A growing presence of fear and dread surrounding him and the Minotaur's medicine roused Frederick Cooper to consciousness, wincing as he felt his grievous wound he pushed away the Franc assistance as he leaned on his force stave to stand up avoiding putting pressure on the gaping gash in his leg as he did so. He overheard the words of the panicked Franc soldier and rather calmly figured out what was happening, he realized he had to reassert his facade of blindness once again to avoid further panicking the colony soldiers. He gestured with one hand to Denton @BadDo9 and suggested what he should do with no small amount of discomfort in his voice. 'After the Eldar Catachan, go stop him before he brings disaster upon us.' Cooper gave a gasp of pain as he inadvertently put pressure on his leg momentarily and cursed his instinct under his breath, he screwed up his face as tried to recall what had happened in the stasis chamber. He straightened up as best he could and hobbled a couple of steps, he brightened up when had an idea of how he could walk normally but he would have to reserve it for dire circumstances. For now he knew there was at least one Franc alive in the room he may as well fill an advisory role in his debilitated state, he asked the one soldier as politely as he could manage. 'Don't worry about me, take me to your commanding officer as quick as you may, time is of the essence.'
Lanius made a brief audible grumble as he noticed his first shot had missed the xeno, one of two things would happen, the xeno would not attack again, or would attack him. One involved him shooting at the xeno again, and the other likely meant the xeno would make a smart comment and comply. He was unsure which would be better so instead of making his own move he would see what the xeno will do. His bolt pistol still raised as his internal systems kept locked on the xeno.
< @Uriel1339 @Wata @Donairian > Denton had snarled at how slow the elevator was, finally coming to the top to a number of panicked soldiers as one ran over to him to help with the psyker on his back. About that time, said psyker awoke and Longfang smirked a little. "Finally awake?" he asked as he worked to lower the other man to the ground, to be helped by the Franc. With a curt nod his face turned to stone and he began following the trail of dead bodies without another word. He had to face this Eldar for the last time, and he drew his blades as he began to run, not having time to waste.
After dodging the first shot, Laeris hissed at the human. “I surrendered Mon’keigh! What did you not understand?” Laeris crouched, ready to dodge another shot. “I am not attacking you, human, so what is the meaning of this.” He glared through his helmet, trying to judge the primitives next move. The lack of organics making it difficult. @TuskatheDaemonKilla
Anyone Alnar encountered had tried to stop him or ask his business. No one were willing to listen to reason anyway or to give him a chance of freedom in the slightest. He didn't care about these humans, much less about their plans. He had no reason to sabotage or ruin anything the primitives had going on. Alnar just wanted to be free. So he gave no quarter, humans had closed minds. Simple imaginations without room for understanding much less empathy for and Eldar. He gave them the same courtesy. The amount of violence he used was just the necessity needed to get past. There was no deep hatred or raging fire, just a screaming yearning to be home again. He was from Saim-Hann. The home of the Wild Riders. Captivity was nightmare. The Corsair stared into the sky on the landing pad. He'd die before surrendering again to the chains of humans. Anyone who stepped between him and his escape would have to fight him to the death. "Free me." He whispered quietly to the skies.
@Uriel1339 Goreparan frowned as his systems picked up the smell of death and rot. This was not a good sign as he doubted he would be so lucky as to find the corpses of the killed and the killer in a heap, having died together in combat. Either way, the minotaur pushed on after closing the door behind him. Along the way, he noted all possible side paths and hallways in his systems map. These paths were closed but he doubted it would remain that way when he retrieved whatever was in the vault and if possible commenced a data purge. As the skull went downwards the minotaur followed.
"Then crush it creature, at least I won't have to listen to your nonsense anymore," Gansukh grunted as he was pushed back, with each passing second it was clear that this so-called primarch was way stronger than your average monster, but this just meant that he had to redouble his efforts. @KorCharon "I agree with your assessment palatine, but we can slow it down significantly while we're at it," the Stormseer subvocalized back, knowing that while there was no shame in dying here, he didn't need to throw his life away, at least not before he does something to criple this monster. "Fire on this creature while I'm concentrating, let us see how it soaks blessed bullets!" he said and spread his power around, ingoring the primarch for the moment and focusing on his allies. "Blessed be the Khan of Khans, the Warhawk, the Skybreaker and the Stormrider," he started chanting, the powers of the chogorian steppes once again flowing through the chamber, however this time around instead of an outwordly maelstorm, the thunder would start beating in both Tyr's and Phyrrus's hearts. "You who's speed is unmatched among your brothers, the sharp blade of the Emperor, laughing as he kills. Lend me your aid my Khagan, let your sons destroy the heresy with the swiftness born of your blood!" OOC casting Heart of the Khan to give each of us speed and strength in order to get outside the room before the primarch catches us.
@Colapse Phyrrus felt a surge of power pulsing through him as the feral power of the son of the khan coursed through him. He suddenly felt a strenght and dexterity that felt completely unnatural when compared to his human frame. He did however decide not to fire on the abomination, realizing it would have little effect and would only provoke it. The increased speed however gave them a much better chance at surviving what had to be done. Phyrrus boosted his helmets comm system as much as he could, relying on transmitters that were made to transmit reliably even from the chasms of terran underhives. "This is Captain Phyrrus Ataraxus of the Palatine Sentinels, do not question the following request, you need to enact a series of precision lance strikes right on my position! It is the only way!" Seconds later, he opened a vox channel to Gansukh and spoke only five words:" We need to move, Now!"
