, if we plan this correctly." @Vargo Seldon @I think I am here.
  5. "Master Gadriel fights against the bird-things to the west," the Space Marine said. It slammed a clip into its bolter and started firing over Zokora's shoulder. "We saw the shields flicker too, assassin. The Council is already preparing to take advantage of it." @Sorana
  6. Psychic lightning burst from the ranks of the Astartes, the surviving Librarians of the Chapter driving the spren back with their combined might. The lightning disintegrated the spren wherever it touched down. The Space Marine Xena had tapped stepped in front of her, raising its massive bolter. "Daemons," it growled. It fired its weapon into the ranks of the spren. "What else could it possibly be?" @Ark1002 @Gancho Libre
  7. The Invincible Reason fired on PlasmaCore. It was a pinpoint bombardment, conducted with all the skill and precision of an Astartes. Lances of energy burned through the sky. Burning slugs of metal the size of small buildings plowed their way through the atmosphere on a trajectory towards PlasmaCore. These were weapons designed to slay monstrous bio-titans and pierce hundreds of meters of armor plating. They were the most horrifically powerful things on the planet. PlasmaCore’s shields activated, absorbing the Reason’s punishment with barely a flicker. But the sustained bombardment forced them to stay on. They couldn’t lower the shields, even to allow passage in and out, without risking total annihilation. They were, in essence, trapped. It was then that the real assault began. Drop pods fired from the Invincible Reason, streaking through the blue mists that covered the city. They impacted in an abandoned district unmolested, one with radiation levels too high for normal humans to survive. Columns of green-armored Space Marines marched from the ruins even as more drop pods rained from the sky. Massive Dreadnoughts marched among them, along with teams of heavy weaponry and assault squads equipped with jump packs. The Dark Angels had finally arrived. @Ark1002 @I think I am here. @Sorana
  8. The space marine flew through the wall with a crash. It fell into a roll as it hit the road, coming up on its feet. Pentagramic symbols slowly faded from its undamaged armor, having absorbed the aonic energy of the blast. The giant stood up fully and raised a hand. The boxy shape shape attached to its hand suddenly roared to life, firing a hailstorm of light into the tavern. The bullets tore through the wooden walls, flying towards Bel. @Nohadon
  9. "It would be stupid," Pietr replied, "if they were wandering around the Invincible Reason. They're on a Stormraven gunship. At the first sign of trouble, they'll fly right out into the safety of the void." He shrugged. "That, and enough weapons systems to crack a planet watching over them. Besides, Crow isn't getting out of her cell, ever." Azrael coughed awkwardly. @Silva @ApatheticTeenager
  10. Something grabbed Bel’s robes from behind and threw her into the air. The giant had somehow snuck up on her, despite its massive bulk and weight. Its helm made eye contact with her, in that brief moment when she hung in air as it released her. Those eyes burned. Tongues of psychic flame literally flickered across the ceramite of the helm. But there was also a passion to the blank lenses, somehow. Those eyes were not filled with conviction or faith. Nothing holy was beyond those lenses. Only madness. The moment passed as the giant clenched its gauntlet, and beam of light blasted Bel through the roof of the tavern. @Nohadon
  11. Reality ripped in two, and a writhing circle of light appeared in the center of the room. Monstrous shapes struggled at the border, before a silvery giant strode from the maelstrom. Pentagramic wards flared on its armor and weapons, somehow burning away the unholy light of the portal. The portal slammed shut behind it with a cry of inhuman anger. The giant reached out, and spectral chains burst from the floor, locking onto the monster's tentacles. With a single motion of the giant's hand, the chains tightened. The monster was pulled off Bel and slammed into the floor. @Ark1002 @Nohadon
  12. Sparks flew from the marines' armor as the shrapnel shattered against it. One of them stumbled to the ground, a lump of metal sticking from his unprotected knee. The other raised his gun and fired. The boom of bolter fire echoed down the hallway, the ground around Damon exploding in a hail of bullets. @ElendVenture
  13. One of the captains pressed something, and a holographic ship flickered into shape above the display. "Deployment by drop pod seems to be the best option," Azrael said. Small shapes shot off from the cruiser, landing in a rough circle around the PlasmaCore building. "Our ground forces can suppress their defenses until we have enough heavy support to force a breach." Larger, slower shapes emerged from the bays of the ship, landing just outside the city. Miniature tanks rolled from them, heading towards PlasmaCore. Azrael looked at Lusk. "Any objections, assassin?" @I think I am here.
  14. "Agreed," Azrael said. "Do we leave the building intact?" @I think I am here.
  15. @Ark1002 @Sorana
  16. Thanks, both of you. That means a lot
  17. I, ah, may need a hug. AP tests are nightmares. Could I get a hug?
  18. "Infiltrate the PlasmaCore building," Azrael said. "We need intelligence on the enemy forces before any kind of assault can be planned." He paused, then added, "And if you see Sebrial, put a knife in his back." @Sorana
  19. "We're going in blind," Azrael said, turning to Silphio. "I didn't find out much during my reconnaissance of the building. Theoretically, they have an army of experimental monsters stored in that building- Larkin dragons, super-Lifeless, daemonic hordes..." His voice trailed off. "I hate sending you in blind, but we don't have time to delay. Stay away from the main building for now. If you can secure the city and clear a landing zone, I can land heavier support elements to crack their defenses." @Nohadon
  20. Azrael slammed a fist against the table. "Half my psykers are dead, assassin," he said. "My Chief Librarian's head exploded at the exact moment that mist started appearing. That doesn't just 'happen' with the Warp. Something is down there, centered on PlasmaCore, and we need to kill it before it breaks the city." @I think I am here. "If I had to hazard a guess," said a familiar voice behind her, "I'd say that the world was ending." Brother-Sergeant Pietr Farren knelt down, smiling openly at Light. "It's good that we can meet again, little one," he said. "Your siblings are in the hangar. It's time you reunited with them." @Silva The figures dodged somehow, moving out of the way with frightening speed and aiming blocky guns at Damon. A fist, propelled by a half-ton of muscle and power armor, slammed into Damon's head from behind. @ElendVenture
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