<Black site complex> @Uriel1339 @BuriasDempsey

Looking at the marine's eyes was like looking into the pits of hell itself. There was strange fire in them, the strength of his conviction almost a palpable thing. The Warp had a way of twisting its inhabitants, marking their flesh with every secret and every strength that lied deep in their souls. This warrior on the other hand looked like he could do that to you.

"Little girl did most of the job, I have led her here while you did the physical work," the tattooed warrior priest replied to Kombuse, sounding almost amused by his theatrics. "It takes will to look upon me and not feel anything but dread, greater things than you have fallen in despair after facing me in person. But you are touched by the Blood God, perhaps he has something in store for you before the end. However now, you shall continue with the same service you provided before. Carry the Navigator," he said and unceremoniously dropped Kombuse on the ground, letting him go for the girl before turning towards the speaker.

"I know why you are here, we all do the will of the Dark Gods," Valu would look at the marine and it would almost feel as his gaze went through the camera and bearing straight into the alien, surely an impossible feat. "Lead me out of this place and you will be rewarded in kind. We of the Word never forget those who have done us right, nor those who have done us wrong."

OOC Feel free to emote Valu leading you out of the prison, @Uriel1339 can write the trek if he wishes. You are to link up with the guys outside and complete the mission.

Asteroid Prison

It was as though time moved in enormously slow motion as psychically-fueled adrenaline pumped through every vein in Xaviera's body, where she laid prone on the ground, cloudy purple eyes turned upwards towards the advancing pink horror, when suddenly the daemon was shredded by the Night Lords' mighty glaive. She sank together in relief, all air going out of her, before she slowly drew a ragged breath and pulled her punished body to its feet. She looked down at her palms, practically flayed from the abuse. Her skin looked as though it had boiled one moment, then stiffened again. All she felt in her body was a dull throb at the end of her mind, momentarily numbed by the mingling adrenaline and the residual Warp power. The only pain she felt was a stinging in her eyes as she took in how wretched her form had become. But her attention was torn from lamenting her appearance and her wounds by something entirely different overwhelming her attention.

She shambled towards the doors of the prison, torn open before them, and peered into its darkness. "Our prize is here," she spoke in a shaky voice, nearly breathless.

"... More than we dreamed of."

The face of defiance and a ready to fight attitude was replaced by the look of confusion before he felt his ass impact the cold metal floor. If Kombuse was expecting anything from the giant, it surely wasn't the words and not being backhanded across the hall. Especially about Khrone, for all he knew the axefather had left him to rot in this place instead of letting him die with his Pact brethren. Shaking the thought off, the trooper picked himself up and went over to the navigator now, checking her over to be sure she didn't get anything worse than some bad bruising from being knocked out against the prison wall before lifting her up like a sleeping child and waiting for the speaker and Astartes to lead the way this time. "....So, I'm Kombuse." He said, giving his name now since they're more or less working together now.

For Corbulus, his mind raced a mile a minute while time seemingly stopped outside. He watched as a wall of las fire poured in against him, blasting apart what remained of his armor, searing flesh and organs underneath, melting teeth and part of his jaw in his skull. The Alpha Wolf had offered these curs mercy, and they dare toss it back in his face? He felt his anger boiling, a hatred that thus far had been suppressed in the name of a command, in the hopes of rebuilding the Wolves of Horus through conversion and subjugation. Now, even as Corbulus rushed forward and his chainaxe bit into one of the veterans attempting to retreat after their successful attack, his mind saw only the encroaching desire to rend all in sight piece to piece.

Corbulus had already seen the red creeping in through the edge of his vision, and now he relinquished all control into the bloodlust that had been building up inside of him. This gift, no doubt from Khorne, swarmed into his sight, and had anyone saw his eyes in that moment, they would've looked upon orbs of white. The Alpha Wolf, should he survive, would have no recollection of the next few moments later in time, only regaining control of his body after the carnage had ended. Looking down at the stump where his hand had been removed earlier by an attack, he took his chainaxe and drove the handle straight through the arm, and the flesh, as though manipulated by some force, wrapped itself around it. The chainaxe, as though anticipating the slaughter ahead, continued to rev through even without a grip on its controls, now much more gruesomely attached to the astartes.

