Fera stood at the top of the ramp, Her heavy bolter gripped with both handsas she saw the oncoming hordes of rats. With a smile under her helmet she let a out a war cry as she took aim and began blasting her heavy bolter towards the Ogre and its horde. "We got ourselves a nice horde to greet us it seems lets break there backs and force them out to clear a way. Ausarius! think you can set up a barrier to keep the majority of the horde back?!" Fera asked quickly as she began letting her bolter letting it rip through flesh and shed blood once more. @Vlayden

OOC ALL OUT ATTACK one on the giant rat horde one on the giant rat ogre

As the Black Legionnaire volunteered to head in the same party as the Wolves of Horus, Corbulus displayed little outward emotion, thanks in due part to the Mk III Iron helmet covering his face. Even Nero, who expected his lord to showcase some sort of negative emotion at the news, couldn't spot any clues as to his thoughts. In truth, the Alpha Wolf felt almost pleased with that outcome: it would provide an excellent opportunity to judge the raptor's capability in combat and, more importantly, his allegiance. The dark gods only know, but perhaps the battle might even provide a chance for him to eliminate the astartes, should his fealty belong to a certain arch-failure.

Giving a wave as a nonverbal instruction to Nero, Corbulus walked past the saluting astartes before they parted ways, beckoning Sobek to follow him up to the Stormbird. Settling down near the depth of the transport, he watched as Viator predictably sat right next to the entrance ramp, expecting the glory of first blood or some other idiotic notion. The Alpha Wolf kept an observant eye on the rest of the group, though said nothing as the ship's doors closed and they took off away from the battleship, the massive vessel arriving at their destination. The trip had been relatively quiet compared to some combat drops he had the pleasure of partaking in in the past.

It would not last though, as the Alpha Legionnaire opened up with missile pods, before landing in his own created LZ. The door to the transport popped open and, as predicted, the vainglorious bastard of a Phoenician rushing out while making himself looked as though he had all the time in the world. Corbulus heard some excuse about maps to mask their 'leader's' sloth, and then Viator was gone, strolling away as though he was back on the Nightfall. He raised a hand slightly to indicated to the First Archimandrite to stay where he was and to watch as the other members of the party left the vessel. Once the sounds of fighting truly commenced outside, then the Alpha Wolf signaled for them to leave the void craft.

Spotting the scattered but rapidly regrouping guards with las-weapons, Corbulus then turned from the light show to see a couple of combat servitors as well. Armed with much better and substantive weaponry, he turned to the mystic. "Heretek, will you be able to convert those machines for our purposes and incorporate them into the warhost?" the Alpha Wolf asked as he pointed his chainaxe at the cybernetic drones as they continued their assault on the Stormbird's position.


@High_Adept_Zeth

Not much time has passed since their briefing in the huge dusty chamber of Nightfall, the place looking more like a tomb where living things came to die, then a place of discussion. Their objectives clear and tasks delegated, they departed for the asteroid penal station.

At one point he started multitasking between Corbulus`s demands and Viator`s "requests". Luckily the plowing though the stars was shortlived and as they disembarked, Archimandrite of the Wolves of Horus, waited for his master to summon him.

@WanderingJester
Beackoning him foward, Sobek made do with haste, his lash and webber in hands.
"Heretek, will you be able to convert those machines for our purposes and incorporate them into the warhost?" the Alpha Wolf asked as he pointed his chainaxe at the cybernetic drones as they continued their assault on the Stormbird's position.


With a tilt of his beaked mask toward the servitors he replied simply. "If no controller (in this case, a local Enginseer) is present to rival me, then they will serve us immediately. However i will need cover Lord."
He had a lot of time to recover after his great undertaking in constructing the shrines aboard Nightfall , and while he did not bring Alpha and Beta, unwilling to risk his only personnel in live combat, he was quite capable for taking care of himself and this time, he was perfectly healthy.

