Black ichor flowing beneath his boots, Xdaak reaches the engine rooms along his way to the bridge. He stops to glance at the raptors, uttering a growl as mechatendrils slaughter even more daemons.
One of the raptors glanced in Xdaak's direction and, unsure whether he was an Astartes or another warp spawn, almost loosed a gout of flame in his direction. A moment's longer consideration prevented the warpsmith's untimely demise by quite literal friendly fire. The raptor switched to his armor's vox casters and shouted across the way at Xdaak. "All Iron Warriors have been ordered to consolidate on the command decks until we have exited the warp! Move, or you will be overwhelmed!"
(writing a new chat sheet then) NAME: Gernima Doruin GENDER: Female AGE: -Unknown- CLASS: Plaguemeister EQUIPPMENT: -Thick, dark lab coat, reinforced with flak armor around chest area, thighs and shoulders. -Wrist-mounted injector, connected to diffrent tanks and containers, containing who knows what, mounted on her belt -Plague flail. A cencer pluming with foul mists and gases, covered in horrific spikes, connected with a chain to a handle, covered in spikes aswell. -A horrific dagger, with a long jagged edge. -Gasmask in the shape of a bulls skull, covering the entire head. APPERANCE: a thin and strange woman, with yellow almost glowing eyes. Her hair is grayish white and her voice is strangely clear, otherwise is her aplerance hard to make out behind all her gear. (I BELIVE that was everything neccecary, yes?)
The flood of warp spawn had only intensified over the hours of fighting where Commander Malliborn was holding his checkpoint. Casualties among the soldiers under his command were high and their ammunition was beginning to run low. Supplies had stopped coming from the inner defensive perimeter and it was looking like they would not be able to hold without support soon. From beyond the waves of tendrils and meat surging forwards and crashing into Malliborn's lines, a huge four-legged monstrosity of crimson metal and brass trudged into full view. It's eyes glowed deep red with primordial hatred and its machine-like jowls dripped with a mix of hot saliva, congealed blood and foetid chunks of flesh. It was a juggernaut of Khorne, an iron steed of brutish fury that would surely shatter their line if it was allowed to reach it. Its body recoiled with a mighty twitch of contempt and arched its neck, loosing a deafening roar laced with inflections of tone no mortal ears should ever have business hearing. Malliborn had a choice to make. Stand and fight or retreat to friendly lines.
"Brothers fall back we are to far ahead of the lines Wilhelm cover this hell with fire we must retreat!" Malliborn grabbed Koros's body and started to drag him with the rest of his brothers. Magron asked hesitantly while withdrawing "What about Lucan." Malliborn replied " He was always so to quick to charge the fool had much ambition we have no time to recover his body while the walker is her now move!" The 5 moved down the decks and charged to the command deck where the Captain requested them. "Commander leave me I am just more weight on us." Malliborn replied "We have been family since the Scourge of Olympia we are not losing another I don't care how you feel about it now rest Khengruul remotely set Lucan's armor to explode lets see if we can do some damage to that walker!" OOC: Malliborn minor cuts and bruising. Critically injured- Sergeant Koros Injured- All minor or moderate Dead- Lucan
Xdaak, moving forth on his steady, unstoppable path has almost reached the bridge. However, warpspawn do slow him down, even though great metallic claws, once for lifting massive plates of metal have become warped and distored by his hybridization with a daemon. Malformed, the claw akin to that of a crab rent it's way through thicker beasts, while thinner tendrils, some tipped with whirring blades, others with daemonic leech-like orifices punch their ways through scores of beasts. The eerie sound of warpspawn being dragged back to the warp is palpable throughout this section of the ship.
Kragg kicks the dreadnaught with a slight rage that it seems to just be a bucket of bolts "hmpf what a waist to think you dreadnaughts seem to live forever" kragg holds out his blast master and leaves into another corridor and he is lost inside the tyrants gaze as some of the interior is destroyed and holds no familiarity with him Kraggs squad of rhett ranker and new guy keep holding off all the deamon spawns till none are remaining -rhett-" ahhhh lord kragg will be most pleased with this he only lost a quarter of his slaves!" Rhett had a smug grin beliving his doom siren did most of the work while ranker wiped off the limbs and organs of the deamons exploding *lord kragg sure will be most pleased.....any idea where he went?* Rhett thinks for a moment "aghhhh i think he went to cargo or the hanger? I cant remember im not going to find out either whithout him i rightfully will lead you too" rhett grins a twisted smile
