RP [Tsumi] Volume 1, chapter 1: With overwhelming force

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Rekkin may have been pissing his pants understandably, he may have been grinning like a madman or he may have been deadpan beneath his recently reinforced helmet but it was hard to tell, the only surefire thing about the one-horned bull being that he stayed quiet as he sprinted for the gap between Sekhmet's shield and the strengthened corner of the ship's hallway while pulling back both hammers on the shotgun.

A warslave was a good way to die, a good and quick way to die, was this his time? A good death always seemed to elusive for the one-horned bull.

As the wretched thing went for their shield-bearing comrade Rekkin swooped into place, raising up the shotgun while dashing to blast the creature with two shots of heavy-duty Tsumi pellets, the recoil reverberating up his top arms as the bottom ones readied the axes they were holding, Rekkin moving to close the distance with a slash as the shotgun was abandoned in favour of his other two axes.
 

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Horus ignored the glance blatantly, finding no point in caste mentality.

Having now acquired more ammo, the blood red Tsumi felt no fear as he had encountered these before. The veteran knew the danger in even approaching such a vile abomination, but it was in their way. Today, it was either it, or him. One would be dying, and as he raised the rotary barrel of his warmaker, her depressed the trigger. With a motorized whir they spun shortly before spewing 30cal rounds in rapid succession. His aim was for where it's "head" would be, and around the jaw in order to weaken it as well as tear it. His twin swords were ready in defense to hack off any appendages that came for him. He flanked wide, taking a side yet attacked from, hoping to further divide it's attention, and to further spread the damage.
 
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Marraken seemed dead silent, paled. In the short, split-second before all hell broke lose, one see a trickle of sweat dripping down her nose. It was one thing to fight another Tsumi, but a Warslave, if handled incorrectly, could take out a whole platoon. Her rifle was raised as soon as the door slammed down around the abomination's midsection. Everything seemed to slow down for the blonde Tsumi as nightmares were made manifest. The thumping of her stock against her shoulder calling her back to the here and now as bullets dug into the flesh of their foe. Forcing her to realize that this was naught but bitter reality. And forcing her to realize they had little effect to slow the thing down. Jaytorr seemed to share her idea - kill it before it even reached their shield-bearing companion. Though both would realize, what was now a twisted amalgamation of flesh, slowly grew thick plating around the sides.

A being of pure rage and instinct, naught but violence embedded in flesh.

Sekhmet's move seemed to pay off ever so slightly. Met with the gaping maw and lines of serrated, vile and bloody teeth, the reaction of attempting to knock the beast off was a correct one. Though as reputation infamed these abominations, the Warslave seemed ill-intent on slowing down. A loud, wet slap resounded as the creature slammed fully against the front of her shield, it's intestines no doubt having made the vile noise. And even though Sekhmet braced, the force, paired with the instinct that kept her head from being bitten off, would cause her to slam to the ground. With the maddened, feral Warslave perched ontop. Screeching as it sunk it's teeth into the shield. Relentless in it's attempts to break through and get to Sekhmet's flesh. She could, after all, see the teeth pierce through the thick metal as it whipped his head back and forth.

"No quarter!" Marraken bellowed to the others of the purge. Shouldering her rifle fully as she stepped forward whilst emptying her magazine on the Warslave. Causing it to screech once more and look up towards the others. Before what was formerly an arm and now a tentacle was blasted off by Rekkin's blasts before he and Jaytorr came close. Though Horus' uninterrupted fire clattered through the halls of the ship. Causing the stone-like plating to chip and splinter - ripping away at flesh and bone as the beast seemed to stagger. Though at the same time, regenerate through it, howling in anguish as it suddenly leaped from Sekhmet's shield and dashing for Horus. A trail of blood and intestine following in it's wake.
 

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"KILL IT KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT ALREADY!" Sekhmet shouted at the others as she struggled to keep the beast at bay. She wrenched her shield to the side in an attempt to break off some of the teeth currently gouged into the shield, though the attempt would be for naught as it charged off at the Horus. She took a pair of heavy breaths before she got angry.

How dare this beast flee from her for other prey? Was she not good enough? Was she not strong enough? The thought that she wasn't worth it angered her while a far more sane and rational part tried to argue that this was a good thing. She didn't have a nightmare abomination trying to devour her anymore... But Sekhmet rarely listened to that part of her mind.

