[i][b]Patrols, Bracheous enjoyed them dearly. It gave him time to reflect on his situation, and the shit-storm he was putting up with right now. He was living with some cult of the Emperor for thirty years as a captive, forced to do battle in an arena against Chaos Warriors and Tyranids for years, only to be teleported to a place full of Tyranids and Chaos Warriors, wasn't that just damned amazing. He walked the perimeter of the main Imperium camp, the one where the Ultramarines, Agnes, and Kat were all located in, as he was on patrol. [/b][/i] ((Open))

Five of them were left. Gideon, Thomas, McGregor, Briggs, and Douglas. The others had fallen to tyranids. It'd started in an abandoned food processor, the soldiers of kilo 2 had happened upon it and instead of taking what they needed and leaving they had stopped to rest. In any other situation, they would have been alright,but the tyranids are drawn to biomass, and food in sufficient quantities draws them like moths to the flame. It had taken Miller and tanaka first, the swarm of rippers. They barely had time to grab their weapons before the skittering creatures had started to eat through their exosuits. Perez went next, dying to hormagaunt. Ramirez had sacrificed himself so that the others could get away, a trio of grenades and what was left of his share of the C4 destroyed everything in the room. Now they were currently inside a depot or armory. There were many weapons they didn't recognize and a few that they did, each picking up ammo or weapons as they saw fit. McGregor walked over to a kalash that was way ahead of anything in his timeline, he shouldered it and reloaded it. He explored the weapon with a certain familiarity, and one of his teammates noticed. Thomas had had her suspicions of McGregor from the beginning. The man didn't talk much, and when he did, he phrased things differently. She'd never seen him out of uniform, or after duty hours, when the team went out for drinks, he'd not come. She'd mention it to Gideon but the Brit had told her let it be. Yuri Tarkov, noticed his comrade staring at him. He knew she was suspicious of him, but he supposed it was not of any consequence, he would keep his cover of McGregor for as long as he could. He slung the AK and picked up a side arm, and a bison PDW. He restocked his explosives, as did everyone else. Briggs motioned for them to move out. "Come on, those things are probably out there." The group left the armory and headed towards the aft of the ship. They took darkened corridors due to necessity, hoping to put distance between them and the tyranids. It almost worked too, they almost got away, unfortunately for them an exceptionally large one still tracked them, and it set an ambush. Douglas had point and he was the first one into the crossroad. As a consequence he was killed when the beast speared him with its large blade like appendages. Gideon and McGregor opened fire and began to back up, McGregor activating his energy shield and preparing his c4 for a very stupid idea. Luckily for him the appearance of three figures negated this. They were men in black and white armor. One was large, physically imposing but the others were simply massive. They attacked the beast one with a glowing warhammer and the other with a shield. The smaller one had a large rifle and fired. They helped drive off the beast. When the dust settled,'of the three the smaller one was the only black Templar left. "My name is Oscar Pretoria, knight aspirant of the black Templar chapter, if you wish to live come with me."

[b]Stratos sprints out of a hallway with a folding chair in hand, heading straight for sanic.[/b] [i]ALLAHU ALBAR MOTHER -blam!-ER!![/i] [b]He leaps into a spin and slaps the chair across sanics face[/b]

[i]Welcome to Prison of Exiles, Destroy mines, Yesss?[/i]

