Crysial, realizing the change in surroundings, pulls out his shield and sword. The cramp corridors of the Space Hulk will render the warscythe completely useless. He process down the corridor where the commotion took place and finds the three combatants with the charred crisp of a corpse. He turns to the others. "Mortals, we should head for the bridge. Your kind does not do well in environments bathed in so much warp energy. This one is a perfect example of that" Gestures to Hadar.
OOC: Also Urian, are you negating my necrodermis shell? Because in regular lore if I'm not being attacked or hit, I'm slowly (you can make it as slow as possible, but there needs to be progress) regenerating the metal on any wounds.
trying to get up and recover equipment, and go in battle stance, looking nervously at the back. "Fir Yef Fir" "Fir i gof my fcarf Fir"
Crysial turns to the human sergeant. "It seems this one's vocal processors have been damaged, is he combat ready? I detect multiple hostiles in the vicinity, and we do not have the numbers to carry a liability."
I didn't know that sorry! I guess necron units get a slow health reg! OOC: I let you some time until I will "force" you to get moving (so that your characters can get known to eachother and what not)
This was the first time the Sergeant had met a Necron. It's probably one of those skitarii the tech priest keep praising, he quietly thought to himself. "He'll be fine. The kid's just learning." "Just lead the way, Sparky. We got your back.", Brisk gestured with his thumb towards the whiteshield and the Chaos Marine.
Crysial holds the dispersion shield in guard position, and with the hyperphase sword at ready, proceeds cautiously but quickly North, scanning for any lifeform and possibly an way up to the bridge.
The scans were useless as the space hulk seemed to absorb any of those scans into the walls. Though nothing was to be seen... The presence could be felt.... The presence of death..... Blood across the halls and in the distance steps were heard, some lighter, some harder. But whatever it was, it echoed through the halls.
