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I'm wasting away here!! Don't abandon us Nox!! Lol
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Agreed your fan base is waiting lol
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Posted 16 January 2012 - 03:43 PM
Sergeant Nosk hurriedly made his way through the myriad passages of the Dutiful Supplicant making sure to avoid the Imperial Fists that had been sent aboard. Terminators had been an unforeseen element. They had thought the Imperial Fists would send down a strike team, but something this heavy might be beyond them. Their best bet was to move swiftly and get away before the situation got any more precarious.
From what Nosk had seen the Terminator squad, five heavily armored Imperial Fists, had split up to search the vessel. While it was reassuring that they were not all together just one Astartes in a tactical dreadnaught suit was a force he did not wish to pit his skills against. It had also made transit more complicated as their network spanned outwards, creating a net. Nosk felt almost disgraceful as he went from shadow to shadow and checked carefully around every corner to avoid being spotted as he made his careful way to the hanger.
The Night Haunter was with him that he arrived safely, seeing the vast hanger with several ships sitting idle. When he spotted the Stormbird in the colors of the Night Lords legion his worry disappeared and he felt that everything would work out as the Talon Lord planned after all. With long powerful strides he covered the ground to the Stormbird and into the cockpit, readying the controls for an immediate and hurried takeoff.
"Evac ready. Sit rep." He called over the vox.
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"En route. ETA, now." Nox responded running at full speed, his armor making heavy clangs on the metal panels as his bulk was propelled along. Joker was fast on his heels, bolter held in his hands. Nox hadn't bothered to check on Joker since word had come that Imperial Fist Terminators had boarded. He'd ducked his head and double timed it to the hanger bay. Joker appeared to be lucid enough to understand the gravity of the situation as well, since he had followed wordlessly rather than charging off to seek combat. Occasionally Nox had heard Joker mumbling to himself, and caught a furious headshake from his brother, but as long as the man stayed with him it was of no concern.
Nox burst into the hanger bay and saw the Stormbird's engines prepping for takeoff. It was a welcome sight. The Imperial Fists would remember this day for a long time he was sure.
"Where are the others?" Nox voxed to Nosk.
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"Time is running out." Yapay said between gritted teeth to Baek who was moving quickly, but not hurriedly.
"I understand, but I'd rather not draw attention to ourselves." He responded.
"Halt! Identify yourself." Came a vox distorted voice from down the hall. Yapay could see through the dim light of the ship's passages a massive armored form, a storm-bolter in one armored fist while the other ended in the crackling energy of a massive powerfist.
"Run." Yapay voxed. Baek signaled affirmative grabbing the tech-adept and taking off at full speed. Before the Imperial Fist could open fire Yapay let off a quick salvo and sprinted the other direction. Checking his chronometer they had a matter of minutes to get off of the vessel.
He could hear the heavy footfalls of the Terminator pursuing him down the corridors as he tried to circle around to the hanger. Gradually the foot falls of the heavier armor began to diminish as his pursuer lagged behind.
"Can't catch a shadow." He said to himself. Yapay then rounded a corner, and came up short, standing before him was another Terminator, clearly dispalyed on the yellow armor were sergeant markings.
"Traitor!" Was bellowed as storm-bolter fire filled the corridor.
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Captain Durin was seething on the bridge of Imperator Imperium. Marine's wearing Imperial Fist colors were on board, and firing on Sergeant Hadron's team? He would enjoy dispatching the traitors that dared profane the machine spirit of Imperial Fist armor. It made little sense that his unit had only encountered a handful of resistance, however. As a precaution he had the ship's servitors scanning the sector at regular intervals, but there was nothing.
"What did these heretics hope to accomplish? Perhaps they have come to their senses and wish the Emperor's justice." He mused, drumming his fingers on the arm of his massive command chair.
"My Lord! Ship entering from Warp Space!" A voice hurriedly called out.
"The enemy shows themselves, where?" Durin responded, ignoring the fear in the man's voice.
"Right on top of us sire!"
"What?! Evasive maneuvers!" As he shouted a shockwave hit the vessel, jarring the massive battle barge with tremendous force. A volley of lances launched out from the ancient ship, firing with precise accuracy at the unprepared ship as it reeled from the sudden entry. Then as swiftly as it had appeared the ship wheeled hard and began to cut around the Dutiful Supplicant.
