Chapter 1: Meeting Again for the First Time (IC)

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Aisha places the girl inside the living quarters. If I can find a blanket I'll cover her with it. Once that is done Aisha will rejoin her brothers and indicate she is ready to go.

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With a start the woman coughs and and shakes. It seems as though she is about to go into a fit and then she lays still. When she opens her eyes she is staring at the giant helmeted form of an Astartes warrior. To her, she is staring at an Angel; a vengeful Angel sent from the Emperor.

Pax walks to the curious armored doors that stand smack dab in the middle of Alpha-Ichi. The gardens to either side of it when one enters through the grand arched blast doors was once very serene. Fruits and vegetables grew in rows that were as practical as they were pleasing to the eyes. Two fountains occupied the center of two gathering areas located to each side of the center three story structure. Each gathering area had a clear view of the great statue of the Imperial Hero. The androgynous figure was clad in carapace armor and carried a lasgun in its right hand and the Imperial Guardsman's Uplifting Primer in his left hand clasped close to its heart. It looked up to the heavens: the dominion of man. Its gaze was ever longing to conquer the stars and wipe clean the galaxy of all the foul enemies that stood in its way.

Kill Team Doomsayer had seen thousands of similar statues on thousands of planets and more often than not the circumstances were eerily similar to what the squad found themselves in now: death and destruction. War and wrath. But that was how it should be; the Astartes were bred for it alone.

Pax inspects the console housed next to the doors. He begins going over the runes with his finger, quickly realizing that it was locked with a failsafe to block out any trespassers. The machine spirit needed to be calmed. It was angry. Slowly chanting the proper incantations, Pax links his Armor's interface to the machine spirit of the blast door, willing it open as much as easing it. Apparently, all it needed was love. Before he knows it, the red readout on the console turns green.

+++Access Granted. The Emperor Protects.+++

The blast doors swing open with a hydraulic hiss. Inside, the lighting systems flicker and then turn on. The immediate space is large enough for all the squad to stand inside. Immediately in front of you is a familiar vehicle. Pax recognizes it as a Tauros Venerator - an all-terain 6-wheeled fast attack vehicle often used by the Imperial Guard on frontier worlds or mining planets such as these. With some time and effort, it could be modified to hold three fully armed and armored Astartes. But before that could be done, it would have to be repaired.

It is apparent that the defenders did not even attempt to make an escape in the vehicle as it would have been futile. Three of its six wheels are off and it is obvious that before the siege someone had been attempting to repair it. What is more curious is that there was apparently a second vehicle next to it if the oil stains on the ground are any indicator. Where it is now is anyone's guess.

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"We would probably do better on foot than spending the time to repair this broken vehicle. They already have the jump on us, brothers. We should find Back Breaker sooner, rather than later." Sarlock intones the words whilst looking at the Tauros in front of him.

"Not a large enough vehicle for us anyways," Sarlock mentions as he walks away from the garage and scans the perimeter for any threats from the outside that may have appeared while Pax opened the garage door.

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Suprised at her return to consciousness Aisha stays still next to the woman.
"It is with the Emperor's luck we found you today." Aisha speaks softy to the woman enocouraging her to lay still and rest.

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The woman is about to respond, taking into account the luck of the Emperor and then remembers her love. She remembers how the Orks butchered him in front of her and made her watch. She remembers how they treated her and tears stream from her eyes although she makes no sound.

"Some.. some are more lucky than others." She clutches at Aisha. "Thank you, Warrior-Angel. Thank you. You are here for him aren't you? He is like you. He was large. You could tell he was a fighter. It was in his eyes. In his body. In the way he moved, it was. But he was kind. He helped us. He did what he could. He tried." She nods as she speaks of him, reverence in her tear-stained eyes.

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Aisha is quiet and places her hand gently on the woman's shoulder, careful to not snap the fragile bones.
She waits a few moments before speaking. "We are here to retrieve our brother. The one who wears the armor blessed by the Emperor."
Aisha seems to feel the woman's loss before continuing. "Would you like to pray with me? We may pray for the our safe travels, for our brother's safe return, and peace for those who eternally rest with our Emperor."

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The young woman, who has yet to reveal her name, looks puzzled.

"No. No, he wasn't wearing what you wear." She lifts her arm with great effort and gently touches Aisha's battle-hardened Mark 8 plate. Her relatively tiny fingers trace over the ceramite grooves with wonder and curiosity. It is apparent that this young woman has only heard of the Emperor's mighty Angels of Death in stories and sermons. Hearing of something and seeing it in the flesh are two completely different beasts entirely. She is mesmerized and then her thoughts come back to the point at hand.

