Fandom Brothers of the Long Watch(IC)

[Elekta Kount]

We...
Are the Emperor's Chosen...
The Angels of Death...
The nightmares of our enemies...
We are the Deathwatch...

Yepra
The Imperium Hive Planet of Yepra, located in the midst of the Segmentum Ultima, is enduring a wave of uprisings that are slowly infecting the entire hive world. On the surface, it would appear to be the dealing with a Genestealer Cult in the midst of overrunning the upper hives.
But the beneath the surface...awaits greater dangers for anyone who treads...
Currently, Watch Captain Xeriresh Issiar and three kill teams have already been sent down to the planet below, originally to root out the Gene-cult infestation and to retrieve an inquesitor.
However, the Watch Captain Xeriresh and the Kill Teams have found themselves surrounded, and currently holding out against hordes of Genestealer cultists.
The situation on the ground is very dire.
Catulus Kill Team has been deployed to support Watch Captain Xeriresh, via drop pods, to the planet below in order to relieve their fellow Watch brother
YOU
Brothers
Are entrusted in undertaking this mission, and all other mission assigned by Watch Captain Xeriresh Issiar and Watch Commander Maco Furova
In the name of the Imperium
In the name of mankind
In the name of the God Emperor

Drop Pod Deployment Teams:
Drop Pod #1:
Watch Sergeant Ovadiah Mazar( Elekta Kount )
Apothecary Roald Spitfire( Elekta Kount )
Libarian Touth( Karcen )
Vicus Antony( Midrick )
Sevarius Priscus( Midrick )
Marcus Ferrum( billthesomething )
Airell Maximus( GearBlade654 )
Drop Pod #2:
Achill Linse( Elekta Kount )
Pahu Wati( Elekta Kount )
Eldhrímnir IronFang( Commissar Darman )
Digard Garxan( GearBlade654 )
Julius Gaeus ( Ollieoftheveil )
TechMarine Mastodas ( Ollieoftheveil )
Wind Rock( Elekta Kount )
Drop Pod # 3(Dreadnought):
Logold Skullmantle( billthesomething )​

 

[Elekta Kount]

