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Author Topic: The Log of the HMAS Marigold: The Serpent and Cross (Part Six)  (Read 29103 times)
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« Reply #200 on: November 24, 2012, 05:47:10 am »

Th eAetherman annd his aetheradio having been disabled, Rourke tied a message to Mina's foot, to the effect that the gunners should switch to penetrative gun cotton rounds -- and also requested two ATLATL launchers with three torpedo rockets each. He sent Mina aloft and told her to translocate for her own safety, and watched as she disappeared with a loud "POP!" of imploding air. She rematerialized in the Bridge area with a similar sound, and Wellbourne took the message from her foot and gave the necessary orders.

A moment later, she "POPed" back into existence behimnd the crates, sitting on the lashed-together launchers and torpedoes. "You lot, you three," Rouke told off three of the riflemen, "keep yer 'eads down an' get over here!" When they had arrived, he doled out the launchers. "They're gonna start in with gun cotton hullpunchers; you know what they are loik when they 'it. when they do, start poundin' that beastie wi' th' rockets, one after anothe rtil you're out o' ammo. Keep movin' around, so 'e can't get your range or position easily. Good luck. Go on, then!" The men fanned out up and down the street.

Soon, The guns high above seemed almost to cough soundlessly, perfect smoke rings jetting downward from their muzzles. The throbbing whistles and the shockwaves, and thus the reports from each volley, struck with a roaring, multiple-explosive BBBOOOOMMM at almost the same instant as the impact and detonation of each volley, resulting in a whining-whistle, staccatto-like, rolling roar of explosions which were then punctuated by the fire from the ATLATL launchers as the torpedoes struck home. What few windows in the street had been left unbroken by the shockwaves from the guns and the detonatiions of their shells, now shattered, some as far away as three city blocks, and what was left of the marble facade of the Brotherhood's building powdered away in clouds of rubble, to be followed by much of the outer brickwork.
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« Reply #201 on: November 24, 2012, 09:18:54 am »

Starling covered her ears hiding from the sounds that bounced and echoed all around them.  The hound circled then darted forward to once more lash out but it was all too much and it fell then moved no more.  The fire failed and it looked more real and less like something out of a nightmare.  "What was that thing?"  Starling said joining the three riflemen gun ready in case it was somehow only feigning death from the massive wound in it's side. "Whoever is left must be quaking in their robes lets get them before they get us."  The street had to put up with a lot first the heat of the hell hound, the the rounds that shook it and now the weight of Starling and the riflemen.  That was the last straw and it crumbled dropping them down in to a chamber beneath the street.
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« Reply #202 on: November 25, 2012, 10:47:10 am »

Mina let out a nearly-human scream -- neither a screech, nor a shrill squeak,  but what sounded every bit as if a tiny human were wailing while its soul was being ripped out. She did not bother to translocate, but instead shot through the open windscreen to Redburn's immediate left, and plummetted almost too fast to be seen toward the clouds of street-rubble below, and The voice of the Nadir queen could be heard screaming Rourke's name as the bat thundered into the cloud of dust over the hole in a dive that fairly whistled with the wind of her passage.

Rourke rode the crumbling, melting pavement like a Polynesian wave-rider, down, down, keeping his hand clamped to Starling's arm as the rubble landslid toward the subterranean cavity below. Though he managed to keep his footing , it was becoming steadily more difficult to predict what the tumbling stones would do next......
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« Reply #203 on: November 26, 2012, 05:30:59 am »

Starling was doing all she could to stay upright as the world fell apart all around them. They were dropped down in darkness as rock smashed against the walls of some vast chamber.  Starling let out a groan as they barely avoided hitting the wall and rocks rained down on them.  Starling was struck in the neck and head and nearly passed out as stars flashed across her eyes.  "Ooof I have such a headache."  Her hand came back wet as she tried to check over her wounds in the darkness.  Hopefully the bleeding wasn't too bad. "Rourke I have one hell of a knot on my head. are you all right?' Thank goodness for her leg brace or she was sure she would have been rolled under before they made it down here.  "Anyone have a light?"
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« Reply #204 on: November 26, 2012, 05:58:05 pm »

Redburn watched Mina fly out of the Marigold, but could do little more than that. He pulled the ship up from it's strafing run and circled their target once more.

