Liberation of Nova Spera Session 15

	Cawkles_Gm	Snow Squad's approach towards the Dock Platoon outpost is dogged by the hard stares. The procession of souls, led by the jester-like Bartleby, slogs through the slurry of blood, rubble, and mud, their every step bringing them closer to the shadow of the scrap-wall that circumambulates this rough and tumble redoubt. As far as snow squad can tell, it was a proud building once, its roof reaching
	Cawkles_Gm	towards the sky with ferrocrete fingers before getting gutted and destroyed by the savagery of its former occupants. Now, it's a shadow of its former self, another corpse in a forest of rubble. The new life the blazing trail has breathed into it seems temperorary at best; though its bottom floor glows with the light of a hundred glo-lamps, the rest of its proud body seems decrepit and
	Cawkles_Gm	ill-used. Still, its a welcoming island of serenity in the rapidly darkening battlefield stretching all around like a tapestry of human suffering. As the distance between Snow Squad and the outpost shrinks, the rumble of battle begins to fade, its stentorian beats disappearing underneath a sheet of merriment and conversation. Soon enough, Bartleby is at the wall, clambering over with the
	Cawkles_Gm	help of the musclebound men manning the walls. Their help is not extended to Snow Squad, who must climb over by themselves.
	Ace_Nerat	jumps up, pulling himself over, before extending a hand to the rest of the squad
	Roland	starts to climb up over the wall, taking Ace's hand to help himself up.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	uses Ace's help to clamber up the wall, though he helps his own wife up himself. What kind of man would he be to let someone else do that?
	Cawkles_Gm	As they mount the barrier made of spare scrap and wrecked land vehicles, they see the swarm of humanity living inside what was once a business building's lobby. Cookfires, floodlights, sleeping bads, and discarded ration cans litter the spaces between the conversing men and women. They all conspicuously avoid the area near the elevator shaft, however, probably on account of the rank smell.
	Cawkles_Gm	Their laughter and story telling ceases almost immediately once they spot Bartleby clamber over the wall, a pall of deafening silence coming over their makeshift living quarters. Their demure silence becomes immediately more hostile when they see a group of deadmen appear in their midst. Their whispering resumes as soon as Ziida crests the scrap mountain, and soon enough Snow Squad is among
	Cawkles_Gm	the company of strangers.
	Ace_Nerat	"Well, this turned into a shitshow." he says, eyeing the assembled men and women
	Cawkles_Gm	"'eya boyos," Muffin bleats, wearing a sheepish grin. Her good cheer is not shared by those around her, who rebuke her greeting with yet more silence.
	Cawkles_Gm	Jurdik spits, sticking close to Abbass and Kahina, ill trusting these strange people that now make up their home platoon.
	Ace_Nerat	"Killed a few hundred Divine, and this is the greeting I get? Pitiful."
	Roland	"Seems like this place has seen betters days."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	feels the awkwardness in the air, it's thick enough to cut with a knife. He was going to attempt to smile, but seeing Muffin fail in her attempt he decides not do. His mouth becomes a thin line, his face of neutral interest. [Bazir] "You would think they couldn't believe we were still alive." He clicks his tongue once.
	Cawkles_Gm	[Bazir] "I don't think they do. That's why they're giving us a wide berth." Abbass notes with a tongue click of his own. Kahina shakes her head, her one good eye leering at the unpleasant faces. [Bazir]"I don't trust these people," She hisses, her rough accent making the words hard to parse.
	Ace_Nerat	"Don't Worry folks! we're just the ghosts of your ancestors coming to HAUNT you!" he says, cracking a grin
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	lies his face in his palm and shakes his head while groaning.
	Rajh_Tara	rubs his temple and is annoyed by Ace's comment.
	Ace_Nerat	"I mean, why not? they keep calling us ghosts anyway." he says with a humph
	Roland	rolls his eyes.
	Rajh_Tara	[Mahdi] "How have we not died yet?"
	Cawkles_Gm	Bartleby leads the squad to his desk, a beat up old piecre of furniture with more than its fair shrae of bullet holes. It growns underneath the weight of maps, loose papers, and other desitrus. He tries not to snicker at the banter going on behind him. He takes a seat in the looted armchair standing behind the desk, flopping into and propping up his legs. "So here we are, boyos. You lot got
	Cawkles_Gm	some explainin' to do. Tell me what happened. From the top."
