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Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
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It is the 41st Millennium.

For more than a hundred centuries the God Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.

Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty ships cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars. Their way is lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten and will never be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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« Reply #1 on: July 22, 2013, 04:00:34 AM »

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Tattered Fates


Chapter 1: The Red Cages

Thought for the day:
Innocence proves nothing.

Darkness has taken you, leaving you endlessly falling into an empty oblivion without sight or sound. Moments flash briefly into being, and then fate out again: A cold iron table and bright light above you, the mocking voice of a child, the reeking stench of beasts and raw meat, weightlessness, the hammering of great machinery, and finally, fetid black water oozing beneath you and chill winds stirring foul air.

Vaguely, you remember things. You had been stealing your way up to the middle levels of the hive to rob and steal for years, disguised so that no one would notice you. You are wanted, but not for your robberies... rather, you are condemned for refusing to attend the factory job in the lower levels that is your lot in life, but none of the enforcers come down this far to look for you and force you into it. Down in the depths of the hive, where you need to struggle to hear anyone talk over the vast sound of moving machinery, the huge, repeated thud and rush of air as the life support systems for the entire, monolithic city pull in diseased air and pump it back upward... never to you, never to the people it takes from. It is left to filter back down through the city, growing more polluted and more filled with rot as it goes further down, until it reaches you. You have never seen the sun, the sky.

You were making a trip to the middle levels... a merchants you had stolen the keys for was going to be leaving for the upper levels today. You might be able to make so much as a golden eagle off of this trip, a veritable fortune to one like you, more than your factory job would pay in two years. Then you were grabbed from behind. One of the gangs who thrives down here? An enforcer, having finally found you? You never saw them. Only a dark cloth over your face, your nose and mouth, a cloying, sweet odor, then nothing.

You wake slowly to find yourself paralyzed in the cold darkness, you voice silent and unable to make a sound, your body as limp and as useless as a rag doll as you hang upside down from chains. You are helpless to act or speak, or even to hold your thoughts together - they keep running in random directions, and holding onto even one of them for several seconds seems to take more effort than you can spare. Still, however, you can hear the ragged breathing of others in the dark, telling you that you are not alone in your fate, and you can feel the bone-deep ache in your limbs confirming that you have not yet gone to the Emperor - you yet live.

Sickly-green lamps flicker on the walls, and a dozen figured appear, wading shin deep through rank waters toward the cold platform on which you and the other tangled forms hang. They were ragged cloaks over dark body armor, and their faces are covered by grotesque animal masks fashioned from glittering metal and stitched skin. Each mask is different, one a hound, one a serpent, another a swine, and so on, while the leader of the group wears the gilded visage of a Jackal with crimson, possibly bloody, teeth.

Chains are released and you are dumped into the ice-cold filth of the water with the others, all equally helpless, heaped up like a mass grave for the living. Each of them, including you, are swiftly and perfunctorily examined by the masked men like livestock at market. The Jackal Mask barks a curt order, and then he and the others back away swiftly back into the darkness.

Frost creeps along the walls, and the waters beneath you grow colder, as chill as the grave, as from the darkness a human-shaped, spike-studded metal cabinet comes into view, pushed along by two stunted and misshapen figured. Another shadowed form, tall and lean, hangs back on the edges of sight behind them. Horror is heaped upon horror as the iron cabinet opens to reveal the severed head and mutilated torso of a young and once beautiful woman, floating within a column of unearthly light. The woman's eyes snap open, and cruel white light floods out of them. You can feel the stabbing claws of vile power invading your mind with its polluting touch as you and your fellow captives finally find voice enough to scream out loud.

The force withdraws suddenly as the iron cabinet doors snap shut. A silver-clawed hand rises from the darkness and indicated three captives, one at a time. The misshapen figures lunge forth and drag them screaming into the darkness where they are abruptly silenced.

Mercifully, you are not among them.

The light fades, and oblivion, thankfully, takes you once more.

- - - - -

You awaken once more to find yourself in a wide, circular, high sided pit, perhaps sixty feet across and at least twenty high, and you are not alone. There are other captives, some of them awake, sitting up, walking around, digging in the sand beneath their feet, and more; others of them still unconscious or dead on the ground. The surface beneath you is covered with moist, reeking sand, littered with broken bones and other detritus that might once have been clothing. You can't help but recognize the pit, though you have never seen it before: Any but the most sheltered in a hive city would know it. It is a blood-sports pit. Where people fight and die for amusement.

Another thing you recognize that far fewer would... the reek is that of rotting blood. It soaks the sand, likely just beneath the surface. Old, weeks or months old, from men and women and beasts now long dead.

Set into the rusted metal walls and irregular intervals are spiked and studded iron grates of varying shapes and sizes and flickering lumen globes recessed into the walls behind a heavy mesh. The walls of the pit are topped with inward curving, sabre-like blades and loose coils of corroded razor wire. Beyond that is a darkness from which you can see nothing, but can hear the distant rumble of vast, heavy machinery.

There are about twelve others awake... not all the same type of captive, however. Some look like you, or other men and women you have seen: Hardened, underhive scum. There is another who looks like a merchant, and two whom you have never seen the like of but if you had to imagine what the nobility looked like in their spires high above your miserable levels, the two women would look like this. Others were even stranger... some were even tanned by the head of a sun, tans of people who worked fields, and one man even bore regimental tattoos, marking him as a soldier of the Scintillan XXXIV Guard Regiment... a trained soldier of the Emperor.