The pain never registered with Corbulus, as neither did the las charges impacting his armor. In fact, in this state, he acknowledged very little of his surroundings, outside of those that still lived and he intended on sending them to the Skull Throne. His working hand free now, the Alpha Wolf moved with a speed that should not be possible for someone with his wounds, even for an astartes. Snatching up the leg of one of the veterans, he proceeded to lift the man up, before smashing him down onto another comrade, over and over and over again. The two had been killed within the first few impact, but Corbulus continued to smash them together until their bodies turned into unrecognizable pulps of gore and armor. He roared an indescribable battlecry, something that neither resembled his voice nor his personality. Even as another foolish PDF veteran rushed forward with a bayonet, the chainaxe, tightly attached to his arm now, came around, tearing into the mortal with a ferocity not seen that day so far.


OOC: Alright Imperials let's do this: All out attack on the PDF! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! MILK FOR MEH KHORNE FLAKES! LEEEERRRROOOOYYYY JENKINS!

"No. No...you shall meet His axe." Orghast's eyes had flown open wide with excitement, knife raised to his lips for a kiss with one hand while other pried the Warden's axe from his ruined pauldron. Weapon was little more than a masterfully made throwing hatchet compared to his size, but it would suit well as a token of favor or bargaining chip later down the line; of that he was sure. The small token of Nurgle's favor left him exultant and Orghast intended to thank his patron the only way he knew how.

"Rejoice for Nurgle looks upon us both." Death Guard dove down upon the man, knife drawn back to hack through his armor and begin carving the looping three symbols of the Plague God upon Warden's chest. A heavy knee would slam down, looking to plant it firmly through shield arm and crush it. "You will serve in death, one way or another. Venerate him as we all shall one day, and maybe a little more if your husk has the energy left to rise."

OOC: All Out Attack on Warden, looking to make a proper sacrifice of him.

With a savage grin, Erelak closed in on his target for the final time. Turning his chainsword so it pointed downwards, he placed it on the chest of the enginseer. "I'd wait to hear you beg, but I have other dogs to treat to a death." Holding the enginseer down with his foot, he began to push down on the chainsword, slowly letting it slice through the enginseer's chest. Hearing it cutting through the metal that now made up its body pleased him. Once he was satisfied with this, he pulled the chainsword out from the barely alive . "Where is your god now, metal man?!" With that, he swung the chainsword through the enginseer's neck, removing its head and ending its life.


With that, Erelak nodded at the ally he had aided, before once again igniting his jump pack and launching off. Finding a place to observe the field, to see about his next target. Seeing only PDF soldiers remaining, he decided to take a few shots with his bolt pistol. Using his jump pack, he jumped into range, before pulling the pistol from his side. He aimed at the furthest soldier back, away from another of his allies, and pulled the trigger.


OOC: All out attack with bolt pistol on pdf

Fera Hefted up her bolter the guards throwing there loyalty down and firing at the pink horror and... pathetically missing before one of them was incinerate there death yell ringing through the room as the went down. Making Fera change aim and get up as she began targeting the minion of tzeetchian before firing her bolts flying forward as she began moving forward, Her aim directly on the daemon, Only grunts of pain came out of Feras mind as she felt the daemons presence began trying to burn into her mind as it was blasted away the horror trying to let out a ball of fire before a bolter shell severed its arm clean off and began letting its own blood pour forth, the horror began being thrown back as its strength was lost before eventually being pummeled into the ruins of the bunker and vanishing in pink and blue flames. Letting out a snort she looked to he guard.

"Seems you made the right choice in joining us, Come on we have a objective complete. grab ammo from your dead colleagues and armor for repairs for at the forge." Fera said looking to the guards taking note of there faces helmets or name tags to later address them as. "Baker, what is the chances of any more of your buddies being in there?" Fera asked before looking to Ausarius. @Vlayden "You taking point Ausarius? or should the rest of us and have Satharn scout ahead with us?" Fera asked as she began moving towards the entrance her heavy bolter and head turning as she scanned the entrance for anymore guards coming there way seems the plan was working.

Looking taking in a head count Fera noticed they were missing someone. Putting a hand to her helmet she decided to see if she could reach there medic. @Uriel1339 "Valu you out hear still or did you manage to get inside?" Fera asked trying to confirm if he was alive or not.

The Horror soon felt one of its limbs torn off and used to beat the daemon down into the ground, the force spear flashing briefly as it was impaled - a brief stiffened boy, before it fell limp.