Spoiler: Intro Music

ACT I: Welcoming Party

From the aboard the Inquisitorial ship above the Hive Planet of Yepra, three drop pods came hurtling at great speed down to the planet below.
The machine spirits aboard the drop pods kept each and everyone of the drop pods steady, as seperation would be a danger, even to a kill team as big as Catalus Kill Team.
Suddenly, from the planet below, projectiles flew upwards towards the heavens and at the incoming drop pods.
It appeared that whoever was down on the planet had anticapated their apporach.
The fact that the drop pods were not blown to bits, let along were able to keep from scattering, was a miracle of the machine gods. What was less of a miracle was the fact that the machine spirits had to stray away from their inital target in order to evade the flack, directing the three hurtling masses towards a different position...
As the ground approached the drop pod at great speeds, the adptuis astaties, space marines of the God Emperor, gathered their final thoughts, uttered their last prayers, braced themselves...
*BOOM*
The first drop pod had touched down, slamming against the ground, kicking up dust and creating a massive crater where it lied.
The doors of the drop pod blow open, as the dust began to settle, the view of a storm bolter mounted
But they were not alone....
The Deathwatch had arrived...
...and the battle has begun.
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Ovadiah Mazar
Storm Commando(Veteran Tactical Marine)
Storm Zealots
Combi-Grenade Launcher, Power Machete, Combat Knife,Frag Grenades,Krak Grenades
From the midset of the settling dust, out stepped an adeptus astaties in pitch black armor, with only his left hand coated with silver Inquesitoral Scripture and his right Paldroun the color of Olive: The colors of the Storm Zealots. His name was Watch Sergeant Ovadiah Mazar, charged with leading the newly formed Catalus Kill Team. The Watch Sergeant stepped forward, out of the drop pod, scanning the area as he moved forward. It did not take long for the enemy to show themselves, as a autogun bullet whizzed past his head and plinked off of the drop pod behind him, causing the Watch Sergeant to raise his weapon in that direction.
Upon focusing on the target, the Watch Sergeant would discover that...
"GENESTEALER CULT!" The Watch Sergeant bellowed.
Ovadiah belowed as he began to open up on the enemies in front of him, not shortly after the storm bolter attached to the drop pod began finding it's targets.
Damnation, it was a damn Genestealer cult. Ovadiah was no stranger to Genestealer Cults, as it was the very same kind that destroyed most of his first Storm Cammando Squad and put his Sergeant in a Dreadnought.
At least Ovadiah would enjoy seeking his vengence on these xeno filth.
The Genestealers themselves had began to form, and as more of the dust settle it became clear that the first drop pod was surrounded by hordes of them!
As Ovadiah began moving forward, firing as he go, a acolyte hybrid, armed with what looked like a pickaxe, tried to rush the Watch Sergeant. It was an unfortunate mistake, as said genestealer cultist was a mistake, as the cultist received a boot to the face. Moments after it landed onto the ground, it felt a hot metal on it's head, and before it knew it...
*BLAM*
It's head had turned into purple mush.
As Ovadiah lifted his weapon up in preparation to fire into the horde, only to see another two acolyte hybrids in the process of pouncing on him before...
*BLAM*
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+++GENESTEALER CULTISTS+++
+++God Emperor Protects+++
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Roald Spitfire
Marksmen and Apothcary
Iron Sights
Tantum & Prope pattern bolter,Diagnostor Helmet,Narthecium(Equipped on his robotic left arm),Reductor
One shot, two kills.
It would appear that Roald Spitfire, had penetrated two genestealer cultists body with his specialized bolter. But he did not linger long to admire his kill, as he quickly moved onto his next target, snapping on to the head of another genestealer cultist, this time the deformed head of a neophyte hybrid with a shotgun...
*BLAM*
...and now his head was a purple blotch of liquid. Roald would go on to repeat the same feat over the course of a few more times, never missing a shot, never uttering a word.
The apothecary was an impressive marksmen, although it should be unsurprising to most, given he is of the Iron Sights Chapter
"BROTHERS!" Roald heard his Watch Sergeant shouted, hearing it even over the chaos of the battle. "REPORT IN!"
"Apothcary..." Roald said in a monotone voice, taking aim once more, this time behind him, at a neophyte hybrid spraying an autogun widely in the vague direction of the kill team. He had an a fairly elevated position, but that didn't matter. "...Ready..."
*BLAM*
As Roald watched the hyprid's body flew violently backward, more genestealer cultists took his spot, until...
*BOOOM*
The secound drop pod had landed, kicking up as much dust as the first one and sending Genestealer cultists flying all over the place. As the dust blocked the vision, one could hear the ramp doors on the drop pod drop fly open...and the sound of a storm bolter firing, as...
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Wind Rock
Terminator
Thunder Lances
Terminator Armor, Thunder Hammer, Storm Bolter, Cyclone Missile Launcher
Launching forward out of the dust, a large black...terminator! Lurched forward into the fray, knocking and crushing anyone and anything in he's path, firing his storm bolter at anything remotely in his way.
"Wind Rock." The figure spoke calmly through the communications as the terminator began to decrease in it's momentum. "Reporting in."
Even though Wind Rock had slowed, his fighting spirit did not, as he raised the thunder hammer he currently gripped in his right hand, and swung it forward in an arc.
Bits, pieces, and purple blotches of what was left of the genestealer cultists flew backwards as Wind Rock brought his thunder hammer back to original position.
In did not take long for him to lock onto another target, as he began to open fire once more, unleashing the fury of the storm bolter on the xenos.
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Achill Linse
Champion
Sable Knights
Artificer Power Armor, Power Sword, Plasma Pistol, Combat Knife, Frag Grenades, Krak Grenades
Another space marine appeared from the settling dust, a space marine wielding nothing more then a power sword and a plasma pistol. Achill Linse of the Sable Knights was a Deathwatch Champion, and he was ready for the fray. The Deathwatch Champion had moved to the opposite side of where Wind Rock had gone, engaging a collection of acolyte and neophyte hyprids, swing his sword rapidly at his foes like a whirlwind of death, hacking them to bits as he pushed them back, although inches at a time.
"Achill!" The Champion shouted, impaling a acolyte on his power sword, before swinging his sword to the side and throwing the dead corpse off. "Present and accounted for!"
Achill was able to bring his power sword to parry another attack made by a bonesword, then decapitating the fiend with one swiped of his powersword, before his plasma pistol up to greet the rest of the fiends with bolts of plasma.
"FOR THE LION! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
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Pahu Wati
Assualt Marine
Shadow Warriors
Jump Pack, Chain Sword, Bolt Pistol, Combat Knife, Melta Bomb, Frag Grenade
Launching into the air and out of the dust flew an assulat marine in pitchblack armor, armed with a chainsword and bolter, equipped with a jump pack that allowed him to soar through the air, like an angel of death.
This space marine was shouting in a language only native of his chapter, but anyone could tell that he had fury in every word he said.
"PAHU!" The Assault Marine shouted in the air. "RAINING DEATH UPON THE ENEMIES!"
This assualt marine would then descend upon the hordes of genestealers below the vantage point to which the secound drop pod was perched.
Letting gravity take hold, the space marine bellowed another warcry, firing his bolt pistol as he closed in with the ground at targets speeding faster towards him.
The impact of the assualt marine caused several of the horde to scatter, as the Pahu began to unlesh his fury upon the horde in the form of his chainsword, digging it deep into the wounds of his enemies with each strike.
As Pahu was in the middle of severing another limb from a acolyte hybrid, he suddenly noticed a large shadow forming around him. He already knew what it was, as he immidatly launched away from the horde.
*BOOOOM*
Just in time too, as the third drop pod had arrived.
A drop pod a few times larger then the previous two.
The Dreadnought has arrived.​