[b][i]Bloodwrath Superhighway[/i][/b] [i] A single motorcycle moves at incredible speeds down dorsal highway, a vehicle route from port to starboard of the vast starship. The motorcycle is driven by none other than Edmond Glass, his black helmet sporting devil horns and a strange reference to an ancient music known as rock and roll. Edmond reaches the General Quarters, or GQ section of the ship and passes through a security checkpoint. "We're going to need to search your backpack, sir" says one of the imperial guard, approaching Edmond. "I'd rather you didn't..." Says Edmond as he tosses the guard a heavy sack of gold. "There's more where that came from if you can manage to keep your mouth shut and get me through without interruption." Finishes Edmond with a smile. The guard escorts Edmond through, motorcycle and all. "Thanks!" Says Edmond as he guns the throttle, popping a wheeley as he speeds away like a madman. [b]The guard examines the gold..... It's all fake. "GUARDS!!!" Yells the imperial officer as his troops mobilize and give chase.[/b] [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Alright, I got bored. Gonna have to fix that.[/spoiler] [i][b]Arrival, Again.[/b][/i] [b]Today was gonna be on the list of, 'Not Quite So Good Days'. First, her favorite pet had died. Of course, she had killed it, but that didn't change the fact that it was dead. Second, she was somewhere familiar, and not in a good way.[/b] "If this is a joke, this isn't a funny one." [b]Shadow stood in the middle of a clump of Necrons, their eyes glinting in the darkness as they leap upon her.[/b] "Alright, now who's the prankster?" [b]She stands firm, looking about before she stiffens in shock, her shields flaring briefly.[/b] "Ah..... Of course." [b]The dark corridor is illuminated briefly, showing a scene of parts and organics covering the walls. Shadow cackles and leaps into the depths of the ship, her eyes pitch-black.[/b] [spoiler]If you are a-hunt'n, Open.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Awakening[/i][/b] Monica shot awake. She was covered in sweat, her combat suit still on. On her left hand was an eye... Much like her uncle. Where was she? "H...Hi?" She calls out. She was shaking. Her vision was shaky. She stands, supporting herself on the rock wall. She was in... What felt like a ship... Why was she here? What... What happened? Last thing she remembered she was sleeping in her bed... And then... She was here. She exited the room cautiously, looking at her surroundings. "H-Hello?" She calls out. She was lost... On a probably massive ship. [spoiler]Shad[/spoiler]

a man awakens in a dark room, he gasps for air and coughs violently as sour air fills his lungs. frantically looking around, as he attempts to recall how he got there, but there is nothing. around him lay various pieces of combat and utility equipment. after catching his breath he attempts to stand. as he touches the floor. it is soft and almost feels organic, like pushing down on a piece of meat. it pulses subtly as he pushes himself to his feet. as he stands, groans and screams can be heard in the distance, but something else fills the mans ears. "finally awake are we?" the man recoils, spinning around to find the source of the voice, but there is no one in sight. "who's there? where are you?" he says in fear. "I am in your mind, we were bound together by this ship." the voice says in a deep, calm voice. but the man continues to scan the area. then says. "I don't believe you, show yourself!" after a moment of silence the voice replies. "very well..." before the mans eyes a figure engulfed in flames manifests, horns protrude from its 'skull' and its eyes are darker than the night sky. it strides toward the man coming mere inches from his face. although he is afraid, the man cannot move, and to his surprise the flames do not burn him. "who... what are you?" the man asks "I am a demon, but that is not important. what is important is that we are bound together for some reason and we need to remove those bonds. now move. we have to get out of this zone before something finds us." [spoiler]((closed))[/spoiler]

Variable "River of Blood" [b]Processing. . .[/b] / / / Estimated time of remaining active? / / / Unpredictable. Create observation subroutine? / / / Yes. / / / Subroutine "Observe River of Blood" initiated. Estimated run time: Until terminated. / / / You are being observed.