"Larger than a human, he was. Much larger. But he did not wear the Space Marine Armor. He was kind. He smiled and helped fortify... what he could. Fought to the end. Fought to the end, he did. They roped him.. they roped them all and took them that was left." She begins softly sobbing as the memories of the battle, so recently fought and lost flood back into her memory.

"Pray for me please, Emperor's Angel." Her sobs turn into heaves as she breaks down completely. Helpless and seemingly alone in her former home, the weight of the situation and the pain of separation tear a hole into her heart.

With her forehead pressed against the Daughter of Death's loving gauntlet, tearings streaming like miniature rivers, she begs one last request.

"Please, Angel. Kill me."

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Gunter, having been carelessly wandering near the complex hears the plea with his enhanced senses. Removing his helmet he makes quick strides to the door. Framed in the archway, he responds. "We are all the Emperor's Servants, and as long as you have breath you can serve. You have been spared for a reason. It may seem hopeless, now, but it won't for long." Gunter realizes that he's speaking more to himself than to the woman. "We all are given challenges beyond what we think we can bear. It is in shouldering the impossible that we learn our strength." Gunter finishes stronger. "That is why the galaxy belongs to the race of man, and that is why we will visit the Emperor's vengeance on the scum who have hurt you. You must live if for no other reason than to bear witness to the price the alien menace will pay for refusing to accept our dominion. After you see the deeds we will wrought in the Emperor's Holy Name, you will bear witness and all his enemies will tremble with fear. We are the Deathwatch."

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Aisha turns to Gunter. "Well hear brother."
Aisha takes the woman's hands in hers and recites a brief prayer.
Through all trials may the Emperor watch us,
though all suffering may the Emperor shed his light on us to ease our path.
As we fall may we return to him and have him find use in what we have become.

When she is done she unclasps her hands from the woman and stands.

"You will recover. You will find your glory again."

Deaf to her last plea Aisha returns to Gunter. She was ready to be off again.

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The woman nods thanks to the two giant black-clad Astartes. To speak with such beings was a blessing. To have them pray over one and give one their blessing was even rarer yet and the woman seems to just sit and soak in all that has transpired.

"Deyva," she says covering her naked body with a sheet from the bed Aisha laid her on. "My name is Deyva. Thank you, my Angels."

She turns and lay on her side, slipping back into a sleep filled with less nightmares and more purpose. Aisha and Gunter exit her room, locking in behind them. Aisha noted that the girl - Deyva - had ample supplies to survive in their for multiple days, perhaps even weeks. The Templar and the Daughter of Death walk back out into the gardens of Alpha-Ichi and see their comrades milling around the now-opened garage as Sarlock takes up point near the broken entryway into the settlement.

It is still mid day, roughly an hour or so having passed since you arrived on Serenity.

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With the young woman safe, Yngvar turns to Sarlock "Agreed." To the everybody he says, "Let us deal with the comms blackout and any aid this vehicle can provide later. Back Breakermust be very proud to face the enemy absent any armor. His value to the orks, though, is still a puzzle. To the forest."

Yngvar turns pass through the entrance to the settlement on his way to the forest.

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Gunter anticipates the command, and is heading out even as Yngvar gives the order. 'Next time', he thinks to himself, 'I'm requisitioning a jetpack so I can avoid slowing down my companions.'

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Aisha follows Yngver into the forest. She seems off in her world, as much as one in full armor can seem distant.

She catches a glimpse of Gunter curious to see if his helmet is still off. She is almost jealous of her brothers easy exposure. Among her sisters it is one of the greatest taboo to reveal ones mask.

She turns her eyes ahead. Their brother was waiting on their speed to save him. As they enter the woods Aisha observes the forest structure and ecology. If they were going to battle the orks in there, she wanted to know what to expect.

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Pax runs his hand along the curves of the vehicle as he exits the bay. The gesture seems... comforting, somehow. Without speaking, he follows the rest of the kill-team.

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Sarlock takes up position at his favored place near the back of the group. He scans the surroundings with his mechanical eyes, taking in everything, protecting the group from any signs of attack or ambush. He keeps his bolter at the ready, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

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With Yngvar on point, the Marines file into the woods positioning themselves in such a way as to not present a target of opportunity for anything that may decide to open up on them.

The forest abundant with green. The tall evergreens rise up on thick brown and red trunks high overhead. The rain still falls but has slowed significantly once you entered due to the multitudinous branch growth. Wildlife is everywhere in the form of insects, birds and mammals of all sizes. You catch glimpses of odd creatures as well as those familiar. And while they all eventually detect you and make their way to relative safety, your enhanced senses allow you to see and hear them before they are able to do so.

