OOC: relatively big.... 2 baneblades would easily fit in (without all the stasis capsules and what not) Just as Tempestus was to exit the room it was the Iron Priest who stood infront of him as the door opened. OOC: you might have to wait until cousintp is back
The door opens quickly and looks like nothing but a death trap. The room small, only one Astartes fits in from the width and the walls are for some reason made out of glass, also a camera can be seen and on the other side some kind of keypad. The Iron Hand puts a hand on the Apothecary's shoulder and says "We should not get in there, Brother.... It's a trap. I just know it, please trust me." He says, feeling it in his guts. They are within a secret facility, in the basement which they reached through a secret access... If this would be not well defended with death traps, what he was sure it was, then what else should it be? An invitation to reveal all secret projects that are going on here? Certainly not.
Damn this didn't go so well, Stevanus thought and tried to vox his squad but words couldn't come out, his throat was stuck. It took him couple of moments to realize he was bleeding from his mouth. What he found out after it was even more terrifying: he was bleeding from his nose, from his ears, his armor systems notifying him that his body is being ripped apart. He felt small ruptures all across his skin where blood began to flow, his enhanced metabolism not being able to fight it off. This creature will be the end of me. Stevanus watched danger runes flash on his visor. He had seconds left to kill the Tyranid, or risk being cooked inside of his own armor. Was it the Sanguinius, or sheer amount of luck, but the Synapse creature turned away from him towards his squad members, obviously deducting that he was no longer a significant threat. Stevanus smiled. Foolish creature. He will soon learn not to underestimate a Flesh Tearer. And then he noticed a chainsword wound on the Zoanthropes back. The plan formed in Chaplain's mind. Stevanus gathered all of his failing strength and launched towards alien. He took the Crozius Arcanium in 2 handed grip and felt its familiar warmth. He took all of his strength, focused it, and tried to pull one last strike, aimed at the Zoanthropes wound. One last strike, forged in defiance of fate, and with prayer on his lips, Stevanus charged.
The Iron Hand nods and leads the way, soon they reach the other side, but to their misfortune they seemed to trigger a silent alarm and Skitarii started to hurry for them. "Take Cover, Apothecary brother!" Marius yelled up and went down to his knee, taking cover behind the wall as they were still in the elevator-room that brought them down, starting to fire controlled bursts with his Kraken ammo upon the incoming enemy.
Alviss starts walking towards Tempestus his posture stiff, his movements jerky and overly mechanical. "Brother..." his voice sounding emotionless through his helmet. His pistol was holstered at his side, though he held his axe deactivated in a loose grip.
