3 hours later: "sir!" the sargent wispered to Magos. "the ship is across the field. there are 20 chaos at a opening on the left but there sames to be a battle taking place over there what do we do sir?
Magos seemed a bit unnerved at the mentioning of another Chaos attack.He crouches and tries to study the battle more closely,to see whom is fighting whom.He uses his enhanced bionic eyes to zoom in to the latest detail! He sees...
Magos see's 10 chaos marines, 5 raptors, and 5 havocs all fighting three spacewolfs. Magos got a signal he zoomed in more to see a injered spacewolf as well as a spacemarine from a legion that you didnt know of.
"It appears there are some loyalist Astartes there fighting heretics!We must aid them"said Magos fervently as he could trought his vox-cast.He turned to the Guardsman "Sergent we have to follow that treeline and get behind their backs.That is the only logical course of action considering how we have the element of surprise at our side." Magos turns to the injured Guardsman that was being carried by servitors.Nerin started vox-broadcasting in Low Gothic: "Guardsmen Orin...you are staying here.I cannot risk having you being carried in battle like that.You`ll hinder servitors performance.I`ll need your Grenade Launcher,all your Krak grenades and that ring of yours.If you didnt knew..that ring is a weapon an archeotech-anicent technology from ages past.It is a digi-weapon bound in a shape of a ring i`ll need it in the battle to come." Magos turns away from Orin and stares at the Sergent and another survivor Guardsman:"As a matter of fact i`ll need all your Krak and Frag grenades".
they sargent replied "yes sir you heard him men give'em to him!" (you gained 3 krak and 8 frag grenades.) orin looked at you from eye to eye and said "because you are the captain of this mission i will let you barrow it but you must return it to my hand after you have finished the job you need it for." then he handed you the ring. "sir when do we get going?" the sargent in the backround. im back .....
One of the Magos`s mechadendrite tentacles reached out for the ring.It was fashioned in silvery-light color and looked unremarkable.Maybe something you`d find on a street of a Hive World in the laymans terms..you couldnt get two Thrones for it.But to the trained eye...it was a relic of the past.A past when technology reigned free and the light of science and reason beamed across the starts.Until mankind almost doomed itself..or so the Magos`s internal holo-disks said. Nurin chanted something in binaric before he touched the ring with his,still preserved biological arm.If one could make judgment of venerable Magos`s expression...it was the one of satisfaction. Magos took the grenades and approached his Battle-Servitor with a still powered up Webber.He opened a hatch on his back..and among the gortesque mix of flesh,adamantium soddered bones and circuitry,Magos intergrated all of his krak and five frag grenades.He connected one of the grenades to the Servitors circuits and closed the hatch. He walked infront of the Battle-Servitor,made the sign of Aquilla and broadcasted in High Gothic:"Praise be thy who goes unto the battle.Praise be thy who makes the sacrifice in the name of the Machine God.."the rest of the sentence was sprouted in binary and illegible to someone who is not privy to the sacred and anicent language of the Cult Mechanicus.Servitor turned emotionlessly and disappeared into the forest-line leaving behind Webber in the Magos`s hands. Magos Nurin turned to the Sergeant and broadcasted in Low Gothic:"Sergeant...we have the element of surprise...we must suprise the enemy by approaching them from the back.We follow that tree-line as silently as we can and while Emperor`s Astartes keep them busy we`ll jump them from behind.I hope we wont have to sacrifice our lives...but if it comes to that...do not grief.We do the Omnissiahs service by not allowing these traitors to get their hands on that warship!"
the sargent gave one of his rare smiles and said "i intind to." before telling his men to attack from rear with "style". creeping along the tree line you heard a sound behind you then a wisper "dont move you are ontop a mine"
Magos looked at the man behind him with a confused stare...or what would be a confused stare for one that replaced his organic eyes.It was the shocked face of the Sergeant that welcomed his augmented sight.Magos looked toward his feet and indeed he felt a certain square object beneath his left foot. A grave silence fell upon the men.Only the sounds of battle were heard.A battle that two loyalists were fighting against impossible number and terrible foe! His internal cogitators started whrling and he started calculating and searching for any malfunction in his ocular sensorium.He has enhanced sight to the proportions of an inhuman level...he would be able to spot something rudementary as a simple mine!He knelt while keeping the pressure in his left leg constant. Mathematical probability for a Magos to step over a mine is close to none.Nothing can sneak upon a Magos of Cult Mechanicus yet...can he still fell prey to his own folly?He didnt know answer to that...he never met a Magos who died such a stupid death and he lived larger then standard human life. "The process to start burrowing the mechadendrites and start tearing piece by piece a mine is a too long of a process.I do not have the required time!!"he spoke more soundly then he intended it too.That last part of the sentence was thought out loud...something also rarely happens to a Magos."One is for sure"-said Magos to himself "this is no ordinary mine.Probably some heretechs spawn or a acursed xenotech.I could always power up my Ion Shield...personal damage would be close to zero,but the Guardsman arent shielded as i am and i need them for battle!" While searching in his internal holo-disks for a quick solution he duged out a recent entry.An archeotech finding.His bionic eyes glowing a little brighter,he gazed upon his biological arm."The ring....praise the Omnissiah". As he chanted a prayer to the Omnissiah he powered up the infamous digi-weapon from the Dark Age of Technology...maybe even earlier...and pointed it at the mine". The beam of blue light was silent...but quite a flash.Guardsman had to hide their eyes...lucky for the Magos he didnt have to.Mine was no longer there...incinirated by the strange weapon from an ages long past. Guardsmen looked in wonder as the Magos turned and said "Move foward silently...and pray to the Omnissiah they didnt saw that."
