So'reth appeared out of thin air " Your not welcome here." *So'reth attacked a Mandrake slaying him instantly and making a move to the next drake* "I would think Phoebus you would need some help on this wreck so Lamentor I am here with a helping hand."
The tech preist shot a pair of shot out into the darkness, each las shot giveing hints of the Alien ship. and revealing a small pase around it... "Daam XENOS... ill Turn you into Scrap metal... no you are not made from..." The preist mumbled to himself as a Mandrake jumped out from the darkness from behind. ready with its hook to strike down the Mecanicus. Yet A giant robotic arm grabed the dark creature and began to swing it around. "I may only have one eye xeno scrap, but I do have more eyes than all you..." as the Servo skull broke off the formation around the Mecanicus and began to circle the small group with what seemed to be flashlights that removed the shrud of darkness that the Eldar hid in. They locked onto their target and keeping it into the light. "I see you." OOC: Flashlight joke intented
The Chirurgeon entered her new office with Jori and Mel in attendance, having sorted out some of the preliminaries and the paperwork and made a list of everything she'd need to requisition and get put into place. She had met with the irascible Dr Gregory, and made what seemed to be a fairly good impression, so far as she could tell - which to be fair, wasn't very well. Suffice to say that he apparently disliked her a bit less than anyone else with the bare-faced cheek to be under 50 years old. The new office smelled of paint and the faint undertone of antiseptic, and was graced by one note on her desk, and one xenos cat. "Dear ms. Debbie. While I'm away fighting the enemies of man and emperor knows what, please watch over my friend Fricwitt. Goes by Fric and loved hugs. Not sure what he eats, seems to manage on his own. Thank you and enjoy your promotion. Sincerely Virgil." Well, if the gallant Astropath was away doing the Emperor's duty and fighting the enemies of Mankind, it was her duty to make sure that the little creature was waiting for him when he got back. Debbie looked around at the office, dimly grasping that this was that rarest of moments: a quiet time in the Chiurgeon's life. She looked to Jori. The stalwart bodyguard looked back. "Please bring me a small half-crate, some clean old towels, a small bowl and two of the -" she paused in thought. "- two of the fish-protein MREs." They were not the most popular of portable food choices among the ranks, so she doubted anyone would miss them.And crew morale was an important part of any fighting unit, especially for its senior members like an Astropath. Grandma Lucas had kept a Terran cat, a lethal mouser that she proudly told anyone could kill rats - if there had been any rats. Grandma Lucas kept far too clean and tidy a house to permit vermin to flourish. But if there had been any, Grimalkin would have got the lot. And on her last posting, the Navigator aboard His Divine Will had kept a couple of fuzzy, indolent Austral felines, whose long green fur had got absolutely everywhere but who had loved a tickle behind the ears. So Debbie had some idea what to do with small, fluffy xenos companion creatures. You let them hunt mice, or, failing mice, you cuddled them and fed them small, meat-based snacks. Fric looked up, not happy about being left behind. "Meow." (Translation: All the things are mine.) Miss Lucas looked down. "Fric," she said, offering a tickle behind the violet feline's cute, fluffy ears.
"I'm sorry Squad mate Loki, I'm under orders to not interfere with your investigation. As per your instruction and order's of squad leader and acting Inquisitor Davarus." Phoebus clicked off his vox chat. However, instead of making for the lost K.A.T. unit. Phoebus turned on his heels and made for Loki's and his team's location. He simply liked the idea him in mortal danger, squirming... getting even for the bar ambush felt good. "We make for Loki's location to provide backup." Despite Phoebus' response, he would never abandon a squad mate. Even one as untrustworthy and annoying such as Loki. "ENEMY CONTACT!" Phoebus shouted as he took aim at the shadowy attackers. Phoebus had faced mandrakes before, and he knew they were at a disadvantage. In the almost darkness and confined space of the corridor, hand to hand combat was inevitable. However thanks to a combination of the Eninseer's bright shoulder light and the servo-skulls warning. Pheobus had time to open fire with his bolt pistol and move Ry'thuss behind him. Shielding her from a spiked projectile. The Eldarish metal cutting deep into his Armor, but left with only minor injury. "Do not fear them. They will die, but do as I say and keep together." "Shield your eyes and prepare to open fire!" Phoebus shouts as he pulls from his belt a stun-grenade and tossing it. Unleashing a flash of blinding light, revealing the mandrakes. Sickly, but well armed fiends of the Dark City. Their shrouds momentarily lifted. Green glowing markings covered their bodies, matching their eyes and mouths. There was a desperation in their movements. 'Nothing is more dangerous than a trapped rodent with nothing to lose.' "Don't let them close in! They specialize in close combat!" Pheobus says revving his chainsword. "Unleash the fury of our weapons and put the fear of death into these inhuman beasts!"
"You again? Why is it whenever I'm being attack, you're conveniently present? Doesn't matter, we're going to cleanse this vessel of these foul xenos... present company excluded... and other such squad mates. Just kill something!" A mandrake swung a wrist mounted blade at Phoebus, aiming to take his head off. Parrying with his chainsword and avoiding death by mere seconds. 'No more distractions. Will question the ranger after this.' OOC: sorry for double post.
"Sorry no interrogations I don't do those Phoebus i was following the whole time waiting for the right moment to come and well intervene sorry but I work with you and you alone Lamenter so leave you xeno fobs out of it so i don't get in there way ." *after killing another mandrake with a bisection*
Davarus; Davarus twirled his blade and disarmed the nearest mandrake before shoving hia bolt pistol into its mouth and blasting its shadowy remains all over the wall. To his left he saw Hall take a scythe swing to the gut as he doubled over in pain and was incapacitated. Davarus yelled in frustration at the beasts and made for the one who struck Joseph. OOC: 4 mandrakes left, Hall is passed out pretty much from blood loss
OOC: RIP Detective Ezra and Scion Thoren, you will be missed... you were already missed but now we have closure. And much like in British television, that is a good thing.
