Enxor, the Bone Wraith, is on the rise. His Sect, The Bones of Enxor, is assembling his lost limbs, which are scattered across the solar system. In response to this threat, two Fireteams have been assembled. Fireteam Argus, the veterans from the conflict against the House of Storms on Europa, and Fireteam Theseus, a group of newcomers, but nonetheless powerful Guardians. These teams have aquired the help of the Fallen House of Blades, a selection of outcasts, considered weak by other Houses. Now, the Guardians and the Blades make their way towards the destroyed planetoid Ceres, where Enxor's stronghold is rumored to be located. However, as the Blades Ketch crawls it way toward the Reef, another threat is surfacing. A dark, corrupted Guardian leading hundreds of mad cultists have set his gaze on Enxor's parts, seeking a way to wipe out the Light. As Fireteam Theseus now races towards the Hellmouth on Luna, in an attempt to grab the remaining bones of Enxor before his foul cult can do it, a question arises. Who will get there first? The Guardians, the corrupted, or the Bone Zealots of Enxor?
(Here’s a list of known roleplayers of the thread and their status as of this posting. Could everyone who’s still here please give kudos to this post, whether it says active or not, just so we know you’re still here.
Vessel Of WarActive
Vex MindTemporarily MIA
My deepest and sincerest apologies if I forgot anyone on the list. If I did forget you, feel free to tell me.)
("Hey guys! I heard we wont be able to ruin other peoples games by boosting ourselves to the top of the leaderboards with OP guns!...HAHAHAHAHAHHA, good one." *sound of doouchbags being beaten to death with the holy nerfhammer*)
(Inquisitor is correct Vessel, bad juju is a very rewarding gun if you learn how to use it, invective is not OP, as it usually takes two shots to kill someone, and patince and time is teh best sniper evar 4 combined arms.)
Splinter had returned to the hangar to brief the men when the Darkbringer suddenly entered the room.
"It has come to my attention that the traveler will be sending his errand boys to recover the pieces of Enxor," the dark one said.
"Whatever you want us to do sir we can do it!" one of the cultists in the crowd spoke. His reply was followed by cheering from the other cultists.
"Rather than risk our lives gathering the pieces," the dark one spoke, "We will instead let the guardians as they call themselves do that for us instead."
"And when they have withered the Hive's defenses and are weaker themselves," the Dark one continued, " We will reap from them what is rightfully ours!"
The cultists cheered loudly in agreement with what their deity had said. Flint looked over to Splinter and asked him, "What makes him so sure that the guardians will be coming after the pieces?"
"If the servants of the light have any sense left in them they will do anything they can to prevent the wakening of another Hive god," Splinter replied.
As the Darkbringer left the hangar the cultists carried on with their jobs of preparing the equipment for combat. Thrusters were warmed, weapons checked, and even long awaited maintenance was done. The Darkbringer made his way to the command center to deliver his important commands to the engineers piloting the freighter. No need for him to sit around and baby sit his inferiors in the hangar.
As he entered the command center the cultist in charge eagerly awaited orders as most of the fanatics seemed bored out of their minds.
"Have the freighter activate the jammers I don't want any servants of the light calling for help when engage them." The dark one spoke.
In answer to ReD's question from the last thread, I planned my little coup for as yet unexplained reasons, and created Easy Company to stop Fire from bellyaching about who was in command. Also, ReD, you missed getting to be in command while Avgust was investigated. Poor you. :-(
Karak, who was acting as a member of the Luna support and extract team, paused in his work of prepping the Fist of Mordor for combat ops.
He had a very, very bad feeling about this.
He knew that whatever Sauron had planned was going forward, but there were other issues.
Tools and supplies from Hangar Five's smithing facilities were going missing, and then reappearing, specifically armor parts. Nevermore had reported that several schematics for experimental weapons and armor developed by the Deep Stone order had been downloaded from the Fist's databanks, armor built and tested heavily during the battles against the Trinary and Binary Star cultists. If whoever was interested in these schematics was planning on combating a Cult similar to those, then the Guardians had a serious problem. In the days when they'd been at their height, followers of the Trinary Star had been able to wield the Darkness with the aptitude of any Light-bearing Guardian.
And if they met with one, Karak had no idea what would happen.
After several minutes of sitting around the hangar by himself, Scythe keyed his comms. "Yo, Luna team, lets move! I could do this by myself, but I really don't feel like it." He switched channels and lowered his voice. "Jackie, you have the conn. You know what to do til I come back." The Hunter caught a duffel bag as it appeared out of transmat. Opening it revealed Shock Daggers, one for each member of the team. Some Projection Grenades were there as well. Scythe clipped those to his belt, remembering their effectiveness on Europa.
(For you newbies, Projection Grenades are our own invention. Basically the Cabal equivalent of a Molotov cocktail.)
Jackdaw grimaced. He hated being called Jackie, as it reminded him of his mother. He opened the duffel bag, reveiling a bunch of Shock Daggers. Scythe said to give one to every Guardian on the team. Which he did.
After handing out the Fallen weaponry, Scythe told him to pack up and get ready. Jackdaw was excited and anxious at the same time. This was going to be one the most important missions of his life. He felt as if he was going be a hero, a legend in the Tower. After being born the runt of his litter, he finally got a chance to prove himself.
But the anxiety had another story to tell. He had heard tales of Enxor, the Bone Wraith. This was much before his mother's death at the hands of the Bones. He was risking his life to avenge the person who gave birth to him.
"This plan is little better than suicide" he thought
He looked up bleakly at the sky, twilight dappling the hangar with hushed voices and horrible romantic movies (get it?)
He muttered to himself "As they say, give me glory or give me death"
Arxus finally allowed his presence into the hanger area, after a few last minute things being taken care of. His arms crossed, he glared over all the Guardians present in the hanger and spoke. "All right. Fireteam Argus, headed off by Avgust, is going on a trip out towards Ceres. Fireteam Theseus, lead by myself, is headed for Luna." The Titan stepped forward some steps, he leaned inward to snatch a shock dagger, and nestled it away snuggly within a sheath strapped at his right bicep. The dagger fit in nicely, leaving little room elsewise. "Breonn, Daron, Jackdaw, Sara; you'll be following my orders for the remainder of this mission. Keep that in mind when we jump into Hell." He briefly addressed the members of his own fireteam, over comms as well, in case they weren't all present. "Everyone report to the hanger. We're mobilizing in five." Arxus hoisted himself onto a Fallen crate, bearing the symbols of the House of Blades.
(I've been meaning to ask this for a while, our characters have one subclass but in the game, subclass can easily be changed, I know that this is for balance purposes and character identity, but is it posible for a character to change subclass, perhaps when the taken king comes out, for diversity within the fireteam)
188.8.131.52 wrote: (I've been meaning to ask this for a while, our characters have one subclass but in the game, subclass can easily be changed, I know that this is for balance purposes and character identity, but is it posible for a character to change subclass, perhaps when the taken king comes out, for diversity within the fireteam)
(Scythe might be interested in becoming a Nightstalker, but he likes stabbing things too much for his own good)
(When TTK comes out we should see if the subclass match our characters' personality. For example, Saturn just rolls with it, he doesn't care too much about where he is or how he fights the darkness just that he does, he likes to be very aggressive and use his melee quite often but can be reserved. At the moment I don't know if this matches his personality)
"Pfft. Been there. Done that. Survived." Scythe growled at Arxus' warning. "I'll be going along for the ride. Don't forget, I spent more time on Luna than all of you put together. I was part of that little Vanguard offensive way back when." Scythe's Ghost projected a holomap of a Lunar complex, and he continued. "One thing. I will not attack Exile Fallen, and hopefully they won't attack us. The Exiles and I have a deal that they stay out of my way."
Avgust thumbed the local COM on the Outrageous Fortune sending out a broadcast to all members of Fireteam Argus, including Orkrim. He looked through his display, analysing the space objects as the Fireteam heads through the Asteroid Belt towards Ceres. "Fireteam Argus," Avgust started, "we are getting closer to Ceres, the fortress of the Bones of Enxor. Our job is simple, we scout the satellite and make sure that we can locate the soulcrystal which contains Enxor's soul. We need a breaching force prepared to destroy Enxor's remains. Be ready for anything. According to Eris the Hive can sense the light grow closer to it. Don't lure yourself into a false sense of security."
Avgust looked through the cockpit of his Jumpship, as he used the Outrageous Fortune's long range communication network to strengthen contact with both Fireteam Theseus and the Tower. "Fireteam Theseus, your job is vital to make sure the Bone's don't resurrect Enxor. Lead well, Arxus."
Sara listened to Arxus and nodded her head. She prepared her weapons and armour for the journey to Luna. She understood her role as support within the Fireteam, and knew very well that Arxus would expect that she provides support as soon as possible. She closed her eyes, but this wasn't visible because of her helmet as she drew in a deep breath.
