Post by Carlos on Jul 26, 2013 20:03:28 GMT -6
Consciousness suddenly hit him like a sack of bricks. Vision swam as his eyes wildly looked about. Above him a gaping whole that pierced the various floors and cieling he fell through. The power armor's generator kicked in bringing the face plate back over his face. Quickly the optics and sensors registered information on the HUD.
"I fell a ways from the target," Patriel remarked as he righted himself onto his feet. Looking about, spotting two assassins approaching, the Admiral had warned him about them. Enhanced for combat with technology only the Emperors have access to.
His power armor might not be as compact as these assassins. But it could offer greater power and protection. And compensate for some of the speed difference. The reason these assassins are feared is because they possess the uncanny ability to seemingly disappear.
However...as the two surged forward with an unnatural grace and speed. Patriel swung out with his two falcion medium blades. Swinging out and striking both down with each individual blade.
He had been informed of how they achieved their invisibility feet. Using some kind of hypnotic wavelength that had been undiscovered. The Admiral was also kind enough to furnish his suit with a scrambler that would render the device useless.
"Now then.." Patriel said as he saw explosions from a distant building.
Meanwhile. Vice Admiral Kerensi swung his blade to one side and then quickly to other in such a way that it was not even a visible motion to the human eye. Even the high tech cameras of the assassin's guild did not catch it. More importantly the two assassins trying to assail him found themselves split open from the chest to the maw.
Elsewhere Femyael battled with an assassin. Exceeding the speed of her opponent. Slicing her opponent's arm followed by decapitation.
Fortunately for Patriel the other two were drawing a great deal of attention. Combined with his suit's ECM suite he didn't encounter as much resistance. What he did encounter is a platoon of Imperial heavy troopers. However he opened fire with a shoulder mounted grenade launcher. The projectiles landing within their formation and instantly killing all of them.
Using the suit's limited jump capability, he breached the fourth floor of the Order of Assassins Temple. The fact they were keeping the Empress here reassured him they were doing the right thing.
However upon landing he felt a twinge of regret. Twelve high level assassins were standing in their customary skin suits. Each holding a double bladed sword. All turned in unison to look at him.
"Wrong floor?" Patriel piped out from his suit's speakers.
Instantly all of their blades activated. A faint glow on the edge of each. Particle accelerated edges. Just as they began to move he fired every weapon his suit had. Grenade launcher, mag shot fletchet launcher, over the shoulder rotary gun. Almost all of the shots missed.
As the nearest closed in him, the floor she was about to step on, gave way and hand yanked her down below. Slightly farther back a blade burst from the floor and split a male assassin in twine.
Even so there were quite a few more. But it gave him the time to draw both his particle edged Falcion blades. The mechanical components of his suit pushing his movements past his ability. The swords even had micro thrusters to further accelerate the blade.
First he deflected an on coming blade that was too close for comfort. At nearly the same time swinging out his blade to a different attacker, causing them to back away, but blasting them with the over the shoulder rotary gun.
The melee was frantic, pushing his body and nervous system farther then he'd ever experienced, his heart rate and breathing going higher and higher.
When it was all said and done the assassins were dead. Patriel's suit had red indicators in numerous parts of his suits. As much as he'd rather remain in the suit. It was no longer operating efficiently and the strain of his own body was too much. Several locks gave way and the hiss of air sounded. He climbed out with a sweat covered brow, breathing hard, his gaze shifting to Vice Admiral Ceren and Femyael.
"Well...that was nice a workout..." he said trying to catch his breath and steady his heart.
"It won't get easier. They're coming. By now all of the assassins on the planet and those close enough to return were just arriving in the upper atmosphere. Not to mention the Imperial Garrison." Vice Admiral Ceren remarked as he raised a hand to his nose. Blood trickling down.
"Are you hurt?" Femyael said not betraying any sense of compassion.
"Not exactly. I'm deteriorating. My brother passed before me. I am well passed my life span now," Ceren said and then turned away from them. "I will endeavor to buy you time."
Femyael grabbed Patriel's arm and lead him down the corridor. They entered a rather large hall. A throne was at the far end. There sat Cirenia he looked very stressed out. Standing next to her the Master of Assassins.
"You've betrayed the Empire," Femyael called out to the Master of Assassins.
"I"m only an instrument," The Master of Assassins said smugly.
Suddenly Femyael took off with incredible speed. Her and the master of assassins engaged in a battle that rattled the air in the room. Meanwhile Patriel walked toward the throne where Cirenia was seated. Her hair obscured much of her face, as did the hand that covered her mouth.
Patriel stopped a few feet from her. Slowly she looked over at him and then stood. He raised the gun and pointed it at her.
"Empress Cirenia. For your crimes against humanity. I hereby judge you." Patriel said, looking to Cirenia, whose eyes were tearing up. The briefest smile appeared on her features just before the shot went off. "I have executed the false Empress."
Femyael tossed the dead body of the Master of Assassins to the floor. "Patriel. Leave now." She said as she sat down on the now vacant throne.
Patriel looked to her and then to Cirenia's body. Quickly he picked up the body and began running. Running as hard as he could until he was out the back of the building and out into the nearby hills. Already exhausted from the earlier battle, he had to slow to a walk, not entirely sure of where he was heading.
However the whine of a speeder over head immediately caused him to drop down into a ditch. Yet the craft banked and came down right in front of the ditch.
