OOC: Apologies wasn't feeling well so I kinda fell down on my bed and died for a few hours. I have returned though!
The Mymearan was in his Nightshade Interceptor, having quickly accessed the data core, he was ready for the mission. Once the ship would emerge at it's destination, the Nightshade would start and the Wave Serpent would follow... The plan was basically dangerous, but nothing beyond the skills of this Crimson Hunter.
Liriasol listened to the Farseer's outline for the future and wondered: how much was forseen? It was idle he knew, no Seer ever really explained their plans to the uninitiated. The laconic Ranger didn't mind so much; he didn't fancy explaining the ballistics of a perfect sniping shot from half a mile away to a runeslinger, however skilled, either. Catching sight of the Commorraghan ally they were to work with did nothing to raise his levels of trust, though he did feel an increased urge to find that sniper's nest. Liriasol quieted his levels of concern and forced himself to observe their transport, his brother and sister soldiers, and to follow obediently to take a seat in that transport when the time came. Come on, he told himself. Nothing ventured ... did you take this Path to have a safe and easy time? [OOC Deran! Don't die! ]
OOC: Too late. I'm a zombie now dear. <Redren> Watching one of their Dark kin appear on the hololith was certainly...an experience. "An it just keeps escalating, oh what have I gotten my self into?"Herded out with the rest to their Hangar he looked upon the mournful coloring of their Serpent and tipped his head. "Trying to drain the life from us already Farseer? We aren't even being shot at yet and this here vehicle has me feeling 'perky' rather than ecstatic, I should be feeling the latter if we're going to be taking on such an endeavor! " Allowing himself a brief chuckle he boarded without hesitation. <Desek> With little to honestly say regarding any of the events Desek resigned himself toward entering in silence, finding a seat and entering into pre-combat meditation. Staring into the pale crimson hued lens of his helm for the briefest of moments he lifts it up, slides it on and submitted himself to the view of his new mask.
<Architect> Emerging from Warp-space, the Anamnialocii Void Stalker found itself alone amidst a sizeable gathering of Imperial vessels. Inside the Serpent, the host could hear the communications going on about the bridge. "We've intercepted a transmission from the mon-keigh" said a Steersman. "Make my day" said the recognizable voice of Aranethyr, followed by some laughters. "Aye." An annoyingly high-pitched voice - just like any humans' - was then heard. "What in the Emperor's name is that Eldar ship doing? Blast it out of my sight!" A single explosion was heard in the distance, and the human voice was cocky no more. "What? What do you mean 'revealed themselves'? How many? Emperor preserve us... Engage! Engage! Purge the Xeno!" The sounds of a massive battle then begun - not through the Serpent's communication system, but from outside.
[OOC I leave you for a couple of hours and now you're undead. Khainedamnit.] Kara watched and listened, her mind already made up. It was good to see her brother from Biel-tan sharing in her enthusiasm, and she noted how his rare smile lit up his face. She made a note to see if she could perhaps get him to smile more often. For now though, the morale of the squad seemed mostly good. No sense in approaching life with a dour facade: it seemed to her that the Eldar of Ulthwe already had that covered. She made her way over to the Wave Serpent. The low-key blue of the hull made an excellent camouflage for deployment in an ice-field, but less so, she felt, in space. Before embarking she laid a hand on the hull, closing her eyes for a moment and communing silently not with any spirits that might be involved, but just as a gesture of respect for the vehicle itself, as a knight riding to battle in ancient tales might with their steed. Then she hopped up over the threshold, looking around her with interest before taking a seat next to Redren. "So! You work in three dimensions, as do I. How would you negotiate a flight like this, Sky-brother?" She was interrupted from her conversation by the Farseer's transmission, and instantly she returned to battle-vigilance. The time for socialising was over. With concentration she slowed her breathing and put on her helmet, activating the Aspect she kept within herself. Now she was Kara'shanwe, Warp Spider of the Shrine of the Spider Ascendant, and she was in thrall to Khaine.
The Mymearan connected to the Wave Serpent as his ship made for the exit of the Void Stalker. "Follow as fast as you can." His voice was harsh, straight, strong. It was as his statue made him talk like that and though he wasn't visible, the sensation of him being a giant was within his voice. And also it was more of an order than a suggestion. As the Nightshade made out, the Crimson Hunter was already aware of the entire situation, making out the entire fleets which opposed and picking his target.
<Architect> Engaging its flight protocols, the Serpent followed the Hunter out of the hangar, still kilometres away from their target. The enemy flagship was a Retribution Class battleship, it's sides were covered in still smoke as it's myriad of cannons let loose pollution into space, trying to pin the nearly invisible Eldar fleet. Around their flagship, the Imperials also had two Exorcist Class cruisers and five Cardinal Classes - as well as a plethora of smaller ships and fighters. Riding to meet them was the Vent Iladre, lead by the Intemperate Phantom (Void Stalker). The corsair fleet counted with four Shadow Class Cruiser and a good number of smaller, faster gunships and fighters.
A slight chuckle escaped the Avengers lips as he lifted his plumed helmet from under his arm to atop his head. Sliding it gently over his crown to envelope him in its loving hold. Having boarded with the others, he found a spot not far from his kindred Biel-Tanii, and not far from his Iyandin and Saim-Hann kin as well. The helmet sparked to life for him, revealing the targeting array built into it that was synched with his Catapult. Which he habitually brushed with his now free hand, as if satiating a dogs need to be petted. Or touched by its master. A deep breath in, and a deep breath out. A deep breath in, and a deep breath out... ...Time was running short for the Imperials within that bucket of steel they called a ship. Him, his brothers and sisters, have come to rue the day they were born. After several seconds he said to Desek and Redren: "Excited? Elated?" In a rather playful, and nonchalant manner. If one could see his face below the armored helmet, they could see him smiling once more. Though this was mostly aimed at Desek, as he was quiet amongst the three infront of him. Sparing a glance towards his sister of Biel-Tan for a moment, before looking at Desek and Redren again. (OOC: Hope you are feeling better Deran! Also, LET THE AGGRESSIVE LIKE BUTTON HITTING BEGIN!)