Standing slightly behind Corbulus, he subtly used the bulk of his liege lord as cover, utilizing his control rod/walking cane to scramble the combat servitor behavioural matrices, shifting their paramaters on friends and foes.

Charging ahead he fired at the two most distant combat servitors with his webber, as if to incapacitate them before tending to their allegiances.
Snaking his electro-whip around himself, with a pivot he unleashed it at the nearest servitor attempting to disable its weapon-arm.

Xaviera had undertaken the journey in the assault ram in contemplative silence. When Nero's instruments started picking up life signs, she vigorously nodded, looking up from her private thoughts. "He is correct; there are creatures beyond the wall," she supplied. The impact shook through the assault ram and she was glad to be strapped down, but as soon as the ram had settled in the wall, she released herself from her seat and rose to stand. The loading ramp fell down with a clank and they were greeted by the emerging rat hordes. With a disgusted sneer, she raised her las pistol, fired off shots into the advancing tide, and then she raised her psychic dagger and channeled a rush of near-psychotic euphoria into her allies, a silvery mist emerging from her dagger and spreading out among them. After the spell was cast, she took aim with her laspistol once more, egged on by the heady state of mind, and opened fire on the rats.

OOC:
Offensive action; Firing into the rat hordes
Psychic power; Hysterical Frenzy (bonus action for group)
Offensive action; Firing into the rat hordes

“AKASH SUR AKASH TARRH" Ghorzkha half roared, half brayed as they where give the go.
His chain axe was reving and his shotgun cocked as he started running out the stormbird. His powerfull cloven legs carrying him with a surprising speed as he saw his first targets, some forhuddled man filth that seemed unready, unleashing another beastial bray as he charged, his axe over head, and his shotgun pointed forwards, ready to pull the trigger when he got into well practioned range.

OOC: all out attack on manfilth

<Asteroid prison - lower part> @Jorimel @Colapse @Skarboy @Kalle @Vlayden @Vulpas

As the vessel made it's 'landing', Valu got up just after Satharn, following him - and perhaps by coincidence potentially using him as a living shield. Then again his power armor would block many shots that would be fatal for Valu's flak armor. Fortune or misfortune, whichever it would be in the coming minutes, their enemies were not soldiers - but a feral infestation of pesky, overgrown beasts.

"Rats. Too bad we have no snakes." Valu said out loud, thinking more to himself in irony that he very well could be one, or might even become a three-headed one soon enough.

Valu looked at his Las rifle for a moment and then at the countless numbers of rats. He shook his head and put his Las Rifle away to grab the frag grenade on his belt, pulling the pin and holding the grenade's safety mechanism tightly clutched as he hopped a few steps forwards to gain momentum for the toss. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" He roared, hurling it into Giant Rat Horde.

It was not much grace or anything of epic scale such as the action that their local witch or Fera performed. Then again, that is exactly how Valu survived. Under the radar, simply doing the job that he was asked to do. Never under performing, never exceeding expectations. An average medic with average talents. As the grenade flew, he readied his las rifle again and readied to shoot into whatever Rats might come too close to Fera, himself or his lord Satharn.

OOC:
Grenade Toss vs. Giant Rat Horde (I assume this is half-action)
Defense on Satharn/Fera/Myself (in that priority to whoever is applicable first, half-action)

Orghast strode into the fray slowly. Millennia ago he had strode just so as a mere linesman of Mortarion's and the Emperor's Death Guard. Since those days many things had changed: Typhus had lead them to Nurgle, Orghast had embraced the Plague Father's multitudinous blessings and become a receptacle for disease and filth, walked some of the greatest battle fields of the blackest crusades, and most recently he had lost those very same blessings and favors that preserved him for ten thousand years. What did not and would not change was the same steady, methodical approach Orghast took to war. Lidded eyes surveyed their immediate opponents, finding them wanting in terms of challenge and faith. Raising his restored bolter the Astartes rattled off several shots at the human guardians, looking to bring the gift of death to the station as a sort of welcoming mat for his god's will.