A brief 'thunderclap' as he threw the corpse into the wall where he'd landed and then bringing his staff back upon the ground - a long, deep breath coming through. More & more chuckles came from him now as he looked at the others, casually flexing one arm as though to test his limb.

His laughter finally did stop for a moment as he reached up to grasp at his helm and give off an absolutely content sigh.

"...Ahh - I hadn't felt that amount of a rush in three millennia." He commented now, giving off another brief laugh before swinging his weapon again at where the Horror was, a slight 'whistle' coming through from where his blade had sliced.

At Fera's words however he did give a nod, still sounding like had the most childish grin upon his face. "Oh, yes yes - I'll stay on point. Satharn, if you may; stay with me on that front. Let's keep the small ones from getting holes in them again." He said - remaining fairly polite and jovial now as he walked on forward. The pain from his arm didn't matter much, even as it was fading fairly rapidly. His Larraman cells were fortunately still quite active, and he felt them scab over and partly heal the injuries taken in this last bout.

At the loss of his robes of course, he did little more than sigh - now instead deciding to walk over and - after taking them off - set it on top of Xaviera. She would have more use out of them! Of course, the scarf-like ornaments that came from either side of his breastplate would remain, but she would be allowed to keep it for now.

And so, he continued on - now looking to see where they would be left at, and what directions they could take - or should.

<Asteroid prison – Rock Bottom prison complex | Command Room | Secret Mission>
@Jorimel @Vulpas @Colapse @Kalle @Skarboy @Vlayden

Valu's heart stopped for a moment when he looked into the gaze of the apostle staring right into the camera. It was the same darkness that he was offered when attempting to retrieve an Astartes sample. The pictures of the eyeless corpses flashing into his memory and making him breathe fast, hyperventilating as cold sweat drops formed on his head and armpits. How the black goo wrapped around him, almost suffocating him. He could feel it's darkness and beyond - death in it's purest form, caressing his cheek and sucking his very life force out of him as breathing got harder and harder. Then a familiar crackle in his ear snapped him out of the trance, or dreamless nightmare rather.

Valu paced as he heard Fera. Would he establish contact with them? If so, what would he say? "What do you think?" He asked the Imperial Pirate who just shrugged.

"They are your chaotic buddies, you tell me. But from my point of view, you got a job to get done. And this guy looks grumpy. Better focus on one thing at a time and figure the other stuff out later." The Pirate walked over to guard the door, making sure it was still locked.

The Wych b now ran out of organs to take out of the dead officer, covered in blood from head to toe. She respected the proper burial of the other guard though and just went on to draw Eldarine symbols across the walls with a looted knife not to ruin her own proper blade. It made a delightful metal-screeching sound that would drive pain - and pleasure - into Valu's head.

So he decided to ignore Fera and just act as if he never received the vox message.

<Asteroid prison – Rock Bottom prison complex | Command Room | Secret Mission | Guiding>
@Colapse | @BuriasDempsey

Valu then turned back to the speaker, always using the local one in which the three individuals were in, guiding them from room to room. The first two rooms were clear, but then Valu warned the unarmed Dark Apostle and his mortal companions about a patrol of guards, apparently rushing towards them, having finally received news of a sighted plaguebearer.

Thanks to the warning the Dark Apostle just grinned, ordering Kombuse to hide with the navigator in a corner, while he stood before the locked door. Good thing the guards were coming anyway to lift the security. The moment the door opened, time seemed to slow down for the god amongst men, for the lord of daemons, the bearer of words and apostle of destruction. Before the guards even could raise their rifles, a hand grabbed the helmet and head, crushing it into oblivion. He tossed the corpse aside and made a step forward, bringing both his hands folded together down upon the next, making him land face-flat with a crushed helmet on the floor. He stomped on his back, half-way crushing through the armored guard. The third finally managed to raise his rifle, but the Astartes simply stepped aside when the trigger was pulled, casually avoiding the shot before grabbing the las weapon by the barrell, immune to the heat and simply pushing it forward, making he butt of the gun cause the mortal to gasp as all air left his lungs. Then he tossed the gun away before placing one hand on the back of the mans head, pulling him down while bringing his knee up, breaking the nose and actually pushing it even inward. The fourth and last guard was so frightened from the display that in order to kill him, all the Apostle had to do was glare at him. As the human got a glimpse of the darkness that a preacher of the dark gods had in the form of an eternal abyss in his eye sockets, it was like something died within him. It was hope. He knew there was no way he was going to survive this encounter. Yet, there was something gained with that knowledge. And the Apostle saw it as he grinned, stepping forward and extending his hand towards the pathetic human being.

