<Bridge business> @DeranVendar @Vlayden @BuriasDempsey @Vulpas @Taec

"Splendid, splendid! Ah, here's the one that we've been missing," Viator clapped his hands as Erelak also showed up at the scene, the Raptor being as mysterious as always, having his new power sword locked on his hip. "Alright then, I planned on this being a big boys task but since two of you were curious and stumbled upon my perfect plan, you'll be coming with us," he told to both Fera and Kombuse before turning around and heading for the great double doors. Beastmen guards moved aside to let the group pass and after imputing couple of numbers in the console, the doors hissed and opened, letting them enter the Bridge at last.

First thing that hit their senses was smell of stale air and familiar stench of corruption. What little light there was came from couple of broken window shutters that allowed purplish lighting to push in and reveal what was inside and what was inside was horrifying. Organic growths of some kind covered most of the Bridge, every console was connected via network of outstretched pale blue limbs that pulsed with warp energy. Entire place looked like insides of some huge beast and they were currently looking at intimate workings of its organs.

"Who goes there? Vibius, is that you?" came the voice of something sitting on the command throne directly across the entrance. After a closer look they could see that all the seething mass of flesh was linked together and it all came back to the figure sitting on the throne.

"No Shipmaster, your eyes deceive you. It is I, Emperor of Mankind!" Viator cheerfully exclaimed and pulled out his sword, before turning around to address his group. "Meet Torun Keshr, old lord of the "Nightfall" who didn't want to abandon his ship, not even in death. And of course, up until now, our captain. Take a good look at him, this is what you get if you are not careful what you wish for."

"Emperor..." the mass of limbs and tentacles spoke aloud, before it convulsed and sent shivers through the entire Bridge. "Emperor...betrayed us!" it said and couple of limbs detached from the consoles, swinging towards the newcomers while another bunch of them "opened up" to reveal maws filled with sharp teeth, ready to swallow the enemies whole while spitting toxic orbs straight at them.

"Emperor is a fraud...DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR!"

OOC You won't have HP values in this fight but since it's more of a fluff one, but we'll play it like usual only I won't roll dice for it

Enemies:
- Melee limbs
- "Ranged" limbs
- Corrupted Shipmaster

<Forge> @BuriasDempsey

"Is that your attempt to offer help?" Bo'kar laughed but the sound was anything but humorous. "Or maybe your expertise and observing eye? Since you have not so keenly spotted that I'm alone here and you call me stupid for trying to fix the ship, why don't you, great Pact trooper, do it instead of me? Report back to Viator when you are done." Dropping the replacement for massive turbine for Thunderhawk's engine straight on the ground, the Warpsmith turned around and lumbered off in the distance, stopping all the work and heading out of the Forge for some well-earned rest.


<Navigator's quarters> @Kalle

"I see," Delilah answered and took a step back, realizing that perhaps she crossed the line and wanted to give Xaviera more space. "Of course, have a seat...I don't have anything to offer you besides water. Supplies here are, well, it leaves a lot to be desired, no offense," she offered and poured Xaviera a glass of water before taking a seat across the table.

"Yes, well, I'm much better now. Thanks. I'm not in a two squared cell any longer so I guess that's a plus. I'm also in contact with the people I know, Admiral got this entire level for herself and her crew so we are all together in one place. I haven't really explored much, but they say the ship is...ahh...quite rustic?" Navigator struggled to find words for it, obviously thinking something else but deciding to be polite. "Anyway, the situation seems to have improved significantly so...lucky me, right?"


<Beastmen treasure hunt> @Grall_Stonefist

Ship was indeed gigantic and not without dangers. "Living" quarters were expanding now that more and more of the decks were getting repaired, but nobody mentioned (or cared to) what was waiting just around the corner. It didn't take long for Gorzkha and his warriors to end up in a hostile environment, having to fight for their life.

Two decks below the nearest occupied one the Beastmen found an old vehicle pool turned into a small garden of Nurgle. At least two dozen Predator tanks, more than ten Land Raiders, all kinds of Rhinos and Whirlwinds were all sitting there, covered by mold and fungus. Little Nurglings ran around the place, playing catch with the skull of some unfortunate soul that strayed to far while number of Plaguebearers busied themselves with trying to eat into one of the Predator tanks, trying to remove its frontal armor and replace it with Khorne-knows what. Sitting on the hull of another broken tank was a big Beast of Nurgle, stretching around and looking as if sleeping.
Of course that ended up the moment the Beastmen stumbled upon its lair.

