<The Sororitas - Before 'Angel' time>

The Flamethrowers only Promethium canister went empty, but certainly was not going to hinder her deliverance of faith in form of the only currency the God-Emperor knows. The emptied flamethrower was pushed forward into an Orks chest and painfully broke every single chest bone and making his eyes almost fall out from the pressure and pain of the weapon. Casually the Sororitas placed a boot on the chest of the Ork, pulling the weapon in one strong pull out, swinging it around and crush his skull with the butt of the weapon.

She held it like a club on the front where once flames came out, met the first Ork with a Chain-Choppa, bashing his weapon away before giving him a brutal headbutt, followed by an overhead swing of the Flamethrower, just to crack the skull open and throw the weapon towards an incoming Shoota-Boy. The weapon fell on his foot with immense strength, causing him to yelp in pain, move his gun up and shoot himself since his finger was stuck on the trigger.

Now apparently unarmed, three more Orks ran up to her with their chain weapons roaring in desire to kill her. She simply smirked and let them come. Ducking beneath the first Ork, 'simply' pushing the second away, and kicking the third right into his crotch with her Boot of Faith. The kick was so powerful that the Ork had to drop his weapon, caught by the Sororitas and simply returned to the owner in his neck.

The other two Orks came around to launch another attack, whereas the Sister simply grabbed a nearby crate and threw it right in the face of one, stopping him for a moment. This bought her time to do the following. First she grabbed the wrist of the Ork that held the Chain-Choppa, then she formed a claw with her left hand and dug it right into the left part of his chest, grabbing the heart and crushing it. The now dead Ork was kicked off, the weapon caught by his friend who was now over-confident through dual-wielding the choppas. But again, the Sororitas only smirked.

As the Ork leaped forward, she simply slid beneath him, then quickly turned around, jumped on his back as he got stuck with both choppas in the metal. Her legs were around his waist, her hands 'gently' embraced his head and gave it a 'comforting' twist, putting an end to the Ork. As she stood up and reclaimed her severely damaged Flamethrower, she saw that the fight had been over, and an Angel of His eminence was sent.

<The Apothecary>

He smiled and handed the weapon back, with the hilt toward the almost naked man. "I knew it desired Xeno blood and you looked simply like an Angel, sleeping like that, could not expect me to wake you up, mh?" Now he was armed with his Astartes Combat Knife. He glanced between him and the Sister. "Don't tell me you know her." Playfully Marmaroth was elbowed by the Son of Guilliman as she approached them.


<The Sororitas - After Slaughter action>

"Burning as His chosen, I see. Truly His call was real then and I have not gone mad!" She exclaimed out loud, swinging the Flamethrower with the attached leather-sling over her shoulder. Quickly she moved up to the holy warrior whom was blinding just to look at him. But as Daughter of the Imperium her faith was infinite and her eyes could not turn away!

"A true angel he sent to reclaim his child! My services shall be yours, as they are to the rest of my new-found family. My name matters little, but what may I call the envoy of Father?" She cared little for everyone else, but this Angel. Immediately Renate fell on her knees, folding her hands together to pray before him and to him.

<Feron>
Locked against the Warbosses body a moment he rode the charred effigy down to ground level as the towering figure collapsed back. A shuddering breath brought up flecks of blood from his maw, various wounds catching up to him in the quiet moment following the remaining Nobs execution. Armor in dire need of repair like everyone else he was running purely off adrenaline and Nocturnean resilience, any stimulants long drained out of his system.

"Excellent timing you two. " Looking over to their newest wave of reinforcements Feron started to sit up, stopping only long enough to draw combat blade so he could begin sawing into the thick tree trunk that was their fallen foe's neck, assured that it would make a powerful totem to ward off the bulk of the Orks and lure in priority targets.

"Volorox, Dorallis you've got escort duty. Angelous keep close to Veritas. Amraphel help me collect what's left of Icelos. " Stopping a moment to let Skull Splitter's pick hook around the spinal column and simply drag it through rather than wasting precious time with his blade. Feron coils his fingers into an eye socket to haul along their prize before lumbering over to scoop up their fallen comrade's upper body, armor singed from where he had turned the heavy flamer on the boss. "Rest well Brother, may we see you again at the Emperor's side. "
Flipping through the vox channels he spoke up once more.

