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Post by Dingo on Sat Jul 25, 2015 10:48 pm

Sister Halios considered the question carefully. Not wishing to rush or seem flippant in her reply, and not wanting to rush herself either. She tapped her lips with her index finger and slowly paced around Atash, staring at the ground and considering the possibilities.

She paced and questioned. Listened and paced some more. Quizzed him on details, sequences, memories, images, sounds, and even smell. Time of day, color of the sky. Dozens upon dozens of probing questions about the first encounter and the battle most recent.

After a good while (an awkward length by anyone's standards) she stopped and looked at Atash directly.
"The timing is odd, and would be considered highly coincidental by anyone other than us." Her gaze dropped to the insignia on the Librarian's chest plate. "But very rarely does such a signifier occur by accident. Especially not when dealing with machinations from the Weaver of Fates."
She pointed back down to the base of the now shattered land bridge. "That was a high minion of the Change Lord..." She glanced at his face. "...as I am sure you are aware."

Halios came back to the defensive wall. "The truth of the matter is that we can only guess as to the plans being weaved around this situation. For all accounts it looks like a wytch drew too deep on his power, over-reached in panic and caused a rift to the nether. As for if this was merely an opportunity taken, or a convoluted plan we may never know."
She looked directly into Atash's face, her blue eyes bright with a steely spirit.
"What I can say is this. If you are indeed being targeted by disciple, a... prince, of the Change Lord, then you will need all of your strength and resolve to survive. You will need your Brothers, your weapons, and all your power to combat this."
She stepped back and her hand drifted to her sword again.
"You are an both an Astartes and a Psyker. Not one or the other, any division or distinction between these in your mind will cause a weakness that the Great Enemy will exploit. Embrace it as a whole, or die as the divide tears you apart."
Her stance suggested a fight was in the wind, her voice confirmed it.
"I am a hunter, a bane to the corrupt, a slayer of wytches. I seek out and destroy those who would draw upon these powers and unleash them upon or existence." She drew her sword with a smooth motion and held it up for him to see.
"You say the Great Enemy may be hunting you? Then I shall do my all to keep your flanks clear of interference. You and yours may have to face the Change Lord's plans directly, so I and mine shall provide the rear-guard."
She snapped the blade back and ran a finger along the edge with a steely hiss.
"My order is sending more Sisters to join me. I was wondering to what ends we may be used... and now I know."

Sister Halios then actually, genuinely, smiled. "We will hunt and slay the puppets of the Enemy".

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The guardsmen of the camp had no idea what was occurring in the clearly intense conversation being held over at the eastern wall. None of them dared get close enough to hear. When the revered Sister drew her blade all who saw it held their breath. The wiser looked for the nearest cover.

But then it appeared to be no more than for emphasis, or perhaps an oath. There were more than a few choice oaths among the guardsmen as well.

Either way at the end of it all one thing was clear. The revered Sister was keen for war. The sergeants went about warning their men, and the Commissar ordered the medical staff to get some rest.

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Banner Master Scarab stood in the shade of the Storm Raven and chewed on a rations bar. He turned to Vortali.
"I like her. She's got some fight."
Vortali nodded in agreement as he finished his meal. There wasn't much else to add.

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Sat Jul 25, 2015 11:30 pm

Atash answered Sister Halios's questions as best he could, mentally reciting the lower enumerations to himself to help him keep calm in the face of those year-old memories. He also paid very close attention to what sort of questions she was asking, what kind of information she was seeking. If, as Sister Halios suspected, he and his squad were being targeted, he would need every scrap of knowledge he could get.

"Aye, I am aware," he replied solemnly. "My chapter has battled the Change Lord's minions several times before." He fell silent again as the Sister continued, meeting her bright blue gaze with his own steady, unwavering green gaze - older than it should be, but with a solid, unyielding core. Even as she reached for her sword, Atash did not break his gaze from hers, though his muscles tensed slightly beneath his crimson armour.

Only when she smiled did Atash relax again, and he matched her grin with one of his own. "I am both glad and fortunate to have you and yours at my back in this. I look forward to hunting - and slaying - alongside you. May the enemy forever rue the day they turned their focus upon us."

