RELEASE THE KRAKEN!
Fera gritted her teeth as she saw tentacles come towards the door way rolling over dodging the tentacles way she found herself inside beside Kombuse as he did his charge as a khornarte grabbing her bolt pistol as Fera did something caught her eye stuck in the wall near the door... a trident. Moving towards it the Khorane decided to grab something with a bit more range then her chainsword ducking and doging the tentacles Fera grabbed the trident and pulled it out of a skeleton that had held in the hull for some time, Swinigng it about she began moving towards Kombuse and readied her trident to use to stab any Tentacles that got near Herself or Kombuse.

OOC all out defense on Fera and Kombuse

Satharn took in the opulent splendour of the place. It looked like a palace; but then of course it did. The Emperor's Children were either complete degenerates wallowing in degradation, or aesthetes who surrounded themselves with fine works of art. Some built temples to the Dark Gods, others to the ego. In the Night Lord's experience, the results were much the same.

It wasn't restrained, as such, nor was it quite as immaculately tasteful as Asher's quarters had been, but as he looked around he mentally placed the Traveller in the second of both categories. It was the better option. He could see the well-stocked shelves of the library and the bath. Opulent. For a moment, he wanted to be able to soak in such a bathtub again, but he made a face under his helmet. Water enough to wash in will suffice. Bad enough one of us smells like a posh tart's boudoir. Still, he couldn't really deny that it had been nice, even to himself.

"I see you're a literary man," he said, nodding to the bookshelves before getting down to his answer. "I have read the writings of Malcharion, the War-Sage of the VIIIth. But, well," he added, for once without sarcasm, "I don't know if you would have heard of him."

"As it happens, yes." he said, taking off his helm as he figured it was a social visit. Perhaps I'm overdressed. Literally. Among the VIIIth anyone without battle-scars would have had to endure endless ribbing about being battle-shy. He guessed that, whatever vices Viator enjoyed, cowardice wasn't one of his faults. He continued, taking a moment to compare the lean figure before him with the visual references he retained of others of his kind. There were occasional spare figures among the Emperor's Children, who favoured speed and grace in close combat. He wasn't too surprised. "I guess you might call it a transferrable skill. The subject isn't always wriggling, but it does add an element of challenge to the enterprise."

"This time, though, I need something better than hides. My Lord can skin and flay with the best of them. I want to - to remind him of his better days. To see if I can touch those memories, of a time when he was more ... himself." He shifted uncomfortably, feeling like he was making himself vulnerable.

"I have a question for you, too. How did you come to be on the Nightfall? You can't be slumming it, surely." He grinned a little, but there was genuine curiosity in his dark eyes. "I know that our Primarchs had - hmm, would one describe it? Something of a rapport, once. Of course there are those that say the Phoenician betrayed the Night Haunter's confidence to Dorn. But there are others that say he acted out of concern for his brother, and sought the Fist's honest if blunt opinion. Couldn't know he'd go off like a rocket."

"Of course, we each pick the version we like best."

<Chapel> @Uriel1339

"Yes...do you see now how easy it is for the great powers of Chaos to bestow gifts upon their servants?" Quor Gallek asked Valu as he gripped him by his neck and slammed him against the altar behind him. He took out his ritualistic knife and stabbed into the wing, drawing black blood from it and teaching the Lacrymole new meaning of pain. "As easily as they can give, they too can take it back," Dark Apostle said and stabbed even more, more blood flowing on his knife and ruining bunch of feathers. Word Bearer didn't look like he was about to relent and he looked straight into Valu's eyes with his own, the embers of fiery faith burning in those two dark orbs. "Do you understand it little mortal? Do you now know who are the true masters of this universe? Bow to them, do their bidding, offer your soul, your very being, and you shall be rewarded in kind. Fail in this and you will learn that there are much worse fates then death awaiting those who fail to satisfy the whims of the Dark Gods of Chaos."


<Meeting with Phocron> @Uriel1339

"Suit yourself," Phocron said and closed his fist, returning the vials to his belt. "Having honor and wanting to achieve everything yourself is commendable, but ultimately worthless. What is satisfaction worth for you if you are dead?"

Dark Eldar antics also didn't seem to phase the Alpha Legionary, but then again it looked like nothing did. He was as cold as any son of Alpharius, although if Valu knew a bit more about his kind he would definitely know that "cold" wasn't the correct word.

