raven guard for there stealth Iron hands for there tech prowess Dark angel becuse Just lets screw them more for there fallen
“I repeat, Sergeant Coryphaus or Captain Telemachus, come in. I am advising immediate transportation from station designate 22-4-7-N. I repeat, -.” “I’m here, Isoran – what’s the trouble?” Coryphaus asked casually, Telemachus returning his own helm to his skull, much to the apparent relief of Melissa. “I have identified incoming warp emergence close to the station. I cannot be sure of the vessel that is emerging, but I recommend leaving in all haste – even if this means abandoning the target,” there was a tinge of something at the last bit, almost as if the creature that was speaking felt remorse over the failure of the mission. “We’ve located it, but we won’t have time to get it back to the Stormbird,” Telemachus snarled through the vox. Glaring at the racks of geneseed. “We’ll hold off on evacuation until we’re sure of what’s coming through, priest. I’m not going to run with my tail between my leg from a group of mortal merchants.” There was a long silence before the mechanical voice spoke once more, “Acknowledged. I advise keeping this link open so I may warn you of ship designate.” “Advised, I’ll be waiting,” Telemachus shunted that link to the side, leaving it open for one-way communication for the moment as he opened the squad vox link. “All warriors be advised, Isoran has detected an incoming vessel in the Warp. Be prepared either for a slaughter or a quick escape.” Hapshan’s dark, deep voice, “What of these mortals, eh? They won’t be able to keep up in either case…” “The mortals do not matter, if we have to run to the Stormbird they’re to be left behind. This goes for all mortals,” Telemachus responded, helmet looking pointedly at Coryphaus during the last sentence. “Acknowledged,” chorused his command unit in disharmony. Telemachus cut the link again, keeping his gaze on Coryphaus, “We won’t make it to the Stormbird if we have to transport the geneseed as well.” Coryphaus said softly, though the words carried much weight all their own. Telemachus’ lips twitched, and a snarl of frustration growled from between them. “Isoran!” he snapped, forcing the link back to active. “How precise can you be with that teleporter?” “99.8% - not accounting for all statistically high variables,” Isoran responded immediately. Telemachus nodded his head, “Good – do you have a lock on my Claw?” “Of course, Captain. As well as the numerous bodies surrounding Hapshan and the other tertiary signatures near yourself,” Isoran sounded almost affronted by the question. “Right, be prepared to teleport all signatures within a moment’s notice. As well as three specific signatures I’ll be marking out now,” Telemachus turned back toward the racks of geneseed. “Well, sorcerer? I still haven’t received an answer.” Coryphaus glanced over the racks once more, “Ten, Thirteen, and Nineteen.” Telemachus looked at the choices. “You’re sure?” he asked after a moment, Coryphaus just nodded and Telemachus walked forward, stripping off pieces of his gear, wedging them into the racks of the three selected racks of geneseed. “Isoran, do you have a lock on the new signatures?” “I do… odd, but effective. Warp transmission coming through now…” Isoran went quiet as, on the bridge of the Cruor Redemptor ancient auspex arrays told of their unwelcomed visitor. “Beginning emergency teleportation protocol now,” Isoran voxxed immediately – cutting the link and any questions. “Blast it all to hell! I’m going to flay the remaining flesh from that priest!” Telemachus snarled, slamming a fist into one of the unmarked racks of geneseed – spilling many of its precious contents to the ground in his rage. “He’ll probably thank you for that,” Coryphaus said with a small smirk – just as the world changed in a flash of brilliant light. The mortals, the Night Lords, the servitors, and the racks of geneseed appeared within the Cruor Redemptor. A figure taller than even a Dreadnought but far slimmer, in robes of black cloth long enough to cover every centimeter of its form, looked down upon the odd mixture. Isoran slowly lowered himself until his robes pooled beneath him. The sound of anti-grav turbines softly purring as he propelled himself forward. “I trust no flaying will be in order with the successful transport?” (( Second post incoming... ))
Telemachus ripped his helmet away to glare into the single, orange node that glowed from within the shadows of the priest’s hood. “That entirely depends on why you decided to teleport us without telling me what has just appeared!” he snapped – ignoring the frightened cries of the mortals as they huddled together in the dimly lit darkness. Coryphaus felt something stumble against him and glanced down, seeing the tiny form of Nihil clinging to a massive leg. He was going to have to break the boy of that habit. A surreptitious glance brought Melissa into view, he gestured for her to come over – close enough he could strangle her if she tried anything with the battle-servitors. The mortal’s shoulders sagged, but she complied, wandering close to the sorcerer. Isoran tilted his head, “Ship designate X-78-990, Wrath of Terra appeared in system near the station. The Wrath of Terra is a Retribution-class battleship attached to the patrolling battlefleet Vespasian. I thought it best to avoid any sort of fight with the battlefleet considering we would be woefully outmatched and outgunned.” Telemachus was nodding his head and moving his jaw as if he wanted to fault the priest, before finally snapping his mouth shut and closing his eyes. “Lance the station… then get us out of here,” he grated out, striding past Isoran. “Iaxus! Get Velcoran to the slab! Nemmox, round the mortals up alongside Renaes and move them down to the slums. The rest of you, I really don’t give a damn what you do,” the roared commands managed to still the mortals’ cries of fear, overwhelmed by the glimpsed visage of Telemachus and his tortured voice. Wordlessly, the men and women of the station were herded from the room like cattle by Nemmox and Renaes while Iaxus supported the limping Velcoran on his shoulder. Isoran watched the latter pair go, a soft whirring coming from his hood, “I suppose I’ll be required to fix that as well…” he turned his head to look at Coryphaus, just now noticing Melissa who looked upon Isoran with undisguised loathing. Coryphaus shoved her forward, as gentle as he could be, “Well, you’ll have some help. We captured you a Mechanicum enginseer.” Isoran’s ocular node focused on Melissa for a long moment before his machine voice blurted out four words. “I don’t like it,” with that the renegade tech-priest turned, robes trailing behind it as it hovered off to follow Telemachus’ last commands from his reclusiam. Melissa stared after the renegade priest, looking between him and Coryphaus. A slight nod from the marine had her follow Isoran. Coryphaus turned to look down at Nihil, the boy staring up at him with wide eyes, “Today I’m going to teach you what flaying is as well as how to tan hide and stitch.” “Uh… th-thank you, my Lord?” the boy asked uncertainly following behind his master and dragging the cold corpse of the dark elder behind him. “M-My Lord… does Nihil mean something?” Coryphaus chuckled at the question, removing his helmet, “No, it means nothing.” The ship shook, the station exploding in the distance before the hissing voice of Telemachus rang out over the ship, “All hands brace for immediate Warp transition. If you have a view of the shocked battlefleet arriving give them the dirtiest gesture you can think of.” The ship shuddered before transitioning out of realspace and jumping into the Warp, Coryphaus just kept walking even as his slave stumbled. “I wonder where dear Telemachus is taking us this time…” (( This one ran long because it took me a bit to find a good spot for choices for y'all!: A) Run to the Maelstrom, restock and resupply. B) Run to a feral world to begin recruitment. Voting closes June 16th at 1 PM EST - since weekends are terrible for me to write on. ))
C - Go into war, shit on supplies and recruits! We just kill some leader and take their army for our purposes, including supplies AND SOLDIERS! WAAAAGGHHH .... A <.<