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Side plot [b][i]Chapter 3: Attack[/i][/b] As Ryker wandered the corridors and large expanses of the ship... He tried to avoid anything that he saw. He didn't know anything about where he was and would rather not be ambushed. He was careful, and quiet. Eventually he came to very large, seemingly never ending hallway, very tall, and wide, and long. It could be used for a gathering of sorts... An army could fit in it. He looked around, his HUD scanning it for threats... None. He stepped softly... Watching his surroundings... There were alcoves high up, and he didn't like them. "Look at you..." Ryker freezes, pulling Angel out quickly, aiming it around. "Scared... Scrambling for safety..." "Where are you!" Whoever it was sounded human... "I'm everywhere." "Who are you!" The voice snarls. "Of course you don't know, Ryker." He pauses in shock. "What... I..." "Oh I know who you are... Ryker Evans.. The famous hero of the a Golden City... Billionaire weapons designer... Philanthropist. Married with one daughter.. Alexia." He grows angry. "Show yourself!" And the man obliges. He appears a couple hundred feet away from him. He wore a suit that looke... Identical to his ACSC. How... "You're...-" "Wearing one of your ACSCs?" "Who are you?!" Ryker says, pointing Angel at him. "My name... Is Garret. And I'm here to kill you." Ryker laughs. "Good luck pal, many have tried." He laughs back. "Only Ive got the actual thing that can end you." He quickly raises his wrist and fires something, an Angel round?! It was to late to react, it tore through his shoulder, he collapsed, a burning feeling spreading through his shoulder, blood pouring out. "AGH!" He collapses into his knees. Garret fires another round through his chest. It barely missed any major organs. He cries out again, falling into the ground. Garret walks up to him, planting his foot on one of the bullet wounds. He cries out again. Rykers hand was at his side, he desperately grasped for something in a side compartment, a small badge. He hoped... He would never have to use this. "This is for all the people you killed... Inadvertently or not." He points his wrist at Rykers face, but not before Ryker could crush the badge. "Surprise bitch." He says with a smirk, blood on the corner of his mouth. He knew who was coming, but Garrett didn't. [spoiler]Trejo, do your thing[/spoiler]

Awakens Hears faint whispers ~ [i]for the greater good[/i] Tau blood of the fire caste feels ever more present as it pulsates in the throbbing head, constrained by pressurized suit.

[b][u]Current Events[/u][/b] ● Debriefing has been conducted aboard the Bloodwrath. Surrounded by awards of battles of past present and future trigger a flashback before you awoke on the ship. This is interrupted as you are paired up for a new challenge. ○Brimstone and Leo have been betrayed. Upon their return of the Necron ship by a cult within the redemption corps. Using the returning soilders as ritual feul the manage to summon KARNIS the true founder of the blood wolves and deamon prince of Khorne. He disarms and banishes brim to the quarantine zone and takes Leo prisoner. ○ soldiers of an unknown Affiliation were shot down in their VTOL on one of the ships hanger bays. The aggressors have yet to be revealed. ○ presence of TAU have been detected. ○ Kat has returned to kick some ass ○ a trainee Inquisitor has been seen roaming the ship with a Nemesis Deamonhammer. Warp spawn is encouraged to NOT engage at close quarters.

[b][i]Chapter 1.7 - Hammer and Anvil, Part 1[/i][/b] [b][i]Location: Bloodwrath, Hall Of The Chosen[/i][/b] [i] A debriefing for the Necron Massacre mission begins within the Hall Of The Chosen. This golden chamber is lined with trophies and relics of the finest achievements mankind has ever accomplished, display cases gleaming and proud. Banners line the walls with depictions of bloody campaigns that lit the entire galaxy into the flames, past, present and future. The result of these scenes will echo throughout history forever. Next, you see a depiction of an hourglass floating in deep space - an hourglass large enough to steal the stars themselves, and change the fate of the entire universe (see the origin in the 11th and final chapter of the original RoB). [b]This banner triggers a vision within your mind... A memory of an eclipse wreathed in red fire, and the feeling of crippling dread as you realize the eclipse was caused by the arrival of a starship the size of planet.[/b] Could this be a memory of your arrival? You see more banners, these with odd dates and time stamps... You then come to a realization. It now becomes blatantly obvious that some of these banners are actually from the distant future, showing many battles that the Bloodwrath had not actually won yet. Something causes your attention to change focus. [b]The speaker begins talking about the previous endeavor, but you find yourself distracted by the scene... You realize you're surrounded by legends of battle.[/b] Both Imperial and Chaos factions are represented by the most terrifyingly efficient, brutal killers amongst their ranks. They are filed in 2 rows of 25, each individual having inflicted a brutal sum of death, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth and [b]Rivers of Blood[/b] in their wake. These warriors have been chosen to undergo the [u][b]Trial of Nightmares[/b][/u], a mission that will take them to the farthest limits of their ability, and require them to choose a Brother of Battle. [b]You stand face to face with legends, and now you must choose an ally.[/b][/i] [i][b]The speaker creates a roster for kill teams of 2 or more warriors, and the legends of battle begin dividing into groups.[/b][/i] [spoiler]Post a comment of your character choosing a partner or group of partners. I'm looking to create a huge battle geared towards teamwork and cooperation. If you cannot find a partner, join a group. You will need synergy to defeat these next foes, so choose a partner who you can work well with. [/spoiler]