With a move of someone who just woke up from a long sleep, the thing stumbled around and roared, flopping its mass towards the newcomers as if trying to raise an alarm. Lesser daemons heard it and all eyes were aimed towards Gorzkha and his outrunners, Nurglings of course running away and hiding in the fungus while the Plaguebearers picked up their bony swords and started marching towards the invaders.

OOC fluff fight, do whatever you want


<Chapel, bit earlier> @WanderingJester

"Remember Corbulus, we of the Word have no other masters but the Dark Gods of Chaos. I would never ask you to obey another lesser man like before, the only thing I would ask of you is to listen to my teachings, read the holy script as it was written by mighty Lorgar and use the power you find in it to crush the infidels and followers of the false Emperor, break their faith and offer their souls for Chaos Undivided. Primordial Truth is the only constant in this universe and it warms my heart that you are willing to listen, to learn and to grow. I was among the first ones to understand the truth and alight fires that burned the galaxy, and I'm willing to teach you how I have done it. Power is all around you Corbulus, you just need to be strong enough to take it!"

However before Quor Gallek could continue he was interrupted by loud clapping coming from behind. All the way in the back of the chapel a giant figure sat on the benches, shrouded in darkness and until now completely hidden. "Quite a speech Dark Apostle, I almost wonder why we didn't win the war when the men like you did the groundwork," Curze sneered, dressed in his rugged robes like the "Nightfall" itself he had seen better days, but there were some signs of recovery. Strength was returning to his frame and even while it was not much, such changes were visible to an Astartes eye.

Quor Gallek bowed in supplication as the Night Haunter continued, leaning forward and allowing Corbulus to see the line of sharp teeth. "You there, Lunawolf, why don't you ask him if he is so knowledgeable, how hasn't he reached the daemonhood yet? Maybe they don't allow swindlers in hell, I suspect it would be bad for overall morale."


<Admiral's quarters> @Uriel1339

"So you are proposing we set ground works for possible mutiny, get the prisoners going and when the Astartes go crazy, we attack them with our pitchforks, blunt pipes and one or two las-rifles we have and pray for the Emperor to give us strength as we take this ship from their wicked grasp. Of course, since all of us will undoubtedly survive that affair, we should probably turn around and head towards the nearest Imperial port, or better yet, straight for the Segmentum Command. You know how much they love me there, after all they sent me and you to a prison but that's not an issue, we can just say we stole this ship from the enemy and we give it back as a pardoning gift. Afterwards we are sure to explain the closest Inquisitor how we didn't get corrupt while just being here, those people are quite forgiving the last I heard, they are ought to help us out? Right?" she asked, sounding friendly but when she finished, she gave Valu a look that could kill an Ork.

"Get the hell out of my office Lopez before I order guards to carry you out. And don't drink before you come to me, the booze is clouding your judgement."


<Chapel> @Uriel1339

Initially the drink wasn't that bad, it tasted like a mix of couple of different alcoholic beverages. However as Valu finished it and set aside the bowl, then the real horror kicked in. He doubled down, his body refusing his commands as the muscles spasm, jolting him with the pain he never experienced before. It was as if every nerve on his body was aflame but what was even worse, he felt like his mind was being hit with a sledgehammer; it was impossible to explain but the weight of emotions surging forward threatened to overcome the barriers in his head and drive him insane.

"Witness the power of Chaos," Dark Apostle intoned but Valu couldn't really see him anymore, at least not in a normal sense. To him, Quor Gallek now looked like a winged monster with rows and rows of long teeth in his giant maw and with a flaming mace at his side, the Word Bearer spoke and words coming out of his mouth sounded unnatural. Lacrymole lost any sense of direction and soon his vision was stolen from him, in front of his eyes a myriad of strange things happening now, like he was watching a macabre play. In some he was a Wych, slaughtering slaves in a grand arena. In others, that very same Wych was cutting him in pieces, slowly and deliberately while whispering sweet things in his ears. Once he and that Wych were being hunted by the Pirate who was being hunted by Valu and in other visions they were all being digested by a giant serpent, swimming through the acid and decomposing at an alarming rate.