It was boring...

Instead, she turned and with the shield in the lead, she charged at the Warslave's side. She took an angle to try and cut it off before it met Horus and could attack him and tried to hit it dead center of its side. She had hunkered down under the side of the shield and put her shoulder into it all in an effort to drive as much of her considerable strength and size into the beast and pin it into a wall.
 

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Horus did not flinch, but move in an arc to draw it closer to Sekhmet's path as he saw her charge. His fire continued and would until the magazine was empty, something that fast approached. Once it drew close enough, the crimson tsumi would roll to the side and rake his blades across it's flank. It was a risky play, but coupled with if Sekhmet was successful in her charge, would do much damage. The opening if all went to plan, would open it to a group attack.

"That's right you filth, rush to death! You will fall to your betters! Hahahaha." he shouted to further antagonize it, and keep the focus on him. There was suddenly a series of clicks as rounds failed to be chambered and fired, the magazine finally empty. So to hell with it he thought as he threw the gun into the charging beast's maw and drew his second set of swords.
 

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Jaytorr stopped for a brief moment and simply smiled at the scene unfolding before him, letting his three now empty and decrepit guns clatter to the floor. Now the beast was going after Horus, everyone else closing in around it, what a beautiful sight to witness this day, the whole purge was now engaged in a bloody battle for survival. There was nothing else as simple and primal as the will to survive regardless of one's own species and beliefs.

Drawing each of his three axes with a slow and savoring speed Jay took a deep breath and rushed back into the fray, swinging madly as his madness clouded his mind once more.
 
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The series of clicks that was given off by Horus' lack of ammunition was echoed by Marraken's own rifle. And while Horus tossed his into the incoming maw of visceral death, Marraken just let the weapon drop to her sling and snorted once, flicking out the shortsword from her belt and joining both Jaytorr and Rekkin as they charged into the fray. One zealot spurred on by the scent of blood, one lowborn hoping for a death worthy of song and one purge leader fighting for the Sovereign's approval. All fighting side by side.

It seemed Horus' opinion wasn't as far-fetched now.

The Warslave's blind and reckless ferocity was frightening, but it wasn't more than just that, blind. The twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone, more akin to the horrors embedded in nightmares rather than Tsumi, failed to see Sekhmet's charge coming. And just as it passed Horus who rolled out of the way, flesh ripping apart due to his blades - a shriek of both pain, surprise and annoyance ripped through the halls of the ship as it was slammed against the wall, a vertiable spray of blood, flesh and unmentionables due to the force it was squished by. The audible sound of whatever regenerative armour it had being forced inside whatever passed for skin was akin to music, bones cracked due to the sickening vice it had just been subjected to. "Carve it up," Marraken shouted as soon, the remnants of the Warslave tried to skitter away. Screeching without abandon in sheer panic as the last sight it was were three Tsumi barreling down on it. Both Marraken and Rekkin slashing and kicking the thing to keep it down - without a doubt that Jaytorr would join in on massacring the thing. But, at least, it seemed dead now.

The blone Tsumi exhaled a soft breath and scraped her throat. "That's about enough," she murmured, flicking out her combat hatchet and slamming it in the ground, before glancing over at Horus. Removing her helmet as she revealed a faint grin. "Claim and carve as you will," she offered to the red-skinned Tsumi. "Just make sure the head remains intact, a Warslave's head is great to break morale," the blonde pondered. Before detaching one of the meathooks on her belt and handing it over to Horus. "I'm sure you know how to use these." She added with a shrug, before moving over to Sekhmet. Thumping her armoured bracer against the shield she still held. "You in one piece, still?" With the slightest hint of concern to her voice.

Exhaling a soft breath, she glanced over at the purge once more. "By now, I'm sure you've earned naming rights. Call off," she grinned faintly. "No more lowborn filth. Names are still for warriors deserving. And I want to know which warriors I have."
 
