Penitent Cleansing: A Laying of the Hands

[Spartan-II]

Penitent Cleansing: A Laying of the Hands


The monlithic prow of the Crimson Fist drifts lazily into the view. Light from the distant star, Horus, reflects off the keenly polished hull, causing the telltale blue-silver gleam that many refer to as the'Seraphim's Light'. Bits of metal and debris ping off their shields, faint silver sparks shooting into the dark reaches of space as they do. The sight is both beautiful and terrifying, showing both the grace and brute force of the Vanguard Navy. The ship continues at an even pace, flanked by roughly fifty other ships. The remains of the Kronoan Navy surround them. The surprise attack from behind the moon unfolded as planned. Minimal losses have been incurred, and the graceful curves and poignant shapes of the Vanguard ships seem to reflect this. They move on towards Cambria as if they wereonly visiting an old friend, but we know better than that. There are two things to ruin this picture of beauty and grace.

First of all, are Vanguard ships trapped in the gravity well of the planets moon, with the occasional gouts of red and blue flame leaping from their broken and desecrated hulls like fire from the throat of a dying dragon. The second is the swarm of missiles alighting from the planet that seem akin to a swarm of angry hornets. They speed toward the oncoming Vanguard ships, their single minded purpose inherent in every detail. The Vanguard ships comintue along their path, showing not the slightest sign that they either know or care about the oncoming swarm of missiles. As the missiles grow closer, however, the Vanguard ships change in very subtle, almost unnoticeable ways. Panels retract, and turrets made of some black, dull metal rise from the hull. The turrets begin to glow with a fiery red light that reflects off the hulls of the Vanguard ships, giving them a haunting red aura that radiates outward into space. The missiles grow closer, and the light grows brighter.

The lights grow momentarily blinding, and then discharge in hudnreds of thin red line too intense to look at directly. These lines sweep acrossthe ranks of the oncoming missiles, destroying most of them within a first few second. The turrets fire again, and all the remaining missiles, save one, explode into a cloud of radioactive dust. The single remaining missile makes it to the Crimson Fist's prow before the turrets could acquire it, and explodes in a blinding flash of light and nuclear fire. You would think an explosion of such an intense proportions would lead to either destruction of severe damage, but in this area, we are pleasantly (Or not so pleasantly, depending on your affiliation.) surprised to see the prow of the Crimson Fist continuing along, undaunted by the 500,000 kiloton explosion that was meant to end it's arrogant advance. It's silver shields glow, spark, and vibrate faster than the eye can see, which the crew hears as a deep hum that they can feel in their bones. The ships return to their beautiful selves for a breif moment, and then more panels open, although less numerous. Small black shapes jettison from the sides, and suddenly come to life. Yellow and red flares blaze behind them as they speed towards the planet, their highyield, non nuclear warheads designed to destroy key military installations and population centers.

The ships make their way to the planet, and break formation. Each take up orbit over key cities and geographical locations. Setting up geosynchronous orbits, they drop supplies, troops, and war machines onto the planet, the various drop pods and dropships thick as rain falling from the black heavens. The Battle of Cambria has begun.



Backstory

Humanity saw itself expand into the stars in the early 2300's. While spacetravel was possible, it wad slow, inefficient, and often times dangerous. Humanity had several outposts in the Solarsystem, and had been mining the moon since around 2075, but they had no way of moving great distances in short time, which kept us contained in our solar system. In 2313, on a scientific expedition to further understand the gaseous planets in our solar system, they witnessed a phenomenon never seen since. A single asteroid, around the size of a football stadium, materialized out of 'thin air'. The scientists were quickly reassigned to study this phenomenon, and the Government (Which had been unified to encompass the entire Earth, Mars, and all of the territory in the Solar System in 2234) brought in a 'Ganymede' class space station to study the phenomenon. As it turns out, they had recorded the Asteroid entering normal space, and after playing back through every spectrum, they realized that the asteroid had gone through a tear in reality. After years of attentive study and attempted replication, the Sombra Corporation finally has a working prototype. Using still classified technology, their machine could stretch a hole in the fabric of reality that could be passed through, ultimately leading to
instantaneous travel. Now, you may ask, how do they know where they're going? The official explanation, one furnished by the Government was that it was the way the hole was opened that determined the location. This, however, is complete and utter bullshit. At first, they DIDN'T know where it would open, which is why the first hole was opened on a research center position roughly 250,000 kilometers beyond Pluto. Through more extensive research however, they learned that when the hole opened, the strands of the fabric of reality could be read, and that by picking different strands, they could determine where the hole would appear.

Humanity expanded, gained technology, and met other races. None of these were truly sentient, however, and some were destroyed because of the danger they posed to humanity. Finally, humanity found the world of Kronos, where ancient monolithic ruins made of a soot colored stone dominated the planets largest continent. Thousands of Archealogists and Scientists were brought to this world, and the ruins were studied carefully. It was found that the society that had built these monoliths, these testaments to their dedication and ingenuity, had a written language. Hyrogliphs, but with no reference material, none of it could be deciphered. Until that was, the Lexicon was found. And that, my friends, is what brought on the Shard Wars.

Very little is known about the Lexicon, only that it allowed the ruins to be translated. The ruins told of a great civilization who beleived that their god (Kronos) had created the entire universe, and that he was a god of infinite mercy, compassion, and mercy. Apparently, he birthed lesser gods to watch over the many aspects of creations, and they are as follows.

Kronos - God of Creation.

Nymphe - Goddess of Planets

Dalia - Goddess of Moons

Cerves - God of Stars

Choron - God of Time

Anchores - God of Life (Responsible for all life in the universe,
except
plants.)

As you all know, there is no official religion of the UGR, but the majority of people who are religious were Christian. They however, were not bothered by this until the 'Schism.' And after that, only one thing bothered people.

On January 5th, 2896 (Standard time) the Pylon was unearthed. No one knows what it did, and noone noone knows for sure, but we beleive it's some sort of mind altering device. Those who found it kept it a secret, and used it to gain influence and members for the Cult of Kronos. This cult grew in power for almost 10 years, when finally, they used the Pylon itself to corrupt part of the Government. Rigid (and unpopular) policies began arising, and it seemed like they would only get worse. When the idea of declaring an official religion surfaced, galactic wide unrest followed. The bill was put down, but barely, and it led to alot of questions. The Kronos began to infect the military, which was mainly used as enforcement and to combat pirates. There is no clear date of when the Schism occured, but it took several years to take effect. Slowly, the UGR's Council split into two factions, the Vanguard, who either didn't have a religion, or beleived in God in one form or another. Religious indifference was put aside as the Kronos attempted to gain more and more power. Finally, one night, when the were finally fed up with being fought tooth and nail for the control of the galaxy, they sent a group of Super Commandoes to execute the Vanguard Councilors. Unfortunately for the Kronos, the Vanguard had them put under surveillance, and they were prepared. The vanguards own forces caught the Super Commandoes in a trap, and slaughtered them suffering few casualties. The Kronos, who had sunk their roots into the military, began a full uprising. The forces who were loyal to the Vanguard fought the Kronoan forces, and the battle raged on the surface of Earth as the other planets held their collective breath.

After almost a month of skirmish after skirmish, with no end in sight, the Kronoans comitted the ultimate crime, and perpetrated the ultimate taboo. (Their religious book, the Kirlane forbids the desecration of a planet) After realizing that the Vanguard Councilors had fled the planet,and that they would soon be on their way with reinforcements, they decided that if humanities homeworld couldn't be theirs, no one could have it. Knowing that the Vanguard would return with more ships and troops, they decided to take the pylon, destroy the planet, and corrupt as many as possible. The Kronos vacated the planet, and began their infamous 'Zero Base Delta' manuever, where they simultaneously attacked every major fault line and volcano, causing the Earth to destabilize. After this was accomplished, they burrowed a hole into the crust with an orbital bombardment, and detonated a 2,000,000 kiloton bomb inside the Earth. The Vanguard forces appeared insystem as the warhead detonated, just in time to see the destruction of humanities homeworld heralded by a flash on crimson light. The Earth broke apart, flinging rock and dust into the atmosphere. The moon, who's orbit depended on the Earth, and which now had nothing to orbit, spun off outsystem as a steady, but slow pace. The Vanguard attacked ferociously, and disabled or destroyed roughly half the Kronoan fleet before they fled into the abyss. It was then that the Vanguard forces established the prime directive. The prime directive declared that no planet would ever be tainted by nuclear, biological, or chemical warfare again, and that the destruction of a planet would only be considered if every council member deemed it neccesary. And even then, the planet would not be utterly destroyed. Instead, the atmosphere would be destroyed, leaving a chance that later terraforming could make the planet habitable again.