It was strange, it was sick, it was chaotic. Visions came faster and faster as the time went on and eventually everything in front of Valu turned into a mix of colors and emotions, as if a crazy painter took his life and used it to draw a painting on the canvas of his soul. There was no end to the torment and the Lacrymole felt completely helpless against the sheer weight of realization that he was insignificant in the grand scale of things, peering into the other dimension corrupting both his mind and body.

In the real world, Valu kept on lying on the ground, twitching as his back burst open and two feathery wings appeared on them, still covered in blood and ooze but slowly coming to life...

Corbulus listened and nodded, absorbing the words of the Dark Apostle. This Quor Gallek did not speak anything that he didn't want to hear, and that made him very cautious, even suspicious. Still, the Alpha Wolf had little choice in the matter; this Son of Lorgar was more in tune with the immortal powers of the immaterium, more so than he or anyone else nearby for that matter. There had to be a change, and should this prove another mistake in the future, he would correct it then. He spoke up after Quor finished and said, "Very well then. It seemed our goals had been aligned as I've done my best in order to pursue the spread of proper worship to the primordial truth. With your help, the conversion shall be more ex-"

Just then a loud clapping from the back caught their attention, and, like the other astartes, Corbulus stood up quickly, his gaze reaching a dark pew in the back of the chapel. There, as though covered with a veil now removed, sat the Night Haunter himself, seemingly bemused by their conversation, as well as the chapel that surrounded them currently. He noticed that the primarch looked a bit more recovered: more flesh to his skin and bones, more life within his shell. The Alpha Wolf would say more color to him, but that would be false; Konrad Curze had always been as pale as any from his legion. Still, even though he did not ascend to daemonhood like his other brothers who have embraced the Primordial Truth, power still radiated from his form, even in ragged robes.

Corbulus, not doubting that the individual in front of them could slaughter everyone aboard this ship still, even with the influx of various newcomers, gave the leader of the VIII legion a polite nod. Indeed, he doubted that there would be a time when that wasn't true, the unknown horrors of the lower decks included. The Alpha Wolf knew the Night Haunter cared as much for formality as most of his sons, which meant that if he wished to kill you, he would kill you, bowing to him wouldn't change a single thing. Therefore he said nothing as Curze addressed the Dark Apostle, but considered his reply with much-weighted measures as the Night Haunter turned his attention to him. Corbulus knew he could not afford to isolate or antagonize either one of the parties at hand. Even if nothing Quor said had been true, which there was always some truth within all good lies, he still had a formidable power that would be best not pitting against the Wolves of Horus, at least for now.

After a moment, Corbulus looked back up and at the Night Haunter, orange eyes meeting the pitch blackness of the primarch's. "I know not why this one has not ascended himself, and in large part, I believe the answers will have to come from the dark gods themselves. Chaos and the immaterium are fickle things, rewarding those most consider worthless and punishing what many would consider faithfulness on their whims. A long time ago, I've come to terms of their unknowingness, as my place is to serve, not question. I leave the pondering of thoughts to men with more leisure and philosophical abilities than I, for I am not a thinker, but a tool of war." He had often heard stories of the Night Haunter and his ability to cut through existential matters like a hot knife through flesh and knew better than to engage him in such an argument, especially if it revolved the authenticity of a Word Bearer's faith. "Now, that tool turns against the bloated lies of the corpse emperor and his rotting empire that had been built upon it, both now and after I've reached my ascension."

Corbulus offered another polite nod. "A pleasure as always to be in the company of the Lord of Night and the master of this ship, so far as I'm not being skinned alive," he continued in a matter of fact tone. More akin to man commenting on having the good fortune of a sunny day rather than one resentful of another for his superior power and position over him. Turning to the Word Bearer once more, the Alpha Wolf continued where he had left off. "As I was saying Son of Lorgar, I believe that we might be able to spread the worship of the dark gods farther and more efficiently now with your guidance. I will continue to attend your sermons, though I lack my own copy of the Word. Might I procure one such tome from you as well as some tutelage in their contents? Also, we would be honored to have you grace our quarters in order to deliver a few sermons as well?" With that, he added the last word to the Night Haunter. "Of course, we would be honored to have the Lord of Night visit our humble abode as well. As master of the ship, it is well within your right and would be our privilege to receive you." The courtesy from Corbulus was delivered with less honeyed lips but more of a formality, as though something to be done for the sake of them rather than a tool to be utilized to some end.