The underbrush is thick, but no so thick as to slow down your progress by any noticeable degree. Moss covers every stone and fallen branch. There is a thick, soft grass that blankets the ground and sticks strewn about make it near impossible to travel without making noise. Wearing Power Armor isn't helping things: with each step one of the Kill Team takes a branch is sure to crack and snap while leaves and bushes must be inevitably pushed aside. The clunky armor makes screeching noises as branches scratch past them. While they don't emit enough sound to be heard outside of the group's immediate area, each screech and crack is enough to make one hold their breath in anticipation of a burst of rounds that never comes. As a result, progress is a disciplined effort.

Luckily, the Orks left a trail any one with sense could follow. Swathes of moss are ripped from stones, patches of grass are upturned and chunked, scratches and pieces of bark have been torn from tree trunks and branches are broken in multiple places. Most telling are the piles of Ork dung left without regard along the trail. The Orks passage is obvious indeed.

After about an hour of meticulously following the trail, you come to a fork in the road, so to speak. The trail left by the Orks splits in two. One path of nature's destruction leading left and one leading right. A rustling of leaves up the trail forces the Yngvar to drop to a knee and raise his right fist - a silent signal for the squad to halt.

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"To the right," says Pax lowly into his vox. He specifically doesn't move his head to look.

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Gunter, oblivious to the encroaching enemy, take's Pax's words as his suggestion for the direction of travel. He looks in that direction, then back to Yvngar for his decision.

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Aisha continues behind the group. At Gunter's turn of the head she also whispers. "Big and uglies on the right."

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"There are at least 4. I hear the panting of another beast traveling with them. Atop it, I do not know. We can get the drop on them if we are still."

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Gunter freezes - not stiffly, but with fluid grace. Ready and poised for anything.

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Sarlock remains calm and collected at the back of the group, remaining still, but itching to open up on this small party, once they get in range.

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Through the vox, Yngvar gives further orders. "Hide along this stretch of of the trail before the fork. If they begin traveling back the way we came, I will get their attention and the rest of you brothers will attack them swiftly and savagely while they make pursuit. If they instead turn and proceed up the left-most path we will attack them from behind just the same." "Now," he says, in a growling whisper, "take cover."

Yngvar takes his position along the right side of the path, before the fork and the closest to the oncoming patrol.

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Gunter maneuvers his hulking Astartes frame into the cover along the side of the trail.

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Pax moves quickly to the side of the path and odes his best to find some degree of concealment.

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Aisha ducks into the forest as quietly as her armor will allow her.

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Sarlock slides into the surrounding terrain, quietly making his way alongside the rest of his brothers. The branches scrapped against his armor as he moved from the path, but he was confident in his ability to remain hidden until the right moment.

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From up ahead the leaves and branches rustle and snapping can be heard even without the help of the Kill Team's enhanced genetics and automated systems. Four Ork Boyz emerge from the right side of the woodline headed toward you and stop where the path left previously forks. They stand in the middle as if not knowing which direction to proceed. They carry their weapons non-chalantly, with little discipline as if the thought of encountering an enemy was completely removed from their thought process.

...Or perhaps they were overly-confident in the monstrosity crawling ahead of them. One of the Orks held a long thick black chain in his left hand that wound down and encircled the monstrosity's body. It walks on eight legs, two of which end in sharp ghastly talons and its body is encapsulated in a bony exoskeleton of hard chitin. Its thick gunmetal gray carapace, far from looking 'normal,' seems to be fused together as if the result of some high temperature bonding. A slathering mouth filled with sharp teeth twitches and snaps beneath a row of four bolbous eyes. As it waits with its masters, a small mammall scurries by only to be imediately snatched up into the waiting jaws of the large arachnid and torn to pieces. One of the Orks sees this and giggles, mumbling something crude no doubt to his comrades who laugh as well.

The leader scans the surrounding woods, looking long down the path that veers off to the squad's left and then back down the trail from whence you just came. If he sees you he shows incredible discipline in not looking or sounding any alarm. For now, it looks as though he is content in being confused, not having yet picked a direction in which to go.

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A shot rings out from the tree line just as the chain holding the large arachnid creature erupts into fragments midway down its length. The Orks stand dumbfounded, scanning the tree line in stupification as though questioning whether what they all clearly heard happened or not. All of them except the Ork holding the chain. A look of sheer horror passes over his face as the one object keeping his pet in line now lies mostly destroyed in pieces on the forest floor. He takes an unsure step back as his former pet begins to shake its head, as though some form of cognition comes to its small brain.

