@Uriel1339 The Astartes simply laughed. "Harsh words, and untrue! I was only hoping to get reprieve from the prattle of fanatics," said the Flesh Tearer. He pulled off his helmet, light going out of the red lenses. "I am Simeon Bloodeye," he said with a winning smile. "And I make it my business to know characters of note aboard this fine vessel."
~~ Lucida San-Seraph - Elysium - Bridge ~~ "So you can better lick the boots of Thanatos?" She crossed her arms and gazed in his face. "You are as ugly as anyone else from Sanguinius kind. Let's hope you don't go into that blindless rage like the rest of them, or a Khornate Berserker." The woman stated simple. Okay so perhaps she didn't like Astartes, but had something against Blood Angels and descendants?
@Uriel1339 "I always believed that what mattered was on the inside," quipped the Flesh Tearer. "And, no, that's not quite my way of doing things," he answered, still smiling. Perhaps, unlike most of his kind, he actually had even the most remote control over his temper.
Elysium - Library A lot of things could change in a mere hundred years, making every map Knightmare found virtually useless. Sighing to himself the Night Lord returned the maps to their places, figuring that the damned psyker would attempt something otherwise. No sightings of the Avenger. His ship had been missing for centuries, a victim of, embarassingly, greenskin looters. The last thing Knightmare had done before choosing survival over honour was to set the small destroyer to wander the galaxy and he'd been searching ever since.
With the Daemon Engine eying him up, Raternle decided that the best plan of action would to be flee this fight before he ended up dead. While running away from the Daemon Engine to a safer distance he updated the robot's programing to a melee hit and retreat protocol, so that the robot gave the Engine a quick melee strike then follow him to wherever he was retreating to, namely the Elysium. The robot would pick him up when it caught up to him, given that the machine was faster than him when it came to running and speed saves lives when fleeing from a dangerous situation, like finding a Daemon Engine in a cargo truck that the Magos forgot to tell them about.
OOC: waiting on more posts before moving on, especially in the combat area against the Daemon Engine.
-Malrus @Maleth Malrus fell into another cargo, Crate he could see the situation outside was going bad and his own attacks were ineffective. "We need to go for its Mobility it seems, DataSmith Can you Order your robot to get close to the Daemon engine to get at its Limbs." Malrus asked through the Vox as he got out of the container as idea in mind as he got up. He raised himself high up. "GO FOR THE LEGS CRIPPLE IT!" Malrus yelled out as he began focusing electricity from his armor and his powers of the warp at the Daemon engines legs Trying to cause one of them to overload and explode.
Ekaddon, seeing the daemon engine unleashing its fury upon the War and Datasmiths, encircled the daemon and pulled forth his Evicerator at the same time as clasping his pistol. Remembering it only had a little fuel left, Ekaddon knew he had to be effective. Hearing Malrus screaming about crippling it, Ekaddon used his heavily augmented legs to set into a quick sprint with the joints and gears grindin and screaming. Approaching the unsuspecting daemon fast Ekaddon revved up the Evicerator and swung it, for all his might and strength, amplifying the momentum with combat simulants being released into his blood, Ekaddon swung hard against one of the legs that were being battered by Malrus energies..
It looked as though the creature had reacted to his pin point shot, though the mad war engine clearly wasent stunded by it, he dident really see much he could do to hurt it right now, he lacked the powerfull weapons, and to be honest from his position, it did not seem the be the biggest thread at the moment, atleast not to him, it had sent one of the space-marines flying. So for now he decided to observe the actions of the others, as they tried to battle the machine, perhaps a good window would open, one thing was certain, he was not running at it with his knife like some mad cultist of the other gods.
The Library Sarcopha stood and watched on as the Rogue Traderess left, taking the child of frenzy with her. In spite of having limited experience with the Space Marines, she could see the tendrils of destruction burrowing into his blood, the shadow of a sanguine wing over him. The seeress cocked her head and squinted her eyes, trying to interpret what she was seeing as if looking at a sunny sky and attempting to spot the birds passing below the huge fireball of the heavens. "I feel we won't find much wisdom on this station", she murmured, more to herself, and consequently, much less upbeat than usual, before reverting to her usual serene smile and hobbling to the side of the blue-armoured darkling (@Avenging-Angel ), leaving the protection of her brother's mighty, plagued presence. "I never heard a blessed Space Marine sigh. Need a pair of eyes? I have plenty to share."