"We'll keep in touch. Expect a new assignment during the next deployment," with those words Phocron left Valu in the dusty room, getting outside and disappearing in the maze of the "Nightfall's" corridors.


<Forge> @BuriasDempsey

It would turn out that Kombuse had a pretty good knack for fixing things, the understanding of the mechanical systems coming to him as easily as if somebody was whispering it to his ear (which was a good possibility but completely irrelevant at the moment). Stuff clicked where it needed to click, repairing the engine in front of him now looking like the easiest thing in the world. There was plenty of material lying around that he could take and contrary to what he first thought, the Forge wasn't that deserted as he spotted plenty of servitors going about their business and it would be easy for him to take few of them and reprogram them to help him with this work. All in all, it would seem that Bo'kar was in fact, correct with leaving Kombuse here to repair stuff on his own for he was quite capable of doing it. At least for now.

OOC feel free to emote finding the Gunship and repairing that one as well


<Navigator's quarters> @Kalle

"I have, but serving on an ancient vessel such as this has its perks I guess, even before "becoming great again" like you said it's still the biggest vessel I have served on at least when it comes to actual size. Although...I'm still not actually serving but I was informed my chambers are getting ready as we speak so it'll be sooner rather than later," Delilah replied, taking a sip of the water herself as well. She narrowed her eyes a bit as she heard Xaviera's next words

"We don't talk much about our ability with the outsiders, no offense. I mean, we just met and while you look like a decent person I'm not about to spill my guts to you. Don't you think I haven't figured you out, the armor you now wear has similar marks on it like the armor of that damnable tattooed marine. I bet you are one of his servants who was sent here to make me give up some valuable piece of information. Not gonna happen Xaviera. We can be colleagues, friends even, but we are nothing alike. You serve monsters while I'm here because I have to and as long as I'm the only one who can fly this ship properly I'm safe. That's what it looks like to me. So, we can talk about something else but if you are here only to talk...business, then you might as well leave now."

Navigator's Quarters

The priestess fell silent. She allowed that silence to linger for several heartbeats, not looking at the Navigator.

"Lady Delilah," Xaviera started carefully, softly. She set down her glass, contemplating it, before she looked back up to the Navigator. "I am sorry," the priestess said. "And I admit my mistake freely; I presumed too much, and I overreached, when I should have known better. I will not lie to you; I hope that we can be friends. I understand your skepticism of me, but that man may well have been chained longer than I have lived. I do not know him, I do not have his trust for the sort of... espionage you're implying. I will not even bother to ask what sort of information you think I am after; I will not speak another word of business, as you call it. All I hope for is the company of an equal; we may not be the same, but you are different enough from your comrades to understand how different I am from mine. And I hope you can understand that I did not have very much say in my service, either. Chaos is not a choice, Lady Delilah, it is an answer. All my life, I have asked 'why?', it was always the answer."

<Viator's chambers> @Jorimel

"Let me tell you a little secret Satharn. Chemos is not my homeworld and to me, Fulgrim is nothing more than an usurper," Viator said but given his looks that was a hard thing to believe. "No, I hail from completely different place and entirely different story, but we do share the same patron, although I call him Stepfather for he found me when my family abandoned me and gave me strength to push on. It is he who sent me here."

"You see Satharn, for innumerable lifetimes have I traveled the paths to thousand and one excesses and those paths lead to many places, as you would imagine. Dark Prince reigns over it all and it is up to us, simple wanderers, to discern truth from lie and an open road from a dead end. Sometimes he interferes more directly and those of us who have the necessary skill and insight can interpret the meaning behind his words. In this case, what he meant was as clear as a day to me. He helped me find this relic of a vessel and aboard it, a being who I thought only existed in nightmares of greater and lesser beings alike."

"Whatever you might think Night Lord, you and I share the same goal here. We both want to see Night Haunter rise again, perhaps from different reasons but in the end, it is all the same. However, since it is your Father we are speaking of here, I want to mention that I wasn't the first one who found him. Phocron and his...associates were here first so if you want to know more about how all of this came to be, you should ask them."

"Now, let's talk about more brighter things," Viator stood up and walked over to a wardrobe nearby from which he pulled out a number of flashy materials, arraying from white, yellow, turquoise, pink, all the way to dark purple. "Nah, this won't do at all," he sighed and kept on digging through it before pulling out a blue piece, not the midnight color but a bit darker shade of it that could pass as Night Lords color from a distance. "This one, this one is the one we need. I can make the robes myself if you wish but I think it would be more proper for a son of Nostramo to do it himself. After all, we are dressing a King and asking for foreign tailors to do the work sometimes carries a steep price."