The Rad-Spider doesn't waste a moment. It begins to realize that the Ork standing in front of it resembles food an awful lot. With a screech it leaps forward, bringing both of its razor edged front legs down onto the back of the Ork - named Seahawk - 's head. The Ork has no time to react. The first talon thumps into the back of his skull, tearing flesh and cracking bone, while the second talon hits close to the same spot, penetrating through the thick skull of the Ork and into its fleshy brain matter.

It lets out a pitiful surprised scream for help, but the words have trouble escaping his lips as the Rad Spiders fanged mandibles close around poor "Seahawk's" throat. Bright red blood pours out around the spiders mouth as it thrashes back and forth. The Ork dies attempting to scream as the Rad Spider rips its head from its body, showering itself and those around it in gore.

With a whimper, the Rad Spider's former handler turns-tail and runs back the way the patrol came at a dead sprint. A trail of loosened bowels can be seen leaking behind it as it disregards its comrades in arms completely and runs as though Gork and Mork themselves were angry with it.

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The Ork Boyz watch as their patrol leader is brutally murdered before their eyes. They stand immobile, for a few seconds as the attack begins, dumbfounded as the creature that was firmly in their control turns against them in a fury of slashing talons and piercing jaws. A torrent of blood pulls them from their statuesque reverie. As their leader's twitching body falls to the ground, red-green blood pours from the gaping wound that used to be its neck. One of the remaining Orks face and eyes are covered in lifeblood and it yells in shock. The second escapes the worst of the blood-volcano and moves to engage the Rad Spider.

For its efforts, the Rad Spider is rewarded with dinner and begins tearing massive chunks out of the large Ork's head and swallowing them whole. Behind it, the clean-faced Ork rushes forward and chops down at the Rad Spider. Its chopps clangs off the Rad Spider with no visible effect. In fact, the Rad Spider does not even stop eating its prize. The other Ork, the one with the bloody face fares no better, its choppa clanging in similar fashion of the molecularly hardened carapace of the Rad Spider. However, it is apparent the Rad Spider is done having its dinner interrupted. In one quick movement, it has turned to face the bloody-faced Ork who is now rethinking all of its life's decisions up to this point.

With a snapping of its mandibles, the Spider leaps forward. Throwing its front legs at the Ork in a similar attack pattern. The first attack pierces through the Ork's right thigh and then through its calf, violently pinning it to the ground. As it screams in pain, a follow up attack stabs a razor sharp leg into the Ork's open mouth, exploding out the back of its head. The Rad Spider pulls free both legs at the same time and turns its attention the the final Ork.

Gritting his teeth the remaining Ork screams something at the spider in Ork Gibberish and swings its massive choppa. Its footing must not have been sturdy because the weapon flies wide and thumps against the soft earth. The spider retaliates by shooting a thick string of webbing towards the Ork. But the Ork rolls to one side and appears to laugh at the Spider as it launches a retalitory attack, finding similar frustrating results. The spider attacks. Its arms spill some of the Ork's blood. It screams out in frustration and slams down its choppa, missing yet again.

"FUCKYA!!" it screams in frustration, reverberating through the trees. The Spider lifts its abdomen and sprays another thick line of webbing at the clean-faced Ork, but he sees it coming and rolls the opposite direction. Before the Spider has time to recover he is running forward with his Choppa, swinging hard at the Spider. The chopps cuts deep, causing the spider to squeal as blue blood sprays over the trees.

"STAY, FUKKIN, DOWN!!!!"

The Spider stops in its tracks and stares intently at the remaining Ork. Slowly, but surely, it turns around and lays on the ground. The Ork looks dumbfounded, but regains his composure rather quickly. "Now somethin broke ya chain! FIND WHAT DONE IT!" The spider hops back up on its legs and begins scanning the tree line. It is apparently no longer interested in fighting the Ork or eating his comrades.

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Round 1

For whatever reason, the Rad Spider has stopped attacking the surving Ork with the clean face. It scans the tree line, searching with its multiple eyes, picking up on various scents in the air. Whether it was a glimmer of sunlight off of your silver shoulder pauldron, or the smell of cordite from Gunter's Bolter, the Rad Spider senses you in the heavy brush.

Sarlock focuses on the Spider, ready to send it back to the Hell it came from. He lines up a beautiful sight-picture on the creature and squeezes the Heavy Bolter's firing stud. Chick. The metal resonance of a misfire. Sarlock moves to engage the weapon's action, only to find that the firing mechanism is jammed firmly forward.