Saturn sat at the helm of his hildian seeker when Petra contacted him. "A team of guardians is going through the belt to investigate the ruins of Ceres, the queen wants you there as her eyes and ears because it's on our turf." "Understood" Saturn set a course for the firearm.
Karak and the rest of Easy loaded up their gear and set the Fist on an outbound intercept course for Luna, with Ether Eater lying vacant in Hangar Five. Gabe and Echo took up pilot and nav positions, leaving Sauron's captain-chair vacant. Karak took up his normal station at pilot weapons, while the remaining members of Easy manned various turrets and prepped the troopbay. The small corvette slid into cloak as Fireteam Thesus took off, arming the ball turreted autocannons on its dorsal and ventral ridges.
Baryos moved toward the hangar where his ship was docked. He was confident, but knowing what the Hive were capable of, he shut that feeling down. He had to stay focused. He opened the hangar door, and Lia opened the glass canopy of the cockpit. He climbed into the ship, and the cockpit shut and pressurized its self. The engines warmed up, and Baryos tested all the ship components, ensuring they were in working order. He was ready to launch, and he waited on the go- ahead from Avgust.
"I know about your escapades on Luna, no need to remind me." Arxus looked up towards Scythe. "Since you know so much about that moon, how about you guide us down there? We could afford to have an extra set of eyes when we're down on the surface." The Titan paused and then nodded afterwards, in some agreeance of the statement presented by Scythe. "If the House of Exile stays out of our way, then we have no reason to attack them. We're going to Luna for the Bones, not them."
After saying what he had to say with Scythe, Arxus picked up the incoming communication message from Avgust, as Fireteam Argus was already outbound towards Ceres. Placing his left hand up, he replied within a few seconds. "You got it, boss. You stay safe out there." The word "boss" was becoming less of an authortative term and more of a sign of respect. He closed out the frequency for the time being, and addressed the crowd. "All right, we're moving out. First order of business is to map out the Hive underground. We're searching for any anomalies: strange power sources, dark spots, large congregations of Hive troops. The sooner we find these bones, the sooner we can destroy them or keep them out of Hive hands."
Docked in the hanger bay was Arxus's ship, "Aspect of Glass". The Titan clambered up the right flank of the vessel and dropped down into the open cockpit. The engines made a steady hiss as Arxus began flicking on various switches to start the ship up. The canopy cover slid shut and locked itself over the cockpit, creating an artificial atmosphere for the duration of Arxus's stay within the ship. He unlocked and removed his helmet, glaring out into the vastness of space with his own unhindered eyesight.
Varrus listened to Avgust's adress as he walked across the hanger. After days of travel, the host was finally splitting up and taking the fight to the hive. Good news indeed. The giant paced towards the far end of the hanger, and his jumpship "Draught of Nectar" resting next to a pile of fallen crates. Hoisting himself up to the top of the pile, Varrus stepped over onto the hull of his jumpship. Taking one last look around the hanger as the other guardians boarded thier own jumpships, he knelt down and tapped his fist against a circular hatch on the top of his ship's hull. The hatch beeped twice, confirming his biometric signature, before sliding apart to allow the titan to decend into his ship.
Varrus walked down the cramped hall, the air stale, but free of the stink of ether, before coming to a stop before the pilot's seat in the armoured cockpit at the centre of the craft. He eased himself into the huge chair as Vigil transmatted his weapons and helm into the ship's onboard storage vault, the items dissapearing in a flash of blue light. The titan leaned forward, working the controls of the ship until the three vid screens in front of the controls buzzed to life with feeds from the ship's external sensor pods, and the engines hummed into standby. Closing the hatch and checking that all systems were normal, the giant raised Avgust on the fireteam comms.
(Just so everyone knows, I'm going on a trip and may be able to occasionally post, but otherwise will be gone until Tuesday or so. Zippo, you have control of the Fist and its 60mm gatlings, as well as the 75mm Bofors and the 225mm cannons, and you can use Easy for dialogue and extraction support. Warboss, if you can postpone the big parts of the Plan till I return, that'd be helpful, but not recommended if it interferes or slows down the action.)
Sauron190 wrote: (Just so everyone knows, I'm going on a trip and may be able to occasionally post, but otherwise will be gone until Tuesday or so. Zippo, you have control of the Fist and its 60mm gatlings, as well as the 75mm Bofors and the 225mm cannons, and you can use Easy for dialogue and extraction support. Warboss, if you can postpone the big parts of the Plan till I return, that'd be helpful, but not recommended if it interferes or slows down the action.)
(DEM OOMIES IS PINK AND SOFT, NOT TOUGH AND GREEN LIKE DA BOYZ. DEYZ ALL THE SAME SIZE TOO, SO THEYZ ALWAYS ARGUEING ABOUT WHO'S IN CHARGE, CO'S THERE'S NO WAY OF TELLING 'CEPT FER BADGES AN' OONIFORMS AND FINGS. WHEN ONE OF THEM WANTS TO LORD IT OVER THE UVVERS, 'E SAYS. "I'M VERY SPECIAL SO'Z YOU GOTTA TO WORSHIP ME", OR "I KNOW SUMMINK WOT YOU LOT DON'T KNOW SO YOU BETTER LISSIN GOOD." DA FUNNY THING IS ARF OF 'EM BELIEVE IT AND DA OVER ARF DON'T, SO 'E 'AS TP HIT 'EM ALL ANYWAY OR RUN FER IT. WOT A LOT OF MUKKIN ABOUT IF YER ASKS ME AN' WHILE THEY'Z ARGUEING WIV EACH OTHER OVER WHO'Z DA BOSS, DA ORKZ CAN CLOBBER DA LOT.)
(I take no ownership of this truly inspirational quote.)
In a chamber, deep in the Hellmouth, the Bones of Enxor had finally reached the location of Enxor's remaining limbs. Now all they had to do was to retrieve them. The Bone Zealot stod ever vigilant, observing his Knights as they engaged in a ritual required to draw the bones out of their resting place. A Wizard suddenly approached him.
"Honored Zealot of Enxor, I have detected that servants of the Light is approaching this Moon. And they are headed for Enxor's sacred limbs, I am certain of it!"
The Bone Zealot closed his eyes. He could feel it too. Five lightwielders was closing in towards them.
"Then take a group of our finest soldiers and stop these pitiful light wielders! If it would prove to be too much for you to accomplish, and that the Guardians would become more than a nuisance, then we shall summon Kharot, the Decaying, and let his holy wrath destroy the Light users!"
The Darkbringer could feel the light growing nearer and nearer, he sensed its presence, he could not help but hate it. Seeing the need to conceal the freighter from the enemies they were so fond of the Darkbringer had ordered the ship to land in a large crater beneath the radar, and hidden from sight.
"Captain charge the weapons, shields, and jammers," the dark one spoke. The captain followed his every word without question, and as the jammers came online transmissions around the surface of the moon within a certain radius of the freighter quickly were lost. The Darkbringer rather pleased with himself walked out of the command center, he needed to know if Flint's little project was ready yet.
(Sorry, dude. I keep goofing up the name. I'll try not to in the future)
Jackdaw, along with the other members of Fireteam Theseus was approaching Exnor's stronghold, whipered about in legends. He gripped his SUROS Regime, holding onto it as if it was the thing that would let him leave alive. As time told, it would.
Arxus quickly breifed the team. He said their objective was to get the Limbs Of Enxor and kill any Hive in the way. (Please tell me I didn't misplay Arxus)
This is it, he thought. Time to forge my legend.
He glanced over at Breonn and Daron, then Sara. A symphony of anxiety played silently over the fireteam. Notes fortold of massacre and victory.
Enxor's stronghold loomed over them, like a harrowing asylum of arcana and darkness.
(Sorry, dude. I keep goofing up the name. I'll try not to in the future)
Jackdaw, along with the other members of Fireteam Theseus was approaching Exnor's stronghold, whipered about in legends. He gripped his SUROS Regime, holding onto it as if it was the thing that would let him leave alive. As time told, it would.
Arxus quickly breifed the team. He said their objective was to get the Limbs Of Enxor and kill any Hive in the way. (Please tell me I didn't misplay Arxus)
This is it, he thought. Time to forge my legend.
He glanced over at Breonn and Daron, then Sara. A symphony of anxiety played silently over the fireteam. Notes fortold of massacre and victory.
Enxor's stronghold loomed over them, like a harrowing asylum of arcana and darkness.
It was either stories or suicide.
(cue badass entering scene)
(Enxor's stronghold? Surely you must mean the Hellmouth, as fireteam Theseus is currently on Luna. Enxor's stronghold hasn't even been revealed to the guardians yet, although one can infer that it is located on Ceres.)
Scythe transmatted to the surface, landing in a cloud of dust. While he waited for the others to arrive, he found cover in a rock formation. "Ghost, stand by to transmat my Pike here." As he looked around, he growled "Good to see this shithole hasn't changed a bit."
