"I am Ruine Master and I thank you for releasing me from my confines. I just pray my gear remains untouched." Ruines face shows a hint of genuine concern for his armor and weapon. this feeling is over shadowed by his urge to get rearmed and back on the field, where he may perform his sacred and righteous work.
@High_Adept_Zeth @BadDo9 "Ahhh free at last! One visit to the armoury and then it'll be back to battle once more! Oh what a glorious day!" Alaster had a massive grin on his face as he stepped onto the elevator. Soon enough he'd be among his brothers in the thick of combat in the Emperor's name once more. A glorious day indeed.
@Tamu - Goreparan Minkar - Minotaur - Apothecary @Xaphen - Lichas Mega - Omega Marine - Assault Marine @Valonox - Galen Amadaus Morgain - Novamarine - Devastator @Kalle - Kleos - Flesh Tearer - Devastator @Avenging-Angel - Viserys - Blood Angel - Assault Marine @Keidivh - Zuriel Drathus - Sanguine Templar - Viceroy (Chaplain) @WanderingJester - Orochi Mizakune - Ronin - Assault Marine @Vulpas - Narok Lightningfang - Avenging Fox - Librarian @DeranVendar - Harvom Clawtaker - Space Wolf - Scout Once Zuriel saw that the Sons of Guilliman would perform well under themselves, as well as that Orochi, Harvom and Viserys were rallying to take the fight to the Orks despite the message from Hesiod he made a hard but wise decision. "Onto me Kill-Team! Let us bring the fight to the alien, eradicate them once and for all! The Techmarine may have found a way to get rid of all of them at once, but we shall ensure that their Waagh dies with their boss! They will drift in space only to await utter annihilation! They have escaped Armageddon, but not our wrath!" Zuriel rallied the Kill-Team, almost immediately the rest gathering around him. Each of them were struggling to be on the first line, everyone wanting to slay the alien first. All but Galen and Kleos who found their spots in the rear, shooting and running with their heavy waepons. Narok found himself in the middle, next to Lichas and Goreparan. Harvom was kind of everywhere and nowehere, moving fluidly between his bulkier Brothers, while Orochi, Viserys and Zuriel managed to secure the front. Harvom had warned the group about the potential heavy weapons, which indeed the group had faced. But Narok with a little bit of concentration created foxes made out of shadows that would dance between the Orks. They could not help but trying to kill them, which led to their confusion, friendly fire and lack of focus on the Kill-Team. Galen and Kleos laid down low the first lines of Slugga boys, allowing the melee Astartes, including Goreparan and Lichas to take care of the heavy weapons. It was not much of an impressive fight, few scratches making it on the armor of the Deathwatch. It was not just the experience of these fierce warriors, but their mix and determination, perhaps a slight push from the time pressure as well. Without hesitating or stopping to clean their blades or ensure the fallen enemies were in fact dead and not just very badly hurt missing a few limbs, the Kill-Team moved onward. Surprisingly the resistance got weaker the further they got, to a point where Orochi wouldn't even make it into melee with Rynn's Spite anymore, because Harvom eliminated most of the Orks with his bolt pistol. Within a minute since the countdown of the Rok's dislodging started, the group arrived at the throne hall. Without Yeveri's Auspex, they were walking in blind however, as their scout would have no time to properly scout the area. And Zuriel as an Armageddon veteran, despite his strong self control as a Viceroy, did lead the charge in anyway. "Kill as many as you can. Orochi, Viserys and I will kill this Crownmakah, the others of you simply make sure that we can fight him on our terms." He instructed, Glaive held strong in both hands. His lips chanting litanies of hatred targeted at the Orks. But when the group entered the command center, the throne hall so to speak, it was completely empty. Only when the group reached the center, a whole array of explosions were heard and felt, shaking the room. They were rigged right at the entrance points, blocking possible reinforcements but also retreat. "Looki looki wat we caught 'ir!" An Ork bellowed, emerging from behind the throne. Wearing in fact a crown, although it looked crudely modified, it resembled an Iron Halo to some degree, most likely from one of the many captains that fought on Armageddon. "Get dem boyz! Kill 'em all! Take their shinies! We gonna mak' a lot of teef with dat scrap! 