***
Sarlock 14; Heavy Bolter - Jammed [111/125]; 14m SW of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Yngvar 14; 8m SW of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Aisha 14; 8m S of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Ork 3 13; 2m behind Rad Spider; in open path.
Ork 4 13; 40m NW of Kill Team; running away.
Gunter 10; Bolter [28/28; 140 total] 2m S of Aisha; in heavy cover.
Rad Spider 8; 8m away from Yngvar; in open path.
Pax 5; 10m SW of Rad Spider, between Yngvar and Sarlock.

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Round 1 cont.

Yngvar hears the click of his Battle-Brother's Heavy Bolter and almost laughs inside his helmet. If it can go wrong, it will he thinks to himself as he powers up his Jump Pack. The forest was thick where he took cover; one wrong move and he would find himself spinning out of control, slamming into a tree or worse. Even still, he had confidence in his abilities and shot up through the sky leaving a light trail of smoke in the afterburn as the machine's plasma core burned hot. He negotiated his way through the worst of the trees and broken branches, finding his opening and shooting straight for the Rad Spider. He landed with a roll roughly a meter from the creature - much the same as he did in his last battle against the Orks - trusting in his time proven melee skills to place him within striking distance as he came to his feet. The Rad Spider raised its front four legs in a display of aggression, but it did nothing to dissuade the battle-hungry Space Wolf. He targeted the closest leg to him and swung his mastercrafted Chainsword in a screaming downward arch. The diamond-tipped teeth catch the beast low on the leg about where the joint meets the abdomen. A haze of blue mist and silky innards explode outward as the leg is severed completely. It falls to the ground and curls in on itself as the hydraulic lifeblood that kept it working pours out onto the forest floor. The Rad Spider screeches in abject pain and recoils away, hurt but not quite dead.

From her place in the tree-line, Aisha lines up a beautiful shot against her enemies. She vox's to Yngvar on a secure line, "One of them is getting away!" Confident that the Space Wolf will handle the straggler, she begins a prayer: Purge this place of your enemies, Lord she incants as she squeezes the trigger. She is met with mechanical failure. Frustratingly she begins the proper incantations to the weapon's machine spirits; obviously she has offended them, but how exactly she did that she knows not.

The Ork who stayed to fight looks at Yngvar with a face full of hatred. "Gork-a-Mork-a damned metal 'ummies! I KNEW YOU WAZ DERE!" He pulls his Slugga from his waist-line, apparently not one for holsters, and levels it at Yngvar. "DIE, 'UMMIE FILF!" The weapon barks almost as loudly as a Bolter. An impossible calibre for a single-handed weapon, only an Ork could be capable of weilding such a cannon. But apparently holding the weapon single-handedly is the only impressive aspect of it; the shot goes so wide that Yngvar doesn't even need to move. He just stares back at the Ork, a feral smile playing across his fanged mouth.

Gunter keeps his cool in the tree line - as he has in battles past. He edges slowly around Aisha to get a shot at the remaining Ork. His sight-picture is beautiful. He squeezes the trigger four times. The Ork never had a chance to react, because it never suspected the Templar's existence in the first place. The first two rounds find their mark in the creature's leg, instantly jellying the muscle and turning the bone into sharp fragments. The third round lands solidly in its stomach, detonating a millisecond after entering the flesh. Ork organs spray across the landscape, drenching the Rad Spider in an ironic replay of what had occurred earlier. With an angry sigh the Ork falls backward, dead before it hits the ground.

The last Ork keeps running, now out of sight of the battle that it fled, still ignorant as to what exactly caused the Patrol's pet to break loose of its chain.

The Rad Spider, confused and in tremendous pain lashes out at Yngvar. One of its remaining legs stabs toward the Astartes with tremendous speed, but Yngvar is ready for it and excellently parries it with his master crafted Chainsword. A follow up attack moves too fast for him to counter and smashes against the armor on his right arm. Luckily, the spider is too wounded to put its full strength behind the blow and Yngvar escapes unscathed.

Pax moves over to Sarlock and attempts to correct the malfunction occurring in his weapon. "What did you do?" he says accusingly through the squad vox.

***
Sarlock 14; Heavy Bolter - Jammed [111/125]; 14m SW of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Yngvar 14; 8m SW of Rad Spider; in melee with Rad Spider.
Aisha 14; Bolter - Jammed [27/28]; 8m S of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Ork 3 13; 2m behind Rad Spider; in open path; has taken 35 damage and is dead.
Ork 4 13; 40m NW of Kill Team; running away.
Gunter 10; Bolter [24/28; 136 total] 2m S of Aisha; in heavy cover.
Rad Spider 8; 8m away from Yngvar; in melee with Yngvar; has taken 26 damage.
Pax 5; 10m SW of Rad Spider, between Yngvar and Sarlock.

