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HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
Balsa corrected him. "Dimention, not universe." The DeMeA charged her reality warper and followed them through, the Tyranids feasting still apon the destroyed ships.

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HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
"We never had our weapons up in the first place" Jay snarled, The guns long having fallen silent when the Kazon had retreated. "We have sat here and have had our ship threatened constantly over and over again by you and your Pet." The Zoranthrope behind him drifted off camera, Jay not even noticing its departure.

"Kadgeron Disrupters?" He said, drawning Schematics the DeMeA had aquired from destroyed ships. "Hmph, nothing more than fancy Torpedos with fancy names." He swept the schematics away with his hand.

"And the Tyranids are feasting, it would not bode well for even us to interrupt Happy meal time." He sighed and Balsa came back, Her eyes filled with mirth.

"Enough of this, this is the ultimatem. We will aid you in destroying the Kazons. Then we will leave this universe and let you all wallow in your own self obtained squalor." She said, her arms crossed and her eyes boring into the screen.

HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
(She is an Imperator class starship of the Imperium of man, yes.)

The response wasnt so much as an answer, more like a grouping of polite words stretched over a platter of insults and curses. At least until Jay booted Balsa out of the room.

"Your ceaseless disrespect for the lives of everyone on this ship does not bode well for the inevitable fate of this Dimention." Came the gutteral Reply from Jay His eyes glowing red. "You shall demand nothing from us. You shall ask. Nicely. Without inefficiant weaponry pointed at someone bigger than you are" He closed the communication and contacted the Retributions Thunder.

"call your pet off of us, Kyle't Oran. We came to aid you against these, whom ever you are fighting, and we thought we would bring our friends."

He grinned and behind him a floating monsterousity appeared. its massive head throbbed and pulsated, and its body was at least two feet off of the ground.

"The Tyranids feed off of biomatter, so we thought they could feast apon the charred remains of the ships we jsut killed and have a nice friendly chat."

HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
The portal to Romulus held steady as the DeMeA continued to pump energy into its creation. On the bridge, Jay and Balsa closed the message they had just recieved, looking incedulously at each other.
Jay broke the silence with exhasperation "Its the "are you repaired yet" all over again!" he wailed, Mechandrites Flailing in mock sadness.

Balsa retreated into the Hive mind, The Psyker Presences of both the Alien and the Tyranid a time saver.

How is bio ship production?
Come through the rift, plenty of resorces on this side.


It was disgusting. Pulsing and throbbing, the Leviathan hive ship slowly drifted through the Break in reality. Already massive tendrals were collecting wreckage from the ships it's kamikaze wave had destroyed. The portal behind it closed, the DeMeA closign off the last sight of the once vibrant planet.
Might as well, Kyle't Oran owes us some explainations

Balsa retreated from the link, Jay already begining to restore power to the ship.

"How goes it?" he asked, Getting a hoarse laugh from Balsa in return.
"Im getting sick and tired of beign blown off" Balsa said, cracking joint and removing some of the tention in it.
"THen lets go to war" Jay said, both excitement and remorse filling his being.
From the Dual hanger bays, The swarms of Drones the DeMeA usually carried emerged. Thousands of them, a venerable distructive locust swar in space. The DeMeA fired her engines and began to drift forward, the Bulk of the Leviathan travelign with her.

She opened fire and death had begun.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
The Armor around the Machinegunner held for a few seconds, the Chainsword Biting into the metel and the nanomolecular blades shaving away the metal. The Sword bies through eventually, Blood coating the inside as the operator was eviscerated, the machine gun falling silent.

Brelos pauses in his litany to ask the lion. "What is our objective now seargent?" HE asked, the Blodd spinning free of his chainsword, His plasma pistol busy destroying light machine gun, its bolts melting the metal into a puddle.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
Brelos Continued to Chant as he advanced towards the other machinegun, the Litany of vigour so familiar to his lips that it is debatable if he even conciouslyrealized he was doing it. His 30 round clip ran dry, the ammo being slapped into place with barely an afterthought. He stood to the side and clipped the bolter to his magnetic holister, Drawing the chainsword present on his back and the Plasma pistol on his thigh, He calls to the soldiers near him.

"Forward! We will Crush them!" As fast as he can, he advances into the Machine gunfire, the bullets impacting his armor and ricocheing everywhere. One of his occular ports is hit, distorting the image and shutting it down compleatly. Blinded in one eye, he keeps charging, Chainsword poised to swing.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
Brelos ablidged him more than he could ever hope. "FOR THE EMPEROR MY BROTHERS!" He shouted, HIs armored bulk flying through the hanger Bullets plinking off his Armor, scratching and chipping away at the green paint. The elevated plat froms provided a challenge to his usual style of wading through corpses.

Raising his Bolter, he let loose an aimed flurry of bolts. THe bolts flew through the air smacking into mostly the wall, but a few unlucky saps exploaded as the Armor peircing bolts threw them into bloody giblets.