"Spotters, what just happened down there? It looked like something caved in."
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« Reply #205 on: November 27, 2012, 12:57:16 am »

"Keel Spotter One to bridge," a hard-edged female voice, rough with deferred rage and grief, replied. "The street caved in, probably from damage and vibrations caused by the bombardment. Those torpedoes didn't exactly help matters, other than to finally kill that bast--!"

The connection clicked off and then on again. "Sorry, the rockets killed the beast, but probably caused the concussion that caved in that underground chamber - er, assuming that's what it was, at least."

"Stay on station," Bledsoe cut in. "Rourke still might need artillery support. Spotters, look for a green or red rocket flare," or the same colors of  rag or cloth."
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« Reply #206 on: November 29, 2012, 06:30:17 pm »

Grabbing materials that came to hand from the darkness around them (bits of broken wood, rags tormn from uniform tunics and other sources, and smeared with ointments from aid packs) Rourke and the survivors made makeshift torches, aided by the lights from several individuals who had the new flintwheel lighters or vulcan matches.with the torches' as a light surce, lanterns were taken from the packs fo those who still retained them, and lit from the torches; soon light was relatively plentiful, if a bit dim and dusty. Rourke knelf beside Starling, examining her leg and other potential problem areas. Where exactly does it hurt?" he asked after a moment, not sure what he was looking for.
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« Reply #207 on: December 01, 2012, 08:30:57 pm »

"I think a rock got the back of my head and my shoulder.  I know i am bleeding but I don't know from where."  Gingerly she turned her head her neck was already very sore.  "I also think I have a pebble in my brace. Something keeps rubbing my ankle but all in all this is not bad at all considering the earth just swallowed us. Did everyone else make it out alright?"
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« Reply #208 on: December 02, 2012, 03:20:54 am »

Rourke's jawline muscles tensed and his voice went grim at the question. "We've lost 'bout eight riflemen from th' ground floor insertion, an' from what Matt tells me, there were three 'arriers and a bodyguard on th' roof when th' top story came down. Three from th' beast afore your all's escape, and four crushed in the rubble just now... Bosun's still with us, and the Engineer's men, half teh van an' most o' th' regulars. we left with fifty, now we 'ave about thirty hale'n whole. Better'n it could've been, but Gawd, I never git used to losin' men."

He ripped a strip from the lining of his jacket and bound the wound on Starling's head. "beggin' yer pardon," he said, "But it needs a dressin'," he said, as he folded up his kerchief and pushed it gently under the back of Starling's blouse, then ripped another strip from inside his jacket and bound her shoulder while the vblouse held it still. He handed Starling another folded piece of his jacket's lining, saying " 'ere, use this on yer chest, it looks loik ye 'ave a small nick, there. Doc or the nurses'll wrap you up proper when we get back. For now, this'll hold you unless you decoide ter get athletic wit' it." he smiled crookedly at his own joke, and worked the pebble out of her brace. "Be careful, this 'inge looks loik it migh' be bent a bit."