 

[Midrick]

Sevarius Priscus
Blackshield Headhunter
Alpha Legion
Silenced Vb Godwyn bolter, Silenced bolt pistol, Combat knife, Auxiliary grenade launcher, Smoke Grenades

A marine rushed out of the first drop pod, wearing black armor with no heraldry, he was a blackshield, a loud thump could be heard as he fired his under barrel grenade launcher, a large blanket of smoke enveloping a group of acolytes. He ended his run with a slide unlike the filth he was facing, his sensors could see through the shroud he had created. He started firing his bolter, a mean hiss sounded every time a bolt left the black cylinder at the end of the barrel. Although he couldn't see it he heard the impact of the bolts slamming into the abomination. "Hydra dominatus." He whispered as he stood to admire his handiwork. "Today is a good day to purge genestealers brothers. Priscus, at you're service." He said over the vox channel.
As he finished the sentence an acolyte stumbled out of the smoke, with a look of disdain, Priscus drew his combat knife.
He was a blur of motion for the cultist, but it was dead before it knew it, after stabbing it multiple times, leaving it's foul body nothing more than a giant gash. He slit it's throat with enough force to decapitate the cultists. "For the emporer!" He shouted before he threw the head down next to the ruined body.

He made his way back to the squad, Bolter hissing like a cat all the way, until he was back with the watch sergeant. "How should we proceed sergeant?" not a second later did a cultist jump at them, with extreme reflex, Priscus caught the cultist by the throat and choke slammed him to the ground. He ended with an earth shattering stomp the exploded the beings head in a shower of purple liquid.
Elekta Kount
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[GearBlade654]

Airell Maximus
Terminator
Iron Hands
Storm Bolter and Power Fist
A terminator silently marched outside the first drop pod, following Priscus' arrival. A cultist made the very unwise decision to rush at him with his bonesword.
The terminator simply struck the blade aside with extreme contempt, and grabbed him with his Power Fist before throwing the cultist at another
cultist firing his autogun at the terminator. Both cultists crashed into each other. They fell and didn't get up.
"Airell Maximus. Terminator. Purging the ultimate weakness as we speak, Watch Sergeant."
Airell drew his Storm Bolter and began to strike down cultists, left and right.

Digard Garxan
Devastator Marine
Salamanders
Combi-Bolter/Melta, Missile Launcher with three Krak Missiles and two Incendiary Missiles
Out of the second drop pod, a Devastator Marine walked out.
And he was immediately rushed by genestealer cultist wearing heavier armor than the rest. The Devastator gave him a look of calm, almost boredom, and obliterated the cultist with a shot from his Melta, before taking down the cultist behind him with a well aimed bolter shot.
"Digard Garxan. By the Emperor, these cultists are nothing but target practice, Watch Sergeant."
Digard calmly walked forward, firing his bolter at any genestealer cultist he saw and easily striking his targets down.​

 

[Ollieoftheveil]

Battle brother Mastodas
Tech Marine
Carcharodon
Servoarms, chainsword and a lightningclaw chainfist

With a roar, Another Astartes jumped out the second drop pod "I WILL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS, IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR" he screamed with a hissing sound as he ran towards a genestealer cultist and tore his head off and slammed him against another one. He ripped the arm of another cultist and used it to hit another cultist before grabbing his throat and ripping his head off. The blood splattered everywhere around him in a fountain of gore.

