- Rocky and Edd Edd kept his mouth shut, doing his usual thing. However, this time he had been given paper and a large writing tool. Looked like a large crayon, the color black. (It's the inquisition). Edd way bust at work with, surprisingly enough, a map. While his BONE'ead implant recorded useful information, Edd's subconscious was influenced by the imwges giving him inspiration. He took particular care with the inquisitorial I and skull. 'I can't wait ta show Rocky me picture.' He thought, not a care in the world for the dangers the Death Planet ahead of them. Rocky was once again thinking of how he could get out of this. 'How can they expect me to go into a meat grinder like that? I'm a navy Rat for Emperor's sake! I deliver slates and report spacial movements. Three dimensional combat inside the well armed, armored, target with void shields was one thing. This was walking into death!' "Hey Mamaroth, might I make a suggestion? Why don't you have a team to deploy as back up for any who need some? They would have to remain behind, but I have confidence in our team's abilities to react to developing situations... from the ship. What do you think?"
Draconion smiles at Steinar's familiar bluster and bombast. "Ironically, Brother Wolf, our contact may well be the very last clean man left on the planet. So no punching or sitting on or calling him hurtful names, at least not till he grows extra eyes or a set of tentacles. " Completing the last of the pre-flight checks, he signals flight control. "Thunderhawk One to flight control - we are ready for launch, compliments to Lord Mamaroth."
Commissar's jaw tightened as he heard with his own ears the "unformal" way the Ratling was talking to his Commander, but he was eased by Chaplain's sincere smile. "I think that ship will be engaged in void combat and will have to worry about other things, the last of it offering help to the ground forces. We know the Angels of Absolution's cruiser is in high orbit and we can only guess that the presence behind the 2nd moon is something which has to do with the Alpha Legion - I personally expect another contingent of the enemy force that will move to intercept us the moment we come in range. So if you really think you'd be safer up here, I'm giving you permission to test it yourself." <Time Jump> Once the briefing was over, the entire crew moved to the armory and then to the hangars below. After each of the team members was done picking up his gear, they soon found themselves into a busy hangar 2, where crews of serfs were being transported into cargo ships alongside chimeras and Leman Russ tanks. Commissar Strauss oversaw the preparations, his oversized fist pointing wherever needed. Teams that went on Flanks had their own transport ships while the biggest bulk that went in the Center was gathered around the main transport, the team that went there arriving just as their Predator, "Ultima Vale", was being loaded up. "I see we are going down there together this time?" Sitri, the Marine from the Lords of Destruction Chapter grinned at the newcomers. "Just point us at the right direction and me and my beauty shall do whatever you wish of us. On my soul, it shall be!" On the other side of the hangar, the warriors who were designated to go with the Chaplain and serve as a relief force found him in front a huge craft, the vessel visible to everyone inside of the wide chamber. Its big hull was black and had a sign of the Inquisition on it, but it didn't look like anything the Inquisition used. Bulkier and larger than a usual Thunderhawk, this vessel carried much more armament with it, making it look quite intimidating. To those who knew such things, they would instantly recognize it as a relic of the past, the dropship designated as a Stormbird. And on its hull, besides other markings, it had a red cup painted on it, below it words "Chalice of Agony". "This is the pride of our fleet, the most valued vehicle in my command besides the ship itself," the Chaplain spoke, the rest of them seeing him for the first time in his full war panoply. His highly artificed armor was black and silver, complementing the bone white Skull helm that covered his aristocratic face. On it, there was a single red tear below the right eye, a symbol known only to few of his old comrades while an iron halo which points were shaped to mimic tears surrounded it. The long pelt of some wolf-like beast fell across his shoulders and back, where an archaic-looking winged jump pack was mounted, proving that this man always had a particular taste for melee combat. In his hands, black axe "Ill Omen" pulsed with unhidden savagery, acting as conduit between Chaplain's feelings and the outside world, while an Angelous pattern bolter was mounted on his other arm, the prized weapon of Sanguinary Guard in his possession as well. "It won't be long now. Lets get inside and await for Jannika's signal." "Roger that," the serf in charge responded. "Await the Realspace entry in minus 15 minutes." "Was that some kind of a badly put joke?" Steinar asked, thinking about that part where Draconion separated those who are clean and those who are dirty, "Because if it is, I don't find it funny!" Wide grin on his face was changed into a scowl. "Damned Dark Angels and all of their ilk. Honorless curs, all of them. Mark my words Salamander, the only thing we will find down there is a heretic lair and they won't be happy to see us. But who cares, I just hope you knew what you were doing when you made this power fist, because if it malfunctions the last thing I'll do before I die is strangle you with it!"
"Affirmative, Flight Control. Thunderhawk One standing by for launch, over and out." Turning to Steinar, he says, "I have heard of the Lionites' reputation, but this man may be all that is left of a proudly loyal Chapter's legacy, so please control yourself, Brother. I mean it - NO hitting him or provoking him verbally until I uncover any taint in him. " Turning back to the instrument panel, he deadpans, "As for hitting me with that power fist, you will find that I have built safeguards against that - should you attempt anything of the sort, all it will do is flash a rude gesture and then bury itself up to the elbow in your arse. Now, get buckled in. We have to be ready to go at any moment."
