'You have me at a disadvantage Terran, which leaves me with only one option.' Frederick turned and pointed the force stave at Phyrrus @KorCharon the Aquila at the end of the implement once again glowing as he once again focused his psychic energy into the weapon, his face was blank and expressionless and his posture calm and steady, he opened his eyes and then stared down the Terran. This was the case for but a few moments while Psyker charged the implement the Aquila glowing ever brighter, he then suddenly with his free hand grabbed the shaft of the force stave and pointed it back towards the stasis capsule not turning fully as he did so and then released his mental energy sending a molten beam at the would be Primarch. As the beam impacted it exploded and released a cloud of smoke as Cooper had hoped it would, Frederick then finished his return to Phyrrus as he turned and began to leave the stasis chamber without checking if any damage had been done. 'Now we better go, follow the Apothecary @Tamu out of this lockdown, we will find out soon enough if this is indeed a Primarch or an alien infiltrator.'
Finishing his completely severed leg in good time Lanius then began working on his other leg, his pain receptors had died down by this point but these repairs were not completely without small spikes of pain. He of course did not appreciate this sensation, it was a reminder of the weakness of flesh like his earlier failure. He did not like being reminded of failure, what sane mind did? He stopped himself from dwelling on things further and instead simply worked on repairing his other leg.
"The minotaurs have never Been more than craven cur, seeking a title they can never carry" Tyr said before a whole debarcle happened for one the psycher proved why many found his kind wicked, Tyr had allmost shot him on the spot, then as he charged up pointing his staff towards a fellow operative, Tyr had had enough of his madness, and fired a bolt round to his legs. "The creatures must have effect on mortal psychers" he said to Gansukh Ooc: and if the blast still hits the pod. "Now our fate is sealed by this madman, we must fight the beast before it gets a chance ti escape." Tyr said turning towards the smoke surrounding the capsule, bolter ready to fire as soon as something moved within.
Seeing how the situation quickly escalated and how nobody seemed to heed his warnings, Gansukh had no other choice but to finally act. He tapped the floor of the chamber with his staff, letting the full extent of his, until then, restrained powers manifest. Bone fetishes and other trinkets fixed on his armor began to rattle, the echo of a distant thunder apparing at the edge of sound, at first nothing more than a whisper but quickly building up the tempo. Until Gansukh tapped the floor once again. Mighty howl escaped his lungs as the wind of Chogoris unfurled all around him, coming with the speed of Khagan's sons riding to war. Stormseer was true to his word, the storm created and unleashed before his very being. Air became thick with the smell of rain as the wild winds picked up the pace, bringing up some of the unused stasis capsules and throwing them all around the chamber. White Scar's face became hidden by the unnatural weather as his body and mind became the center of the storm, however his eyes gave him away as they blazed with purpose, all in their cerulean blue glory. But while the winds raged, there was no lightning following in their wake. The main focus of Gansukh's sudden burst was not to harm (at least not a lot) anyone, but to prevent the rest of his teammates from killing each other while the real enemy was watching. Psychic storm would hopefully ruin both Tyr's and Phyruss's aim while also pushing all of his allies outside the chamber, before the lockdown happens. While the cohesion of the team was broken the moment Minotaur Goreparan acted on his own and forced the solution upon them (psyker Frederick also did little to help defuse the situation), the Stormseer was still trying to help everyone get to safety and out of this stasis center. If it meant that he would have to stay behind in order for others to get out in time and fight another day, so be it.
~~ Tyran - 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 The strong winds that are native to Chogoris were carried by Gansukh across the galaxy to the deep underground facility of Tyrant, but sadly a tad too late. The reactive bolt shell from Tyr penetrated Frederick's leg, the detonation inside his leg almost tearing it off. There was a big dent but no hole, the bone was almost visible and the flesh would need treatment to not catch an infection. Goreparan and Tyr, as well as the Stormseer himself had the opportunity to engage their mag-boots easily in time to be not swept away. Denton managed to stab his blade into the floor and kneel to maintain at least staying on the floor rather than taking off into the air like Phyrrus, Frederick and the Franc. Somewhere in the midst of the gusts and smoke, the elusive Corsair had disappeared. Maybe a bit earlier while the humans were too busy arguing with one another? Either way. None could actually focus on such thing as Goreparan moved into action. Frederick, the mortal psyker was caught with a single hand stretching towards the air and then simply wrapped under his arm as if he was carrying a canine puppy, arm wrapping around the back and his hand resting on the belly and side of the psyker. Purposeful steps were taken by the Minotaur towards the closing bulkhead of the stasis facility. He was closely followed by Denton who walked in the wind shadow of Goreparan. Phyrrus eventually was pushed outside of the gust and dropped from almost a second story building. He managed a last moment spin to land on his back rather than face first, allowing his armor to absorb most of the impact. The Terran Sentinel landed right at the feet of Gansukh and Tyr who made their stand while the other three withdrew und Goreparan's guiding steps. Still, there was no sign or signal from Alnar. But a quick scan of the room revealed that the franc human landed unluckily on his head, his neck broken from the impact of the misfortunate