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by Antimersia » Tue Mar 24, 2020 12:59 pm
by Endem » Tue Mar 24, 2020 1:08 pm
by Skaldia » Tue Mar 24, 2020 2:56 pm
Icarion Anasem
Primarch of the 1st Legion, the Lightning BearersIcarion was absolutely shocked at the sudden turn of events. But there was nothing he could do for it. Coracus had crossed a line. Elyrian's words had been cruel. The twist of the knife when Cyprig had clearly been broken by the censure from the Emperor. Instead of recognizing that, Elyrian had chosen that moment to be cruel. It had been a sore blow to the respect Icarion had held for the Eighth Primarch. To make matters worse Coracus, in a futile and erred show of loyalty, had so rudely smacked Elyrian's mug of ale from his hand. The contents of said mug had splashed all over the floor, a slowly expanding brown tide ignored by the fury so clearly evinced by the two Primarchs.
When Icarion spoke, it was with a deadly whisper."If you two fools are so eager to see the blood of your brother, then by all means, let us give it to you. Both of you! Out of your armor!" He strode between them, pushing them apart as he did. Icarion had no animosity for either of them but he was clearly sick and tired of the petty squabbling. The fight would end it now. Or else the Darkness would consume them all.
Satisfied that they were at a distance from each other, Icarion sought out the eyes of Remigius, who was closest to the door."Remigius, if you would be so kind, close and bar the door. This is a family affair."
As Remigius closed and barred the door Icarion once more turned to Elyrian and Coracus."To first blood, gentlemen. And let me be clear." He said this louder to the assembled Primarchs,"None of this is spoken of afterwards! This feud, between us all, ends NOW! This agreement will be sealed in the blood of our brothers."
Icarion spoke to Elyrian and Coracus."Do you both agree to what I have said?"
Coracus Isserec
Primarch of the 13th Legion, the Blades of Solus"Yeah yeah, whatever you say. First blood, never speak of it again, etc. Let's do this thing already." He spun Desert Devil around and pointed it at his brother. "Let's go, you arrogant piece of talking venison. See how tough you are when you don't have Father to hide behind."
Elyrian Manuxus
Primarch of the 8th Legion, the Sons of Calmora"I'd ask you to stop behaving as a first among equals Icarion, but yes, Lets do this Coracus you arrogant bastard.." Elyrian said as he stripped the armor from his body to reveal the full bodyglove he wore beneath, thin enough that should a blow land from the hand of a primarch it would show. He twirled his axe in one hand and recovered his shield from where he had placed it.
"On your word brother.." he said to Icarion
Icarion Anasem
Primarch of the 1st Legion, the Lightning BearersIcarion merely gritted his teeth. He was eldest. He was First. He had a duty to act such to his younger siblings. Even if such dubious honor led him to moments like the one he was now in. Instead of saying such to Elyrian though, he merely tightly nodded and stepped away from both of them. By this point, the Primarchs all had stepped to the edges of the balcony, a ring of armor and disapproving faces all looking inward to where Elyrian towered over Coracus.
Only Icarion stood in the circle with the pair of them. He spent a moment looking from one to the other. A brief moment of incredulity at what had led to such an event to occur. A part of him railed at what was happening. A part of him wanted to pull them close and embrace them as brothers. He did not want this! But he also knew, if he did not control this moment now, they would seek each other's blood eventually. It was better it was done now. To save face and to spare future bloodshed from happening.
With resolve returning to him, Icarion took his place against the balcony. With a deep inhale, he cleared his throat and spoke a single word.
"Begin."
Coracus Isserec
Primarch of the 13th Legion, the Blades of SolusGladly." Popping a crick out of his neck, Coracus took off like a flash. Without his armor weighing him down, he was a blur. Though he wasn't attacking. No, he was darting around him like an excited puppy. "The matter, fat boy? That spoiled noble upbringing make you too slow? Well, I was raised to be fast." He finally saw what looked like an opening and swung for his back.