"He straightened and stood up. "Alroight, you lot!" he gestured at the portal that dustily and dimly showed in the wan light from the street above and the flickering, wavy light of the torches and handlamps. "There's where we be a-goin'. Form up in Skirmish!"
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« Reply #209 on: December 10, 2012, 07:02:29 am »

"Stick beside me I don't know how well I can cover my right side with my neck being all stiff like this."  The cultists had hope the momentarily quiet meant the aberrations were dead and buried beneath the earth but the flickering lights under the door proved them wrong.  Sr brother Milford gathered what followers He had left.  "They must come no farther.  We will be their ends." He turned to the more well built of his crew.  "You take the biggest guns we have and keep them back I will chant for them to be bound and exposed and all others join in with any spells you can think of to stop them.  They die here." 
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« Reply #210 on: December 10, 2012, 08:48:17 am »

"Matthews, roll a mortar round against that door. Matthews considered telling the Lieutenant that the impact wouldn't be enough to set off the round, but he shut up and complied instead, pounding the brass dome on the bottom of the shell with his bayonet's pommel and rolling the shell down the short corridor while Rourke drew the Webley once again and waited until the mortar shell rested against the heavy wooden door.

"Cover! protect Miss Starling!" Rourke barked, and squeezed off two shots at the cap on the end of the shell. As the first flash of the shell erupted, Rourke leapt to one side and crouched over Starling as well. Singeing heat and the sting of minute shrapnel stung his back, and then he turned and ordered the men into volley lines, drawing his saber yet again as he did so. "Fix Bayonets!" he shouted. "Make Ready!"

"HAA!!" the Rifles shouted as they crouched into their volleying positions, the two hotchkiss gunners who had survived following suit and racking their weapons' bolts into position. The remnant of the Rifle company bristled like a hedgehog of pikemen, the steel of the bayonets glinting bitterly with the fire from the torches and lanterns.

"FIRE!" Rourke roared, and the antechamber and corridor exploded and rang with a deadly hail of gunfire as the first three ranks of monks were mowed down like wheat before a reaping machine.

"LOAD!"

"FIRE!"

The monks collapsed in hedgerows once again, and then Rourke strode forward. "CHAAARRGEE!!" he bellowed, and the rifle company, save for Starling's escort, ran forward, both firing at and bayonetting any monks who got in the way, Rourke firing the Webley at less than point blank range, and chopping a path before himself. as Even Mina attacked, throwing herself onto groups of Monks and toppling them over-and having a small feast at the same time, her eyes blazing a hellish crimson all the while. The corridor and doorway became a bottleneck for a moment, but then the press forced the monks back, and they were within the basement of the building. Suddenly, however, it was somehow more difficult than it should have been to press forward farther...
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« Reply #211 on: December 10, 2012, 05:23:09 pm »

The fact the floor and ceiling were switching back and forth did not help, neither did the random patches of what felt like quicksand. She could see the monks but each time she hit one it vanished like a reflection and reappeared somewhere else.  "Blasted magic users." Starling grumbled and tried to close her eyes and shoot but with the sound distorted as well she was having no luck.
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« Reply #212 on: December 11, 2012, 07:05:58 pm »

Rourke tried to use the senses that Her Nadir Majesty had mentioned a while back; supposedly associated with his vampirism were not only an animistically-sharp set of the five senses, but a set of "sixth" senses as well. In the dust, smoke and confusion, he reasoned, he should thus be able to find the source of all the monks' ritualizing admn spellcasting. He felt an odd pressure similar to that of the ambient magickal field, as he thought of it (Piggot-Steng and Mr. Ing had both spoken of such a field on several occasions), slightly to the left and in the center of the thronging monks.

Rourke began chopping a path in that direction, just on the off chance. The sensation grew stronger, to the point of a weirdly-familiar itching sensation inside of his skull, the closer he got to the center of the massed monks. But then, it started to move to one side...
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« Reply #213 on: December 11, 2012, 08:09:31 pm »

Falling upward was the most nausating thing ever.  She was very temped to fire Old Betsy a few timesand see if that got it to stop.  Kicking to try and get.upright she pulled one foot out of herhalf quicksand covered boot.  The vines waisted no time in sprouting up and where ever they touched remained stable.  "Rourke look out they are doimg some sort of trip line thing near your feet."  She was half right they were trying to lure him in to a trap while the main group was setting up a wave of fire to fill the tunnels.
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« Reply #214 on: December 12, 2012, 07:31:33 am »

To say that Rourke's career had been a strange and spectacular one would have been an understatement; he had fought the minions of a cursed warlord, as the queen of vampires fought at his side, and healed him, impossibly, of a wound that should have killed anyone who suffered it, and lived on to see the warlord destroyed and his minions scattered. That same queen had claimed him as he own family, and he had served as an enforcer of both hers and the court of Victoria Regina, becoming conversant (if rather coarsely and profanely so) in the matters of both spheres. In particular, the arcane and the weird had become commonplace for him.