	Rajh_Tara	"We got screwed. The End."
	Cawkles_Gm	He cracks a grin, his mouth a forest of mishappen teeth. The rest of the platoon soon gathers around, eager to witness the spectacle. A quiet chatter can be heard as the rumors begin to spread.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Look you brown piece of shit, I don't care how powerful your fokkin' uncle be or whatever. You're gon' start talking. Don't make me angry, boyo."
	Ace_Nerat	"So there I was, singlehandedly fighting a Space Kraken ."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"We almost died, many times, in many different places."
	Rajh_Tara	"And we have accomplished nothing, but going from hellscape to another.."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	folds his arms. "I assume the BT must've really gone to shit, if YOU are somehow an officer."
	Cawkles_Gm	"Give them a break, Bartleby! For fuck's sake two of them are missing arms! Who knows what they've been through!" The creaking, strained voice is immediately familiar as it pushes to the front. Appearing admist the sea of angry looks, a clean shaven head, deep set eyes, and and drooping nose makes itself visible. It's Issam, his uniform now much more ornate. Ignoring his interjection, Bartleby
	Cawkles_Gm	leans forward, his beady eyes narrowing on Izem.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Disrepsecting a commandin' officer? That's ten lashes, pretty boy." The BT around nod and grumble in agreement. Sweeping his arms, he points at every snow squad member. "If you guys want a lashin' too, then keep lyin'. Please. We got plenty of lashes to go around."
	Ace_Nerat	"Love to see you try buddy boy." he says, crossing his arms
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	[Bazir] "Grox shit."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Just telling it how it is, Bartelby."
	Rajh_Tara	tries to grab Bartleby's shoulder and leans forward.
	Cawkles_Gm	Ziida's face contorts painfully, her face twitching underneath her eyepatch. "Just tell them the truth, Izem, plea-"
	Roland	stares atBartleby, becoming irritated by the LT's current attitude.
	Cawkles_Gm	The attitude of the room suddenly changes as Rajh places a hand on the lieutenant. Everybody in the room, save a precious few, raise their arsensal of weapons at Snow squad. Muffin eeps, her hands immediately shooting for the sky. Bartleby merely cackles, his eyes returning every evil stare thrown at him. "Rajh...Rajh...Rajh...You're going to get your fokken hand off me right now. You're
	Cawkles_Gm	then going to take that hand of yours and splaying on my desk. Understood?"
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	puts his hand on Rajh's shoulder and gently leads him away from Bartelby's desk. Slow-like, so as not to attract the itchy trigger fingers of his fellows.
	Ace_Nerat	immediately shields muffin "First person to shoots gonna lose their head."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Well then Bartelby, I'll make this as short as possible for you, though I doubt you'll believe it."
	Cawkles_Gm	Kahina, Jurdik, and Abbass all collectively sigh. A forest of brandished weapons would disquiet any man, but not the hardened veterans of Snow Squad. They instinctively close ranks, the surrounding tide of humanity forcing them back to back. This close, familiar faces start to appear: Sergeant Roxy, the tired old prostitute...Sergeant Wrenchman, the burly Boog veteran...Sergeant Saladin,
	Cawkles_Gm	his youthful features and spirited attitude a shadowy of their formerselves.
	Rajh_Tara	tries to calmly say "Lt. Bartleby... We have barely survived a battle with two tanks, saw citizens splattered into red paste, rivers of blood, Devils living in tombs..."
	Cawkles_Gm	These comrades, these former brothers of yours, they all stare you down with raised weapons and hateful eyes.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	He turns to the rest of the BT, eyeing them all before looking back at the LT. "We, with De Frank were sent to work with the Rogue Trader forces currently raining down on our heads. Much to our displeasure we did so. Almost dying in the Palace of Ashes, Iqbal died there. We then almost got splattered in the northern mountains Chahanda. To then almost die to the locals there." He holds his...
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	...left arm up, "I almost perished there."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"We had a choice at that point, die in those mountains or receive treatment aboard a ship belonging to the Rogue Trader sitting in orbit now. I won't lie, I didn't like my chances at the time, and felt guilty but I, and the rest of Snow Squad took our chances on that ship to survive."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"And here we are." He empahsizes that with a finger tapping on Bartelby's desk.