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Round 2

With the help of the Ultramarine-tech, Sarlock unjams his Heavy Bolter. Even though he cannot see Pax's eyes, he can feel them glaring at him. With a shrug he ejects the jammed round from the chamber and reattaches the ammo-belt. A reassuring slam of lubricated metal on metal lets him know that the weapon is ready to rock.

Yngvar sizes up the biggest threat to the Kill Team and relays his orders to the squad, "Kill Team Doomsayer, finish this abomination and rendezvous with me. I am going after the Ork coward." With that he ignites his Jump pack and blows past the injured Rad Spider. He moves a full 44 meters before his feet touch the ground, but he knows he will not catch up to the Ork without another hot-burn from the Jump Pack. With a look up the path he catches a glimpse of the Ork, but oddly enough it doesn't look as though it is sprinting away anymore. In fact, it looks as though it is standing still, unsure of what to do with itself.

Aisha wastes no time pulling apart the action of her weapon. She is dismayed when she realizes that the Bolt round's primer was set off, but apparently the charge was defective, lodging the Bolter round in the barrel while it is still connected to the casing; in other words, she cannot eject the round and must continue to try and fix the problem.

Yngvar swears he sees smoke come off of the Ork he is pursuing, and then watches as it disappears into the woods in a more focussed manner than before. He hears a loud bang; in fact, he is positive it was made from the same weapon that the Ork that Gunter dispatched attempted to use against him.

***
Sarlock 14; Heavy Bolter [111/125]; 14m SW of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Yngvar 14; 44m NE of Rad Spider; 36m SW of fleeing Ork.
Aisha 14; Bolter - Jammed [27/28]; 8m S of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Ork 3 13; 2m behind Rad Spider; in open path; has taken 35 damage and is dead.
Ork 4 13; 40m NW of Kill Team; standing oddly still.
Gunter 10; Bolter [24/28; 136 total] 2m S of Aisha; in heavy cover.
Rad Spider 8; 8m away from Yngvar; in melee with Yngvar; has taken 26 damage.
Pax 5; 10m SW of Rad Spider, near Sarlock.

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Round 2 cont.

Gunter says nothing, mentally affirming his squad leader's commands. He moves his Bolter only slightly to the left, targetting the disgusting arachnid which stood bleeding only a meter or so in front of the last enemy he put in the dirt. 1..2..3..4; each Bolt round hit the creature with a sickening thud, obliterating its armored carapace and detonating inside of its body in an outward explosion of blue entrails and alien organs. Legs pop off where mass-reactive .75 calibre rounds smack them. Without dignity, it hits the ground. Its remaining legs curl in on itself and it dies in a pool of its own blue life fluid.

Beyond his field of vision, Yngvar sees a scuffle taking place. He hears the sound of movement - fast movement and then a thud as if the Ork he was pursuing collided with something. Theres was a wet sound. Twice. A gasp. And then, silence.

[i][=10]***
Sarlock 14; Heavy Bolter [111/125]; 14m SW of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Yngvar 14; 44m NE of Rad Spider; 36m SW of fleeing Ork.
Aisha 14; Bolter - Jammed [27/28]; 8m S of Rad Spider; in heavy cover.
Ork 3 13; 2m behind Rad Spider; in open path; has taken 35 damage and is dead.
Ork 4 13; 40m NW of Kill Team; out of sight.
Gunter 10; Bolter [20/28; 132 total] 2m S of Aisha; in heavy cover.
Rad Spider 8; 8m away from Yngvar; in melee with Yngvar; DEAD.
Pax 5; 10m SW of Rad Spider, near Sarlock.

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Yngvar halts his pursuit of the fleeing ork. After some disruptive noises make their way too his enhanced neural network, he hears meat breaking. "That sounded, messy," he mutters, drawing his chainsword and bolt pistol, in case whatever made the mess intends on making more. After scanning the area for threats, he notices some interference in the vox comms. Quickly, he switches to a private, decrypted channel and scans/hails/pings/etc. the immediate area for any transmissions.