"Status report!" Captain Durin shouted.
"Main weapons are down, shield generators are at limited strength. Tech-adepts are working to restore engines."
"Prepare secondary weapons." He barked as he watched the ship, clearly identifiable as a Night Lord's vessel, maneuver away.
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Nox had just finished strapping down the Tech-adept when he heard the sounds of gunfire from the hanger bay.
"Baek, make sure this is ready to take off whether Yapay and I are on board or not." Baek nodded and headed into the cockpit. Joker stood and moved for the ramp. "No, you stay and guard the adept. We don't need you losing your head." So saying Nox ran down the ramp into the main bay.
At first he couldn't tell where the sounds of bolter fire were coming from in the vast echoing hanger bay, but all was made clear as a fuel tank exploded in a mighty conflagration. With powerful strides he ran in that direction. When he was around one of the idle thunderhawks in the hanger he saw Yapay. Yapay's Imperial Fist armor was charred and scarred in numerous places as fired and fell back. His pursuer was a massive armored form. Nox reached for his bolter, and remembered he had given it to Joker.
"Ave Dominus Nox!" He shouted. That got the attention of the Terminator, a hail of bolter fire sprayed in his direction. Nox could hear the rounds as they exploded around him, and on him buffeting him as he dove for cover.
Yapay used the distraction though, hefting his daemon maul he charged, swinging the maul with deadly purpose. The maul crashed down, but instead of being rewarded with the crushing impact of the Terminator's skull, there was a charring stop. Clutched in the assailant's mighty powerfist was the haft of Yapay's daemon maul. With a grinding of metal the weapon warped, bent, and then snapped under the mighty power of the fist.
"Now you die, Traitor." The vox voice boomed.
Yapay backed up a step, drew his bolter and fired several rounds into the taunting deathmask. The Terminator's head was jarred back, but only a moment as the mighty fist once more reached out and grabbed bolter and armored fist alike. There was a crunch as the bolter, armored ceramite, and genetically altered bone crushed under the inexorable grip.
It was then that Nox slammed into the Terminator, depositing something behind its helmet. The assault did little more than cause the mighty form to take a single step back. That was all the opening Nox wanted as he brought his powersword down with a mighty double handed swing, severing the powerfisted arm at the elbow. Grabbing Yapay, Nox hurried away as the Terminator raised his storm-bolter.
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Hadron raged inside his Terminator armor. Pain seeped through him as his body fought to stop the bleeding. He would not allow these traitors to live. He was the Fist of the Emperor. The weak traitors could not stand before him. Hadron readied his storm-bolter to bring death to his enemies, but as it did he heard the telltale click of a krak grenade. Then all was black.
From what Nosk had seen the Terminator squad, five heavily armored Imperial Fists, had split up to search the vessel. While it was reassuring that they were not all together just one Astartes in a tactical dreadnaught suit was a force he did not wish to pit his skills against. It had also made transit more complicated as their network spanned outwards, creating a net. Nosk felt almost disgraceful as he went from shadow to shadow and checked carefully around every corner to avoid being spotted as he made his careful way to the hanger.
The Night Haunter was with him that he arrived safely, seeing the vast hanger with several ships sitting idle. When he spotted the Stormbird in the colors of the Night Lords legion his worry disappeared and he felt that everything would work out as the Talon Lord planned after all. With long powerful strides he covered the ground to the Stormbird and into the cockpit, readying the controls for an immediate and hurried takeoff.
"Evac ready. Sit rep." He called over the vox.
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"En route. ETA, now." Nox responded running at full speed, his armor making heavy clangs on the metal panels as his bulk was propelled along. Joker was fast on his heels, bolter held in his hands. Nox hadn't bothered to check on Joker since word had come that Imperial Fist Terminators had boarded. He'd ducked his head and double timed it to the hanger bay. Joker appeared to be lucid enough to understand the gravity of the situation as well, since he had followed wordlessly rather than charging off to seek combat. Occasionally Nox had heard Joker mumbling to himself, and caught a furious headshake from his brother, but as long as the man stayed with him it was of no concern.