The next hundred years were spent amassing forces, fighting, and establishing new territories. Each empire developed it's own form of Government, a distinctive military, and a complete and utter hatred for each other. The Vanguard hated the Kronos for their betrayal, and the Kronos, brainwashed by the power of the pylon, hated the Vanguardfor their ignorance. The two factions warred for close to 100 years, until just recently, the Vanguard developed a new shield and reactor system that would turn the tides of war. Now, with a fleet of new warships, and a new motivation, the Vanguard are ready to push the Kronos back, and exterminate them. Still though, there is a sense of unease, no matter how right they are, or how strong their convictions are..





The RP

This RP, like almost all of mine, was decided upon in a matter of seconds. The idea hit me, and i've decided to run with it. I don't have the whole story figured out, but I do have an outline, and I hope that those of you who decided to RP alongside me will help me develop the story, and even surprise me by thinking of things that I had not. I want everyone to know that while this is meant to be a fun RP, I want you to be dedicated, and I want QUALITY POSTS. I want atleast one post every two days, and if possible, once or even multiple times a day. You can play either side, but I myself am going to be Vanguard.


Character Sheets

First of all, I want your character sheets PM'ED to me BEFORE you post them here, and then you may only post them with MY acceptance.


Name:
Gender:
Age:
Rank:
Alleigance:
Equipment:
Bio:

The sheet is self explanitory, now fill it out.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

What are the character parameters? What types of things are allowed? Won't you give your character's sheet as an example?

[Spartan-II]

That's what I forgot. XD

Also, everyone is to be a Marine, or some sort of ground troop. No one can be ranked above Sergeant, except for me cause i'm a whore. <3

Technology wise, on the ground, the use rail guns as infantry weapons, with lasers only being for vehicles and anti-vehicle purposes. The forces use a version of power armor, and they do use melee weapons. <3<3


Name:Antonidas Carius

Gender:Male

Age:36

Rank:Captain (Field Officer)

Alleigance:Vanguard

Equipment: Antonidas carries a modified version of the XR-17 'Impaler' Assault Rifle. The XR-17, like all infantry rifles in the Vanguard military, is a railgun. Antonidas' however, is highly modified due to his knowledge of the gun, his personal wealth, and his rank as a Field Officer. His XR-17 has durastically strengthened magnetic accelerator coils, leading to a strength and range increase by an order of magnitude. He also has an enlarged clip, capable of holding 500 rounds instead of the usual 300. (Railguns only carry bullets, and at a smaller size due to the nature of the gun.) His sidearm is a normal SR-14p pistol. Nicknamed the 'Yellowjacket' by the forces, the pistol contains a clip of 50 rounds, and a decent punch. His pistol is unmodified. His weapon of last resort is of course, his trusty vibroblade. There is no standard vibroblade of the Vanguard military, so each person has to either buy or somehow acquire their own. Antonidas uses a model of the higest quality, made by the Durotan forge on the Vanguard homeworld, Cyro. (Pronounced Cairo) It looks like a typical one handed longsword, but there are several key difference. The blade itself vibrates at a very high speed, making it easier to cut through armor. Also, the blade sends an electrical charge out when cutting, shocking the victim. He uses a slightly modified light power armor, the 'Echo 4'. It doubles strength, enhances your senses, and protects from most small rounds.

Appearance: Antonidas stand at approximately 6'3", 6'5" in his power armor. He has jet black hair, which he keeps in a crew cut. He eyes area cobalt color with flecks of grey, reflecting his cold nature perfectly. He is tall, and muscular. He works out atleast an hour a day, and beleives that physical fitness is a key to mental fitness as well.

Bio: Antonidas was born into a wealthy family on the planet of Cryo, the Vanguard homeworld. From a small child, he was taught hard work, and to take care of his mind and body. He was extremely patriotic, and after finishing their version of High School (School lasts until you're 20, and this includes what we think of a college education) he joined the Vanguard military. His father supported him 100%, getting him an officers comission and the best equipment available. He trained for 2 years, and then was sent to fight the Kronos. Over the 8 years, he fought hard and valiantly, and helped save and take several planets. For his courage and valor he was bucked up to 2nd. Lieutenant. After 3 years of hard fighting, he was promoted to Captain after his died in a desperate attempt to hold a world bordering Kronoan and Vanguard space. He is a hard fighter, even though his life was easy before he joined the military. His parents fund anything he needs, and he has only been wounded once. This upcoming fight for Cambria should be a cakewalk, being as they have the newest equipment the Vanguard Navy and Marine Corps. have to offer, as well as veteran soldiers to do the heavy ground fighting.

[100thlurker]

Woot! first baby...

Name: Larnin Cuavirus
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Rank: Sergeant
Alleigance: Vanguard
Equipment: XM-22 "Magic Lance" Assault rifle, an easily modifiable chasis, the XM-22 is a bullpup weapon of similar length to most other designs. The magnetic coils are known mainly for their catastrophic stopping power and their ability to propel a projectile for long distances. It suffers from burnout if it fires to quickly. Becuase of that, soldiers that use it are restricted to something a little better than a burst at best. Clip sizes are also incredibly small, at best, consisting of 48 rounds. A large percentage of Larnin's finances were poured into this one weapon, it's scope,power lasersight, and a silencer that is screwed on if needed.
SR-10a: "Dragon's Breath" pistol, a consistantly reliable gun, it fails in stopping power and range. Its only advantage is a clip of 80, though it may take 20 hits to actually down a serious opponent. The knickname comes from a distinct roar when each shot is fired, as the flimsy batteries have to summon a large sum of its energy every shot.
Vibroblade: A fairly cheaply made weapon, most of its emphasis was made on the electrical shock, which is usually the part that does the killing. Is forged in factories all across the Vanguard shpere of influence. Its greatest advantage is that you only need to hit the flesh once to kill. Can be used as a 14 inch shortsword or a bayonet. If the batteries go out, it is practically worthless.
Echo 3 Power armor: A meduim power armor, the machine is a jack of all trades, but a master of none except for excellent protection for its size. Gifted to Larnin after he survived a rearguard action that normally would have killed any officer commanding it. Has a star dragon holding a spear on the right shoulder. Also carries a larger radio unit.
Appearance: A tanned face and slanted eyes, with a hard, brutal unnerving glare reserved only for Kroanans. However, he is usually around with a quizaqal expression, but even then, a badly hidden fire burns behind them. Stands at a little above average 5'9, which increases to about 6'1 in his power armor. Has messy brown hair and is defined in muscle, but not a bodybuilder by most standards. Has a fancy silver cross hanging on a chain with his dogtags.
Bio: His father was a normal bussinessman, and his mother was an accountant for a large factory manager. Everyday of his childhood on Cyro, both his parents drilled hatred of the Kroanans into him everyday of his life. That boiling rage fueled him to honors in his low level schools. The rage that he had been taught by his parents was marveled and feared. In no more than several seconds after he finished school, he threw himself into the Vangaurd Marines. His parents were delighted, and threw money at him. To his commanders, he was a usefull tool. He was alway used as the rearguard during a retreat, or at the tip of an attack against the enemy. Larnin even participated in one of the bloodiest planetary retreats recorded in Vangaurd history. Almost every regiment of Kroanan troops that could be spared had ripped into a fragilely held production city at the center of their advance. Unprepared, the Vanguard troops were caught with their pants down and scrambled with their tails between their legs in retreat. A reargaurd was thrown together and left to give time for the other soldiers to retreat. Screaming bloodcurdling warcries, Larnin massed a squad of similar marines and made a suicidal charge straight down the center of their lines. Despite the chilling and brutal deaths of many of the "Bloodgetters" the attack was blunted, and cloven down the middle. During the choas of the suicidal charge, the retreating soldiers had regrouped, and had started a counterattack. He has participated in almost every major battle in 11 years. However, Larnin hasn't advanced due to that very boodrage. He has problems with taking Kroanan prisoners, as he prefers to execute on sight, and he will not retreat unless absolutely neccessary. As such, he hasn't advanced in rank for 6 years, held back by the rage that got him so far.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Captain is a very high ranking compared to sargeants. Sargeant is E-5, and cpatain is a whopping O-3! Won't you join us non-commisioned officers?