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A voice crackles through the static of your microbead. Yngvar recognizes it as the same broken filth spoken by the Orks. "COME GIBBS ME A KISS METAL MAN!!" Suddenly an object emerges, flying from the brush ahead. Sailing through the air it hits the ground with a wet thud, rolling to a stop just at Yngvar's feet. It is the severed head of the fleeing Ork.
From the dense foliage a figure emerges holding a combat knife in his hand, dripping with what is obviously Ork blood. At first glance the man appears to be some sort of ex-military scum, a mercenary perhaps? His muscled arms covered from shoulder to wrist in various tattoos. Almost as numerous as his ink work are his weapons. An unfamiliar variant of las carbine is slung over his shoulder. Grenades, blades and at least two pistols adorn various holsters. His torso protected by a matte black carapace chest plate. A man in his prime, his build reminds you of your kinsmen from a lifetime ago back on Fenris. Both Powerful and agile, he walks slowly around Yngvar like a predatory cat, sizing up its prey. His emerald eyes scanning Yngvar's massive frame with a smirk. Slightly disturbing is the fact that this man looks at you without the awe, fear or disturbance that most humans gaze upon you with. Instead he walks around Yngvar with little caution and an air of confidence. His smirk never fading, he stops abruptly, and turns his attention to his blade. With a quick downward slash, he flings the remnants of Ork blood from his blade onto the forest floor. Despite Yngvar's presence, the man's attention appears now to be on his surroundings. His eyes slowly turn back to Yngvar. That damn smirk still on his mouth, he begins to speak in a voice that is now his own.
"The little fecker asked me to take a wee bit off the top...I tried to tell 'em I was no barber." He shakes his head looking down at the severed mess and then shrugs. "'Tis a better look on 'em if ye ask me"

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Yngvar stares at the human in front of him. Muscular and a good build, no doubt a fighter and tough too if the dead Ork is any indication, but no Astartes. Even the mightiest of humans faltered against the Emperor's finest. Even still, he should not be underestimated.

"Speak your business, and quickly. I have no time for games. Are you friend or foe?" Yngvar communicates to the newcomer on the private vox channel he previously opened.

Yngvar follows the human as he circles the Marine, both his master crafted and his standard issue chainsword at the low-ready. One wrong move was all it would take to end this.

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Gunter moves toward Yvgnar's last known location slowly while remaining concealed in the heavy brush. No matter what circumstances the Astartes find themselves in, concealing a portion of their force will provide a tactical advantage far greater than the possible delay moving through the brush will cause.

Mac_tonite
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With a dismissive wave he secures the blade in a sheath on his leg."Two beating 'earts but not a funny bone in yer body. We're both 'ere guttin' greenskins boy'o. Way I see it, that little fact alone makes us just a wee bit friendlier than enemies don't ye 'tink?"

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"Tau kill Orks, as do Eldar, and Heretics." He says the last one with particular emphasis.

"I will ask you one last time, speak your business. Who are you and why are you out here?"

Mac_tonite
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His smirk fades and his eyes narrow slightly at the mention of heresey. He now stands rigid, his fists clenched. "And I've danced with all o' the above in the name o' the Imperium. Pull that stick out o' yer arse and shove yer accusations o' heresey in its place boy'o." He spits off to the side, composing himself as the smirk returns to his face. "Ye and me are both looking for the same 'ting I be 'tinking. Seems we've both lost our puppy, aye?"

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Yngvar's stance slackens and he lowers his arms straighten, lowering his chainswords ever so slightly. "It seems so. It also seems like you can think, I suppose. I have no doubt that he will be found. Probably by us. If by you, well, perhaps you should hope that we find him first. If the captured Space Wolf is known too you, speak his name explain your pursuit. Perhaps you can also explain what happen within the walls of Alpha-Ichi."

Yngvar, standing so that his shoulders are square with the human slowly turns his helmeted head towards the forest ahead and then finally behind, waiting for the rest of the kill team.

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Sarlock makes his way out into the path and continues down it towards Yngvar's position. He scans the treeline to each side, keeping his heavy bolter, finally unjammed and hopefully willing to help him, at the ready. He makes his way around the curve and sees the Space Wolf stopped in the middle of the path, a human man standing in front of him. His grip tightens on the massive weapon, curling his fingers around the stock, ever ready for something to go wrong.

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As the rest of the Kill-team arrives, Rustin's eyes shift to each member. He returns his gaze back to Yngvar momentarily. " Good, I was 'opin ye'd brought more with ye pup." He removes his index from the activation switch of the microbead headset located in his ear. His eyes scanning each visible member as he begins to speak loudly for the gathered Astartes to hear. "Yer 'ere for Logan...Back-breaker to the lot o' ye feckers who never 'ad the privilege o' foightin' by his side. As for Ichi...wha' do ye 'tink 'appened boy'o? " He spats on the Severed Ork head at their feet and then strains his neck to stare back up at Yngvar. His face now lacking any emotion.

