The Emperor's Work - OPEN AND ACCEPTING

[lord-kensington]

Blaise Simpson

Kinkaid slowly felt his mind creeping back to consciousnesses with the sound of alarms blaring and an automated voice began to repeat a call to arms. Alarms he out of pure reflex he began to grope around first around his chest and then at his waist hands reaching for weapons that obviously were no longer there. it was then that he finally became fully aware of just where he was and who he was with.

it was enough to make Kinkaid blink. two men both unarmed, were both staring at the Very well equipped and from the unerring hold they had on there Hellguns, well trained storm troopers. One of which trained his weapon on him. " Join the others." the soldier said through his rebreather mask.

since he did not feel like getting killed just yet, Kinkaid nodded and made his way to the other men. one who he could now see was older than he and the other was younger. he could tell that both of them were trained in combat. they had that look about them. " So... any idea what the situation is gentlemen? I seem to be a bit... behind." he asked his tone deceptively light but his eyes kept on flickering over to the guards, assessing, calculating and waiting.

'Who in Throne's name are you?' Kreiger said with a raised eyebrow. 'I take it you got summons as well?' He kicked out a chair from under the table, 'Sit, you look like s**t!'
((I know it's a short post but I'm stuck at work))  

[Sven Bergfalk]

As the older man asked his questions, Kinkaid focused on the man looking him over with a critical eye before speaking " Specialist Kinkaid Paladin, B3X11152, Elysian 13th Drop Troop. and yes I did get a summons..." slowly getting to his feet Kinkaid walked over to the chair and slumped down in it with a sigh. looking over to his second companion, he unconsciously straightened upon seeing sergeants chevrons on the mans uniform. " and who would you be?" he asked the group of gathered individuals. " Veterans from the looks of it...now in the service of His most Holy Inquisition?"  

[NoUsedAnymore]

The Kelsac stared at the new comer, obviously an imperial soldier. However, his uniform was a little troubling. It was not a standard uniform, which mean he was apart of a special group. Kavon was not sure what, but was certain to be not good. One thing that was noticeable, was that the man was aged, but not as much as the enforcer, but more aged than Kavon. So he would be a veteran, which may cause a controversy between him and the younger sergeant.

The site of the guards not letting up showed they were serious. He slowly got to his feet and moved towards the dispenser, watching how at least one kept his weapon trained on Kavon. It was never easy to remain calm with e barrel of a combat shotgun aimed at his head.  

[lord-kensington]

Blaise Simpson

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'The name's Kreiger, Arbite Enforcer from Premora Hive and you're a long way from home. You have any idea why we're here? I hope someone lets us know soon, or I'm gonna go find out for myself!' that last part said whilst looking over at the guards.

'Try it old man, see how quickly you end up on your arse.' One of the guards replied with a smirk.

Kreiger took a step towards the guards, 'You want to try your luck sunshine, or are you gonna stand there behind all your guns and armour? Eh?'
He had had enough of being confined, he wanted answers.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

lord-kensington

" It would appear so Arbiter Kreiger. it would appear so. and to be perfectly honest the last thing I remember is being shoved in to a stasis tube. as such I have no clue. " shifting his weight slightly in his chair Kinkaid glanced at the table before him while noting that violence seemed imminent, Kinkaid reached out and began to gather eating utensils and a plate. standing he made his way over towards one of the food dispensers and moved to place an order. keeping his knife and fork firmly gripped in his left hand with the plate. shooting a look over to the Sergeant made a discrete movement of his free hand to catch his attention before glancing quickly over to the Storm troopers and back, the unspoken question dancing behind his eyes.

Engage?  

[lord-kensington]

'All hands, all hands! Entering the Immaterium in T minus 3....2....1....'

A gut wrenching feeling passes over you as the ship slips into the Warp, you can hear the chittering of nightmarish things just at the edge of your hearing, the creatures of the Warp desperately trying to enter the bubble of real space and consume the souls of those within.

You forget about the quarrel with the guards when there is a loud bang.

'Attention! Attention! Partial Gellar field collapse in Theta Sector! All personnel in sector Theta evacuate! Repeat, all personnel in sector Theta evacuate! The Emperor Protects!'