"Endur my brothers!" Brelos yelled as the return fire smacked into the bulkhead around him and his armored Torso. "We shall prevail!" He punctuated this statemnt with more Fire, the Bolt gun pleased in its violent work.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
"Stand together Brothers!" Brelos yelled as the breeching craft neared the facility. In his hand he carried his helmet, unused since he had entered this universe. With a quick motion, he donned the Mark6 Helmet, his armor sealing and his voice deepening as the outside Vox speakers came alive. "Stay close to me and I will see you through this alive!" He said, his voice deep and transmitting to every radio in the vacinity.

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Brelos heard him, but was still in the midst of a prayer. He might not have been the most devout of the Emperors servants, but damned if he didnt go into battle without a prayer or two.

"In nomine Imperator, Morte Meus Foues Tuus" He finished, retriving his Chainsword form the ground and stepping into the Breeching craft. "may the Emperor Be with you all" He said, steeling himself for the battle to come.

Star Wars: Blue team

HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
Reality bulged and tore, the Break a disasterous and chaotic thing for reality to undergo. From the recieving side of the rift, a lump of earth hung in space. The only sign that the planet was ever Romulus was teh Romulan ships still burning in orbit.

And as bugs emerge from the grass, previously unseen, the Tyranid Bioships filtered through the Rift. from a single planet, the hoard was immense. Dozens of cruisers, Great tendrils pulling The ships apart, to Torpedo Creatures, firring living mines into the sides of ships, blowing them to smitheriines with barely an effort.

The retun fire caught many ships in a swirl of death, and the bio ships numbers grew small.
Fropmm the rift gate, the DeMeA drifted through, her guns ablazed, endign what was left of the fleet.

"KYLET'ORN ANSWER THE GODDAMNED PHONE" Balsa yelled into the short ranged Comm, her customary anger her facade for simple boredom.

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HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
Romulus burned. On its surface, the last of the defenders fell silent to the Tyranid Hoards. Massive capilary Towers pierced the heavens, feeding the burgoning Hive fleet Above.
Everything was consumed. Flesh, steel, Water, even the Atmosphere was drained to feed the strong arm of the hive mind.

In orbit only the DeMeA, the Deus Meus Amat, remianed. And Even She was dwarfed by the Hive fleet, as big as she was.

And on the bridge of the DeMeA, Two lone souls sat and watched the World Die.

"WAs it really right to kill them all?" Asked a biomechanical monster by the name of Jay. HE was fused to the captians chair, wires and tubes emerging from his body and several mechandrites holding things for his occupied arms. "At least we could have taxed them and murdered the smart ones."

"And have the entire Galaxy question their inevitable demise?" Answered his companion, a 6 foot 5 Balsa drinking some sort of juice as they watched the last of the lights on the planet die out. Shaking her head, letting her un braided mane fly everywhere, she said "We must put this galaxy down as fast as possable. The High Elders demanded it after what we told them."

Jay frowned as best he could, than said "You never told me you contacted your bosses."

Before she could answer him, a rumbling voice thundered over the CAtalyptic node, Sending Balsa its thoughts.

very good, when will you finish stripping it of its resorces.
Then be quick.

She snapped back to reality to answer Jays question.

"Just after they told us what that disgusting device did. The high elders Decreeded that such a device could be used against HU-01, and thus we must purge this dimention with as much haste as we can muster."
A lone Kazon scoutship rumbled into the system, intent on bullying any and all who resided there. Within moments, gigantic Tyranid Bioships latched on, flooding the ship with Genestealer and gaunt broods. The ship had no time to send a message, for it was dead in momoents, the Tyranic brutality something this dimentional plane had never experianced before.
The message shocked Balsa who shook her head clear of the cobwebs the Tyranid norn queen usually left.

"Who knows of our mission now?" Balsa asked, The every present Catalyptic presence of LEgius joining them in the room. with barely concealed boredom, he said.
Balsa blinked, then asked for a confirmation of what he just said.

Jay brought up the nessisary data, ships of sizes and shapes appearing on the screen, back lit by the hive fleet growing aside the dead world.
"From the meager Data The Dragonarians gave us, they ar an empire that has been propelling a bloody purge of all Trans specieal Dragons in this particular Dimention" Jay read of the screen, compairing the ships side by side witht he DeMeA.

"contact the Rethunder, i want info on them, i want toalso know if he knows of our pillage yet." Balsa said, a smirk on ehr ace as she turned to greet the RT and her crew.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
Brelos Obliges him, sqeezing into the elevator.

"I must pray" he said simply, nodding his head and closing his eyes, his helmet removed and a Litany gracing the small elevator as it rode upwards.

SFG - A Divided Lylat
He turned to greet the new comer, but fell silent as his first sortie was given.

A smile graced his face, Mirth and lust for action in his eyes. "Very well then." He said, turning on his heels to collect the nessisary group of people.

