<Guns of annoyance, second volley.> "Do you just hang out down here, all alone?" Kombuse asked, not really thinking if the giant was listening or not. "You don't even have other techpriests down here to help?" He noted as he looked around the empty place, the only sounds was him talking and Bo'kar working on the massive Thunderhawk, something he's seen before but in a lighter blue with a huge U on it that was shot down. "Not even an apprentice.....so what you just going to fix this whole ship by yourself? And you want to call me stupid?" Kombuse asked the Iron warrior, trying to figure out his line of reasoning.
Spoiler Chapel @WanderingJester Xaviera's eyes widened underneath her enclosed helmet as the Word Bearer gave his first command --- a command with all the terrible implication and great promise she had come to accept from her Legion masters --- and her heart leapt in her chest. She swallowed weakly, but her voice was clear and firm when she gave her answer; "Yes, lord --- I will not fail in this task!" she vowed, then cast her eyes aside to the Wolf of Horus. He dismissed his minions, then took the word. The priestess found herself intrigued with his proclaimed desire to come to true faith, but for now there was a greater bearer of the Word than she present. She conducted herself in silence, and bowed for the Word Bearer upon the conclusion of the aspiring champion's little speech. It was too cumbersome to curtsy in her new suit of armor, she had found. "I shall attend to your task immediately, Dark Apostle," she murmured quietly, then addressed the Wolf of Horus; "And I hope the Gods look favorably upon yours," she added cordially. "My lords," she concluded, and withdrew from the conversation and the chapel to mull over her mission. Navigator's Quarters @Colapse Outside the Navigator's quarters, Xaviera hesitated. Not because she doubted her cause, or her mission, or her skills, but because something inside of her informed her that her new suit of armor was imposing and might not be received well by the Navigator. At least not its hellish skull mask. Yet removing her helm, for the time being, would mean exposing her injuries, her raw hide, the bandages covering her. The decision was reached bitterly. Carefully, she removed her helm and lowered it to the crook of her arm, baring her bandaged face, in which only her purple eyes were clearly visible between the wound dressings, and then she knocked.
Upon returning Gorzkha had brought parts of the dead defenders with him, his hunger for flesh far from sated, and though the new influx of human crew would mean that manflesh was never too far away, he was sure the lords of the ship would frown upon wanton slaughter, atleast until they had more humans. After having rested and having his wounds looked upon by the bray shaman, who chanted blessing and used strange concoctions on his wounds and then he rested. Upon awakening Gorzkha issued a first command over his people, that now was a time of expansion, with the new influx of slave workers, the beastmen would also need to swell in numbers, to make sure that the humans knew their place here, beneath the cloven feet of the beastmen, and that the herdstone should be bedecked with new icons of chaos. Seing a bestigor of his retinue sporting a giant chainsword, Gorzkha had quickly pounced and beaten him almost senseless before taking the weapon for himself, the chain sword was massive, as he lifted it, though he could do that with one hand, he could feel that even with his great strength he would need to hands to wield it properly, though that was no matter, the weapon was now his. Threatening the bestigor with taking his horns he demanded to know where he had gotten it from, and thus learned that it had been nothing short of Ungors who had brought it back, after they had been within previously closed and dark parts of the ship, hearing this Gorzkha made a quick decision, commanding a small retenue of beastmen to follow him he decided to himself venture into some of the new opening parts of the ship, and maybe beyond, the ship was gigantic, most beastmen couldn't fathom its size, surely other hidden treasures might be in here.