landing. The dust settled, but there was no sign of the winds dying down, simply they moved around the Primarchs prison, suppressing him and his imminent area. The capsule was utterly destroyed by Fredericks warperism. A hand suddenly shot forth out of the rubble, followed by the rest of the body. The Void Tyrant stood to full size, his alabaster skin clearly visible now and standing in ancient simple clothes, a shirt that stopped at the shoulders and pants that wrapped tightly around his legs to his feet. The shirt was a deep purple, the pants white with red trims, along with his half boots that were in a relative deep red. It surely was no coincidence that the colors matched that of Hive Fleet Leviathan. After all, he designed them like any of the Hive Fleets. Casually he brushed the dust off his shoulders and hair. "I do not wish to harm any of you. Heed the words of your Psyker. Allow me to go planetside, give the command to my legion to withdraw. But if you wish to fight me. I will defend myself." His body despite the long time in stasis seemed to be quite in a good shape. Or perhaps Tyr was right in his prior note about the failure of the stasis capsule and that this 'Primarch' only acted as if he was trapped within. Shortly after, the bulkhead closed behind the two Astartes and the Sentinel, leaving them trapped with the Primarch. The main elevator seemed still intact and it would be a good idea to take it. That way once at the top, they could deadlock it and force the Primarch to take the staircase to get back on top. Alternative access or exit points seemed not just unrealistic but improbable. ~~ 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 "It seems you are operational again." The fully clad Varuuk said to Lanius. "I will go to the drop pods. I suggest you and Red hurry to the closest hangar bay. We have to stop Laeris if we can. And if not... We will go planetside to aid the ground team." The Watch Captain instructed, although his tone of voice made it sound like a suggestion before he ran off - heading indeed for the drop pod bay. Lanius' system gave him green lights on all routine checks, making him ready to get back into the fray. There would be no hindrance or burdening to anyone. But the question was, if he would get himself immediately back into danger. Although dangers were to be expected when serving the Inquisition.
Lanius eases himself back onto his feet now that they were repaired, a lesser priest would likely still be repairing himself. His quick momen of pride was interrupted by the captain, Lanius did agree that they must stop the Xenos, there was no debating the brutish captain there. If he found the alien he would not be as reasonable as he could be. “Red, the captain is correct we must prevent the alien’s escape. Might I add I believe the inquisitor Amleth may be understanding on of their pets is killed while trying to escape. I personally would blame the escape attempt on the decision to remove their collars for a brief moment of time.” He said to the crusader, what he was insinuating was not difficult to pick up even through his synthesized voice. @Vulpas
< @Donairian @Uriel1339 > Denton scoffed and snarled as he looked around, seeing the unconscious psyker on the ground. "I don't think I'd win any points for you dying." he said with a sigh, sheathing his blade and going over to the human, picking him up and hefting him as he looked around, moving with the others. His eyes kept scanning for enemies, today had been a very odd day,
"Void Tyrant," Gansukh spoke, his voice distorted a bit, sounding as if coming from a different place, "If you truly are what you say you are, nothing we can do would be able to stop you from escaping this base. If so, then I'll go to meet the Emperor with a smile on my face as I tested one of his own sons and he didn't find himself wanting. But if your words are nothing but lies and you are in fact, a liar and a deceiver, then you will find your death here at the hands of those still loyal to the Golden Throne." "In any case, the time for talking is over. Now we shall put this question to rest," the White Scar said and once again the winds howled, the storm ready for its second coming. Lightning bolts flashed from the top of Gansukh's wooden staff and headed straight for the Primarch, the Stormseer dropping all of his earlier barriers and unleashing a full on psychic assault, intent on overwhelming this creature and put his own alien might to the test.
@Uriel1339 @Donairian @BadDo9 @KorCharon Goreparan injected some weakened medicine into the physker he had caught before gently dumping him on the ground. Although carrying the human would not slow him down, it would, however, impact his ability to react. The other two humans who followed him could handle the physker for the minotaur put the highest priority in sharing the information and the events of what had occurred. “ I will mark the trail in case you have forgotten the exit so try to keep up. Although I don’t know what the physker did I doubt its anything good if he was shot in the leg by a bolt round. Leave him if you want, or bring him along. Either way, the Eldar disappeared from the chamber before we did and I doubt I need to remind you of their brand of loyalty or their trustworthiness” With that said the minotaur pulled out his combat knife and unlocked his bolter before he began to run full tilt for the exit. At every turn or twisted passage, he would mark the way with a long gash from the combat knife for the humans behind him. This was risky as it could lead the hive primarch out as well but since the exit path was not a hidden thing he doubted it would matter much.
Red was silent for several moments thinking about what the captain said, He hated to admit it but he was right. Hearing Lanius and new orders to go capture, kill or stop the Xeno from escaping he nodded his head glad once more to be on something he was more fine with and could handle. "I can agree with that Lanius, I got your back on this." deciding to security near the hanger, escape pods and drop pods and have them be on the watch for the Dark Eldar Xeno and to capture him and use any force necessary to capture him.