	Cawkles_Gm	Bartleby leans forward, his voice suddenly grave. "You think you've been through hell, Tara? You think that those things you saw will earn you sympathy? You don't know what hell looks like, you little shit. You didn't see what happened after you DESERTED us, your brothers-in-arms." Leans back, he listens to Izem's story, the sadistic smile on his face growing. "And here you are indeed,looking
	Cawkles_Gm	pretty while the rest of us look like hammered shit. Well, thanks for telling us you're not just deserters, but traitors as well..."
	Cawkles_Gm	Ziida looks beside herself with anger. "YOU THREW YOUR LOT IN WITH THE IMPERIALS?! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED ON THAT MOUNTAIN!"
	Ace_Nerat	"Those Imperials have been fucking the Tau for you." he says, pushing muffin farther behind him
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Ashura and Shaban saw that not be the case." He frowns.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Stop throwing a tantrum, Ziida. It's embarassing." Kahina's cold statement sends a shiver down the collective spines of the silent comrades. Bartleby relishes the chill, and the terror, folding his hands and smiling gently.
	Ace_Nerat	"Excuse me lads, I got work to do. I need to see the pearl eh? So why don't you let me scoot along and deliver my message."
	Cawkles_Gm	"I remember when we went to your collective funeral," Bartleby says out of the blue. "It was a nice service. You lot got a vertibable blanket of posthumous commendations. Lots of tears, lots of prayers. It was really quite beautiful."
	Cawkles_Gm	"Tell me, Miss Kahina, do you want to hear what your son told me after the service?"
	Rajh_Tara	"It must have pleased you."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	growls. "Cut the theatrics crap, you Boog shite."
	Cawkles_Gm	Kahina pauses, her breath catching. "Don't you dare..."
	Ace_Nerat	shoots a warning look at Bartleby
	Roland	stays silent for the moment.
	Rajh_Tara	"I grow tired of these games Bartleby."
	Cawkles_Gm	"He said...He said that he was glad it finally happened. It was like a great weight off of his shoulders. The kid didn't shed a tear. He smiled the entire time. Can you beleive it? Some kid, attending his own mother's funeral, acting more *bored* than upset. Quite the amusing spectacle, mate." Bartleby savors the word, leaning back in his chair. He lets the moment simmer, as if he was about
	Cawkles_Gm	to deliver a gut busting punchline. "When he asked for frontline duty, I personally endorsed him. After all, I owed him after that fokken laugh of a service, yeh?"
	Ace_Nerat	gives Izem a look, almost asking for approval
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	shakes his head.
	Rajh_Tara	[Mahdi] "A frighten snake rattles loudly."
	Cawkles_Gm	There were no words after, just an explosion of movement, a streak of black hair and a blacker attitude. Screaming like a feral cat, Kahina vaults over the desk and outright tackles the lieutenant, her fists flying about in a flurry of insensate violence.
	Rajh_Tara	[Mahdi] "A frighten snake rattles loudly."
	Ace_Nerat	turns to the assembled soldiers, gearing to spring
	Cawkles_Gm	[Qom]"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FATHERLESS CUNT!" She roars, her fellow comrades too shocked to even move in. For a moment, even the other Blazing Trail folks hem and haw, the sudden explosion of violence giving them pause.
	Rajh_Tara	looks at Ace and smiles.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	[Qom] "Kahina, stop! He's using you!" He jumps on her back and tries to wrestle her off of the boog scum.
	Roland	move to help Izem
	Cawkles_Gm	"NO! NOOO!" SHe screeches, her thrashing body refusing to be dragged away from the prone Boog. Even though his face is bruised and bloodied, all he can do is cackle like a madman.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Boys, go tie that dumb bitch to a post and shoot 'er! Ah, better yet, strip her down and throw her outside. I'm sure the biters will appreciate the present!"
	Cawkles_Gm	It's at this point that Issam has heard enough. "Bartleby, you crazy motherfuck! You did this! YOU did this! This has gone too far!"
	Cawkles_Gm	"Yeah!" Jurdik growls. "Whoever put you in charge should fuckin' swing!"
	Roland	gets between the group of BT and Kahina, to make sure they cant just grab her.
	Cawkles_Gm	The crowd of people begins to muster, their bodies moving as one as they surge forward towards Snow Squad. Issam and, much to everyone's surprise, Ziida, move in to block the human crowd with their bodies. "They deserve a fair trial!" Ziida bellow, her cunts wavering at the sound of her voice. "THIS IS MURDER!"
