"Im sure id make a good batering ram as well" as the dread spoke he began leting his mind wander and search for any posible ships or other space fearing vessels that were in the local system and just outside of it
Fenix looked up to the ancient warrior, before taking her helmet from him and adding a short; "Thanks." She knew they hadn't commited what they were accused of. They're only option was to run and clear their own names. Less they become footnotes in some Inquisitorial Archive. Now was not the time to feel sorry for herself, but it was hard shifting from old habits. In the past, if things got too hairy all Fenix had to do was kill her employer and run to the next sector. That wasn't an option now... Not yet anyways. "Dartanian! You're okay!" Fenix takes the damaged servo-skull from Rocky, almost lost for words. "... You saved it... After everything I've said. You and Edd are just full of surpises. Thank you. You've no idea what this means to me." Fenix could see that Dart's float system and minor system were indeed damaged. Still unable to respond. The little skull was using all its remaining power just to stay active. But Fenix see that skull's dimly lit red eye flash in response to see Fenix. Next, Fenix cleared her eyes and turned to look at Mamaroth once more. "What are we waiting for? Let's get the bloody hell out of here!"
<Feron> Once their decisions seemed set in stone the Salamander had excused himself to make for the Armory intent on rearming in the event of enemy interception or perhaps a sudden mutiny that might put them all at risk. During this trip his vox system picked up on a number of security reports that their Knight was about to be detained near the Generatorium. Lips set into a thin line he made for a combat sprint to reach the area as swiftly as he could, bolter unlocked and at the ready as he pushed through the corridors the Astartes was within sight of the aftermath from Sigismund's scuffle in short order. "Sir Knight? Something you would care to explain? " Weapon tracked on him at his own hips height he wasn't really sighting in for a shot, at this distance wouldn't need to thus the stance was more a message to most. Without his helmet there wasn't much a means to set covert orders so he spoke thusly. "Relinquish all arms and submit Brother, whatever you're planning I'm more than certain we can talk through it. I'd rather not muddle this situation up with bloodshed amongst our own. " Standard bolter rounds were loaded up and rarin' to go, nothing fancy for the admittedly primitive armor but Feron had watched their Knight duel Astartes and had heard a thing or two about his encounter with the Eldar and wouldn't be underestimating him.
- Edd Things seemed to be going in fast forward. Sigismund was brandishing an Inquisitorial seal like the one Mamaroth had, only smaller. Then he was telling them to allow borders and threatening the crew with a grenade. Edd didn't know what to do, an engineer was hurt and stormtroopers were baring down on the knight. Was this a joke or was Sigismund a member of the unholy alliance? So Edd did the only rational thing he could think of. Edd stood between the troopers and Sigismund. Then, with bionic enhanced speed, reached out for the knight's grenade holding hand. Taking the human's smaller hand into his own, and Grasped it painfully. Crushing some of his fingers in the process. "Allies don't hurt allies! Sigismund, yer our ally right... Yer not a bad guy, right? We fight bad guys together!" Edd said with a distraught expression. Activating his vox in a desperate attempt for orders. "Rocky, anyone, wes got a problem en engineering... Sigismund Actin' funny. Do I crush him or wait for the rest of ya?"
<Feron> "Settle down Edd, don't crush him. We're trying to talk. " No order to relinquish him though, keep crushin his hand big guy! The Salamander sighed as he watched, if Sigismund dodged away his weapon would track him but he wouldn't fire.
"Fools! If we don't let them board we're all doomed! Every one of us struck from the records as traitors!" Try as he might, he couldn't shake the ogryn's grip. He felt bones crack as the hold tightened though, forcing him to the next extreme. Instead of trying to wrestle with someone who was arguably stronger than a space marine, Sigismund ripped the plasma grenade from his belt, pulled the pin with his teeth, and attempted to throw it at the nearest piece of machinery. Honestly he couldn't even attempt to see if it was important, he just threw it and hoped it would bring down the shields as the pain from his hand got yet more intense. "None of us will be able to go back, we have to let them board!"
After the eventful decisions had been made Amraphel made his way towards the ships forge, hoping to find a Techmarine or a normal mortal member of the Cult Mechanicus, who would be able to attach a new bionic hand to his bionic forearm. It didn't take long until he found a red robed tech adept, a creature half machine half man. "Fix my bionic limp, tech priest, and hurry for I feel I'll need to be combat ready soon." "As you wish Lord Astartes.", the adept replied with a mechanical voice. After that problem had been solved Amraphel started walking through the ships corridors, eager to get to the armoury, for he needed to aquire a new close combat weapon. While on the way he heard Edds voice on the vox; according to the ogryn the knight sigismund had betrayed them. This didn't really suprise him, he had fully anticipated that someone would meddle with the grand design Amraphel and his asociates had layed out. Any obstacles would have to be 'disposed of'. Amraphel resolved to arrange a private talk with the Chaplain once the Angelfall had translated into the warp. These were indeed interesting times. As he arrived at the armoury he looked for anyone to adress and to chose a new weapon.
<Feron> With super-human speed Feron opted to open fire going to blow Sigismund's arm off with a pair of precise shots rather than let him get a hold of the grenade. Something in him didn't want to kill the Knight, an invisible line he very much didn't want to cross; as once he had slain one- His thoughts halted for a moment as he nearly used the term loyalist within his own mind. Yet it was true no? What did that make them if they couldn't be labeled loyalist in their entirety? Renegades for a good cause? It was all bile upon his thoughts and despite knowing well they had fought threats to mankind at every step he couldn't help but internally rage. All this was lost to the rest if they looked at him, glowing embers for eyes betrayed nothing and his expression was unyielding as bedrock even as his shots either contacted or missed.
- Rocky Rocky smilled at both Fenix and Mamaroth's praises. Were Edd there, he might have only understood half of what was actually going on. But he would never have back away from a fight... It was then Rocky recieved his vox report. Chilling Rocky to the core. 'Sigismund, that two face son of a grox!' "Hold on Edd, don't crush him. Get him out of there and wait for support. We're about to enter warp travel, until then keep him alive! Do you understand?" - Edd Feron's bolts rang accross the small space between him, Edd and Sigismund. Edd hearing only parts of Rocky's message. Edd looked to the Salamander with a look of shock. 'He hurt knight boy, allies don't hurt allies'. Edd thought while continuing to crush Sigismund's hand. "Hurt" is subjective to Ogryn, not really used to pain beyond greivious wounds. Now the double agent was one hand less and Edd was still very confused. "Lord Feron, knight Sigismund, please stop. We-wes friends right? I got to get Sigismund out of here now... I-i-i'll go to medical an keep Sigismund there! So, no more hurting." Edd said on the verge of tears. His little brain working over time to process, while his implant told him to kill Sigismund as a threat. OOC: going MIA, about to take off. See you in two hours!
OOC: This assumes the arm was lost, if not then completely ignore the post <Feron> "Get him to the Apothecarion Edd, lobbing grenades isn't exactly friendly but he isn't the enemy. You two go along-" Pointing a hand toward a pair of Troopers whom had arrived on the scene. "Strip him of arms and armor if there is time, if not get him stabilized and in good condition before hand. " They had tried talking but, well he wasn't going to let a plasma grenade go off in their own ship and possibly take more lives than was needed. It felt like an invisible cord of some fashion had been snipped with those shots but he pushed the alien thought to the back of his mind for now while there were yet matters of security to deal with.