You are wearing your clothing, and your disguise as a man seems to be intact, but you are completely unarmed and unequipped other than that: No ID, no credits, not even the small knife that everyone in the underhive carries to defend themselves. Feel free to ask any other question you wish, then decide what you do.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #2 on: July 22, 2013, 07:28:27 AM »

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[float=right] [/float]This was hell of an opportunity for Cindeo. One she could not miss. This could change  her life. The opportunity she had been desperate for. This could change her life. There was an eagerness.

The feeling of arms around her. Starting to fight. To raise her hands. A step backward. Blackness.

Blackness. Floating. Oblivion. Free. Flight. Voices. Falling. Something.

Waking, her world was upside down. Unable to move. That was a terrifying feeling. To have lost all ability to fight, to  move. Blue eyes wide as she struggled to make sense of what she was seeing. Catching sight of the figures approaching. Animals. It was  her first thought. Struggling to make sense they were masks. She was not sure if that was better or worse. The closer they got, the more she realized it was worse.

Suddenly she was falling, splashing. Unable to move. Eyes wide, Chest falling and rising rapidly. Feeling hands on her. Pulling at her. Then they are stepping back. She thought they are leaving. Convinced she was dead. Or going to be in a moment.

There was confusion as a chest was brought forward. Then opened. Feeling almost violated. Beyond violated. Her eyes were unable to make sense of the scene before her. It was likely just as well. Starting to scream in pain till blackness swallowed her.

Coming awake, she was use to horrible smells, but there were some scents that were horrible and hit the core. The scent of rot and decay and blood was one of those scents. Feeling like she was coming out of a  horrible dream. Or maybe a nightmare. Nothing made sense for a moment. Eyes struggling to take everything in. A bit of shock as she realized she could move.

Pushing up into a sitting position. Laying down was for prey and the sick. Blue eyes taking in her surroundings. For the first time since being grabbed, she knew where she was. Why and how was not so clear. There was no doubt that she should have been sentenced at trial, but there had been no trial or arrest. At least... nothing... that she remembered...

Gloved hands brushing over her body. Instincts searching that her buttons and such that her clothes were in tact. Her shirt and pants were still secured. The wrappings that compressed her breast and body. Hiding her gender. It was not something that she thought about often these days. There was a need for confidence, but after all this, she was a bit surprised that she had not been completely stripped and looted.

Cindeo reached for the blade that she always carried. Finding it gone, her heart near stopped. If someone had found it, what else had they found. The keys were gone. Everything but her clothes were gone. There was a flick of terror going through  her. Double checking her body again as if to reassure the likelihood that her identity had been discovered.

Eyes flicking over the sands and people. Sizing each up. Figuring out who to avoid. Who was prey, who was predator. Sharp eyes searching the ground. She was looking for something useful. At first all she saw were bits and pieces of cloth. Finding bones. Trying not to draw weary eyes, she moved to pocket those that were closet to her and she thought might be sharp enough to be a weapon

As she became sure that she was not in pain or hurt, she moved to push to her feet. Starting to pace around the area Maybe a fools errand, but she was looking for an escape. Refusing to simply accept her fate.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #3 on: July 22, 2013, 08:10:18 AM »

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As Cindeo searched the room, she found plenty of pieces of bone sharp enough to serve as functional daggers. It might be foolish to expect such a weapon to last for more than one or two blows, brittle as much of the bone is, but they were certainly sharp, easily able to cut skin or stab deep into it. Looking around the amphitheater, she could see a few places where others have tried to climb out in the past, the rust scraped off the way by repeated, clawing abrasions. It did not appear any have been successful, and it was not hard to see why. The walls have a distinct lack of features above halfway up the twenty foot climb, and no handholds at the top at all save for razor  sharp blades. One person wouldn't have a prayer of managing to climb it.

While she did that, one of the wandering men, a bruisery man that her instincts pegged immediately as a tough and best avoided, brushed too close to one of the noblewomen, making her already stained gown move, and she struck out at him, pushing him. "Stay away from me, filth!" she said, her voice like the nervous trilling of a bird. "Do you know who I am? I am lady Guillifort of Calixas, and I will not be treated as such!"

The large man looked shocked that she would touch him, though he didn't not even rock with her push. Slowly he looked down at where she had touched him, then back up to her. "I don't give a shit who you are," he snarled as he backhands her, sending the noblewoman spinning to the ground on her knees. "Don't you know what this place is, you high bred sack of shit? We're all going to be dead within the hour. Are you so stupid you can't see that?"

He stood over her, a dark shine in his eyes as he looked at the woman. "In fact, you've given me an idea. I guess I might just have a bit of fun before I die, and it's nice of you to volunteer." He reached down at put one hand on her dress, and the slight, expensive, showy fabric tore with barely any effort. Lady Guillifort screamed, attracting the attention of anyone who wasn't already watching, and the noble collapsed on top of her, grabbing her and bearing her all the way down to the sand.

The other noblewoman's mouth was open in shock, seeming unsure of whether to try and help or to get as far away as possible. She never had a chance to decide before another man, obviously in agreement with the first, tackled her to the ground and began tearing at the screaming woman's clothing. There were two other women in the group, and several men's hungry eyes turned toward them, and began advancing.

No eyes turned towards her. Other men, smaller, less intimidating men, or those who had a shred of decency even in these circumstances, were backing away from the whole mess. No one felt like trying to stop the huge man or the small mob he had suddenly inspired... no one felt up to the task.