	Rajh_Tara	joins Roland as a meat shield.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"You'll die before you touch her!"
	Cawkles_Gm	Muffin, ever the opportunist, scurries closer to the crowd, pilfering pockets whilst everybody is distracted by the chaos.
	Ace_Nerat	Leaps over the desk to grab bartleby
	Ace_Nerat	pulls the man to a standing position, Spinning him around and putting him into a headlock "If you don't back off in two seconds i'm snapping his neck like a twig." He says, loudly and calmly.
	Rajh_Tara	"This is what it has come to! Brave soldiers turned into murderous thugs by following this fool."
	Cawkles_Gm	The sudden rush of human bodies comes to a sudden stop. The squeaking Bartleby clearly did not bank on this happening, judging by his mask of frenzied terror and incomprehensible begging. In fact, the soldiers are not the only thing that slows to a crawl. Time itself seeems to drag its feet, the hurricane of motion steadily slowing down until crawls to a complete stop. The lights, once so
	Cawkles_Gm	crisp and sterile, become hazy and dreamlike as reality warps into a gruesome tableuax of confusion and mindlessly violence. Snow Squad remains conscious of this mind bending occurence, their breat quickening as they begin to realize that something is pulling away the tapestry of normalcy and repalcing it with some mad vision of destruction. Somehwere, off in the faded and etheral distance,
	Cawkles_Gm	the sound of a stampede can be heard thundering closer and closer...
	Cawkles_Gm	And suddenly, a figure is in their midst. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall near the elevator, is a man in black robes. A ratty white beard twists from his face, his milky white eyes and hooked nose a mask of naked malice and unrestrained glee. It's the old man. It's *him*.
	Ace_Nerat	just lets out a low sigh
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"You!" Izem points at the man. "What sorcery is this?!"
	Roland	The slowing down of everything around Snow Squad, and the old man showing up has him spooked.
	Cawkles_Gm	The old man cups his hand, placing it near his ear. "Listen."
	Rajh_Tara	remains silent and tries to hear what the old man is referring to.
	Cawkles_Gm	And like a vehicle smashing into a wall, time collides with with normalacy. The wheel of certitude spins once again, the motions of the surrounding soldiers suddenly resuming like it never stopped at all. But the shouting, cursing, and hollering ends at the sound of a dirge being sung off in the distance. The flesh of the room turns a collective white.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Biters..." Ziida whispers. "BITERS! BITERS! GO GO GO, GET TO THE FIREBASES! THEY'RE ALREADY HERE!"
	Ace_Nerat	"Ziida! Weapons!." he shouts, throwing bartleby to the side
	Rajh_Tara	"Or we are all dead!"
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"What a fecking day."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Ziida, if we're gonna die, I'd rather not do so to these abominations."
	Cawkles_Gm	Ziida's attendant squad chucks Snow Squad's weapons into their hands as Dock Platoon scrambles into battle. "Ace, Roxy and Wrenchman will need you and Muffin to the west. The rest of you, take Yax and head east to our firebase over there! MOVE IT PEOPLE!"
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	quickly sheathes and holsters his weapons, before taking his BR out and readying himself. "Who the hell is Yax?"
	Cawkles_Gm	Ziida gestures towards this "Yax", a strange figure sitting in the corner, his form so still and shrouded by shadow it's nigh imperceptible. A four legged xeno creature sits by his side, its worm like tongue darting about its viscous talons.
	Roland	does a quick check over of his weapons and readies up to fight, "Rather be fighting these things anyways then among are self."
	Rajh_Tara	grabs his equipment and equips his Hot-shot lasgun.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	Leans out of the shadows as he rises, He has a completely unremarkable face, not handsome, not ugly, just plain.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	His brown skin matches his uniform perfectly, as it is custom painted with strange runes and symbols, he is neither tall nor short. his short black hair is shaved into a buzz like most of soldiers surrounding him
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	except for his eyes, One is a pale blue while the other is a bright green, he scowls at the squad before saying in a low, baritone voice [Pronx]"Come thranka."
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	What rises next to him is undeniably predatory, the four legged creature remains close to the ground, mimicking the motions of a feline predator , except for the large beak and feathers making up its coat. The creatures feathers are a mix of brown and deep green, with black spots ranging all over it's body
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	motions for the strange man to lead the way.
