<Sho'nohak> "Any ship should have a number of such personnel on board. Anyone else? Might need to start breaking into every room we can and trying to find survivors who fit the bill, try and knock some sense into them before we're drowning in daemons. " Whilst the Salamander didn't exactly share the smile as was so very clear in his voice he wasn't resigned to death either, a grim sort of determination clear in his tone.
''Negative, brother. We're receiving reports of mass damage to the engineering areas. Shipwide communication has failed. If the gellar field is beyond our repair then you must find an engineer down there who can repair it. We're also showing that the automated defence guns are offline--perhaps powering them back up will help thin the tide of daemons and traitors,'' the sergeant said. On the corridor outside of the room that Salamaders were in, came an outbreaking of fighting. Men battle daemon and fellow men alike, as the madness of the warp gripped the crew.
-The Flaming Fox "Didn't the inquisitor have a techpreist with him. I once remember hearing inquisitors some times have them with them for missions." jager suggested. OOC heading to bed
''The inquisitor had a techpriest with him, yes. But his whereabouts are unknown. His last known location was the private crew quarters, along with the rest of the retinue,'' Sergeant Threlvar said.
"Hah! Brother sho'nohak that migth just be the best course of action. Let's head out get the gunturrets online and grab any survivors along the way. We should take the lasercutter along, just in case. Now let's go out and bring the light of the emperor to those heretics and save our mortal charge." Standing up and lifting the bolter to firingposotion scribe is ready to head out as soon as his comrade signaled the affirmative. "The others will keep the perimeter up." Voxing to the sergant :" brother sergant, status? "
<Sho'nohak> Bolstered by his Brother's faith in the plan Sho'nohak began issuing various orders. "Chaplain take the charge and bring any who still yet cling to sanity and the Emperor's grace back into our charge we'll gather them here, Jager, Mytis you two good to hold the area? " He knew Jager's Multi-Melta could quite easily clear out any mass of foes approaching the entrance way and Mytis himself was a reliable brother in his experience, one capable of holding back and taking to the less glorious of jobs without complaint. "Zhu, Soreth, Scytella and Scribe I advise we form a combat squad, we'll push out into the ship and reclaim the automated defenses and get them back online. " It seemed a sound enough plan until he heard the news that there might be a Tech-priest aboard whom could help them. "Zhu, Scortella and Mytis might wish to pursue the lead on the Tech-Priest while Scribe, Scytella and our Chaplain advance with myself toward automated defenses and embattled enclaves of survivors. " Always referring to their Chaplain as simply that had become a habit, not something of disrespect but solemn acknowledgement of the duty he had undertaken and the distance it required. It would always feel alien to him not acknowledge one as a Brother but he would afford Tsen'tal that respect.
"Acknowledged" with that simple transmition scribe got up and broke into a tactical pace, taking point of the proposed diamond formation. Just a few moments down the hallway sounds of battle met his ears and indeed he spotted a group of guardsmen in frenzied hand to hand combat. Breaking his stride every few steps the sound of footsteps is replaced by the barking of a bolter picking off the obvious maddened men. A few meters before standing amidst friend and foe his weapon failed to cycle in another round, the bolt locking open. A quick glance to his tactical displays' ammoreader and the weapons breech later confirmed that the magazine was empty. A breath later the bolter was maglocked to his tigh, sidearm and combatbladedrawn. In the next step he breaks into full charge with a warcry reaounding through his armors speakers. "INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE!" His melee combat lacked the ponderous grace of so many of his brothers, calling themselves swordsmen. Instead it was of savage and brutal efficiency, abrupt, short and powerful strikes dispatching as many enemies in as little time as possibles. Drawing the sane and still loyal mortals bacl towards his brothers as he waded through a sea off madness and carnage. Edit: excuse the typos and the lack of propper apostrophs. Im on the tablet right now and its a hassle
<Sho'nohak> "UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!" The Salamander intoned in response stepping up right alongside his Battle Brother to split the duties of combat. Where knife struck chainsword followed to guard against any opening made and where one bolt pistol barked a second followed spitting death at their foes and denying the enemy cheap shots on either. A crazed serf brandishing a combat knife meant for a warrior far larger than himself lunged at them with the Astartes weapon clutched in both hands. How it was obtained was beyond him but Sho'nohak was deterred not, side stepping the clumsy stab and swinging his chainsword back, letting it's hilt perform the job as it slammed into the back of his foe's neck snapping it then and there before the weapon was brought forward running through another mad man. OOC: Off to bed! Bot Sho'nohak as needed until I awake!
Mytis did what was asked of him, moving with caution to cover the door that was the entrance to the Geller field generator room, and from his position right by the door, could see the battle outside. So he chipped in with aimed bolter fire to aid his brothers fully in the tide of battle. Stay here and hold this room. Simple task, but a task nonetheless.