[Spartan-II]

Officer is still a higher rank, and the Vanguard military needs field officers. Also, Vanguard Officers lead by example. :)

[Biohazard]

Name: Jarrod Harland

Age: 28

Rank: Corporal

Allegiance: Vanguard

Equipment: He uses a modifiable Heavy Assault rifle, it has a standard assault module, an anti-vehicle module (3 laser shots and the battery depeletes), and a sniper module (not used by him ^^). He also always carries around a large, laser cut, dagger. His usual close range weapon is a sword given to him by his training officer after graduating at the top of his class in melee combat. The sword itself is laser cut and mechanized so that it ascends from the hilt when a button is pressed. (Ill post a picture of it)


Bio: Jarrod was born to a military family, his Father was a Colonel and forced him to join as soon as he was 18. Once in basic he excelled at Melee Combat and destroying things, thus, once he graduated they made him into a shock trooper. His first battle was one on a remote planet in which they encountered a race of insectoid type creatures, hovering in orbit around the planet were gigantic creatures with hollow carapaces.

(When you are reading this think Starship Troopers with the brain bug and stuff ^^)
After boarding the apparently docile creatures in vacuum sealed power armor, they found creatures inside of it surviving in an environment comprised of nearly 100% Carbon Dioxide. They soon set up a scientific research station inside of one of the creatures, using CO2 converting machines that made CO2 into Oxygen, which was smaller and unpopulated. After doing some research for a month or so they found that the larger creatures actually exhaled Carbon Dioxide and that the smaller creatures inside of the big ones breathed that Carbon Dioxide and exhaled Oxygen which the larger ones breathed through the membranes found throughout the hollowed caverns of its carapace. They also found that the creature could be steered around by pressing on exposed organs near what everyone confirmed must be the brain.

After a few more weeks the research station stopped reporting and the fleet sent a scouting party to find out why. As a precaution this scout team was actually the shock troopers, of which Jarrod was one. It turns out that the creatures had decided that they wanted to populate the maturing beast and annihilated the research station. The shock troopers fought the monsters fiercely losing many lives on both sides. Eventually they decided they would crash the creature and evacuate as many troops as possible. Jarrod played a key role in planting the explosives as his squad mates covered him.

As the explosives detonated and the fleet began firing on the thick carapaces of the large creatures, Jarrod managed to load his squad onto a loading ship and decimate three of the creatures as they bore down on his Squad Leader. After pushing back the creatures the more advanced humans decided that it was necessary to set up remote drones preventing anything from escaping the planet.

Jarrod was commended for his brave efforts and promoted from private first class to Corporal. He was put in charge of a squadron that lost their squad leader during the frantic battle. He soon earned their trust during a light skirmish in a remote system when the fleet encountered another one of the large creatures, named Gigantis Proximo. They destroyed the creature and continue moving from system to system and were recently put under the command of one Antonidas Carius

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

sry, forgot about ur little request:D

[Spartan-II]

Things are going along good, I have a few more people confirming their character sheets, and once everyone is ready, we'll kick it off.

[Joker365]

Name: Kallis Raneg

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Rank: Corporal

Allegiance: Kronos

Appearance: Short and wiry, Kallis has light brown hair cut short and hazel coloured eyes. His appearance isn’t one that is considered handsome, however those who’ve met him always claim that there was an aura of determination and strength about him that was remarkably attractive. The Mark of Kronos has been tattooed on to his right cheek, while the insignia of Omega Squadron has been tattooed onto his left.

Biography: Born to a poor working class family, Kallis joined the army as a way to escape the monotony and hardships of the low class society. Excelling in sports, especially track events, Kallis was soon transferred to the 13th Omega Squad, one of the many reconnaissance squadrons in the Kronos military. Like all followers of Kronos, Kallis is extremely devout, although not quite to the point of some zealots. However, unlike some of his brethren, who completely devote their lives to the gods, has developed an equal, almost stronger bond with his brother soldiers. 8 years of gruelling missions, successes and failures, have woven a web of kinship and loyalty between the soldiers of Omega Squadron that many would die to save another. Now that war has come to their homes, Kallis and his brethren are willing to throw away their lives for each other and the greater glory of Kronos.

Equipment: Kallis uses the standard LRG Model 14 Assault Rifle, like all his brother soldiers. However, he has also installed an underslung anti-personnel grenade launcher for busting out of tight spaces. He also carries a SR-14p pistol. In the case of engaging the enemy in hand to hand combat, Kallis prefers wielding a duel pair of 5 inch vibro-blades, relying on his ability to get in close to use his knives with maximum efficiency while his enemy is hampered by the length of their weapon. He wears the standard Recon armour, the Delta 1X, while still able to stop minor projectiles, is unable to protect its wearer against most standard infantry weaponry. Instead, the suit helps its wearer increase their physical prowess, giving an extra boost to speed and stamina, and to some lesser extent, strength.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Name: Raffen Skelhana

Age: 31

Rank: Sergeant

Allegiance: Vanguard

Equipment: His favored weapon is the P-k920, a fairly average anti-personnel weapon. The projectile rifle also houses a miniature version of the PIL-7260, an anti-vehicle weapon that uses an invisible laser to create a large amount of exploding plasma upon contact with the target. The PIL is mounted below the k920's barrel. While the PIL does not specifically use rounds, it does run out of energy after a certain amount of time while it is switched on. Once it runs out of energy, it merely needs to be recharged to become useful again. His side arm is a conventional projectile pistol, the SR-14p, for which he carries approximately 100 rounds for. He wears an Echo 4-G power suit, upgraded to be able to wield his melee weapon without it flying from his hands. The melee weapon he keeps as a last resort is the IH-23 "Warhammer." The weapon is shaped like a warhammer from ancient years, with a telescoping handle, though encased in the head is a pneumatic impact hammer. When activated, pressures increase in hypercompression chambers encased in the head. When the head makes contact with a target, the immense pressure in the chambers is released, dealing a devastating blow. The weapon needs to charge itself for five to ten seconds te build up sufficient pressure, as well as be swung at very high velocity in order to overcome its permanent safety mechanism. Originally used to "make" doorways, the weapon will easily annihilate any human. It has "Might" inscribed on each side in Engle-Marain.

Bio: Trained from a young age by his parents to follow orders, this soldier is all about discipline. He had always marveled at the discipline present in the military, and knew it was for him. Not a month after graduation he was shipped to basic and excelled. No drill sergeant could rattle him. In AIT, he took special interest in deception strategies. Known by his peers and his commanders for perfect execution of a plan, he had been frequently been looked to by his superiors when drastic measures were required.

[Joker365]

great, its me against everybody else, this outta be fun
anyway, is this rp gonna start anytime soon, or are we still waiting for a few more characters?

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: As soon as ceasar and DS post their characters, we're ready to roll.)

