<Feron>
In the several seconds of twisting hallway that he found himself being cast about like a stone in a blender Feron was able to pinpoint a rough idea of what happened as the powerful vacuum created by the breach drew him out. Activating his mag-soles he anchored himself to a drifting piece of bulkhead and then disengaged giving them a kick off to at least arrest his movement and put him into a more neutral float. From there an Ork corpse was grabbed for use as a sort of flotilla using it to pull himself that much closer. A younger Astartes might of been a bit more at loss here, or at the least be taking longer to get a grasp on what actions were to be taken but a steady mind and a steady hand were his to command as usual and the Veteran trekked back to the vessel, closing in to clasp his hands on a waving coolant tube that had been split in twain during the blast. Wrapping both arms about it he started to crawl along until he could reach the jagged edge of their wounded vessel, grasping a damaged sheet of metal to haul himself back inside and slam his boots toward the ground mag-boots at the ready.

"Feron to all stations, status reports now! " Hell it was a mystery if communications would even still be up but it needed testing none the less. Immediately he began to trudge his way through the deafening quiet of the darkened halls, lights blown out and any sounds lost to the void. His first goal was to reach the bridge as quickly as possible.

<Boarding Action - Marmaroth, Sirius, Draconion, Amraphel, Icelos>

<Sirius Jules>

His eyes widened under his helmet and without second thought he stormed out of the room, most likely the closing door making the decision somewhat easier for him. Sirius entrusted the Son of Corax and the Blackshield to resolve the Ork invasion in the chamber.

"Draconion, attempt to regroup with Amraphel and Icelos!" The Apothecary yelled over squad-wide vox before bashing an Ork in the face with his shield, getting him simply out of the way. He then leaped high, kicking himself off the railway, shooting himself toward the Chaplain as if he was to catch him.

"I know how it is to get lost on a ship! I won't let the same happen to any other brother if I can help it!!!" His concern was alone with Marmaroth. In all honesty, Amraphel, Icelos and Draconion all three were disposable. Kajar had the melee talent of Amraphel. Icelos had yet to prove that he was truly an infiltrator like his chapter would demand him to be. And Veritas was the very most capable psyker Sirius had seen so far, surely Draconion was talented, but how was he to compete with a Furioso Dreadnought pattern?

Marmaroth on the other hand... A reborn Flesh Tearer with a holy mission, not to forget that Sirius owed his life to him. To lose him and his gene-seed would be something he could never forgive himself... No... He had to save him! There was no other option, hopefully the others would understand.

Icelos kept on the defense for his brother. Years of defending the Standard of honor had honed his skills well enough in protecting a single interest. With his Bolter in one hand and his Axe in the other, Icelos kept a mental radius of about two meters. Anything stepping in the bounty was a target. Each by range. It mattered little for what came in, as most were just fodder with basic weapons, even the bigger ones did not take priority over range. The pile of bodies was even growing, creating small obstacles to help slow down the Orks. This did not save them from being cut down from Prejudice.

Other than the crackle of his Power axe and the thunder of the Bolter, Icelos could not hear, let alone see anything else around him. For all he knew, they were the last two alive. He used this a motivation for his onslaught. Keeping the single objective in his mind actually eased his nerves.

"When ever you a ready brother. You may join in the fun..." Icelos voxed to the Blackshield. Due to the interference it was hard to tell, but it sounded like he had a jovial tone.

Fenix was fully armored, voice modifier back on and everything. Choosing vengeance rounds for her ripper pistol, and duel wielding the hand flamer. To compensate for her lack of heavy arms, she had chosen two krak and two melta grenades. Lastly, the purgatus crossbow rested on her back. A new item of note was her new Inquisitorial cloak. Her old hood and cape having been lost during their assault on the heretic space marine fortress.
Touching down, Fenix exited the ramp after Sister Jean and the space marine. Dart hovered happily above her, takin in the battle worn officer and their arsenal.
"I didn't think they'd be prepared to quickly. That's admirable work General. I promise you your money's worth in Ork heads when this is over. We'll need time to set up cut offs and ambushes. What can you tell me of your 'Guerillas'?"

Sent sprawling to the deck, Draconion hurriedly shakes the static out of his helmet autosenses and his brain. Finding the Ork boyz distracted peering over the edge of the walkway, he gives them a telekinetic assist over the edge as he rises to his feet. He raises an eyebrow briefly as Sirius deliberately plunges after Marmaroth, but decides the matter is out of his hands anyway and moves to close ranks with the two remaining behind, cutting left and right with broad sweeps of his twin force swords to thin the Greenskin herd.
@Xaphen @Krieg

"Brothers!" he calls out, "Our target is five to ten decks above us. I go to find the beast. Will you go with me or seek out the Commander?"

