Mors Heard Cries of Agony across the hall "It seems one of my brothers are near " He abandoned the storage bay and quickly head towards the sounds of agony but he quickly stop by a entire squad of serfs equip with Lasguns , " I Have no time for this foolishness " the serfs begin to fire at him

He knew lasguns do minor damage to his Power armor of old , he raise his bolt gun and one by one they all fell before him , he laughed at ensuring chaos , the death of loyalist scumbags even intensifies his Madness

then a lone serf charged right at him , but Mors quickly cast a Firebolt on him , Exploding the frail body of a human , " Now That's what i call Real Meat " That sounds of Death still filled the halls of the Spaceship , "I Must get to my brother Now " He thought in his mind as headed to the bridge

Azazael saw the other people of the assault storm off to preform their variation of business, and smiled under his helm. The older mix matched armor still took on the variation of a knight, but tiny warp runes had found their way to his armor. Azazael pulled his black cloak, bound in blood cooled chains, tight, and walked off the ramp. His mat black armor and cloak made him stand a stark contrast to the well lit area. He reached down, and unlocked a mag lock on his bolter. He checked the slide, and loaded a round in. placing a hand on his power sword, a strange sabre like construction, he began to walk down the hallway. He strode at an evan pace, unhurried and uneager as his fellows. He decided to make for the bridge as he walked.

It wasn't for some time till he finally met resistance. He rounded a corner, to the back side of some defenses the Ultramarine surfs put up. They scurried about, placing anything that could move in the path they defended. Wearing the only bit of armor in the group, a shaved man ordered the other serfs about. "Hurry," he spoke, "We have to buy time for the Angels! They have to secure the pakage!" Azazael watched, intruiged. He creeped around the corner, and sighted down his bolter, aiming at center mass of the armored mortal. The man waved at someone down another hall, and two serfs bearing an autocannon came on the scene. Azazael scowled. He quickly dodged behind view, and drew his sword, locked his bolter to his leg, and thumbed a grenade. He counted out the time, and hurled the fragmentation grenade.

A serf carrying the auto cannon was the first to hear the CLANK of the grenade hitting the floor. "Conta-" he was cut short by the explosion tearing him and many of his fellows apart. Azazael spared no second as he rusheded the deafed serfs. The commanding mortal looked up as the power sword bisected him. Another serf looked on in terror, a shotgun clutched loosely in his hands. Azazael simply punched the man into the wall, shattering many of the bones in his body. Azazael caught sight of a serf trying to right the auto cannon, and quickly kicked the gun away. He picked the man up by his throat, and pulled him close. "This pakage, what is it?" He sheaths his sword. "I don't know, they wouldn't tell us! Please! I don't want to die!" Azazael cocks his head to one side. "Where is it? Tell me, and you can live." The light of hope flares in the mortals eyes, he points down a hallway. "The bridge, guarded by the Astartes. Now please, master, let me go." Azazael looks down the hallway. He then jams his knife into the mans chest. "Thank you," he speaks as the life drains from the man and he grows slack in Azazaels hand. He disappears again, as the man falls to the ground, lifeless.

Finally approaching the ships plasma core, Alviss pauses just outside to listen to binaric prayers to the Machine God emanating from within. Once he would have heard the logic of the chant and joined in whole heartedly. Now however he knew truth of the galaxy, logic had no true power, Chaos ruled the stars not order. Stomping through the portal to chamber the Warpsmith emits a burst of scrap-code and false equations. As the Tech-priest within turns to face him, Alviss grins at the notes of panic that entered the binaric chanting.

The priest brought up mecandrites loaded with las weaponry, but before it could fire several plasma blasts impacted across its heae and torso. Lowering his pistol, Alviss turns to the console the adept was working at. Bringing up the system commands, he begins cutting power to the ships systems starting with those of the bridge.

Proditum had wanted to take some of those kraken bolts, but since they were now covered in slime, he didn't really want them. Instead he found some dragon- and hellfire bolts, he was about to leave when he saw one box with a large aquilla on it. Grinning he busted it open and found one clips worth of vengeance rounds, he had once seen these in action. They exploded with same force of normal rounds, but armor was no problem against them, the explosion simply destroyed it like flesh!