[Dusty]

Name: Roc Garger
Age:25
Gender: male
Rank :Sgt. first class
Allegiance: Vanguard
Equipment: Roc is a heavy support troop. He can carry a variety of load outs. Here is the standard assault load out:
HMG-45: Not to many people are dumb enough to stay in the sights of this bad boy. A combo of a grenade launcher and machine gun this chassis mounted, chain fed weapon is used for everything from artillery to suppressive fire. It can fire a variety of rounds.
T-6:When they made this baby they were only thinking one thing: to make tanks go boom. The t-6 is a high focus chemical laser used to destroy or disable tanks and other armored transports.
Various demolition weapons: Various demolition charges are also carried for quick destruction of enemy structures.

Bio: He was always interested in technology; In fact he was attending the local technical college when the Kronos attacked his home world. He watched all his classmates, friends, and family be slaughtered. He escaped the raiding Kronos and was found by Vanguard soldiers crying over his parents who were killed in their beds. From that day forward he swore revenge for his fellow citizens. He enlisted and made top grades in the academy. He showed great promise as a commissioned officer. All he needed was to be battle tested. So he found him self on a landing pod heading for some planet he didn't even know the name for, he loved every minute of it


((Oh I hope this isn't another good role play that will go down the drain :( ))

[Spartan-II]

Woot for a FUCKING BUSY ASS SCHEDULE, LET'S KICK THIS INTO GEAR!

Antonidas Carius
Vanguard
Cambria - Drop and burn.
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"Captain Carius, prepare for your briefing of the men. We expect launch in 10 minutes, brief them in the launch bays, and prepare for a hard drop."

"Yes sir!" he said, and snapped a salute to the Colonel, which was promptly returned.

He sighed heavily, and checked that his gear was in place. Seeing that everything was in order, he headed to the launch bays, the soles of his combat boots keeping a steady tempo as he did so.

"All right men! Your attention please!" he was standing on an ammo crate, giving him about a foot over the tallest marine.

"Listen up! We're going to go in for a hard drop, this needs to be quick, fast, and efficient, which is why they called us. When we get down there, use the standard 'Dynamic' tactic, and keep each other covered. We will be securing the heart of the Cambrian industrial city Karouse. (Ka-ruse) We will be landing on the outskirts of the downtown district where all the mechanized manufacturing plants are. We will strategically plant 4 EMP Bombs, rendering their factories useless. Taking this city will be a key role in the war here on Cambria. Just remember though, some of us WILL die today, but know that if they do wrest that mortal coil from you, DIE HARD, AND DIE FIGHTING!"

They all raised their right fists, and cried out in a chorus of husky, gravelly, and deep voices, "Honor before all else! Honor my God, my family, and myself!"

Without another word, they all filed to their respective drop pods, entered them, and prepared for the descent.

~ Roughly 3 minutes later ~

"Launch in T-Minus Five..." came the female voice of the controlling AI.

"Four" he checked his breathing, and noted that he was not nervous at all.

"Three" he could hear the machinery preparing for simultaneous drop.

"Two" he quadruple checked that he was strapped itno his seat properly.

"One" he inhaled, and held.

''Launch!" he exhaled as the pod was shot from the undercarraige of the Cruiser, and felt the acceleration of the pod into the atmosphere.

~ A minute later ~

Each of the pods used a series of flaps to control the direction of descent, and to make or break formations. These deployed, and he could feel the perceptible slow of the pod as the flaps caused drag.

The Comm channels were silent, and the estimated landing time was 30 seconds.

Those thirty seconds seemed an eternity, but they passed by regardless of Carius' human perceptions. All of the pods slammed into the ground within seconds of each other, and in a loose formation that spread them out over roughly 50 yards yards.

Forty soldiers over fifty yards.. these new drop pods are amazingly accurate.. he thought to himself.

Surveying the surroundings, he saw that they had landed in the shipping yard of an industrial complex on the very outskirts of the city. There were no enemy contacts on radar, and the HUD on his helmet said that their nearest objective was only a kilometer away.

"Men, form up on me, we'll sweep and secure the area, and then move onto this objective point" he dropped an arrow onto their nearest objective, which could be seen by everyone on their HUD.

[Dusty]

The thud of thw landing made my teeth rattle. I didn't have time to think about as I went through the motions of a hot drop. After blowing my straps and pulling my gun out of its hold cycle I met up with the rest of my squad out of the pod. "Men, form up on me, we'll sweep and secure the area, and then move onto this objective point," ordered the compay commander. A small arrow appeared on my hud's radar. "Lets move," said the squad leader. Due to the bulk of my suit I was tell end Charlie. Last thing we needed was someone to run into my pack and set off an anti-matter charge. I shudder as I think of the holo-vid they showed us at training. We reach the out skirts on the dock yards and take cover behind various pieces of scenery. The army had learnt to many times that Kronos can appear anywhere. We were useing a leap frog strategy. Each squad would cover the other as they made there way in. As we waited evreyone shifted nervously. Its quiet, to quiet....

[Vhaeraun]

Whee. Maybe I'll be able to stay on here for an extended length of time this time.

Name: John Corralston
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Rank: Sergeant
Alleigance: Kronos
Appearance: John is 6'2" with a completely shaved head. His piercing blue eyes show his wisdom. The Mark of Kronos has been tattooed to the back of his head, with a deep scar running from his left ear and terminating in the center of the Mark. In his uniform, he has the Mark burned into the left breast of the armor. His muscular arms always exposed despite the danger he faces.
Equipment: LRG Model 14 Assault Rifle, with a modified barrel to allow the bullets to be shot nearly undetectible, and to allow a blade to be attached to the end. Wears the standard Delta 1X armor, which allows him to move faster than one would imagine from his age. Carries 2 3-foot Vibroblades which can be connected to make his preferred melee weapon, a 6-foot Vibroblade-staff (Think Double-bladed swordstaff).
Bio: Born into poverty, John was lured into the military at an early age, soon becoming a willing grunt (He was given a choice: Live and fight for Kronos, or die for the cause. He couldn't go home no matter what he wanted). Time and time again, his life - and the lives of his squadmates, but John got to know none of them before they died mercilessly before the enemy railguns - was put on the line in harsh, desperate firefights, and time and time again, he either conquered the opponent or was able to retreat with his life still in his own hands. The scar on the back of his head came when he entered a city Kronos was holding against a tide of Vanguard. He was mistaken for a Vanguard by one of his brethren, and was nearly beheaded. Luckily - or unluckily, as John thought later - the grunt missed slightly, and John was merely caught with the tip of the blade as it was dragged across his skull. Losing consciousness from the blow, John awoke days later with a splitting headache and a scar he wouldn't forget for the rest of his life.



John Corralston
Kronos
Cambria - Waiting for the attack.
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John sat in wait. He had just watched the Vanguard pods slam into the ground nearly 3 kilometers away, and knew battle was nearly upon him. Looking around at his ragtag band of troops, John nearly - it would be near blasphemy to actually say anything of the sort - cursed the Kronos military leaders for sticking 20 ill-equipped soldiers here against 40 well trained killers that were the Vanguard. Closing his eyes, he chuckled. Well, he thought, at least I'll be having some fun before I have to retreat.

His mind wandering back to one of his many fights against these murderers, he noted some of the worse ways the Vanguard vermin killed - nay, slaughtered - the helpless Kronos victims. The worst way he could remember was about 20 years ago. He was holding a manufacturing plant against the Vanguards with about 30 others. The Vanguards swooped in - literally dropping a pod right through the roof, killing dozens - and caught everyone unawares. Closest to the door, John knew he was nearly cut off. The Vanguard vermin rounded up the survivors - John was hiding perfectly, so he wasn't detected - and systematically severed their limbs and watched the blood of those few survivors mingle, turning the stone floor from dingy gray to dirty crimson.

Shuddering from disgust, John shook the frightful image from his mind. He had bigger fish to fry right now. He didn't know where these Vanguard were going, but where ever it was, it wouldn't be good for the Kronos forces.

Whistling shrilly, he hopped up from his hiding spot and moved silently, yet quickly, across the barren landscape, hoping to catch the foolish Vanguard as unawares as they caught him, so many years ago...

