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« Reply #16 on: February 28, 2007, 08:16:48 PM » |
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Arko was snapped out of his reverie by the return of the Apothecary, who had an entourage of 3 tech priests.
"We will graft this," Said one of the priests in a grating, metallic tone, indication a metal apedature on a scented cloth,"To your elbow..."
Arko nodded, preparing himself for the rituals that he would have to go through to persuade the machine spirit inside the bionic replacement to graft to his flesh.
As the priests started singing a praise to the omnissah, Arko slipped into half-sleep, when he shuts down half of his brain while the other half remained aware of his surroundings.
"Die, alien scum!" Roared Zane, hacking through the limbs of several Tyranids. He and his squad had just penetrated the structure, and were now fighting deeper into it. For all they knew, they were the deepest White Scars squad in the facility. Fresh bodies joined the piles already littering the corridors and halls, the evidence of a fighting retreat by the Revilers.
As they fought their way through a massive underground church, something massive dragged its way through a great archway towards them.
"By the throne..." Swore Zane, as he looked apon a trygon.
:p Short and sweet, bit short on time, sorry.
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