We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)

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The Turians moved from body to body, taking waystones wherever they found one. Judging by the pockmarks in the walls and the angles in which the dead had fallen they had been fighting a running battle, and this allowed the Turians to navigate through the confusing interior of the ship with greater ease, towards the Eldar fallback position.

OOC: @KirkeSounds ok. Lets try not to overdo it with the heavy weapons... ah, what am I saying? Rosh is supplying more than enough mechs to shoot. Go for it.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Inaeun rounded a corner and saw light in the distance. "Loving Isha." He breathed. "We'll get you the Tress yet Rhonan." Rhonan then mumbled something from behind his mask. Inaeun then kept moving. He wasn't sure if any of the others had made it but his one chance was this light.

 

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"Wait! I hear movement ahead!" Javik whispered urgently, and the Prefect raised a clenched fist, the Turian marines immediately holding position behind him. Moving to a corner -or at least, the sharpest bend in the corridor that he could find- he gestured again, and they stacked up behind him. Stroking the trigger of his Arc pistol, which had a double trigger mechanism similar to that of James's sniper rifle, he suddenly advance forward to face the oncoming party, weapon raised and his troops did the same behind him, forming a wedge shape bristling with rifle barrels. As soon as the Prefect recognised the figures as humanoid in shape, with one clearly supporting an injured man, he lowered his pistol.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Inaeun slowed when he saw raised weapons. He stopped all together and looked at Rhonan. "Looks like this is it friend. Come. I'd rather face my death with dignity than be torn apart by that Tyranid." He started forward again looking at the figures and awaiting the final volley.

 

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Seeing the Prefect lower his pistol, the Turians did the same, Javik a little slower than the rest. The Prefect stepped forward to address the Eldar in the lead, the one supporting his wounded comrade.
"How many more survivors?" He asked bluntly, keeping a wary eye on the corridor from thich the Eldar had come.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Inaeun blinked in suprise before whispering something in Eldar to Rhonan. "None to my knowl-" He was cut off when a the sinew of a Lash Whip wrapped around his throat, the barbs at the end digging into his neck. He mumbled something before being yanked into the gloom. Rhonan fell to the floor without the support of the Pathfinder.

 

[Kirke]

A frigate suddenly appeared, quite near the elder ship.
"What happened? What system is this?"
A man in power armour, though lighter than Dio's but of a similar design, paced on the bridge.
"I am not certain sir, but scanners show a ship dead ahead. Unknown origin."
The pilot started a system check, using the HUD of his helmet to interface with the ship.
"Any other vessels in the system?"
"There's a large ship, far away sir."
He received the information from the hull sensors and swore.
"We are in atmosphere sir, though not of any planet I know of."
OoC: @Random The heavies will stay onboard, to defend the ship. That leaves a light assault and a light recon team, together with a medium assault team to attack.

 

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"Shit!" The Prefect barked as the Eldar was hauled into the darkness and fired two shots past the survivors, the report of the arc pistol a series of booming thuds. He glanced back at his men.
"Decius! Tactus! Get these people back to the shuttle! The rest of you, with me!" He and Javik as well as two of the marines pushed past the survivors after Inaeun while the two named Turians grabbed Rhonan and gestured for the others to follow.

OOC:Were there others, or was it literally just those two?

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: Just those two were running.

The corridor lead to the small hab-room where the Rangers had sleapt. From within a crunching sound is heard before Inaeun's body his thrown out of the gloom in two pieces towards the Turians.

 

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The Prefect drew up short as the gruesome remains crashed against the opposite wall.
"Oh crap, fall back! There's nothing we can do for him now!" The Prefect exclaimed, backstepping with his pistol held in front of him. As he and his team began to retreat, he held down the first trigger of his arc pistol. The lights on top flicked on one by one, and in the magazine, a large chunk of metal was sliced from the feeder block and loaded into the mass accelerator. Suddenly he heard the Helmsman's voice in his comm set.
"Prefect, another signature just showed up on screen. Well armed, but nothing we can't handle. We'll keep it marked."
"Keep our way open! We'll need to make a hasty exit!"