He donned his helmet and straightened, standing tall and proud amidst the drifting dust. "And have no fear about any possible division within me. I am who I am, and I deny no part of myself. When the right time comes, I shall strike with all my abilities."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:00 am

Taric had not even noticed his mind had drifted.

The training dummy was surprisingly complicated for how it looked, the angles of its attacks twisting and changing seemingly at random, at least at first. Taric had the sizable dents in his vambraces to prove it. But after the first half hour, he had figured it out. Still, it was a good workout. And the Iron was good to approximate the density of another marine. That was what Taric was convinced he needed to be able to kill, so he was pushing his strikes harder and harder, the only drawback was his chain-axes occasional snag as it would bite too deep and get briefly stuck in a joint. There were numerous contusions on his pauldrons from those mistakes as well.

None the less, after a while he had drifted off into his cadence of attack, dodge, dodge, attack. The implications of the Archtraitor Kyras' true undoing echoing in his mind. Wrath built and built and Taric would be prepared for the unfortunate who would receive it.

Suddenly, Taric found his strike blocked at an unexpected angle, and only narrowly managed to dive out of the way before the construct could slam his helm and sweep his legs. None the less his landing was less than graceful. The young Astarte looked up from his prone position to see Banner Master Scarab, a somewhat please expression hiding among his craggy features. "You up for someone real to spar against, Blood Raven?" The elder warrior pronounced Taric's chapter with a cadence of unfamiliarity, the only crack in his otherwise granite like tone.

"I could use the distraction, And it would honor me Banner Master." Taric replied, taking the warriors proffered hand and rising. "Besides, My armour will be due for maintenance shortly anyway. Whats a little more damage" he said lightheartedly, showing off the many contusions on the armors surface.

With an affirmative nod, the War Dog stepped back, and took a guarded position. His short Power Gladius deactivated and held in reverse in his left hand, his right arm forward and ready.

Taric re-engaged the power couplings, and his armor hummed quietly back to life. He had been training with his powered down. A habit he kept after Tephu. "First to fall? Best of five?" the Blood raven said thru his grilled mask. Another curt nod was Scarab's reply.

The first round was short, The elder warrior's greater experience gave him a significant edge. He waited for the Raven to strike with his Axe, and swiftly ducked the blow, caught the axe, and delivered a powerful punch to the face. Taric's gorget caught the blow, but he still went down.

Still, when he got back up he was laughing. The second round lasted longer, Taric taking a more guarded aproach, testing how Scarab fought. Still, the elder warrior had his measure.

The third, Taric turned the tide, he slowed down his attacks but went on the offensive, the War Dog was the greater warrior, but Taric was smart. He changed his style and pattern of attack every few seconds, and after Six crushing blows against Scarab, Finally managed one that Knocked him down.

The fourth, The young Blood Raven tried an old tactic of his. Charging the War Dog, he ducked and rolled past him at the last moment, and sprung up onto the training dummy, swiftly using the momentum of its limbs to flip himself on top of it, before leaping backwards back down on top of Scarab. Scarab saw what was coming and prepared to throw the foolish Raven down onto his own face.

But Taric learned how to beat that move years ago after Cyrus floored him with it. The Raven intercepted the Dog's grapple, and used both their movements to land a knee down on Scarabs head.

They both went down, But the point was decidedly Tarics.

the final match was the longest. Taric suspected Scarab was drawing out the fight, But he grateful for the contest. It took several hours before either warrior began to lag, And Taric simply could not match the grizzled veteran for endurance.

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Sun Jul 26, 2015 11:03 pm

Once the squad had returned from the latest mission and been debriefed, Atash had retreated to the makeshift machine bay atop the plateau and begun making repairs on his damaged augmetics and mangled armour. He'd soon been discovered by Taric and very firmly ordered to get some sleep so his battered body could recuperate, which he'd reluctantly complied with (after a little more convincing).