'specially dat fist! I want dat one!" He pointed with his pokkit rokkit launcha at Orochi, letting the rocket fly. "Oopsie." He added as it flew in a random trajectory, short before hitting the Ronin right in the face suddenly going straight up and into the ceiling, making a gretchin-chandelier wiggle left and right as some of the hung-up greenskins got blown off, their bits raining down on the Astartes. Kommandos emerged from various columns and other hiding spots, surrounding the kill-team, unleashing their weapons already, covering the Astartes in slugs and flames, diminishing their vision as well as making the situation more deadly by the moment. There were no blood-drawing wounds just yet, but their armors reported damage. It had become a question of when, not if, they would get into real danger - especially considering their weakened armor from the prior fight or even significant wounds and, or damages like the ones that Lichas and Orochi suffered. OOC: Boss Crownmakah - Orky Halo, Pokkit Rokkit, Pointy Choppa (1H Power Sword) Kommandos - 15 total --- 3 Shoota-Skorchas (Orky Combi-Flamer) --- 8 Choppas & Shootas --- 3 Speshul Shoota (Shotgun) --- 1 Big Shoota (Heavy Stubber) @High_Adept_Zeth - Hesiod - Blood Angel - Techmarine @BadDo9 - Yeveri Ta'Shan - Salamander - Tactical @SpeceralWolfe - Ruine Master - Imperial Fist - Devastator @Jammysod - Alaster MacBaran - Storm Warden - Assault Marine "Wise choice, Hesiod of the Blood Angels. Also I doubt we need to visit the armory. Let us get back to the battlefield. Certainly enough Sons of Guilliman have fallen by now that we simply could use their bolters and chainswords." Tarcain replied with little disregard for the ownership of their weapons. Then again it was just going to be a loan. And better have a fellow Astartes than an Ork get their fingers on the weapons of the Imperium. Either way, they had to get a deck up, if they were going to head to the battlefield or armory they could always decide then. And so the group of five headed to the staircase without a problem, Yeveri leading the group with his flamer and being faster than the heavily armed Techmarine. As they went through the prison cells they could see they were surprisingly filled with many Astartes, yet only a handful of Aliens. There was at least one Ethereal, Dark Eldar and representatives of some other minor races including the Jokaero, Sslyth, Nagi and some bi-pedal dragonoid creature.
Orochi Mizakune nodded as their Viceroy gave the order to advance, and despite the lack of intelligence about what went on ahead, the Kill-Team pushed their way forward. The Warboss of this horde would die today, even if it caused them their lives. Still, the progress had been swift. The greenskins turned into a trail of blood and bodies behind them, and soon enough they had left the Sons of Guilliman behind in favor of a precision strike into the heart of the rok. As they entered what looked to be a makeshift throne room, Orochi grinned behind his helmet at the orders from their chaplain. "Must be a blessed day from the Emperor himself. You got it Brother Zuriel," he turned to the others who fought the mega nobz from before for a moment, "guess I will have to win our little contest no? Unless you all want a crack at the warboss yourselves?" The Ronin's attention shifted to the ork that suddenly stepped out from behind the throne and bellowed at them, as well as the kommandos coming out of the scrapworks. "Huh, that does look sort of like a crown, what do you know," Orochi commented as the ork pointed at him, not even flinching as the rocket barely missed his head. "Say, if I break it, would they call me the 'Crownbreaker?'" Just then, the xenos began pouring a vast amount of dakkas and scorchas at them, the Roninrushed forward, allowing the shots to bounce off of his armour for only a second. Lifting the crimson power fist, he grinned behind his helmet. "You want this ork? How about a closer look?" However, Orochi tdidn't attack the Warbosses's face, but rather aimed at the xeno's closest extremity. If the 'Ork Halo' actually worked to project a protective field around the ork, he would not leave himself overly exposed to a counter attack, especially with only one working arm to spare now. @Avenging-Angel @Vulpas @Keidivh
Having made his way to the 'throne' room, moving alongside the rest of the kill-team, Viserys turned when a series of explosions sealed off the passageway they'd just come from. Hefting his shield the Blood Angel grinned behind his helmet, recalling Zuriel's words as they'd marched through the rok. He could hear the solid shot pinging off his armour, and could feel the heat from the ork flamers, but ignored it all. Dashing after Orochi, taking a few snapshots at the ork with the heavy stubber, Viserys activated his power sword, bringing the sword down to strike Crownmakah's rocket launcher.
