-Volorox Earlier "Got it" he said wiping ork gore from himself he followed temptus upon seeing the new sister of battle that joined them he felt Confused. where had she come from. she wasn't jean who was she? He thought to himself Upon seeing Draconian he wen't to him when out of ear shot range of the sister. "Draconian do you know where that new sister of battle comes from?" he asked "How did she get here was she on the planet when she appeared?"
Eventually, Draconion's task aboard "Angelfall" was completed and he safely reached the Space Hulk, bringing many supplies in various material with him. Once he was clear of it, Chaplain made the final command that some men under his leadership didn't really like (Gaius and Sitri), but it was still the best thing to do. Since the Heavy Cruiser was definitely stuck and would only serve as source of scrap for those Greenskins who would eventually return to void after being done with the planet below, Marmaroth was not about to let them defile such venerable ship. Opening fire with various guns of the Space Hulk, "Angelfall's" final journey came to an end as it was obliterated from existence, leaving only few smaller wrecks where once a mighty ship stood. This also helped them cover their tracks and proceed from this point onwards unmolested by their Inquisitorial pursuers. The next thing they did was traverse back into the warp, Angelous seeing that everything indeed worked like a charm, despite them being in a place like this. In the end, they managed to clean out two more ships besides the main battleship they were on, those two being a small cargo freighter from Valhalla and a Lunar Class Cruiser "Ayola", presumably lost during 13th Black Crusade. It turned out that those three were only crafts infested by Orks, so after couple of days of merciless killing, the Greenskin presence was all but eradicated, Gellar field erected and their lives (and souls to a degree) safe during transition into Warp. Crews were ordered to stay in those clean parts of the Hulk, while bulkheads to other were sealed, preventing anything from going in or out. Since the entire place was quite huge and they lacked the manpower to scour it completely, Chaplain was satisfied with doing one thing at a time. During these weeks, everyone was on their edge before they got used to this new place... And the intermission phase begins... OOC Ok couple of things that I want you to know. Feel free to create your working place\cabin\lab to your own liking. I'm completely cool with giving you full freedom on what you might do around here, cosmetics all the way. The only thing I'm against is you adding some random enemies, finding long lost archeotech and shit like that (we can discuss it if you want something special). Also, now that I mentioned it, think about what you might get for mission rewards, which doesn't necessary have to be gear (e.g. if Steinar survived, he might have got a Thunderwolf pet etc), so let your imagination run wild and send me PM's I expect this phase to last a bit longer, part of it because atm I'm unable to provide everyone with attention I feel is needed (still in the middle of those celebrations). .......... <These things are happening simultaneously> OOC Also guys, keep in mind that crap with Chaplain blazing with light subsided and he is back in normal self, everything except his eyes that shine with golden light from now on. If anyone wonders, I stole this from one Black Library author (thx mister Aaron) During one of those treks into the darkness of the Ork infested ships, Marmaroth and his team of Stormtroopers stumbled on a makeshift prison where he encountered couple of interesting prisoners, held by the Orks but now set free... @Casavay @Xaphen @BadDo9 this is your signal "No, you will first report to me," a stout scarred face approached the servant of Omnissiah, hefting a power fist on one arm and grim look beneath a distinctive looking black hat. "I am Commissar Otto Strauss of Ruvornian 32nd Storm Legion, and who or what are you?"
The adventurer sighed as she weighed the heavy armour. On one hand, she was surprised to see it intact, just like the rest of her gear. On the other hand, it had certainly gotten heavier, which meant that her muscles hat atrophied from malnourishment. An inacceptable breach of her faith and ideals, regardless of the circumstances, but in the end, one she could rectify through penace. She didn't question the nature of their saviours mostly because they had not shot her. When she heard the sounds of battle resound through her prison and noticed the presence of Imperial forces, she'd initially come to believe that her journey had finally come to an end, but lo and behold, here she stood, next to a locker, putting on proper clothes and her carapace once again. It seemed her former cellmates were not willing to waste time getting back on track either. When she finally got her faded robe and armour back into place, she ran a simple test on her implants, moving her metal companion bolted to the shoulder somewhat tentatively, the artificial limb moving with some difficulty. She made a mental note to disassemble it at the next opportunity and give it a proper cleaning and repairing, apologizing to the poor thing. Another breach of ideology; this one was devoted to her God but it was hard showing this devotion when imprisoned in an Orkish cell! There was one more piece that she frantically sought in the pile of gear, and she only found it after digging deep into the locker. Grabbing the end with thumb and index finger, she carefully pulled out a leather string to which a few pointy canines were affixed, with a single symbol, a metal skull within a cog which seemed foreign and alien in the leather-and-bone thing, in the middle. Quickly, she tied it around her neck, wearing it visibly over the collar of her armour. After collecting the rest of her gear, and giving her trusty Chainsword Ocetlotl a few tentative whirls, letting the black-toothed chain run a few rounds around the rounded tip of the hefty Macahuitl-pattern, she finally turned and bowed to her mysterious saviour with his not-so-Imperial Stormtroopers. "I thank you for rescuing us", she began, "and, allow me to thank you, in the name of the magnificient machines laid to rest in this gestalt ship, for cleansing so many machine spirits' final resting place of the Orks. My name is <Coatl> ...and as a humble servant of the Omnissiah, I am deeply indebted to you." The dark-skinned woman straightened herself, and moved a fire-scarred hand to the right of her pair of artificial eyes, turning something at the fitting where its lens was affixed, and looked at the group. "I... assume you will not react too harshly, however I feel compelled to mention that I am decidedly not orthodox in my faith, but nevertheless, my methods observe ritual. It is a lot to ask, but if you would have me at least until we pass a civilized world, I would offer my spiritual guidance for the machinery in exchange... of course, that is, unless you already carry a member of orthodoxy...", she added, her eyebrows shifting slightly, "...No amount of lubricant would counteract the incompatibility of our beliefs."