 

[Ollieoftheveil]

Julius Gaeus
Sternguard veteran (former sergeant)
Ultramarine
mastercrafted stormbolter, hellfire rounds, lightning claw, jump pack.

Out of the second drop pod walked another astartes, wearing a plumed red helmet with the imperial laurel.

He raised his stormbolter and started shooting genestealer cultists with his hellfire rounds.
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM
The genestealters he shot fell down as the acid from the HELLFIRE-Bolts corroded them from the inside out.
"I MARCH FOR MACRAGGE" HE shouted as he continued shooting the genestealters, who were closing in around him

 

[Karcen]

Touth
Librarian blackshield
Mark 3 Artificer power aromor
Plasma pistol
Force glaive

Touth rode in silence used to the quite of his brothers, for he counted no one in the pod with him as his brother for they shared little he did not even share their desire to kill xenos. Touth was here not for forgiveness or redemption for there was none for one like him but perhaps for others there was and xenos themselves might just hold that key. Still despite his distance and that one day Touth knew he would leave he would not hold back for his hatred for the threats to humanity burned as brightly as any other Astartes if not more so due to his long years of life. Still the day that Touth might leave was a long ways off and it was not best to dwell on such thoughts for he should enjoy having the living around him once more, they might not be his brothers but they were his kin.

Touth felt the drop pod hit the ground and soon the doors opened and in an instant they were surrounded by hybrids, that was not a good sign. This is the kind of world where not even Touth would try to save people for if they cults were acting so openly then most of the population was infected and likely a hive fleet was on its way. They should scan the outer rim of the system for the tyranids took their time arriving in systems taking months or years. Still that was not his concern if they were going to fight a futile war for he was always engaged in an endless war against his own former brother. Looking out Touth was unsure what they could do, they could root out the leader of this group kill every last hybrid and hunt down as many of the xenos as they could but if even one of any of these survived then it would be a repeat of this event.

Still there was work to do and Touth looked out amount the cultists they bore little armor and simple weapons, or at least most did a few might actually be PDF forces but even then the difference was nothing for their weapons. Touth reached not the warp pulling power from it tearing it and forming it with his mind into a usable form, long ago he ad stopped using warpcraft in all but the most dire situations for it was inherently corruptive. Instead he now used pure psyker power and as he did his fingers started to send out electric arcs, Touth raised his hand and from him palm shot a bolt of lightning hitting one of the cultist square in the chest before start to hop to several more before losing enough charge to no longer be useful.

" The corruption here runs deep findign the leader will only do so much" Touth said but that little might be enough " Librarian Touth reporting in "

 

[GearBlade654]

Airell Maximus
Terminator
Iron Hands
Storm Bolter and Power Fist
The Iron Hands Terminator let out a low chuckle under his breath. Librarian Touth and Brother Priscus.
"Indeed, Brother Priscus. A good day to rip off a part of the Tyranid menace and leave them to cower as we mercilessly extinguish them, one by one."
The Terminator followed the Blackshield, calmly slaughtering any cultist that was unfortunate to enter his gaze.
"Hmph. Ultimate weakness indeed. Cowardice to drop service to the Emperor for a menace. At least now we bring judgement to these filthy cultists."
A cultist, apparently attempting to strike the Terminator from behind, was sent flying from a Power Fist.
Midrick
"Greetings, Brother Touth."
The Terminator turned around to provide covering fire for the librarian, blasting anything the Warp-lightning did not kill. Airell silently wished he brought his Assault Cannon.
"Hmph."
Karcen​

 

[GearBlade654]

Digard Garxan
Devastator Marine
Salamanders
Combi-Bolter/Melta, Missile Launcher with three Krak Missiles and two Incendiary Missiles
"Brother Gaeus, watch out in particular. I am firing an Incendiary missile near you to dispatch many of these scum."
"Everybody, Incendiary Missile, taking out a big chunk of these cultists."
The Devastator calmly took aim at a particularly large group of cultists with his Missile Launcher, loading an Incendiary Missile.
"Fire!"
The Incendiary Missile flew straight at the cultists, before exploding into flames and taking out any cultists who were in the flames.
Elekta Kount
Ollieoftheveil​