OOC: @Kirke The Turians have a small fleet, not just one ship.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Tyranid Primes were bio-engineered leader beasts. They not only maintained the lesser beasts connection to the Hive Mind but had several thousand generations of battlefield knowledge making them suprisingly apt commanders. The Prime had pulled its Hormaguants back to cut off the retreat and the small creatures clicked and clacked as they emerged from the gloom to charge at the retreating team. The Prime itself then barreled into view, taking up most of the corridor with its bulk. Its upper right arm fused into the organic hilt of a Bonesword while the upper left arm resembled the right one until it fused into a Lash whip that coiled and waved in the air behind it. Its remaining two arms were clawed arms that rested idily on front of it while it thundered forward on hoofed feet while its tail flailed behind it. It screeched as it drew up to the Prefect.

 

[Kirke]

"Sir, the closest ship isn't responding to signals, it may be delerict."
"Hail the other ship!"
"Aye sir!"
A transmission was sent to the dreadnaught.
"This is the frigate Cutting Blade of the Diamond Sword hailing. What tribe do you hail to?"
OoC: @Random The frigate doesn't have very good scanners, they probably missed the other ships. Also, I wouldn't call two slow firing cannons made for taking down fighters for well armed.

 

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The Prefect's eyes widened behind his helmet at the sight of the huge alien, but he raised his pistol and fired at its head, the arc pistol launching an extra large tungsten slug with punishing velocity straight at the creature's face. Javik raised his rifle and the corridor was lit up by green light as it unleashed a searing jet of superheated particles towards the creature. The marines opened fire on the chittering animals with Elanus Risk Control-manufactured Vindicator assault rifles, metal slugs no larger than grrains of sand tearing through their chitinous bodies at supersonic speeds and leaving gaping wounds.

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"This is the Turian Dreadnought Vespasian of Avenger fleet Vespasian. We serve the Galactic Council, but represent the Turian Heirarchy."

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: I describe the Tyranid noise as a screech because thats what they do in Dawn of War 2, it sounds like a huge squeacky door swinging open but obviously distorted and animalistic.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The Prime was knocked back a step by the hits and held off for awhile but soon resumed its pursuit. Made of thicker chitic and denser muscle than normal Warriors the Prime had survived but chunkes of chitin were missing from its head crest as it lumbered back into view.

The Hormaguants are cut down, their bodies spurting ichor and sending scythed limbs and vestigial talons flying but they pressed on, hampered by the corridors that suppressed their numbers. Well over 100 hundred of the beasts had made it aboard but around 25 still remained.

 

[Kirke]

"The galactic counsil? I have heard of them. Do you know what system this is?"

 

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As the first ranks of smaller aliens were torn apart by gunfire, the Prefect turned and added his pistol fire to that of the marines, fanning the trigger and sending smaller bullets downrange with greater speed and brilliant marksmanship. Javik turned to face the Prime as it bore down on them again. Baring his peglike teeth, he clenched his left fist, a shimmering green aura surrounding his body, then thrust his open palm at the monster. It was suddenly snared in a field of contracting space, which yanked it off the ground and slammed it hard into the ceiling, then back down on the floor, and finally hurled it further down the passage. Javik's face returned to its usual dour set and he turned to help burn out the gaunts, his beam rifle lighting up the darkness again.

Meanwhile, the two marines supporting Rhonan made it back to the laoding bay and headed for the shuttle door, which the pilot opened to accept them.

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"The Sol system. That planet is Earth, home of the human race. Who are you? What system did you come from?"

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: This a House of the Dead boss I've just noticed, shoot them to make them back off XD.

The Prime did not follow directly again, diverting to a side passage as it felt the numbers of its Gaunts dwindle. Having learned the interior of the ship and due to its speed it arrived at the shuttle bay before anyone else and looked down at the two marines.

 

[Kirke]

"Sol?"
He asked, alarmed before regaining his composure.
"We hail from the planet Bella Omega, in the Wilderzone. It would appear we are vastly of course."

 

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The marines carrying Rhonan slowed as they heard the heavy footsteps behind them and turned to see the Prime.
"By the spirits..." One of them gasped. "Decius, get him on board! I'll hold it off!" The marine named Tactus released Rhonan and whirled around, raising his Vindicator rifle and opening fire on the monster, wishing that the weapon had a fully automatic setting. Decius took Rhonan's full weight and began hauling him the rest of the way to the shuttle, firing back at the Prime with his M3 Predator pistol as he did so.

With the Prime gone, the Turians focused their efforts on keeping back the Gaunts. Gunfire filled the corridor, and Javik triggered another mass effect field amongst the beasts.

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"Never heard of it. I must warn you that you have drifted into an active combat zone, and are interfering with a rescue operation."