(Zippo, something has come to mind that I would like changed for lore reasons. You said the house of exiles stays out of the way, and passes on useful info to you. This directly contradicts the lore, as Scythe is the embodiment of the three things they hate the most. He is 1) a human, 2) a guardian, and 3) a noble. The exiles, as well as most of the fallen, think of humans as a lesser race. They hate guardians in particular for killing their people and "stealing" their resources. And the house of exiles hold no respect for archons and kells to such an extent that their "nobility" consists of naught but a few barons and high servitors, and even Skolas himself considered them a lost cause. Thusly, their agreement with Scythe makes no sense, as it contradicts both their values and the lore. An easy fix for this would be to rewrite the tipoff to the humans presence at the hellmouth to a blade scout, rather than an exiled baron.)
"Guardian fireteam approaching Ceres, I will be your escort to the dwarf planet, as this is the Queen's domain." (Anyone confused by the update, hakke has one less scope and tighter base stats, omolon has one less stat choice but an extra perk choice, and Suros has one less perk but has two trees of two stat mods😕)
Warboss75 wrote: (Zippo, something has come to mind that I would like changed for lore reasons. You said the house of exiles stays out of the way, and passes on useful info to you. This directly contradicts the lore, as Scythe is the embodiment of the three things they hate the most. He is 1) a human, 2) a guardian, and 3) a noble. The exiles, as well as most of the fallen, think of humans as a lesser race. They hate guardians in particular for killing their people and "stealing" their resources. And the house of exiles hold no respect for archons and kells to such an extent that their "nobility" consists of naught but a few barons and high servitors, and even Skolas himself considered them a lost cause. Thusly, their agreement with Scythe makes no sense, as it contradicts both their values and the lore. An easy fix for this would be to rewrite the tipoff to the humans presence at the hellmouth to a blade scout, rather than an exiled baron.)
(Thanks for pointing that out. I forgot about the Exiles being complete a-holes like that. Here are my ideas for how the word got out.
Someone shouted "Incoming" just in time for Scythe to see the airborne Acolyte, draw his own Shock Swords, and raise them skyward. The incredibly unlucky Acolyte landed on the end of the blade, spewing ash from it's wound. Scythe then used the other Blade to hack it's head off, and went about removing his blade from the corpse's chest.
Jackdaw had activated his Arc Blade and was going ham on a horde of Acolytes, lightning danced from the discharged bodies. He was suddenly up against a knight, cleaver raised to cripple him. He braced for the pain.
The knight suddenly screamed in pain, dual shock blades through his chest. The monster fell to ash, revealing Scythe behind it.
"I hate these motherfuckers." Scythe growled as he stepped over the dead Knight. "Jackdaw, a word of advice. Drop the Cleaver Knights from a distance. It's safer that way." At that moment, a Wizard floated out of one of the passageways. Scythe dove for cover and drew his Scorch Cannon. "Watch and learn, rookies." he shouted to the others as he drew a bead on the Hive monster.
Following the Wizard was three Knights and a horde of Thrall. Just as Scythe fired his Scorch Cannon, one of the Knights put his Wall of Darkness up in front of the Wizard, protecting her from the blast. The Wizard then emerged from cover, and oddly, she shouted at Fireteam Theseus in human language.
Scythe's Ghost watched the smoldering remains of the Wizard crash to the ground. < Ooh, BURN! >
Just then, a static-filled radio transmission crackled over the fireteam's comms. "Orkirim? Say again your last." Scythe muttered as another Knight charged him, only to get shot in the head by his Scorch Cannon. The monster thrashed around, igniting some Thrall that were unfortunate enough to get in it's way.
"Scythe?" Orkrim responded to the vague answer. "Scythe, is that you? Hello? Does anybody read?" No response.
"Shit, shit, shit," Orkrim muttered. "Ghost, try to find what's jamming us." The Ghost chirped, and started running a scan. Meanwhile, Orkrim opened the comms channel with Argus. "Avgust," he radioed, "I can't contact Theseus. My scans are blind, too. It's as if the entire Hellmouth is jammed."
An Acolyte charged toward Daron and bashed with him, making Daron's Crusader I slip from his hands. He landed at a little distance from the Acolyte. "Crap", he muttered in his breath. He took out his Epitaph 2261 and shot it at the charging Knight's shoulder, but it still continued at him. he then took out his blade, and ran at the Acolyte and stabbed him at the heart. The Knight fell down, dead. Daron retrieved his Crusader I and shot the Hive at the head to assure it's dead.
Flint stood rather impressed with himself next to the three repurposed pikes, they were gained from raiding the Fallen house of Winter on Venus a while back. It had taken Flint months to repair the damage caused by Lucky during their engagement with the Fallen, but he had done it and that was what mattered.
The Darkbringer entered the room impressed with the work that Flint had finished, "So this was what you were working on in between missions?" the dark one spoke.
"Yup, took me 6 months too." Flint replied as he tightened a bolt on one of the pikes.
"Are they ready for use?" the dark one asked.
"Sure," Flint responded.
"Rendezvous with the rest of the cultists outside the hellmouth, bring the pikes with you for some extra fire support."
Meanwhile just a few kilometers outside of the Hellmouth, Splinter gazed through the binoculars. What he saw astonished him, the guardians were already making their moves which meant he and his men were behind schedule. And from what he saw the guardians had quite a few fireteam memebers backing them up, if the cultists were to ever catch the jump on them they would nee the Darkbringer.
A Knight charged toward Daron and bashed with him, making Daron's Crusader I slip from his hands. He landed at a little distance from the Knight. "Crap", he muttered in his breath. He took out his Broken Truth and shot it at the charging Knight's shoulder, but it still continued at him. he then took out his blade, and ran at the Knight and stabbed him at the heart. The Knight fell down, dead. Daron retrieved his Crusader and shot the Knight at the head to assure he's dead.
(Didn't Jackdaw kill the Knight with the help of Scythe?)
Following down the rest of his fireteam into the Hellmouth, Arxus was already barking out orders to keep things efficent and clean. Slinging out his Vision of Confluence, the solar rounds made short work of any unarmored targets who may have been brave. "They know we're here already! We're fighting our way into that Hellmouth right damn now!" He shouted again, index finger constantly hammering back the trigger on his scout rifle. Acolytes fell like dominos to the wind, and Arxus was already doing pretty well for just getting there.
A Hive Knight targeted the Theseus commander's position, swiping down with a large cleaver. Thanks to a reinforced arc shield, Arxus was unable to deal any damage and found himself scrambling aside. Bounding from his roll, he leapt onto the Knight's shoulders and jammed a Storm Fist right into the back of its neck.
(I invite ever currently active player on the thread to inspect Inquisitor's wall. Those that have not already seen the points made concerning Sauron are encouraged to state their opinions on said points on the wall.)
Arxus jammed his hand into the Knight's exposed spine, and generated an intense voltage of arc energy through the skeletal structure. The Knight was quite literally shocked to death, exploding into marrow dust. The Titan leapt off the collapsing Knight and scooped up his cleaver. The blade resonated with darkness but he'd only use it for a short while. Holstering his rifle, Arxus took both hands and grasped the Cleaver's handle, gripping it tight. He focused on the still approaching horde that raced out from the Hellmouth in an attempt to impede Fireteam Theseus's progress. "They're just here to slow us down. Gun them all down." Arxus charged forward and swung his cleaver in a horizontal motion, cleaving a Thrall's head clean off.
(75, you have good points, but we can't necessarily deal with all of them right now. Also, why wait till I'm gone to talk about all this? Be open about it, man. Besides, he's not coming back, since you'll all bust a gut. In fact, I'll just leave now, if you feel like hiding your problems when I'm around. Goodbye and good luck. I'm not angry. Just dissapointed.)
(I made these points when you were gone not because I wanted to make them behind your back in fact I and a friend had planned much of this out before. I posted them in your absence because I wanted to make sure that Inquisitor was okay with stagnation on the thread. Plus I wanted to hear every one else's opinion on the points I was going to make public to the thread before you saw it, because I know that it took every player from HoS RP to convince you to change your ways.
And yes the problems can be dealt with now, if you're to lazy to deal with the issues you've caused then I'll have no sympathy for you if you leave.)
(Ok. Step One. Sauron's only died once. Karak's a stand-in, and the only reason he's still around is because I haven't thought of a good way to get rid of him. Sauron's backstory's kind of constantly evolving, and TBH I'd be fine with considering all of his pre-Collapse background from HoS non-canon. Step Two: the Fist's guns are just a randomized up-calibering of the guns found on AC-130 gunships. There's only three of them, and they're ground-support weapons, not built for ship-to-ship combat. Easy's not an army, it's ten weak-butt Exos. The only way they were able to overpower those three were for narrative purposes, and in fact they're pretty weak. Besides, I'm pretty convinced that if you feel an "intervention" is necessary, and that I'm the only real problem keeping you from enjoying yourselves, then I'll just fix these issues, have my characters go back to Earth, write a short epilogue post, and leave. But if you want to approach me honestly and with some amount of decency, then please do so, instead of acting like I need "help". It's an RP, not reality TV.