[100thlurker]

Larnin Cuavirus
Crusade into the land of Defilement...
And all shall be laid to waste.
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The drop pod shook and rattled as the speed of reentry was peeling back some of the armor. Meanwhile he raveounously devoured the knowledge that several maps of the enemy city contained. He studied every nook and cranny and hummed in anticipation of the feeling of Kroanan blood that would once again flow freely through his hands. The AI never said a word, and concentrated on bringing the ship to the ground, which he cared about more than the moment that his feet would once again walk in bloodshed. His thoughts were blown off their tracks by a bonejarring impact with the planet.

With a snake like hiss, the heavily armored canopy slid out of position, and the HUD mounted radar screen immedietly alerted him to the presence of his comrades no more than 50 yards of each other. "Yes, our technology is improving beyond measure. All the better," Larnin thought as he leaped to the ground and opened the compartment behind the pod that held his equipment; his long, sleek rifle that would remind one of the M1 Garand of history almost forgotten, the vibroblade was in good condition, and his sidearm (Which he could care less about) was in tip-top shape. Several sets of grenades completed his set of weapons, and he was now fully armed.

"All units under my command, we, the rightoues ones now set foot on the land of infidels. Call out anything suspicouse, anything that might be the sign of a living Kroanan, no matter how trivial it seems. Radar can make mistakes, and our enemies will do anything to survive. For the defilers value their black lands as much as we covet our own. Be careful," Larsin snarled over the squad com. No sooner had he finished that thier commander ,Antonidas, started giving orders.

Twisting, he raked his gaze over the enemy docks. The town in the background was empty, abandoned as the peoples were evacuated into shelters.

All the more easier for the holy pilots.

His mud brown eyes burst to life, he never trusted his HUD. Not when it was too easily fooled. The blank radar was a better indication that thier enemies were waiting than if someone had put gigantic arrows over thier heads. "Well Kroanan commander, I know you are there. You would do well to retreat before I kill you. Don't think I don't see you," The aging sergeant growled huskily.

[Spartan-II]

Antonidas Carius
Vanguard
Karouse - First Contact
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Their advance was silent and swift, and they had made it roughly half a kilometer before they stopped.

"Alright, I need a group of 10, preferrably melee and close combat experts, to go scout ahead for the Kronos. The rest of you, stay with me. We will move slowly to the objective while letting these men scout ahead for us" he turned to the ten who had volunteered for scout duty, "If you encounter heavy resistance, cover yourselves and retreat. Now go."

He watched them run silently from cover to cover, checking their positions against the map on his HUD as he did so. They moved through the complex until they reached the objective point. Motioning to the remaining men, he bid them to follow him. They followed the scout teams route, taking them through transport vehicles, half assembled machinery, spare parts, and junk until they reached the objective, and the Scout team.

The objective point was the outside wall of a vehicle production factory. It supplied the Kronoan forces with troop trasnports and vehicles for hauling supplies.

"Good work, men" he turned, and looked at them.

"You, Sergeant Garger, plant the EMP bomb on that wall" he said to a man in large powered armor.

"Yes sir!" he said, and moved to the spot on the wall and began preparing the EMP bomb.

"Everyone else take defensive positions and watch for Kronoan forces, we have to hold this position until the bomb is ready."

He and everyone else took their positions, and waited.

[Dusty]

I quickly broke out the EMP's. The large blue canisters looked more like blue jelly then bombs. Rato 10 and Centrius colonys knew better though. I quickly place the detonator in the socket and set the timer. I pat the commander on the back. "Sir we got 10 minutes. That will give us time to get out of the way," I report. Then I notice a flash of red on my hud. An enemy contact. Evreyone else noticed it too and broke out there weapons in a circle pattern. "Sir I'm picking somethig up on a Krono's channel!" yelled the radio man. I see a few more blips. "This is gonna be one of those days," mutters a private.

[Biohazard]

Jarrod quickly moved to a double door leading into the complex. He motioned for them to set up defensive positions around a few columns. He slowly drew out the hilt to his sword and moved besides the glass doors. The red blips on his HUD moved closer to the door. There were at least three dozen of them, they moved quickly. He nodded to his teammates who nodded back as they cocked their weapons.

“Blast ‘em as soon as they breach the doors” Jarrod whispered. Before his team could acknowledge, the glass doors shattered inwards and Kronos soldiers poured through without taking notice of Jarrod beside them. His squadron opened fire from their concealed positions taking down the unsuspecting Kronos soldiers. Jarrod jammed the end of his hilt into the back of a passing Kronos and flipped the switch that extended the blade. It passed through the surprised Kronos’ armor with ease and burst through his chest spewing electrified globules of blood everywhere.

He whipped the sword out and around taking off another Kronos’ head. By that time other soldiers noticed him and opened fire. He ducked behind a pillar and put his sword in its holster. He grabbed his rifle and quickly changed to the anti-vehicle module. He peaked around the corner and saw three of the soldiers slowly advancing towards his hiding place. He turned the corner and faced them, they raised their rifles but were blasted away by his anti-vehicle rifle module. The beam killed the three, went through them, and went on to kill another two before disappearing.

He ducked behind the pillar and changed for his normal assault module and moved towards another pillar covering himself by firing upon the Kronos soldiers. He pulled up his team roster on his HUD; three of his squad mates were already dead.

“We need backup in the main entryway, now!” he shouted over the frequency used by the Vanguard soldiers. He turned the pillar again and started shooting at the Kronos hoping that the backup would arrive soon.

[Dusty]

“We need backup in the main entryway, now!” the voice nearly blowing out the woofers in my helmet. It was so loud I couldn't understand. "2-5 take a breath snd calm down," replied the commander cooly. Then all hell broke loose. First a private's head littearly exploded. Then my entire radar became active with blips. "Sniper!" I yelled diveing for cover. Bullets started pinging and bonceing all around us. "Fire at will!" came the order. I mount my tripod on a few barrels and aim for a group of about 10 soldiers on top of a stack of pipes. My gun's recoil pushed against my palms as it chugged out mini grenades. My aim was true and the pipes disintagrate below them. Just as I was switching targets I feel something hard smash into my arm. A krono has snuck around and was flanking me. My suit had deflected the bullet but it also left my arm feeling numb. I scrambled back to my gun and bring it on him just as he was reloading. ~thump~ I fire on shot. His chest explodes in a pile on entrails as he collapses to the ground. "All units move out to 2-5 postion!" yelled the commander. I check the timer on my hud for the emp. 2 minutes....

[100thlurker]

Larnin Cuavirus
And all shall be laid to waste...
Impaling a babe a bannered lance...
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Every cell that he had in his body screamed for release. Pain sharp as hell clutched his limbs in his cruel embrace, yet he held himself down. Not yet. Not while the Kroanans still emptied. Yes a little further and...

"For Terra, For your God, and His own way! DEATH, DEATH, DEATH, DEATH! BLOODGETTERS BEGIN THE PLUNGE OF HIS CRUSADE!" Larnin screamed with a bloodcurdling cry

He felt his men leap from their hiding places ,rather than see them, some filled with their own fanatical resolve to bring the death of a Kroanan. Whether by pain of loss, or taught by family it mattered nuaght to him. One leaped into the air, up to about ten feet in the air,and swung his puenomattock into a direct collision course with a Kroanan soldier's head. It managed to swing its weapon towards the flying deamon, but the warhammer impacted first. A resounding crack anounced the breaking of the defiler's spine and neck at once, along with part of his power armor. His body bent in ways not thought possible before the Vanguard soldier landed feet first and flourished a vibroblade the size of a dagger and stabbed repeatedly. Another plowed headfirst into the formation and brought the nozel of his flamer to bear. Within seconds it flashed to life and dragonflame leaped from the barrel and engulfed a man in powerarmor. Despite the protection it offered, it was heated to the point that it fused with the Kroanan's skin, and cooked him alive. A fitting death for a heretic. Screaming pain and agony across the Kroanan channels, stuffing their ears with it before they cut it off.

Larnin brandished his long-gun and brought it up to the face of a terrified looking infantryman. Abrubtly everthing went red. Boiling, unflushable rage choked him, suffocated him, untill a new personality erupted to the surface. Its only name hate, cruelty, pain, a god of death and torture.

