Alicia Bot + Sarah Bot: Holstering their weapons, they attempted to grab the Brother-Sergeant only to find out somehow he was still alive albeit barely. Whispering softly, the Raven Guard attempted to raise a gauntleted hand but was unable to find the willpower. Resigning to his crippled fate, the heavy hiss of servos and gears was heard as his armor slowly unbound allowing just enough room to wedge the chest plate and armatures off of him so that they could at least support him unarmored. Nodding his thanks, the Astartes leaned on the pair as they assailed the ramp along with the rest of the group appearing in the middle of a massive corridor leading off into the darkness lit only by the light of explosions and laser tracers out through the view ports. With the stations firepower taken out of the equation, the Imperial Fleet had begun to lay on the heat upon the traitors and as they passed a view port, they could see a massive Infidel Class Battleship explode as it was sliced in half by a barrage of cyclone torpedoes. Forging onwards, the group soon came upon a pair of blast doors half closed before the power failed and a massive firefight raging inside. The inhuman screams of rage shook the entire area before a traitor marine was sent flying through the gap to land in front of the group, its armour rent and eyes steaming from the intense heat of exposure to what appeared to be a meltagun. GM Note: There is no guarantee that there's friendlies in the next area. The station is still under assault so leaving sooner rather than later is still preferable, the amulet is "banked" along with the grenades and ammunition but any weapons are now gone.
SGT Kormaily - Moves towards the door and attempts to peek out. "I'll check to see if the coast is clear."
-Killroy Before leaveing the room decided to grab a melta bomb putting it in his pack he ran out with krol and Holmes. The gaurdsmen stopped at the door as the traitor came flying out.
As Kroll peaked hastily around the corner, several cultists were sent flying heads over heels landing in unglorified heaps around the perimeter or smashing with wet impacts into the blast door from some unseen force. The hanger bay was aflame in several sections and most of the transports appeared to be completely destroyed or unable of taking off. Another roar echoed within the bay and the source of it became known. Still wearing the tattered remains of his guard uniform, Daniel, or what was once Daniel levitated through the air sending geysers of fire and ethereal lightning bolts into the heretics. As if sensing Krolls gaze, it looked up sharply and let out a ear splitting shriek of agony and rage before charging towards them. Cultists and wreckage scattered like pinheads as the daemon rampantly advanced atomizing a fuel bower in the process.
SGT Kroll - "I'm sorry Daniel/Danius. HIT HIM WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT! IF YOU'VE GOT ANY GRENADES OR BOMBS NOWS THE TIME TO USE THEM!" He started firing at the demon with his stubber pistol (and I can't remember if I have any bombs or grenades left, if I do I'm throwing them). "THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!" OOC: sorry couldn't come up with anything else kinda preoccupied RL.
-Homes/Killroy The gaurdsmen raised his Hellgun while the adeuptus arbite raised her bolt pistol Homes fired first as killroy suddenly remembered the melta bomb on him. He quickly grabbed it and threw it towards his possead friend. while saying "MAY THE EMPORER GUIDE THIS TOWARDS HIS ENEMIES AND FREE THIS MAN FROM THE CLUTCHS OF CHAOS."
Laughing with a voice that seemed to be both everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time, the thing that was once Daniel casually flicked its wrist and sent the projectile bouncing towards a wounded cultist detonating in a shower of blood and gore. Still advancing, the daemon half charged/jumped over a burning Rhino transport and was preparing to strike down at Homes. OOC: Might be afk for a while. Doing things with the unit this weekend.
SGT Kroll- Attempted to get out of the fatal funnel. "DANIEL IF YOU ARE STILL IN THERE YOU MUST RESIST IT! IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR YOU MUST RESIST!" He continued to fire at the demon as he moved further into the hangar.
Still whipping through the air, the daemon host lands against the reinforced barricade with the force of a tsunami smashing panels apart and sending out a concussive wave of force. It is at that moment that an unseen angel of redemption appears. Having been assumed dead, the twins Tanning and Grassier dropped from an access panel far in the ceiling. With the grace of ballerinas, the twins somersaulted through the air to land above the daemons head and began to deliver a series of punishing blows with their neuro-glaives. Having been forced to keep their secret for far too long, the pair took to their work with glee as the assassins finally reveled in their true calling. Screaming out blasphemous oaths and curses, the daemon lurched drunkenly into the decking knocking itself out cold coming to a halt less than a meter in front of the group. Collaring the now unconscious form, the twins stood to either side of their prize and as if only now seeing they had an audience, turned their attention to them. "You can stop gawking now. The Inquisitor has already sent an escort to pick us up but the hangar bay is still crawling with hostiles. Why don't you finish the job while we bag this one eh?" the taller of the pair (Tanning) responded, words riddled with venomous intent. GM Lore Note: Tanning and Grassier are Colexus Assassins assigned to the Inquisitor and are a force onto their own. Recommended course of action is to try and keep as much distance between them as you would a rampaging World Eater Champion.
SGT Kroll- "I know you don't care, but thank you none the less." Turning to the remnants of the squad, "You heard her! Let's clean up this mess and get the frack outta here!" He started to move with new found vigor after the awe inspiring display the assassins just showed. He moved to the nearest cover and began firing on the enemy cultists with his stubber pistol. He turned back to the group again, "What are you waiting for? A written invitation!"
