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Post by IncubiLord on Feb 5, 2007 3:28:26 GMT -5
Any Chaos player may post his introductory story here.
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Post by kaser on Mar 3, 2007 20:30:37 GMT -5
The large cargo hold within the Murder Class Cruiser was filled with rows of traitor marines standing at attention. Their armor a dark oily steel color, these were the Iron Warriors of the Black Hand Company. Their banners hung from the walls proudly displaying a red background with the skull like metal helmet with a black palm print on the forehead. “Black Hands!” A voice bellowed from a balcony high above the rows of traitors. All eyes turned to him. “Welcome to Tiorl system, we shall be dropping into real space shortly.” The Warsmith looked down at his warriors, he wore the same armor only he had a servo-arm attached to his back, the large claw arched over his back much like a scorpion’s tail. His green eyes surveyed the rows, a small twitch on his lips turned into a grin. His thin beard was black and his head lacked any hair to speak of other than his eyebrows. “You shall be boarding the landing craft shortly as well, those of you dropping on the planet itself will be lead by Captain Slavik.” He gestured to the Iron Warrior on his right. “Those who are not assigned to him will be with Captain Seth and myself,” He gestured to the warrior on his left. “For the time being at least.” He turned to face his Captains. “When you set down at your designated drop locations fortify the area quickly. I’m sure it won’t be long until we’re noticed and the lapdogs of the False Emperor arrive.” “Of course sir,” Slavik bowed his head. “We’ll crush any resistance we come across.” “Good, good…” The Warsmith showed the shadow of a grin and turned back to the crowd. “Your personal assignments have been issued to you by your sergeants,” He shouted over the room. “Gather your equipment and prepare for battle! Iron Within!” “Iron Without!” The room shouted back enthusiastically.
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