The Apothecary turned to the louder whispers, expecting another whip-lash upon him. He quickly turned around and struck this time at a shadow, holding the Chainsword like a Ronin, his move far slower than usual and the Chainswords motor being deafening, yet the whispers still crawled beneath the sound into his mind. Cold sweat formed under his helmet and his breath felt ice-cold to himself within the enclosed space of his armor. Then... Stevanus voice.

Sirius almost lashed out at him with the sword but through his slowed down reflexes he could stop himself before the Sword would meet the nigh impenetrable Tactical Dreadnought armor. He shook his head once he understood what was actually said.

"Onward..." He whispered under his own breath, pressing himself closer on Marmaroth as if to be coated by his will and be protected by the strength he wielded. 'Is this what my brothers went through on Salinas before they perished...?' He could only wonder if his past finally caught up to him...

<Amraphel>

Amraphel was suprised, as the vacuum sucked him away into the hole, his feet suddenly lifting from the ground. 'Dammit' , he thought, apparently the Angelfalls guns weren't holding back any longer. Desperately, he tried to grab something to hold on to, to avoid being sucked out into the void. While flying through the vacuum, he noticed that the Orks weren't in a better position; to his left a few nearly dead orks flew past him, choking and also cursing in their vile language .

Suddenly he slammed against one of the room's walls, pulled by the sucking forces of the vacuum and was badly shaken by the impact. But suddenly he realized that he could turn this misfortune into something good. Quickly, he extended his legs to the wall and as his boots touched it, he magnetized them and thereby locked himself to the wall.

After saving himself from being sucked into space, he quickly assesed his surroundings, hoping that Icelos had also managed to keep himself from being sucked into the void, so they could finally get to the generatorium and complete their mission.

Grimacing behind his helmet as he feels the power of the Waaagh! stifle his own, Draconion rapidly switches gears. Holstering his pistol, he draws Ryugamaru with his right hand and Purgatory with his left. As the one blade ignites to sullen life with arcing stellar flares while the other blazes with pure white flame, he addresses the Ork Nob confronting him, skimming just the very surface of the Waaagh! with his psyche to lend his words the right weight and nuance to really make an impression on the Ork psyche.

"Oh, Oi know krumpin', Oi doez. But Oi ent 'ad a baff yet, so Oi alwayz krumpz..."

Breaking the rhythm of his speech, Draconion abrupt lashes out at the windows on both sides of himself with his swords, sending disruptive pulses of psychic energy down each blade to shatter as much of each row of windows as possible.

"...dirty," he finishes, leaping forwards through the sudden explosive decompression on currents of telekinetic force at the Ork that challenged him. He leads with a thrust from Purgatory to draw the Ork's guard while Ryugamaru remains chambered to take advantage of any openings that present themselves.

<Lumber Camps Kordoba - Tempestus, Dorallius, Volorox, Angelous>

"We won't leave you Brother!" Dorallius shouted as he battled with a group of Orks, firing his flamer in close range and incinerating the attacking aliens. They were indeed in a dire spot now, as the Orkish advance didn't seem to relent. Over their heads, "Chalice of Agony" flew past and they could hear loud explosions as its twin battle cannons destroyed few dozen Orks that were even now pushing through the clearing. "WAAAAAAAGH!" they shouted in a single voice as they threw themselves on Tempestus, trying to clog his way with bodies and eventually topple him over.


<Angelfall - Feron>

Opening salvo killed few Orks that carried flame-based weaponry, the aliens exploding and slowing their comrades to a degree. Strauss and the men under his command obeyed Feron's orders as they slowly retreated, being covered by those forces located on the upper floors. Serfs were exceptional fighters, however they weren't even near to the skill of an actual Stormtrooper, so they had problems killing tough Greenskins, which just kept on pushing in great numbers. Despite everything, the Ork boarding parties that plagued the "Angelfall" were numerous and who knows what would have happened if Feron didn't chose to remain behind.