	Cawkles_Gm	Jurdik looks the man up and down. " Well, at least you look like you can hold your own in a fight, 'Yax'."
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	glares at the man as he passes, saying nothing. He leads the party to where they are going
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	"My Name Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch." he says sternly
	Rajh_Tara	"...What?"
	Roland	"Yea, I'm just gonna call you Yax for now."
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	stares back at him, mismatched eyes smoldering.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Yax or Loni?"
	Cawkles_Gm	The position is the east, a circle of flakboard surrounded by the wilderness of Qalyat. Snow Squad smells the rank stench of burning flush and smouldering rubber before they spot the bonfire burning near their position. Billowing clouds of black smoke blanket the entire north part of the battlefield concealing whatever horrid creatures are concealing themselves there. Kahina begins to
	Cawkles_Gm	pray...loudly.
	Cawkles_Gm	"Hush up, Kahina." Abbass says, his voice terse and measured. "They're gonna be hear any minute."
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	ignores Izem completely
	Rajh_Tara	"Saint Mother, I beg of you. Please, be with us."
	Cawkles_Gm	And indeed, something does approach. Their skittering feet and mournful warcries offend the ears and scorch the soul, the sound bouncing around the building-corpses to the point that its exact direction is hard to ascertain.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	Stalks over to the fire, before disappearing
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	"Shaban guide my aim in this dark night. Ashura steady my nerves in this dark night. God-Emperor above protect me in this dark night." Izem prays to himself as he makes himself ready behind the barricades.
	Roland	"May the God Emperor of mankind protect us tonight."
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	makes himself blend in with his cover as much as possible. He squeezes Kahina's arm affectionately and gives her a small smile before concentrating on the business at hand.
	Roland	takes cover and uses his Chameleoline Cloak to prep for the attack.
	Rajh_Tara	cloaks in and hides behind the barricade.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	+I'm setting up a motion-sensitive det-charge, watch where you step.+ He says calmly over the squad frequency. He then tosses the package towards the pile of barrels.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	+Good plan.+he says quietly
	Cawkles_Gm	And then suddenly, they're upon Snow Squad! Gore stained figures clad in bloody black robes appear in their midst, their eyes hidden underneath heavy cowls or blood staine dhead raps. Their movments are bestial, frenzied, and ill-disciplined; many of them look sickly and pale, and their eyes are alight with  the fires of an unnatural hunger. Rattling bone charms and other grisly trophies
	Cawkles_Gm	adorn each and everyone of the Niassia cultists, testaments to their newfound might. One group charges in from the east, holding long, thin blades in their fercious grips. To the south, the bands hold bows crafted from animal horn and sinew, with quivers filled with primitive looking arrows.
	Cawkles_Gm	"WE ARE THE LIGHT OF SHABAN! HOLD FAST!" Kahina cries out at the sight of such a disconcerting sight, and with that, the battle begins!
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	leaps to his feet near the explosives, he spits out several shots from his carbine, but hit's nothing. +When they get close, blow up.+ he says firmly into izem
	Roland	opens fire on the cultist bowman, killing one with one of his shots.
	Cawkles_Gm	Thranka squacks in agreement as Roland blows the head off a lead cultist, her lifeless body tumbling to the floor with with nary a world. Incensed, the two squads of bowmen take up positions near the ruined windows, nocking arrows and letting fly towards Snow Squad!
	Rajh_Tara	fires his Hot-shot Lasgun and kills three people in the squad that fired at him.
	Cawkles_Gm	As the three bodies hit the floor, twitching and frothing at the mouth, the sword wielding madmen surge forward, the name of their evil patron howling on their lips!
	Cawkles_Gm	"There! Right! Right! Watch the right!" Jurdik roars, gesturing towards the onrushing primitives wildly.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	slinks a little towards the south and unclasps a frag grenade from his webbing, he pulls the pin and let's fly at the enemies below and to his right. "Frag out!"
	Cawkles_Gm	The little exploding sphere bounces, missing the majority of the savages but blowing the limbs off of two stragglers. Despite having their limbs torn away in a gory explosion, the two figures continue to crawl towards Snow Squad's position, trailing blood and gore behind them. After a moment of silent, painful struggling, they expire with an uttered curse on their lips.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	continues to shout and shoot randomly, hoping to draw attention
	Roland	opens fire on the bow cultist again, taking out 3 more and then backing up from his position.