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Gunter takes position in the bush, his sight locked on the warrior. When he calls Yvgnar 'pup', his finger tightens on the trigger. Such insolence should not be tolerated toward the squad leader! But Gunter's discipline holds firm and he does not annihilate the coward that abandoned Alpha-Ichi while he still had ammunition, who ran off rather than being captured with Back-Breaker. Gunter holds from firing, but cannot hold back the utter contempt he feels for this cock-sure piece of trash.

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With an abrupt clap of his hands, Rustin squats to the floor, kneeling on his haunches. Pulling the serrated blade from its sheath once again, he begins drawing in that dirt at Yngvar's feet. After crudely engraving several images in the dirt, you realize he's drawing a map. "Now lads, gather 'round. It's storytime...."

Confident enough in his current company to let his guard down, Rustin focuses on drawing his map in the dirt while he reveals the events of Alpha Ichi. "Logan and me'self landed on Serenity about a coople 'o weeks back. There was a confirmed presence o' feral Orks already callin' this rock their 'ome. Wha' caught our attention was newer reports o' Ork Rok drops. We arrived at Ichi and ran recon o' the area, but found nothin. They said back at Ichi that when the Roks 'it the ground, all the ferals just kind o' vanished. Tha' shite' didn't sit well with Logan and I, so we set up automated defenses, reinforced the walls and even taught the locals 'ow to defend against the greenskins in case all 'ell decided to break loose." He pauses for a moment and shakes his head. "Then all 'ell broke loose. Coordinated attack came out o' nowhere. Feckers 'it us 'ard. We 'eld out as long as we could but these were no ferals. The Orks from the Rok's were obviously runnin' the show, sided with the ferals. When they finally breached, it got messy. The plan was this...Logan holds 'em off long enough for me to get whoever the feck I can out o' there." He smirks and shakes his head again. "Feckin' Logan hogging all the fun. From there Logan convinces the greeners to take him and the locals alive in shackles. O'ive been tracking them ever sense, which 'as been about...rooghly' foive hours now."

He stands slowly and looks each of the Astartes over with a smirk . "Then ye feckers show up makin' a 'shite load of noise, which despite me love for a 'shite load of noise, 'as really put a kink in me plans. Question now lads...ye ready to 'elp me come up with plan B?"

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Sarlock approaches the kneeling human and looks down at him. Despite his hate for the flesh, this man definitely had his attention. Any human that could handle it alone against scum like orks must have some usefulness. Maybe if he had a few metal augmentations...no matter, Sarlock thinks to himself.

"Sounds like quite a...fun time," the mechanical Astartes says with his high pitched screech of a voice.

He turns to Yngvar, ready for the Wolf's decision, but knowing that the intel and knowledge of this human is invaluable.

Xerb. The Wolfman.
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Yngvar, looks down on the human, not just because of the difference in stature, but because they are inferior in every way. As Rustin begins to carve images into the dirt Yngvar thinks he looks almost child-like, full of fury. Then he remembers this man is responsible for saving most settlements population. He decides to give the newcomer the floor, if only to bestow some much needed context on the Astartes.

"The orks are, among other things, still ignorant of our presence. Given that they know you are here and since you clearly have more exposure to the situation, I'm will to entertain some suggestions you might have. Please tell us what you can about how he is being held."

Xerb. The Wolfman.
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Yngvar, looks down on the human, not just because of the difference in stature, but because they are inferior in every way. As Rustin begins to carve images into the dirt Yngvar thinks he looks almost child-like, full of fury. Then he remembers this man is responsible for saving most settlements population. He decides to give the newcomer the floor, if only to bestow some much needed context on the Astartes.

"The orks are, among other things, still ignorant of our presence. Given that they know you are here and since you clearly have more exposure to the situation, I'm will to entertain some suggestions you might have. Please tell us what you can about how he is being held."

Mac_tonite
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As the human squats confidently before his "masterpiece" in the dirt, you can't help but wonder how a mere man has the nerve to speak to the emperor's finest as if he were your equal. It also comes to your attention that this man has willingly shared vital insight into the situation without any suspicion as to who you are. It's as if he expected you to help him. Rustin looks over to Sarlock with a grin. "Aye, fun indeed boy'o." He looks back to Yngvar and points a thumb over to Sarlock. "I 'loike this guy." He tilts his head looking up at Yngvar. "Ye on the other hand, could use a drink."

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