~~ Tyran - Narrator - Franc HQ - Stasis Room~~ @Colapse - Gansukh Oyoma, White Scar (SM) Stormseer @Grall_Stonefist - Tyr Nosebreaker, Space Wolf (SM) Grey Hunter ----- @KorCharon - Phyrrus Ataraxus, Terran (M) Palantine Sentinel ----- "You fool. We are way too far underground for your vox to ever reach the orbit. Besides. Can you not feel the presence of the Aliens? Your cruiser is not even in orbit any longer!" The Hive Tyrant yelled at Phyrrus in annoyance and frustration, taking a step forward towards Gansukh. "You can flee. But you cannot hide." The Primarch said, getting ready to slam an oversized fist into the White Scar. But just then, a boosted Grey Hunter leapt high into the air, driving his weapon in the side of the Primarch. It indeed was unexpected. A quick close combat duel ensued, with the much smaller Space Wolf unleashing his ferocity with quick blows. Only capable to even be on par with the Primarch due to the immense boost of Gansukh's powers. However the pattern started to become obvious, the Primarch finally landing a blow against the cheek of Tyr, sending him sliding across the floor, him stopping somewhere next to the hole in the wall with a fractured cheekbone. "Run. But beware the Xeno. I can aid you, if you wish. The Eldar will be plenty of challenge to you, especially with only the three of you left to stand and fight." Mendum Alvus offered, then cracked his neck as if ready for a fight after a good warmup. "Unless you wish to waste more time?" ~~ Tyran - Narrator - Franc HQ - Archives ~~ @Tamu - Goreparan, Minotaur (SM) Apothecary Finally Goreparan arrived at the Servo skulls programmed stop. Like before, a priorly hidden keypad was revealed. With the inquisitionarial code put in followed by a retinal scan of the servo skull, a door opened. The lights automatically turned on when the door opened. It revealed something akin to a museum. Items catalogued and inside glass cases for row after row. And in the center a massive logic machine with a holo-projector. As he stepped forward, the Servo-skull projected a holographic pre-programmed individual. Based on the briefing from before, Goreparan's system identified the person as Magos Varnak. Overseer of Tyran before and during the Tyranid attack. "Greetings Servant of the holy ordo. And welcome to the archives of Tyran. You will find a catalogue of all current items saved in the cogitator unit." And the projection ended. They were around two dozen various items, mostly small. But one that stood out was an awkward looking staff, looking as if it was made out of solid gold. But old in design. When Goreparan read the little label, it was rather straightforward, yet to stand before such a rare weapon. One could call it a Primarch Killer. Or truly, there was nothing known to ever have survived a blow from this weapon. Fulgurite. ~~ Tyran - Narrator - Franc HQ - Landing Pad Fight ~~ @BadDo9 - Denton 'Longfang' Reach, Catachan (M) Jungle Fighter @Wata - Alnar, Eldar (M) Corsair Reaver Denton came warmed up, not exhausted, on the landing pad, facing off Alnar. No aircraft was yet in range and the Franc soldiers were preparing for invasion. Whatever would go down between the two of them, it would be a duel between Catachani and Corsair Reaver. ~~ Tyran - Narrator - Franc HQ - Psy-Com ~~ @Donairian - Frederick Cooper, Human (M) Primaris Psyker The soldier did not protest. He complied freely, taking the wounded and exhausted psyker to the nearest officer. Said officer just finished barking some orders and three squads left to do whatever they were ordered to. "Private!" He barked annoyed. "Who or what by the heavens is this?!" He pointed at Frederick, clearly frustrated as he approached the pair. "H-h-he required to speak to you, B-b-brigadier General. H-h-he is one of the foreigners who survived... Uhhh... The... well... Thing." The private muttered, shaking slightly in his voice. The General squeezed and rubbed his nose bridge, offering a seat on an uncomfortable wooden chair in the emergency briefing room for Frederick. "Make it quick, soldier. I have a global defense to prepare." ~~ The Darkest Night - Narrator - Back On-Board~~ @Taec - Laeris, Dark Eldar (M) Trueborn ----- @Vulpas - Red Tarsinis, Human (M) Crusader @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Lanius Skyruss, Human (M) Tech Priest The group would just stare down at each other, or rather Laeris was left waiting for a reply. The tension in the air was so thick one could cut it with a blade. Escape was so close for the Dark Eldar. Yet, nigh unattainable. The so-ever sweet temptation of freedom.
Red kept his eye on the dark eldar as he did he would keep his bolt pistol in his hand, as the stare off continued a plan slowly came into his mind, one of his eyes under his helmet drifted over to the valkyries engines upon it, If the dark eldar got them started he could possibly fire upon them to possibly take out the raft, at best blowing it up along with the xeno at worst. crashing it and then having to haul out a near dying xeno and a loss of a Valkyrie in either scenario. "So xeno are you going to run off and attempt to ecape or are you jut going to stand here and stair at us?" Red asked looking at the dark eldar. Bolt pistol in one hand and chain shield in another.