<Viator's quarters, observation deck> @Jorimel Viator was indeed not a hard man to find. His "quarters" was actually a series of chambers on the observation deck linked together and their walls brought down. Contrary to the ship in general, this area was well lit, with lots of lights and candles spreading throughout the place. Quarters itself looked like a court of some ancient Terran sultan, with many beds and sofas covered in silken sheets, tapestries painted in myriad of shades of purple and gold, multiple great mirrors both on walls and on ceiling above used to glorify the perfection which was the Scion of Slaanesh. There were bottles of liquor, some spilled and some yet to be opened, lying across couple of great tables and mixed with books of all things. Multitude of books, scrolls, writings of all kinds could be seen in this place, all either carefully stacked on the said tables or placed on the shelves with great precision. Everything here was in perfect match, perfect order even. It was clean, it smelled nice, it was as if this place was located in entirely different universe and not in the upper decks of the ship like "Nightfall". Satharn would spot Viator sitting in a lavishly decorated chair couple of steps away from a giant bathtub. He was naked above his waist while below he had a beautiful set of silver trousers, made out of some sort of fluid material. When the Night Lord entered he was busying himself with polishing his not-really-needed-to-be-polished thin sword, apparently wanting to go past the eye-hurting sheen and achieve whatever level of shining there was past it. Like any Astartes, his physique was powerful but you could even say he was "lean", pale body covered in whip-cord muscles that was almost thin for Marine standards. What was also interesting is that he had no scars on his form, nothing that would ruin the perfect symmetry. "Greetings noble son of Nostramo, welcome to my home," Viator exclaimed when he saw Satharn entering and what was also perhaps a bit interesting for the Night Lord is that Viator was alone here, there was no entourage of slaves or servants that was so common with the champions of the Dark Prince. There was only him and his reflections in the mirrors. "Robes you say? We'll I'm sure we can make something for him. To be honest, when I arrived here I brought my things with me since I anticipated in what kind of a mess this place would be, no offense, so I came here prepared. I haven't found any of the Primarch's clothing that was up with the standards, most of it was just rugged mess of stinky rags. But I guess we could take some of my materials and create something. Tell me Satharn, do you know how to sew?"
<Chapel - Valu action> @Uriel1339 "Colors? That is the only thing you know of? Colors?" Quor Gallek growled and smashed Valu across his head, drawing blood and forcing him to get even lower on the ground in almost flat position. "You come to me, warrior priest of the Chaos Undivided and you talk about the Gods as if they were some childish thing to be toyed with?" Turning around, he went over to his altar and picked up a bowl with brown fluid in it. He then went back and placed it in front Valu. "You wanted to learn the Truth? Drink." He framed it like there was no alternative. <Admiral's quarters> @Uriel1339 Valu wearing his disguise passed the "security" easily, the bridge officers and couple of ex-storm troopers that guarded the Admiral and which were now core of her retinue let him pass for they knew him. He was after all, their coms officer. Lacrymole found Admiral Augustine sitting behind a desk, filing up some papers and overall looking quite busy. "Mister Lopez, how kind of you to finally join us. I thought you got drunk and didn't catch the the ride here. Anyway...so what? Good work on your mission and info gathering but so what? I never thought I was so important to them in the first place and to be honest, the only future we all had in that prison was to die, and not in a pretty way. Now, we are out and we are about to be given command of a vessel from the early days of Imperium, the blond-haired Astartes gave me a series of manifests describing this ship and its class. It's a dream come true Lopez and if they really want to replace us, I'll just drive the ship in the nearest star so we can all go to hell together." <Navigator's room> @Kalle Part of the chamber block where the Admiral's crew was located was given over to Mistress Delilah. She had her own private roomthat was however guarded by two crewmen, but they let Xaviera go without issues for they knew who were the masters of the ship. "Come in," Xaviera would hear Navigator's voice and enter the small room, quite spartan in its accomodation with only a bed, two chairs and a desk in it. "Uh, what happened to you?" It was the first thing Navigator said when she saw the psyker, rushing out towards her as if to somehow help her. "Does it hurt much?"
Spoiler Navigator's Quarters The Navigator's reaction made Xaviera wonder if it had been better to approach masked, but on second thought, the Navigator had not seen her since the prison, and back then she was in a quite sorry shape. The strange armor might have put her off. All the same, this... sudden concern... was welcomed. Surprised, but welcomed. Xaviera felt a twinge of anticipation in her gut as she allowed herself a weak smile in answer to the Navigator's mothering. She raised her hand, and... somehow, she elected to not suppress the instinctive wince that came with her movement. She held out her palm to the Navigator, stopping her in her step assuringly. "Do not worry, Lady Delilah, I have already seen the Apothecary. This is all he can do for me at present," she said calmly and soothingly. She gestured towards the chairs. "May I sit? I wanted to... see how you were doing. You were the prisoner, not I," she pointed out. Her purple eyes studied the Navigator's. She knew that somewhere, concealed, was the Warp Eye of the Navigator. A blessing of the Warp, the leading star with which fleets were led safely through the Sea of Souls.