(What do you do?)
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #4 on: July 23, 2013, 02:15:56 AM »

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[float=right] [/float]Cindeo rapidly scanned the room. Starting to move around slowly. Avoiding people best she could. Eyes constantly moving. Looking for bones worth picking up. She had not problem killing if need be, mainly if her life was in danger.

There was a sudden explosion of activity. One of the women finding insult or something against the male. Inwardly, she cringed. Knowing how stupid that bitch had to be. In the lower levels, women do their best not to draw attention. Certainly they dont act like that. Already she knew what was about to happen. Likely most of the room did, except for the victim.

From the corner of her eye, she watched the woman's dress be ripped off. It triggered a chain reaction. Another man grabbing the other female. A feeding frenzy as the remaining female found themselves advanced on. A little tense, she held her own breath as she watched and waited. Waited to see if someone was going to approach her.

As the sounds of screams filled the arena, Cindeo made a wide berth around the rapes. Approaching the gates set in the door. Knowing whatever was going to come through them, this was also the only real way out. While she kept her eyes on her back, she was searching for a weakness to get the gates open.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #5 on: July 23, 2013, 03:42:10 AM »

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Within moments, the other two women were being thrown to the ground as well, and they had a man inside them within just a few seconds more. Not one of the abusers seemed inclined to any sort of patience, perhaps always monstrous, perhaps driven so by their imprisonment, the impending doom awaiting them. Over the screams of the noblewomen and the other two, Cindeo could run her hands over the grates recessed into the wall. They were embedded with spikes on this side designed to stop someone from pressing too hard against them, or battering them down, but there was nothing of the soft on the far side. Beyond it was a dark tunnel, perfectly smooth and about five feet wide and about seven tall, stretching forward at least ten feet before the light failed and she could see no more. Unfortunately, there was no visible mechanism to operate the door. It seemed to be pulled up from within the wall, rather than swing out or have accessible chains.

As she examined the door, suddenly the air around her seems to vibrate slightly with a sound, foreign to faint noise of machines working in the distance. It took several seconds of straining hearing before she could make them out... barking. Dozens of barks, like from the Cyber-Mastiffs that sometimes accompanied the random patrols of the enforcers through the lower hive, like the sounds made by the feral wolf-hounds that stalked the lowers levels and deepest shadow of her hive, all too thrilled to drag a weak, isolated target to his or her death in the darkness.

The sound was coming up the tunnel, somewhere int he blackness. It was unlikely anyone else had heard it yet... Cindeo could only barely hear it, and she was directly at the mouth, furthest from the noise of the rapes, but immediately after she had identified the sound the lumen globes in the arena all go out. Darkness pours over the pit like a crashing wave, sinking them instantly into Stygian blackness and the people in the pit screaming in surprise and panic.

She couldn't see anything at all for several seconds, and in the black she could focus more completely on the barking. It was growing louder... slowly, growing louder. Then the lights all flooded back on, but far dimmer than they had been before, the lumen globes at less than half power, and they seemed to grow even dimmer and brighten slightly in a rhythm that reminded her uncomfortably like a heartbeat.
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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #6 on: July 23, 2013, 04:37:27 AM »

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[float=right] [/float]The sound of the barking, she stumbled back in shock. Cyber-Mastiffs or feral wolf-hounds. Neither were good. For a moment she was stunned, then everything was black. Dark that only life this far below the surface could cause.

Slowly the lights came back on. The signal that death was about to start. Turning in the blinking light, she started to run across the arena. Her aim was for another gate. Doubting that she would have better luck getting it open, but she was desperate. Refusing to let the dogs get her. It was worse than a death sentence. Using long legs to get across the sand.

Cindeo's eyes searched for a way to open one of the gates. Failing that, she was prepared to climb. No doubt it was going to be a hard climb, but her life was hard. Using the meshing of the gate for  hand holds and if she could without cutting her feet, use the spikes to step on. Desperate to climb up the gates, to get past what the dogs could reach.

.... I need an orgasm and a nap....

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #7 on: July 23, 2013, 05:08:18 AM »

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There were no visible means of opening one of the gates, any of the gates... no controls on this side of the pit, no chains or belts or handles. They were hard to climb, the grille too small to gain much leverage, but Cindeo tried anyway, her long legs kicking for purchase while her fingers dug into tiny cracks between steel plates. (System Check - Climb: Fail, 1 degree) Her fingers, however, couldn't get enough of a grip to support her weight, and her legs couldn't find any purchase to help alleviate the strain. She wasn't falling, but she couldn't move from where she was clinging to try and find a higher up handhold. The top ledge of the pit seemed impossibly far away.

Then she felt a pair of hands on her legs, but they weren't trying to drag her down. Rather, they seemed to be pushing her up. Beneath her, she could look down and see the gruff looking soldier she had seen earlier, the one in the Guard tattoos, was holding her leg, giving her some leverage to push against and try to make her climb. (System Check - Climb, Assisted: Success, 1 degree) "Go!" He called, trying to be quiet and shout at the same time. "They are getting closer," he said, turning his head to look at the gate.