Screaming again, he ignored the ineffectual bullets that pinged off his armor, and he mashed down on the trigger. What seemed like a ten-round burst blew out the man's trachea, the bullets nailed goblets of blood into the walls around them in a terrifying cocaphony. With his eyes filled with blood they took the terrifying apearence of red globules. All stamped with the words of hate. Grabbing what was left of the man's head, he ripped it off the last connections to the body and chucked it at a cluster of Kroanan's. He leapt after it.

(OOC:Insight into his bloodrage...)

[Vhaeraun]

John ran to a flanking position, and realised that there had been a second squad of Kronos set at a different location, a squad John hadn't been told of. He didn't care. Most would die anyway. Already John could see the Vanguard ripping through the half-hearted charge. John looked at one of the Kronos kneeling beside him, and nodded. In response, the man aimed with his gun and started taking out Vanguard troops. John lifted his gun and jumped down into the carnage.

Taking aim, John shot the legs out from under one of his opponents. Smiling, he noticed his attack wasn't noted; the Vanguard were too busy with the sloppy charge to worry about their rear. Shouldering his gun, he pulled out his swords. Connecting them at the hilts, John rush toward one of the groups of Vanguard currently looking away from him. With a cry of rage, John rent one of their heads asunder. Now the Vanguard noticed him. They tried to get a bead on him, but he kept knocking their guns astray, so two of them pulled out their own blades. Now the fun begins, John thought with a grim smile.

As soon as the first attacked, John parried easily. He knew he left one of his flanks open, but he felt no attack. Obviously these soldiers didn't have sword training and definitely didn't know how to draw attention and attack simultaneously. He pressed quickly, rocking both defenders back on their heels, and then off their feet. With his opponents down, he quickly dispatched both.

Then he felt a boot connect with the back of his knee. He fell down onto the knee, and he broke the connection of his blades and spun one around to take up a defensive position between him and his assailant. Just in time. The sword stopped for a moment before the blade rang out shrilly, the sword of a vanguard following the boot. John thrust with the other sword, ripping through the armor, and John thought he could see the agony written in the eyes of the corpse on his blade.

Standing up, John saw the remaining two Vanguard standing with their blades ready, waiting for John to make the first move. He was more than happy to oblige. Cutting across with one of his blades, he felt it blocked by the Vanguard on the left. As soon as the connection cried out, he whipped his right blade up to parry the other Vanguard's sword. So these two can complement each other. Excellent, John thought.

The troops went on the offensive, launching lightning fast attacks which almost threw John off. Almost. His heightened speed allowed him to block each with near ease. Parry left. Dip right. Block center. Jump. Over and over. On and on. John felt the pattern set in, and simply waited. He waited until he had to dip right, and instead let the blade pierce his right thigh. Thrusting forward with both of his blades, he impaled both of his startled opponents. Both with down without a sound.

But John was wounded, and bad. Blood was gushing from his leg, and before he knew what was going on, he was laying face down on the ground, and then all was black...

[Spartan-II]

Antonidas Carius
Vanguard
Rage
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"Sir! A Kronoan has come from behind, the fucker is fast and he is highly skilled in melee! We need back up! We n-UGH!"

The voice coming over the comm cut out and the mans marker on his HUD turned red.

"You men STAY HERE! HOLD THIS POSITION AT ALL COSTS!"

Aparently, one man had taken out five of his men in melee combat. He intended to find and either kill this man, or claim him for Operation Missionary.

Sprinting to their location, he weaved in and out of cover, Kronoan rounds pinging off of the walls and ruins around him. One round grazed his side, denting the armor slightly and almost knocking him off balance. He growled, regained his balance, and conntinued.

He saw the man stabbed in the thigh as he lunged and impaled both of his remaining troops. He saw the man collapse, pull the blade from his leg, (Luckily the electrical cell had malfunctioned, saving him from death.) and pass out. Walking over to the man, he checked his pulse. It was weakening.

Pulling the medpac off of his back, he pulled out a biofoam injector, and injected the entire syringe into the mans leg. The biofoam would sterilize the wound, and accelerate tissue growth. The blade hadn't hit the bone, and his artery has been missed by roughly half an inch.

"It seems you have measure of luck with your skill, heretic."

He administered a sedative to the man, which would keep him asleep for atleast another six hours. He took a pair of shielded handcuffs, and locked the mans hands behind his back.

Something hit him in the back, and he rolled forward and to the right. He got up on one knee, and saw a Kronoan brandishing an SR-14p pistol. The man saw him, grinned, and dropped the pistol. He continued to walk towards Antonidas, stopped roughly ten feet away from him, and drew his sword. Antonidas, still on his knee, drew his own and got to his feet. Apparently, the other Kronoan had saw the ease with which his comrade had dispatched his troops, and thought he would also be an easy match.

"Thank you for healing my friend, Vanguard scum, but I cannot allow you to take him."

"Go to hell with the rest of your kind" he spat at the man, who only grinned.

The man leapt forward, and attempted to stab him, covering the ground in roughly a second. Antonidas spun, knocked the mans blade aside with his own, and kicked him in the chest with his left leg. The Kronoan was knocked off balance, and obviously surprised at Antonidas' prowess. Pressing his advantage, he launched a series of very fast, but weak attacks. The Kronoan blocked each haphazardly, and almost missed the last one. The Kronoan drew back, and launched his own attack at Antonidas. He blocked with his own, and kicked the man in the shin. He screamed in pain, and fell to the ground, his armor had collapsed and broken his shin. Without a seconds hesitation, he plunged the sword into the mans chest, directly where his heart was. The electrical shock causes his body to seizure and burn. He withdrew his blade from the dead Kronoan, and sheathed the still bloodstained blade.

He turned back to his new friend, hoisted him on his shoulder, and carried him back to their extraction point.

[Dusty]

Things were looking bad. A loan enemy had demolished the rear flank and the Kornos were getting bold in targeting my position. I fire a burst at a cocky troop with a rocket launcher. I watch him dive back into cover. I hear step and a grunt behind me. I spin to the side just in time to dodge a vibro axe that missed by a millimeter. Training kicked in. I send my armored fist into the troopers face.

Then use me elbow and pin his wrist. I pull his electro knife out of his sheath while he was distracted and tab his arm. He releases his axe and yells in pain. Not wasting a second I grab the axe and with a might swing decapitate the heretic. I watch as his body collapses.

"Go to hell heretic," I mutter then spit on his corpse. I turn just in time to see a trooper getting a beed on me. I lung and hit the trigger on my launcher. The round landed right in front of him blowing him back. "This is Roc left flank is caving I repeat caving request permission to disengage!"

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: Please use spellcheck, ceasar. Also, please check for proper grammar, and try to make your sentences flow better, and try to make them less choppy.)

[Biohazard]

(ooc: and try not to name my character things...like 5-2 w/e that means, thanks)


Jarrod threw himself into a group of three surprised Kronos soldiers. He had his sword and dagger out; he slashed furiously at the three soldiers. He stabbed forward with his sword but the Kronos parried it with his rifle. Jarrod took that vulnerability and stabbed him in the neck with his dagger and kicked backwards. His foot connected with the rifle of a different Kronos and knocked it out of the heretic’s hands. The remaining heretic began firing at Jarrod but he whirled around and sliced the rifle in two long ways with his sword.

The other two soldiers drew their melee weapons and got ready for a fight. Jarrod raised his sword in front of him and kept his dagger at his side, he circled around them. His eyes darted between the two heretic soldiers; he backed away a bit until his foot bumped into something metal on the ground. An idea popped into his head and he smiled, a look of confusion washed over his opponent’s faces. With a single motion he threw his dagger into the neck of one of the Kronos and kicked the metal object up with his foot. He whirled, snatched the pistol and shot the remaining Kronos in the face.