[i][b]AD VICTORIAM[/b][/i]

"This is kilo 2-1, we are taking small arms fire." "Two on that roof top, smoke em!" Gun fire filled the air as the VTOLs soared past the initial defenses. Two F-35 mark threes flew escort, engaging SAMs before the missile launchers got locks on the transports. Staff sergeant McGregor maned one of the two remote turrets from a tacpad, the 20mm auto cannon with HE shells tearing through the relatively light armor of the infantry below. He quickly engaged the two on the roof and moved to other targets, it was like some one stepped on an anthill and now the ants were pissed, but this time yet had rockets and assault rifles. A rocket slammed into kilo 3-1 and caused the aircraft to lose thrust and plumes to the ground trailed by a plume of smoke. "Ghost eye, this is Kilo 2-1, kilo 3-1 is down I say again, Kilo 3-1 is down." Ahead a Sam launcher got a positive lock on kilo 2-1 and launched, the VTOL's countermeasures fired and lead the rocket away but in an attempt to evade it, the pilot stayed into the path of another VTOL, the two collided and Kilo 2-1 lost engine thrust. It spun uncontrollably as the marines inside it activated the mag-grip on their exosuits, and gripped to the aircraft to keep from flying around inside and hitting anyone. "Brace for impact!" The altitude warnings chimed in the interior and the pilots struggled to regain control. The twelve men inside the aircraft were suddenly blinded by a flash of light. On the Bloodwrath, inside a large cargo compartment kilo 2-1's vtol struck the deck and slide, causing sparks and a loud crash. It came to rest against an interior wall, causing a large dent and damaging the VTOL further. The marines inside deactivated their mag-grip, some falling down as the craft was on its side. They took accountability, Perez, Miller, Gideon, Briggs, Thomas, Douglas, Sanderson, McGregor, Ramirez, Tanaka, were all good to go. The two pilots, major Smith, and captain Simmons, were both KIA. The soldiers set up a perimeter while McGregor took both's holotags, which displayed name, serial number, blood type, religious preference, as well as face, and Thomas tried to contact Ghost eye for further instructions. "Ghost eye this is Kilo 2-6, our bird is down and our pilots are KIA, request new orders or exfil." After listening to static he shook his head, not good McGregor thought. "No good cap, nothing on comms." "Damn, alright kilo 2, rally on me." Captain Briggs called his men together, while Miller and tanaka faced out, everyone else huddled up. "Cap, what the hell happened, where the hell are we?" "I don't know Perez, I don't know anymore than you do. First thing we gotta do is try and reach ghost eye for instructions. Douglas you got point, were in some sort of ship, so there's a bridge somewhere, let's see if we can find it." "Yes sir." Douglas racked his shotgun and moved to a door leading out, the rest of kilo 2 stacked up, when everyone was ready they moved into the hallway, Douglas, then Perez, followed by Tanaka, Miller, Sanderson, captain Briggs, McGregor, Gideon, Thomas, and Ramirez on rearguard. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

I understand nothing...