When Cindeo looked upward again, she was in for a surprise. Where just a moment ago there had been the empty lip of the ring, surrounded in the blades and razor sharp edges of chain, there was now a man standing. He wasn't directly above her, but close enough that he was looking almost directly down at the climbing girl. Half shrouded in the darkness, wearing a dark leather cloak, the only bit of his features you can make out is the elaborate heron mask that covered his face. It appeared to be made of polished bone, framed by a spray of golden feathers, and it gleams magnificently in the dim light. He does not seem alarmed by your climb, or scornful, or anything at all. Just quietly, impassively observant.

In the pit below, there is a grinding noise  as the cage grating she had noticed earlier starts to climb upward, opening the yawning portal where the barking sounds are growing every louder, and if anyone in the pit wasn't aware of them, they are becoming so rapidly now.

Cindeo is running out of time.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #8 on: July 23, 2013, 05:35:38 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] The thought was not a great thought out plan. All she wanted was to be above the dogs reach. She had not entirely considered what would happen when she gets to the top. The very top of the arena was still some distance away. Maybe she thought she would just cling there. Cling above the head of the dogs. It seemed like as good of a plan as anything.

That did not take into account the fact that any guards were not going to let her simply walk away. They had the ability to either get her down, or knock  her down. Maybe even just wait till she grew too weak and fall for the dogs. It was a bad plan, but it was literally all she had. There was a moment that she clung there, desperate for another hold, but feeling like she was not going to find it. Knowing she was not high enough, the dogs were going to grab her.

Even though the sound of the dogs was distant, she yelled as she felt something on her ankle. Certain the dog had her. Eyes wide she looked down desperately. Shocked to see the guard that had been in the pit. He was pushing her up. Trying to help  her. That was the last thing she might have ever expected. Nodding quickly, she did  her best, putting all her strength into pulling herself up.

"thank you...." Managing between breaths.

In the back of  her mind she said a silent prayer. This was not for herself, but for him. That there was time and means for him to follow her. It was not often she prayed, but then again, it was not often anyone ever thought about anyone but themselves either

The sudden appearance of the male above her was another shock. Had the situation below her not been so bad, she might have been fearful or given up hope. As was, she would rather deal with the figure above her than the dogs below her. Honestly even being thrown off the top was preferable to being ripped apart while completely conscious, at leas a fall would quicken her death.

"Shit!!!" Swearing softly.

"Climb!!!" Calling down to him. Not for her own  help, but she felt she owed it to him as well for his help. Using every bit of adrenaline and strength she had to climb. Desperate to reach the edge and pull herself up. Unable to believe that she could not do it.


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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #9 on: July 23, 2013, 06:25:26 AM »

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The gate, slowly opening, abruptly stoped as though jammed, halfway open. That got the first response from the figure on the ledge as he turned his face toward it briefly before his attention returns to Cindeo. The figure silently watched as she climbed. He made no move to stop her at all, nor did he try to help or encourage the climb. He just watched. It was like being spied upon by a statue who's eyes moved to follow her.

She could smell them now... a stench of rot and decay that billowed forth from the opening. The naked women had been left alone on the sand as the men backed away, putting themselves as far away from the gate as possible. One man, skinny, frail, started babbling the words of the Emperor's Vindication, making the sign of the Aquila frantically on his chest with shaking hands. "The Emperor protects," he was mumbling again and again as his prayer fell off, unable to get out specific words. He just kept repeating it over and over. "The Emperor protects."

The barking had broken up now into more of a continual howl, and she was able to make out multiple voices among the cacophony now, and she could hear the pounding footsteps as they ran up the tunnel, through the darkness. The inhuman howling became a frenzied chorus of screams as a writhing tide of bone and meat erupted from the darkness of the tunnel. Struggling and tearing at one another in their haste to reach the pit were a pack of hideous creatures; lean, feral things of jutting bone and glistening muscles caged beneath translucent, membranous skin. The first one, breaking away from the pack, hurled itself out of the tunnel mouth and into the pit itself, rearing up momentarily on two legs, tail and a pair of mighty tentacles erupting from it's back lashed ferociously at the dirty sand and sent it spraying.

[float=left][/float]It appeared the size of a large dog, save for the tentacles from it's back... perhaps a hundred and twenty pounds of killing fury. It's skull turned this way and that as it searched for prey. Behind it, its fellows were caught struggling against the half open gate, pushing, forcing it, none willing to give quarter to allow one of the others through ahead of it. For the moment, this one was alone inside the pit.

Laying on the floor, naked and raped, Lady Guillifort screamed out in terror, and as if that were a signal the beast leaped into action, its tentacles darting toward the fallen women. One of them slid effortlessly between her legs, finding the raw, bloody opening and slamming itself into it. For an instant, it appeared as though the monster was going to fuck her as well, but then the second tentacle is forced inside her, pushing her too wide for belief as the pair of tendrils fill her up, and then with a scream and a horrible tearing noise, the beast simply ripped the noblewoman in two. It roared once again and charged for one of the smaller men, leaping nearly ten feet in the air and coming down with deadly pounce on top of him, unhinged jaws already seeking his throat.

Below Cindeo, the guardsman who had helped her stopped his attempt to climb out, having made no progress. His face pales as he looks at the beast and the others in the entryway, trying to get it, as he looked up at you for a moment. Then he bent down, picked up the largest piece of bone he could find, and hefted it like a club as he stood against the wall with the other survivors, unwilling to go down without a fight when it came for him.