Offerings and RewardsOrghast lead the captive along quietly. An armored hand fitted around the prisoner's hand with a tenderness completely at odds with the giant's stature. Death Guard's quarters were humble and spartan: consisting of little more than a bunk, devotional corner, and what few personal effects he had. Among them was a chainsword pilfered from the armory. Visibly it was little more than a rusted length of metal with uneven teeth and a jammed rotary chain. If it even had an engine was left to mystery. "Carry this." Young man shuddered underneath weight of the weapon but dare not say a word. Orghast set a hand upon former prisoner's back and began guiding him towards one of the darker recesses of the Nightfall. In an empty room plagued with overturned furniture and cobwebs they met with Ukris and the Sentinel possessed by a being that had desired it be called Blitharn. A strange name perhaps, but Orghast was never one to question the motives or minds of Nurgle's children, not without due cause anyways. Human servant shuddered again, this time at the daemon engine crouched at the center of the chamber, tongue lulling out through the bottom of the pilot's pit. Sentinel windows offered only a view of an aquarium populated by filth and floating scraps of meat: Blith had already been fed once today. "Another offering. Strong and healthy, ripe for infection honored one." Astartes dipped his head respectfully and set the man forward, superior strength turning whatever resistance the now terrified sacrifice offered into an easily ignored, and indeed perhaps entirely missed, matter. There was a wet slap as tongue stole living morsel from the world. Crunching and snaps followed as rotting fangs hidden within the depths of the machine chewed its food. A Seconds passed as Ukris and Orghast looked on, admiring the sight as they had the others and countless other rituals over the years. At long last Blitharn shuddered and spat up chainsword. Plague Marine picked it up and closed his fingers around the engine trigger. Teeth spun up as if weapon were fresh off the forge, something entirely organic growled inside the casing and Orghast chuckled as he noted the fine sheen of infectious plague coating each blade after the first successful rotation. "Grandfather is a kind and loving god, let none say otherwise; and let the mercy of death come to those that insist on denying such anyways." With a smile the son of Mortarion marched off to answer Viator's summons. SummonsOrghast entered with a bow, toxic blade crossed over his heart. His eyes drift over those gathered and the Beastmen. Perhaps he might speak with their Herd Lord and look into doing some recruiting. Power axe might make a tempting offering for one of the creatures after all.... "Pardon my tardiness. What is required of me?"
@DeranVendar As the Nurglite came to the summons, he was given a respectful bow of the sorcerer's helm; no words were spoken just yet, unless Orghast may wish to add conversation. Simply a respectful acknowledgement and greeting!
@Vlayden Orghast returns it to the Prosperan but offers nothing. No scowl or frown manifests, an easy going smile of one all too content with grand order of things is all that persists despite the inward weariness that comes with being around a Sorcerer who is more than likely to be in service to the Changer of Fate.