< FireFight with Captain The Thing>
"But I wasn't curious, I just wanted to go see....well fack me." The reluctant pact trooper said as his options were taken away from him with the movement of the beastmen around him. Guess seeing her was going to have to wait. This pretty up marine was probably the worse one he's come across yet, always with the theatrics and the big words, not to mention the sheer....uppity? Big ego....Arrogant! That was the word he was trying to think of. Yes arrogant, as if he was one of those....oh. The realization dawned on him on which chaos god this guy belonged to, the pretty pink meek one, making him mumble under his breath about the whole situation now. Though those thoughts were pushed away when he finally saw just what happened to the bridge, looking like it was invaded by those damn bug things he had to fight before but the smell in the air telling him what was really going on. "I really wished I brought my flamer now..." he said to no one in particular when Viator decided to proclaim himself as the Emperor to the talking mound of flesh in the middle of the room. And of course, there just had to be tentacles that launched Khorne knows what at them when it got pissed off. Pulling out his bolt pistol and serrated knife before unloading the bolt rounds right into what was the captian with a cry of "Blood for the Blood god!"

Full attack

<Kombuse, Chief Engineer>
The boy looked at the engine, then where Bo'kar left, and then the engine again and shrugged. "Ok, sure." Kombuse said confidently and happily, surprised he was given a chance and not picking up what was probably a very sarcastic 'go fuck yourself' from the Iron Warrior. The pact trooper started humming the tune from before as he walked over to the engine and the various tools, giving a peek inside it to see what was the condition before giving it a shot, going with what seemed right and fixing what looked like it needed it. "That looks like it goes here, and that there, and...oh that crack shouldn't be there." He would do commentary to himself, obviously set on fixing this and then probably another vehicle since Bo'kar left him in charge now.

The Prosperan hadn't cared much for the indifference of his 'companion' - perhaps enjoying it. There was no grovelling and slight fear as mortals sometimes gave, no sneering arrogance as other Astartes may give, or scheming; simply, acknowledgement from one to another.

When they entered however, he stiffened - recoiled, even. The room itself was deformed and warped, consoles and mechanisms twisted and corrupted, some fused even; that tingling sensation through his entire form from the familiarity of the Warp was one he couldn't dismiss, something that as a psyker he was certainly more sensitive to than the others.

But it was the growths, the organic tendrils and twisting bits of flesh that stretched all across the room that had given him pause. Blue-purple limbs outstretching from one piece of machinery to another, almost like an organic spiderweb all linking to a mass.

The sight of the 'man' (if he could still be considered one) was a pitiful one, how he could no longer move or be anywhere else but upon the command throne, the face barely able to be made out, his call to Vibius - a friend perhaps, long gone? - causing the faintest of sighs to come through. Unpleasant memories of his brothers millennia ago all emerged at once.

The cheerful chuckles and banter between friends, some teasing and others scolding, but all friendly. He had seldom seen true rivalry amongst them that was in any way hostile. Avatus, he remembered, being the closest he knew of them amongst his Fellowship.

As the name passed through his mind and the joys they had through the galaxy, he remembered the... Less pleasant ones.

The Flesh Change.

Such a thing had caused the loss of friends such as he through the Great Crusade and certainly moreso upon Prospero itself. For a sorcerer to suddenly turn into what he now could see as 'Chaos Spawn'. Unlike the sudden lethal blow one would get from typical weapons, you could not comfort one taken by the Flesh Change; the horrific transformation itself was potentially contagious, and he'd seen one too many times one flesh-change take place from one, to a dozen men.

'Emperor, BETRAYED US!' it cried out, snapping Ausarius back to reality and causing him to bow his head briefly. The sight of the mass' anger was one he saw as justifiable. The destruction of his home and the millions upon it, all his close friends both mortal and Astartes, changed and dead - whether literal or metaphorical.

As a limb came to swipe at the Sorcerer he simply backed up and dodged it, looking sorrowfully upon the mass as it cried out for the Emperor's death.