 

[Ollieoftheveil]

Julius Gaeus
Sternguard veteran
Ultramarine
mastercrafted stormbolter, hellfire rounds, lightning claw, jump pack
Brother Gaeus jumped up in the air to avoid the missiles and he slammed down against a surviving cultist from the blast.
"Thanks for the heads up brother Digard. But I'm pretty sure the codex say something about shooting missiles towards friendlies. we're going to have a big talk later!" he said angrily as he slashed cultist apart.
He kept slashing and shooting his bolts in the midst of a cultist horde.
"Die xeno scum" he shouted as he jumped up again and fired his bolter towards them. "we are the sword and servant of the emperor and his will be done. Emperor protects us from this menace, better to die for the emperor than to live for yourself. We are the soldiers of light, we are the space marines. Emperor protects us" he prayed while killing more and more menacing infections of this planet.

 

[billthesomething]

Honored Ancient Logold Skullmantle
Dreadnought
Flesh Tearers
SearchLights, Chainfists, Blood Talon
!!BOOM!!​

Like a great meteor, The Dreadnought Drop-Pod hurled through the sky and towards the planet below. With an earth-shattering boom, the drop-pod landed amongst the foul-Xeno hoard, Silence was the only thing permitted in its glorious presences, even the Xenos understood the glory of the being within the Great-Pod. But then the silence was slowly broken with the groaning from the honored drop-pod, and the great hum of the occupant's Chainfist.

Then with a mighty roar, the beast within the pod was Unleashed upon the misfortuned hoard

"RESIST & BITE, ALL YOU LIKE XENO FILTH, BUT IT'S ALL FOR NOUGHT, FOR YOUR GODS, HAVE ABANDONED YOU!!" Exploding forth like a bolter-round, The Honored Ancient, was amongst the Genestealers, burning the corrupted hoard with holy-flame and cutting through their numbers like a hot knife through butter.

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Marcus Ferrum
Assault Marine
Black Dragon
Jump-Pack, Eviscerator, Grav-Pistol, Rosarius
Marcus leaped through the air like the Majestic Eagle of The Emperor, flight powered by Jump-Pack. The seconds it took Mortals to shake off the awe at the majestic sight, The Black Dragon had already planned the best method of slaying the worthless Xenos beneath him, executing his plan, The God-Emperor's Dragon descended upon his pray, Ceremite Boots crushed with enough pressure to crush a second generation acolyte into nothing but a puddle of blood & viscus

"Fire & Bone!"​

 

[Elekta Kount]

Drop Pod Crash Site
++++Secure Area++++
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+++God Emperor Protect+++
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Ovadiah Mazar
Storm Commando(Veteran Tactical Marine)
Storm Zealots
Combi-Grenade Launcher, Power Machete, Combat Knife,Frag Grenades,Krak Grenades
Ovadiah's fire only paused for a brief moment to watch the incendiary rocket fly past and into the horde of xenos traitors.
In some respects, it was satisfying to watch the genstealers burn.
"SECURE THE LANDING SITE!" Ovadiah commanded over the vox channel, as he took aim once more at the xenos that were currently surrounding the. "PURGE THE XENOS!"
With that he brought his combi-bolter into hip-firing position, bracing himself as he fired off the grenade launcher attachment, sending frag grenades hurling into the massed genestealer cultists, exploding, sending chunks of purple flesh flying in ever direction.
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[GearBlade654]

Airell Maximus
Terminator
Iron Hands
Storm Bolter and Power Fist
The Terminator let out another calm chuckle.
"With pleasure, Watch Sergeant. Not a single survivor among these scum."
The Terminator silently and firmly marched forward, reloading his storm bolter before annihilating another cultist charging at him, all while silently admiring the Dreadnought that was Logold. It was considered the highest of honors to be interred into a Dreadnought for the Iron Hands, and Airell was no different-he sought out that fate should one day he fall.
"For the Emperor. For Ferrus Manus."
"And it is a honor to be in your presence, Brother Skullmantle."
Airell proceeded to send a cultist flying to the right with his Power Fist, slamming into a couple more cultists. All of them also fell, and didn't get up.
Elekta Kount
billthesomething