It was thus no surprise that he took the inversion of the battlefield in stride, his confidence serving to bolster the courage of the Rifles. Starling's warning caught him just as he was about to step off the the of the precipice formed by the part of the basement's roof that held the stairwell from the surface; he would literally have plummetted straight up, perhaps to smash through the ground floor above. He winked his thanks back over his shoulder at Starling, and saluted her with the saber, then stared at the ceiling-floor at his feet. The voice of Wilhelmina spoke then in his left ear; he nearly started despite her obvious effort to be as unsurprising as possible, as he had not even noticed her landing on his shoulder.

"This is where it gets really interesting, Hannibal dearest," the Nadir Queen's voice said, sounding perfectly normal, from Mina's small befanged mouth. "You need to both look and feel with your eyes, see and smell with your nose. What you are seeking will pop out at you suddenly, so be ready."

Rourke did as instructed, and suddenly there it was, a line of fiery power, with a strangely-violet ball of concentrated force moving off to one side, obviously the decoy that had been pulling him off course. a deeper purple, man-shaped knot of force showed back in the original direction, partially intermittently obscured by shifting curtains of what looked like shimmering curtains of static-charged cotton, the arcing bolts crawling all over the undulating surfaces. Rourke turned toward the obscured knot,. and suddenly the chanting that had been buzzing in his ear grew louder, faster, and more frantic as he began seeing in regular vision the monks crowding around him, and his men cutting them down. as each monk was killed or silenced, a tiny arcing tendril of fire was extinguished, and the man-shaped knot became clearer...
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« Reply #215 on: December 12, 2012, 09:04:51 am »

Sr brother Milford was having a very bad day.  All they had to do was kill a woman and an old man it should have been simple but they were over run.  They had to be stopped or at least slowed until the Grand master was ready with the deep spells to cage them so that their power would no longer help them.  Frowning he started a new spell one of protection that he hoped would seal their foul power out.  He didn't have the force of faith to be completely untouchable but it would at least cause them trouble.  Starling was currently trying to hold her boot while clobbering a monk when the rocks next to them exploded in to hot slivers like you took a rock out of the heart of a fire and tossed it in a creek. She pulled down her cap and jammed the spare aviation goggles over her eyes as bits of hot rock pelted her cheek and neck. "They are throwing rocks at us!"  She shouted doing an silly half turn hop to avoid a pit that opened near her feet,  She wished Redburn was there at least with him this would be less aggravating.
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« Reply #216 on: December 13, 2012, 04:59:38 am »

Rourke turned away from chasing the head monk, firing three riounds in his apparent direction, and then chopped and swlashed his way bacjk through the fighting to Starling'
s side. He grabbed her arm, as gently as he could manage without sacrificing strength, and tried to help her stand upright, albeit they were both standing on the ceiling.