“This is Corporal Harland, main entryway clear!” Jarrod said as he removed the dagger from his enemy, “Ill take what’s left of my swuad and go searching for any stragglers”

He pulled up his team roster on his HUD. Eight of them had perished in the fighting; he marked them as KIA and opened up a channel with the remainder, “Those who are still able to fight form up on me!”

[100thlurker]

(OOC: Also, nobody is even raising an eyebrow to the fact that I ripped a guy's head off AND THREW IT AT MY ENEMIES! Becuase that there is a little scary!;) )

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Larsin Cuavirus
Impaling a babe, a bannered lance.
The motif of a red dragon billowing on its stand.
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The horrified face of the beheaded Kroanan hit one of the soldiers with enough force to make him stumble. They stood slack jawed at the utterly disgusting beheading. When Larsin landed, hell broke loose for him, three guns simeltaneosly opened fire at point blank range. Amazingly, he was still standing when the men had finished in spraying their clips into his chestplate. Wild sparks blew away from his armor, shrapnel and richochets bouncing away in every direction, while some projecties punched through his excellent armor protection. Stumbling, with weakness, as his bloodrage would not let him succumb to the pain, he brought his gun to bear. As if in a trance, the Kroanan's blinked ineffectually at the gunbarrel aimed at them. All remaining 38 bullets that were left in his "Magic Lance" blew apart his chest in a ticker tape style explosion. Gore and guts landed with sickening splats all along the floor. Instantly, the two remaining guards reacted voilently. Both dropped their weapons and whipped out more well equiped weapons. One shakily brought his Sp-14 to bear and unloaded. The other wildy unhooked his vibroblade and swung with all his might. Weakly, Larsin dropped and rolled away from the dancing fireworks and the whooshing gullotine.

"Ro...eft...la...ca...I re...t! Ca..ing..in...qu...t...per...ion....to...d...engag e!" It was all he could cobble together from the frightened transmission.

Larsin wouldn't have that,"NO!" He screamed bloodcurdling as he luanched himself to his feet. His vibroblade sang as it gracefully arced from its seath. Screaming his lungs empty, he brought the blade down and clove his enemies blade in two. Two projectiles pinged off his undamaged shoulder armor as he then danced away best he could as red not related to his bloodrage seeped into his eyes.

That was when the Kroanan hastily ate through his sidearm dissapeared in flame. The other dropped like a stone as a volley of slugs punctured all sorts of plates.

"Sir! Are you okay? Godamnit this isn't time for your heroics!" he heard his XO yell over the din of battle. The man's voice seemed so far away...Yes that was it, death wanted to claim him. Well HE WOULD NOT SUCUMB!"

"Adrenaline" he croaked. When a sharp lance of pain shot into his arm, all thoughts of death perished.

"Thats a boy," Larsin growled before charging back into the fight..

[Dusty]

((I edited my post. I can't believe how bad my spelling was O_O. Im' gonna run it through word now on before I post.))

No one answered my repeated calls. During a lull in the fight I had pulled to barrels and placed them at my side to protect my flanks. The heretic with the launcher kept trying to find a opening to fire. After his fifth try I had enough. I pull out a canister of c4, tear a small section off then arm it with a remote. I throw it with all my strength at the rocket jock’s position. I push the trigger just has appeared from behind his cover. He probably didn’t even have time to think about the fact he walked into a wall of flame.

I duck back behind the barrels as bullets ping about. I take a look at my HUD and notice something wrong. There were no squad mates on it. I risk popping my head up to take a look. Two vanguard troops were slumped over with bullet holes in their armory. Another had a electro throwing knife in his back. My squad leader and his XO were missing.

“This is Roc my squad is neutralized! I need help or EVAC now!!” I yell. The jumble of voices that came back was indecipherable. I notice a few foolhardy troopers trying to flank me on my HUD. I pop up and swing my gun around. I spray the whole area with rounds. It wouldn’t be long till the realized I’m the only guy left. Then they would swarm over him and straight through the whole company….

[Joker365]

IC: And may the light of Kronos protect you all.'

The soldiers inside the dropship lowered they're eyes, and crossed themselves with the Mark of Kronos, before leaping as one from the hovering transport. They quickly fanned out, deploying around the carrier until it zoomed off into the distance. A brief pause, then Kallis' comlink beeped quietly and Sergeant Ranta's voice buzzed in his ear.

'Target distance is 2 klicks. Make a quick sweep of the area. The main force is 30 minutes behind us and we are to secure the factories located in the city until they arrive. Talon 1, take your squad and enter through the east attempt to contact any of our brethren here, Talon 2, lead your men through the west. Talon 3, you're with me. We rendezvous at the mech plants. Move out.'

The 3 groups of half a dozen soldiers split up and raced towards they're objective. Kallis, now referred to as Talon 1, circled around west. With his team of 6 Omega Squadron soldier's behind him, the young corporal arrived at the outskirts of the city, barely sweating. By Kronos I love these suits he thought to himself, smiling grimly underneath his helmet. He keyed in his comlink.

'Brothers, keep your weapons ready and sensor's up at maximum. Intel says the non-believer's have already entered the city, so we have to locate our brethren quickly. From now on maintain comlink silence.'

Kallis mentally ticked off the replies until everyone was accounted for and motioned for them to enter the city. As they moved through the abandoned city, moving swiftly and silently, the corporal felt the bitter taste of anger in his mouth. What once was a city teaming with people, life and happiness was now nothing but a barren husk, the ghostly howl of the wind the only sound that could be heard in the deserted metropolis. And all because of the Vanguard he swore silently they'll pay dearly for this.

A wave from his comm.-specialist caught his attention. The man's hand waved, telling the young corporal what he needed to know. Vanguard frequencies? score soldiers overwhelming our brethren. Location: industrial sector. Kallis' eyes widened. Ignoring his own directive, he took off running, yelling into his commlink.

'To me my brothers! The heathens cannot take that factory!' He brought up his HUD and saw the rest of Omega Team 7 speed towards they're objective. He switched to the general Kronan frequency, since speed, not stealth, was the most important factor now. 'Come in Cambria Security! Come in Cambria Security!' His voice shook slightly as he pounded down the street, his small fireteam behind him.

Static.

SHIT!

'Cambria Security do you read me?'

OOC: wow lurker....rn't we meant to be the foaming zealots?

[100thlurker]

Larsin Cuavirus
The motif of a red dragon, billowing on its stand.
Crows cawing in the cleansing rain as shields shatter, and swords break.
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Often, the sight of a blood covered man, blood pouring in waves from open bullet wounds. With eyes of red, yet still he charges you. Its mouth uttering warcries. They say trying to fight a bloodgetter in that condition is terrifying. No matter how fanatical you are, nothing will save you from that clawing terror except if you have your own bloodrage. But that is extremely rare. You'll often spray your bullets at the thing, hoping one will end its life. Your knuckles turn white on the trigger, hoping somehow that the bullets might fly faster. But your bullets slingshot away wildly and with no accuracy. Stumbling, you would attempt to run, hide, beg for forgiveness.

The Kroanans attempting to make a fatal push through the left flank would experience that shock firsthand before they died.

"DEATH!" Larnin bellowed as he ran with all speed straight into the advancing enemies' lines. He passed the lone soldier without so much as a glance. The rest of his squad followed, Burny with his flamer directly behind him, his XO leading another man in a flanking strike into their flank. The Kroanan's turned their guns at the new threat, and one dropped his rail-gun from nerveless fingers. They just stood. Thier eyes not correlating the shocking sight that was barreling toward them. It was like a demon making a direct bee-line straight at them.

Instantly, his XO opened fire and cut down two Kroanans like wheat to a sickle. Screaming, one heretic turn and ran, but his back exploded as a sub-machinegun delivered high speed, explosive tipped nine-millimeter rounds through his power armor. A gout of fire shot away from Burney and his flamer. Larnin took the direct aproach. Mere inches away from a stunned target he swung his un-loaded rifle into his face. The sound of cartilidge and helmet cruching resounded through the space. He followed up by repeatedly jamming his bayonneted weapon into the weak-points of the man's armor.

The left flank would not cave.