The guards immediately spring into action, they open the gene sealed doors and usher you out into the corridor beyond. The smell of the warp begins to permeate the area and the chittering noise begins to get louder. You start to see things moving at the peripherals of your vision. Unnatural horrifying things.

The adepts who dragged Kinkaid into the mess hall stagger towards the group, they have clawed their own eyes out. As they approach you hear them muttering something in an unknown language, the sounds they make seem impossible to your ears.
The Stormtroopers waste no time and gun them down.
'This area is compromised! We have to move fast. There's an armory with your equipment two levels up. You're going to need weapons if we're to escape alive' The squad leader says to you all. He shows the location to you on a map and gives Kavon a key.
'Go, we'll keep you covered, the key will let you access the armoury.' He says as you notice a tentacled arm begin to materialize out of the bulkhead further down the corridor.

Then the screaming starts...  

[Sven Bergfalk]

As the alarms changed so did the expression on Kinkaids face shifting from a brief moment of surprise to uneasiness before back to stoic professionalism. " well Frak..." he cursed. The distinctive whip-crack of hellguns and the roar of a shotgun brought his attention up to the storm troopers who gunned down two rather... unhealthy... looking adepts who's mutterings hung in the air like a sour smell. the noise seemed to crawl in his ears, filling Kinkaid with disgust. shaking his head clear of the noise, Kinkaid moved to form up with the Arbiter and as of yet unnamed sergeant and looked over to the storm troopers who were forming a tight firing line to cover there escape, it reminded Kincaid all too much of his last great battle. speaking quickly to the head trooper, he said. "The emperor protects those who protect themselves, Don't do anything stupid, trooper." as the men opened fire on the... things appearing on there ship he said " Lets get a move on. I want a proper weapon in my hand if I'm going to be doing any dieing today."  

[NoUsedAnymore]

The sound of he klaxons and the weapon discharges only meant that there was a fault in the shields, and the daemons and other warp beasts were appearing. The sight of watching the possessed adepts proved that they were endangered. The sergeant quickly took the keys and nodded to the soldiers. Even though he was most likely the youngest member, he seemed to be the most ranked.

With the storm troopers guarding the hallway, Kavon waved to the other two as he began to sprint down the hallway. "Follow me. I know where to o." It didn't come to mind until they were out of sight of the guards that they must have known of his mapping ability, and that he knew where to go.

Kavon was sprinting hard as he heard he other two. He could see bodies littering the ground, mostly adepts and crew members, but a few guards, some not just the well drilled storm troopers, but other Navy soldiers. Most been skewered or dissolved into goo. Some had no wounds, as if they just suddenly just collapsed and never to up.

Kavon was rounding a corner when a mutant swung its large bladed arm at him. He instinctively ducked under it and gave the monster a sharp elbow to the stomach, but dragging something up its chest, ripping it opened. The sergeant quickly kicked the dying monster before bending down and breathing heavily.

He had a minor cut from the top of his head where he dodged the arm. He held one of the knives from the mess hall as he glanced to the two. "125 meters left. We need to hurry." He said as he shifted his grip on the knife and began to run again, hoping the other two were keeping up. He was sure the knife would help with something's, but he feared there was worts dangers that a knife would not be able to kill.  

[lord-kensington]

Kreiger watched in horror as the warp spawn materialised from the bulkhead.
'By the Throne we're screwed! He turned to see his fellow companions running down the hall and he took off after them 'You better know the way Kavon or I'm gonna kill you before the Warp does I swear it!'

He followed Kavon as the man rounded the corner and went face to face with a mutated member of the crew.
Things were really getting bad. He could hear the Stormtroopers behind them, the sounds of their guns cutting through the air, they were holding the Warp spawn off for now. They needed to get to the armoury fast.

