Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

I play praetorian guard, £24 is nothing

you poor sod

Yep

my guardsmen are all steel legion

That's not too bad, yours only cost an arm

actually they only cost a little more than cadians

Ohh, I haven't looked at guard since they changed the website layout

fair enough
but i like steel legion

They do look good, but not Kreig good

that's all opinion
and i like em for fluff purposes also

I love the fluff if every regiment, so it's all about the aesthetic

OOC:Guyz?

hi

OOC: Hail brothers, one of the Emperors sons...has been reborn!

Ooc: Does the thread live once more?

OOC I do not know

OOC I think it is either time to give birth to this thread again or just shoot it

OOC: GIVE BIRTH! CMON ORTUS PUSH! OU CAN DO IT!

*dead baby slides out of my left nostril*

IC:

*Dispatches the last nid with utter satisfaction. I turn to see I still have no assisstance. I fought of the entire final wave on my own. I think to myself, how many was it?*

55,612...

*The number shocks me as much as people won't believe it. I traipse through the corpses, tired and weary, wounded too. The bionic arm is barely functioning, battered, wires exposed, but still clutches an autopistol*

I can't believe what I just did... but im ready to be killed...

*prepares for a response... anything...*

"Long time, no see creep" says a figure, clad in a dark blue armour, aquilla across his chest. A pistol aimed straight for Ortus's head.

"Remember me?"

*stands still*

I think I do. You gonna shoot or what?

"Say my name" he comes closer.

It is honus, right? if not this is rather embarrassing.

"Good, glad you remember the man who's going to end you for all the wrong you've done"

Oh spare the drama...

*starts to walk off*

Fed up with drama today, i'm tired, kay?

Honus shoots him through the back of his knee with a loud crack from the pistol.

"You think you can walk from me!?"

*Brings up my hand, controlling my leg to walk*

Ill damn well try. Would you really shoot someone in the back?

"If they deserved it"

He fires again, the shot tearing a hole in his backpack, his armour beginning to shut down.

*is in custom carapace armour, doesn't have one*

*the shot goes through the armour and I gasp in pain, but I keep walking towards the fortress*

He keeps on firing, bullets tearing holes in his flesh.

*keeps walking. it's nothing. Most bullets are just hitting wounds the tyranids made*

You coward... shooting someone in no state to fight... I thought you were a good man.

"Says you!" He pulls out something from his belt, and Ortus feels his armour being pulled.

*raises my bionic hand, the device flies from honus' hand and into mine*

Curious device...

*crushes it, and keeps going to the iron paladin fortress, stumbling around, bleeding slowly*

Ooc: sorry, doesn't work, Honus is a null.

*is pulled then.*

Suddenly. ..
All vox cuts out for a moment...before a signal comes through. ..


++Hear me brothers and pray repentance for your actions!++
Suddenly a massive fleet hangs over the planet...outnumbering all in its numbers...weapons aimed.

++I am the healing hand of the great Imperium, I hold the holy ointments and my sacred scalpel with unequalled skill!
I am a man who has lived, died and reincarnated as the avatar of the Emperors will! I am Lazarus Aubrey Dorian, the the reborn! Primarch of the 2nd Legion! The Eternal Zealots! Lay down thy arms or I make sure none of you may step foot on the Emperor's sacred territory ever again!++

"Who now?"

*attempts to stand, and manages too, but is very weak*

well.. it seems.. a new threat is here... do you finish me... or join me..?

Walks over to him, raising a fist.

"Until I know who they are"

He punches Ortus straight in the nose, the cartilage and skin breaking.

"But I still hate you, don't forget that"

The feeling is mutual...

"Shut up creep" he gestures for Ortus to walk ahead. Pistol pointed at his head.

*stumbles ahead, slowly bleeding out*

"I hope you remember this"

Remember what? Winning against a tyranid horde? Forming alliances with many imperials? Or having a gun pointed at me by an utter twat?

"The latter"

Thought so. Why would I remember this exactly?

*is walking further away*

"Because I'm going to make it memorable"

OOC: Great, more trouble on the iron hands part

*has walked far enough away for the null field to not take affect*

You.. do.. that...

*raises available hand in dissappears into a blue mist, reappearing in the fortress and collapsing immediately. Im alone in an empty hallway, lying against the wall. Im trying to close my wounds but don't have the strength*

Ooc: diiieeeeeeeeee