Nox burst into the hanger bay and saw the Stormbird's engines prepping for takeoff. It was a welcome sight. The Imperial Fists would remember this day for a long time he was sure.
"Where are the others?" Nox voxed to Nosk.
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"Time is running out." Yapay said between gritted teeth to Baek who was moving quickly, but not hurriedly.
"I understand, but I'd rather not draw attention to ourselves." He responded.
"Halt! Identify yourself." Came a vox distorted voice from down the hall. Yapay could see through the dim light of the ship's passages a massive armored form, a storm-bolter in one armored fist while the other ended in the crackling energy of a massive powerfist.
"Run." Yapay voxed. Baek signaled affirmative grabbing the tech-adept and taking off at full speed. Before the Imperial Fist could open fire Yapay let off a quick salvo and sprinted the other direction. Checking his chronometer they had a matter of minutes to get off of the vessel.
He could hear the heavy footfalls of the Terminator pursuing him down the corridors as he tried to circle around to the hanger. Gradually the foot falls of the heavier armor began to diminish as his pursuer lagged behind.
"Can't catch a shadow." He said to himself. Yapay then rounded a corner, and came up short, standing before him was another Terminator, clearly dispalyed on the yellow armor were sergeant markings.
"Traitor!" Was bellowed as storm-bolter fire filled the corridor.
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Captain Durin was seething on the bridge of Imperator Imperium. Marine's wearing Imperial Fist colors were on board, and firing on Sergeant Hadron's team? He would enjoy dispatching the traitors that dared profane the machine spirit of Imperial Fist armor. It made little sense that his unit had only encountered a handful of resistance, however. As a precaution he had the ship's servitors scanning the sector at regular intervals, but there was nothing.
"What did these heretics hope to accomplish? Perhaps they have come to their senses and wish the Emperor's justice." He mused, drumming his fingers on the arm of his massive command chair.
"My Lord! Ship entering from Warp Space!" A voice hurriedly called out.
"The enemy shows themselves, where?" Durin responded, ignoring the fear in the man's voice.
"Right on top of us sire!"
"What?! Evasive maneuvers!" As he shouted a shockwave hit the vessel, jarring the massive battle barge with tremendous force. A volley of lances launched out from the ancient ship, firing with precise accuracy at the unprepared ship as it reeled from the sudden entry. Then as swiftly as it had appeared the ship wheeled hard and began to cut around the Dutiful Supplicant.
"Status report!" Captain Durin shouted.
"Main weapons are down, shield generators are at limited strength. Tech-adepts are working to restore engines."
"Prepare secondary weapons." He barked as he watched the ship, clearly identifiable as a Night Lord's vessel, maneuver away.
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Nox had just finished strapping down the Tech-adept when he heard the sounds of gunfire from the hanger bay.
"Baek, make sure this is ready to take off whether Yapay and I are on board or not." Baek nodded and headed into the cockpit. Joker stood and moved for the ramp. "No, you stay and guard the adept. We don't need you losing your head." So saying Nox ran down the ramp into the main bay.
At first he couldn't tell where the sounds of bolter fire were coming from in the vast echoing hanger bay, but all was made clear as a fuel tank exploded in a mighty conflagration. With powerful strides he ran in that direction. When he was around one of the idle thunderhawks in the hanger he saw Yapay. Yapay's Imperial Fist armor was charred and scarred in numerous places as fired and fell back. His pursuer was a massive armored form. Nox reached for his bolter, and remembered he had given it to Joker.
"Ave Dominus Nox!" He shouted. That got the attention of the Terminator, a hail of bolter fire sprayed in his direction. Nox could hear the rounds as they exploded around him, and on him buffeting him as he dove for cover.
Yapay used the distraction though, hefting his daemon maul he charged, swinging the maul with deadly purpose. The maul crashed down, but instead of being rewarded with the crushing impact of the Terminator's skull, there was a charring stop. Clutched in the assailant's mighty powerfist was the haft of Yapay's daemon maul. With a grinding of metal the weapon warped, bent, and then snapped under the mighty power of the fist.
"Now you die, Traitor." The vox voice boomed.