(System Check - Climb, Challenging: Success, 1 degree)

Cindeo manages to climb up another five feet, nearly in reach of the lip of the ring. The silent figure, having been momentarily distracted by the bloody death of Lady Guillifort, is now watching her exclusively. However, she can no longer find an easy way to advance. The rim is edged with rusted, but still obviously sharp razorwire, more than sufficient to slice off her fingers if she put against weight against it. The only other handholds are the inward curving blades, and she can spot nothing useful to pulll herself further up with. (System Check - Awareness, Hard: Failure, 2 degrees) Furthermore, she can feel her fingers tiring from holding such a precarious grip for so long. She will not be able to hold this perch forever.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #10 on: July 23, 2013, 06:48:38 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] Cindeo did her best not to look at the room. Not to listen. She could not block it out, but she tried. Focusing on her flight. Knowing that if she got distracted this was over. Suddenly the soldier was gone.

"No..." Realizing what he was doing. She hated to see anyone die like that.

Still if he did not have the will to follow, she could not force him. Nor would she die on the floor fighting. She did no even want to imagine.

"Fuck..." Growling softly in frustration at herself. Feeling her body struggling. This was beyond anything she had done to keep alive before. She had good strength, but there was simply nothing to hold on to.
 
So close. She knew she was so close. So was the real problem. Somehow getting over the rim. Trying not to lose her grip, she did her best to shift her jacket material over her hand just a bit. Seeking any protection. Trying to tell herself she could suffer some cuts and blood lose if she could just pull herself up. Hearing another scream in the background, she almost resolved that it was better to lose a finger or two in this than fall now.

"... are you going to help..." Growling softly. Not talking to anyone but herself. Not actually looking at the man. Her eyes desperately seeking for something to grab on to. Knowing she had just another minute before this was all for nothing.

Honestly she never expected an answer. It was her taking out her frustration. She had gotten closer than she was sure most had in a long time. Feeling like she was a fingers tip away from safety, she might as well have been a mile for all the good it was doing her.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #11 on: July 24, 2013, 03:12:35 AM »

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(System Check - Climb, Hard: Fail, three degrees.) Her hands wrapped in the fabric of her sleeve, Cindeo reached up, seeking a handhold that could be found on the razorwire coated edge. There was none. Everywhere she touched and started to apply pressure, she could feel the fabric beginning to cut at a rate that all but assured her hand would be sliced open too badly to be usable. The curved blades were even worse, giving nearly no place to grip them that wasn't razor-edged but the sides, and that didn't provide enough leverage to hold her weight. There was simply no place to use to pull herself over the wire and to the relative safety of outside the pit. The continual reshuffling of her grip nearly makes the girl loose her balance several times, but she - barely - manages to keep herself from falling.

A clatter of sound. The man in the heron mask was clapping, his eyes fixated on her and a broad grin across his face as though he appreciated the show she was giving. He seemed to nod approvingly, then walked backward and out of sight into the darkness over the lip of the pit.

In the arena below, it had become a charnal house. The single beast was tearing apart foes with impunity, warding off anyone that attempted to attack it with its mighty tentacles while it used its claws and teeth to shred its chosen prey. Fresh crimson blood flooded over the dirty sand, and the sounds of panicked screaming and blood-choked gurgling were only barely audible over the howling of the pack, still fighting to manage to enter the arena.

A sharp snapping sound caught her attention, dragged it back to the lip of the pit. The man in the heron mask was back, and he carried an ax... the sort of huge tool that would be used for chopping something truly massive. He raised it above his head and, with a bloodlusty-cry, brings it slamming down on the coils of razor wire by where he stands. Twice, three times, four times he brings the ax down before the coil snaps, unwinding away from the small place where he stands, about 8 feet horizontally away from where Cindeo was climbing... perhaps close enough to work her way sideways along the pit to reach, using the deadly blades as guiding handholds.

In the pit below, there is a ruckus as the fighting beasts manage to push up the gate microscopically, allowing a second creature entrance before it falls back into place with a metallic crash, restraining the horde once again. The tentacled horror spends a moment shaking its head, dazed and a bit confused, but it will no doubt be mere seconds before it joins its fellow in the slaughter.

This post has a BAD END. These are short, frequently violent, often contain snuff, and are alternative ways it could have gone. Read it here if you dare.)
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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2013, 03:45:36 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] Cindeo cussed and swored every time her hand came down on the wire or blade or edge. Frustrated. Not giving up, but her position was so precarious. A constant struggle to fine a hand placement and keep the one she had that kept her on the gate. Refusing to stop searching, to stop trying. So damn close. So close.

The sound of clapping finally drew her eyes completely to him. If she had more energy she might had snarled at him. Anger and frustration clear in her eyes. If she was going to say something, it was lost in the fact that he walked away. For a moment she stared after him. He was leaving her. Telling herself it was probably for best as she continued to struggle for a hand hold. Swearing she needed just one.

There was so much false hope. That she was this close. Yet so far away. A noise above her, caused her eyes to flick around, widening as she saw the man return. A huge ax with him this time. There was a quiet knowledge in her that he was about to kill her. All this work and she was about to die. If she started to climbed downward the moment she saw him, maybe she could escape being struck by it, but she had fought too hard for her hold to simply give it up. In the back of her mind death by ax seemed much better choice than by the thing below her.