Several hours and some ration bars later, Atash was back in the machine bay, a little annoyed about the delay to his repairs, but admittedly feeling noticeably better than he had earlier. Everything was still sore, but the bruises were slowly fading and the pain had mostly died down to a dull ache that he could ignore well enough. He was wearing scout carapace armour while his power armour was still in need of repair, and while it was comforting to be in the familiar lighter gear, Atash was a little surprised to find that he missed the reassuring weight of the servo arm on his back.

If he stopped to think about it, Atash was honestly surprised to even still be alive. He hadn't expected to survive the barrage of autocannon fire; the leap out of the window had been a split-second decision driven by desperation, fury, and spiteful bloody-mindedness - and he hadn't expected to survive that, either. If it hadn't been for the tower's antenna preventing his plummet all the way to the ground after he'd bounced off the front of the hell talon, and the medical skills of Gideon, the squad's newest member...

The thought of the various horrible possibilities made Atash's skin crawl. So he buried himself in work and tried not to think about it, instead focusing on fixing the twitches in his damaged cybernetic arm before switching his attention to his armour. It was slow, delicate, tedious work, and he swiftly lost track of time.
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Wed Jul 29, 2015 1:27 pm

* * POST MISSION * *

Durance wandered around the encampment absentmindedly. He passed by the newly constructed bunkers and he watched the gazes of the mortals follow his path. The awe and fascination that had filled their eyes several days ago was no more and had been replaced with a tacit acknowledgement that the situation on Kiln had changed.

The encampment had been heavily fortified and reinforced by the recent additions to the planet's surface. Durance wandered to the eastern edge and looked out over the war machines that sat at readiness for combat. He sighed quietly before turning back to view the camp from the periphery. Before the Long Sleep, the war machines of the World Eaters would have lined up like that, poised to crush any opposition. Now, mortals were asked to perform that duty and they would fight a battle that was not in their favour. Such is the nature of this strange universe I now live in, Durance thought.

Warden hung at his side, its teeth dry and quiet. The assault on the enemy forces of that facility went as smoothly as one could hope considering their numbers. The only one who had suffered grievous injury was Brother Atash and Durance could not fault his actions. If the rest of his Chapter were not here to hold him to account, he likely would have done the same.

Durance had behaved, as ordered, but his actions left him feeling ill. He would have dearly loved to strike at the hated traitor marines, to prove to them the dishonour of their path, but Lord Taarn and Banner Master Scarab's orders dictated a different path. He had been commended for his actions in completing the mission and accomplishing their objectives. And yet... Durance did not feel the same elation as he did after combat. There was no victory won here, merely the recovery of some xenos constructs that were apparently important to the other Astartes.

In his meandering, Durance had come across a strange looking mechanical construction that was standing idly in the center of a dusty ring. He soon realised that it was a form of training aid and that it had been shaped to the size of an Astartes. He spotted the gashes in the metal plates where a blade had bit into the machine and he smirked as he recognised where the chain of a blade had shredded the armour. Durance looked around to see who was nearby and he only heard the clanging and whirring of nearby tools in the machine bay. The techmarines, Rainer and Atash, were busy.

Durance rolled his shoulders and brought his fists up into a boxing stance as he entered the ring. The training aid detected his presence and hummed into life as it stood up fully. He lunged forward, slamming his left fist into the belly of the machine and followed up with his right into what passed as the machine's chin. The machine recoiled from the blows but quickly bounced back, its servos whirring as it lashed out and struck Durance's leg and knocked him off balance. Durance smiled as he took up position, gauging the reach of the machine and feeling his leg sting with pain. He planned to draw out this training session for a while. It felt good to actually fight again.
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Wed Jul 29, 2015 10:20 pm

Taric sat in the open bay of the Storm Raven. Surrounding him were scrolls of aged parchment and a plethora of different books and data-slates. Taric was grateful that the Librarium had let him bring this repository with him, It game him some measure of the foe they faced. Something that this war had been lacking.

He had erred. He should have been able to read the signs of the enemy, but he had misjudged. He swore he would not do so again. He made a rule of never making the same mistake twice.