<Treasure Hunt> @Grall_Stonefist

Flanked by two big bestigors, Gorzkha drove into the Nurglite host, smashing Plaguebearers left and right. However he wasn't that far into the rage to fail to notice that the daemons managed to somewhat hold their ground, backed by the fact they were fighting on "home terrain" they were a tough bunch to root out. Scenes of murder played out all around the skirmish, one of the Gors getting shanked to death by two Plaguebearers only for those two to get clobbered by another trio of beastmen. Another daemon fell to a lucky smash that broke apart most of its upper body, but even in its death tropes he swung around and sliced his killer's leg. Unfortunate beastmen fell and was swarmed by a bunch of Nurglings who feasted on him while he was still alive.

The rest would have to hold their own however as the Beast of Nurgle joined the fray, heading straight for Gorzkha and his entourage. It was big but its looks deceived for the thing was far from slow, at least when it came to flapping with its tongue. Warchief saw the thing flying towards him and was quick enough to duck, but one of his bestigor's wasn't; tongue slapped him dead in chest, breaking his entire rib cage and killing him on the spot. Second bestigor roared and tried to avenge his comrade by swinging his big mace but it got stuck in the body of the ugly daemon, the beastman unable to get it out. Surrounded by the plague host, it was all up to Gorzkha to push the odds to his favor and claim this victory for Khorne!


<Chapel, bit earlier> @WanderingJester

"Such honeyed words, you do remind me of my brother. He was also a great politician, diplomat if you like although that's not really a word to describe one such as he. Look where that got him though," Curze replied to Corbulus, his teeth glinting in the candlelight. "Now I see why this magician chose you to become his apprentice. Only watch out little wolf, this one also thought of himself to be more than he was, he even tried to succeed where greater, well perhaps not greater but more darker minds failed. Guess what he did?"

If Night Haunter's words had any effect on Quor Gallek he showed nothing, remaining bowed and completely silent as the Primarch spoke. "He did nothing. Like every son of Urizen, he's more of a talker than doer. So my advice to you is, find another person to fill your head with stupid ideas."


<Bridge Action> @DeranVendar @Grall_Stonefist @Vlayden @Taec @Vulpas @BuriasDempsey

As you would imagine (and since there were no other servants of the Dark Prince around) Viator was the quickest one to respond to Shipmaster's attack, weaving through the tentacles and pulling out his sword simultaneously in what looked like quite a nice show of skill. It didn't do him much however since this was no opponent that you could duel or fight in conventional way. He danced around two outstretched limbs, cutting them with ease before the third one smacked him aside and sent him flying all across the Bridge, hitting head first into a wall.

With Traveler out of the picture, the rest of the team responded with decent speed. Kombuse and Erelak both pulled out their pistols and opened fire on the central mass of the creature, bolts exploding and blowing up pieces of flesh apart. Alas, in reality they only managed to anger the captain and he replied in kind. Orbs of green fluid were lobbed towards them and Pact Trooper managed to roll to the side, evading the blast, but the Raptor was not so lucky. His cumbersome jump pack prevented him to move as fast as he could in another environment and he was hit by the orb, the thing consisted of some sort of toxic fluid (stomach acid?) that ate through his leg armor as if it was nothing.

But the Shipmaster wasn't done with Kombuse yet and the Pact Trooper saw another limb, this one separating itself from the ceiling, coming down to smash him against the floor and most likely flatten him right then and there. It came down fast but Fera was faster, using the looted trident she dashed forward and stabbed upright, using the strength of her power armor to give force to her attack. Her weapon speared into the falling limb and held it there, spraying her with black blood.

Ausarius would be there as well, seeing how the conventional weapons did nothing to this creature he did the next best thing and summoned warp lighting to try and do some real damage. And that he did, the energy zapping into the monstrosity and it screamed, some of its limbs falling flat, others burned to cinders. Sadly for the Sorcerer, there was plenty of that where it came from. Dodging one of the shots from a nearby maw, Ausarius was too slow to evade the followup attack which came in form of a tentacle sending a nearby console into him which smashed him aside, doing little actual damage as the power armor soaked most of it, however it made him open for another tentacle that came from the side, which slammed into his ribs and coiled all around his body, ready to crush him to bits.