(Listen Sauron all we ask is that you change you ways again, because last time wasn't enough. You toned down references last time although some of your current ones break cannon, now we want you to make your creations more balanced. And if you think I was indecent, and dishonest simply because I wanted to clear things with the GM before stagnating the thread then kindly revaluate your thought process.)
(Listen Sauron, each of 75's points is fair and reasonable. The majority of us have been barely tolerating the unbalanced, lore defying stuff you counjer every few posts. So now, our patience has come to an end, and the first of us to get fed up is speaking out. You are now presented with a choice: Change what we suggusted, and quit repeating the cycle, or leave and RP elsewhere. I'm not going to rage at you and demand you vacate the thread, and I'm not going to tearfully cling to your arm and beg you to stay. It's your choice. If the cons outweigh the pros, the door is open, we're not blocking it, nor are we forcing you out at gunpoint. If your style of roleplaying clashes too much with our own, then there are undoubtly communities of others like you out there, adrift amongst the interwebs. Or, if you truely love his group too much to leave, then accept that you will have to make some drastic changes to your creations and roleplaying style to remain accepted. Again, I'm not urging you one way or the other, but we're all sick of the path you have continued to tread despite our numerous complaints. So quit threating and complaining, man up, think it over, and decide for yourself: Is it worth it?)
As Scythe aimed his Scorch Cannon at the approaching Thrall horde, he heard an odd buzzing click and smelled something like burnt waffles. Bits of Knight armor had managed to find their way into the weapon, disabling it until he could clean it out.
There was no time for that, so Scythe drew Super Good Advice and started hammering away at the approaching Thrall. He aimed mainly for the Cursed Thrall within the group, their detonations killing more Hive via friendly fire.
(In local noob news, I activated Ward of Dawn in the Vault, immediately followed by my teammates gasping "How did he make that shield?", and only one of them could explain that I was a Titan, and "Titans can do that.")
"Our scouts have reported that our first line of defence has fallen. We can atleast take solace in that the cowardly Knight who ordered the retreat has fallen to the Guardians. Make sure you are ready to summon Kharot." It was the Bone Zealot who spoke.
"Of course honored Zealot of Enxor.", the Wizard replied.
"If he were dying, he wouldn't have bothered to carve AARGH!" Scythe laughed as he closed with the now-mute Knight. He fired more shots from his Wire Rifle, striking it in the shoulders and legs. The Hunter then drew his Shock Swords and lopped off the monster's head. "Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him once" he chuckled as he threw the head over his shoulder.
While Fireteam Theseus believed that the Hive were gone, a few Thralls had stayed behind. Said Thralls had climbed to the roof of the chamber, and upon seeing Scythe gunning down one of their leaders, they jumped down on him, knocking him down. Before anyone could react, the Thralls were all over them.
"SCYTHE!" yelled Jackdaw, in horror. The Thrall ate at his armor, struggling to reach his flesh. He quickly took out his shock blades and cut at any Thrall within reach, careful not to hurt Scythe. Their wasn't many, so cleanup didn't take long. Scythe, due to his armor, was safe, but his cloak was in rags and tatters.
Inquisitor01 wrote: While Fireteam Theseus believed that the Hive were gone, a few Thralls had stayed behind. Said Thralls had climbed to the roof of the chamber, and upon seeing Scythe gunning down one of their leaders, they jumped down on him, knocking him down. Before anyone could react, the Thralls were all over them.
"Thanks, Jackdaw." Scythe said as he got to his feet. He held the remains of his cloak in his hands, slowly boiling over in a fit of rage. He walked over to where a Thrall was barely alive, and proceeded to beat it to death with the butt of his Wire Rifle. After a few minutes, his Ghost transmatted an old Makeshift Scarf onto his neck. < Better? >
Splinter and the rest of his men had just finished setting up the tripods for their heavy weapons, the ambush was ready. Flint's pikes were in position, as well as the marksman which lied above on the cliffs edge, one thing was certain. A guardian would die today.
Splinter received a transmission from the Darkbringer shortly after he had briefed his men on what they were to do, "Splinter are the guns in place?" the dark one spoke.
"Yes my lord," Splinter continued, "The guardians are as good as dead."
"I will be arriving shortly I just need to..." the dark one's speech was interrupted by scream of agonizing pain and the transmission cut.
The vision of the past swirled around him, it tore through reality until all the dark one saw was his past. He screamed in horror, "Not Again!" his voice was made up of many others.
Lakshmi-2 held a data slate on his hand, "The salvage report sir," the titan said as he handed the slate to the exo.
"I see your team was successful in their mission Argastes," Lakshmi said to the titan.
"We couldn't have done it without him sir," the titan said as he pointed towards a very familiar face. The darkbringer new that the warlock he was seeing was indeed his past self. A hunter wearing full FWC colors stepped into the room and greeted Argastes, "Enough chit chat when are we going back out into the field?" she asked.
"Kiera I already have our next mission planned out we'll be heading to Venus," Argastes said.
"What for?" the dark one's past self spoke.
"You three will be sent to Ishtar academy to retrieve some golden age data," Lakshmi-2 said.
The reality around the darkbringer changed once more, and he saw his past self reading silken codexes in the tower. Kiera happened to notice him and walked up towards the warlock, "Always with the books," she spoke, "Why don't you have some fun on you're spare time?" she spoke as she grabbed the warlocks arm.
The past self shrugged her away and said, "I read these because I must," the past self continued, "The more I learn about the darkness from Hive lore the more prepared we'll be when we have to face it in all out war."
"Suit yourself," the hunter replied and walked away. His past self simply reopened the silken codex and kept reading.
Vessel Of War wrote: (In local noob news, I activated Ward of Dawn in the Vault, immediately followed by my teammates gasping "How did he make that shield?", and only one of them could explain that I was a Titan, and "Titans can do that.")
Arxus finished with lopping off the head of an Acolyte, leaving the Hive forces to waste before the fireteam. He quickly tossed away the Cleaver, which had cracked under the pressure of his Light. He took a hefty sigh and stared over the rest of his fireteam, before pulling his scout rifle back out. "Everyone okay? It seemed like we managed to ward off their first line of defense." The chamber grew quiet, save for distant screams of horrors that dwelled deeper in the Hellmouth. Arxus stared around for a good while, making sure it was all clear. It seemed to be. He motioned forward, gesturing that caution be made as they delve further into Luna.
Scythe looked around at the rest of the fireteam. While Jackdaw had proved his skill, he still knew next to nothing abou the others, which made him nervous. He reloaded Super Good Advice and switched on his night vision. "This low-light vision is similar to how the Fallen see in the dark. Sending specs to your Ghosts."
As Fireteam Theseus delved deeper into the Hellmouth, the Bones of Enxor were struggling to locate the limb of their silenced god. The room they were in had only one entrance- a large, nearly pitch black chamber. Various collapsed columns here and there. Deposits of black, pulsating Hive barnacles were lit by dim, green, sword- like crystals. The remaining Spawn of Eir, a few Wizards, Acolyte, and Thrall, were forced to remove the larger pieces of stone to make way for a ritual of unknown potency...
(Can you calm yourselves. Spasibo. I needed to take time off to readjust my schedule. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
Avgust tapped his COMMs, listening to his team respond that they were ready to deploy. He looked at the surface of Ceres, furrowing his brow as he raised Orkrim and Eris on the COMM. "Orkrim, I need a deep scan of the base under Ceres. Once that is done, I need you to send them to Eris so she can run an analysis on it. Eris, I need you to give me an idea where he need to go to find Enxor's Soulcrystal. «Spasibo.»"
He flipped off his COMM as he increased his throttle around the satellite. He checking the long range communication to Fireteam Theseus, listening to Orkrim as he said he lost the other Fireteam. "Come on, Arxus." Avgust muttered, "keep them safe."
Sara looked around, reloading her Pulse Rifle. She walked closer to Arxus, keeping her rifle at the ready in case there was another Hive assault. "I'm not getting anything from Fireteam Argus, sir." She quietly said, "I'm guessing it is because we are so deep underground, but it wouldn't hurt to try to communicate with them."
She looked below into the darkness, hearing the numerous Hive bodies running around below. She shivered, as her Ghost appeared by her side. "At least before we drown ourselves in ash, sir."
The dark chamber was filled with the Hive's shrieking. As the Bone Wizard killed the last of the the Hellmouth dwellers, she came to settle between two glassy, black, pools of water, used by some Hive to travel. Bone Thralls and Acolytes piled up in the corners of the room. A cry rang out in the room, as a Vestige flared to life, singeing the stones around it.