OOC: All Out Attack - Attacking Human Guards with Bolter

Satharn passed the journey in silence. Every so often he became aware that he was smiling like a fool. He was glad to be wearing his helmet even as he stopped himself as soon as he caught the act. He needed to focus on the here and now. On the oncoming battle.

That was easily enough achieved with their arrival. The reflex actions it took to prepare for combat, and the steps his armour took as it followed his subconscious instructions. Or perhaps he followed its prompts? For now it did not matter. The Night Lord wanted to spill blood and the enemy was about to oblige him. Rats swarmed up ahead. Big ones.

He leaped out from the craft with surprising grace and landed almost silently, though the shudder of his armoured frame could be felt through the feet. He flicked his chainglaive to live cycling and stepped forward to meet the horde, believing his Astartes bulk and strength would be best taking the front rank for such numerous vermin.

"Something lurks behind this swarm," he warned, as the chainglaive growled and bit into fur and flesh.



All out attack on the rats. Hoping armour is rat-proof.

Erelak stepped calmly from the transport, and revved his chainsword. He looked briefly at those who dared to stand in the way of chaos, quickly making a decision between human or servitor as his first victim of this deployment. Human of course would be a much more entertaining kill.


With his decision quickly made, Erelak picked the closest unengaged human, and began to charge with his chainsword ready to carve through the weakling. His bolt pistol was in his other hand, also ready to fire into the pathetic defenders.


Ooc: All out attack on humans

As the mighty Thousand Son stepped out of the Assault Ram, he gave off a confident sigh as he looked around the area, holding his refurbished spear at his side.

After having taken his first steps off of the ramp, the crested helm looked to either side before moving forward - taking lead of the group for the most part and stepping forward, mentally memorizing the scenery. If anything, he had to so he'd know where they started.


And speaking of 'memorizing', his warp senses certainly told him that there was something wrong, a malevolence in the distance that was on its way. Quite rapidly, at that. It hadn't worried Ausarius so, and with that he simply waited to see what would be here.

Sufficed to say, he was disappointed; rats? He'd seen more disappointing sights like Gretchin of course, but for a moment he contemplated why he was to deal with such... Meagre forces.

Alas, thinking was left for later, he knew.

Instead, Ausarius now reached into the Warp and grasped at the raw power in the Empyrean, feeling how it filled his core with pure emotion and eldritch energies, far beyond the comprehension of any normal man. He felt it surge through his muscles and into his very mind - an uncomfortable sensation washing over him once more.

Soon afterwards he focused these energies back into his form, feeling how they briefly lit his very nerves aflame with raw power. It did not hurt, but it was not distinctly pleasurable; but it was the only manner to describe it was that it felt like power; it could only be described as a sensation unto itself, now pushing its war through his heart and towards his very outstretched hands.

Ausarius' focus now was in harnessing this power; he'd seen many times amongst his brethren how the dreaded Flesh-change occured amongst the usage of psychic powers, and he knew the risk of keeping such raw devastation kept unchanged within for too long. And so, he did his level best to harness it, now strengthening his muscles, feeling how in this moment they hardened and bulged under the power armour, become as tough as Iron. He knew that he could crush his foes with ease in this state, and such confidence was what drove him in fights. All he had to do was make sure it stayed this way and didn't drain away.

Better than running and leaving others to do the heavy lifting. He oh desperately missed the rush of adrenaline through his old, Prosperan blood.

Brothers, watch me this day and laugh in envy.

His free hand rose up towards his foes now, the remaining energy arcing between his fingertips, violet and cyan bolts of energy crackling angrily with the hateful power of a sun behind it, his aim directed towards these despicable foes. He then imagined how his unbridled power would launch forth, searing through the fur and bones of the scum, how it would cook their very flesh and brains to a stinking mess.
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OOC: casting Iron Arm; casting Smite on the Rat Horde.