	Cawkles_Gm	The mounting casualties seem to be shaking what little organization the cultists have, their wild demenour become yet wilder. They continue to unfurl clouds of black fetched arrows, and they continue to miss.
	Rajh_Tara	unleashes another volley and kills 3 more people.
	Cawkles_Gm	And yet the black mass continues to press; the snow squad comrades begin to panick, the waves of blades and arrows robbing them of any hope of survival!
	Cawkles_Gm	"WE"RE BEING OVERRUN!" Jurdik screams over the comms, desperately trying to fight off the onrushing horde.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	holsters his BR and brings his Lascarbine up from it's strap. He switches the gun to overcharge and semi-auto's two shots into the cultists to his right, dropping two of them.
	Cawkles_Gm	As the corspes begin to mount, a mound begins to form to the south of your squad's position!
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	sprints closer to the cultists, and lets a knife fly. The knife plants itself into the neck of one of the blade wielding cultists
	Cawkles_Gm	With a gurgled scream, the cultist tumbles down face first, impaling himself on his blade!
	Roland	opens fire yet again on the couple remaining bow cultist group, eliminating them both.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	[Pronx]"Why must I struggle so?"
	Cawkles_Gm	The last of arrows manage to find their mark, flying towards Roland in a straight line. But Rajh manages to interject himself between the arrows and their intended target, the sizzling unnatural tips gliding past his armor but failing to do any real damage.
	Rajh_Tara	tries to finish off the enemy cannibals, but 1 survived.
	Cawkles_Gm	The wall of blades finally slams into Rajh in one great mob, sinking their blades deep int Rajh's armor. The thin, flensing edges effortlessly glides past his impressive amor!
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	lets his lascarbine fall on it's strap, whips his BR out and fires, however he still misses. "Emperor above."
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	pulls out two more blades and let's them fly, getting two more kills
	Roland	takes aim at the blade wielding cultist, taking out three of them.
	Cawkles_Gm	The last of the bow wielding cultists, a slight young woman, takes one last potshot at Izem but he twists out of the way just in time. She howls in rage, dashing her bow against the ground in frustration before pulling out a wicked looking knife!
	Rajh_Tara	switch to his Tau Pulse Rifle and his the chain attachments to attack the horde in front of him. They parry his attack.
	Cawkles_Gm	The swirling melee continues with littl eprogress, the mass confusion causing misses and parries with equal frequency.
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	tries again with his BR, missing again! He's about as frustrated as the woman with the knife by this point.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	pulls out his Large Tomahawk, tossing it between his hands before doming the nearest enemy soldier
	Cawkles_Gm	The enemy cultist reels as the axe slams into his bkac with a meaty thud; before he can twist around to retaliate, Thranka rushes forward and tackles him to the ground, tearing out his throat with her diamond hard beak.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	[Pronx] "Good girl."
	Roland	makes a called shot on the blade wielding cultist, taking out one of them.
	Cawkles_Gm	The bow woman rushes forward, her knife raised over her head. With a feral scream, she swipes at Izem, but the clusmy blow misses!
	Rajh_Tara	1d100
	Rajh_Tara	lunges at the enemy with the chain knife and misses
	Cawkles_Gm	The cultists miss in turn, their blows slicing through the air harmlessly
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	just points in the direction of the cultists, and a green shadow leaps into actions, tearing skin and appendages apart in a murderous rage
	Izem_abn_Anaruz	The medic is currently engaged in melee, this is not where a medic should be. Thankfully this medic is friend's with a legendary Boog Ranger, and it is at this moment that he remembers a certain story with an underhanded trick. Izem wields his BR pistol by the barrel and slams the weapon into the side of the woman's head, stunning her for a couple of moments. With his other hand, he activated the chain-knife of his Narthecium, tucked away cleverly in his augemtic arm. The whirring knife sinks in the eye-socket of the women, going as far as the other side of the skull, brining her. He let's out a roar before kicking her off of it, the blade spinning loudly all the while.
	Tlazohtlaloni_Yaoxoch	"Hurry, we set up again." he says, collecting his weapons...and patting Thranka affectionately
	Rajh_Tara	"Hey, Doc. I think I'm bleeding."
	Cawkles_Gm	As the corpses mount, Snow Squad is battered but unbowed. But if the howling in the darkness is any indication, the worst is still to come...