"Feron to all points, enemy Warboss is dead along with retinue. Brother Icelos has fallen in turn, we're returning to the initial insertion point to plot our next move. "

<Apothecary>

"Affirmative. Recover Sons of Corax body for Gene-Seed extraction. Marmaroth also back alive and kicking, Hangar secured." He quickly responded.


EDIT:
OOC: Just so you guys know. I didn't know Icelos died until now. For later autopsy reasons, I had to go 3 pages back just to read how he died. I skim only other peoples post or usually ask Colapse on skype if anything happened I should know. In this case I saw the part I quoted from Deran xD What I try to say is: I love to not metagame / know what's going on with other ppl when my chars aren't around. Should you mention other people in a reaaallly long post, I suggest you use tag symbols which is @ symbol + the grey name under ones avatar.
#ProudAntiMetaGamer

tempestus scoped the remains of the dead brother "i will cary his remains"

<A road renewed>

"Rise Sister, there is only one master to whom we all give allegiance and that is not me," he spoke as the radiance subsided, him becoming just another Space Marine, if not for his eyes that kept burning with golden light. "I am Chaplain Marmaroth, Watch Commander of Ordo Xenos and currently on mission of paramount importance to His beloved kingdom. I will explain everything shortly."

Taking his axe in a strong grip, he nodded to each Team member that disembarked from one of the cargo ships as well as those that came into view from one of the corridors under the leadership of stout Salamander. "Excellent work Brother Feron. The beast is slain and trophy taken, a fitting end to this tale." Seeing the dead Son of Corax, Chaplain made a sign of the Aquilla. "Brother Icelos will forever be remembered as one of those who gave their lives so others might live in a brighter future. We shall meet again one day Brother, but not yet."

Leaving the funeral rites for a bit later, Flesh Tearer turned to the assembled crowd. "I see many new faces here, but like the brave Sister said, all of us who walk under the Emperor's gaze are one big family. So I welcome you all to this dark place that we shall soon purge with our righteous fires and make it ours once again. I want everone else to look to their wounds and prepare for cleansing teams. We have work to do."

......

OOC will do only a small part regarding what happens next before declaring this mission over and proceeding into intermission phase. Biggest reason for this is that I gotta hear from @Draconion and complete his part of the mission before kicking stuff, but expect it to happen tomorrow


Since almost every Ork went with the main invasion force and ended up on the soil of Niona, fireteams under joint leadership of Commisar Strauss and Chaplain Marmaroth himself (since they required least medical assistance), dealt with the Orkish lairs in quick fashion - purging them from the face of the Hulk. They were assisted in this by the newcomer Sister, who was their guide during these couple of days, as well as Angelous who worked around the clock to achieve some sort of semblance of control and create a place where they could move, which initially turned out to be a gothic class Imperial battleship of unknown name, that was one of the bigger vessels on this side of the Hulk. After purging crude Ork tech, he managed to activate the dormant machine spirit, it responding in kind and providing them with life support systems as well as working geller field. It also turned out that, since most of the ships here were connected, Angelous found a way to fly this huge fusion of spaceships and direct it where needed. At least that was in theory, for he still required Marmaroth's command and they could be well away out of this Emperor forsaken system...

<The Apothecary - Earlier>
The man approached the deceased Icelos the moment Veritas carried him in. "I take over from here, old friend." He said direct and placed him on an 'operating table' he made makeshift of weapon cases, placing the upper half of Icelos on it before starting with the Narthecium to extract the Gene-Seed, luckily both were intact, and put them into canisters accordingly. He remained at his side, placing both hands together across his chest and simply be there with him, until proper rites could be completed.

Though of course, he was ready to treat whomever would approach him, having ordered the Angelfall Survivor crew to bring the medical supplies to him and the deceased Icelos.


<The Sister - Now>
With a refilled and repaired Flamethrower across her shoulder she decided to stop by in the 'canteen' they arranged, sitting down on an empty table and simply be open to be approached by her new family, if they desired to welcome the sister among them. As she sat, her pitch-black hair hung almost completely to the floor behind her back.


<The Apothecary - Now>
*click*
He grinned. Finally! He found the code to the Apothecarion of this forsaken ship. Nobody was with him anymore as he tried this all the time himself. However, finally he was inside. He carried the various crates inside and would arrange them later, he just wanted to get it out of the way.

Instantly he saw that it was completely plundered, probably by the Orks. Nothing of interest whatsoever. So he started to put the Gene-Seeds, medical supplies, etc. into places of his liking. At least the numpad locks on the closets still worked, this would allow him to store the Gene-Seeds accordingly.