@Jammysod @BadDo9 @SpeceralWolfe "Wise choice, Hesiod of the Blood Angels. Also I doubt we need to visit the armory. Let us get back to the battlefield. Certainly enough Sons of Guilliman have fallen by now that we simply could use their bolters and chainswords." Following the rest of the group, Hesiod listened to the Blood Raven. Seeing the wisdom of his words combining with his desire to return to the field of battle made up his mind. Grunting he responded: "Once we reach level above go where you wish. We must return to the field of battle for even a greater foe in the shadow of greenskins await. If there are guardians at the Armory barring your path, just vox us."
< @High_Adept_Zeth @Jammysod @SpeceralWolfe > "Brother, is it so wise to leave them to the station, and to split up in such a situation?" Yeveri asked, something not seeming right about this. The Blood Raven had spoken of them being too early.. what did he mean? "I trust in the ability of out brothers, and the Sons of Guilliman have their chapter master. I am certain that we could make a detour for a mere moment and keep as able as possible to combat new threats."
@BadDo9 @Jammysod As the elevator slowly climbed up to the floor with the sound of clanging gears and oiled pistons, Techmarine turned to Yeveri who stood beside him. Uncaring about debating such sensitive subjects infront of their newly released brothers as to the matter of logistics and their loyalty, Hesiod replied: "If they are oathbreakers, an oathbreaker`s due will reach them no matter where they are on this fortress. On the other hand we have our brothers at peril and a precision bombardment incoming, and thats the place where we should be, to help those we are sure about. If these three are traitors, what difference does it make if they die at the hand of an ork cleaver or beneath our or Sons guns? On the other hand, if they are loyal, i will not have them die without a bolter in their hands in a dungeon!"
At hearing the doubt of his loyalty Ruine says a prayer out loud to get the groups attention. Without the Dark, there can be no Light, We have purpose Without the Lie, there can be no Truth, We have purpose Without the War, there can be no Victory, We have purpose Without the Death, there can be no sacrifice, We have purpose Without the Hope there can be no Future, We have purpose Without the Loyalty there can be no one chapter, We have purpose Without the Emperor, there is nothing,... And we would have no purpose. "I hold these words to heart brothers for in their magnificence is held the truth of our purpose. I will bear you no ill fate so long as you fight to your last in His name. believe me when i say I would take bolter rounds to defend my brothers so that they may fight on. I plan to retrieve my gear and I plan to distribute the Emperors justice upon the enemy".
@Uriel1339 @Vulpas Goreparan did a quick look to see which enemy kommando were the most dangerous to the kill team and already has sets of combat drugs and healing stimulants ready to go in the case that their armor was broken through which seemed to be a good possibility seeing how damaged their armor was. Addressing their devastators, he said to them “focus on their flamers and heavy stuber devastator brothers, take down their heavy support” With that he aimed his shots at the commandos with the choopas and shoots aiming to take them down. Of course, if he saw any piece of cover he could use then he would use it. Aiming down his bolter sights he aimed for the ones that were the closest. “Brother Liberian, could you take care of their shotgunners?” he asked while he shot for head shots and any bits of exploding ammunition or grenades the green skins were sure to have on them. If the blast killed them then it would be fine but even if it did not at the very least, it would disrupt their charge and make them stumble and slow down.
