Fireteam Draco: Primary Objective: Secure the Med-Bay (Deck 2) Secondary Objective: Get a letter of recommendation from the Head Nurse Cryzarion the Phoenix - Thousand Son Sorcerer (@lord-watchman ) Dyson Oni - Aspiring Iron Warriors Warpsmith (@DaKaptin ) Grythan Konenos - Undivided Emperor's Children Raptor (@Nurianis ) Hydratus - Undivided Alpha Legionnaire (@DeathKorpsOfKrieg ) Seth - Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) The group started to clean up, but it still was a loooong way until one would have gotten all the unconscious Mutants out of the way and all the beds, and such back in place. Fireteam Inferno: Primary Objective: Kill an Astartes Secondary Objective: Record the murder Satharn Tem - Night Lords Astartes (@Jorimel ) Atax Echidna - Dark Mechanicus Slaaneshi (@Casavay ) Krax Brutalus - Black Legion Undivided Astartes (@Colapse ) Rorschach - Night Lords Astartes (@Xaphen ) The Black Dragon almost bored simply evaded all the various attacks that were coming for him, he also knew he was aimed at, but made no move to make him being aware of the Bolter pointing at his neck. Instead his both Bone claws kept the Night Lord busy who dared to land next to him. His eyes were all over the place, making note of the fallen Sorceress, the unarmed Astartes next to her, the Servitor charging at him and everything else of the terrain. There were six air ducts he could use for hit and run tactics... No.... He would simply kill them all! Where is the fun in entertaining the prey by giving them hope? Just kill them to bring it to an end, first these, then the rest of this forsaken craft! "DDDDIIIIIEEEE!!!!" He roared in a smashing loud voice, through his vox-casters that were set at maximum. His left claw aiming now for Rorschachs heart while the other claw simply for the Servitors left arm. But both missed as they were just to imply fear. Less than an inch above and besides their bodies. But as they would do their counter blows he simply dashed forwards with his head, driving it into the Minotaur, piercing him and throw him away with the massive bone that grew out of his head and helmet. He was tossed around the room as if he was some sort of ragdoll. Next, both claws aimed for Rorschach, this time penetrating him into each elbow joint, making him useless for now, the Black Dragon instantly twirled around to use him as a body-shield as he stormed toward the 'hiding' Bolter-armed Night Lord.
OOC: I dont even... Rorschach snarled at the Astarte's attempt to hold him down. Before he could do else more, Rorschach's jetpack coughed out its dark energy, sending him flying with the Dragon. At a higher point he aimed strait and spiraled down, his wings yet again blasting them both to the floor with incredible speed. "The dragon can fly! But can he land!?" Rorschach yelled, before insanely chuckling. Giving the Dragon two options. If he would continue his hold, he would feel the force of an Astarte crashing down on him with the added force of the jetpack, but to let go was to save himself. For now.
"The Dragon can pierce." He slammed his horn that grew out of his head into the right shoulder of Rorschach, piercing the shoulder though only enough to ruin the symbols and weakening it, not enough to tear into the flesh.
- Dyson Watching the remaining dregs run back to the ship's depths from whence they came gave the Iron Warrior a certain level of satisfaction. Next, Dyson overhears the Apothacary Seth mention the state of the medical bay. Walls and floor had been rend asunder. Med bed barricades had been damaged, and dozens of unconscious forms littered the floor. Especially close to a mysterious pool of water. "Unacceptable. Apothecary, see to the injured subhumans. The rest should focus on structural integrity, repairs, and... " Dyson trailed off as he noticed a problem. 'The number of bodies out way the number of remaining usable beds. Insufficient!' With that, Dyson took to repairing bed frames. Not caring for the ruined bedding. The sooner he finished, the sooner they'd have a place to put the mutants. "There is no rest for the villainess."