Valu - Intermission; The Admiral's Circle "I concur, I concur, full-heartedly ma'am." He smiled warmly, having earlier chuckled at her joke regards him getting drunk. "It's just that if the rumors are true of the things traversing this vessel and the group that we encountered being as powerful as our hosts want us to believe... Well, who is to tell they won't stop us from it, or that they might not be insane enough to simply blow up their own enginarium? This vessel already is a wreckage. And this group does not seem to be exactly caring about their things, unlike yourself. Their equipment is mostly salvaged and barely holding together. This very ship is having only patchworks done, it's a surprise to me that there are no holes in the hull. And not to forget they barely have food and water. What I'm trying to say, ma'am. With all due respect, but if shit hits the fan - we might be able to convince their lesser followers to rise against them and with us. You are a very charismatic and direct leader, if you show your face around and show the same care to their insane-ridden folk that you show to us... Then we might actually get a proper crew. Then again, I doubt they would easily turn their back to the promised gifts of their so-called ruinous powers." He sighed heavily and shrugged. "In other words, I'm not sure what we actually can do, but that I hope you have a plan as you always have, once the weapons turn against us once more." Valu - Intermission; Whispers of the Warp [sometimes after @Kalle & @WanderingJester spoke to Quor] Valu did not even dare show any sign of resistance. He came here for exactly this. To be shown the right path, the proper path to damnation. To understand the greater powers than himself, the powers that he was promised will bring down the Imperium one day. The powers that Abaddon said he had channeled and summoned to slay the exterminators of his species once and for all. It was long ago that he accepted that he was not going to be a champion of any of the dark gods, but it didn't stop him from helping those who would be. People like Phocron. People like Quor Gallek. People like Viator. Monsters like the Night Haunter. He whimpered from the pain inflicted upon him. Yet the alien couldn't help but smile as the liquids were presented before him. "T-thank you... Milord..." He groaned due to the pain as he put his hands around the bowl, sinking his face into the bowl to drink the liquid. Valu - Intermission; Story of the Wych As Valu paced around the ship, incapable of sleep after the revelation of how his first form came to be, it took not long until he eventually was encountered by the Wych while in the observatory, all by himself, only the warp surrounding them. She chuckled at the patheticness of Valu, he could tell from the way she sounded and how she walked in a circle around him. Like a shark in the wide ocean around his prey. "What are you laughing about...?" He demanded to know, turning his hands into fists. "The fact you faced daemons after being a child and you have forgotten all about it... It's almost like your true identity always knew they were there and just kept you safe... Tell me. Do you remember how you left the pirates and infiltrated the Wyches? The Cult of Wrath, under the Kabal of the Primordial Murder?" She stopped and pointed her blade towards him. Valu looked down on the floor, then up to the ceiling, eventually out in the warp as memories flooded him once more, overwhelming him like a massive tidal wave. He woke up, his bunkmate shaking him awake, drawing an awkward glowing blade in a deep green. "We move, now." He commanded, only his awkward mask staring back at him. Valu never asked him about it, just assuming he was the most hideous guy on the whole vessel. Valu grabbed his Las Rifle and followed the man. The moment they stepped out of their quarters they were caught up in a crazy fight. The whole ship was covered in red, sirens and intercoms blurting various litanies and orders. It was all a flood and hazy, but Valu simply focused on his work-partner and remained as close as he could. They just hurried through the whole vessel as beasts from a different dimensions tore all their comrades apart, devoured them whole or set them ablaze with flying fireballs. The Lacrymole had no time to observe anything as the human before him moved with agility and mobility beyond his own. He started to fall behind but always remained in eyesight. After running what felt through half the ship, the human was finally forced to fight and drew his blade, simply cutting through a trio of red infernal swordsbeasts with ease. They did not bleed or fall to die, instead they just... Disappeared. "Come on, Valu! I have friends getting us off of this deathtrap!" He yelled over, awkwardly in a cheerful voice, unfazed by the monsters that sent nothing but fear into the heart of Valu. He followed however still, and soon they got into a small hangar where an alien vessel had landed, a group of vicious females fighting for survival against the very same beasts that flooded the rest of the battle cruiser class ship. It was there for the first time that Valu witnessed Loki discard his mask, tossing it towards one of the female aliens who caught it for him. "Come on Valu. Join me, and my Kabal of the Primordial Murder, slayers of daemons!" He said with a smirk across his pale alien face, simply charging into the closest foe, slicing through them with his odd blade. Not knowing what else to do, and fearing that denying the offer might be his death, he followed Loki onto the vessel, the half-naked women just grinning down on the Lacrymole who still pretended to be a human. The last pair of orbs he met on the ramp snapped him out of the memory and he found himself looking in the same eyes, but back on board the Nightfall. "It is almost like the wretched beasts of the warp follow you wherever you go. At least if one would be egotistic enough to believe that a life like yours would matter to powers a million times greater and more significant than you." The wych chuckled, letting the flat side of the blade caress the cheek of Valu.
