Post by King of Asmar on Aug 19, 2007 10:28:38 GMT -5
The sewers were dark and dank. They smelled of human refuse, and the sickly sweet stench of decay that had begun to permeate the planet. The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing down the corridors. Benoit Merlemot was not a fat man, but he wasn’t especially fit either and Emperor only knew why the Resistance had made him a runner. On his back was a pack full of fresh supplies and ammunition, recently stolen from one of the Decadent One’s warehouses. There was a reason Benoit was running, was still running. A ways behind him but ever gaining came the sound of heavier boots, and the echo of voices speaking in a language that no human mouth should ever utter.
Rounding the most recent corner Benoit came to a wall. He quickly rapped his knuckle on it three times, waited a second, rapped another two times, waited, and rapped four times. A section of the wall slid outwards and Benoit was quickly ushered inside.
The inside of the HQ was a stark difference to the disgusting sewers outside. Lit by glow-globes and candles the HQ was a homely place with a sort of warmth about it. “I’ve been followed” Was all Benoit had to say to turn the HQ into a hectic center of activity. The lights were doused, conversations stifled, the radio off. The air was tense as the men and women of the Resistance waited for the heavy boot falls to pass. They waited twenty minutes after the boots had passed before resuming their previous activities.
A large man in a torn uniform of the Chalnon Planetary Defense Force marched towards Benoit. His face was etched in stone, his hair short and silver. He wore giant dark aviator sunglasses. “Benoit, what happened? Where are the others?” He demanded.
“I’m sorry Je… er… sir, they didn’t make it, the enemy was waiting for us.” Benoit responded while taking his pack off. “This is all I could get out.”
“Well, at least you made it out alive, alright, get the stuff where it belongs and then head to the debriefing room.”
“Yes sir.”
This is the Chalnon Resistance, a rag tag group of civilians and former PDF members who didn’t give up when Chaos took over their planet. They fight on against overwhelming odds, trying to do as much damage as possible. Chaos may hold this planet but they will pay dearly for it.
764.M41 DAY: 253 DAYS SINCE CHAOS INVASION: 211
Captain Javert Valjean stalked out of his room in the Resistance’s HQ and into the common room where the members of the Resistance had assembled. “Alright men, it’s time we deal a decisive blow to the foul invaders of this planet. We’ve discovered a target of great importance. This is most likely going to be a suicide mission and I need volunteers, so… who’s with me?”
Rounding the most recent corner Benoit came to a wall. He quickly rapped his knuckle on it three times, waited a second, rapped another two times, waited, and rapped four times. A section of the wall slid outwards and Benoit was quickly ushered inside.
The inside of the HQ was a stark difference to the disgusting sewers outside. Lit by glow-globes and candles the HQ was a homely place with a sort of warmth about it. “I’ve been followed” Was all Benoit had to say to turn the HQ into a hectic center of activity. The lights were doused, conversations stifled, the radio off. The air was tense as the men and women of the Resistance waited for the heavy boot falls to pass. They waited twenty minutes after the boots had passed before resuming their previous activities.
A large man in a torn uniform of the Chalnon Planetary Defense Force marched towards Benoit. His face was etched in stone, his hair short and silver. He wore giant dark aviator sunglasses. “Benoit, what happened? Where are the others?” He demanded.
“I’m sorry Je… er… sir, they didn’t make it, the enemy was waiting for us.” Benoit responded while taking his pack off. “This is all I could get out.”
“Well, at least you made it out alive, alright, get the stuff where it belongs and then head to the debriefing room.”
“Yes sir.”
This is the Chalnon Resistance, a rag tag group of civilians and former PDF members who didn’t give up when Chaos took over their planet. They fight on against overwhelming odds, trying to do as much damage as possible. Chaos may hold this planet but they will pay dearly for it.
764.M41 DAY: 253 DAYS SINCE CHAOS INVASION: 211
Captain Javert Valjean stalked out of his room in the Resistance’s HQ and into the common room where the members of the Resistance had assembled. “Alright men, it’s time we deal a decisive blow to the foul invaders of this planet. We’ve discovered a target of great importance. This is most likely going to be a suicide mission and I need volunteers, so… who’s with me?”
