Semereh fired at the Orks which were going to overwhelm the defenders very soon, at least they were falling back to more defensible postitions... The Necron stayed in the center of the Ork assault, trying to delay them so the others could fall back, and given Ork intelligience, it wasn't a bad idea. Every time his weapon fired, (Once every 1.75 seconds) an Ork was horrificly wounded or dissolved into nothing. Yet still the horde came on, more and more, they were now upon him, time for close combat. The axe-rake on the front of his weapon stabbed into an Ork boy. Foul, smelly, thick ichor sprayed around it. The Ork died. Semereh tried to pull the weapon out of the Ork's chest, but no use, it was stuck in there. He put his foot on the Ork and pushed it out, successfully this time, only to take a hard hit on the right by an Ork with a good choppa. Electrical Sparks flew around and wires jumped frantically, along with the joints, which were looking to reconnect with the body. His right arm was severed. The Immortal grabbed the Ork with his left hand and gave it a hard head-to-head hit. It dazed the Ork, but such a creature had a thick skull, and even living metal wouldn't be enough to break it like that. So instead he spread the fingers of his left hand and pressed them into the eyes of the beast. He kept on pushing his fingers through, and broke anything in the way of his search to rip up the creatures brain. Anyone nearby would have to gag at the intense aroma of the Ork fluids which were being spilt and sprayed all over. The Necron found the brain and smashed and ripped it into shreds. He pulled the hand out, he was laying on the Ork, he must've toppled him without noticing. Semereh slowly got back up, just in time for two Orks to smash at him with less impressive choppas, denting and scraping at the living metal body, beating the Necron back into the ground. The others had better be in positions by now, or the undead one was going to be the only one of the band still alive in a few minutes...
While the roar of battle screamed behind him Zial Ghoul in his long crimson cloak flitted between the halls and crates of the Ork fortress in silence, dead corpses of unlucky orks who ran into him spewed across the floor, various limbs and parts sprawled everywhere while holes seemed to have appeared in the stomachs of others. Zial walked briskly down the hall, the sounds of combat loud behind him. Another Ork stepped in front of him and charged straight at him only to be grabbed at the neck by two mechadendrites as Zial's pace didn't lessen, being carried another 5 paces before being brutally impaled by a third appendage and tossed aside. Another two bodies and 30 paces brought the Explorator in front of a door, bound with padlocks and with blue scratches and symbols. Using his bionics he broke the chains binding the door and entered the override access to the door. Slowly it hissed upon revealing a dark scene of caranage and horror. Cultist lay splattered and in heaps amongst the bodies of fallen Explorators. The scene was unnerving to Zial, and as soon as the door opened he took a step back for he knew what would lay before him. A glowing blue box, bound with a single lock inside of a mouth of dagger like teeth. The object a heretical ruse ment to lure the unwitting explorer or brigand to such a thing, only to find out too late that they were only lambs lead to a slaughter. Such was the case with this band here.. 7 slaughtered here and left to die, whilst the main force retreated to make their escape.. the Omnissiah only knows what happened afterwards. Zial stepped into the dark room, lights flickering on and off painting the image in the scene of utter horror. He looked around seeing his former friends each one killed in the name of chaos, bringing what little emotion he had left to bear, his anger and sadness where completely present.. as if it were days long past... Zial looked at the box, the damned thing that condemned him to this existence and saw only one option. He walked over to the box, produced a key and opened it. Inside was a little black book etched with the star of chaos, there was no turning back from this point on, he had to have his revenge. Zial slowly grabbed the tome, only to have his hand drenched in eldritch flames his vision blacked and a voice whisper to him, "your sacrifice has not gone unforgotten Magos, I offer you the power of this tome, it's power will grant you what you seek, revenge." the eerie message was concluded with a delusional laugh the book flipped open and released an eruption of eldritch blue fire. Burning all the corpses in the room and sending a shockwave through the entirety of the hangar. Yet as soon as it began the blue flames swirlled back into the tome and everything was calm. Completely fazed Zial could only stand there for a moment and breath, then remembering the conflict out side he turned from the room and stalked back down the hall, the book now hidden in his robe. OOC: time for fun plot twist time. I expect the inquisitor to detect heresy on the spot but... uh please don't sense it's a specific person anytime soon plz, the way im putting the grimoire is that it's a tzeentch book and wouldn't be sooo easily detected because use of magik and what not. The book is an item im getting thats basically a tzeentch grimoire that allows me to uh.. learn *yay* yet dosent make me a sorceror or what not so its not an op af thing XD This was intended in some way shape or form as i firstly intended to drop in as chaos guy or something but decided aganist it. all the better to plot twist with am i right?
