@Uriel1339 @Grall_Stonefist @Colapse Goreparan shook his head. Although the Minotaur's brows were knitted in deep thought inside his helmet he still decided to err on caution. With a deep but firm voice the Minotaur addressed the being. "Not yet, we need to run tests. On the mean while i am sure the others can keep you entertained" With that said the Minotaur apothecary went about to find any consoles or data markings he could identify. While he was doing that he set his auspex to try to scan the being.
"You are wrong creature, even your history lession is false, so next time when your makers try to deceive us, tell them they need to study Imperial history a bit better. Also, what kind of a primarch forces humans into slavery and breaks their minds? I'll tell you - a false one." Gansukh's eyes blazed with energy as his psychic might suddenly exploded, turning into a howling wind that would attempt to banish creature's presence from the minds of mortals around and contain it to the stasis capsule. Stormseer was under no impression that this would be an easy task but he was there and he had to do his duty. "Remember brothers, even if everything this thing says it's true, there is a reason why he was explunged from the records. Let us do the Emperor's work and keep it that way."
@Colapse "STOP" roared the minotaur as he walked back to the physker and shook him "Cover all contingencies first. You attack him and for all we know you free him you dolt!"
~~ Tyran - Narrator - Narrator - Franc HQ ~~ @Colapse - Gansukh Oyoma, White Scar (SM) Stormseer @Tamu - Goreparan, Minotaur (SM) Apothecary @Grall_Stonefist - Tyr Nosebreaker, Space Wolf (SM) Grey Hunter ----- @BadDo9 - Denton 'Longfang' Reach, Catachan (M) Jungle Fighter @KorCharon - Phyrrus Ataraxus, Terran (M) Palantine Sentinel @Donairian - Frederick Cooper, Human (M) Primaris Psyker ----- @Wata - Alnar, Eldar (M) Corsair Reaver "Ahhhh... You believe in things which are false then... I do not mind control anyone... I merely defend myself. When you arrived, talked to these blasphemous humans... I had to win your attention... Those who worship anything akin to a god... Deserve nothing less than death... The Word Bearers' seed must have caught more root than I wished... Ohhhh what a fool Lorgar is..." The 'creature' groaned in agony. "Extract me... Take me to the Emperor... or my other brethren... They will realize the gravity of this situation... Ooooor... Do you maybe wish to earn my trust... I could tell you something that you might not know... Are you not aware of... The origin of the Tyranids? ... Or the very fact I am here? ... Or has the Imperium succumbed to a non-thinking society...?" The alleged primarch inquired, curious about what these Space Marines might think. And the Alien who kept himself at distance. Parallel to these events, the Minotaur Apothecary would find an easy-to-access terminal linked to the Primarchs capsule. He could read the data at ease as it was an original mechanicus device. It showed various sequences of genomes, the human DNA being much intact and active. But also unique strains at the common spots where the gene-seed caused certain... Modifications. The psyker's gene was of course present too, just as expected. Any corruption or presence of xenos DNA was missing. Another option revealed intact organs and their activity. Interesting enough it seemed that the Larraman's Organ had a complete shutdown, a much weakened Neuroglottis, and a slightly weakened Mucranoid. Whether these damages were from wounds, genetic failure or due to exposure to the stasis capsule was unclear without further tests. But overall body activities seemed more optimal compared to a Space Marine. No taint of the warp was visible in the biological data. ~~ The Darkest Night - Narrator - Back On-Board~~ @TuskatheDaemonKilla "You are right." Varuuk said flatly, looking at the Mechanicus member. "They could. But we do not need them alive for that. You know that. You and the other techpriests can go through their cogitator machines and receive all the information you desire. And we can extract all the information we desire right from their brains, force them one way or another to share their memories and knowledge. But have you listened to them? Speaking of their own 'god'? They deserve nothing but death for such blasphemous thoughts. We will not break their faith, mind and body. Instead, we grant them salvation. Genocide is what the Inquisition does, Techpriest. Remember it well." Varuuk spoke straight and without compromise, yet he did not shut up Lanius, knock him out or otherwise.
"What a waste of lives, so much lost." Red said he felt the bolt pistol at the back of his head he would feel disgust for how wasteful varruk was with lives. As He watched the scientist be thrown towards him Red saw his chance. Deciding to act the crusader would attempt to jerk his head out of the way of the barrel of the bolt gun and then attempt to disarm the scientist that attempted to take him hostage.
Laeris knew reinforcements were coming, and also that the primitives had become distracted once more by their abomination soldier. He leaned into his hostage. “I’m through with you, mon’keigh” he whispered. “It’s a shame our time together was so short, and if I had any more time I would end your mayfly life for my amusement, but you are lucky. I must leave.” With that, he pushed the hostage at the scientist that Red was protecting. “My time in this engagement is at an end, Mon’keigh.” He said to Red. “I shall leave you to deal with your abhuman.” @Vulpas Laeris then moved away from the crowd to find his escape route, as the door was being blocked so that the scientists couldn’t escape. He looked around for some form of air duct, and noticing one he crouched next to it. Drawing his knife, he jammed it into the edge, and began to attempt to remove it.