[Spartan-II]

Cpt. Antonidas Carius
Vanguard
Retreating? we're advancing in another direction.
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"Sir! The EMP bomb is armed and ready! Detonation in t-minus two minutes!"

"Good!" he barked, and opened a comm channel to all his men.

"All men, fall back to the second objective, this bomb is armed and ready to blow in t-minus two minutes!"

Popping out of his cover, he hit an approaching Kronoan trooper with a spray of ten railgun rounds, each catching him in his armored head. Gore exploded out of the back of his helmet as some of the rounds overpenetrated, covering the troops at his back in a crimson tide. He glanced down at the unconscious Kronoan at his feet, and smiled.

"We need to move NOW!" he barked.

He reached to his side, and plucked away a contact plasma grenade. He primed the grenade, and hurled it over their cover. He heard a yell, and then the crash and sizzle of the plasma engulfing everything in the area. His visor had compensated for the bright flash of the light thrown off by the grenade, and it faded back to normal as he evaluated the area the grenade had effected. The super heated palsma had eaten through everything within a thirty foot area of the grenade, turning the ground black. Six Kronoans who had been hiding behind cover had been engulfed and turned into stinking piles of flesh and slag. The cover they had been hiding behind had either been melted or scorched to the point of crumbling, and small fires started by the heat of the weapon raged unchecked.

"We need to get to that objective point! March double time!" he bent down, picked up the Kronoan, and hefted him over his shoulder. He would have to use a firemans carry.

His men formed into position at his rear, and they marched off towards their objective, carefully watching for the Kronoans and using the available cover as best as they could.

[Dusty]

((I'm going to be gone for awhile so I can't post. Just make sure my guy don't die :P ))


I tag along on the tail end of the formation. I could still hear random gunfire in evrey direction. Then sparks fly from a guy two people ahead of me in line as bullets rupture his suit. I throw myself behind a concrete shed along with the guy in front of me. I zero my sights on the Kronos who had fired on us. A qiuck three round burst left him and 6 feet wide circle charred.

I turn back to look the way we came just in time to see a blinding blue light and Saint Elmo's fire on anything metal. The EMP's had fired leaveing anything electronic fried. "Objective one is complete," I say over the radio. Maybe just maybe we could get through this.....

[Spartan-II]

*Cough*

Post.

[100thlurker]

Larsin Cuavirus
Crows cawing in the cleansing rain as shields shatter, and swords break.
Rain steeps in sheets on the broken city.
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The blood raged sergeant slinked behind a pillar as a string of tungsten-tipped rounds chiseled away at the surrounding environment. Trembling and wincing as the feeling of tounges of flame licking at his chest and retreating, he pointed down to the ground and motioned an S to the team's submachine-gunner who acknowledged with a sweeping motion.Speedily he popped out of cover and let loose several bursts of HE-tipped 9-millimeter slugs in the direction of the target. Frightened, the recipeint dodged back under his pile of rubble. Pieces of plasti-granite went flying as dust and chips in every direction.

There was no way any of the bullets had hit the target, but that was not the intention of either Larsin or his subordinate. Acting quickly he dived, and rolled behind the protection of a broken down APC that was obviosly in to see its last days. Even more fortunate for the sergeant was the fact that none of the portholes of armor had been stripped away yet. This time flat-out sprinting he fired a random burst at an enemy-identifeid icon and flew into the troop compartment of the armored vehicle. Hunkering down he opened the chest plates and started injecting bio-foam while shoving the muzzle of his gun through one of the portholes and mashed down on th trigger.

Now, his bloodrage had tempered down to a point that fear and remorse for the deaths he cuased started clawing at him. Growling he pushed those thoughts away and flicked away the pin on his He-Frag grenade. There was sudden lull in the nearest enemies firing as he reloaded, and Larsin threw the grenade in a way only a master knew. The ancient-and just as deadly-weapon sailed over into a clump of soldiers who were hiding behind the scraps of several former tanks were completely safe from a grenade impact that exploded on the ground. But that was not Larsin's aim. Instead, the weapon airbursted over their head, the pure concussive force snapping the necks of the nearest soldier. Following that, superheated - hypersonic shrapnel impaled the Kraonans in the weak point of the top armor. With most of the pressure of the enemy fire lifted off of them, his XO and flanking group charged from their cover and had clear lines of fire at the entrenched Kroanans in the area. Most were too busy ducking under the sudden hailstorm of anti-personal round that pinged, crashed, broke, splinetered all around them. Some managed to turn their guns at the new threat that they had no cover for, but were blown apart by several concentrated volleys of massed fire.

Larsin grapped the obstructing scrap metal and leaped among the cover of his enemies. His bloodrage burst anew and he brutally stabbed a gibbering Kroanan straight through the heart. One pulled out his blade, and Larsin responded by nearly ripping the weapon out of his hands with the pure force of his weapon's impact. Somehow he managed to keep it from flying out of his hands and swung towards his unguarded left. Suprised, and all the more pissed, the sergeant threw his handgun at the incoming gulliotine. It threw the man's guard off long enough to let his sword forcefully carve a path through his neck. Globules of sparking and exploding blood spat away from the wound in every direction.

What few Kroanan forces left imedietly pulled away and Larsin almost screamed for his men to pursue and cut them down when his XO dodged under several bits of desperate fire from the enemy and tapped him on the shoulder. He held back his bloody roars of defience and barked ,"Burney, wall of fire in every direction. I want Chisel and Smasher to put up a wall of dust from your heavy weapons! Killjoy and Headbreak shy 'em up a bit more, everybody else doubletime five metres and provide covering fire for us. You know the drill!"

His team executed his orders swiftly. Rendevousing with the rest of their element, they pulled out to their secondary objective.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

The squad dashed through passages in a "V" formation, in the direction of our next target. The walls of the place were clean and white, littered with occasional large holes revealing cables and pipes behind them.

Ahead was a door. We approached and found it to be locked. To one side was a small control post. Still no sign of any Kronoans from the rear. "Corporal Harland, slice that terminal controling the door," I radioed. One soldier broke formation and went to the control panel.

Perfect timing too, as at that moment came a patrol of Kronoan scout drones, followed by a small force of Kronoan troopers. The captain signaled to break the formation, "Secure this door, men!" The squad took cover while Harland continued to hack the door terminal. The drones took tactical positions to surround us as the Kronoan soldiers began firing.

I picked off a few of the drones, which had been transmitting data on our maneuvers to the enemy. One Kronoan soldier crept beind the support beam adjacent to me; Bad move. My impact hammer whirred to life, and I slammed it into the pillar, annihilating it as well as the soldier behind it. I took a sniping position over the top of the wrecked base of the pillar and lobbed a grenade.

"I've got it! Door opened," I heard on my radio. The door was sliding open, and we moved in. On the other side, Harland locked it, but the Kronoans were determined to have at us.

[Spartan-II]

I updated neutral to my situation, and he will be taking over in my stead until I have dealt with things.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Sargeant Raffen Skelhana
Cambria
en route to second target
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"Just a little further to the next target," said the Captain. Spots of light began spewing little liquid flames from one side of the door. "They're blowing the door!" I exclaimed," How many are on the other side?"

"When the door closed there were about six Kronoans and maybe three of the scout drones," Garger reported. My helmet hid the evil smirk that had just formed across my face. "Stand back," I said, coolly. The others took a few hesitant steps away, exchanging expressions, until they heard the whirrrr of my charging impact hammer. I pressed a small button on the handle near the head of the weapon and the grip loosened. I swung the small rod of the handle as it was stretched by the centrifical force of the sudden rotation, and the head struck the melting surface of the door.

A red carpet showed where the bodies had been thrown, as well as some components left over from the scout drones. It was quite a lovely sight from an abstract perspective, anyway. Not even any of their weapons were remotely usable, smashed beyond repair by the shockwave. I looked back at the squad, "Glad to have that off our backs, eh?"

"Yeah, right. Let's go," the Captain turned and lead the squad up the ramp into the next hallway.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Post!!!
Caesar! Now! I know you're out there!