The group had managed to clamber onto the stack of containers and in the process had successfully eliminated a significant number of Orks in the process, but the Orks kept coming emerging out of the shadows of the cargo bay even as the initial mob of Orks started to scale the container stack. Their war cries still echoing throughout the cargo bay, over in the distance standing on the ramparts of the Ork hold itself a big mek could be seen shouting almost incoherently to the rest of the Orks and at the group itself. 'YOUZ THOUGHT YA CUN SNEEK UP UN DA SHIPMASTERZ BESTEST ORK HOLD ANDZ GETZ AWEY WID IT? DIS ERE IZ MAH SPACEY HULK AND YOUZ LOT AR GOIN TA GET SMASHED.' Jack ran to the edge of the container stack and picked off climbing several Orks with carefully aimed headshots before being forced to back off as a number of shootas started firing rather inaccurately in his direction, his Hellgun hissed as it vented steam and his power pack whirred as the generator inside started replenishing the battery packs. He took a brief moment to relax and regain his composure looking around the cargo bay in search of any way out for the group, it seemed the only accessible way back out of the cargo bay was the way they came in, but looking at the entrance itself Jack noticed something strange was happening at the bay entrance itself. A group of three ramshackle scout Sentinels decorated with the eight pronged star had scaled the container stacks and were traversing the skyline of the cargo bay towards the Ork hold and for that matter the group itself. below them a whole platoon of Reklar's men were navigating the walkways between the stacks shouting oaths to dark gods as they engaged the Orks on the ground, equipped with a number of flamers and grenade launchers they were clearing out individual stacks of containers as they fought their way to the Ork hold itself. Behind the traitor assault the familiar voice of the sentinel commander could be bellowing over the laud hailer to his troops 'TEAR THIS PLACE APART LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE CAPTAIN REKLAR WANTS THE BAND OF EXILES FOUND,' A large proportion of the Orks suddenly shifted their attention from the group as the prospect of a bigger better fight suddenly emerged, they broke off from attacking the band as they started racing towards the traitor platoon screaming loud waaaghs as their mobs started gathering momentum. The Orks that were left were now much more manageable to fight and finally afforded the group some breathing space to decide what to do next, over back towards the cargo bay entrance the room was rapidly turning into a battlefield as the Traitor guardsmen and the Orks began to clash.
Kyrana appeared beside Zogum. Her eyes were wide and the grin plastered across her face was one of unholy joy. She was hanging upside down from a spare bit of gantry pole, the loose girder wrapped by her thigh muscles in a way that suggested considerable power in that grip. It might have distracted a few thoughts were the group of exiles not surrounded by the prospect of instant death, which tends to beat all other considerations no matter how under-dressed. "Dark Muses be praised! I knew there had to be some somewhere on this benighted ship!" She was already fairly high on combat, being as Dark Eldar are, and the tingling scratches of the few scrapes to land on her perfect white skin were only heightening the buzz. "So what have you got, Haemonculus?" Nothing seemed to get through to the Ork and she remembered that he was, in fact, an Ork. She cleared her throat. "OI GROTFACE! WOT JOOSE YA GOT FOR FIGHTIN? I'M LOOKIN FER SOMETHIN TA MAKE ME FASTA AN KILLIER!" Combat drugs. Sweet adrenalite or maybe some hypex. Just what the Dokta ordered.