Fireteam Theseus was shocked to see a notice appear in the lower corner of their HUDs. Calibrated to notify of Vestiges placed by Wakers of Crota, the function still remained in the software of the Guardian's HUDs. However, the Wakers were ALL dead. As was Crota.
[A Waker has summoned a Vestige!], the notice read.
Arxus placed his hand to his helmet, muffling outside noise to listen to the communication line. There was nothing but static playing. "They were expecting us." Arxus began to speak. "The Bones of Enxor probably have jamming devices set up all over the Hellmouth. There's no way we'd be able to locate all of them before they seize the bone piece." The Titan lowered and aimed his scout rifle into the blinding darkness ahead. "Looks like we're on our own now." With his fireteam behind him, Arxus descended further into the Hive underground. The sounds of Thralls and Knights echoed through the hollowed tunnels that ran beneath Luna. The Bones were close now, this he knew.
Before long, Theseus found themselves in a pitch black chamber, somewhere beneath Luna's surface. The only source of light was a few Hive crystals, but even then they did little to illuminate the replete darkness of the room. The scowls of Hive creatures eminated from within. It was from there that Arxus could see many Hive troops attempting to breach through a collapsed wall. "Everyone hide!" He whispered then, concealing himself behind a larger stone. "Lights out." Grim turned off his built-in flashlight, as Arxus switched to the nightvision program that Scythe provided.
"Looks like they're preparing some sort of ritual." Arxus peered over the rock just a bit. "For what, I don't know. Scythe, how fast can you get a Walker down here? Maybe if we catch them off-guard, we can kill them all before they even know what's happening." Arxus nodded to himself and lowered back behind the rock. "C-8's going to be loud. They'll know we're here."
(Firedrag: Took you long enough. We were all bored half to death.
Accolyte: Sauron usually writes himself and his creations out of the story when leaving, rather than throwing up his arms and walking away without a word. So I dont think he's left...yet. Perhaps He's still enjoying his vacation, or perhaps he's actually thinking over what I suggusted. Either way, it's unlike him to leave without saying anything.)
Scythe rolled his eyes. "I was just taking some measurements. In case you haven't noticed, my Ketch isn't in orbit around this rock. It would take hours to get a Walker down here." He peered through the crystal wall. "I vote we hide for now. Then we kill them all."
Varrus stared through the datascreens that served as a substitute for windows aboard the draught of nectar, reguarding ceres, or what remained of it, through the feed from his ship's outside sensor pods. The once noble planetoid was little more than a shadow of it's former self. Assuming the legends were to be believed, this was once the largest object in the belt, huge and round and gleaming. Now, it was naught but a large astorid, jagged, surrounded by debris, and honycombed with half exposed fallen habitats; wolf dens. This seemed to confirm the talk coming from those guardians who drifted in from the reef: the awoken had fought a long war against the house of wolves, and this was where they had struck thier first blow.
Something lingered here. A shadow, an imprint of the power that had torn apart this planetoid and broken the house of wolves strength. Whatever power the Queen had brought to bear, it decimated the wolves so utterly that they had abandoned ceres and all they had stored there, this much was obvious from the cloud of supplies drifing with the rubble. That the fallen had not even bothered to return to strip this place clean spoke measures as to the fear instilled into them by the scatter.
Turning his mind to the situation at hand, the titan spoke up when Avgust was finished.
"Not to render your point moot Liutenant, but the hive fortress is likely located deep beneath the surface, and those old fallen hideouts could likely provide us with an effective means of slipping past the hive's outermost defences and give us the elmement of suprise."
The giant waited for the vanguard's response. He was merely offering his tacical advice, not trying to userp the chain of command. And after all, if Avgust wished for a frontal assault, Varrus would certainly not be one to object...
As Kiera walked away the vision began to fade, the darkbringer collapsed onto his knees from what he had just seen. My old fire team I saw them, but how? He thought to himself, They perished on Venus by my hand I swear of it.
"ARRHH!!!," the dark one roared as he slammed his fists onto his desk.
"You didn't have to die," he spoke sadly as he held up a picture of the three of them hanging around the tower back in his youth, "But you got in my way of creating the new golden age and for that..."
The darkbringer never brought himself to finish the sentence he simply took the photo from the desk and put it in his pocket. He then proceeded to walk towards the hangar were his sparrow awaited him.
Scythe crouched behind a collapsed pillar as he peered through the dark at the crystal wall, trying to make out what the Hive were doing on the other side. His night vision was extremely good, but the crystals distorted so much of the light that he couldn't tell for sure what they were up to. All the Hunter knew was that it was nothing good.
The Wizard sonsed the cowards of the Light behind a crystalline wall. She was sickened by the mere feeling of their presence.Halfassedly, and without aim, she slung a few Darkness Blasts toward the wall. One of them struck, but merely cracked the barricade. This further obscured Scythe's view, but didn't harm him. The rest flew off and petered out in various places. However, the Light was the least of her worries.
The pools of water began to churn, bubbling loudly, a horrendous smell pouring out of the murk. Realizing that the Light ones may call for help, she summoned a heavy cloud of Darkness with a shriek and a raised claw. Harmless... but it would jam their communications.
Now, she waited for them to enter the room to begin the final phase of the Ritual of Decay.
Scythe watched as the crystal wall shook from the Darkness blasts. "Clever girl" he muttered as he held a C8 charge in his hand for a few seconds. When it began to crackle with Arc energy, he primed it and threw it at the wall, quickly ducking down to avoid the blast. "Det charge out!"
All Arxus could do at the time was watch through the crystal glass, watching as the Hive began their ritual to summon some unearthly abomination. Or so he figured. It wasn't entirely uncommon for the Hive to breed dangerous creatures in the depths of the Hellmouth. The methods may differ now, but the results were the same. It was a trap and Theseus was walking straight into it. The Hive was about to be stirred. "We need to get through this wall and stop them." Knowing that their presence was already known by the Bones, Arxus backed away from his cover and aimed towards the wall with his Gjallarhorn.
As Scythe threw out his C8 det charge, Arxus waited until it exploded against the wall. The arc explosion ruptured the crystal structre tremendously, and Arxus provided a follow-up with rockets. Mere seconds following the explosion, the Titan launched off a Gjallarhorn rocket at the epicenter of the cracks, forcing the wall to shatter almost instantaneously. "Theseus, move out!" He yelled.
Avgust listened to Varrus, before continuing: "That was what I had been considering, Varrus. However, I doubt that the sentients of the Bones would allow too many Fallen Hideouts to be uncovered. This is why we need Orkrim to run a scan, and for Eris to deduct the safest chambers. We need a safe way in, «tovarisch»."
Svarog looked at Avgust as the COMM's display suddenly flashed, warning the Vanguard of an incoming message. He looked at the bearing of the message, finding that it originated from a source drawing close to the vector of the Fireteam's. He sighed, checking the security of it before deducing it was from one of the Queen's Guards. He tapped it, before introducing himself. "«Privyet, Tovarish». This is Avgust Boris, a Vanguard Lieutenant from the City. What do you want?"
Sara followed Arxus through the hole quickly, hitting the Thrall closest to her as the explosion that happened overhead lightened the chambers. She lifted her Pox Pulse Rifle, firing several bursts at incoming Acolytes and Thrall. A force barrier soon took form over her shape, protecting her from the weapon fire of the Hive. As her Pulse Rifle clicked empty, she holstered her weapon and drew her Fusion Rifle.
Charging and expelling several shots from the Fusion Rifle, Sara looked up towards the Wizard she had reason to believe was in charge of the Bones in the area. "Arxus, that Wizard! It is starting a ritual!"
Orkrim steered his Jumpship closer to the moon. Luckily, he thought, the Hive don't have any form of air force. I'd be blown to bits when sitting still so close to Ceres. Eventually, he decided that he was close enough and stopped the ship. "Beginning deep scan now, Avgust. This may take a while."
As data slowly began streaming in, Orkrim sat back and felt relieved to have legs once again. But then, he spotted something coming from Ceres' horizon. It was a small vehicle, maybe half as large as an ordinary Jumpship. It was a cracked gray, covered in milky-white scales, like plates of bone - it was exactly what Orkrim feared it was.
"Oh no," he stuttered, "No no no no no!" He opened the comm channel with Argus. "The Hive have ships, and they're incoming! Cover me, I need to finish this scan!"
Chorrin smacked his hand against his forehead. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he grumbled. "Why can't it ever just be simple?"
Scythe shouldered Super Good Advice and nonchalantly walked through the hole. Several Hive had been shredded by the crystal shrapnel, but more charged at him. He grabbed a Projection Grenade and hurled it into a mass of the monsters that were standing in the Darkness cloud, incinerating them.
The Wizard shrieked, the loudest of all the Hive in the room. The underlings ceased their approach, and receded. She knew what was to come on this day... her power would be remembered as martyrous!