"Steinar Greywold. Space Wolf. One Gene-Seed. Draconion. Salamander. One Gene-Seed. Feron. Salamander. One Gene-Seed. Marmaroth. Flesh Tearer. One Gene-Seed. Icelos. Sons of Corax. Two Gene-Seeds. Dorallius. Excoriator. One Gene-Seed. Angelous. Blood Raven. One Gene-Seed. Gaius. Howling Griffon. One Gene-Seed. Kajar. Storm Lords. One Gene-Seed. Sitri. Lord of Destruciton. One Gene-Seed. Volorox. Marines Malevolent. One Gene-Seed....." He repeated for each Gene-Seed he has taken while being member of the Angelfall as he put them into place, but then he held one very special one in his hand. He inhaled deeply and breathed out slowly.

"Sirius Jules. Sons of Guilliman. One Gene-Seed." With a shaky hand he placed the container slowly into the closet, as he placed it gently in it's place, his hand was like stuck to it. His breathing increased and a cold shudder travelling down his spine. "Sirius Jules is dead. And so will you be." A voice whispered at his ear. In a sudden shock he turned around but saw nobody, only that somehow he had let go of the Gene-Seed, it was crushed in front of his feet. But... How? He never let go of it, suddenly it is broken in front of him. He shook his head and leaned down, short after a sound of metal dropping on metal was heard, but by nobody except himself before all went black.

Before...
Fenix sat on the transport vessel with her helmet off. She held Dart in her left hand and rested her right on the hilt of her ripper gun. They Penal Legion Guardsmen were sitting pretty, almost happy to be off that planet.
"Listen up dregs, you passed the test. Your service to the penal legions is over, but your time with the Inquisition has only just begun. You are ghosts and you will fight for the in the shadows for his Holy Inquisition. You will be fully debriefed when we dock. Hold all questions until then."

Now...
The transport vessel docked in time for those who disembarked to be blinded by the radiance that was Chaplain Marmaroth, Watch Commander of Ordo Xenos. The newly drafted soldiers averted or covered their eyes. Fenix however say him approach a new face. Fenix placed her helmet on, but it didn't seem to dim the light at all.
'What is this, some kind of a trick? Why is he without power armor and who is that?'
As Fenix approached, she was forced to slow down because of the intensity and finally close her eyes less she loose them.
"Marmaroth, do you have a dimmer switch or something? I've got some new recruits who could use a debriefing."

<Feron- Earlier>
Leading their battered band into the Hangar where everyone was gathered Feron trampled over several charred Orks and hoisted high the Warbosses' severed head. "Excellently done to everyone here for making it. " It was a small heroic display meant more for their newest recruits, something to help off set the crippling defeat below and the fact he himself didn't feel much like a champion. Leaving his trophy tucked under an arm he waded into the crowd to take a seat on a storage crate, the fact that their Chaplain was alive and glowing like the core of a god's forge not terribly unsettling to him after so many centuries of service. By now it felt par for the course with Marmaroth and the Salamander only chalked it on down as another possible cause for suspicion, certainly the aura suffusing their commander and those who looked upon him was reassuring yet it still was tainted by what had transpired during the trials in Saint Petrius' tomb.

Sitting by but not idle Feron would busy himself digging out the various bullets lodged in his limbs. There was much work to be done and his mind set itself to the task of figuring out where he might best be of service. Lacking many civilians in their new found forces he ruled out hanging around them to act as a shepherd in the case of a Orkish retaliation, admittedly he wouldn't be back in dedicated fighting shape for a few days leaving supporting their hunter squads was a risky prospect but one he could fill in a pinch. No in reality after this all he wanted to do was get down and dirty in some basic labor, perhaps aid Angelous in getting everything ready or helping set up a Forge. His thoughts drifted a moment as a fifth bullet was plonked down on the ground coated in his own blood, it was always an irksome process removing projectiles as more often then not the wound had sealed over the initial impact meaning one had dig open tender flesh before hand.