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Horus took a breath as he examined his drenched blades, his armor likewise covered in gore, his armor once black now crimson. He was living up to his nicknamed earned through previous combat, and he gave a respectful nod as he was given first claim. Sheathing his swords, the Tsumi took the offered hook and took up the hatchet to begin. Turning to the remains of such a pitiful creature, Horus did not desire much, but in the end removed a set of horn like protrusions from the corpse. He then went about taking a minute to lop through what counted as a neck on it, to remove the head and place it on the hook. Stowing the horns in his largest pouch at the small of his back where his large magazine would have been stored, he stepped back with the head mounted on hook in hand, and left the hatchet for whoever was next to carve. "Horus Averon-Ae Barris." he simply stated as he returned to formation.
 

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"No more lowborn filth, that I would like to see with my own eyes." Jaytorr snickered, placing his axes back into their respective slots on his person while apparently he now decided it was a good time to just start sitting around. The zealot had no interest in carving up a rank creature such as that, his trophies were not so grotesque, and luckily for him the duty had been given to Horus instead. Jay could quite easily call out the fact that the carving rights had been given to a high born but it was pointless, mocking them was one thing but there was no reason he should get on the bad side of his purge leader, yet.

"My name isn't what's important, if it was your fate to know it then you would, as all things are pre-decided and we merely play our destined roles. Our work is glorious in the eyes of our Sovereign and to her we are but the nameless soldiers fighting against those who would oppose and reject her. I am a proud servant of her scriptures and I shall uphold their values even if it means to forfeit my own life!"

The ranting nutcase continued spouting nonsense which slowly became less and less comprehensible as Jaytorr paced in a circle talking to himself, he was waiting for their next move, telling himself what he always did time and time again, how he was chosen and his fate predetermined, not out of fear but to confirm what he already knew.
 
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Sekhmet kept the pressure on the creature for a good few more seconds once it had stopped moving before she finally backed away from it to let it fall free with a wet plop on the ground. She took a few shaky steps back and thumped the shield down to act as a crutch of sorts to let her gain her breath back but as Marraken stepped closer she straightened up to at least look fine. The blood from her neck that dripped down and a couple of other cuts from where the teeth that had gotten through the shield nicked her up oozed blood. She grinned though and offered the shield back to the purge leader.

"Damn beast should have never taken its eyes off me. That was its mistake." She said aloud and did her damndest to look strong in front of the leader, though the way her shoulders sagged a little and her chest heaved would tip the woman off. Arguably she had one of the more difficult jobs in this encounter. As carving rights went away from her to Horus, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes yet kept her lips shut until she was asked her name.

"Sekhmet Agden-Ae Saweyal." She offered up, the highborn name a stark contrast to the mismatched and terrible tattoos and her current rank.
 

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It took a moment for the light to return to Rekkins eyes, his broad chest rising and falling with each growl-like breath as the tall bronzed warrior's posture slowly straightened up from the crouched beast-like posture he had taken during the battle, axes each being slotted back into their respective rings along his hips - the one horned bull choosing to remain silent and ignore the, admittedly mostly cosmetic, injuries as the beast was carved and the highborns spoke their names with the kind of gaul and gusto he could never dream of.

The horned beast was nothing but a mutt, born from the mud and destined to one day return to it without a second thought - just another stone used to path a future for the Tsumi as they marched forward in search for a new home, he had made peace with that a long time ago when he was still a young man, the patchwork-Tsumi's only real hope now was to make his ever-encroaching death a spectacle if nothing more.

Maybe there was a bit of that fierce young man left in him, just a hint of that defiant streak that hadn't yet been dulled by the harsh facts of reality, maybe it flared up as he gave the short answer of "Rekkin," he offered, spitting out a wad of phlegm from under his helmet before continuing.

"...wasting time writing anything else is asinine~ it'd be a waste of a good tombstone~" the gravely voice finished, deep and thunderous, like a rusty knife being dragged back and forth to saw through sandstone.
 

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A gentle nod and a hushed whisper of thanks as Sekhmet offered the shield back. Marraken didn't say a word as Sekhmet boasted, the sag of her shoulders and the heaving chest - not to mention the wide eyes and twitchy nostrils told her enough that carving rights had been given too early. A fist raised and thumped softly against Sekhmet's chestplate. Refusing to break away eye-contact, the most hushed of words resounded for Sekhmet's ears only. "Merely a bible to one-... A bulwark of faith to another," she offered in recompense, pulling up a thick, leatherbound tome and smacking it against Sekhmet's chest. "Hold on to it for now," she answered, the battlescarred book offered up for Sekhmet to take. In and of itself an honour. "If you wish to keep it, feel free to." She retorted, before stepping back.