I am sorry, he psychically thought to the creature, bringing his hand up and wasting little time in summoning bolts of psychic lightning from his fingertips upon the Shipmaster itself; he focused a fair bit of power on this, more focusing on simply killing him as quick as one could.

Misguided, perhaps, he saw the former Captain as; misshapen, disfigured. Aberrant. Perhaps even unreasonable. But the least he could do would be giving it a quick death.​

As they walked around the previusly un explored parts of the ship, or atleast unexplored to the beastmen of his herd, they found what could be described as a treasure throve of armoured vehicles, they main problem being they where all covered in the plague fathers rot, and pestigors wherent exactly a thing of plenty in his herd, they could be problematic when foodstock had been low on the ship, though surely he could still either get favour with the ship masters or use some of this somehow.
Though before he could think more of it they had walked in to a *camp* of the plaguefathers creatures, in the middle of spreading more rot upon the valuable vehicles, though they stopped as they noticed the treasure hunting beastmen now in their minst.
"YUIZH GUWUZ" Gorzkha called out, lifting his new evicerator high as it turned on, the massive chainswords roar something that could inspire fear in many, though not these foes, 2 of his retinue carrying autoguns just opened fire into into the plague bearers, though resistant to such weapons some of the plague bearers still started to take damage and one got cut down, 4 other gors carrying a variety of melee weapons and pistols also started shooting as well as advancing upon the small plague host, though the first to do any real damage was Gorzkha as he charged forwards cutting through two plague bearers as if they wherent even there with his evicerator, while he was flanked by 2 bestigors who worked as his bodyguards, both carying large two handed maces.

"Your persistence in the face of time is admirable, but you waste it stagnating in this pit. So many opportunities to slay wasted...disgusting." Orghast's face twisted into a scowl and the thing in his chainsword began to shriek and propel envenomed teeth through their natural rhythm. With a leap he turns weapon into a series of vicious swings against the nearest mouthed tentacles; one had to cut through the brush to reach the trees after all.

Spoiler

"I am not the quartermaster --- it is not mine work you're criticising," she offered fairly, an ironic smirk twisting her lip. She pulled out a chair for herself and sat down in it, accepting the offered water. "Forgive the sparse accommodations. I understand that a woman of your standing is accustomed to more... comfortable surroundings. I am, as well," she said, sighed wistfully. She cast a look about the Navigator's quarters. "But essentials come first. Then pleasures," she added, smiling wryly. She tasted the water. She'd had viler things. It did not excite her, however.

"You are too kind, you know," she remarked, a grin creeping onto her face. The skin on her face stung. She put it out of her mind. "This ship is a wreck. An abominable husk of what once was. But it was a noble leviathan once, as storied as its master. It can be salvaged and restored, I've faith in that. I don't know how personal of an experience it is to... Navigate the Warp, to plunge into the Sea of Souls..." Xaviera's eyes gleamed with imagination as she described those images, "... but I believe you will be a boon to us all, Lady Delilah," she said. Her smile took on a warm quality.

"I hope you don't mind my courting your company," she began. "Though I realize we hail from quite different backgrounds, I nonetheless feel a certain... kinship, between us. Not as mutants or witches, Lady Delilah, but as seers. A whole world is open to us, whereas others are blind. I understand that your... Your eye... It peers into the Sea of Souls itself!" A note of longing crept into Xaviera's voice. "It must be difficult for you, but at the same time... You drink deeply of waters I've only had a smattering of. I wonder if I would like the taste. I can't imagine your experience, the calling you serve... but I understand that it must be a lonely one, however rewarding. Surely?"

Valu - Intermission; The Admiral's Circle
"I wasn't.... Urgh... Apologies, Admiral." The imposter complained with a heavy sigh, but saluted nonetheless before taking his leave. He knew it was going to be too suspicious to simply run off again, so he took a stroll around the deck their group was designated to and walked as a patrol across it.

He was satisfied though with the answers given. Even if the admiral might think him insane or such, at least they are so full of fear of them, the soldiers of chaos, that they would never dare to make an uprising. And as long as the Admiral would be against it, none other would dare to rise. They are far too much of bootlickers from his impression to dare to think on their own.