[b]Back in Action Training Yard ============================== Kat stood in front of her armor, the green visor and red helmet looked back at her It was a little dusty, having been sitting there for a good week now, the weapons where safely contained in the back of the suit She sighed, looking at it, and then taping the small pad in her arm band that opened the armor It hissed, then clicked, and the front opened up, as she turned around and stepped into it, as the scanning system read the band and then the biological genes of her DNA Sensing a change, the suit adjusted, morphing and changing to fit her new set of genes... Stepping out into the training yard, the back played hissed as a handle appeared Reaching back, she pulled a sword from her armor, the blade igniting and a blue-green field coating the large blade The substance licked at the metal, almost like water, and yet burned like fire, gauss energy Twirling the weapon, she walked over to a dummy, and swiped down with the sword as it cut it clean in half... [/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]The second awakening[/u][/i][/b] [u][i]In the Bloodwraith, a old escape pod to be exact[/i][/u] [b]Lupa starts to awaken in the pod, her eyes screwed shut tightly due to blood and tears, her head was throbbing as she tries to remember something, anything. But nothing came to mind, her mind was wiped clean of memories, as if she had just been born[/b] "W-Where.... Where am I?...." [b]Lupa starts to kick at the door, denting it multiple times before it pops off; She falls out of the pod, onto her face as she struggles to get up, but she had been in the pod too long, causing her muscles to be weak and her body too tired to move[/b] "I have to... Move.... I need to know where I am...." [b]Lupa slowly gets up, leaning against the pod as she wipes her eyes and grabs her weapons, a Zwei-Rifle, and a bolt pistol[/b] "I... I remember how these work.... But how?...." [b]Lupa starts to walk west, keeping her pistol out as her eyes scan every nook and cranny of the area, praying that something didn't just jump out at her....[/b] [spoiler]Open AF[/spoiler]

[b]The Acolyte of Inquisitor Ling,Geram Toic.[/b] He awoke from the long sleep he had, not even having a single memory of his arrival. "W-Where am I?" Said Geram, yawning. He noticed he still had his Lords Nemesis Daemonhammer and other supplies. "Ling?" He said not knowing he was far away from him. "He must have left...or maybe he isn't here at all." Said the Acolyte rather worried. He was a mere rookie in the face of the inquisition but his Lord decided to choose him out of all the Imperium. He got up holding the Daemonhammer and walked the halls. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]need to know anyone inside the quarantine zone for reasons I know there is atleast warp spawn and nids[/spoiler]

There was bright flash that overloaded his optical sensors, the bright blue of the portal that enveloped him caused many errors in his hardware and interfered with his software programs. His metallic had griped tightly to his laser rifle. Gravity left him for a moment and he lost connection with the battlenet. He disappeared from time and space for a moment, he had no record of what happened, the next collection of data was him as he fell from the portal onto the metallic floor of the blood wrath. His weapons were accounted for and his hardware and software errors corrected themselves, with the exception of his positioning equipment an his connection to the battlenet. His last directive was still stored in his memory banks, [i]Evacuate human refugees.[/i] He looked around and saw none, unable to comply his logic processors concluded that the best course of action would be to explore his new surroundings. The machine collected data from the hallway, decided to head towards what he determined to be the center of the ship. He passed many unused rooms and bays. There was signs of conflict, which triggered his defense protocol, he carried his laser rifle, ready to kill if necessary. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]None could forget great burn, the day that heavens shook and descended a blood culler, so fear installing...what did we do...[/i] [b]As he rose from his flaming casket, he revealed himself...A being of horrific malice and dread. The gods had descended him onto our fateful harbor. Onto hope. Why..why do they hate us so. The mass behind the smoke then began to move, his gait, that of a colossus from folklore, but yet, it almost reflected our very own. He looked up to the hell above, the skies were drenched in fire from his arrival onto hope. He muttered in the most composed voice "I'll find another way, just you see..." His voice was of thunder and raw power. He then gazed around at the figures bestowed upon his ground, he could sense fear that day. He spread his wings to form wounds in reality. He declared us primitive, as he saw a mother trying to pull her child from the rubble. "Łan'dalłandu..." [/b] This is the story of a hope, lost to the ashes, never to be discovered... [spoiler]Before Bloodwrath[/spoiler]

[b]The Gravelord,First of the Dead.[/b] [i]Black fog surrounded a small area as a figure rose from it. Something rather sinister indeed,As the skeletal figure rose. Skeletons upon skeletons made up the body as a rather thick Onyx Fur cloak covered the body,leaving only the head. The First of the Dead was summoned,for reasons only he knew. He glided across the halls,his Onyx Blade within hand. As he traveled it left a sense of despair and hopelessness. As everyone knew that they would die eventually. The Rather Tall figure stared down or up depending on the person who approached him.[/i] [spoiler]Open,This ties in with the Feryun post which will be explained later.[/spoiler]