Yapay backed up a step, drew his bolter and fired several rounds into the taunting deathmask. The Terminator's head was jarred back, but only a moment as the mighty fist once more reached out and grabbed bolter and armored fist alike. There was a crunch as the bolter, armored ceramite, and genetically altered bone crushed under the inexorable grip.
It was then that Nox slammed into the Terminator, depositing something behind its helmet. The assault did little more than cause the mighty form to take a single step back. That was all the opening Nox wanted as he brought his powersword down with a mighty double handed swing, severing the powerfisted arm at the elbow. Grabbing Yapay, Nox hurried away as the Terminator raised his storm-bolter.
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Hadron raged inside his Terminator armor. Pain seeped through him as his body fought to stop the bleeding. He would not allow these traitors to live. He was the Fist of the Emperor. The weak traitors could not stand before him. Hadron readied his storm-bolter to bring death to his enemies, but as it did he heard the telltale click of a krak grenade. Then all was black.
Nolo mihi libet sis multo felis.
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Posted 16 January 2012 - 03:51 PM
YEAH!!! Story time! Lol Which hand got crushed? I hope the right since I'm right handed.
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Posted 16 January 2012 - 04:24 PM
With your luck yapay, it is.
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Posted 16 January 2012 - 04:49 PM
I'll just call ya nubby then.
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Posted 16 January 2012 - 04:56 PM
FEAR YAPAY'S NUMB. Look at it! Look at it! Look at! I want all of you to look at it!
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Posted 20 January 2012 - 07:59 PM
Hearing the blast behind them as the krak grenade reduced the top of the Terminator to splattered viscera and ceramite slag, Nox and Yapay ran up the ramp into the Stormbird. The Terminator's severed powerfist was still clenched around Yapay's crushed right hand, and bloodstains dribbled through the massive fingers.
"We should depart." Nox voxed to Nosk, with a calm that belied their current situation. Without further words shared the Stormbird alighted and took off into the void of space.
The Night Lords had expected to see the Imperial Battlebarge. They had also anticipated the quickly moving form of Silent Shadow. They were entirely unprepared for the vast array of explosions that lit up their display.
"By the Primarch, what happened?" Baek said in a hushed tone.
The Imperial Battlebarge was in bad shape. Sparks danced along parts of its ornate hull, and streams of escaping gasses could be clearly viewed where the armor had given way. The massive engines leaked propellent that crystalized and floated away in the chill darkness, but while it was crippled it had not died. Small lance batteries and torpedo salvos fired out at irregular intervals. It quickly became clear to the Night Lords that the commander of that vessel was determined to try and destroy them, regardless of the cost.
"I almost have to admire that Captain." Nosk said as he tried to maneuver the tiny vessel through the barrage of explosions and lance fire. "Silent Shadow this is Sergeant Nosk on approach."
"No time for protocol." Othrim's low voice responded. "Board quickly, or we leave without you."
Needing no more incentive, Nosk blasted the engines to make a desperate race for the cruiser's hanger bay. A lance blast clipped their starboard side, causing claxons to blare and the whole cabin was lit by flashing red.
"Problem?" Nox asked nonchalantly from where he was strapped in.
"Nothing serious." Nosk responded as he fought to keep the Stormbird on course. Another hit caught them causing the Stormbird to careen forward. Nosk managed to put the Stormbird on course, then held on. "Brace for impact." The Stormbird slammed into the hanger. Metal sc*CENSORED*d and sparked as the transport slid along the deck and slammed into another Stormbird, jarring it off its landing gear into the bulkhead.
"Talon Lord, we are on board." Baek hurriedly voxed. No sooner had he said the words than he felt the sensation of the ship translate from realspace into warpspace.
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Captain Durin slammed his gauntleted hand onto the arm of his command throne with a thunderous crack. The slippery traitors had gotten away. Silence dominated the bridge as the rest of the crew waited to see what the Captain would command next, and not wanting to be the target of his ire.
"Send out word to Sergeant Hadron to scour the Mechanicum Vessel, I want to know what they took. Trace their course, I want to know where they are headed." He spoke slowly through gritted teeth, determined to salvage the situation. "Damage report all decks, I want estimates on repair times."
