Commissar Rackham - Lower Level - "Kill them to the last man, the emperor will sort them out private!" SGT Kroll - Control Room - "You got any bright ideas? 'Cause I'm all ears. No doubt he'll be through that door shortly."
-Control room - Homes "I suggest we stay out of his range and fire on him try to lure him to the lower levels. Though you can never tell with these alpha legion types." she said as she moved backwards again firing off shots until she made it to a a wall. - Lower levels - Kilroy kilroy continued to fire as the commissar ordered he had his shovel in his right hand and his las pistol in the left. he fired off shots ready for them to charge. he quickly went back into cover and reloaded his laspistol
Armsman Aetius "For the Emperor!" A cry that could be echoing from any number of throats across the galaxy as the Imperial War Machine churned to stop the myriad array of enemies that threatened from one end of the galaxy to the other. It was well that the black-clad figures chose to bring the battle in close with pole-arms and axes. After all, his own axe was more than just a simple metal weapon. It crackled with a power field as he swung it to intercept a slashing axe, as well as intercept the man behind it. He went as as to disregard his own warnings, bolt pistol being drawn in his other hand and aiming towards a different assailant. After all, Tavec was as respectable a shot as he was a brawler, perhaps even moreso.
SGT Kroll - Control Room - "That could work, if we can hit the fuel cell on the meltagun it could detonate and kill him without much collateral damage to the area. How good are you with that bolt pistol?"
Commissar Rackham - Lower Level - With his power sword in hand he slashes through the first pole axe wielding traitor and fires past him into the next with his bolt pistol. The Commissar bellows "May the Emperor have mercy on your souls, for I will show no mercy in delivering his justice!!" As he guns down the next traitor guardsman.
The closing hordes of silent gunmen quickly reached them in a crashing wave. Pikes, axes, and clubs swung in all directions attempting to find weak points or knock back the Imperials to allow their brethren more room in which to swing. As the assailants continued their relentless assault, a trio of similarly clad figures burst out of a nearby entrance way, their bodies aflame from head to toe followed by a giant burst from a flamer. Gunfire followed the burning cultists as a squad of armsmen in full carapace charged out wielding autoguns and shock mauls. However, before they could press their advantage, a heavy stubber that had been lying in wait behind a group of crates opened up killing or maiming the forward rank and causing the others to take cover. One armsman fell down near the melee, the flamer tank attached to his back falling loose. __________________________________________________________________________ Laughing at the foolish mortals, the infiltrator ripped off the robes to reveal a broad figure of swirling mechandrites and heavily muscled limbs. More akin to an Astartes than the Techpriest he was masquerading, the traitor fired the meltagun searing a massive trench through the thin metal walls. The still laughing figure ripped the door off its hinges and sent it flying outwards catching Kroll straight in the center and flattening him against the walkway several meters back. Face rasp with twitching muscles and a swirling hydra along its neck, the massive form began to advance steadily taking shot after shot as if they were mere raindrops and he a tempest. As the figure left the room however, it revealed a massive sparkling wire behind it that looked as if it could reach all the way out into the hallway and cause the traitors mechandrites to misfire. ________________________________________________________________________ The still hooded form of the third and final infiltrator looked up as it heard the massive bang from the door and quickly scuttled away as it landed dangerously close to them. The figure glared angrily upwards and shouted in a very stern female voice before turning back to her work sabotaging the engines reactor failsafe. Eyeing the cracked dial next to her, the figure smiled under its hood as the needle began to near the red zone. Massive pressure began to build up in the engines causing pipes to burst and even more annoying klaxons to plague the area. A voice broke over the intercom in a very controlled motion. "This is Captain Everest Snow of the Imperial Navy vessel Shadow of Dawn. Your vessel is to remain where it is or I will open fire. Any attempt to retaliate will be considered treason. Prepare for boarders." Almost as soon as the man finished, a massive thud hit the engine rooms followed by the grinding penetration of heavy drills soon echoed by sparks flying from the walls. As soon as the drill head breached the outer hull, the section of metal burst outwards revealing a squad of white clad stormtroopers bearing the green heraldry of the Naval Security Elite. The infantry fanned out quickly and began to dispatch the enemies on the lower level. Seeing her work threatened, the figure jumped off the third story and landed amongst the stormtroopers. In the blink of an eye a dagger was in her hand and she had decapitated four soldiers before they even knew what hit them. Not stopping in their assault, the nearest of the troopers turned to attack this newest threat as other squad members rushed past to head further up. In their midst, a few engineers marked in crimson quickly rushed to the engines and began to attempt to save the vessel from a critical detonation even as the melee raged around them. More insurgents dressed in black and navy fatigues and white armbands continued to flood the lower decks even as armsmen and security troopers rushed to defend the enginseers.
-PFC Fleury- "This situation is going rapidly downhill." The nervous smile on the Cadian's face had subsumed and now, she simply looked nervous as the traitor hordes approached. She lifted her rifle, thinking of what she should do... until she noticed the prometheum canister in the corner of her eye. Such an explosion would be dangerous in such close quarters, but she really didn't want the people getting closer. "I'm calling a shot at the fuel tank - any objections here, Sir?", she asked none of her superiors in particular. -PFC Watson- The psyker distanced herself from the Commissar again; while she had wanted to preserve his life specifically moments ago, right now she figured that an immobile psyker would be more of a hindrance than a boon to the whole group.
SGT Kroll - Struggling to push the door off of himself. "Don't worry about me I've got this go get that traitor!" Continues to keep struggling against the door. OOC: is SGT Kroll flattened like dead smear flattened or stuck under a pile of metal flattened? How close is the Flamer and canister to the group? OOC: If the flamer's tank is near the back of the melee (enemies between us and it, and not close to the engineers) Commissar Rackham will tell PFC Fluery to shoot it
Armsman Aetius His entire professional experience had boiled down to training for fights like this, from crowded hallways to larger interiors like this one, fighting against a press of boarders or invaders. Tavecs' axe kept moving, slashing down through the chest of one gunman, backswing coming up to knock away the pike of the next and bringing up his bolt pistol to bring the man's life to a roaring close. The room shook as boarding torpedoes hit the Engine room below their walkway. Fighting his way to the railing and gaining a moment of respite, he saw the woman and determined to fight his way down there. This is my ship to protect, you'll pay for this.
Homes- Homes took aim for the melta gun fired her bolt pistol several times. "Sergeant you need to get that door off you now!" homes shouted. killroy- kilroy fired into the horde of hertics firing his laspistol he brought his shovel to meet a man with a axe. he quickly kicked him away and fired at the man.