While all of that was happening the only warrior who perhaps had some actual success was Orghast. Death Guard lumbered forward like a solid wall of adamantium, tentacles smacked at him but he payed it no heed. Nurgle was watching over him once again and the Grandfather was a kind patron more often than not. Toxic chainsword proved that as it easily ripped into the corrupted flesh of the fallen Shipmaster, cutting it as if it was simple grass and infecting him with the sickness. Wherever Orghast scored a hit the flesh darkened and limbs became slower and slower, unable to cause any more problems for the Plague Marine.

Corbulus gave a polite smile to the Night Haunter, musing upon the Lord of Night's words. They cut through to the point like his blades through flesh and to the bone, as much as his reputation as ten thousand years ago. The Alpha Wolf replied, a bit of amusement in his voice, though he portrayed it in a way that seemed satisfied to have received words of advice from a living primarch. "I do hope then that I don't remind you of Guilliman or Sanguinius. The former lacked imagination and the latter lacked vision, both enslaved to the corpse on terra, blinded by their own ignorance. However, I thank you for your compliment; I am my father's son after all."

Corbulus took a deep breath, his mind back at Terra, where they had pushed the false emperor to the brink of destruction, and the flames of war straight to the gates of his accursed palace. Those fortifications built by that ignoble and fool Dorn, battered and broken after weeks of constant assault. Whatever the cost of the defeat, at the end Horus had killed Sanguinius and forced the false emperor to wither away a corpse for ten thousand years. The next time the disciples of the dark gods set foot on Terra, they would finish what his father started. Still, no use in arguing with the Night Haunter, as doing so would be, at best, bad for one's health. So the Alpha Wolf gave another respectful nod to the Night Lord's primarch.

"I appreciate your advice Night Haunter, and you can be sure that it is and will continue to be heeded," Corbulus gave a quick look over to Quor Gallek, who continued his bow but said nothing. He could only imagine what went through the Word Bearer's mind at the moment. Perhaps fury at the disrespect the Night Haunter heaped upon him and his legion's master, like that which the XVII held for the Ultramarines still for their humbling at Khur. Perhaps he thought nothing at all, unwilling to let someone who so willingly and openly reject the chaos gods to affect him. Still, the Alpha Wolf would continue with his measured talk. "If you do have someone else in mind that you think might benefit me as well, I shall seek out such company presently. Only a fool would ignore the wisdom imparted upon him by a primarch, regardless of whether it is his own father or someone else's."

Erelak gave an angered yelp as the acid burnt through his armour, and began to damage his skin. He briefly knelt, and looked up at the mutated captain, his eyes narrowing at it's disgusting form as his anger built. How dare such a monster actually damage him. After a brief pause, he stood up, and turned to the tentacle that had spit the acid on him. He gritted his teeth, and aimed at it again with his bolt pistol. He opened fire and shot bolt after bolt into it, not stopping until it would not fire again. Finally, the tentacle slammed to the floor, its form smoking and sparking. He watched it for a few moments, his face displaying the anger and hatred he felt towards it. He would not allow it to raise itself back up again. Once Erelak was certain it would not rise again, he turned his attention to the rest of the tentacles and the abomination they were connected too. He reloaded the bolt pistol, and raised it toward the captain again, sending more bolts at its flesh. This time he would be more careful and more observant to his enemy. He would not allow it to damage his form any further than it had already managed.

Valu - Intermission; Whispers of the Warp [sometimes after @Kalle & @WanderingJester spoke to Quor]
"Oh I do understand!" Valu said, laughing at the pain, hysteria kicking in as he saw the similar ooze flowing out of him that he faced in the lower decks of the Nightfall.

"The gods are to give and take! And I shall offer them more than any human being on this vessel could." He laughed and laughed on, staring into the flaming eyes of Quor. In fact, his both hands came up to put them on each cheek of the Word Bearer, akin to how a lover would touch the light of his heart, an almost dreamily gaze upon the word bearer. As pain started to overbear him, the laughing subsided and Valu started to whine. But once again, it was more what a lover would do from a too intense experience, than someone who was in mere agony. And the Lacrymole had experienced both in direct experience in his past.

"You opened my eyes... And I shall never close them again... The truth is too beautiful, like the fire in your eyes... I would not even dare to call my time before today as living..." His smile was crooked as pain and happiness mixed and twisted his face.