"My lord." A voice quavered from one of the men working cogitator.
"What is it?"
"Massive energy spike coming from the Dutiful Supplicant." As the man spoke the viewscreen was filled with a brilliant flash as the meltabombs on the ship's main engine core detonated. The resulting force blasted the Mechanicum ship into oblivion.
"By the Emperor..." Was all Durin could gasp as the shockwave blasted outwards slamming into the wounded ship and tearing it asunder, like sand in a breeze, leaving nothing but charred and twisted debris hurtling through space.
"We should depart." Nox voxed to Nosk, with a calm that belied their current situation. Without further words shared the Stormbird alighted and took off into the void of space.
The Night Lords had expected to see the Imperial Battlebarge. They had also anticipated the quickly moving form of Silent Shadow. They were entirely unprepared for the vast array of explosions that lit up their display.
"By the Primarch, what happened?" Baek said in a hushed tone.
The Imperial Battlebarge was in bad shape. Sparks danced along parts of its ornate hull, and streams of escaping gasses could be clearly viewed where the armor had given way. The massive engines leaked propellent that crystalized and floated away in the chill darkness, but while it was crippled it had not died. Small lance batteries and torpedo salvos fired out at irregular intervals. It quickly became clear to the Night Lords that the commander of that vessel was determined to try and destroy them, regardless of the cost.
"I almost have to admire that Captain." Nosk said as he tried to maneuver the tiny vessel through the barrage of explosions and lance fire. "Silent Shadow this is Sergeant Nosk on approach."
"No time for protocol." Othrim's low voice responded. "Board quickly, or we leave without you."
Needing no more incentive, Nosk blasted the engines to make a desperate race for the cruiser's hanger bay. A lance blast clipped their starboard side, causing claxons to blare and the whole cabin was lit by flashing red.
"Problem?" Nox asked nonchalantly from where he was strapped in.
"Nothing serious." Nosk responded as he fought to keep the Stormbird on course. Another hit caught them causing the Stormbird to careen forward. Nosk managed to put the Stormbird on course, then held on. "Brace for impact." The Stormbird slammed into the hanger. Metal sc*CENSORED*d and sparked as the transport slid along the deck and slammed into another Stormbird, jarring it off its landing gear into the bulkhead.
"Talon Lord, we are on board." Baek hurriedly voxed. No sooner had he said the words than he felt the sensation of the ship translate from realspace into warpspace.
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Captain Durin slammed his gauntleted hand onto the arm of his command throne with a thunderous crack. The slippery traitors had gotten away. Silence dominated the bridge as the rest of the crew waited to see what the Captain would command next, and not wanting to be the target of his ire.
"Send out word to Sergeant Hadron to scour the Mechanicum Vessel, I want to know what they took. Trace their course, I want to know where they are headed." He spoke slowly through gritted teeth, determined to salvage the situation. "Damage report all decks, I want estimates on repair times."
"My lord." A voice quavered from one of the men working cogitator.
"What is it?"
"Massive energy spike coming from the Dutiful Supplicant." As the man spoke the viewscreen was filled with a brilliant flash as the meltabombs on the ship's main engine core detonated. The resulting force blasted the Mechanicum ship into oblivion.
"By the Emperor..." Was all Durin could gasp as the shockwave blasted outwards slamming into the wounded ship and tearing it asunder, like sand in a breeze, leaving nothing but charred and twisted debris hurtling through space.
Nolo mihi libet sis multo felis.
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Posted 20 January 2012 - 08:06 PM
Bada bing, bada boom! Bye bye Imperial fist.
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Really? I haven't notice.
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Posted 23 January 2012 - 08:03 AM
Aboard Silent Shadow the Night Lords had dispersed, each going their own way. Baek had escorted the Tech Priest away along with the box they had retrieved from his chambers. Yapay and Joker made their way to the med bay to mend their wounds. While Nox and Nosk proceeded up to the bridge to meet up with the Talon Lord.
"How is Yapay?" Nosk asked as they made their steady pace.
"He will be fine. I am more worried about Joker. His mind slips farther away as time goes by, it is only a matter of time before he becomes our enemy as well." Nox replied with a tone of resigned fatality. Nosk nodded solemnly seeing no fault in his fellow Night Lord's logic.