"You cannot condemn them for their ignorance, they are no better than infants, completely unaware of the galaxy around them." Lanius said to the uncompromising Captain. "Why must humanity continue to be its own destroyer?" He asked before looking up at the ceiling. "Irregardless I am clearly in no position to stop you from doing as you wish. I suspect the Xenos that was supposed to be under my watch is using this distraction to begin some arrogant overly complicated scheme. Do prevent them from conducting such mischief, you are certainly not foolish enough to let an actual xenos escape. I would attempt to stop them myself but you severed my right leg at the knee and damaged the left considerably." Lanius said as his mechadendrites began inspecting his damaged legs and attempted quick repairs.
~~ The Darkest Night - Narrator - Back On-Board~~ @Maleth - Felthernia Nar'Therena, Starlen (F) Assassin @Taec - Laeris, Dark Eldar (M) Trueborn ----- @Vulpas - Red Tarsinis, Human (M) Crusader @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Lanius Skyruss, Human (M) Tech Priest @TuskatheDaemonKilla "That is nobody's but your own fault, Lanius. You wished to think and act on your own instead of follow my lead. Remember this, for whomever he wishes to kill will be on your hands. But to be honest. There is nothing we can do to catch him anymore. He will find a way off this vessel and might even flee into the maw of the enemy. After all... Did Amleth not put you in charge of the aliens? And last time I checked... He did follow my order... So who really did wrong here?" The Iron Hand asked, tossing the chainsword discardingly away before leaning down to pick the priest up and sit him up on the operating table the Captain himself laid on just a few moments ago. @Vulpas | @Taec Both Red and Laeris succeeded fully in their attempted actions. Red managed to get away from the bolt pistol and slap it out of the hand of the civilian, while taking both hostage. Each with a deadly, but ultimately merely restricting grip around their necks. They wailed in attempt of break free, just then reinforcements broke in. They had their rifles raised and secured the area within seconds. Some went after the Dark Eldar, other stayed to shackle the scientists. They said nothing as they went about their duty of securing the area. And just out of safety, the silent and standby Felthernia was also restrained. Just in case. Alas, too late. Laeris noticed a weakness in the duct, janked it off and slid into it. He spent many weeks and months on-board this vessel and had more than one look at the ships diagrams, wandered the paths. It would be no difficult task for an Ex-Comorrite to find his way around here. And just as it happened to be... The closest hangar bay was not too far away. And without a collar around his neck, maybe indeed this was the opportunity he was waiting for. Freedom. Escape. It tasted bittersweet on his tongue, the sensation teasing him with visions of dreams and hopes to stalk the dark city once more, fulfill his destiny and raise an army of a Kabal under his banner... Or maybe dedicate himself to revenge against the Mon'keigh? Oh there were so many possibilities!
As Lanius found himself on the operating table he sat himself up with his arms as he looked around. “Yes let it be put on record that I should not be put in charge of Xenos. I am an artisan not a sitter for infants or untrustworthy aliens. I only told you because I felt you might kill them, perhaps seeing a Xenos being beaten to death by a nude Astartes could have been ludicrous enough to bring me some modicum of joy from this miserable moment. But you refuse and place me here, I feel I am done speaking with you now captain. Leave me here to stew in my own frustrations while you go slaughter innocents in a manner befitting that of a greenskin, I can do nothing to stop you.”
It was hard to disguise his feeling of shock as he saw the primarch emerge, indeed it took some considerable force of will to stop himself from involuntarily bowing his head. With a gasp of imposed willpower he lifted his force stave off the ground and with one hand slanted it forward pointing it Aquila first towards the contained Primarch. He yet retained his facade of blindness as he continued to rely on his limited psychic sense, a look of confidence developed on his face when as he thought of a solution with a mild sense of catharsis. 'It is more than what my colleague is suggesting my esteemed primarch, ancient records name only nine true sons of the Emperor. Their names are Roboute Gulliman, Leman Russ, Lion'el Jonson, Vulkan, Ferrus Manus, Sanguinius, Rogal Dorn, Jaghatai Khan and Corvus Corax. There is no mention of a Mendus Alnus ever existing and the Void Tyrants do not exist as a first founding chapter, they or you have not appeared once in over ten millenia. My esteemed primarch, with the information at our disposal and no proof we have no choice but to believe you as a trick by the archenemy to deceive us, therefore we must confront you here.' Now Frederick shielded his thoughts, his cranial inhibitors sparked as they bled away the excess of building psychic energy. His brow furrowed again as he awaited an answer.