Salamander had no problem initially, the enemy not really keen on being accurate as they were focused on either chasing retreating Guardsmen in front of them or trying to climb up the floor using their hands, which suffice to say, didn't work. The first time Feron actually had to worry about was the moment another force arrived at the side corridor, a group of Greenskins armed with rokkit packs, so-called Stormboys. They laughed as they saw the combat, easily launching themselves up in the air and hitting the defenders head on. Few of them arrived on the floor where Feron was located, their choppas cleaving at his armor and creating new marks on it.


<Boarding Action - Draconion>

Windows exploded and the battlefield took another turn, for good or bad only time would tell. Greenskins didn't expect this and were indeed caught off guard. Shield-carrying Nob awkwardly blocked Draconion's attack as he began flying through the air, spinning his choppa wildly but missing the Librarian by an inch. The other two Nobs also tried to get hold of something solid and they both succeeded, the one with the axe caught some pipe near the edge of the room, close to the window, while the one hefting big choppa managed to actually ram it into the floor and stay put, hopefully until the backup power kicks in and seals the gap.

"Go now" as he spoke warp flames went out from him "il reach you in a while you are just quicker then me"

Manoeuvering with telekinetic panache through the spinning chaos of the airless void the gallery has now become, Draconion angles away from the Nob's choppa attack just enough to cause it to miss by a hair. Giving it no chance for a return strike, he punches Ryugamaru forwards in a short, vicious cut aimed at severing the greenskin's weapon hand. A half-beat later, he thrusts for its throat with Purgatory, both force swords flaring with killing intent made manifest as raw power.

As the combat rages, the primal malevolence of the Waaagh! reverberates about his skull, threatening to overthrow his senses. Just as he feels his skull about to burst, having dared too greatly in his pursuit of unconventional advantage, he feels the violence of the Twin Gods recede, overshadowed by the beat of great wings that only he can hear. In the depths of his psyche, roars of saurian majesty, ancient beyond belief and unassailable in their power and dominion, resound impossibly in the void while vast shapes flit between newborn stars at the very infancy of the universe, glorying in unchallenged supremacy.

Drawing upon the inspiration and strength provided by his mysterious benefactor, Draconion unleashes a roar that is a challenge, a hunting call and a declaration of territory all rolled into one, glorying in his power and dominion as, for one fleeting moment, he sees through different eyes, unfurling vast wings to ride the stellar winds at the very dawn of creation. His voice causes shockwaves that cut through the very void itself, targeting the blood vessels and neurological tissues of the Orks' meagre brains to shake them to bloody jelly.

Who are you, and why do you haunt my dreams?

<Feron>
Always something Feron shouldered his bolter on the newest arrivals to the fight tracking their ascent and processing rough ideals of where they would land. As expected a number were inbound for his level so it was that when the Storm Boyz came down one was immediately knocked off his feet slumping back in an arch over his obnoxiously large rokkit pack with his head little more than a meaty neck stump. Following up he left his bolter in one hand while unceremoniously unlocking a stun grenade from his belt and giving it a kick with the side of his boot to bring it skyward. Choppas bounced or skipped off his damaged plate mere moments before a flash of light left their owners blinded and swinging about in target less fury knowing he was near but not quite where. A bolter rammed up beneath a chin before firing upwards and leaving a steaming hole where a forehead and scalp had been, a combat knife followed as the corpse was shoved into another Storm Boy whom was caught mid stumble by the straight blade in the eye socket, a push and a twist sealing the deal. Dancing around a third corpse Feron momentarily lined up a shot expending three rounds to open another Ork from groin to throat sending the head upwards on a ribbon of blood.