Valu - Intermission; Hunt for the Beast [sometimes after meeting with Phocron - @Colapse | @Grall_Stonefist ]
Phocrons words made him think, but more importantly - Valu wanted to truly show his worth to the clan of the hydra. He grinned as he appeared in the domain of the beastmen in his Khornate form, mask discarded to show his ugly face around. Armed with his chainsword and flak armor. His wings were coming out of his back, but kept closed as he gained by now a good control over them.

"I wish to duel one of you!" He roared in low gothic, revving his chainsword and holding it high with both hands. Awkwardly enough, his own stance reminded him on some paintings of Sanguinius he saw while working as a pirate. He smiled to himself on that idea - a chaotic version of the saviour of the Imperium, the Archangel of Death, salvation and so much more.


Valu - Intermission; Fighting a God [sometimes after meeting with Phocron & Beastman encounter - @Colapse ]
Sometimes after recovering with his encounter of the beastman, Valu searched for the man he was offered a sample of. After asking enough people, he finally found Attelus in a reclusive area. Armed once again with nothing but his chainsword, but this time with his mask over his head to not offend the Astartes all too much, he approached him.

"Lord Astartes. I wish to hone my skills in combat. However, I know a mortal like myself is no challenge to you. So my condition for a sparring would be that you were too fight without your sacred, master-crafted armor. While I may keep my fledgling flak armor. Partially I wish to fight you for the sake of Khorne, for you seem to be a follower of Tzeentch, and I must prove myself to his majesty, the lord of the skull throne. The other part is that I must become stronger for the sake of the Night Haunter, my mentor Ukris, my life debtor Satharn Tem, Fourth Claw, Fifth Company, Night Lords Legion. And even to compete against my fellow mortals the beastmen, Fera and even Xaviera the blessed."

Valu pointed his Chainsword at the Astartes, while bringing his blue to purple wings out, extending them in a dramatic fashion, spreading them to their complete wingspan. "Fight me, in a duel for honor and power!"

Spoiler

OOC: Discussed with @Colapse ; I will reply to this for Attelus, because our GM is super busy with more important NPC action already. But it will be all pre-approved!

Valu - Intermission; Follow-Up visit with a Patient [ @Kalle ]
A few 'days' in the warp since the surgery on Xaviera was complete, he figured it would be good to establish a good patient-doctor relationship. So he sought her out one day, dressed in his usual armor and mask and wings retracted. Wherever he might have found her, he would smile behind his mask and softly speak.

"I don't want to take all too much time of yours, Miss Xaviera." He spoke sweet, but not like a total suck-up. Instead it was more awe, perhaps even disbelief of actually being in her presence after the revelations Quor gave to him about her.

"If you might remember, my name is Valu." He inclined his head politely. "I assisted Lord Apothecary Ukris in your surgery. But since he is quite busy with his work and I'm a mere student of his, I decided I should ask you about your recovery process. And perhaps, well... Only if you want..." He scratched his right arm in nervousness. "Discuss the dark gods. I only recently learned about their true powers and even though our Dark Apostle who I aided to be amidst us once more... I must admit he can be quite... Intimidating at times." He trembled just at thinking about the various memories that popped up in his mind about the man of nothing but darkness.

"I feel a fellow Non-Astartes might be a bit more understanding in my lack of knowledge. Also if I might be so frank, Miss. Your devotion is quite admirable, and I cannot stop feeling anything but envy towards you." He couldn't help but continue to scratch his arm. Valu felt obviously uncomfortable, never before having opened up like this to anyone. It made him feel fragile, vulnerable. Yet, he had to understand her. This woman was his pathway to damnation - the proper way. Not in a wasteful, self-destructive way. Or so he believed anyway. There was a reason why he fought alongside her and even afterwards aided in her surgery.

<Kombuse and the fixer upper>
Covered in blacken grease and oil on his arms and face, even on his uniform, the trooper stood up with hands on his hips as he looked at the engine with a giant smile at his victory over the mechanical problem.

"Great! Hope big metal guy likes the work." He said to himself before giving the forge a once over. Seeing the servitors milling about doing whatever task they were assigned, Kombuse realized he just saw a source of help with the heavy lifting and such.

"Yes!" he said, jogging up to the servitors now. It took a few moments for each one, working their consoles and walking at the same time with them since they wouldn't stop moving, but get got a couple of them following him now which he sure was enough to get the engine back onto the thunderhawk and letting him to hook it up without worrying how to hold it up on his own.