A smirk formed on her face as her purge called off. She pulled the barbute from her head and looped it to her belt. Hooking the head Horus offered next to it. The smirk was telling, the blonde seemed giddy with anticipation, elated much like a child that had just recieved a new yet long-desired toy. "Why the long faces?" She asked, glancing over at Sekhmet and Rekkin. "This is a day worthy of song. The gods have blessed us with the honour, nay! The privilege of slaying a Warslave!" A soft chuckle chimed as she rolled her shoulders. "The Sovereign will look upon us kindly and our names-..." A glance over at Horus and Jaytorr. "Be it singular or a title replacing, will be chanted through the halls." She said with the same toothy smirk, whilst retrieving the axe. Looping it back on her belt as well. "I presume none of us have spare radiation gear?" She suggested with a low whistle as she moved to open the door again. "Oh-... Nameless," she glanced over her shoulder at Jaytorr. "If it suits you, I'd like to convene with you in the prayer hall after we're done here." The moment of silence was interrupted by the door sweeping open and a veritable squelch of squished severed legs priorly trapped behind it now dropping to the floor. "That invitation is extended to everyone who wishes to join me in prayer," she added with a smile, before treading back into the engineering bay. Not minding for the ripping and squelching under her boots. The purge leader was far too elated to mind - after all, this purge was capable. This was her chance at redemption, a slain Warslave made that chance fairly favourable.
 

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When the pathway was opened again, another figure was standing silhouetted in the faint orange glow of the composite cooling system. As short as the red-haired zealot, but thinner and bearing little other than chained relics, beads and rags. Delicate, deathly and banshee-esk, in all the ways that Tsumi didn't appreciate. Missing one horn, and a hand. Skin was a pale grey-pink, with shades of blue eating into an extremely exhausted, angular face with narrow glassy eyes. Their wirebrush hair and the rigidity of their clothes said that they had been frozen half to death, leading to their current expression of observing the gathered purge like a dream or mirage...

"...This one be... Kmza Lassar-ae... Suuweyal-Bren...." The upper two hands held their wrists outwards, body surprisingly driven by willpower despite the periodic seizure of shivering cold. "You... You have defeating ser-funt of'e Hay-dun, so... Kmza would be 'houwnered if you taking them prisoner, sah..."

Did they think that everybody was already introducing themselves, and this was just part of that? The warslave's blood was pooling around their feet apparently unnoticed. It was kind of impossible to know for sure.
 

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Jaytorr gave a smirk as he was invited to the prayer hall, he needed no hall to conduct his prayers though an invitation from the purge leader was nothing to turn down especially given his religious devotion, if he declined it would be a travesty. "Of course, it would please the Sovereign greatly to see her devout servants gathered in prayer." The deranged warrior rambled, in his peripheral vision Jaytorr caught sight of the dirty thrall that had made themselves known but paid her no mind.
 
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Sekhmet blinked as she looked down at the bible thumped into her chest and it took her a moment to realize what had been given to her, but her eyes widened a little as realization clicked in. Thankfully her helmet hid the small blush that played over her face as she clutched the book to her and for a few spare seconds, she didn't know what to do... It was the first time anyone had given her a gift save for her parents when she was younger, much less a bible. She held onto it for a moment too long before she slid it behind some of her armor in a spot for safekeeping for the time being and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

Her eyes snapped up and onto the form that spoke from the doorway though and hands fell to her axes as she readied herself. She wasn't sure who this person was truth be told, but they had been fighting their way through each and every of the way through this ship, so anyone not in her purge was already suspect to her.
 

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Rekkin's expression remained unchanged at all this talk of being devout and praising all that the Tsumi saw as holy, it was their way of life but time had worn away at the symbols and sigils that once adorned his armour so proudly, Rekkin was by no means a non-believer but was quieter in his religious beliefs - he had been considering joining the others in prayer, tossing the thought back and forth in his mind while watching one of the highborns tuck their prize away into her armour, eyes snapping back to the poor excuse for a Tsumi standing in the door frame.