She hurled herself into the Vestige, and as the fire flared it turned to an ungodly white that blinded everything in the room except the Guardians. She was incinerated. The final phase of the ritual was completed. As the Vestige cooled, it slowly turned to a light purple shade. Everything was completely silent.
Then a bellowing roar rang through the cavernous chamber. The pools of water splashed high into the sky, and dozens of enormous bones and hunks of flesh poured out of the water, swirling around the Vestige like a tornado. Once it almost could not be seen through, the bones shot toward the Vestige. At the same time, pieces of flesh assembled on them. Legs. A torso. Arms. Finally, the skull piece moved into position.
Kharot, the Decaying, roared in his maniacal rage. He stood in the center of the Vestige, large enough for him to walk around in. It flared again, as his eye glowed purple. An enormous void beam almost incinerated the Guardians, had they not moved it would have.
Kharot's arm fell off. However, the Vestige propelled the limb back to its rightful place.
Scythe popped up and opened fire with Super Good Advice. He aimed for the monster's throat, or what was left of it, hoping to damage something vital. The stench from the undead monster was awful, even making it through the filters in his helmet.
After the crystal wall was blasted open, Arxus immediately led the charge and started gunning down any Hive within the vicinity. The solar rounds of his scout rifle proved more than effective against the dry and diseased skin of the Hive troopers. Several acolytes were immediately reduced to dust in the first few seconds. However, the present wizard seemed to immediately throw herself into the Vestige. That's when the fun truly began. A horrid abomination was formed from bone and flesh, and presented Theseus with yet another obstacle to face. "Oh shit." Arxus muttered as he scrambled for cover, narrowly avoiding the Ogre's mind blasts.
"Everyone! Focus fire on that Ogre and take it the hell down!" Arxus barked out orders, as he shielded himself once the void beams struck against his cover. The Titan looked around the room and planned a movement strategy; going anywhere near the Ogre was suicide, so the team had to go around it. "Whatever you do, stay out of that thing's way. We have to keep moving and find a weak point for this thing." After the Ogre stopped firing, Arxus peeked out of cover and took a couple shots.
Scythe unloaded the rest of the belt into an armpit, causing the Ogre to roar in pain. Rather than reload, he shouldered his Scorch Cannon and fired a shot into the decaying monster's head. The Ogre thrashed around, burning and roaring wildly, while Scythe again dove for cover.
The flames crept over the rotting flesh of Kharot. The odor that poured from the flesh was somewhere between bacon, vomit, and feces. The smell, however, acted like incense to the Hive in the room. They felt stronger, braver, and began banding together and sprinted at the Guardians in cover.
In the Vestige, the rage of Kharot reached a boiling point. He bellowed, and rushed out of the Vestige. He swiped at the Guardian's cover as he sprinted, nearly trampling Arxus. Several previously viable cover points had been reduced to rubble. His anger somewhat sated, he returned to the Vestige.
Scythe was nearly gutted by a Thrall that lept over his cover, only to impale itself on a hastily raised Shock Blade. The Hunter applied his foot to the monster's chest, removing the blade in a puff of ash. "Fuck this." he growled as he skewered another Thrall. "Everyone, fall back!"
The Ogre realized the Light wielders were attempting to flee. This angered him. They thought they could just leave! The audacity... his stomach gurgled and churned. He bellowed, and suddenly belched, spreading a layer of sticky bile and more odor around the room. He'd trapped them... temporarily. He turned his eye to the only exit not fully behind him, charging his laser. He fired a heavy blast just above the crystalline wall, and a large stone covered the exit with a loud crack.
Whether they really were trying to escape or not, there was no way without going through him.
The darkbringer entered the hangar now devoid of most cultists, he then made his way into a smaller sub room, the smell of oil hung in the air. He slowly took the tarp off of his sparrow, and gently wiped the dust off of it. But something was wrong he could sense it near, the light it lingered faintly beneath the surface of the moon. He hated the feeling of his counterparts from being just outside of his grasp put it would not be that way for long.
The dark one then made his way towards where splinter and the cultists were positioned, it did not take long for the speed of his jet bike to cross the rugged landscape. As he came into view of the cultists he hit the brakes making sure to turn hard towards the left to prevent a collision with his subordinates. The sparrow stopped just in front of Splinter, as its thrusters ceased their propulsion of the craft.
Splinter was rather impressed that the dark one hadn't rammed into him, setting trivial matters aside he then told him of their current status, "My lord we have done as you've commanded, our cultist remain ever vigilant over every exit of the hellmouth," he paused. "Well on the surface that is."
"And what of our reserves?" replied the darkbringer.
"They are awaiting further orders back on the freighter," Splinter continued. "The transports are all prepared thrusters, weapons, and all."
"Excellent work now all we need is patience and time." The dark one said as the cultists waited eagerly for the servants of the light to reveal there presence on the surface of Luna.
Arxus rolled out of cover, narrowly avoiding fragments of moon rock; his cover was blown apart by the Ogre, but the Titan quickly moved into another adjacent cover and returned fire with a Gjallarhorn rocket. Minimizing his presence, he quickly reloaded the rocket launcher. He grimaced and glared over his cover, watching the Ogre return to the Vestige. He noticed that the Ogre had purposefully taken out a few more points of cover, limiting Theseus's room to move. Scythe's plan for retreat quickly failed as the creature destroyed their only exit. A plan had to be made and quickly.
He noticed how the Ogre seemed to always stay around the Vestige. This made Arxus get an idea in his head. He shouted towards Scythe and the members of Theseus. "I have an idea! Focus all your fire on the ground that the Ogre's standing on!"
(Hey Warboss, I'm going to say something really nitpicky, and I don't want to be mean, but this has been bugging me a bit since you first made your account.
Since you now have an account, you can go back and edit your posts. Not sure if you knew that. My reason for saying this is that your posts have a history of inconsistency with capitalization and in some cases, spelling. I don't want you to take this as "Oh, Accolyte's hating on me for not always having perfect grammar!" It's not that. It's just that I would appreciate you, perhaps, proofread in- character posts before sending them. I'm not saying to root out every single solid error, I'm saying that you should take steps to strengthen and engage the RP with neat, finished-looking posts.)
(Thank you for your honesty, I guess I'll return the favor.
Yeah, to be honest I've known that users with accounts can edit posts, and I have proofread some of my posts its just that I'm not very keen on seeing most of my own grammar issues. Spelling isn't to much of a problem most of the time, again thank you for bringing this to my attention I'll be sure to edit my posts more often from now on.)
"Sure thing, boss." Scythe muttered as he readied a Projection Grenade and activated his invisibility. He crept to within throwing range of the Vestige and hurled the incendiary device. The platform was bathed in flame, and the Ogre roared in agony as flames burned it's feet. Still invisible, Scythe activated his climbing grips and began to climb the wall.
(Well, seeing as he can sense light, I'd say you have about 5 seconds to get off the wall before being roasted.)
Kharot noticed that one of the Guardians had moved out of cover. He could not see it. But this one's power was very open, certainly in use. He'd thrown another fiery grenade, filling the room with enough odor to topple an Indian Elephant. Kharot turned his attention away from the other Guardians attempting to locate the invisible one. Upon locating him, he charged and shot a broad eye laser at the Guardian.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Scythe shouted as he Blinked away. He managed to dodge most of the blast, but his armor was still singed. He swatted at his smoldering cloak as he primed and threw an Arc grenade, adding lightning to the mix.
The Arc Grenade bounced off the abomination's arm, directly onto the center of his chest. It exploded, vaporizing the flesh in that region. Kharot was sent off balance, reeling to stay standing. The hole in his chest burned. It would take a while for that to replace itself.
Hearing the damage done by his Arc Grenade, Scythe drew his Scorch Cannon and darted from cover. He lined up a shot on the hole in the Ogre's chest, which still crackled with Arc energy, and pulled the trigger. The incendiary rocket struck the Ogre, immolating it once more.
(I did not design an ULTRA class enemy to be killed quickly. But soon enough.)
Kharot, the Decaying was nearly lost. Though his odor grew stronger, his opponents grew no weaker. However, the one who had burned him had not returned to cover. He charged up his strongest eye beam, and released an unfathomably bright laser to move at Scythe so fast, it burned his arm. He had only gotten out of the way in time to avoid a direct hit. His cape was singed.
Kharot, however, may have taken the greater toll. His eye was no longer useful- it had been burned severely by his own attack. His self inflicted pain caused him so much fury that he ran around the room, smashing columns and rocks. He unthinkingly picked up the rocks near the crystal wall and hurled them at the Vestige. The brick ground was unseated, and the Vestige sputtered out.
Kharot had caused himself to destroy his only lifesource. Whether the Light grew dim or not, he would die.
Scythe roared in pain as he activated his invisibility and dove for cover for what seemed like the 50th time. Ducking behind a collapsed pillar, he quickly applied a medkit to his arm and used his good arm to draw and charge his Wire Rifle. He rested the barrel on the pillar, taking his time to line up a shot at the nearly dead Ogre.
