<Sirius Jules> "You are.... The pathetic one..." Sirius whimpered, failing to battle the pain, having collapsed down back on the floor. But showing his spirit as he sat with his back against wall, holding Durandal still strong and high. "Having a grudge... Still so strong... After all these years... Making war... Personal... The mistake of all fools.... We both know... This is about a greater..." The man coughed. "Scheme... Of things..." Sirius shook his head, showing that he defies his own words. The following might have been partially true... Partially attempt to deceive his enemy. Nobody ever could guess or know, but Sirius himself. "But... Why bother telling me all this.... If you would not have an offer for me? .... After all these years... You still need me... You want to recruit me... For what? ... Vengeance? ... Your own ambition? ... Or just for entertainment to Slaanesh? ... Make me an offer... And you shall see what I say..." He breathed heavy, the pain jolting still through the body. It was no common weapon. And the mentioning of the Warmaster and what harmed him so vital... It felt like poison in his blood that started to eat his bones from inside out. Even if there was no real poison, the mind of a human could always implicate things that were not real. Anything from hallucinations, over hypochondria unto amnesia to protect one from his own past. As Apothecary, Sirius knew well. But knowledge had no power when faced with damnation and death, all of the past becomes somewhat hazy and irrelevant when it is about the imminent future one has to worry about.
<Feron> A glancing blow across his chest shattered the already pitted and scarred Aquila of his armor, sending his own swing of course only managing to skim the brow of the Nob with toothed pick. Pressing in on his advantage Greenskin muscle weighed into a meaty punch that Feron accepted heartily, driving him back a pace closer toward the shootas he played it up for weakness already knowing exactly what he wished to do. Arm rising he leveled his bolt pistol toward the hand flamer which was ascending in the same moment as the Nob displayed that animal bit of cunning choosing to fry him from range rather than waste time closing the gap. Firing at near the same time both parties suffered for their actions as a wash of flame briefly left the Salamander having to bear through searing flesh as his damaged armor couldn't protect all of him, heat indicators reading critical levels for a merciless few seconds until all that fire power was turned back on the Nob as mass-reactive rounds penetrated the fat blob of a fuel canister and made a burning marionette of its wielder. Several nearby boyz were consumed with the expanding ring of flame having tried to pile in on Feron whilst he fought the Nob leaving them joining in the 'burny dance' that was pulling a round of raucous laughter from both shoota boyz nearby, only discernible by their expressions as shoota fire drowned out the actual throaty chortles. Whipping about his armor smoking and flesh burning a pair of rounds were sent to silence their idiotic guffaws before continuing to work his heel like a swivel and plant himself firm to deliver execution shots into the remaining Nob and boyz stuck in amongst his comrades; sharp eyes picking out opportune moments to fire without risking his allies or cutting off blows before they might claim another comrade's life.
Volorox Watched the battle from his Cognitor when he heard Dorallious. "It maybe Gaius can you hold things down here and take air support calls if you need it if we leave?" Volorox asked as he turned to Dorallious is power halberd in the back compartment already ready if he was needed for a drop.
"Why should I regret something?", Amraphel said while venturing further down the corridor. "I am here to help to do what needs to be done and because I know that the chaplains path is righterous. Sadly I won't speak of where I come from any further, so I suggest we concentrate on the task at hand. Soon, we will reach the Orks generatorium and it will surely be well guarded." That being said, Amraphel continiued walking along the corridor, expecting an attack behind every small corner. He kept his guard up, holding his shield high in front of him, also gripping his mace firmly, ready to strike in a splitsecond and last but not least he pointed his flamer down the corridor, read to unleash hell in seconds. But for some odd reason the orks hadn't attacked them yet...
With a mighty warcry Sigismund launched himself into combat, the great gift of Marmaroth brought upon the Xenos to rend them justice. He tried to engage those orks who were already attacking the hunters, hopefully saving some of them. "For the Emperor! Leave these beasts to my care and retreat to that ogryn!"