Elyrian Manuxus
Primarch of the 8th Legion, the Sons of CalmoraElyrian didn't speak, focusing his entire concentration upon winning against his arrogant brother. His brother was fast, he'd admit that freely, but speed wasn't everything, because for all his speed, they were both demigods and that allowed Elyrian to easily track his brothers movements. He easily brought his shield up to deflect the blow aimed at the apparently open section of his back before bringing the blade of his axe whistling towards the now unguarded body of his brother. He fully intended to stop the blade at the skin, but the blade still whistled through the air at full speed.
Vasilisa Sanguina
Primarch of the 5th Legion, the Sun AngelsVasilisa, alone out of all the Primarchs who had put a solemn hand on the chastised Cyprig’s shoulder. Could not bear to watch the fool hardy recklessness of her siblings. She stormed out of the room, crashing the lock aside and damaging the door, her Athanatoi following her with Lord Arkidamus picking up the rear. Casting on last look of pursed lips at what had befallen. Her orders would disseminate through her Legion shortly after. The 5th and it’s Auxilia would be departing to orbit. They would be allowed to have their own festivities aboard their ships. But she would not take part out of the shame her brothers had befallen themselves and their Legions. To all of her brothers who had participated in this egotistic display, they would know, a gut feeling of loathing had laid over their reputations in the eyes of their sister. One who had, regardless of their petty rivalries, always come to them in times of need to aid them without a second thought.
Coracus Isserec
Primarch of the 13th Legion, the Blades of Solus"Oh, shit!" Coracus was suddenly realizing this was not a great idea. He was a master duelist, yes. But Elyrian was a full foot taller than him. You could be as skilled as you wanted, it didn't matter when your opponent was a brick wall. It was only by a hairs length the blade strike didn't take off his head. He darted backwards, rubbing his neck to make sure it was still there. "Oh, so you do know how to fight after all. Surprising, really. I've seen your Legions tactics before." He paced back and forth, trying to get in his head. "So reliant on firepower. I imagine even your top Legionnaires would lose a fist fight to my Aspirants. But I guess that-" He stopped mid taunt and drew a dagger from his boot, tossing it at him and springing at him for another strike, aiming for his legs this time.
Elyrian Manuxus
Primarch of the 8th Legion, the Sons of CalmoraThe old "attack mid-sentence" trick, a dishonorable tactic but not an unexpected one from who he was fighting. Yet he was right, Elyrians legion was very reliant upon firepower except for in the cases of its elite units, but this had not always been the case. The very early campaigns of 8th legion with their primarch always resulted in high casualties do to the forbidden doctrine. It had taught Elyrian a lesson, but he still remembered his dueling lessons, he remembered the years of combat that won him his planet, and he remembered the glory of battle in which so many of his sons had died looking for foes to stab with a blade only to be shot dead. He remembered, and he embraced.
The dagger was easy to deflect, slight twitch of his shield was all it took and the dagger went streaking towards the ground. The blow from his brothers blade was he harder blow, but a step to the side using the blinding speed that their father had gifted them, he did so, skillfully shoving the axe at his brother, aiming for his sword arm with the spike that sat atop the weapon.
Coracus Isserec
Primarch of the 13th Legion, the Blades of SolusIt was either surrender his blade or lose his arm. Coracus wisely surrendered his blade, drawing his arm back to avoid the strike. He handsprung over his brother's head, quickly putting some distance between them again. "...Brother, why must we fight like this? We're on the same side, are we not?" He began walking back to him, arms open like he was asking for a hug. "Why to fight like this is so beneath us. We're primarchs. Glorious servants of the Imperium and you shouldn't have let me get so close!" Coracus juiced up his lightning claw and struck for his brothers chest...or he would have, had he not forgotten he didn't have it on him. No, he'd just walked into grabbing distance of his opponent and rather harmlessly punched him in the chest. "...Heh...truce?"