"Are you coming young Sarcanus?" Came the familiar voice of The Doctor. Quickly he complied and the craft departed. Surprisingly no Imperial craft pursued them.
"You've had quite a night" The Doctor remarked.
"I fell a ways from the target," Patriel remarked as he righted himself onto his feet. Looking about, spotting two assassins approaching, the Admiral had warned him about them. Enhanced for combat with technology only the Emperors have access to.
His power armor might not be as compact as these assassins. But it could offer greater power and protection. And compensate for some of the speed difference. The reason these assassins are feared is because they possess the uncanny ability to seemingly disappear.
However...as the two surged forward with an unnatural grace and speed. Patriel swung out with his two falcion medium blades. Swinging out and striking both down with each individual blade.
He had been informed of how they achieved their invisibility feet. Using some kind of hypnotic wavelength that had been undiscovered. The Admiral was also kind enough to furnish his suit with a scrambler that would render the device useless.
"Now then.." Patriel said as he saw explosions from a distant building.
Meanwhile. Vice Admiral Kerensi swung his blade to one side and then quickly to other in such a way that it was not even a visible motion to the human eye. Even the high tech cameras of the assassin's guild did not catch it. More importantly the two assassins trying to assail him found themselves split open from the chest to the maw.
Elsewhere Femyael battled with an assassin. Exceeding the speed of her opponent. Slicing her opponent's arm followed by decapitation.
Fortunately for Patriel the other two were drawing a great deal of attention. Combined with his suit's ECM suite he didn't encounter as much resistance. What he did encounter is a platoon of Imperial heavy troopers. However he opened fire with a shoulder mounted grenade launcher. The projectiles landing within their formation and instantly killing all of them.
Using the suit's limited jump capability, he breached the fourth floor of the Order of Assassins Temple. The fact they were keeping the Empress here reassured him they were doing the right thing.
However upon landing he felt a twinge of regret. Twelve high level assassins were standing in their customary skin suits. Each holding a double bladed sword. All turned in unison to look at him.
"Wrong floor?" Patriel piped out from his suit's speakers.
Instantly all of their blades activated. A faint glow on the edge of each. Particle accelerated edges. Just as they began to move he fired every weapon his suit had. Grenade launcher, mag shot fletchet launcher, over the shoulder rotary gun. Almost all of the shots missed.
As the nearest closed in him, the floor she was about to step on, gave way and hand yanked her down below. Slightly farther back a blade burst from the floor and split a male assassin in twine.
Even so there were quite a few more. But it gave him the time to draw both his particle edged Falcion blades. The mechanical components of his suit pushing his movements past his ability. The swords even had micro thrusters to further accelerate the blade.
First he deflected an on coming blade that was too close for comfort. At nearly the same time swinging out his blade to a different attacker, causing them to back away, but blasting them with the over the shoulder rotary gun.
The melee was frantic, pushing his body and nervous system farther then he'd ever experienced, his heart rate and breathing going higher and higher.
When it was all said and done the assassins were dead. Patriel's suit had red indicators in numerous parts of his suits. As much as he'd rather remain in the suit. It was no longer operating efficiently and the strain of his own body was too much. Several locks gave way and the hiss of air sounded. He climbed out with a sweat covered brow, breathing hard, his gaze shifting to Vice Admiral Ceren and Femyael.
"Well...that was nice a workout..." he said trying to catch his breath and steady his heart.
"It won't get easier. They're coming. By now all of the assassins on the planet and those close enough to return were just arriving in the upper atmosphere. Not to mention the Imperial Garrison." Vice Admiral Ceren remarked as he raised a hand to his nose. Blood trickling down.
"Are you hurt?" Femyael said not betraying any sense of compassion.
"Not exactly. I'm deteriorating. My brother passed before me. I am well passed my life span now," Ceren said and then turned away from them. "I will endeavor to buy you time."
Femyael grabbed Patriel's arm and lead him down the corridor. They entered a rather large hall. A throne was at the far end. There sat Cirenia he looked very stressed out. Standing next to her the Master of Assassins.
"You've betrayed the Empire," Femyael called out to the Master of Assassins.
"I"m only an instrument," The Master of Assassins said smugly.
Suddenly Femyael took off with incredible speed. Her and the master of assassins engaged in a battle that rattled the air in the room. Meanwhile Patriel walked toward the throne where Cirenia was seated. Her hair obscured much of her face, as did the hand that covered her mouth.
Patriel stopped a few feet from her. Slowly she looked over at him and then stood. He raised the gun and pointed it at her.
"Empress Cirenia. For your crimes against humanity. I hereby judge you." Patriel said, looking to Cirenia, whose eyes were tearing up. The briefest smile appeared on her features just before the shot went off. "I have executed the false Empress."
Femyael tossed the dead body of the Master of Assassins to the floor. "Patriel. Leave now." She said as she sat down on the now vacant throne.
Patriel looked to her and then to Cirenia's body. Quickly he picked up the body and began running. Running as hard as he could until he was out the back of the building and out into the nearby hills. Already exhausted from the earlier battle, he had to slow to a walk, not entirely sure of where he was heading.
However the whine of a speeder over head immediately caused him to drop down into a ditch. Yet the craft banked and came down right in front of the ditch.
"Are you coming young Sarcanus?" Came the familiar voice of The Doctor. Quickly he complied and the craft departed. Surprisingly no Imperial craft pursued them.
"You've had quite a night" The Doctor remarked.