Digard Garxan
Devastator Marine
Salamanders
Combi-Bolter/Melta, Missile Launcher with three Krak Missiles and one Incendiary Missile
Digard nearly sighed. Typical Gaeus. Devoted to the Codex until the very end and Emperor help anybody he caught that didn't follow the Codex down to the very letter.
"Very well."
The Devastator switched back to his Combi Bolter/Melta. It would more than suffice for these cultists.
"For the Emperor! You traitors have slain your last innocent citizen-now be judged by the Space Marines!"
Digard marched forwards, blasting any cultist that the Devastator spotted. These cultists weren't worth wasting his second Incendiary Missile on at the moment. Within time he was near Gaeus, providing covering fire with his bolter and eradicating heavily armored cultists with a Melta shot.
"All Battle Brothers, may I ask your status?"
(If you don't mind Ollieoftheveil )​

 

[Commissar Darman]

Eldhrimnir IronFang
LongFang
Valka Fenryka
Infernus Heavy Bolter, Frost Axe, Bolter pistol, x4 Krak Grenades​

As the rest of the Kill Team charged the Xenos surrounding their Pods. Eldhrimnir sat back for a moment. He wanted to make a quick assessment of the enemy before engaging. Which, Ultimately wasn't good. If a Genestealer Cult was acting in broad daylight on this world with little regard for being exposed. then this planet is already doomed. But they were sent anyway. which means they may be here for something else. Doffing his helmet. Eldhrimnir drew in the smells of the Hive. It smelled of sewage, decay, stagnation, and corruption. Releasing a breathe, A deep low growl rumbled from the pod as he finally emerged. Swinging his Infernus in a wide arc. Eldhrimnir let out a series of short busrts that tore through pockets of Stealer Cultists that were trying to close the distance. One group actually managed to get a dozen paces away from him before they were barbecued by the attached heavy Flamer.

 

[Midrick]

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Vicus Antony
Devastor
Black Knights
heavy flamer, flame Grenades

A gout of flames erupted from the entrance of the drop pod, scorching xenos stupid enough to approach the delivery system. More genestealers ran and writhed in agony as the promethium charred and burned their flesh. A black armored marine stepped out with a shoulder pauldron bearing red trim and a red sword on an ebon background."Burn foul xenos, you will be purified in the name of the emporer!" He walked out next to the Sable Knight champion, burning everything around him and Achill "It is good to see another son of the lion." He said as he activated an incindeiary grenade and threw it into a crowd spraying wildly with a combination of weapons. There was a sound of an explosion and a brilliant shower of flames let up and out for a brief moment before shrinking into a more progressive burn. A shotgun wielding neophyte approached Vicus, the flamer needed to cool down for a couple seconds before he could use it reliably. He dodged the attack from it's bonesword, he stomped on the neophytes foot witch most likely crushed it. The xeno let out a scream of pain as he brought his flamer down on it's head, crushing it's skull and sending purple liquid dribbling down it's neck.
Elekta Kount

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[Elekta Kount]

Achill Linse
Champion
Sable Knights
Artificer Power Armor, Power Sword, Plasma Pistol, Combat Knife, Frag Grenades, Krak Grenades
Achill was just decapitating another acolyte when he heard the Black Knight space marine approach him bathing all those in front of him in promethium.
Achill turned his head to look at his battle brother, perhaps it was out of surprise, though his helmet masked his expression. This was the first time in his entire life did he encounter another Scion of the Lion that did not refer to him as the "forgotten". Perhaps this was because this particular Scion of the Lion did not know of the...differences in belief. It sounded...rather nice, to be acknowledged, as a Son of the Lion. But that may not last...not until...
"I'm surprised brother." Achill said, as he raised his plasma pistol at the next cultist. "No Son or Scion of the Lion has ever called us a "Son of the Lion"."
Midrick​

 

[GearBlade654]

Airell Maximus
Terminator
Iron Hands
Storm Bolter and Power Fist

Airell was quickly pulverizing a cultist with his power fist, and shattering the cultist's Bonesword had by a powerful stomp.
As the Terminator began slaying cultists with Storm Bolter and Power Fist, a thought struck him.
"Brother Spitfire?"
"Is it just these pathetic rabble, or is there something out of the ordinary?"
The latter sentence was said as Airell was heard throwing a cultist into another cultist, and taking them both down with his Storm Bolter.
Elekta Kount​

 

[billthesomething]

Honored Ancient Logold Skullmantle
Dreadnought
Flesh Tearers
SearchLights, Chainfists, Blood Talon​

"To Fight Alongside, the sons of Manus. Once More, is something I will certainly enjoy!" The dreadnought replied with a loud bellow as he stomped on towards the crashed drop-pod, needing to protect it contents from the Xeno-Tide, not even stopping to fight the oncoming tide of hybrids, he wouldn't let himself be slowed down by mere acolytes, so he burned all Xenos who crossed his sight.