Worse than his past errors was that this time the weight of his fell upon the shoulders of his brother Atash, who had been gravely wounded by the enemy Fighter. Still, The emperor built them strong and Atash had lived.

Taric finished reading the passage he had begun, and set about packing away the collected lore. He needed time to mull it over, and talk with others to process his thoughts and form them into a plan.

As the Blood Raven exited the gunship, he set about seeking any other Astartes not preoccupied with Duty's. Instinctively heading for the maintenance bay where he expected to find one of the Techmarines.

He found Atash first, working on his Armour in what was swiftly becoming a proper Forge now that Reiner had authority of Chryos' attendant techpriests.

Taric greeted his Bookwize Squadmate "Brother Atash."

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Wed Jul 29, 2015 10:56 pm

As Atash worked on repairs, he'd gotten used to tuning out the movements of others around him as the newly-arrived tech-priests improved upon the mechanical bay under Rainer's direction. Almost the entirety of his attention was on the task at hand. He sank his thoughts into the innermost workings of his armour, mentally communicating with the mechanical systems to get a better understanding of the extent of the damage.

He could not yet outright repair his armour with just his mind, but perhaps one day, in time...

He stood over his armour, his expression blank and his hands moving with deliberate precision as he carefully pieced bits of shattered armour underlay back together. Atash was so deep in his work that it took him a few seconds to realise that someone had addressed him, but he didn't yet let his focus waver. "One moment, please..." he said, his voice toneless and dispassionate.

Atash finished with the section he was working on, then carefully withdrew his awareness from his armour and returned to himself. He blinked several times, looking like he was awakening from a trance, then laid down his tools and turned to face Taric, absently rolling his shoulders with a poorly-concealed wince.

"Brother Taric," Atash greeted the Blood Raven with a smile. "What brings you here this time? I hope it's not to chase me off to rest again."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Thu Jul 30, 2015 12:46 am

"If the emperor thought we should rest often then he would not have gifted us with a catalepsian node." Taric said wryly.

Taric got straight to the point. "I came to apologize. It was the Duty of Myself and Gidion to take out the enemy flyers. Your wounds are a result of My failings in that matter. Know that i recognize my failing, and will be sure to correct it."


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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Thu Jul 30, 2015 1:02 am

"You make a good point," Atash replied with a soft huff of amusement.

At Taric's apology, Atash blinked and hesitated, surprise flickering across his face. He recovered quickly though and shrugged, offering Taric a somewhat sheepish smile. "I appreciate the apology, brother, though it's not necessary. Besides..." His smile shifted to a more familiar grin - though it was one that he hadn't used much lately. "I have survived much worse. At least this time I didn't need any other parts replaced! Brother Gideon's work is impressive - I must remember to thank him properly later."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:22 am

"It is good Gidion repayed his own debt of honor to you. Still, My delay cost us true success of the mission. Suffice to say next time we will strike faster. I waited to counter the enemy because it was a possibility there were other traitor Astarte's still in the facility."

Taric realized he was tensing visibly in his armor, and it was disturbing several of the attendant Techpriests. "I've spent too long pent up researching our foe." He said as much to himself as Atash. "I'm going to go train. Yore welcome to join me if you wish to test how your body is healing."

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:40 am

Atash tilted his head to one side and regarded Taric curiously. "What exactly do you mean by 'true success of the mission'? We completed the objectives given to us - get in, destroy, get out."

At the suggestion of training, Atash hesitated for a moment. His armour was still in dire need of more repairs... but at the same time, Taric had a good point about testing his own body's healing, and the repairs he'd done so far on his cybernetic limbs. He nodded and quickly closed the panel of armour he'd been working on. "I think I shall, at least for a little while. And perhaps while we train, you can fill me in on what you've been researching?"
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:45 am

"Assist me in removing me plate?" Taric requested "May as well make it a fair fight" He said with a smile. "Also don't need any more damaged plate" he added, thinking of his fight with Banner-master Scarab.

