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[b][u]Kill 'Em All[/u][/b]
[b]The Galactical Escapade[/b]
The ship was seemingly calm. The crew still recovering from the damage Python had caused earlier today....he made things difficult for them, but he was gone from them now. Hopefully things would go smoother from here on out. Without a general from the Galactic Feds, it was difficult getting supplies like ammunition or food or booze, but they were making it. Maybe by the skin of their teeth, but they were making it.
Carl walked up to the airlock, he was on his lunch break. He stood there, looking out at space with a sandwich in his hands. Lettuce, ham, mayo, tomato and cheese, his favorite. Payday too, it was a good day....or so he thought.
About four miles out from the cruiser, there was a massive ship. A Leviathan. It had just exited warp and was heading straight for the Escapade. Carl ran, trying to alert an official or officer or champion, whatever they called themselves....but he was to late. The Leviathan slammed into the Escapade, dropping a massive door from the front of the ship. Horde after horde of monster poured out. Fanatics taking point, followed by Grunts, Berserkers, Medics and Broodmothers. One of the Broodmothers swung it's massive arm, spewing Phazon at troops. Carl was hit by the Phazon and cut down by a Grunt. He laid there for a while, unmoving. Then he moved. Standing with blue eyes and blue glint coming from his chest.
The Corrupted are here....
[spoiler]Open...don't push too far into the Leviathan, you'll meet something that no man nor woman should ever have the curse of facing...[/spoiler]
[spoiler]I highly recommend reading the Dread/Corrupted bios before jumping in... [/spoiler]
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[b]Vaaxius aims for her joints, charging each big to maximize the damage[/b]
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The Broodmother eventually falls, down but not dead.
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[b]Vaaxius fires at its head, doing the same thing from before[/b]
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The Broodmother stops moving, dead. A smaller Dread steps up then disappears before you eyes.
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"And I'm screwed for this next part."
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] Your legs are kicked from underneath you and you feel a humanoid body sit on top of you, along with a faint chitter.
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[b]Vaaxius tries to headbutt it[/b]
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The Battle Barge [i]Anvil[/i] moves on-station, and releases a single salvo from its Macrocannons into the Leviathan, alongside a single boarding torpedo. The [i]Anvil[/i] moves away at full speed and warps out of the system, while the boarding torpedo slams into the hull of the Leviathan, its sole occupant ripping the door open the moment it hits the Leviathan. Jarle Vahlen readies his Bolter, and steps carefully into the alien passageway that his boarding torpedo breached.
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You see an army of Corrupted, Dread, pretty much everything. It's a formidable sized force. Possibly larger than the Imperium... Looking towards the back, you see a massive creature. The World Eater is what they called it...
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Instead of foolishly charging in like he would once have done, Jarle times, primes, and throws several Melta charges into a vent in the hope that the blast would breach the hull behind him, and slow their progress. After doing so, he levels his Bolter, and sprays precision fire into the heads of all nearby threats as he walks backwards, towards the [i]Escapade.[/i]
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You're hit from behind by a massive fist, launching you against the side of the ship. It was definitely enough to kill a normal human, but Space Marine training had saved you.
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Jarle braces himself against the wall, and slings his Bolter. After standing, he draws his Revolver and his Power Sword as he turns to look at the new threat. While doing so, he triggers the Melta Charges prematurely by sending a detonation signal through his HUD, and the Meltas burn the hull away, causing a rather large breach, just large enough, by luck, to cause depressurization and loss of atmosphere.
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The ship seemed to regrow and repair itself.....as if it were alive.... The battle raged on, the Melta charges barely slowed them. What punched you was a Berserker. It made its way to you, wielding a massive axe.
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Jarle drops his revolver, and swings a one-handed ruse towards the Berserker with his sword. As it moves its axe to protect itself, Jarle takes his left hand and slams it, and the Adamantium knuckle duster it bears, into the bottom of the Berserkers jaw. He then drops his sword to the ground, and slams his other fist, with its own knuckle duster, into the Berserkers throat.
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The Berserker's armor held up nicely. It was definitely well made. It pushed you off and began to stand, lowering it's head and charging at you.
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Jarle keeps low, and dives into the Berserkers legs, knocking it off its feet. Jarle moves quickly, and stomps his armored boot as hard as he could into the back of the Berserkers head while it was down. Before it gets back up, he aims several hard kicks towards its neck.
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He is stopped mid kick by a massive sword, hitting him in the side of the abdomen. It cut through his armor and damaged his body a bit but it wasn't enough to kill him. What had swung was a Broodmother. They were rare, dangerous beasts...
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Jarle turns, and dives underneath the Broodmother in an effort to get behind it. As he does, he slaps a Krak armor piercing grenade onto each of the Broodmothers legs. The hyper-adhesive gel inside of the grenades hardens, locking them onto the Broodmother for long enough to detonate. Jarle rolls away from the Broodmother before they detonate, and draws his Revolver as he stands back up.
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As you pass under, she turns,spraying Phazon at where you slid. You were infected...as they detonated, she went down but another one, drove it's sword down into your shoulder.
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Jarle reaches up to the sword, and snaps it near his wound. He then fires all six shots from his revolver into the new Broodmothers face, and throws it into his holster while he grabs for the Power Sword he dropped. After managing to grab it, he swings it up between the Broodmothers legs, and the blade digs halfway into its abdomen.
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She slams her fists down on him, ignoring the sword that had nearly torn her in half. More Phazon spilled onto you as this happened.
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Jarle raises an arm to block the battering, and uses his other to arm a frag grenade and shove it into the wound he'd just made. He pushes back, grabs his sword, and disengages as quickly as possible, letting the frag grenade do its work on the soft tissue it was forced into.
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The Broodmother exploded, dying rather disturbingly. A smaller than normal Dread stepped up to you next. A blade hung of his arm, he stared up at the Space Marine with a horrible grin on his face as the Dread disappeared slowly before his eyes.
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Jarle blinked to confirm his suspicions, and assumed his hallucinations had returned. Putting it down to nothing more than his sleep organs acting up once again, he grabs his weapons and moves silently through the ship, looking for an exit that would lead to the [i]Escapade[/i].
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You feel a sharp pain in your back, it had gotten through your armor somehow. An Elite. The best of the Dread besides the General. The pain continued as the blade was removed from your back.