"Lean on me, Miss Starling!" He said, trying for the impossible: a sort of gentle shout.
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« Reply #217 on: December 13, 2012, 06:37:58 am »

"Thanks. You may want some eye covers they are exploding the floor or ceiling or whatever we are standing on." Leaning on him she jammed her boot back on with a squelch.  "Persistent little buggers aren't they?" The vines grew out and over the boot apparently soaking up as much magic as they could.  "Perhaps we should charge them together?  You firing your gun while I try and brake their concentration with a spell.  I can make vines that will bind them up good with a little of the quick sand they keep giving us.  I would blast them with Old Betsy but I can't seem to aim for beans.  I think they have a distortion spell or I am a very bad shot and I don't think I am." 
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« Reply #218 on: December 14, 2012, 08:36:47 am »

"Works fer me," Rourke said, locking his right arm with her left. "Mayhap yer magickal field'll improve me aim," he explained, as he shifted the saber to his left hand, and the Webley to his right. "An' I doubt you're a bad shot. I've too long an experience o' you 'ittin' what yer aim at."
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« Reply #219 on: December 14, 2012, 09:37:39 am »

"They are pumping out a hell of a lot of magic to get at us. I can feel it in my leg."  It felt like bees swarming and was not at all pleasant.  "That big one is the center of things but I think we need to take down his toadies because he is glowing and that can't be good."  It was not, She realized as he gestured at them and more of the floor exploded showering them with heated rock fragments. She hurled a handful of earth at him and missed by a mile. "Some thing is certainly off." Starling said with a frown, that should have hit him.  He looked at her smiling but it didn't last long as vines erupted hungry for magic and went for the nearest monks.  "Take that you bastard!" 
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« Reply #220 on: December 15, 2012, 06:52:58 am »

Rourke used the opportunity to squeeze off a couple of shots at the Senior Monk; surprisingly renough, one bullet whipped through the man' hair, yanking several locks free it from the braided rope gather at the back of his head, 2while the second struck a gold pectoral pendant around his neck, nearly knocking the monk to the floor.
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« Reply #221 on: December 15, 2012, 08:40:15 am »

The vines exploded with growth draining the nearest monks and breaking their concentration.  The floor lurched beneath them as the magic raveled and threatened to fall away. Starling looked worried at her feet. "I think we best find a way down before we get dropped on our heads."
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« Reply #222 on: December 16, 2012, 03:24:00 pm »

Rourke tugged at his harness belt, the same one worn by nearly all British airmen, lodcated the line with singlehook attached that had become part of the Marigold's crew's standard equipment, and and yelled out, "Deploy hooks! Hang HO!." HE grabbed Starling around teh waist, perhaps none too gently, but under the cuircumstances  it had to be done -- and said, " 'Ang on toight, Miss Starling, " as he simultaneously bent down and hooked the hook over one of the wrist-thick vines.

And then the world turned right-side up again, dangling them frpom the still partially coiled line, about two feet off of teh floor. Rourke hopped down as teh rest of teh Rifles did the same. They continued fighting, and even managed to press the Senior monk and his entourage in the few moments of spent spellpower that followed the end of the gravity-inversion spell.
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« Reply #223 on: December 16, 2012, 08:28:47 pm »

"Ahh it is nice to be right side up." She did a test fire of the pistol Talbot had given her and much to her delight he shot was spot on. "The redirection spell is gone."  She said cheerily smashing the butt of Old Betsy in to a cultist.  The vines were fat and flowering with magic as the monks fled every which way. Sr brother Milford was left with three men his glow was still there but the others were drained from their endeavors and armed with only knives and mad fervor.   They spun madly like dervishes striking out where ever they could.  Starling fired a few more times mainly to get them out of the way but when a bullet looked to strike the Sr brother his glow deflected it. 

He laughed.  "You can't touch me, you vile creature my faith is my armor." 

Starling looked at him ready to thwack him with whatever was at hand.  "I am vile?  You are the bastard that released hell hounds on London."
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« Reply #224 on: December 16, 2012, 11:45:55 pm »

"Armor of Light, Armor of light..." Rourke cursed sulphurously. "Now whats that about Armor of Light  that the brigadier said, something about 'aiming for the darkness at its heart, was it?...' He saw an odd shadow among the glowing masses on the Monsignior's chest, about where a pectoral target would be above a breastplate. "I wonder..." Rourke aimed and fired at that point...
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