It was not until the third strike she realized what he was doing. Giving her a place to put her fingers. It took her a moment to realize this was likely the only help she was going to get. It would have been too simple for him to have offered his hand. Still she took the help that she could in whatever form. This was a new direction and a lot of work, but it was the only chance she was going to have. Drawing a breath, she started to move. Forcing her fingers and hands to work. Willing them to grip each spot and hold securely before moving her other hand.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #13 on: July 24, 2013, 05:14:25 AM »

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(System Check: Stamina, Challenging: Success, three degrees!)
(System Check: Climb, Easy: Success, two degrees.)


The nearness of escape seemed to give Cindeo a second wind, an abrupt rush of energy to reinvigorate fatigued limbs and keep her climbing. A moment ago, she had felt on the verge of slipping. Now the surging of adrenaline seemed to power her quickly across the gap between her and the hole the Heron Masked man had made in the razor-wire. Horrible sounds were coming from below, screams and roars and the tearing of flesh, and she made it to the opening in record time, searching for a grip to pull herself up.

(System Check: Climb, Routine: Success, one degree.) The handholds were easy to find, effortless almost now that there is nothing sharp in the way, and her fingers wrapped around an iron bar at the ledge and hauled herself hard over it, breathing hard and suddenly exhausted, as if that last surge of adrenaline had left her drained and ready to go back to sleep.

The top of the pit was a rusted metal gantry overlooking the frenzy of death below it. Several wheel-locked pressure doors led out of the area, one of which has been left ajar. The man in the Heron mask who had watched her, ultimately saved her, was nowhere to be seen. A body lay slumped and dead over by a set of crude, blood-drenched controls and a cracked pict-screen that showed nothing but static. Beside it, stabbed into the wall by a dagger, was a flimsy paper note left by the controls with words on it that she was too far away to read.

Of potentially more immediate interest, from here she could see a set of controls along the pit edge that, if turned, would lower a ladder down into the pit of churning madness and death, where half the captives had already been devoured by the pair of monsters.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #14 on: July 24, 2013, 06:06:46 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] Cindeo found her body moving along until there was a free space. Pulling herself up, if she was more feminine, she might have cried as she collapsed. As was, she had put all those kind of emotions away years ago. Her mind and actions were as far from feminine. Pulling the hood of her jacket up over her head. Still shaking a bit, but afraid if she just sat there, she would be dead.

As exhausted as she was, she rapidly took in her surroundings. As she was alone, she spared a look back into the arena below. Still  hearing the horrible sounds. Her eyes quickly found the soldier. The one that had given her the chance to escape. He had given  her the much needed boost. Looking around, there was a sense that she owed him... something...

Cindeo's eyes found it. The control to lower the ladder into the arena caught her eye. That was something. Pushing herself somewhat up to her feet, still feeling so weak, she slowly made her way over to the panel. Using the panel to lower the ladder. Not sure anyone would notice right away.

"... Ladder!!!" Calling out, trying to pull some attention.

Cindeo's attention turned to getting her own butt out of here. She was giving them a chance. A cheaper way to escape that fate. That did not mean she wanted to stick around for them. She was the solo type and she wanted the hell away from this damn place. Heading toward the door and the piece of paper that was left behind. Her finger eager to be around that dagger. A lot better of a replacement than the knife that she had.

Kneeling quick next to the dead guard. Fingers brush through pockets. Out of habit looking for weapons, money, useful items. Although she was known to take gloves and random items.

Note in hand, her eyes scanned it quickly. Taking in the words before ducking into the door. Taking t his as her exit. Not sure where she was going, but she was good with directions. Surely she could find herself somewhere safe and familiar. At least that was her self confidence.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #15 on: July 25, 2013, 03:22:04 AM »

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The man by the controls was obviously a burly man, his form covered by badly soiled overalls covered in a patchwork of flayed skin, hide, and trinkets. His face is almost completely covered by a crudely stitched cloth mask incorporating dirty lensed eye pieces and a clogged breather mark. He had his throat slashed open from behind with a slash deep enough to several his spine and nearly decapitate him. The dagger pinning the note to the wall is bloody, and likely the source of the wound. Ruffling through his pockets produces several unsavory charms of unknown, likely animal, origin, a multi-key of some sort hanging from his belt by a leather throng, a heavy meat hook, and, at last, a snub pistol. He had no additional rounds for it, and it was only loaded with 4 slugs, but far better than nothing.

The knife is an elegant things, clearly well made with a well-crafted saints head carved as the pommel. It looks extremely sharp, possible a mono-edge (blade width is only one atom thick), and likely expensive. It is drenched with blood on the blade, and holding it gives Cindeo a nagging sense of unease that she can't quite place.

The note is short. It is written in beautiful, scripted letters, and is stained with what might be blood...

The Note.

Outside the pressure sealed door, there was a scortched metal hallway, stretching on towards another metal door with a wheel-lock. Toward it, the sounds of machinery grow stronger with every step, and upon reaching the next door, Cindeo can see that it is open, just resting in its frame rather than sealed there. Pushing it open revealed a sight that is both marvelous and terrifying.

Outside the door is a metal catwalk, merging into three other bridges of grated metal stretching into a red haze fog. They stretch out into the huge, huge open space until she loses sight of them in the mist and red light. Never in her life has Cindeo seen an area so big... even the largest of caverns in the underhive didn't approach this size. This was what the surface of a planet must be like... huge and open. Below her, easily visible through the grated floor, the spaced stretched on down forever as well. She could see no walls, no floor, no ceiling. Just red mists and bridges, attached by wires that ran up into the fog until they, too, disappeared. Elsewhere, she thought that she could make out more bridges, not connected to the catwalk she was on, but she couldn't be sure of any except the ones some one hundred feet above her.