A fifth Storm Boy remained vision clearing enough to tell which grey blurs were or weren't alive. With a bloody minded war cry he launched himself at Feron using his rokkit for maximum speed. Side stepping the charge the Salamander was still caught and momentarily found a crude slab of metal wrapped in barbed wire being wedged into his hip. Snarling he drove his helmet against the boyz own horned adornment using superior strength to flip them around. With his foe pinned between himself and the railing he drove his knife up through the lower jaw and left it at that, dragging the corpse back to kick near the others; he intended to make good use of those rokkit packs loaded up with so much fuel. For now that would wait though as once more did his bolter resume covering the rest, target those Storm Boyz tieing down their desperately needed fire support.

<Hunter Lodges - Sigismund, Edd, Rocky, Zeth>

OOC I'll assume our Ranger guy came alongside us.
Getting aboard the transports, the remaining troops went back on the road. Despite the earlier battle, Trapper Dave who led this ragtag group of hunters remained cool, keeping his calmness and directing them where they need to go. Good Guardsmen material he and his men were, sadly there were little chances of them surviving this invasion.

Eventually, they arrived in a small village filled with various looking civilians and squads of PDF soldiers that helped them get loaded into trucks and other vehicles, ready to be transported out of here to some other safer area. The Team also got informed that everything will be set to go in around an hour, so they had time for their last minute preparations. (OOC with my next post, we gonna kick off with you guys being in a big convoy that is headed for the capital city. In it, I'll probably add some Mad Max type of action )


<Boarding Action - Sirius>

While the devious laughter echoed in the back of his skull, the Apothecary once again felt Marmaroth's eyes upon him. Chaplain wasn't stupid, it was his job to find things like this and deal with it in appropriate manner. "You know Sirius, this is the moment when I deem you corrupted, take my bolter and fill your head with bullets. Or at least, that's what I would have done if we were in my old Chapter. Although, if I was of some, less bloody lineage, I would make you repeat various chants after me, so we could strengthen your bond to Him on Terra. But I won't do that."

"There is no point, is there? Every single one of us felt my decision of following this path, despite the fact most of you hide it very well. The true trial is what happens next, when we are so close to being damned? Should we keep with our current beliefs or take the easier way, go around the rules here and there, thinking that lesser evils might justify our cause? A question that will be to each one of us to answer personally. As for me, you already know what I think."

"No... We should not go on as what we are... We would require to follow into your footsteps, lay the coat of our past off... Become someone else. Embrace the light of the Emperor, even if it is just a slight glimmer in the distance. We should do what we can to bring the chase to an end, be not afraid of the cost we have to pay. Not our lives... But whatever we might have to pay until that final moment comes." The voice was slow, deep, revelation upon him...

"To lose those close to us. To accept that we can fear. To be tortured, ripped apart and put back together to fight another day. We must face those consequences, for here is no safety anymore. No friends to come to save us. Not even the Codex truly applies no longer, for we are no chapter, we are not of the Imperium. We are not of anything but ourselves. We are Angels of Death that have fallen victim to a scheme that was meant to end us, and yet we emerged once more alive." His voice was strengthened, so his stance, his sneaky steps turning into strong stepping on the floor, sending metallic echoes throughout the halls of darkness.

"I must accept that Sirius Jules has to die... In order to move on. Just like Stevanus had to die in order to survive, to thrive and to have even at least the slightest chance at eliminating what we know as the Unholy Alliance." The Apothecary almost roared in pride, knocking his weaker, wounded hand against his chestplate while holding Durandal strong and swinging it to show his strength with speed as if he was at full health.

"I KNOW FEAR! AND I SHALL OVERCOME IT! SIRIUS JULES MUST DIE, SO I CAN BE BORN ANEW!" He now roared into the face of Marmaroth, clarifying his new agenda.

"Doralius We maybe Trapped here If we do not get moving now." Volorox said to the son of dorn. he Raised his arm again causing Fire to spit out of his hand flamer to cover them as they began moving. "Ancient one I suggest we fire and move. That Way we all may make it to the guards position." Volorox said as he began covering them with his hand flamer and moving. Backwards.