When they arrived at the bridge, the door slid open, revealing the dim glow of screens in the low light. The Talon Lord rose from his throne and walked over to greet the new arrivals.
"Nosk, Nox. You made it back." His voice was low and devoid of emotion.
"Yes Talon Lord. The mission was a success." Nosk replied.
"A success?" Nox said in shock. "We may have retreived the box, but we have yet to access it. Not to mention the damage we sustained in retrieving it." Nox's calm demeanor cracked. "Joker's stability is failing. I nearly had to put him down like a dog, and we cannot afford to lose a brother on these hunts for scraps."
"Is that all, Brother Nox?" Othrim asked coolly, his thin lips tight in irritation.
"My apologies, Talon Lord." Nox replied. Inclining his head slightly to the Talon Lord. "We did encounter unexpected resistance."
"Yes, the Fists did respond with greater determination than I expected, but everything went as planned." Othrim stated, clasping his hands behind his back. "We did get the box, and several suits of powerarmor to augment our sources. This is a success. Whatever damage was sustained will be recovered from." Turning away from them he turned back to look upon the bridge. "That is all." As they received the word to depart Nosk and Nox saluted and departed the bridge, with Nox starting to outpace Nosk.
"Hold up Brother." Nosk called, reaching out and grabbing Nox's vambrace.
"No." Nox spat, pulling his arm away. "We were once one of the most feared forces in the universe. Planets trembled at the promise of our arrival. Now we must resort to petty theft and scrambling for the scraps of Imperial dogs. I will not accept that we have fallen so far." His fury spent, Nox turned on his heel and made for his chambers. Nosk was rendered speechless by the outburst and the voracity with which it rang.
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The lights of the med bay blinked sporadically into life as Yapay and Joker entered. Joker moved slowly, but steadily into the room. His genehanced physique fought against the massive amount of damage his system had suffered. Finding a seat he watched as Yapay moved to a set of tools and began the process of extricating the powerfist from his mangled limb.
"Need a hand?" Joker snickered.
"Your humor is not appreciated, and no I do not need a wild animal as likely to attack me as aid me." Yapay retorted never taking his eyes off of his work, as he delicately handled the procedure. Joker turned his attention away looking at the tables, readouts and machinery that was falling apart from disuse. The tables had bloodstains on it and Joker could hear the churning in his head at the sight of it, but he fought to keep control.
"Joker?" The voice seemed very far away and faint. "Joker!"
"What?" His surroundings came rushing back to him. Joker found himself standing across the room, his knuckles were bloody and throbbed. Looking down he saw stains on one of the unused medical tables. Yapay was standing a few feet away with the powerfist detached from himself, and the wound tended to. There was no way to be sure how long he'd been out.
"Joker? Are you okay? I need to tend your wounds, even your physiology is going to be struggling to fix you." Yapay tried to reassure him as he got closer.
"Yes... right..." Joker said, deflating as Yapay got closer. "Fix." So saying he slowly made his way over to be treated.
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Nox entered his chambers and the door slid shut behind him. The room was sparse, just a cot and very little space. Nox sat down heavily on his cot and removed his helmet, placing it reverently beside him. His pale features were a myriad of crisscrossed scars, and his dark eyes were cold and hard. The only thing adorning the walls of the chamber was a crozious arcanum that bore a thick layer of dust upon it.
"How have we fallen so far?" Nox whispered to himself, remembering his days as the support and inspiration for his legion. A path he had turned his back on when his Primarch had denounced the Emperor. "We need the universe to fear our name once more."
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"Energy signatures detected on long range scans." A voice reported mechanically from the bridge.
"Origin?" Othrim asked.
"Imperial vessel. Tyrant Class Cruiser engaged in combat with smaller vessel." Came the response.
"Hmm. Smaller ships identity?" Othrim asked, intrigued.
"Infidel Class Raider. Ident Night Talon."
"Night Talon?" Othrim's thin lips smiled. "Set intercept course."
"How is Yapay?" Nosk asked as they made their steady pace.