As he began to remove his suit of Corvus plate, Taric answered Atash's question. "We completed our objectives, yes. But i do not think we gained as much as we should have for the war effort. Whatever the Heretics had, they fled most likely right into the waiting arms of the Traitor Marines. I have no doubt that they came out of this the stronger. Its probable that Whatever took down the Necron craft, is now in their hands."

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:52 am

Atash grinned, even as he began assisting Taric in removing his warplate. "It would be more of a fair fight if you stayed in your armour," he teased.

Taric's reply to his question sobered him somewhat, however. "Ah, true. I understand that - when I was in the control room, I had all the information in the databanks at my fingertips - but I chose to cancel the IFF and block the communications first." Atash sighed quietly at the loss of all that data, then shrugged. "Hindsight, as they say, is perfect. We will just have to do what we can with what little we did manage to get."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:35 am

Durance had been in the training ring for over an hour now and the machine looked distinctly worse for wear. Scraps of iron and pieces of servo lay strewn around as the plating had buckled under the War Dog's blows. He stood directly in front of the machine and he didn't flinch as it tried to whirr and strike out at him with its right arm. That limb had been severed and discarded twenty minutes ago.

Durance sighed and darted forward, piercing the machine's torso with his blade-like hand and wrenching the control core out of the body. He tore the wires and circuits from it, crippling the training aid as it lost all focus and purpose. The crumpled frame of the machine stood still as Durance panted slightly at the effort. His armour had been scratched and dented in the fight but Durance felt good at getting his blood pumping. He hoped to let Warden taste real battle again soon.

That was good,  he thought to himself as Durance began to gather up the wreckage from the fight. I should see if the Martian priests or one of the techmarines can improve upon this machine. Durance hauled the carcass of the training aid towards the machine bay and propped it against one of the walls, close to where one of the Guard's artillery pieces was being serviced. As he laid the machine to rest, he glanced around and saw Brothers Taric and Atash deep in discussion and without their armoured suits.

"Brothers!" Durance called out across the din and hammering of the machine bay as he walked towards them. "How do you both fare? I didn't realise that your armour had also been damaged, Taric."

Durance detached his helmet and clamped it to his belt as he breathed in the oily, dusty air. "I can't imagine that this is an ideal location to rest and heal, Brothers. Let Rainer or one of the Martian priests tend to the repairs. Your suits of armour are important but so are your bodies. Packmaster Taarn needs both of you at full capacity as soon as possible. Denying proper rest delays our chance to fight."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:26 pm

"The lessons we learn from our engagements are what will matter most." Taric said as the last vestiges of his war plate were removed. "We are all still so.. What was the guard word? Green. At least by marine standards."

At that point Haket entered the machine bay, getting the training aid in his scuffed Iron Armour.

"Not Damaged brother, removed for propper sparring." Taric said with a look almost of bloodlust in his eyes "We need to hold back so much as not to actually damage the armour. We heal faster than it does, and it serves us well to actually take a beating in training."

Standing up Taric flexed his slab muscled body, this being the first time out of armour in many days. "What do you say Brother Durance? Fists only, no armour, and we go until somone breaks something? Best be fair on stash, he can tune himself back up against the looser." Taric said with a devious grin.

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:47 pm

"It might be wise to wait until we are back on Sothis, Taric. I'm sure Apothecary Nikkos would appreciate us not breaking each other in half. I've already had a chance to cool off but," Durance jerked his thumb to the heap of metal that was the remains of the training aid, "you're welcome to join my former sparring partner if you want to fight me. I'm afraid this hot climate makes it harder for me to keep my hackles from being raised."

"And besides," Durance grinned, "do you really want to lose to another War Dog?"
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:57 pm

Atash nodded at Taric's words, but before he could reply, Haket entered the machine bay, leaving behind the remains of the training dummy. Atash greeted his arrival with a nod and a quick grin, even as he carefully set aside the last of Taric's armour.

He listened to the conversation between Taric and Haket, then let out a snort. "No need to go easy on me just because I got bounced around a bit," he retorted to Taric's teasing with a smirk as he swiftly stripped off his scout carapace, revealing the fading but still-mottled bruising from his impact against the Hell Talon, and the dents in his cybernetics that he hadn't gotten around to straightening out yet. "And with Brother Gideon here now, Apothecary Nikkos need not worry about us, he can keep his attention on the Guard who need him. Besides, we might not be back on Sothis for months at this rate."