Directly behind her, shaped like a hexagonal pylon, was a metal shaft the door was in. It too stretched into the distance up or down, presumably down to the floor and maybe up the ceiling, but Emperor help her if she could see. Black, block lettering on the pillar said Vault 23.

What do you do? There are other doors inside, back in the room with the pit if you wish to follow those instead. Otherwise, there are three bridges in front of you that stretch into the distance, no clear sign of where any of them go... but they all seem stable at a glance, and striking them with your foot doesn't make them so much as sway.
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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #16 on: July 25, 2013, 04:14:04 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] No warm words for her, but it matters not to her. She did not expect as much. Such did not exist in her life. Still she was grateful to him. No doubt she would be dead if not for his  help. Folding t he note, she placed it in her pocket.

Cindeo looked out the door and down the edges of the bridge. Never had she had a fear of heights, but looking into the abyss, she thought she found some fear. She would cross them if need be, she was not eager to do so yet.

Stepping backwards, a few backward steps, taking in the sight of the room. She starts opening the doors. Not sure what she is looking for. Some kind of instinct, some kind of inner voice that she has trusted this far to point her.... where....

Her first thought was home. After this, wanting to go home... but as she stood here... she had to see the potential. A potential for a new way of life. That made her grin.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #17 on: July 25, 2013, 05:31:05 AM »

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Back in the room with the pit, the first door she opened showed a small room behind, cramped and filled with what appeared to be broken pieces of machinery. There was a door at the other end of the room, however, and there was an unholy terrible smell coming from it. It reeked of death, rot, and blood.

[float=left][/float]With a grunt of effort, the tattooed soldier grasped the top of the ladder in the room, pulling himself up. He seemed to be missing a boot, one foot covered only in a sock, and after he pulled himself up to the top, he turned and began kicking at someone on the ladder below him, two kicks, three kicks, four, and then there is a scream, receding as someone fell. Cindeo can't hear the impact with the ground over the rucus.

He turned to you and grinned wickedly. "Thanks," he said, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his forehead. "Had to take out the trash, but I made it out of there."
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #18 on: July 25, 2013, 07:01:17 AM »

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[float=right] [/float] Cindeo looked over at the solider. Passively noting as he kicked a survivor down. She did wonder what the difference between that one and herself when he had helped her earlier. She had watched him go back to the fight rather than try to follow her. Letting her first impression and instincts that had served her for years to make a judgement.

"The guard... has a spare pair of boots..." Pointing out. "He does not seem to be using..."

The door she opened seems to be trash. One door I am refusing to open. It seemed she was going to be crossing that expansion bridge. That did not make her feel good. With the hood of her jacket up, she pulled the scarf up around her face and mouth. Something she was more comfortable being covered again. Her finger slide into her pocket, feeling the weight of the blade in her hand. Getting in a fight with a soldier, even an unarmed one seems like a really bad idea. 

"I dont suppose you have any idea how to get out of this particular hell hole?" Asking absently. Doubting it, but it was worth mentioning. Baring a great response from him, she was ready to move on. Not inviting  him along, but she said nothing about him finding his own way. A little on edge, but she trusted her instincts to keep  her out of too much trouble.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #19 on: July 25, 2013, 08:11:45 AM »

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"I'm afraid I don't even know where the hell we are, son, let alone how to get the hell out," the soldier said as he compared his boot size with that of the dead man and found it a bit wanting. "Damn," he said, spitting on the ground before he rose up and followed you from the room, down the hallway, whistling when he sees the mess of scaffolding disappearing into the red light. "What the warp," he hisses before making the sign of the Aquila on his chest. "Emperor preserve us, I've never seen anything like this. I don't think I'm on Scintilla anymore," he claims, referencing the sector capital, the largest hive planet in the sector and where his tattoo identifies him as being a soldier of.

Following her instincts, Cindeo follows the right catwalk, feeling like it has a slight upward tilt, and going upward couldn't be bad. It goes far into the distance before it leaves sight of the huge vault building she had been inside and sentenced to die within, meeting another catwalk and stretching into three optional direction. One of them, however, was a staircase upward, and she took it. The girl could feel the footsteps of the soldier behind her as they walked, his footfalls shaking the platform slightly as he came up the stairs after her. "So..." he said softly, almost in a whisper, barely hearable, as though he were afraid that his vast, red space was listening to him and might hear. "What is your name? How did you end up here?"
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #20 on: July 25, 2013, 08:25:56 AM »

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[float=right] [/float]It was no surprise the man had no idea where they were. He was too young for a retired soldier and active soldiers were not usually here. Or at least in her home hive. Looking over the railing she was starting to doubt that she was anywhere near  home. That offered problems and potential.

"I think the Emperor may have done all the work He is going to do today by getting us out of that damn pit...." Speaking softly. She didnt mention the man that had helped her. Either the soldier had seen him, or not. If not, that was currently her secret. Truly it seemed as if the Emperor had worked to save her, to possibly save them both.

"This does not strike me as Merov either... " Commenting as he mentioned he did not think he was home any longer.

"Cindeo..." Offering the name she had adopted as a child. If one is going to dress like a male, giving a female name was a bad idea. "Whats your nam?" Not sure if she actually cared but seemed like as good of a question as any.

