Imperial Guard Plot

"Commissar, you are more fleshy than me."

Alex: Your a techpriest, everyone is more fleshy than you. Mostly.

Ooc: part from a necron.

OOC: Why do you think I said mostly

Ooc : hhehehehhehhheheehe

"Yes and fleshies is "our" word, for you fleshies."
He injected some stims, soon he seemed rather lively.

Alex: Im less fleshy than most though..Anyway..Veichal depot is that way you should find a storage room around there should you need any equipment

Ooc: you sure that's a good thing?


The sister is in a medical ward. The soriata by her side.

melody: where am i sister my vision is blured

"Your safe, in a hospital, you'll be fine in time"

melady: thank you sister may the emperor guide you to safety

"I'm not going anywhere until you can see again"

she reaches out to the blur and feels around to find her hand

She holds her hand.

melody: i am forever in your dept sister

"You would have done the same sister, so you owe me nothing"

OOC: What about alex?! HE HELPED!

And alfred

Ooc: heh, sucker!

melody:thank yo....
she passes out

*A doktor comes over and starts to do doktor shite*

She stays by her side always. As the Medicare's repair her body with advanced machines, her bones remoulding at a accelerated rate.

results her leg is broken and her arm is broken and she dislocated her shoulder and she has some head trauma but her eyesite will be back in a couple hours

*DOKTOOORRRRRRR*

Ooc:... yeah... doktor.

The battles rage on, ending with the uprised forces falling back from massive losses, and the guard taking heavy losses of their own... the streets are filled with the bodies of men, women and children; guilty and innocent, brave and cowardly. The gutters run red with blood of thousands... and it will not end here.

*A weird looking priest, his face is completely in shadow, wearing a dark red robe with open chest, with a strange tattoo on his chest, walks in the dead silence of the street*

OOC: I thought honus was controling the bad guys

Ooc: to be fair we don't know who he is yet.



The only sounds to be heard is a faint wind, that bristles clothing drenched in red gore.

OOC: Maybe this one is not a bad guy. And Honus? With which name?

Ooc: what do you mean?

OOC: are you Honus?

Ooc: oh right, yeah I am.

OOC: sup Honus

Ooc: nothin much.

Ooc: let us continue then

Ooc: continue then bub..

*Priest crouches near an Imperial Guard, who moans of his lethal wound, draws a blade from his belt and cuts his throat*

The blood drains from his body... slowly gurgling to death.

*Priest looks around while walking down the street*
(He sees?)

he hears several thudd-like foosteps

*He suddenly starts to run with an unusual agility, then climbs on a ruin, keeps running and jumping on ruined buildings*

at which point a squad of sentinels comes into view

*He suddenly stops and stands on an obelisk, looks to the Sentinels under the shadow of his sharp hood*

they are simply scouting the area

*He jumps off the obelisk, slowly walks towards them with raising his empty hands*

they see him and light him up with their searchlights

*They see the priest's handsome face with a thin moustache and beard*

they are not sure how to react

???: Hello gentlemen, I think I'm lost and pretty confused about the last events happened here, can you help me?
*They see the tattoo, it is clearly the Circrotgle sign, yet unknown*

Sentinel Pilot: Not sure. traitorous bastards must have slaughtered them

Ooc: ma god! They're reach is spreading this far.