He then snickered at Haket's last comment. "I don't know about Taric, but I haven't lost to a War Dog yet. So how about a rematch, brother?" Atash grinned and rolled his shoulders. "In fact, just so Taric doesn't feel left out, how about a little two-on-one? I'll take you both on!" Atash knew the challenge was most likely biting off more than he could chew, but he didn't much care.
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Fri Jul 31, 2015 3:58 pm

"While your brashness is admirable Atash, your mind is leaping ahead of your body. Your wit and knowledge is as strong as ever, but your physical form has suffered." Durance crossed his arms, frowning down at his Brothers thanks to his armoured height. "Believe me, I would wish nothing more than to fight you and bury you in the dirt to even the score, but now is not the time. The Packmaster needs you physically fit for the coming fight. And you," Durance jabbed Atash in the chest, pressing firmly against one of the bruises, "are anything but ready for a fight, Brother Atash."

Durance searched his memories for something his old instructor taught him. "The War Dogs do not shy from battle, but neither do we seek it out unless we are ready for a fight to the death. That is why I spent close to two days in recovery after our landfall here on Kiln. I am less of a warrior if I am not ready, body and soul, for a fight. You should heed that thought, unless you openly seek your death."


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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Fri Jul 31, 2015 5:27 pm

"We have a few days until Astarte support arrives, and we will not re deploy until then. We have seen our enemy and we are not equipped to face them." Taric sounded almost resigned. Untill he grinned and added "Yet".

"Until then we need not only stay sharp, but be prepared to fight Space Marines. Only one way for that!" Taric was getting fired up, the idea of an honest to the emperor fight burning in his veins.

"When we are spent, I will go over what I have researched with you both. The guard may have second rate war gear, but they did bring first rate rations. I'd wager we can aquire some real grox steaks!"

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Fri Jul 31, 2015 5:58 pm

Atash let out a huff of frustration at Haket's words, and didn't flinch as the War Dog firmly jabbed one of his bruises. "I am not suggesting we 'bury each other in the dirt', as you so eloquently put it," he started, trying to keep his voice level. "It's just sparring, practice, not an actual fight to the death - and as Taric just said, we need practice facing other Astartes, especially now we've seen a better hint of the traitors' actual numbers here."

Just the mere thought of the traitor Astartes made Atash's blood heat up with restrained fury. "I have rested as much as I need right now, and am recovered enough to spar," he continued intently. "Even this is more training - we won't always have the luxury of facing the enemy at times of our choosing, when we are at full strength. We should familiarise ourselves with what it feels like to fight when we are at less than our best."
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:49 pm

Durance sighed. "If you persist on your current path, Brother Atash, then you will never be at your best in a battle."

"I regret that I can't fight you Brothers. At least, not yet. The enemy has infested this planet. To waste time training and sparring each other wastes energy and ferocity that might be better directed at our foes. Packmaster Taarn wishes me to be ready for combat at a moment's notice. My training with the machine was merely to release some tension. I fear that if I spar with one of you, my tension will overflow and you will pay the price." Durance stared at Taric and Atash with his large, grey eyes. His gaze warned of danger. "I won't fight with either of you when true battle is just over the horizon."

Durance turned his back to his comrades. "If you need me, I will be seeing to my Chapter Brothers. Do what you will and forgive me for my words. Packmaster Taarn has imminent need of me and I shall not disappoint him again." Durance began to walk away from Atash and Taric. He felt frustrated at what he had said, but in the end it was because of what the Packmaster had told him when he first arrived on Kiln. The ways of the World Eaters must surrender to the harsh reality of this new time.
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:39 am

"Durance! Wait a moment and reconsider. Was it folly when Scarab and i sparred yesterday? We are not using powered weapons or shooting each-other. Its unarmored fists. You gain only exersize against the training dummy and you know that will not be enough."