*2 Hours later and a debriefing*

Several Ships took off from the once poisoned world, A transport and severay fighters flying in a defensive formation. Brelos himself was aboard the Transport, Space combat not his forte, nor his specialty. Beside him, Six hand picked CQC troops sat aside him, glancing at their gargantuan superior officer.

When the complaint went up about his proficiancy at commanding, He had drawn his Chainsword and swore an oath to them that he would see the majority of them home alive.

Than when that failed, he Threatened to cut the first person who disobayed an order in half. That got things running smoothly.

"It shall work until they see this mission through to the end" He had noted, Fear as powerfull as loyalty, but not as long lasting.

"we shall arive at the trade station soon my lord" THe pilot said, a soothing purposefull slow accent providing Brelos with the image of a particularly Drunk Guardsman he once had the fortunacy to encounter.

With the thought of his home universe he smiled in memorium.

"What i wouldnt give for a Vostroyan or Kreigsman right now"

THe ships plodded on through the void.

Ballisticwaffles' Asylum
This really isnt a charecetr. its more like Backstory to my Personaly PLayground of a universe

Ring the Bell, brother.
The bell rings for our souls, comrades, forever cast adrift in the turmultous currents of the multiverse.
The bell tolls for the spirits of our Anscestors. It tolls for their souls, lost until the time of reconing.
THe bell tolls for our beloved lord, who the great sundering tore into countless pieces and cast adrift in the dimentional planes.
The bell tolls for our Task, our eternal quest for the refromation of our god and the end of all suffering.
THe bells tolls for the countless damned, who know not their plight nor their fate, whom we serve even as they taunt and torture us.
And the Bell tolls for us, my brothers and sisters. Let its mighty ring reverberate through the universe. Let its holy minustrations coax the pieces of our lord into our hands!
We, the Cult of the Celestial, shall not falter in our task!
*BOOM! the doors flys open, admitting a very angry Balsa into the room*
Balsa: You hurt a Ms. Gracia Basalt. Your lives are forfiet
High priest: WE have done no such thing, foul Hunter of the Light!
Balsa: Your bullshits do nothign to stay my spear, but... how do you know what i am?
High prest: The deaths of plenty hang around you like flies on a corpse. The great Divide is filled with the souls of those you have killed, Armagistra.
Balsa: THats fine and dandy, but riddle me this, dickweed, if you can see Aura's, or whatever, why did you abduct Gracia?
High priest: We did no such thing! The young lass came willingly with Brother Skyvauld. WE attempted to exorcise the Part of our lord form her body, but it activated instead.
Balsa: hold up, hold the Hell up. Your telling me Gracia is part god?
High Priest: *laughs* No, foolish warrior of hell, no mortal can become a god, not even a sliver of one. SHe contains a part of his mighty soul, a partnership of the divine and the mortal.
Balsa: So you left her on the street to die than?
High priest: pah, it was the Government on this foul world! They attacked us for our less than scrupulous method of gathering the pieces of our lord!
Balsa:*dawning comprehention* Son of a bitch.
High priest: You see now, dont you? You see the inherint Hipocracy in your actio*slugged in the face*
Balsa: not really. All i see is that my list of targets got bigger
*she turns and leaves, the priest hood around her still encapsulated in their own songs.*

SFG - A Divided Lylat
To Brelos, The conflict in which he now found himself was miniscule to the Crusades he had participated in. He was used to the Casualties being in the upper Millions, The enemies lining on the horizon, The sheer amount of fire power overwhelming the horizon with smoke and death.

For him, this ment that he might over or under equip his men. Or worse, send an inadiquet amount for battle. Going over the numbers, he wasnt sure to frown or smile, his radical views on troop numbers messing with his head.

Shaking it clear and dropping the Data onto the table, he returned to the Foyer to see what other Valuable Data he might be abe to aquier.

"Imperator Protegint" He muttered as he emerged into the main Entry room. "ille non protege ipsum."

(The Emperor Protects Them) (For they cannot Protect themselves)[edit_reason]added actual action and added Latin[/edit_reason]

SFG - A Divided Lylat
Brelos stared at the collection of guns before him, the steel shining brightly in the well lit room. Next to him, the Master of the Armory looked with pride at his collection of guns, proud of the Skorvald might personified in weaponry.

"They will have to do." he admitted sadly, his hand unconcously moving to rest on his Boltgun. Leaving the Armory with the stare of the Master of arms at his back, he strode into the main room bathing in the gothic feel.

Striding up to a guard, he asked "Direct me to the closest Starmap, Brother Skorvald."

HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
quick thing. I ask that whe n my charecter says something, you dont go into a three page rant. It would really help if you went a buit slower and had a single charecter talk at once, so that mine can get an word in edge wise. Its not really fun when your charecters line up and preech at mine, only for them to teleport away before a retort.

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