Simultaneously, he sends out a tendril of telepathy to contact Marmaroth's mind.

~Commander - Draconion requesting status update. Brother Sirius has gone after you. Do you require further assistance? ~

Amraphel had a bit of breathing space for a moment. His left side was aching with pain from some of the Ork bullets that penetrated his armour, but he tried to ignore it. The apothecary had disposed of the weaker Orkboys and Icelos was laying down covering fire, but the Nob still breathed, which was something he had to change quickly.

Suddenly, he saw that the apothecary was leaving in a hurry; probably to help Marmaroth, who seemed to be in bad trouble . It was of no matter. Amraphel would finish this vile Xenos here and now. Just a few seconds before he charged he heard Draconions message over the vox. "Let me clean up here and I'm ready to come with you", he replied hastily ( @Draconion ) .

Quickly, he nodded to Icelos ( @Xaphen ) and voxed only two single words:"Cover me!"
Without wasting further time Amraphel charged towards the ork, as quickly as his legs could carry him and was met by a hailstorm of bullets from the Nobz custom shoota. Luckily, he had a boarding shield and most of the bullets were deflected and at that moment Amraphel was glad he had taken this cumbersome peace of equipment with hin.
Then only a second later he was upclose to the xenos. The ork raised some kind of brutish melee weapon and mace and choppa clashed mid air as the combat began...

Volorox smiled at the gunner position as he saw the orks come. "Will be like flaming a green skins in a bunker." he said as he began to count the seconds till they were in range. "15... 14... 13... 12..." he said as he began getting a shot lined up as a Flyer headed straight for them. the heavy bolters began loading in there rounds as the sounds of the cannons revved. "3... 2.... 1.." He fired lighting up the ork flyer bolter rounds heading through the craft hitting the main body then several going through the pilot seat causing the flyer to explode. The ship quickly dove upwards Volorox took aim at another green skin and fired clipping the fighters wings causing to head careen downwards and then soon crash into the ground several more came passing them As Volorox exchanged shots at the fighters as they came.

OOC sorry for the late reply bros, I know I'm getting boring with this excuse, but exams are once again upon me

<Boarding Action - Icelos, Draconion, Amraphel>

With the combined effort of former Blackshield and the Librarian, the remaining Orks soon met their maker. Kommando Nob was sadly for him, only armed with a custom shoota which didn't serve him well in a melee combat against a power mace. Chest cavity open, the alien slumped on the ground and died there, lost and forgotten. The bulkhead behind them closed, effectively preventing them from going after Marmaroth and Sirius, which was problematic in a way due to the fact Draconion was unable to create a psychic link with the Chaplain, the enemy presence getting stronger and disabling him from using his skills on great distances. Also, it was worth knowing that runes describing both the Apothecary and the Chaplain went grey on their visors. In any case that was out of their hands now, for they were left with a choice of what to do next - go after the Ork leader or go and put those demo charges in place.


<Boarding Action - Sirius>

Space Marine power armor was designed to ignore falling damage and Sirius would have no trouble reaching the bottom unmolested if the drop was a straight hole. Sadly, it wasn't. On his way down, he hit multiple bars, gas pipes, cavities and loads of other sharp crap that made him tumble like a banana in a shaker. He hit his head numerous of times and once he fell he actually lost his consciousness.

When his eyes opened once again, first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his right leg, his knee pad ruined and his lower leg twisted in an unnatural position. He also saw that he wasn't alone here - a corpse of a large Nob was impaled on one of the numerous pipes that went out of this section of the floor, the metal puncturing straight through Greenskin's heart. The creature shook in its death spasms, looking at Sirius with its glossy eyes. There were couple of other Orks around him as well, all boys with broken skulls, an injury from falling from such great height. From Marmaroth, there was no trace. There was not a single source of light around him, but if he would go through his helmet mods, he could see couple of corridors heading out of this place he was in, every single one equally unlit.