Taric rushed into the path of the War Dog, intercepting him but not completely barring his way. "Leave if you feel you must but hear us out first. Atash and I have battled a Chaos Marine before, And they are unlike any other foe. They are as good as we are, and often as not augmented by foul sorcery. Routine training does not push out limits, and until we can push -and Break- those limits we cannot, will not, progress as warriors. Normally we would do this in the fires of battle, but against this foe? It will be too late."

Taric lay a hand on Durance's pauldron "You say you need to be ready? Then prepare with us for what is to come. You have greater mastery of assault than any of us. That is Exactly why we need you to train with us. We must set the bar higher than we are."

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Popdart5 on Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:18 am

Durance looked into Taric's earnest, honest eyes. He thought he saw something like defiance blaze in them but he could not be certain. "Your bout with the Banner Master was different. He is an elder warrior and has many years of experience to impart. There is training and knowledge hidden in everything he does. Combat between us as brother warriors would deliver no great lesson."

"If these Chaos Marines are as strong as you claim, Brother Taric," Durance said as he clamped his helmet back onto his head, "then our only true test will be on the field of battle. My limits won't be known until I stand before my foe, blade ready in hand. No amount of training can steel my mind and body as much as open warfare can. But I aim to meet my foes with everything that I am, body and spirit."

Durance began to walk away from the machine bay. He paused after a few steps and turned back to face Atash and Taric. "In a way, I relish the opportunity to meet these Chaos Marines. I walk the path of honour and loyalty and am opposed by treachery and deceit. Ten thousand years of sleep have not crippled my battle prowess. I am an assault marine and I bring death to my enemies through the blade of my axe. What I am, my skills as a warrior, cannot be taught, only witnessed. That is what I believe the Banner Master was demonstrating in your sparring. The experience is the battle itself and training is merely a crude reflection of the reality. Perhaps when next I fight, you can fully experience and understand it."

"I am a War Dog. I am a warrior of a different time. For my Chapter's sake, I must survive." Durance drew his chainaxe and pressed the blade head into the dirt, forming a small divot. "I am ready," he declared as he gripped the haft of Warden more firmly. "By blade, by fire, by blood, by shot; I am ready for our future battles. If you think you are not, train as much as you wish. Further preparation would be wasted on me for I stand ready, come what may."

Durance holstered his chainaxe to his side as he turned and walked away from Atash and Taric. He gritted his teeth and headed towards Lord Taarn's headquarters, hoping to receive good news about their next deployment. This planet had proved troublesome and he wished to be rid of it as fast as possible.
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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Comander.c on Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:28 am

"I think we should repair one of the Chainfists in the War Dog's armory" Taric muttered to Atash as Durance departed.

Turning to face the Shadowed Son he explained "If he is going to die I would prefer the end to be Glorius, and take as many as those Damned traitors as he can." Taric's smile made clear the jest.

Taric sat back down, and began to wrap his arms in thick gauze for the sparring to come. "He knows not of the foe we face. His courage to stand as he is and be tested is admirable, But there are no tests against us. We will kill, or we will die. And i for one intend to gain Every advantage I Can."

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Re: Warhammer 40K: Socialising

Post by Skits on Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:52 am

Atash grit his teeth at Durance's words towards him, but he remained silent as he tried to keep his flaring temper in check. He listened without comment to Haket and Taric's exchange, then watched as Haket stalked away.

Taric's comment about the chainfist surprised a snort of wry amusement from Atash, and he nodded in agreement. "Good idea, that. I'll add it to the list."

He then grinned at Taric's jest. "I think that's the kind of death we would all prefer, if we have to die at all," he commented with morbid humour. "Personally though, I'd rather avoid yet another brush with death if I can at all help it."

As Taric began wrapping his arms, Atash followed his lead and began wrapping his own right hand in gauze - his left, cybernetic hand needed no such protection. "You and me both, brother," he agreed. "At least this time, we will not be facing them in scout carapace. I'd like to get my hands on a melta gun, though." He finished with the gauze and flexed his hand to test it, then gestured towards the makeshift sparring ring outside the mechanical bay. "You ready?"
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