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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:37 pm
"There is nothing a Space Marine can't overcome. Even in death we are victorious. And there are even those of us who are chosen by His Excellency for their combat prowess or knowledge and are resurrected as guardian saints and become even more powerful."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:53 pm
Raven was aiming her rifle at the practice targets; the feel of the Imperial Guardsmen weapons were vastly different from the weaponry the group was used to. her mind clear, she took her shot, hitting the target dead center.
"Good to see the time in lock up hasn't rusted your hawk eyes." Shadow patted her on the shoulders. "Alright, Borsky, your turn to adjust."
Nodding wordlessly, the short, medium build man stepped up to the target course and aimed his rifle. Firing off a few shots, he missed the target by a quarter of an inch. "Adjust fire direction..." He spoke timidly to himself.
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RIP IN PEACE RIP Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:43 pm
"There is nothing any one cannot overcome, if one has the right forces in play. We are all unfortunate denizens of fate, but it is that same fate that can be our strength to overturn that which is pitted against us. You may think that Cicero does not care about your feelings or your deeper person, but it is not so. My father, was the same. I thought of him as so cold, and I even resented him, at first, because he seemed to not care; no, I was simply there to save the realms and defeat the Devil Kings. I thought I was merely a tool being used, but I was wrong. He did care, more than I could have imagined, and it was because he wanted better for me in life than I currently had, that he was so strict and distant. I believe Cicero is the same. He appears to be simply a leader with great power and charisma, but do you not feel his great tenderness and warmth? He is strict, he deploys such regimes that kill some, and even I, now, am going through such training and battles, yet still, I feel the warmth. I know he does this because he has a grand sense of duty, and he wishes for this war to end. And I, I will be his Golden Rod that casts the spell of peace and warmth to this dying world, while you, you and your people are his sword and shield." They arrived, and she glanced around a bit "Alright, I am ready. This will need to be swift though, as we need to get this mission carried out within 72 hours. You are aware that we are being sent to rescue Cicero's niece, right?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 2:48 am
"I'm well aware of our mission. Would you run into a mine field relying on blind luck for survival, or would you not rely on a mine sweeper to clear a path? Being prepared is just as important as accomplishing the mission. For without preparation comes a waste of His Excellencies resources. And to waste His resources is equal to heresy in the highest degree. Now follow." Shlag lead her to a locker room. "I assume this will be your first time in power armor. It will hurt, just like when you're fitted for your real armor." Shlag pressed a button and entered an order for two training armor sets. Two large tubes extended up from the ground, each large enough to step into. Two doors slid open revealing a bench. "Step in and sit. The machines will do everything else. You're going to need to remain absolutely still, or the process could kill you. There will be no sedatives given for the neural implant insertion." Without another word Shlag sat down. The doors closed and the tube descended into the Dawning Chamber. The latent machines came to life as they began fitting the armor around her frame. Last but no least the helmet was placed on her head, and small male jack inserted itself into the implant that had long ago been installed into her brain. The armor synced to her psychic resonance and the tube again ascended. The doors opened and Shlag was in the training armor.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 3:21 am
Xiaeriene did not flinch, as she was fitted with the armor, having already grown accustomed to the strange ways here as well as painful procedures. She was prepared for this, and she knew exactly what she was getting herself into, but this was something she could not back away from. The neural implant mattered not, for once she was finished here, she would destroy it in her own world
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 3:34 am
"A warning about that implant. I wouldn't recommend trying to remove it. It's permanent. It replaces the brain matter in it's installed location. So unless you want to end up brain dead. Leave it. But then again, it's installed into the part of the brain that controls our energies. So if you remove it, you may just lose everything you've striven to gain with all your hard work. In any thought, there would be no point to it since it does amplify your abilities to some degree." She stood up from the bench. "It may be a little difficult to learn to control. You need to tap into the latent psychic energy in your brain. It's masked by your energy, it's faint by comparison to your combat energies. So I will leave it to you to find and get acclimated to the armor. When you tap into it, you need to force it to spread into the armor. The implant will help. Your first movements will be clunky and far from graceful. But we're here today to get that pounded out."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 8:15 am
"So you say, but nevertheless, once my purposes have been completed, I may need to remove it. But do not worry, for I plan on having a specialist remove it so as not to cause any harm to me, then she will dispose of it properly. Though now that you mention it, I remember the other threat to your world, and as such, I may need to return. Anyway, don't presume I know nothing of what I have here, I may have a ways to go, but you will see I have a bit more control than one would normally have at first" She relaxed, holding still, and allowed her mind to flow free. Her aunt Mana, had taught her about the latent Psychic energy, but had instructed her to never attempt to use it without intense conditioned training. And this thing inside her head now, that would be what she was referring to. She allowed her thoughts to gather, yet her mind flowed freely, and she began to draw from that side of her power that lay dormant. Slowly, she focused it on spreading about so she could utilize her equipment, and she began to move. She was sluggish, like a turtle, but quickly worked out the motions, and within ten minutes, she had gotten down moving to perfection. She turned to Shlag. "Alright, I am ready for the next step."