Looking around the room he saw a hand flamer and took it, it would no doubt be useful against these masses of serfs. As he heard the plague marine walk towards the door and start firing out, he decided the nurgelite had that covered. In the mean time he found a spare suit of nearly constructed armor, finally he could use his armor for it's true purpose. He touched the armor and slowly any onlooker could see the alpha marine's armor start to change from a dark navy blue to the light blue of the ultramarine armor, he continued pilfering any objects that took his fancy while his armor changed and a white omega sign slowly burned itself on to the cermaite.

Orghast watched the lesser Sorcerer engulf his plagued enemies in fire and frowned. "Damnit. " Shaking his head he turned toward the armory and saw the other pilfering it. Pleased he decided he could guard things till the cultist came aboard to steal everything of worth and the Plague Marine began his advance. "What is the status of everyone? " His voice gurgled on the line to those who had comms devices, busying himself with gunning down more of the serfs until their numbers slackened and they gave up on the assault to deal with trouble elsewhere. His cloud of flies had descended on the nearest bodies breaking them down as the floor became a carpet of hairy insects and his own swarm grew larger and larger. With a simple command he sent them into the vents to plague those living on the ship and disrupt their activities. "Yes little ones....feast! "

"Quite a show Alpharius" Karg-zar smiled as he entered the armory, "Perhaps I'll give you a call when my assault bike is due for a paint job." After he took note of few suits of armor, he tried to remember to come back here once the killing is over and replace couple of his own more damaged armor's parts. Seeing there is nothing else of interest, he walked over to door where the Plague Marine was shooting.

"Are any still living?" he asked as he peered through the hallway, noticing that nothing moved past couple of plague flies festering on the serfs corpses. So far he showed much restraint and seemed normal. So far.

Proditum looked at the new arrival: "I don't remember you at the briefing, not that it matters, we must simply kill everything that does not follow chaos." after a pause he continued: "Ah but yes, he also said something about keeping the navigator and astropath alive. Should be fairly easy." After he was done looting he decided to also head towards the bridge.

"They have all gone to Nurgle now. " Orghast marched down the hallway only to see the Corsair now daubed in the light blue of the Ultarmarines wander past. "Hmmm, I will stay here for the moment and watch the Amory. Make sure none of their little ones try to detonate the supplies out of spite. " The Plague Marine shambled back into the Armory, shifting through this and that while he was on guard duty. The lights were flickering and dieing aboard the ship and Orghast grinned, the shadow of death had taken on a some what more literal form on the Frigate and he was deeply pleased by the symbolism.

''Brothers, the serfs are reporting enemy movement, tracking in our direction. There's only one way in, and one way out of this bridge. I want all guns focused on the entrance,'' the Ultramarine sergeant said.

''I want the heavy bolter suppressing anyone trying to come through that door, and the plasma gun should be used to pick off anyone the heavy bolter misses. The rest of you conserve your ammunition, fire only at confirmed targets,'' he continued. ''Stay behind cover, and trust in your brothers!''

''Odius,'' he said, turning to the human serf, ''arm yourself. We'll need all the help we can get.''

Suddenly the lights to the bridge went out, and all illumination left the ship. The bridge, now as blackened as the void of space itself, fell silent. The loyalist marines helmets allowed them to penetrate the dark, but the human serfs were left without sight. Alren could detect their fear, though it remained unspoken.

''Brothers, we must not be deterred. Odius, try to get emergency power online.''

Berzerker stepped over a corpse and kicked it in the head, sending the dead man's skull over to the other side of the armory. "As the lord wishes it, my Chameleon friend," Karg-zar answered and turned around and walked out of the room. So far, he noticed only serfs defending this ship.

Lousy cockroaches, not much of a sport. So where could I find real enemies. Other Marine spoke something about Navigator and Ast...? Ast....? Astartes? YES that's it! I need to kill Loyalist Marines! He roared cheerfully as he ran down the hallway, but after a dozen meters he stopped. Hm, but where to find these dogs? Then it occurred to him that it would be much easier to follow others then to wander around aimlessly. Berzerker quickly ran back to the room, and waited patiently for Proditum to finish his work. "You are smart. I'll follow you and you will lead me to our enemies!" he stated and once the other Marine left the room, Karg-zar was right behind him.