"He will be fine. I am more worried about Joker. His mind slips farther away as time goes by, it is only a matter of time before he becomes our enemy as well." Nox replied with a tone of resigned fatality. Nosk nodded solemnly seeing no fault in his fellow Night Lord's logic.
When they arrived at the bridge, the door slid open, revealing the dim glow of screens in the low light. The Talon Lord rose from his throne and walked over to greet the new arrivals.
"Nosk, Nox. You made it back." His voice was low and devoid of emotion.
"Yes Talon Lord. The mission was a success." Nosk replied.
"A success?" Nox said in shock. "We may have retreived the box, but we have yet to access it. Not to mention the damage we sustained in retrieving it." Nox's calm demeanor cracked. "Joker's stability is failing. I nearly had to put him down like a dog, and we cannot afford to lose a brother on these hunts for scraps."
"Is that all, Brother Nox?" Othrim asked coolly, his thin lips tight in irritation.
"My apologies, Talon Lord." Nox replied. Inclining his head slightly to the Talon Lord. "We did encounter unexpected resistance."
"Yes, the Fists did respond with greater determination than I expected, but everything went as planned." Othrim stated, clasping his hands behind his back. "We did get the box, and several suits of powerarmor to augment our sources. This is a success. Whatever damage was sustained will be recovered from." Turning away from them he turned back to look upon the bridge. "That is all." As they received the word to depart Nosk and Nox saluted and departed the bridge, with Nox starting to outpace Nosk.
"Hold up Brother." Nosk called, reaching out and grabbing Nox's vambrace.
"No." Nox spat, pulling his arm away. "We were once one of the most feared forces in the universe. Planets trembled at the promise of our arrival. Now we must resort to petty theft and scrambling for the scraps of Imperial dogs. I will not accept that we have fallen so far." His fury spent, Nox turned on his heel and made for his chambers. Nosk was rendered speechless by the outburst and the voracity with which it rang.
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The lights of the med bay blinked sporadically into life as Yapay and Joker entered. Joker moved slowly, but steadily into the room. His genehanced physique fought against the massive amount of damage his system had suffered. Finding a seat he watched as Yapay moved to a set of tools and began the process of extricating the powerfist from his mangled limb.
"Need a hand?" Joker snickered.
"Your humor is not appreciated, and no I do not need a wild animal as likely to attack me as aid me." Yapay retorted never taking his eyes off of his work, as he delicately handled the procedure. Joker turned his attention away looking at the tables, readouts and machinery that was falling apart from disuse. The tables had bloodstains on it and Joker could hear the churning in his head at the sight of it, but he fought to keep control.
"Joker?" The voice seemed very far away and faint. "Joker!"
"What?" His surroundings came rushing back to him. Joker found himself standing across the room, his knuckles were bloody and throbbed. Looking down he saw stains on one of the unused medical tables. Yapay was standing a few feet away with the powerfist detached from himself, and the wound tended to. There was no way to be sure how long he'd been out.
"Joker? Are you okay? I need to tend your wounds, even your physiology is going to be struggling to fix you." Yapay tried to reassure him as he got closer.
"Yes... right..." Joker said, deflating as Yapay got closer. "Fix." So saying he slowly made his way over to be treated.
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Nox entered his chambers and the door slid shut behind him. The room was sparse, just a cot and very little space. Nox sat down heavily on his cot and removed his helmet, placing it reverently beside him. His pale features were a myriad of crisscrossed scars, and his dark eyes were cold and hard. The only thing adorning the walls of the chamber was a crozious arcanum that bore a thick layer of dust upon it.
"How have we fallen so far?" Nox whispered to himself, remembering his days as the support and inspiration for his legion. A path he had turned his back on when his Primarch had denounced the Emperor. "We need the universe to fear our name once more."
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"Energy signatures detected on long range scans." A voice reported mechanically from the bridge.
"Origin?" Othrim asked.
"Imperial vessel. Tyrant Class Cruiser engaged in combat with smaller vessel." Came the response.
"Hmm. Smaller ships identity?" Othrim asked, intrigued.
"Infidel Class Raider. Ident Night Talon."
"Night Talon?" Othrim's thin lips smiled. "Set intercept course."
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Posted 23 January 2012 - 09:12 PM
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