He stepped towards Kavon, who was bent over breathing heavily, and gently eased him upright.
'Come on now son, this is no time to dawdle. Get us to the armoury we need our things. Just lead and we'll follow!'  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Kinkaid continued down the hall with the rest of there small cadre. eyes watchful whenever they came to an intersection blind corner or open hatch. his vigilance was rewarded when a crazed looking crewman with bulging slabs of muscle built from long hours of labor swung a bloody pipe-wrench at Kinkaids head from an open work-shaft. ducking beneath the viscous blow Kinkaid kicked out at the mans knee destroying the joint with a wet crack. and as the man slumped over Kinkaid took up the end of the weapon used against him and with a hard twist, removed it from his foes hand. shifting his grip, Kinkaid swung the heavy weapon much like one would swing a Gravball bat and with a sickening crunch the crewman's head snapped around to face the opposite direction, his own vertebrae severing all connection from his brain to his body.

Not waiting for any more trouble to come his or his comrades way, Kinkaid lept over the corpse and continued down the hallway when they arrived at there destination Kinkaid took up a strong stance and prepared to face off any attacker as the others got the door open " get this hatch open, were losing men by the second here!" he shouted  

[NoUsedAnymore]

The group was moving quickly, and lucky only had one more attacker, which he specialist took care of. He was skilled, which was very good. They were being cautious with this blind corners and doorways due too all the new attackers. When they came to the bloody armory gates, the specialist was irritating Sergeant Sadol. He turned to face him before he grabbed near his collar. "Just shut your fething mouth. Just right behind these doors, but we have to be careful." He said before he heard the sudden silence behind them, not even gun fir, which worried Kavon. He could only guess what happened, their rear guard were dead.

With time running out, Kavon quickly inserted the key and activated the door. He heard it hiss and groaned as it slowly opened. Kavon hugged the edge as he peered inside before moving in slowly, looking at the bodies litter the floor. He then moved to his locker and opened it up. He quickly armed himself with his two knives, the las pistol,and his las carbine, with several charge packs. He did not bother with his armor, just the webbing. He did pull on his cloak. He looked to the others. "We will have to head to the cargo pad." He said as he slowly put a piece of paper I to his pocket, something he found that wasn't there before, instructions.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

arching an eyebrow Kinkaid considered what he has said before nodding slightly. turning through the door Kinkaid took one moment to check the bodies that littered the floor before looking up and down the rows of lockers for his name or an identifying mark of some kind. after several tense moments he found a locker with his name stenciled on the front. Unlocking the container, Kinkaid began to pull out his combat gear leaving behind most of the field survival equipment. armor was quickly affixed in its usual places covering his joints, chest and other vital areas. combat webbing was strung across the armor. in to it he placed extra charge-packs, shotgun shells, large caliber pistol rounds, an infantryman triage kit, a multitool and other items that could be of use. with his personal equipment squared away kinkaid moved on to weapons. pulling up some of his combat webbing on his right shoulder Kinkaid pulled a roll of binding tape and lashed his knife and its sheath in to place over his shoulder. his service revolver slipped in to its holster on his hip as well.


with his backups taken care of kinkaid turned to his remaining two weapons. Kinkaid pieced together his combat shotgun with practiced ease before slipping eight shells in rapid succession in to the receiver. Setting that aside Kinkaid looked upon his beaten but well maintained bullpup lasgun. after a moment of silence for the fallen comrades that weapon reminded him of Kinkaid picked it up and slapped a charge cell in to place. As the weapon whined to life, Kinkaid slung the harness of his lasgun around his neck Kinkaid positioned both weapons so he could easily switch between the two.

after ten minutes Kinkaid turned to his new comrades ready for war.  

[lord-kensington]

Kreiger grappled with a member of the crew who had been mutated by the taint of the Warp, where the man's left arm should have been was a crab like claw.
He eventually managed to wrestle the mutant to the floor and snapped his neck with a twist of his knee.

He looked up and was relieved to see they had made it to the Armory. He made his way inside and after a bit of searching was happy to find his gear in a storage locker near the back of the room.

He pulled out a combat shotgun and checked the mechanism. It looked like the weapon had been recently serviced. He smiled as he loaded shells into the magazine.
He placed the shotgun in a holster across his back and attached a shock maul to his belt. Finally he pulled out a stub revolver and fitted it in it's holster on his leg.
He spent a few moments collecting ammo and filling his pouches with as much as he could carry.
'Right then, now let's see how tough they are!' He said as he racked the shotgun.