Fireteam Draco: Primary Objective: Secure the Med-Bay (Deck 2) Secondary Objective: Get a letter of recommendation from the Head Nurse Cryzarion the Phoenix - Thousand Son Sorcerer (@lord-watchman ) Dyson Oni - Aspiring Iron Warriors Warpsmith (@DaKaptin ) Grythan Konenos - Undivided Emperor's Children Raptor (@Nurianis ) Hydratus - Undivided Alpha Legionnaire (@DeathKorpsOfKrieg ) Seth - Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) <Head Nurse> "Ohhhh you started cleaning already? Well! Then keep going at it! Go Go you fine little boys!" She said, clasping her hands and even ruffling the hair of a female psyker (@Vulpas )
Argyle shuffled about not bothering with the maid's work, instead whenever there was a shift, mumble, mutter or twitch he was quick to deliver a firm boot or punch to keep them down and out. The other wretches could clean, he would oversee and make sure no one cleaned up a nasty fang filled surprise. Coming to a halt by one of the skinless hulks he sneered seeing one up on knees and palms trying to steady itself. Dropping knee first a shoulder he crashed down, cracking bone before closing his hands around its neck to strangle what little consciousness had wormed back into that thick skull. Hearing their Nurse's arrival he glanced back toward her. "Oh but of course we shall! " Putting on his usual flare of manners. "Pardon me Miss but I don't believe all of us have met entirely, few of us popped in to give the initial crew a hand. I am Argyle Voncarr, whom do I have the pleasure of addressing? "
Satharn didn't wait. He fired the bolter that was already aimed at the Black Dragon, and even took care not to hit his fellow Night Lord as he lifted the spiky Marine in black off the floor. Aiming for the legs, Tem shot again and then, with a fluidly practiced movement, mag-locked his bolter to his leg. The chainglaive whirred into life and he used his supernal strength to boost himself upward. The black downwash from the Raptor forced acrid smoke-scent through his rebreather. The scent of home. Leading with his weapon, Satharn leaped up and attacked the Black Dragon from below while he was being given his nice little lift by Rorschach. He knew that his arc would carry him up, across and down - not into the path of the soon to be falling Astartes, he reasoned, but across it. "Tag, brother," his hoarse voice chuckled across the voxnet.
Redeger helped put beds back in their places, even if they were now horrendously bent out of shape. Eventually though, he got tired of all the manual labour and decided on a slightly different method. Some of the mutants that were still moaning and groaning on the floor or now stumbling to their feet would do nicely. Invading their minds and taking control of the part of the brain used to control motor functions, now in the center of an elaborate mind control scheme he smiled to himself. Much better
OOC: hoped more input before moving on (especially da fight, but oh well!) Fireteam Inferno: Primary Objective: Kill an Astartes Secondary Objective: Record the murder Satharn Tem - Night Lords Astartes (@Jorimel ) Atax Echidna - Dark Mechanicus Slaaneshi (@Casavay ) Krax Brutalus - Black Legion Undivided Astartes (@Colapse ) Rorschach - Night Lords Astartes (@Xaphen ) The Black Dragon retracted his blades and simply 'dropped' on top of Satharn, having somehow twisted mid-air so he landed chest-first into the chainglaive of Satharn. It cut through the Power armor with huge effort, but eventually got stuck in his extreme mutated chest bones at which the glaive simply grinded but did not cut through. "DRAGON STRIKES FROM ABOVE!" He roared, grabbing the Night Lord by the left shoulder and aiming with the right extracted claw for his head, piercing through it and into the ear. What happened with the one he took a lift at, he cared little. But fact was that Rorschach probably had a safety landing now without another Astartes clinging on him. The servant of Echidna also got back to his legs, ready to strike again. Zadkiel himself cracked his neck before marching up to the Black Dragon to support the group. Fireteam Draco: Primary Objective: Secure the Med-Bay (Deck 2) Secondary Objective: Get a letter of recommendation from the Head Nurse Cryzarion the Phoenix - Thousand Son Sorcerer (@lord-watchman ) Dyson Oni - Aspiring Iron Warriors Warpsmith (@DaKaptin ) Grythan Konenos - Undivided Emperor's Children Raptor (@Nurianis ) Hydratus - Undivided Alpha Legionnaire (@DeathKorpsOfKrieg ) Seth - Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) <Head Nurse> "Novae Cabella. Head Nurse of the Lost Mercy. Now that you do such good work cleaning up this little mess, is there anything I can do for you? Refreshments perhaps?" She tilted her head and smiled. But let it not trick you. There was something uncanny about her. She looked like an Ordo Hospitaller Sister and she behaved like one. But something was horribly off with her demeanor. As if this nice, caring and young woman was nothing but a mask.
Fireteam Draco: Grythan leant up against the nearest wall, with his well-practised nonchalant mannerism returning in the blink of an eye. He could feel his body reverting from its combat state as his hearts regained their normal rhythms and his senses returned from their hyper-sensitive state. His body language made it perfectly clear that he wasn't doing any drudge work at all. He felt somehow......slower after the battle, as if his mind was rebelling against the return to the normal pace of life after experiencing the rush of combat, with no conscious thought his mind drew his attention towards the little things. The sound of water dripping from the damaged pipe into the puddle on the floor, the taste of electrical discharge in the air from when he activated his power sword, the slight smell of burnt mutant from where shock mauls had subdued them. The nurse was talking, he knew he should listen and his brain had received the words and stored them away for future recall, but he just couldn't be bother to listen to a human when such sensations were all about him. Grythan inspected this little Sister. She had a caring look about her, which sent alarm bells off in his mind. “When was the last time you saw someone genuinely care while in the service of Chaos” He kept that thought to himself. The Nurse had stopped talking and looked expectantly at the group, Grythan hadn't really noticed what she had said but he asked a question anyway. “What do you know about the Commander?” The words sounded slightly lyrical to Grythan. To everyone else they sound blunt and aloof.