Elyrian Manuxus
Primarch of the 8th Legion, the Sons of CalmoraFinally Elyrian decided to speak as it seemed he was the victor. “We fought because you insulted me, but you insulted me because I acted dishonorably towards our...brother...no matter my disdain for him, kicking Cyprig while he was down was and is a low blow and dishonors me. You did what was right Cora.” He said before a thought seemed to come across his face.
He dropped his axe before drawing a small dagger that was attached to his body glove. He looked at the dagger for several seconds before cleanly and quickly drawing it across his palm.
“The victory is yours, as it should be...please...relay my apologies to Cyprig..” he said before turning, collecting his gear, and leaving.
Coracus Isserec
Primarch of the 13th Legion, the Blades of Solus"...Well, alright then. I guess I win. Yay me." Coracus did not feel good about this. No, he'd basically been thrown a pity victory after never landing a strike. "Gadriel is right. I need to practice more."
Icarion Anasem
Primarch of the 1st Legion, the Lightning BearersIcarion was happy to see such a change in Elyrian. He had feared that, when Coracus had blundered into Elyrian, that the giant Primarch would smash the smaller one into so much pieces. Instead, Elyrian had given up the fight to the Coracus and then retreated. Although Icarion would have respected the 8th Primarch more if he had sought out the word of Cyprig himself, Elyrian earned some of Icarion's respect for behaving the way he did.
With the fight over, Icarion turned to the remaining Primarchs."Well, we have a party to get ready for."
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Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
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by Ameriganastan » Wed Apr 01, 2020 3:11 pm
Antimersia wrote:Cyprig
As the Arcana and the 20th legions vessels moved into position above the dark side of Halathel, Cyprig gathered his personal guard, the Aldrazzi, and prepared them for the coming battle. They readied their psy-cannons, knowing their anti-psyker capabilities will likely be invalubale against the scourge that is the Eldar. The Emperors Custodes forever stood close to Cyprig. Their presence would induce claustrophobia in some. Though they are simply a nuisance for Cyprig. Once that he was eager to be free of. Cyprig opened up communications with the hunter destroyers and battle barges under his command. He breathed deeply, prepared to speak to his legion.
"Attention, Night Haunters." Cyprig began, his teeth showing as he begins to smile widely. "The Eldar are our target today. Beings of formidable power and intelligence. Or so we are told. Yet they have made a mistake only a simpleton ever could make. They attacked brave soldiers of the Imperium. They ended the lives of thousands of our species. I believe reciprocity is in order. For once our directive, and that of the Emperor's have... coalesced. We will storm this planet, obliterate the Eldar, and show these xeno bastards what it means to challenge mankind!" He roars at the end in a slightly higher pitch. His excitement building and slowing out of him as he begins to cackle uproariously.
Cyprig heads through the Arcana to the drop pod bay. He enters in the pod and the Aldrazzi begin to funnel in beside him as they always have. Only to be pushed aside by the Emperor's custodes as they force their way into the pod, surrounding Cyprig. The Aldrazzi and a hundred or so more space marines funnel into other pods from the Arcana, ready to be dropped. Cyprig slides his helm onto his head and does one final weapon check. His shield, the Shield of Nuvoa, is retracted on his left arm and is fully operational. His double barreled hellgun is holsted on his right hip, connected to the power pack in his armor. And the grav-gun in his arm is fully loaded and ready. He readies himself for the drop as the Arcana gets within range. The moment it is, the pod is ejected and drops towards the city of Belatar. The pod blasts through the atmosphere and lights up the sky as it barrels down and slams into the surface of Halathel. The doors on each of the six sides open and lower down. Cyprig slowly walks out and gazes upon the ruins of Belatar. The smoldering metal and stone putting a smile on his face. His breath visibly bellows out of his helmet, as the frigid climate of the dark side of the plant is plainly noticeable upon exit of the pod. The custodes follow Cyprig out first, giving him almost no personal space. The Aldrazzi follow closely behind. Cyprig surveys his surroundings briefly. He activates his microbead to speak with the marines on planet with him.