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:55 pm
Training was hectic, and despite being difficult, she was quick to learn, and master, everything. The time was fast approaching, but she suddenly sensed something that she immediately knew right away. She turned to Shlag "I need to change immediately, my presence is required elsewhere"
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 1:51 pm
"Then go. The locker room is through there. I will remain to finalize the mission."
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:54 pm
Xiaeriene returned wearing her maid's costume. She tugged at the skirt, slightly annoyed that it was so short " Alright then, I guess I am ready. However, before we go, is something I need to do" She teleported to the chamber where the Emperor was located "After this mission, I will be leaving to fight another war to save my home world. I may not get the chance to say goodbye to you before I go back, so, I want to make a promise to you right here, that I will come back, no matter what." She laughed nervously "I don't know, it is kinda funny, but, you remind me a lot of my late father. So, from now on, you are my new grandfather, which means that I look up to you for wisdom and discipline, and your blessing whenever I end up getting married!" She smiled "I guess I should get back, Shlag is probably wondering where the hell I went." She bowed and curtseyed, then teleported back to where Shlag was. "Alright, now that that is done, I await the mission. I guess, I'll head down to the surface, and wait for you, besides, I want to check around and make sure that this mission is not a dupe" She focused, searching for Nergal's life force, and within a minute, found it "See you soon" She teleported to the source of the signal, and appeared next to Nergal "Hiya, furfag!"
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Trashy Cinnabon Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 4:50 pm
Shlag readied her gear and spent several minutes shifting through the archives. She found a girl in her chapter That fit the bill ordered by the Emperor. Her given name was Alicia. Her combat record for her rank was second to none. By her looks alone one could tell she was from a noble's family. Shlag used her implanted communication device to contacted the girl. Without questioning Shlag, she quickly made her way to the specified locker room. When she arrived Shlag briefed her on the situation and the mission. She was soon finished with preparations.
Both were in their drop pod before the time the specified drop time. The pod was set on a thermo-optic-radio-camouflaged barge set beyond the senors of each force. The pod was converted over to what looked and what would read on sensors as a meteorite. After several hours of waiting the drop pod finally entered the atmosphere and picked up speed. It's intended drop zone was met with precision accuracy. Shlag and Alicia were both fired from the pod before it plowed through the roof of a tall building and exploded. Both Shlag and Alicia were concealed by thermo-optic camouflage and both slowly and carefully took their time to arrive at their objective. Both had their targeting implants set on Xiaeriene's implant serial signature, which was only accessible by one with the targeting implant. After an hour they had arrived, both were careful of being followed, even with their thermo-optic camo which made them invisible to the eyes, but also to heat source detectors.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:46 pm
Nergal growled irritably at Xiaeriene, slightly embarassed that she had to see him dressed up in drag " So not funny, you know I can't stand maids, and here I am being forced to dress as one. Luckily, the corset makes my superbuff pectorials look like boobs of the Ursak women here, so it is alright. But anyway" he blushed deeply, as he looked at her wearing hardly anything "You do look good, even for a maid"
He spent the next hour catching up what they both had done, and he turned as the two women arrived "Um, you girls aren't here to spoil the show, are you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 3:28 pm
"You'd be quite right." Shlag said as the thermo-optic camo powered down. "Trainee: SITREP."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:21 am
Xiaeriene nodded "Nergal, this is Shlag, she will be in charge of this assault. You and I are to back her up, in case we are pitted against such that our magic will be needed. Our mission is to save the neice of the Emperor of the rightful rule of this world, and to end this war. Plus, we need to finish in time to get back to Earth in time for Homeroom"
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Trashy Cinnabon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:26 am
"That is why I want a SITREP. Now who can tell me the situation? And where can we change?"
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