Starting to shake  her head. " I was in the hive... next thing I know someone is putting a rag over my mouth... No trial, no judge, nothing. Just waking up in the pit..." Not mentioning any plans or activities she had been up to when she was grabbed. Telling a soldier was not the best idea.



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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #21 on: July 25, 2013, 05:35:04 PM »

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[float=left][/float]"Name's Gregis," he said as they walked. "Named after my grandfather, or his grandfather, or something. Never seemed important. And my capture was pretty much likewise... I was grabbed off of Hive Ambulon on Scintilla, a few days before my regiment shipped out. Drugs, then oblivion until they put me in a room with that... that warp spawned thing in the box." He paused for a second, shuddering behind you.

As the two escapes walked the stairs end and it became another catwalk, but they were clearly entering a far more complex section of the room. There were dozens of more gantries nearby, crossing the one they walked on, a few feet above, a few feet below, further. (System Check - Intelligence, Challenging: Success, three degrees.) This many gantries so close must be attached to something as a support, otherwise there would be no reason to have them so close to one another. Most likely, there is another Vault nearby, another large building like the one they had escaped from.

(System Check - Awareness, Assisted, Routine: Success, 5 degrees) "Probably a death warrant out for me by now for abandonment. I'll need to convince someone in the damned Administratum that I was captured by some..." Gregis abruptly went silent and put a hand on Cindeo's shoulder, a shushing noise escaping his mouth as he drew down to a crouch, attempting to pull you with him. He pointed.

On one of the gantries below, some twenty-five feet down, a man walked even and unhurried. He seemed to wear the same sort of stitched cloth mask the dead man in Vault 23 wore. He did not appear to notice the pair of you above him, but his gantry crosses below where you are and across it, the ringing of his boots on the metal grating loud in the machine-pulsed air as he crossed your position and continues to walk, never seeing you.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #22 on: July 25, 2013, 06:54:10 PM »

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[float=right] [/float]Crouching down, letting the dark material of her clothes blend in with the walk and dark. Holding her breath. Not sure how he would get up here, but she was pretty sure running into someone at this point is not going to go well. Her grip on the knife tightened.

"That death warrant... maybe the least of your concerns..." Whispering after the man below disappeared.

They were on a planet and had no idea how or why. Who ever it was, was grabbing people and putting them through the arena without cause. Cindeo guessed those noble women had done nothing to get such a death sentence. The words in the note ringing in her mind. betrayed.

Moving slowly to stand, her eyes were now constantly searching up and down for more. Her mind struggling to come up with a plan to get out of here unseen and noticed. She had a feeling that just because they escaped the arena, did not mean whoever had captured them would find that a sign that they had the Emperor's blessing. It made her pick up her feet a little quicker.
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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #23 on: July 25, 2013, 07:35:06 PM »

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After the man in the mask had passed without seeming to see either of them, they rose to their feet and continued, walking down the catwalk Out for the wane red light and the mist before them, a huge, hulking shape began to take form - another pillar-like building. The stencil script on the side was decayed and scraped away with time, but (System Check - Intelligence, Routine: Success, 1 degree) Cindeo was pretty sure it was marked as Vault 19. Vault 1-something, to be sure.

The "wind" had grown stronger, still seeming to blow from below upward, still hot and murky, but then abruptly everything changed as a siren sounded, loud and piercing, seemingly from right next to the two escapees. The airflow seemed to change direction, pressing down against them as oxygen was sucked downward. With a jolt, the section of bridge they were on for twenty feet in either direction detached from the rest of the gantry, lifting upward. (System Check - Awareness, Challenging, Assisted: Success, one degree) Around them, Cindeo could see other bridges detaching and swinging through the air as they rearranged themselves.

"Hold on!" Gregis yelled as he gripped the railing in a crouch, holding onto Cindeo as well by the arm as the gantry swung and, with a heavy click, smashed into place between two other gantries. The siren stopped, the wind slowed and reversed once more, and there, frozen on the bridge and in the wake of that loud noise, the pair sit on a bridge that led somewhere different than it had a moment ago in both directions. No one seemed to notice the large noise and movement. No armed guards came running, or fired weapons at them. They seemed to be safe and unnoticed... but there would be no returning the way they had come.

In one direction, the vault loomed large and directly ahead. In the other, the catwalk vanishes back into the red mist.
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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Re: Harlock's Legacy: Warhammer 40k (Jdrake, Kimbra)
« Reply #24 on: July 25, 2013, 10:28:52 PM »

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[float=right] [/float]Cindeo froze as the sirens turned on. Almost afraid that they had been caught. It was worse, she felt the bridge moving beneath her feet

Cindeo clung to the railing. Truly terrified. Knowing that any moment the railing was going to drop away. She did not immediately realize how silly that was. How much trouble it would be to reconstruct a bridge if it fell completely away. The possible lose of life if not given more warning. But in that moment of fear, there was no real logic in her mind. Clinging to the railing, hoping to hold on if it dropped suddenly.

"fuck!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck!!!" Exclaiming beneath her breath, although likely lost beneath the sound of the siren.

It took only moment for the sirens to stop. For everything to stop. Even after the sirens stopped she held on to the railing. For a moment refusing to move. She was really rethinking this whole not afraid of heights thing.

"Fuck!!!" Growling softly.

Slowly she let go of the railing. She didnt run to the vault, but neither did she linger. Needing to get off the bridge. Nerves frayed. Still shaking and breathing a bit hard. That was the reason she didnt want to go this way to begin with.
.... I need an orgasm and a nap....

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