Inquisitor Marius looked over at the entrance of the vile daemon-worshipping scum. He raised his bolter high and shouted. "Form up on me! We take the fight to the flank and against the enemy!" Seeing the Orks diverting to the promise of a bigger scrap (skrap? he had never mastered their language) he decided to try to consolidate their own forces and try to encourage the Orks to fight alongside them against the traitorous horde. He wasn't quite sure how yet, but they had at least two big Orks on their own side and he vaguely thought they might have a way to do it. "Sons of Mars! Can you take back control of the spirits imprisoned by those foul heretics?" He indicated the Sentinels, bracing himself to join the fight. Marius lead from the front. Not for him covering in the rear like some - er, Commissar, actually, though Valkoth seemed to have more spine than most and was not above gtting stuck in. Good. [OOC After consultation with a friend who runs Rogue Trader I learn that there are Human-sized bolters, so Marius will have one of these and a force sword. Some kind of anti-daemon take on the latter. Ordo Malleus don't mess about! ]
OOC:I could have told you that.We produce the damn things... A thick smell poisoned the air as Zeth turned around to see the source of it.Necron,Kyrana and Zogum were in the thick of the Ork pile,splitting bodies and letting the vitae fluid of the greenskins flow.Necron seemed down but other two had the time of their lives.Electropriest grinned...finally!The reek of the vile greenskins opened up his lungs and he embraced it! Hearing the loud Ork who had some type of machinery strapped to its back and Zeth was amused by such rudimentary technology.Also...pleased since it seemed that this...Big Mek had a power field tech.And Zeth will use every ounce of it!As a matter of fact he`ll use IT ALL!Frak it!HAHAHAH! Laughing as a stream like no other of endorphins stormed his body in a euphoric cascade,Electropriest could finally unleash the pent up energy that built within him since he walked into the Generatorium.These maggots!...i mean fellow Exiles didn`t had a clue at what power was at his command.Those fools that defied the Inquisitor earlier?That was nothing!He used their own energy,but here...he will use it all! Zeth became a nexus of electricity as he drained from any electrical device its sustenance,power!A whisper in his mind screamed in pleasure and adulation as the willpower-dam in his mind dented.The lumen-strips on the hangar ceiling fizzled out as its sustenance was taken.Big Mek exploded in shower of gore and scrap as his own technology and augmentations were turned against him. Even Jack`s power pack that filled his Hellgun with power to fire was too juicy to pass up.He drank it all! Laughing like a maniac,his silhouette only visible in the midst of blinding blue halo that spat electrical fury,Electropriest jumped,spitting lighting from his fingers.Rushing toward the horde that seemed to fragment and go,suddenly,in another direction,Zeth rushed in,scorching,charring and disemboweling with his lighting blades or whips.It was so much fun!The air around him vibrated with the screams of orks as they charged the enviroment with their bio-energy.Few explosed cables in a wall spat fizzling electricity as Adept tapped into it.With a bang of displaced air,Adept got thunderstruck as he drank power directly from Generatorium.He felt the ship in that moment,the entire Ark,every conduit that went thought its blessed body,now so wretchedly defiled.In that moment he felt the Ark and its disgusted and awe-struck Machine spirit,and young Electropriest knew...how a God felt like. One unfortunate Ork 'Boy' stepped up,'waaghing' on him with his crude weaponry in despicable notion that he can strike him down.Such arrogance must be returned in kind as Zeth screamed,opening his mouth and vile electricity went forth in a torrent of power,ashening the greenskin that dared stand before him in a instant.His weapon...made of crude metal used as an anchor.Fool!All of them! As Zeth ravaged thought the ranks of Orks,he felt a tingling of not so loathsome Necron energy.Now it seems to be more exotic then repulsive,and as Electropriest wanted to use it,he felt a surge of...something. It was not the screaming Machine Spirits of Sentinels that appeared behind the Ork lines or the bio-energy of Captain`s men...and somehow Zeth knew it was his men.It was something...fouler.And he knew Adept Zial was in the thick of it.No Scion of Mars could be so easily defeated by this Greenskin rabble with so many blessings upon his flesh.He saw Inquisitor in the back of the fight yelling something,but handsome Electropriest couldnt discern what...his senses were dulled...and he liked it! Not...Soulless...not....now!Orks!More....more....MORE!
As the adept went through the tide of Greenskins, the Necron, now liberated of the Orks on top of him, re-connected his damaged parts and stood back up with a screech of torn metal. He assessed the situation: human forces fighting with the now crippled Orks, and some sort of machine walker squadron in the back, pouring out fire. With the Orks almost dealt with and the band able to handle the humans, the walkers were his target. Then he.... felt, something... he felt strange around the adept as he hoarded up energy. He waited a moment but no effect came of this yet, still, he hadn't felt something in a long, long time. Semereh's footsteps gave a good metal on metal clang as he advanced to a suitable firing position, all the while still covered in bodily fluids of the Green-beasts, the hard edges of his form dripping it along the way. The clanging attracted a few Orks. Not an issue, he dispatched them easily. In between two tall cargo crates, he spied out weakpoints in the Sentinels. It didn't take very long. He blasted at the first target, should it hit, it would most likely wreck the little armor like a plasma gun through a food can.
OOC: Sorry about the late reply nothing showed up so i didnt know and i've been having issues logging in idk what the problem is.