Scythe fired three shots from his Wire Rifle in quick sucession, striking the Ogre in its throat wound. The beast gurgled and stumbled, exhausted and nearly dead. Scythe drew his Scorch Cannon, which was down to its last two shots, and fired.
( Jesus, you guys are so impatient. Relax. Not everyone can post whenever they want to.)
Arxus popped out from behind a large rock formation and aimed down the sights of his Gjallarhorn. The Ogre was already reeling from pain, both self inflicted and not, so it would be easy to take it out for good. The constant beeping of the lock on mechanism became prevelant. The Titan sighed and then fired off a single rocket that would have homed in straight into the Ogre's chest cavity. The intense heat from solar rounds melded with Scythe's Scorch Cannon shots and nigh obliterated the abomination's presence entirely.
(Sorry, I have still been busy. Also, Zero, I replied to Varrus. If you want to check that out.)
Avgust swore loudly in his native tongue, something that Saturn surely wouldn't understand. He looked back down to the COMM and closed it, re-establishing connections with his Fireteam. He slammed on the throttle as the Outrageous Fortune slipped into ludicrous speeds. He targeted the Hive-controlled ship, warming up his point-defense array as he cooled his afterburners. Slowing down behind the Hive ship, he slowly clenched the triggers on the joystick, charging his powerful Pulse Cannon at the front of his ship. Targetting the ship, his Cannon achieved a lock on it as his display began relaying the information to him.
The cannon proceeded to fire several pulse beams at the Hive ship, tearing apart its boney hull as a green unworldly fire consumed it. The ship blew apart, as soon several other Hive ships scattered to the location. Avgust openned the COMM's again: "«Blin»! Scatter Argus! Find a target and take it out before they take us out!"
Sara groaned, hitting back an Acolyte as the last void energy surge acting as her force barrier ceased. She dropped a cartridge from her fusion rifle, as she again holstered it on her hip; looking up at the beast of th Ogre being consumed in a fiery rage from Arxus' Gjallerhorn. She removed her own rocket laucher, looking around for the Wizard that had been there moments earlier. Her Ghost helped her scan through the Darkness, trying to find the familiar shape of the Bones Wizard.
The burning Ogre provided enough light that Scythe could just barely make out the form of a Wizard floating in a corner. He lined up a shot with his Wire Rifle, and hammered round after round into the monster. She wasn't dead, but Sara and the others could take her out easily now.
( Pretty sure the Wizard killed itself to summon the Ogre. )
Arxus launched another Gjallarhorn rocket into the Ogre, before ducking behind cover to reload. Given that the abomination was on it's last legs now, he doubted that it would live for more than a minute at this point. Maybe it would attempt some last ditch effort to cause harm, but it was already decomposing at a rapid rate. Arxus carefully slid open the chamber of his Gjallarhorn and loaded in another rocket, before snapping it shut. The rocket launcher whirred to life and Arxus turned out of cover again to aim.
(Indeed, the Wizard committed suicide to summon Kharot.)
The Ogre was numb, down to his last sliver of energy. Wolfpack Rounds and flames ate his sides. Mounting for one final attack. he moved to the center of the room. He mounted all his rage.
His hands slammed into the ground with unbelievable power. The entire chamber shook, the walls cracked, and the ceiling began to fall in. This room was closer to the Hellmouth than expected, as the crumbling wall revealed. At once, Kharot's odor cleared, refreshing the Guardians. Light poured in on Kharot, showing in just how bad of a condition he was.
Flesh slowly melted off his bones, his arm falling off once again. He bellowed with fury. A stray Gjallahorn rocket hit him in the spine. He landed in one of the inky black water pools, trying to escape. However, Scythe's final Scorch Cannon shot incinerated his muscles. He was finally dead. His rotten flesh melted, and his bones were swept into the dust.
A giant rock landed in the center of the room, indicating that it was time to go.
(Before you guys exit the Hellmouth I suggest we make sure that everyone in fireteam Theseus is active. This way everyone can participate in the imminent ambush, unlike the fight between the guardians and Kahrot where only Zippo and Arxus killed the beast.)
(Apoligies for sounding impatient, but it was nothing but back and forth between Accolyte and Zippo for a while. Could you two refrain from doing that in the future so others have time to post please?)
Zand had just received the message when a green ray of light zipped by in front of him. He shifted around the cockpit, trying every available viewport to find the intruder. This went on for a while, nothing but a straight path, the drone of the engine, and the darkness of the void. That's when he saw it. A small craft maybe 3 meters long, tall as a closet and narrow as a person. He didn't wait to examine it further. His fingers flew across the controls, setting up the HuD and, with a few typos, designating the ship as hostile. The canopy lit up with the display's statistics and a red shape appeared around the vessel while the word "Rnemy" floated above it.
He pulled his jumpship onto the hive fighter's tail, only for it to react with lighting reflexes and turn on him as well. They turned in towards eachother in a rapid spiral, each giving chase and being chased at the same time. This was a game of endurance. Who was going to give up? Immediately, Zand noticed the Hive ship turned far better than he did, and it was gaining ground, almost in a firing position. The hunter replied by angling his craft down while maintaining the turn, closing the circle tighter to no avail.
He gave up on the turn-fight and tried to get away, while the hive fighter stayed close at heels. He tried to look at the fighter behind him, but the canopy's shape allowed no rear vision. It was right behind him now, right on target, right in range. Right in his blind spot. It fired its weapons. Zand gritted his teeth and pushed the throttle forwards as projectiles silently glided past. The little more plentiful arc blasts looked like soild metal ping-pong balls, the void shots like bowling balls. Each going faster than the speed of sound. They flew just over the canopy, around the sides. Right to the starboard, just at the port, skimming the wings and narrowly missing the roof.
The hunter put the throttle into full power, pushing the lever to its limits, and still pushing on it out of fear and desperation. It couldn't go faster, but it might be able to. Right? Maybe.
The shots spread increased until there were only strays. Zand let go of the throttle lever and sighed in relief, only to be interrupted by a horrible sound. Rata-tetetetetetetetetete-tat! The entire ship shook with each hit as gasses and coolants sprayed around the interior. Wires burst and cables sparked. But what was worse was the outside. Finally mustering up the courage, Zand looked to his right. The wing was merely a frame now. A metal skeleton with bits of muscle mass clinging on. Fuel form the in-wing tanks floated into space like green dew drops and clouds. Fuel was leaking. Fuel was leaking!
The pilot watched in horror as the HuD's barely functioning stats monitor showed the fuel amount jump from 82 to 54 percent. It takes about 60 percent of the fuel to fly back to Earth.
All was not lost. Zand jerked back the throttle lever while charging the lasers. It worked. The Hive fighter zoomed past the stationary jump ship. Now Zand could get a clear look. It was shaped like one of those computer consoles from the golden age, with stubby little stabilizer wings protruding from the bottom edge. It was boney and decaying, the very metal seemed to be rotting away, exposing the interior workings of the craft. It was far too small to compensate anyone comfortably or naturally. Did the Hive even know what comfort was? It didn't matter now, Zand pulled the trigger and the laser hit the fighter dead center. The hull simply ceased to exist, while the small wings carried the inertia onward, forever soaring into the infinite beyond.
NegativeZero.0 wrote: (Apoligies for sounding impatient, but it was nothing but back and forth between Accolyte and Zippo for a while. Could you two refrain from doing that in the future so others have time to post please?)
(What about you Dasleo are you okay with Arxus being wounded, seeing as he hasn't received a wound yet in this RP.
And just to clarify the mental wound will be received by the darkbringer himself when he has physical contact with one of the guardians. He'll scan the mind of one of the guardians, and the victim's mind will be read the side effect of this is that the chosen guardian will see into the mind of the darkbringer himself. As you all can imagine they'll be exposed to horrors beyond their comprehension.)
(Zero, as the antagonist of the fight, it was my job to constantly update on Kharot, to keep the fight moving. I understand what you are saying, but I did what I felt I needed to do as the focus of that whole battle scene.)
( I dunno. Seems more like a plot device than anything. The darkbringer learns the location of the other fireteam but Arxus will pretty much know the darkbringer's weaknesses once he can sift through the nightmares. Which might take a while. Hell, I'm game. )
(Accolyte: While I agree that you had to keep the fight flowing, it might have been wiser to wait for others to post instead of reacting to each post individually. Instant reaction encourages the person who posted last to keep posting, as "the gm reacted, so I guess no one else is posting, so I should continue". This in turn discourages others posting as "If I try to post, it will get ninja'd by the other guy and the gm going back and forth".So yes you should respond semi often to manage the boss fight, but you should allow for a variety of people to post (tipically 2-3) before responding, so as to involve everyone and prevent a back-and-forth between you and one person. Just some advice.)