"Now....what should I do next?" he wondered aloud as he looked at the parked vehicles of war around him. A lot looked like it would be used marines, making him think he should get to work on the hardest hitting ones of those to get more on Bo'kar's less grumpy side. But as he walked the aisles looking at the state of all of them, he found something in the aircraft section that seemed out of place in the midst of the large boxy looking craft that the giants used. A Vulture gunship, he knew that easily enough because the blood pact had them too, spitting streams of bullets from gatling guns or sending a shower of rockets at enemy positions, sitting there as if waiting for someone while its armament was near by sitting in racks or on carts waiting to be attached to its wing pylons. Maybe for him to do it? He didn't know and didn't put much thought into it cause he went straight to it to see what was up with it with intent in mind and joy in his heart. Aside from the spots of scratches and burnt markings, which he thought were where aquilas were and other signs of the Imperium and whatever regiment this belonged to at first, there were several small things wrong that together kept the gunship grounded. Cracks in the fuselage, jumping into the pilots seat and playing with its joystick showed that the flaps on the wings not responding well, and the massive fan of the engine didn't spin. But, he was sure he could repair it all with what was here, and now he got servitors to do the heavy lifting it would be a piece of ration cake.

"Alright, lets get too it!" He said to the servitors as he jumped out of the cockpit, even though they wouldn't respond to him. With the sounds of powertools whirring and the hissing of welding torches going off, panels were taken off and carried away by the servitors, the boy going over ever inch of the Vulture's internal systems and fixing them as he saw them. Giving a good amount of grease and oil to bits that should move, welding and fixing things that shouldn't be moving, it would take hours at least to get it all squared away. Reattaching its panels and armor, thanks to the servitors again, he jumped into the cockpit again and tested it all out and finding it much more satisfactor. 'Now to give it color....and maybe a name.' he thought to himself as he climbed back out. He looked at the now fixed gunship and thought about his options. While it went against his ideals, he doubt this thing could be flown close enough to get blood of his enemies on it....at least not without being yelled out alot by the higher ups. So, paint it would have to be, directing the servitors to go get red, black, and a white cans of paint as he went to go find paint applicators. The robo-men came back, the paint within in a good shade of red, not some light one like the prince's followers would probably use, and got to work painting the entire thing red with the servitors before using the black paint to put on the eight pointed star of chaos on the wings and then the skull rune of khorne on the top part of its nose as the last part of completing the paint job. He would leave a large space cleared on either wing for the symbol of the warband, because right now he didn't even know who was leading it and what their symbol was. Kombuse sat on a box and looked at the revamped and ready to go Vulture gunship with a large grin of happiness, tired but happy, splotches of paint now accompanying the grease and grime of earlier on his person. It still needed weapons added to its pylons and heavy bolter ammo for the nose gun, but that was for later when a mission was coming up.

"Now...what to name you?" he questioned as he relaxed for a moment. This was probably the toughest part for him, never been one to be creative or know a bunch of fancy names or titles like a lot of other people seem to. But he was going to fly it, eventually since he had to learn and have a co-pilot by the look of it having two seats, so he wanted to have a name that he would be happy with too. An idea sprang to mind of what, or rather whom, to name it after. Picking up the white can of paint and an applicator, and in his best possible handwriting, which isn't much to talk about, he paints the name 'Delilah' on the side of the gunship under where the canopy meets the hull of the aircraft.

"Hope she likes it....maybe I should get one of those artsy slaaneshies to paint her on it, with badass armor and wings. Yeaaa." he nodded to himself at the plan. "Oh, maybe if I fix more vehicles, he might not as grumpy if I can get her down here to see it when its done!" he reasoned, getting the motivation to stand back up and get to work again. "Come on! Lets go fix one of those metal box transport things for the marines, I'm sure he'll like that." he said, leading his group of loyally programmed servitors to a rhino in disrepair.

<Firefight with captain The Thing>
It started well enough, loudmouth got knocked out before things got interesting and he was lucky enough to not get acid on him unlike the bird looking marine with the jet pack. Well, he thought he was doing well till he saw a tendril that was on its way done to crush him into paste against the flesh covered floor of the bridge. But thankfully the other Khorne warrior Fera was next to him stabbing at a tentacle and making it bleed. @Vulpas "Thanks!" He said sincerely before raising the bolt pistol to help her finish that tendril off. Of course that meant more of them started heading towards them because of it. With bolt and blade, Kombuse tried to cut his way through them all toward the captain to at least give someone a clear shot at him.