The one-horned bull gave a curious cock of his head, upper arms remaining crossed over his chest while the lower two hovered near the handles of his axes, eventually letting out a small huff, "If she can walk and wishes to be taken then I see no harm in the matter~" he spoke, and old and gravelly voice rumbling out from under the man's helmet before he shrugged, lower hands still hovering near his axes just incase - this Kmza fellow didn't seem to be quite there upstairs~
 

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"A offer well accepted, as prayer is the reminder that guides our blades true. It is an honor to pray by the sides of those who have earned my respect." Horus said with a grunt and a fist to his chest plate in acceptance of the purge leader's offer. He did not miss the small subtle display to the only other woman of the purge, but kept quiet as such acts were pointless. He got that which he wanted, and another fine kill to stain his armor the red he was known for. As the frail little being appeared, he paid them no mind, finding the thing hardly worth his attention as he cleaned his blades briefly then collected a new rifle from one of the nearby fallen. He would add the horn to his pauldron tonight, and renew the holy runes carved into the trim of his armor.
 
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The doors slid open and revealed the shivering, almost-sympathy inducing form of Kmza. Almost, as Marraken heard her speak, she offered a faint, annoyed snort. Servant of Hayden - the way she dressed, much akin to an Oracle. The bits and bobs that indicated worship to the ruler of flesh. There was annoyance she had felt with Jaytorr's blind zealotry, though it was still redeemable. This, however, disgusted her. And Kmza would notice.

The rest of the purge seemed either desinterested or distrusting. The former was ill-advised, you never knew what those crazy fleshgod-worshippers had going on in their head. The latter was something she felt as well. The rustling of chains as Marraken walked over, stomping her armour-clad boot down against the back of Kmza's knee. The slightest of scraping of a throat resounded before a phlegm was spat in Kmza's mess of hair. "Being honoured means you kneel, heretic," she hissed. Lower arm grasping out the cuffs as she dropped the rifle to it's sling and sheathed her sword again. Before moving up to cuff Kmza's hands behind her back. A cold hand almost squeezed the back of her neck into a fine paste as Kmza was pulled up again. "Then meet in the prayer hall we will. Now we have to sabotage the engineering bay and rally to the escape pods." She offered to the purge with a gentle smile. "Are there others of your pitiful kind on this ship?" Followed - the question asked with a particular sneer.
 

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It was a deeply unpleasant experience, no way around it. Kmza's bare leg buckled to the armoured boot of the comely highborn easily, already too sapped in strength to put up much of a fight. Being the object of ridicule in grip of a stranger was nothing new, but it still struggled to pull their attention back to base reality, where their higher mind did not want to dwell.

No, their true spirit saw the shameful one-horned creature's body in the third person, as if looking down from above. That mere moral hunk of flesh, that bestial thing, was already dreaming of fanciful ways to murder and defile everyone around them, as no doubt these soldiers of Mithrandis were imagining about them. The animal component almost relished their unmatched experience of the cruel and depraved, witness to tortures no simple soldier had the imagination to contest.

Having the air squeezed out of them, wrists confined in hard steel, the expression said it all.-

But, talking face to face, it mutated, becoming darkly serene in it's acceptance of this fate. The true spirit was not a hateful thing like other Tsumi. It was a simple projection of truth. A servant to the one true eventuality they all had in common...

"Kmza does not know this. Many like Kmza, but may not being aliveing." Their eyes perched upwards, dark and glossy, with a soft and gentle smile upon their lips. The taller blonde noble could feel their heartbeat slow right down. "But this pipes, this machine, sah? Kmza is knowing this. Kmza is tech-thrall to engine-core and service lines, is..."
 

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"Lead the way, the sooner we can cleanse this heretic nest the better. What ya gonna do with that one?" Jaytorr said flicking his head at Kmza, seeing as their purge leader had stopped to cuff the wretch and even bothered to speak to them. Then in a completely Jaytorr fashion he made another jab at Horus.

"So you don't mind praying with a few filthy low borns such as myself? Well I'm touched, shall I clean your armour for you as well sir, perhaps lick those boots clean?" The maimed creature laughed a hollow and somewhat offputting laugh, he was completely mad inside and out. "I'm only kidding of course, your lordship." The warrior priest chuckled softly to himself again as he wandered around waiting for the group to move on.
 
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