Inspired by the words of the Admiral, 'Comms. Officer Lopez' put some extra wobble in his footwork, with the occasional stopping and leaning on the wall, faking to be drunk - just to be on the safe side.


Valu - Intermission; Whispers of the Warp [sometimes after @Kalle & @WanderingJester spoke to Quor]
He screamed in eternal pain. Body jerking around. And even as his worldview was distorted and a million scenarios flooding him, the taste of iron was always there, the only constant in the whirlwind of terror and chaos. Was it the ooze? Was it that he was being torn apart from the inside out? As his wings burst out he arched his back so hard, he almost snapped in half, his upper body erecting up, staring at the ceiling, his blind eyes staring straight into the light that illuminated the entire chapel.

That very light was represented very much differently in the dimension of the warp into which Valu's eyes gazed. The lights burned in the four colors he mocked earlier, together they shaped the eight-pointed star. And above every quarter a different gaze hovered.

Khorne, raining blood down upon Valu, his eyes being bright fireballs that could incinerate him. And where a man would have flesh, he was nothing but a red skull with demonic horns that could impale more than Astartes. And yet gazing upon him did not straight out scare Valu. No, it fed him with power. Power to rise and tear everyone apart as if to prove that he was the strongest man alive - even when he was not.

Nurgle, emitting a cloud of deadly gases. The face of his constant, not changing, yet the many blisters popping and oozing several different liquds. He could feel some of them drip on him, burning right through his clothes and flesh, causing sizzling sounds and... Numbness? It was not pain he gained from the acidic rain, but resilience to other pains. It was so intense that it just neutralized any that he was feeling. Making him contempt, wanting to give into it, the desire to never fear pain again.

Slaanesh, a visage that Valu could not turn away from. It was so beautiful. Masculine, yet feminine. On one side, a horn came from her head that was not fearsome like that of Khorne but... Impressive, causing envy in him - knowing that he had no feature that made him stand out like that. As She Who Thirsts gazed upon him, he wanted to do nothing but whatever he could to appease her. Those beautiful melodies that left her lips, more alluring than any symphony. He wanted to just listen to it for the rest of his life, while attempting to appease her with all that he had to offer - soul, body and mind.

Tzeentch. Valu could not make out what, or who or even if he was. The lord of change whispering to him how this is all a lie, that in reality he died with the rest of his kin. And just after that he cackled, discarding it as a macabre joke. Telling him next how he really did not die, but has gone mad. Sitting in a rotting prison like the one he freed Quor from, just rocking back and forth as he laughs like a madman. The tone was serious, no laughter following it. Valu started it to believe, only to have Tzeentch whisper him in the other ear to never believe him. The curiosity for wanting to learn the truth taking over him, the desire to learn Tzeentchs true gestalt.

But he was not blessed with any of these things as his mind snapped back into reality. He was there, upright on his knees, looking up at the chandelier, slowly turning to the Dark Apostle. Valu panted and even drooled from the extreme experience, pain and reality shock overwhelming him temporarily, making him scream for almost a whole minute until it started to ebb away, back into the warp along with his visions.

Only when he attempted to stand up, he noticed that something on his back flapped around, his legs not even responding as his body had to realize what was going on. As he turned his head, he saw purple feathers that went over into a midnight blue towards the tips. A bright smile was upon his face as he faced Quor.

"The gods first blessing..." He said in awe, wonder, fascination and love. Tears of joy coming out of his eyes as he realized there was yet hope to defeat the Imperium, that the gods would appoint a champion of proper value to carry out such epic task, that one day, the ruinous powers will succeed.

Erelak looked upon the remains of the captain, now just a mess of flesh and metal, bonded into the ship. It was..unpleasant to see. He was stunned by just how far it had come from being a person. He did not have much time to study the mass however, as their leader had angered it into attacking the group.

Far enough back to avoid the swinging limbs on their first attack, Erelak quickly pulled out his bolt pistol and his new power sword. Keeping the sword ready to defend from another swing, he aimed the bolt pistol towards the other limbs that were attacking at range. He hoped, as he pulled the trigger, that the sorcerer's power and the additional firepower of another of their group would be able to end this monstrosity quickly. Somehow, this seemed unlikely in his mind. He pushed these doubts to the back of his mind however, and solely concentrated on sending bolts into the limbs.