Elekta Kount GearBlade654
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Marcus Ferrum
Assault Marine
Black Dragon
Jump-Pack, Eviscerator, Grav-Pistol, Rosarius​

"Accursed Filth!" Marcus Ferrum screamed as he sliced apart cultist, they have seemingly overrun this once possibly beautiful planet, but now desecrated this holy land with their presences, and only through glorious fire will this land be cleaned of taint

 

[Elekta Kount]

Roald Spitfire
Marksmen and Apothcary
Iron Sights
Tantum & Prope pattern bolter,Diagnostor Helmet,Narthecium(Equipped on his robotic left arm),Reductor
*BAM*
Another acolotye would bite the dust, as it's head exploded into a purplish goop.
"Brother...are you suggesting that any of this is suppose to be "Normal"
Roald replied rather calmly, as a genestealer armed with a drill closed with the markmen, only to receive a might astates boot crushing it's face into the pavement.
GearBlade654​

 

[GearBlade654]

Airell Maximus
Terminator
Iron Hands
Storm Bolter and Power Fist
"I do not mean to say any of these are normal. They are hideous, having turned their backs on the Imperium."
Airell then went on a stomping spree, smashing the cultists' weapons with his boot. A cultist thought it would be a good idea to open fire on the Terminator, which Airell responded to by obliterating the cultist with his Storm Bolter. Airell then returned to firing his Storm Bolter at the horde.
"I mean to ask if it is only these filthy cultists. Do they have some sort of champion or leader?"
Airell turned, firing his Storm Bolter at another cultist aiming at the Terminator and taking down the cultist almost immediately. What few bullets struck the Terminator pathetically fell on the ground.
Elekta Kount ​

 

[Elekta Kount]

Ovadiah Mazar
Storm Commando(Veteran Tactical Marine)
Storm Zealots
Combi-Grenade Launcher, Power Machete, Combat Knife,Frag Grenades,Krak Grenades
"No doubt they will brother!" The Watch Sergeant said through the vox in his helmet as he dove forward in a role, crushing a genstealer underneath him as he did, before landing in a kneeling position. "Genestealer scum...they always have a leader at their head. Cut of the head, and the swarm will falter."
The Watch Sergeant proceeded to take open up again on the remaing hords of genestealer currently being thined out.
For the Watch Sergeant this was veangence, for what the genestealer cult did to his squad and squad sergeant on New Bhaltavia, and it was showing as the Watch Sergeant rammed his fists into another acolyte.
"But don't expect them to show themselves that quickly, brother! For they know they're own weakness..."\
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Touth
Librarian blackshield
Mark 3 Artificer power aromor
Plasma pistol
Force glaive

"Their leader is called a patriarch or a broodlord it is the first of its kind upon a world spreading its infection" touth said calmly as he brought forth more powers from the warp frying swaths of cultists with the power of the warp though the loses ment little to a planet controlled by the hybrids.

"Judging by the numbers they control this world thier leader will be well defended and the hive fleets coming soon" he continued arcs or lightning jumping from the hand to various cultists his capacity for psyker manifestions far exceeding most other librarians.

 

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Digard Garxan
Devastator Marine
Salamanders
Combi-Bolter/Melta, Missile Launcher with three Krak Missiles and one Incendiary Missile
"So a giant Tyranid is leading multiple Tyranids."
The Salamander's snarky reply came through the Vox channel.
"Like it'll do them much good."
Digard kept firing his bolter into the horde of cultists, calmly aiming his shots and taking them down one by one. As Digard kept firing, he noted something. Was the crowd looking smaller than it was first?
"Brother Wati and Mastodas."
"Is it just me, or is the crowd thinning out?"
Elekta Kount
Karcen
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