"Spread out and search for survivors and artifacts of knowledge." Cyprig commands. He activates his cybernetic eyes to scan for heat signatures, though the frigid cold climate interferes with his ability to scan the area. He calls up to Silas back on the Arcana, "Silas, The cold is making it difficult to properly scan the area. I will be conducting a search of the area. In precisely one hour, begin dropping the rest of the legion into the city."
"Yes sir. I understand." Silas replies. He relays the order to the strike cruisers and battle barges of the 20th legion, as they finalize their preparations to drop the full force of the Night Haunters in short order.
As Cyprig and the small company that dropped in with him search they find no signs of life remaining within the city. Although, Cyprig does happen upon a children's book in the ruins. Cyprig values such books greatly. There are few ways to understand the morality and sensibilities of a society better than reading what they teach their children.
In time, as the hour given to Silas draws to a close, hundreds of drop pods begin to fall towards the surface around the city. The pods fall, deposit their space marine cargo, then are sent back up to be able to send down the next marines. Within four hours, over one hundred thousand of the 20th leagions marines have arrived at Belatar, and stand at the ready to march on the rest of the planet. Markin Maddsla lands and immediately approaches Cyprig.
"All preparations have been completed." Markin states to Cyprig. Cyprig nods to him in understanding. "The legion awaits your command, sir."
"We hold fast. The Eldar are tricksters. We may be surrounded and not even know. Let us wait for Coracus and his legion to reach the surface. Keep the men at the ready." Cyprig replies. He looks around, continuing to survey the city and the surrounding area, perturbed that all seems calm.
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Northern Poland » Wed Apr 01, 2020 3:58 pm
Kawaii Seals wrote:SWEET NECTAR OF THE GODS
by Theyra » Wed Apr 01, 2020 4:37 pm
Kyavan wrote:
916.000.M31, Oelil
Sirens roared on every Imperial Ship in Oelil as massive entity transited out of the warp and the great fleet of the Fallen arrived on the battlefield. At its head stood the monolithic warship Repentia; adorned with beautiful golden crosses and inscriptions across its hull, the warship was the embodiment of the IX's zeal. The great fleet slid into position at the center of the flotilla and began arming its weapons.
Oberon Gothicus, clad in the same jet black and gold armor his father had gifted him all those years ago. Admiral Trajan, the augmented but mortal commander of the Repentia approached the Emperor's Despair with a transmission from Zephr's Might. He kneels before the primarch and relays the message,
"The Zephr says the Eldar are waiting my lord." He rasped through his rebreather.
Oberon angled his head down at his old friend, ruby eyes of his helmet boring into the other man's soul. He nodded for a moment and then turned his gaze to the viewport of the command deck. Standing to his full height and leaving his throne, he strode towards the door.
"Trajan, tell my brothers I wish to speak with them. I will take their calls on the Holodeck." He boomed.
"Lord, Merchaeka’s forces have not yet arrived."
Oberon stopped and stiffened for a moment, his fists clenched and unclenched for a moment. He turned towards Trajan, radiating anger. Before turning back around and storming out. His sons parted for him to pass as they scrambled around the ship readying themselves for the coming battle. All bore the cross of the IX, for a second Oberon felt something other than fear when looking at his sons. He felt pride, pride in what they'd become, how they persevered, and how their reputation has grown over centuries.
"Merchaeka isn't here yet, that is bad news. Perhaps we can finish this without him. How costly would that be!" He muttered to himself as he moved through the bowels of the Repentia.
Arriving at the holodeck, Oberon took a seat in the great stone throne directly facing the projector. Hailing the flagship of the Obsidian Warriors, he waited. Their Primarch was one Oberon didn't hate, but not one he liked either. Regardless, he was anxious to discover what they'd found in the nebula, if anything.
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