Suicide Squad

OOC: at the start you said...that....there was a small building..and...and....*Le crys*

(cry harder, or roll... roll over 8 for your base to be of use in protecting you from the storm.)

But this is minecraft, I punched a tree to death and build a 3x3 box with a door for me to hide in, the door is protected by the power of lord spoogius the 3rd, saviour of spoodge lund, i need not to save fegt

(roll)

...god damnit

The member 'Lilentos Demethis' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd10' : 6

i get a +2 because I am lord fegatron

The bases defences are harsh, and defend you from most of the damage. However, some pieces of the storm get through, cutting you...

(roll 20 for how bad the wound is, lower roll being bad.)

...boy he got carpace...

The member 'Lilentos Demethis' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 11

Near enough all of the glass hits and shatters on the armour, but one bit cuts through into the soft elbow joint pretoctors, cutting a shallow wound.

OOC: this is why we hide inside a leman russ tank

(still waiting for gorath to react to continue)

(maybe we could continue now)

Out of the roaring storm, a figure strides, his appearance blurred and torn, harried by the intense wind.

He takes another swig from his respirator, his thick environmental protection suit covered by a ragged cloak flows freely about his form.

He reaches to his back, unhooking his spear from its holder, it's point serrated and ready to kill.

Crunching through the wind, the hunter looks for his prey.

He would happen to have found what he was looking for for days, and sees a small camp filled with harsh tents filling it right in front of him.

He sneaks up, crouching with his spear pointed ahead of him.

One of the people inside the camp stand, and it appears to be an imperial guard soldier, his armour beaten and his face tired.

He unhooks something from his belt, a throwing star.

OOC: holy shit! This thread is still alive!

The man walks past and lets out a sigh of boredom, before sitting on a small stool.

OOC it died when I waited for gorath to reply to the glass storm.. he never did

He sneaks up behind the guardsman, replacing his throwing star with a short, serrated knife.

He grabs the guardsmans face, covering the mouth with his hand, thrusting the knife into the man's neck repeatedly.

He gives out a small groan as this happens, before dropping to the ground with a thud.

MAKE HIM ROLL M8

He drags the guardsman off, removing the head and skinning the body.

His vox bead starts speaking.

"Krasuz? You there?"

He then removes the ancient space gear, it falling to the ground in sections, then, the creature removes its flesh, revealing that it isn't it's own.

It then proceeds to fuse with the flesh of the guardsman, morphing it's body into his skin.
It then puts on the armour, equips itself with his gun, and sits back down where the guardsman was.


It's voice is slow and clicking, but he says two words.

"Yeees... sir"

+You don't sound right... *cough* is everything ok down there *cough cough*+

+just a cold.... I'll be... fine+ it says back.

+How do you.. *cough* get a cold on a desert planet?+

The line goes dead as the crackle of lasfire is heard in the camp

The creature picks up his lasrifle, slowly going over too see what's happening.

He would see about six guardsmen dead on the floor, large arrows sticking out of their stomachs.

He goes over to a body, covering himself in blood and sticking a arrow into its torso, playing dead.

Two huge aliens, appearing around 9ft and clad in tribal armour stride over, and they begin pulling the arrow back out of one guardsman, then proceed to eat the man, ripping off limbs and using them like a chicken drumstick.

The creature abandons its body, it's fleshless mass slinking away.
It takes a knife with it.

Luckily the creatures fail to notice him, but they eventually stand and prowl through the camp.