Giving his knee a quick bend he noted a lack of any grinding of bone against anything that shouldn't be there and sighed with relief that headache was taken care of; still sore but such things didn't really register to an Astartes once they had something to do. Looking up and about the distinct lack of Draconion in the area left him a touch concerned, yet only a touch for whatever he was doing the Elder was confident he would be fine. "Just what are you up to though Little Drake? "

<Feron- Next Few Days/Now>
Angelous was trying to get the ship up and running, Marmaroth and Strauss were murdering Orks at a break neck pace, Sirius was trying to break into an Apothecarion and Feron found himself decidedly filling another niche. They needed a forge, not just the chunky blocks of scrap housing a whole lot of heat the Orks used, no they needed something right and proper. Once the knowledge was gained that they were on an Imperial class ship the job of finding his next workstation was made that much quicker; repairing it would be another matter entirely.

Over time the Orks had salvaged pieces from the furnace to get their own inferior counter parts running elsewhere in the ship, never once thinking to try and build off the old one since it appeared to of been out of commission whenever they got their hands on the hulk. For such an operation Feron enlisted the help of their able bodied civilians and less technically inclined combatants in the form of the various hunters they had taken from the lodging region. It was with these people the Salamander swiftly developed a close bond, their own life styles having instilled a number of shared traits such as resourcefulness and an eye for repairs or good craftsmanship that aided in salvaging effective pieces from the Ork workshops. Of course Feron wouldn't turn away any interested help from the project, there was just a certain enjoyment and bit of relief in having their new charges nearby in the likely case anything nasty came prowling up from the depths. Even though by this stage he was well aware that each and every one of them capable of holding a rifle was more than a decent enough shot to handle the stray Ork or two.

Once Angelous had the ship's machine spirit back in command things only got that much easier as power wasn't at quite as much a premium allowing for accelerated revival of the forge. It wasn't quite the beauty it would of been back in the day but by their hands with would work just as well.

OOC: If you wanna snag Feron for some interaction during this time just tag me and add an appropriate titling so we can keep things nice and neat

After the miraculous reveal of an Angel of Death,who turns out to be a Deathwatch Watch Commander,Ranger continued what he did best.
Apart from his Techpriest brethren,Ranger`s data imperative is not search and reclamation of hard data...but search and destruction of enemy life-forms no matter how long the hunt lasts.It seems the Omnissiah marked his most loyal servant,when he wreathed Chaplain Marmaroth in golden light.Zeth wanted to approach him,to touch the blessing itself and bend the knee and cant the binaric oath...even if the light eats out his own augmentative eyes.But it seems that Watch Commander was busy and there were greenskins stragglers to destroy.The yoke of Techpriest masters was no more...and thus none to feed him with critical data imperatives.But Melgator found his true self,guiding himself and developing his own tactical acumen in the wilderness of Nunia until he met Rocky,Edd and Sigismund.

It appears the Machine God led him from that,now lost world to this Space Hulk to join the illustrious and secretive Deathwatch.It was an honor a Tech-Guard could only dream of!But all that had to wait...data-imperative had to be met.Extermination!

And thus Ranger stalked amid the cavernous,wrought in darkness and iron passageways and gantries of the Hulk various greenskins who were too cowerdly to die on the field of battle like their brethren.When the environment dictated a close-up elimination of the xeno,Ranger could see that they were not retreating due to some feral cunning that Orks are known to possess and display quiet often.No.
In their red,bestial eyes and in the vitae pulse of their bodies Zeth cought an anomaly.After eliminating the last Ork he could find and track down,alien blood all over his burnished death-mask,Zeth cogitated on this anomaly,pursuing his own data-banks for answer.He found his answer,and the revelation had a similar effect on the Ranger for he knew its source.
Fear.

As he went back to the great host of the imperial forces that was gathering,the hem of his robe fluttering in the artificial breeze of air recyc systems,in the corner of his robes in the hard,voluminous red fiber,a white skull in a cog was emblazoned.The sign of the Red Planet,the blessed Forge World from where the light of knowledge shone thought the galaxy.Long-Las depleted,yet still he carried it as if it was a pinnacle of Mechanicum technology.Resting around on his right shoulder,Zeth pushed thought the crowd of the busy men and women as they were already organized and set about their duties.

Finally he found whom he was looking for.
"Rocky.Elaborate the situation and the chain of command.Should i report to the Watch Command or you?"spoke Zeth,the mechanical layers of his lenses zooming in and out of the crowd,Rocky and Edd.Always gathering data...even when not in combat.

'Tempestus earlier'

"I leave him to you brother apothicary" as he spoke the dreadnaught left and found marmoroth "i am going to explore this hulk, there is something on my mind"

'Tempestus now'

The dreadnaught found a ship in the nothern side of the hulk he had felt earlier "so the wrath of the shadows is here"