"I see you accepted your weakness. You recognize that you will die were you to fight me. But what if I told you that the dark gods could ascend you to such power as myself? That you could bring despair unto your enemy with a mere glare. But more importantly. What if I told you, that one day, if you serve well, you might be chosen to not just become as strong as me, but more powerful. That you one day will look back onto this day and realize you can bring me down to my knees?" The apostle fed the youngling, compared to an Astartes of his calibre anyway, the lies of Tzeentch, yet seasoned with the hope of extended life that Nurgle offered. For both gods were present - he could feel their ebbing and flowing powers, fighting for dominance and yet creating a harmony that only the most wicked beings would realize there was.

Valu after watching the fight end within five seconds since the first blow, noticed movement just outside of the angle of the cameras that he observed. Although he could see the shadows move, he didn't know what or who it was. "Lord Astartes, something is conveying on your position. I cannot see what it is, but it comes from... Well... Everywhere!" There was a bit of fear in his voice, though it could be from both the wrath of the Apostle for not having any support, or the potential failure of the task he was trusted with.

The mortal, oblivious to the voice of the speakers, was conflicted but extended his hand towards the Apostle, wanting to embrace it, just then there was a rumble above them coming from the ceiling accompanied with all sort of noises. The Apostle eyed it with interest, just about to hold the hand of the mortal to pull him up. Alas, just then the ceiling gave in and a massive slab of rockcrete slammed into the kneeling figure, smashing his head and torso, leaving the apostle with a hand of a human. "Seems like the dark gods have a cruel humor." He chuckled at the unfortunate death of a pathetic loyalist, but with interest he looked upward, being glared at from a hundred pair of eyes glowing bright red in the dark. Whatever the voice from the speakers talked about, there was no running away from these creatures.

He eyed them with curiosity, as they parted in columns, as a lord would walk amongst them, and soon enough a massive figure jumped down, towering even the dark apostle as it stood on it's two giant legs. It was hairy, had a long tail, red-orange eyes, razor sharp teeth, long ears and something that looked awfully familiar to the Apostle embedded straight into the forehead of the beast.

"A Warpstone. So you have the blessing of the dark gods, yet a beast like you would never understand it's true potential. Yet it has led you to me. I wonder, is it to illuminate you to the primordial truth, such that a beast like you even might be useful to us. Or if it is a gift to me, to empower me to my original strength, or as a gift to my new host?" The Apostle mused, flexing his muscles as he readied for a fight, both giants circling one another.

The giant rat king only hissed at him, showing him no fear. The warpstone intensified in it's glow, giving away the usage of it's powers to the experienced Word Bearer. He grinned and spoke words of unholiness, the stone quickly fading into a pale, neutral green, confusing the king of rats who clawed at the gem trying to reactivate it.

"I met a man once who was like you. Relying on the warp, the power of the dark gods. But if you are nothing without it, you do not deserve it to the least. Just like an Astartes without his power armor who is nothing, does not deserve it nor the black carapace. Do you know who and what I am? I am an unarmed men who could kill a company with his bare hands. I am a survivor of the Horus Heresy and a son of Lorgar, the Urizen, the Minister of Chaos Absolute. And as he, I am an apostle of Chaos Undivided, illuminator of the path to the Primordial Truth. An angel of blood and death. A scholar of truth and lies. An omen of decay. The conductor of the cacophonies of pleasure and pain. I am Quor Gallek, a Word Bearer!" He roared, but was met with ignorance from the imbecile of a rat king mutant which just roared back at him.

Then both rushed into one another. Quor leaping off into the air to smash his fist straight into the warpstone. But the rat was faster, grabbing the Astartes as he flew, using his own momentum to toss him in a nearby plasteel wall, causing it to dent and the Astartes to have to dislodge himself out. Without much ado, he charged again. This time he went in the last moment down, evading a a grappling move from the beast, only to bring his fist up in an uppercut against the chin of the beast. He quickly followed with a sideway kick into the abdomen, but the rat held and scratched into the leg, bringing its rotten teeth down towards Quor, who punched multiple times over and over into the head, seeing it is futile, he jumped up to bring his knee into his face, breaking several teeth.