Scythe sprinted out of the chamber just as a mountain's worth of rubble collapsed the entrance. He was pretty sure he was the last one out, but he keyed his comms, just in case. "Theseus sound off. I got out ok, how about you?" The transmission was fringed by static, but it was clear enough for his purposes. The Hunter readied his Shrapnel Launcher and took cover in a dark corner.
After the Ogre had been taken down, it was clear that the whole chamber was collapsing. If the bone piece was down here, it would take the Hive forever to dig it out. "Theseus, we're pulling out!" Arxus yelled, grabbing his Gjallarhorn and making a beeline out of the chamber. The Titan wasn't as nimble as a hunter, and he sprinted as fast as he could for the opening in the wall. Activating his Liftpack, Arxus threw himself through the opening and out into the blinding light.
The Titan emerged out of the chamber, though his Liftpack shorted out midjump. He was sent tumbling past Scythe and into a bundle of collected skulls, which softened his fall. He groaned and rolled over, using his Gjallarhorn to help him stand back up.
(I know. I would've had Tombships seperate from Tomb Fighters/ Coffins. Anyway, on with the action.)
Quite Content Damsel banked left sharply to follow the Coffin. They were light, moving swiftly and turning on a dime. Trying to shoot one would be like trying to kill a fly with a shotgun. But Crux Lomar never made a tracking launcher Baryos didn't like- he'd payed a hefty sum to have his warhead shipments applied with the Prototype Truthseekers found in the infamous "Truth" launcher.
The only issue was locking on.
The Coffin pulled an Aileron Roll, dodging heavy plasma shots from the Ketch. It cut out its foward thrust suddenly, rotating towards the Damsel with startling accuracy. Too little, too late, thought Baryos. The warheads had locked on, agressively charging the Hive fighter. The explosion was dazzling, as a cloud of jade fire grew in all directions. Still at full speed, the Damsel passed through the ashes unharmed.
( Heavily reinforced armor plating, like a tombship but several layers thick. A few void turrets like the tombship, maybe an ejection port where the Masoleum fires out cursed thralls as bombs. That'd be great. )
(I think crypt barge sounds better, as tomb ship is thier drop ship. And If you want a visual, bungie has already givin us one. Just look at the taken king trailer, alongside the dreadnaught. They are sort of pyrimidal but without a point at the front, and about the size of a ketch. I'd think they'd have axion dart turrets (tomb ship turrets) for point defence, and a large port along each side where a choir of wizards combine thier dark powers into a large bolt of green fire that is guided to enemy captial ships via thier combined song. And yes, I've thought of this before, I just haven't said anything.)
( "Let's make a giant exhaust port that's easily accessible and leads directly into the reactor which would destroy the entire Death Star if it exploded. What's the worst that could happen?" They did this TWICE. )
( Theseus and Argus split up. Argus went to Ceres and is stuck in a huge dogfight with a Hive armada and Theseus is on Luna trying to stop the Bones of Enxor from locating the bone pieces located there. Long story short, Theseus just finished defeating a very stinky ogre and managed to escape from a collasping chamber. )
Jaqueline stood on the bridge of the Ketch, watching as the ship's point defense guns engaged the Hive Coffins. Even the heavy laser turrets joined the action, blowing apart Coffins with so much as a near-miss. The few that attempted strafing runs splattered themselves against the vessel's Solar sheild. Like an elephant bothered by flies, the Ketch simply plowed through the swarm.
(Accolyte, you were the best putrid, rotting Ogre I've ever seen.)
Huginn's icon appeared in Zand's vision, indicating that the Ghost had something to say. "Check their flight patterns; this isn't an ambush. They seem... surprised by our presence. And yet they're manoeuvring defensively, trying to shepherd us away from an area." As if to prove the point, a Coffin opened fire on Zand's ship - not at the ship, but at the area ahead of it, forcing him to steer away. "It's as though they're expecting something here..." Huginn spoke the words with a sense of foreboding.
"All units, we are detecting some sort of Hive energy reading coming from that planetoid." Jaqueline's voice crackled over the comms. "Keep your eyes peeled and fly crazy; we'll try to keep them off your backs." At that moment, a magenta laser beam from the Ketch obliterated three Coffins in one shot. "Zand, if you need repairs, I can open a landing bay for you."
(Zippo, I'm not planning on bringing a Mausoleum into the fight. That'd be a bit silly.)
The energy shields around Quite Content Damsel flared white, absorbing the enemy fire shot from behind. Baryos activated the ship's rear sensors, priming his Trueseekers. A reverse- facing camera popped into view on his HUD. The 3 Coffins that tailed him rolled around, trying to dodge the rockets. Their triple explosion was especially spectacular.
Baryos moved off his current track, positioning the Damsel towards Ceres, following a Coffin that decided to retreat.
(Hey, I left what it shall be open to anyone. This is how to "build" an RP: short posts that let others make their move.
An RP is like a game of chess, but there are sort of three people controlling each colour: they'll move the pawns around seemingly randomly but each of their plans will come to fruition. Except the other side can move your pawns too. This metaphor, like my ideas of chess, is falling apart.)
"Yeah", Zand eyed the leftovers of the wing, "Yeah, I think you're right. Heading home." The jumpship clumsily peeled off from the furball back to the Ketch. "Uhh, the landing might be a bit-", several wires sparked and the cracked air pressure monitor displayed what looks like Chinese and Hieroglyhs, "..hairy."
Avgust steered his way behind Zand, taking a look at the Casket firing at his back before he fired his missile salvo at the ship, breaking it apart. He slammed on his COMM to Argus once more, turning last second to avoid an asteroid: "Come on, Argus! We need you to focus on these Caskets!"
He reprioritised his COMM with Saturn: "Comrade, are you not going to do anything about this Hive infestation? We need your assistance!"
Sara lept out of the hole with the rest of her Fireteam, her Ghost absorbing the Unfriendly Giant into the trasmat network they had established on the Moon. Unholstering her Super Pox Pulse Rifle, she walked alongside the rest of the Fireteam before opening up COMM's with Scythe: "Hey, blade guy. Where did your Ketch go?"
(Warboss, I recommend you bring in DB now. You can attack Sara's mind for information on Avgust if you desire.)
Zand let go of the controls and sighed in relief, "Thanks guys". The autopilot disengaged with a corrupted unintelligible message, and the ship encroached on the ketch. "Easy now", he said to nobody in particular, "Easy".
The ship was almost in the Hangar when a Coffin emerged from the void. It let loose a furious barrage of bolts into his dying ship before strafing the Ketch. It only lasted for a few moments before it was reduced to atoms by the defense turrets.
The Coffin managed to completely destroy what was left of Zand's throttle control, and the engines opened up in full. "Shit!", he cried as it flew into the hangar at max speed. He punched a red switch mounted to the ceiling, cutting the engines, but the momentum kept going. In an attempt to avoid catastrophe, he forced the bullet of a jump ship into the hangar's floor. It skid along the ground like ice until contacting the slightly more equal force of the back wall. It finally stopped.
After a moment of shock recovery, Zand broke down in a fit of laughter. "Holy shiteronni!", he said into the COMS, "I love you guys!". Huginn's voice interrupted, "Missiles are armed." It took a while for the Hunter to register this, "Missiles are-", he laughed, "Missiles are...WOOAAH, NO!"
He clambered out of the smoldering wreck and ran from the site, shouting for everyone else to do the same. Moments later, the sound of a fast moving gust of wind, followed by an explosion. The jumpship was propelled into the air by the force of the blast, landing with an unpleasant thump. Zand and his Ghost spoke in unison.
Varrus's voice filled the fireteam comms as he clumsily sent his jumpship into a roll, desprately trying to shake the nimble hive fighter that was tailing him. The normally stoic and collected titan was swearing for a good reason: He could take a full auto rifle clip to the chest without flinching, and could crush the skull of a fallen captain without his armour on, but he was about as adept at space combat, and flying in general for that matter, as he was at walking through normal sized doorways.
His roll esclated into a dive-roll, the engines of the draught of nectar running at full burn. The hive ship, for its part, simply stayed level, keeping pace while timing its shots to hit the wildly spinning ship. The draught was heavily armoured, and moderatly armed, but this counted for little when combined with the lack of skill of its pilot.
Varrus managed to level his ship out, and, seeing Zand's eariler move, decided to replicate it. Cutting the engines, he managed to significantly slow his foward motion, until the hive fighter zipped past on his left. Taking his chance, Varrus hammered back on the trigger of the joystick, sending a burst of autocannon rounds into the delicate hive craft. His Moment of triumph was short lived however, as a large piece of the destroyed craft spiraled into his own, raking against the outer hull and sending the draught spinning off course toward the ramains of ceres below.
The jumpship, despite Varrus's best argument to the contrary, decided to plow nose-first across the barren moonscape, coming to a stop with the timely intervention of a large wall.