Passing by the armoury, Sigimund picked up 2 blind grenades and a plasma grenade. Smoke would be vital to get close enough for the demolisher and his lance to do their work. After that the knight made to ready his horse for battle, saddling her and affixing the armour that Angelous had made. With armour on both him and his steed, Sigismund went to survey the troops that had been allotted to their flank. Rank upon rank of faces stared forward obediently, all ready to die in the Emperor's name. It did truly remind him of the old days, before the green menace had come and destroyed all. He sought out Doraillius, wishing to discuss their battle plan for the flank: "I suggest we send a vanguard forward with smoke bombs, as soon as we enter their firing lines we can pop smoke and get close enough to get inside the trenchs with less losses, where we can wrap up the entire line or break into the fortress itself depending on the situation."
As Volorox wen't by the armory he grabbed one clip of kraken bolt rounds and one clip of vengeance rounds for his bolt pistol as he wen't he grabbed 1 krak grenade, 1 plasma grenade and 1 melta bomb in case they ran into anything heavy on the way. As he saw the chaplains ship he was amazed at the gunship a beauty of imperial craftsman ship and looked like it could be put to good use in battle where air spot may be needed. He kept his new power halberd close as he was ready with the others to begin the mission. he kept his power halberd with him his wrist mounted flamer and bolt pistol at his side.
The Blackshield was quick to gather all of his gear. Taking three frag grenades, just in case the Ancient would needa group destroyed. Then he received two Kraken magazines from a Techmarine. Presented in a case. They were considered the best that the Armory had forged. Saved for special occasions, for times in great need. He received a new Bolter, or at least it looked new. Nothing special about it, maybe the last had just gone through too much wear. Lastly he received the axe. The Axe of Ultramar, like the name suggested, it was shaped into a masterpiece axe. Only the mighty Honor Guard of the Ultramarines, wielded a weapon similar to this caliber. Unlike the originals, this one was forged in the deathwatch armory, no less by one of the Ultramarine Chapter. Too bad it carried such a terrible omen with it... Now completely armed, he moved out with his squad to the hangar. The sight of the Stormbird was a magnificent beast. This vehicle had been apart of the greatest time of the human race. While it pleased him to see it, he slowly built up rage. It just reminding him why this bird had been extinct. Traitors. The same that they were about to face... After gazing at the machine for almost a whole minute. He slowly moved to the Dreadnought, "I will be assisting you as the Chaplain said, but I will keep my self scarce, if you wish."
OOC team reminders: Team Finding Lukion: @Draconion Steinar Center Force (aka our mailed fist!): Feron @DeranVendar Jean @Shadhunter Edd (& Rocky?) @DaKaptin Fenix @PorOborosCain Sitri (with his Predator) Commissar Strauss Left flank\wing (support): Tempestus @lord-watchman Icelos @Xaphen Right flank\wing (demolition experts): Dorallius @Grall_Stonefist Sigismund @Loldoom Chaplain's "guard" (shock troops): Creature @Grall_Stonefist Amraphel @DeathKorpsOfKrieg Volorox @Vulpas Marmaroth Kajar Gaius
"Thats a fine plan, but for such a thick smoke cover, we will need more smokescreens than one, so i will also carry some." Dorallius answered back to the knight, he hadent picked up any yet, but he could go get 2 within a minut, "once we get close, it will be no problem taking down the walls."
<Briefing> "Fair point keep Sirius inside the Rhino have him deploy mid-field with us, plant Gaius on the right flank since we've a Dreadnought anchoring the left. We'll have at least one medicae adjacent to each zone of advance in case either one is busy elsewhere. " <Armory> Feron had taken to the armory with the plan of kitting himself out for counter-Astartes operations. Two clips of Kraken, a clip of Witch Bolts and a Clip of Dragonfire should do easily enough. Grenades were another simple affair of two Kraken and a frag to keep himself flexible having already surmised a number of unique approaches his new grenade launcher might be able to take advantage of. <Hangar> At last he mustered himself toward the Hangar for load up going to find two particular individuals he wanted by his side in the fight: Edd and Jean. "Sister Jean, Edd I've a request for the both of you. Regardless of my position in command I'll still be in the thick of it and I require the talents you two have in spades, namely Edd's resilience and absolute lack of concern for weapons fire and Jean I'd like your eyes and mind nearby covering whatever bases I may miss in the heat of the moment. " Were Rocky nearby giving the Ogryn a pre-drop prep talk he would address him next, or in the lack of the Rattling it would be turned toward Edd once more. "Do not worry I won't be needlessly throwing a life away or telling you to eat las-cannons, just always good having a solid block of soldier who'll make sure we aren't forced to take a step back and can keep the pressure up on the enemies of the Emperor. " @Shadhunter @DaKaptin