The beast squealed and staggered back. Finding himself stumbling slightly over a las rifle on the floor, it grabbed it with it's tail and brought it up to its hands, blasting several salvos into the superhuman. This time ther was no escaping the shots, but he grabbed a corpse and held it in front of him as a meatshield, roaring while charging the beast. The Las Rifle eventually clicked empty and the rat looked confused at it, the Apostle using the moment to slam the human like a club across the beasts neck, making it stumble sideways. Multiple bones broke in the corpse, but the Word Bearer could care less as he grabbed him now by the legs and smashed him again into the lurching rat king. Then again, and again. With each slam more of the human would break, until the head would eventually fall off. At that point, he discarded the corpse, randomly throwing it away. Followed by a jump on the back of the hairy beast, he put one arm around the neck in a choke hold, while the other arm went around the head and started to pull on the warpstone.

"Out! With! You!" He roared, tugging on it. The rat squirmed and whined, clawing the man all over, causing his blood to freely flow. The Astartes had worse struggles and channeled the pain into strength. With one last mighty pull, the warpstone dislodged and he jumped off, using his feet against the back to push the rat into the nearest wall.

Quor Gallek breathed heavier and grinned in satisfaction, holding his trophy, holding it forward towards the rat king. "Witness, the true power of Chaos, and that allegiances are fluid. You should have joined us, but sadly you were born without a brain." The Apostle chuckled as the stone flickered with life, glowing in greens and blue that started to mix in a vortex. The hundreds of rats started to flood out of the ceiling, rushing towards the rat king and started to eat away at him.

"You see? The warpstone feeds off the present warp forces. And it seems there is a rift which allowed to pass both Tzeentch and Nurgle into realspace. Through this stone I manifest the power of mind control gifted by Tzeentch, while allowing Nurgles rot to spread a thousand diseases with each rat bite. Those who believe there is only one god, only one right choice, must be enlightened." Quor turned his back as the rats only stopped once the king had been devoured in entirety, leaving only his bones behind. The Word Bearer expected Kombuse, still carrying the Navigator, to follow.

And from thereon he would not fight himself but let the rats do the fighting for him, devouring every mortal in their path, while the daemons they encountered would simply back off - feeling the power coursing through the stone and Quor. Of course as long as Kombuse would stay close, he would remain safe.

Eventually Valu had led them through the complex to the exit, where they would find a group of Astartes belonging to traitor forces accompanied by mortals who aided them. Quor simply smiled as he thought to himself 'just as planned'.

<Lower prison complex - Introductions> @Uriel1339 @BuriasDempsey @Jorimel @Vlayden @Vulpas @Kalle @Skarboy

Secret prison burned. Throughout the corridors the worst convicts, after overcoming the initial surprise of the their cells suddenly opening, charged out and exacted their revenge on the guards. Guards on the other hand, had mixed feelings. Those who knew the nature of the secret complex and who were its builders fought to the bitter end, preferring simple death rather than the alternative, while others, those who were stuck here to do the bidding of the Warden in hopes of receiving a promotion in their careers that would lead them out of this hellhole and possibly into the upper prison complex, tried to surrender and reason with the inmates. They all died in the end. Servants of the Grandfather and the Lord of Sorcery battled for the supremacy amidst the ashes, picking up straying souls and feasting upon them for their own amusement.

Plan was complex, had various variables in play, but in the end it was successful. Phocron and his men did their task admirably and after all, nobody could probably do it better than the sons of Alpharius. Quor Gallek was aware of some parts of it but not entirely, so he too was surprised when he walked outside, seeing the group of warriors in the aftermath of their fight, which in the end was nothing more than a diversionary attack really but that knowledge was safely guarded by Valu and the rest of the Serpents.

"Fellow travelers on the path of true devotion, I greet you," the Dark Apostle spoke, his tones low and powerful, the tattoos, no, the holy script on his naked flesh burned with malefic energies. Kombuse was next to him, the girl conscious again but after seeing where she ended up, she kept her mouth shut and looked at the Pact trooper almost angrily, throwing him that "This is all your fault" look.

"I walk once again, free of the feeble chains with which the servants of the false messiah tried to control me. Tell me, where is Viator? We have much to discuss."