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Mir
1939

"Oh...right," Solaria said. Her next comment was a startled gasp as the sentinel strode around an intersection, and they came face to face with a half dozen space marines. Despite the hulking armor, the marines reacted with a speed and liquid grace that seemed other worldly. They scattered from the immediate forward arc of the sentinel, bolters trained on the walker's cockpit through out the dispersal.

The mech stood motionless, the controls slack under Solaria's frozen grip. The marines likewise were as stone, though a sense of tension seemed to radiate from them, like coiled springs just waiting to explode into motion.

1939

"You have got to be frakking kidding me," Mir said as softly as he could. His mind spun back to spotting space marines talking to orks only twelve hours ago. He kept his hand off the stick of the lascannon so as not to set them off. He could kill one he felt sure but beyond that he didn't know. "Hi," Mir said out loud.

Mir
1939

After an eternal pause that was in fact only a handful of seconds, one of the marines stepped forward. His voice boomed from his armor.

"You will exit the sentinel...slowly."

"Mir?" Solaria asked softly. "I could try to outrun them. They couldn't get off more than a few rounds before I got us back around the corner, and by the time they got us back in sight, we'd be out of range?"

1939

Mir pondered it. These marines or someone like them was in league or at least tolerant of orks. Outside the Sentinel they had nothing on the marines. They hadn't gone very far from Solaria's hitchhiker either. All in all getting out of the Sentinel right now was the last thing they wanted to do. "Get your head down and haul ass Sugar," he said quietly. His hand hovered over the lascannon's stick. He wouldn't fire first but he wouldn't just take it either.

Mir
1939

"Right," Solaria said. Mir felt an unpleasant prickling sensation run over his skin, and the door to a small shop halfway down the street suddenly exploded outward in a spray of glass. Half the marines whirled to face the sound, the other half reacted as if they hadn't even heard it.

The sentinel leapt back, twirling about in mid-stride. The walker leaned drunkingly off balance from the motion, something that served it well as the majority of bolts from the marines' first salvo went wide, streaking through the air where the cockpit should have been. A handful did strike though, with none of the dinging noise of the ork rounds, but a hammering boom boom boom that rattled Mir's teeth.

The walker lurched into sudden motion as it's foot came down. Then it sounded as if a constant thunder clap went off inside the cockpit as the marines adjusted their aim. The sentinel rocked under the impact, and it started to drift sideways, scraping against the building on the corner of the intersection while Solaria cursed at the controls.

Then they were around the intersection, and the rapid detonations cut off, replaced by a metallic screeching sound on every other step. Smoke began to filter into the cockpit.

1940

"Frak!" Mir snarled as smoke started to infiltrate the cockpit. "I dunno how to fix it, do you?"

Buck
0120

Charging through a set of thin piping, Buck burst into a small open area, some dozen meters a side, one corner filled with stacks of metal barrels. Opposite of him, stood a woman, who blinked in dull surprise at the ogryn. She was a shorter woman, thin limbed, and red haired...she also had a pair of spirling horns accending from her temples. An old, battered looking sword which seemed a size too large for her was gripped in one clawed hand, its point dragging along the floor, cutting a swallow groove into the concret.

The woman stared at Buck, eyes glazed, expression slack. She seemed dazed, or drugged.

Buck stopped solid in his tracks. "YOU NOT FRIENDS! WHERE FRIENDS! Why you look funny?"

Mir
1940

"Fix it? I don't even know what's broken yet!" Solaria yelled back. "Are they still following us?"

Buck
0121

The woman flinched from the volume of Buck's words, raising a hand as if to shield herself. "Be silent," she hissed.

1940

"I can't see a fraking thing with this thing shaking. Just keep going, they're supposed to be fast."

Lighthawk wrote:Buck
0121

The woman flinched from the volume of Buck's words, raising a hand as if to shield herself. "Be silent," she hissed.

Buck stared for a second... "Uhh... why?"

Mir
1940

A sudden roaring whine filled the air, and a heavy weight dropped loudly onto the roof of the sentinel. A second later another roar sounded, and with a metallic screech the whirring blades of a chainsword ripped through the roof, stabbing into the back of Mir's seat.

"FRAK!" Solaria screamed, and jerked the controls. A huge figure swung down from on top of the walker as the sword jerked upwards, and the assualt marine slammed into the windshield, hanging on by his weapon alone for the moment which was caught up on the jagged edge of the hole it had cut. The lens' of his helmet gleamed, and both Mir and Solaria could feel the intensity of the eyes hidden behind the armored mask.

The Marine kicked off the front of the sentinel just as Mir snapped off a shot from the las cannon, the brilliant beam just missing taking off the giant's leg as his jump pack roared and boosted him away. A trio of bolt pistol rounds slammed into the walker as the marine soared away, leaving the chainsword wedged in the roof.

Buck
0121

"Ugh, idiot bastard offspring of humanity," she muttered. "How your false godling can bare worship from trash like you is incomprehensible, the whole lot of your kind..." The woman's words were cut off by Buck's bellow of rage, and by the thundering of his ripper gun. The huge weapon's first blast picked the woman up off her feet and slammed her bodily into a mess of piping. The second shot shoved her through the metal tubes, sending her sprawling on the floor beyond to lay in a mess of debris, industrial fluid, and blood.

After a second, the woman coughed wetly, and sat up. Her face was a ruin of cratered skin, and blood wept from dozens of wounds across her body. One eye was nothing but a pulped, oozing mess, and she spat a lump of flesh from her lips. Placing the tip of her sword to the floor, she used the weapon to push herself up. The blade sank several inches into the concret, and a series of metallic dings rang out as several of the ripper rounds popped free of her flesh with the motion, falling to the floor.

"I cast...my contempt...upon you...and your...emperor" she gasped. "You are...scum...not worth...soiling my...feet to...tread upon..."

Buck looked on at the crazy woman. "You talk to much!" Buck releveled his ripper and fired again.

1940

"Frak!" Mir yelped as his shot missed the marine. "You ok sugar?" he asked as he tried to twist around in his seat to see where the Marine might have gone.

Buck
0122

The woman whipped her sword up, holding the flat of the blade towards Buck as azure light flamed about the weapon. Nearly half of the ripper rounds simply stopped in mid air before her, the remaining projectiles ripping chunks of flesh from her thigh in an explosion of blood that she largely ignored. With a sweep of the sword, she sent the rounds zipping back at Buck, but missed by mere inches, peppering the machinery beside him. She sagged, shifted her weight to her good leg wearily. "Damn you, I don't have the energy for this."

Mir
1940

"Ask me again in five minutes," Solaira growled. She slammed a hand on the auspex, and suddenly jerked the sentinel around. "Get him!" she shouted, pointing up at the marine, standing on a roof top about half a klick away.

Lighthawk wrote:Buck
0122

The woman whipped her sword up, holding the flat of the blade towards Buck as azure light flamed about the weapon. Nearly half of the ripper rounds simply stopped in mid air before her, the remaining projectiles ripping chunks of flesh from her thigh in an explosion of blood that she largely ignored. With a sweep of the sword, she sent the rounds zipping back at Buck, but missed by mere inches, peppering the machinery beside him. She sagged, shifted her weight to her good leg wearily. "Damn you, I don't have the energy for this."

Buck, bloodraged and roaring answered the woman. "Then you be sorry you say bad things about God-Emper!" Buck charged the woman, a grumbled "Haaaaaa!" coming from his lungs. Part hate for the insulting woman, part joy he'd get to kill someone or something for the Emperor.