<Bor; Guerrilla - Steinar, Fenix>

"Bunch of scum, to tell you the truth, but nothing too different from the rest of the force. Those guys used to be some kind of bandits that preyed on the weak, living in mountains and stealing from those that came to far to their hideouts. I have no idea what's the name of their homeworld, but once they were eventually caught and sent here to me, they always stick together. But keep in mind, we saw many things during our fight in the 13th Black Crusade and they didn't flinch from any of it. So perhaps they don't look as much, but they will get the job done."


<Aerial Battle - Volorox>

Whatever happened to the rest of the Valkyries was at the moment forgotten as they indulged themselves in dogfights. Despite the fact Stormbird wasn't made for this kind of fighting, this particular one was heavily modified to answer any need there was, such was having modified tracer heads in krak missiles, that Gaius used to knock out two Ork flyers from the sky. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" Howling Griffon howled as he tried to get behind on of the other enemy planes and allow Volorox to gun it down with his heavy bolters.


<Angelfall - Feron>

Couple of blurted messages came through the vox, too distorted for Feron to actually figure out what was their meaning. While he kept with his attempts at establishing communication, he waded through corridors that were now open to space. From his position, he saw many "spare" parts of his ship flowing in the void, the damage it suffered was terrible from this point of view, but it was also unreliable way to figure the exact extent of damage, since the ship was big and Salamander could only see so much. But what he also saw was a destruction of an Ork Krooza straight across the void, it getting chewed up by "Angelfall's" mighty guns, suffering a chain reaction that blew up its generators first, then spreading out through the entire vessel and utterly annihilating its every part. Seeing it from the screen aboard the Bridge was one thing, but seeing it like this, "in person", was always a spectacular moment.

Eventually, the Salamander reached a closed bulkhead, after trotting for at least 30 minutes, his current situation slowing him down significantly. Next to it was a broken control panel, however it was anyone's guess if it would actually work (or would it even work in the first place, since bulkheads had a way of not being possible to manually open from the inside because of the obvious reasons). Other than that, he had a chance of perhaps trying to go up, out of the corridor and moving across actual hull, to try and find some maintenance shaft or some other point of entry.


EDIT OOC also, I'll start with the actual fight on the ground tomorrow. I also didn't plan on this mission lasting for a long period of time, because our next intermission phase might last a bit longer than usual.

<Boarding Action - Sirius>

"Warmaster... Forgive... my foolishness.... Argh..." He said to himself, feeling the pain obviously. The 'terror' around him of dead Xenos caused him a smile, idiots having been fallen victim in their own ship due to their 'Orkyness' in the ways of engineering. Instead of getting straight up he positioned his back straight up, pressing it with his back against a support beam.

First he grabbed his right lower leg and 'corrected' it with a strong snap, biting his lips bloody beneath his helmet from the sharp pain that almost drove him back into unconsciousness. But with his sort of experience in pain he resisted that for now. He rested for a minute, just sitting there - breathing. Then he nodded in his mind to himself and checked his equipment.

His Boarding Shield was gone, probably got stuck somewhere in the middle of his fall. Durandal was still on him and his mag-locked Bolt Pistol. Slowly he rose to his feet and checked his shoulder light if it would work, usually used not just for boarding missions but for field-operations.

If it would work or not, he noticed that his helmet and bionic eye both still were intact, even if he lost Thermal and X-Ray vision, it was still good enough to navigate. He starred into each corridor, them all looking identical. Yelling around for Marmaroth was a viable option, but a stupid one. It would attract Orks... If there were any down here.

He walked down the closest corridor while checking his vox-unit, he simply activated it to see if he receives a signal.


OOC - Shoulder Light Reference:
(For those that don't know the picture, yes that is artwork of Sirius Jules in his original chapter armor)


OOC @Colapse :
Regards Steinar, I wait until more is resolved through Fenix, etc.

"I cannot reach Commander Marmaroth," says Draconion to Icelos and Amraphel after a few more seconds of attempting telepathic contact, "We proceed as planned - find and kill the Ork psyker."

With that, he begins searching for a way up through the decks.

"On which note," he adds as he pans his gaze about the innards of the Ork ship, "There is no guarantee that we can defeat the beast. It more than likely already knows we are here. If we all go to seek it out together, it will simply surround itself with defenders and seek to overwhelm us with sheer numbers on top of its own powers. With that in mind, the wiser course of action would be to strike at multiple targets simultaneously to create chaos and draw off as many Orks as possible."

Finding a ladder [OOC: I trust there is at least one nearby?] that can take his weight, he pauses to look at the other two Astartes.

"Brothers - leave the Ork psyker to me. Seek out the drives and plant your charges as planned."