<Boarding Action - Amraphel, Icelos> During their trek through the ship, they didn't encounter anything bigger than an occasional Gretchin. The ship itself shuddered under impacts, which was good because it meant that the void battle was still going. The generator room was close by, but before they had a chance to reach it, they came across a big chamber, filled with various junk and pieces of equipment. There were many lower Greenskins running around, fixing things like you would expect an Ork to do it, while they could see something that should resemble a Truk, various buggies, parts of walkers and even one big tank that used to be a Predator in another life. Taking a closer look, there were Orks in the chamber, most of them pushing the little ones like taskmasters, shouting something in their vile language. It was apparent that the way to the generator led through this workshop. Thankfully for them, they remained unseen at the moment. <Boarding Action - Draconion> Both the invisible wall and the bolts impacted on something and created a huge explosion that engulfed the corridor and showered Draconion with various metal and fleshy parts, blinding him for a moment. "YEEE HAAAR!" there was a roar as another similar thing punched through the debris and went straight for the Librarian, since he was standing in the way. He could see that his attacker wasn't an attacker at all (in a sense that the alien planned going for the boarder), but an Orkish speed freak, riding a custom bike. Of course, he had absolutely no time to dodge or move, as he was punched by the speeding vehicle which didn't toss him to the side, no, he was stuck in front of its windshield, looking straight into an eyes of the Greenskin wearing googles as he continued with the race. "WOOOOH, ME FIRST!" the thing cheered as the Librarian just now saw that there were couple of the same bikes further in the back, doing the same thing like this one did. Ship Racing. Apparently, Draconion just killed the leading freak, which meant that this one he was currently "riding with" was in the fist place. Ork continued cheering but then he grunted, seeing that his view was obstructed by a rather large piece of black ceramite which was Deathwatch Astartes. "WOOZ?! A BIG UN BUGZ?! GET OFF, YA GIT!" he began smacking with some smaller version of a choppa as he tried to knock him down from the bike, all the while racing at crazy speed. <Boarding Action - Sirius> The whip coiled back as its wielder laughter disappeared in the darkness, taking the physical pain with it, but who could say for the mental one? His nerves still twitched but Sirius would recover in no time, right before he saw lights at the end of the corridor, the voices he heard earlier once again reaching his ears. But since he was closer now, he could immediately discern the language as one used by Tau... <Angelfall - Feron> The remaining Orks were busy fighting with the defending Stormtroopers to actually even see Feron. However, right after the big explosion, the remaining Nob turned and bellowed for his boys to follow, effectively leaving human defenders to regain their composure and thus saving their lives. Feron managed to snipe couple of them before they reached him, the Ork leader going through the loss of his arm like it was nothing, intent on avenging his fallen comrades (and dumping his anger on the one who stopped him reaching the Bridge and claiming the ultimate prize). Few of the Orks reached Salamander first and he couldn't parry every strike with his hammer, which also allowed for the Nob to smack him to a side wall with a wide swing of his big choppa that also killed one of the lesser boys, opening Feron's armor at his shoulder but not breaking any bones. "Now youz guna die umie!" not to be underestimated, but still there were only 3 of the aliens left, an easy meal for Feron and his human helpers. (OOC 1 Nob, 2 Boys - kill em and that's it, you can move to the Bridge afterwards )
<Hunging Lodges; Creek - Sigismund, Rocky, Edd + ???> OOC will leave space for @DaKaptin to reply (you can kill your attacker) Sigismund entered the fray, using his new weapon to smite the alien. Surprisingly (or perhaps not at all), the red sword cleaved through the Orks like through butter, the former Knight claiming a kill with every swing he made. That, combined with the fire from the remaining Chimera and its Stormtroopers, plus the help of their unseen ally who's tactic of blowing up aliens with special weapons payed off, led to the fact the remaining Orks (OOC save the one Edd's gonna kill) routed and ran back into the forest from which they came from. "See," Dave got up on his feet and cleared sweat from his forehead, "Told you there were Orks around!" <Lumber Camps Kordoba - Angelous, Tempestus> Wading into the Greenskin advance was not that hard for a warrior such as Tempestus, his giant form plus his great psychic potential were quite enough for the incoming aliens. He swatted dozens of them aside, making way for the enemy Killa Kan. The thing saw the challenge and forgo using its ranged weapons as it was quite un-orky thing to do, instead of it trying to score a kill with his power claw. "You are big un, but wez are bigga!" it taunted Tempestus as it swung its claw wildly, couple of inches away from hitting Dreadnought's right arm. <Air Support - Volorox, Dorallius, Gaius, Kajar> This battle was also spectated from up here, Gaius nodding to Marine Malevolent. "Me and Kajar will take it from here, no problem Brother. I also think you should go and assist Venerable One, for he is soon to be surrounded," and indeed, since their Dreadnought waded straight into Orkish advance, out of the cover of his Imperial allies, it would be anyone's guess how would he get back after his duel with the Killa Kan was over. Gunning the Stormbird in a position above that battle, Gaius opened the front ramp, allowing their two passengers to get down on the ground, in the middle of the enemy and assist Tempestus. "After you," Dorallius smiled to Volorox as he also picked a jump pack, just so he doesn't crash aimlessly down there. OOC sorry for the double post!
"Well that was orky" as he spoke he sent a molten beam of warp energy through the conecting limb of the claw arm before raming his taloned arm into its cheast
<Boarding Action - Sirius> "Yru'Sovah! Tre'Zahr! Shij'le'Mah!" The Apothecary roared with his remaining strength. If he was not mad, then at least he would provoke the 'physically mother loving son of a Krootox with the face of his own behind' enough to approach him like a man, not a forsaken coward. He was trying to stand up, his weaker lower right leg giving into his weight, causing him almost to crush down back on the floor, but he found hold on the wall. He embraced it like a brother before pressing his back against it and holding Durandal ready to strike once more. Let's see if those darn cowards would be man enough for a fight and not just whipping from the shadows!
<Boarding Action - Sirius> The light suddenly illuminated the entire corridor, Sirius seeing that he was standing amidst bodies of fallen Tau aliens, their wounds various but most being shred to pieces by claws and teeth. The voices became closer as a trio of aliens approached him from the end of the corridor, each of them armed in a similar fashion, having a slightly altered version of fire armor, made to look closely like Astartes's own power armor. "Sirius...Jules? Sirius, is that you?" the one in the lead spoke in Tau(rian?) language, his face hidden behind helmet. "We cannot linger here, he will find us. You must come with us brother, please, take my hand, let us help you," he offered a hand to Sirius, trying to support him from not falling back on the ground, his dire condition obviously clear to these newcomers.