*on the wrath of shadow* (ooc an old battle barge fused into the hulk that has weapons systems still active) tempestus walked onto the bridge and turned to the comand throne "i know your here come out" as he spoke a cloaked figure walked out of the shadows and sat on the comand throne "you have a familiar precense who are you" the figure just sat there looking at the dreadnaught and stared at him then laughed slightly "be gone specter i know you are not real"
<Amraphel> -before intermission phase: The first few days after the slaying of the Ork leader had been tedious. He had been resting for most of the time, recovering from his wounds, but thanks to the care of their apothecary and the astartes physique's superhuman regenerational abilities, the healing process went well and after some time he felt in a good enough shape to take a stroll across the accesible areas of the space hulk. -current time: Amraphel leisurely strolled along one of the crorridors of the safer part of the hulk, but it was also very close to the areas that some considered to be be 'tainted' . As he walked he contemplated on recent events, the fight against the Ork's leader in particular, for it had been a tough affair and it had cost him dearly. While Walking, he came across a thick adamantium wall rising in front of him, probably another ship, fused into the hulk. Slowly, he the read gold letters running across the hull: De Profundis. The ship itself seemed to be of ancient design for it showed many features and adornments that hadn't been used since the great crusade. Through a gaping hole in the wall, Amraphel entered the wreckage, eager to explore it. At first sight, it seemed like nobody had entered this ship for ages, for everything inside it was covered by thick layers of grey dust. The like had probably failed millenia ago, so he had to rely on his enhanced vision, as he made his way through ancient corridors. To his left, he saw many of the rooms typical for astartes vessels, training cages, armories and even a small chapel dedicated to the emperor. After some minutes of exploration, Amraphel stumbled across a small secluded room at the end of a long corridor. With little effort, he pushed the door aside and entered the humble room. As he entered his sight immediately fell on an ancient chainsword, half consumed by rust. On the other side of the room there was a table and a bed , aqdequate for the size of an astartes. Something on the table cought his eyes, an ancient scroll of parchment, covered by layers of dust and next to it there was an ancient candle holder, the candle long burned out. With careful movements of his Hands, he cleared the parchment of the dust and started to read: Personal diary of Sergeant Malnor of the 17th Legio Astartes, assigned to the 1023rd expeditionary fleet of the emperor's great crusade. Carefully, he placed the scroll back on the table, vowing to read it later. Next to the scroll, he placed another piece of literature, brought here by himself, written in an ancient language, only the title expressed in high gothic: Salvatio Militans. His quarters claimed, Amraphel walked back to the more densely populated areas of the hulk, checking out some unsual appearances at times. After some minutes of walking, he had an idea of what do to. "Why don't do a useful activity and at the same time have a chance to prove and also improve his own combat skills? He really should venture on a righterous and pure hunt, for hunts had always given him an poortunity to clear his thoughts . A hunt was the perfect opportunity for every warrior to hone his skills, when there is no real battle to be fought . So after some consideration he resolved to hunt and made his way towards the 'tainted' areas.
OOC: Oh, looks like we got a whole party of Ad-Mechs here @High_Adept_Zeth @Casavay Ixtab sat curled, looking forward to the dead Orks that were outside his cage. The Radiation slowly killing all of the ones sent before and all the ones sent after. Today was different. No replacements have arrived and no Nob came to order any of them around. Maybe they are having a civil war among themselves. It didn't really matter. It has been weeks since he has been locked here and escape was futile. It was almost too easy to leave the cage, but escaping this... thing. He wasn't even sure where he was being held. He threw up his Robe's black hood to cover his metal helmet. His helmet had been tattered and dented. The Horizontal view slit was ripped and slashed open at several points, barley resembling the original design and even his advanced bionic eye had been shot out. Even his plates of Red armor were ripped off of him. Probably used for some kind of terrible Tech Heresy. But the Orks that were heading his way probably didn't mind his appearance. Maybe if he was able to paint himself green he could get away. Maybe... As the step got closer and closer, they sounded different. Metal on metal contact, while smaller feet followed. Maybe the Leader of the Orks? But why head here? It was a dead end prison, leading nowhere into the ship. To his surprise, none other than humans and a single Astarte appeared. He had only ever once seen another Astarte and it was not of the same Chapter or Image. Before he could think another thought, he informed himself of the Astarte's origin. Deathwatch. Wasting no time, Ixtab pushed hard on his prison cell's door. The ragged door collapsed under the force and crumbled to the floor and dead Orks beneath. The radiation the leaked out of Ixtab has weaken the doors just like it had killed the guards. It was just when he was going to open it up, not how. Before taking a step out, he cracked into the Chaplain's vox. Not to startle him to much. "I assume you are here to save us, Astarte? I am Vanguard Alpha, Ixtab Stygies. From the 8th Cohort, serving the Legio Honorum. I mean no harm."
He had heard gunfire, some unmistakable as the report of bolters. However, as he was then, he would have been no help. Now, though, his cell door had opened, and he stepped out, nodding with a small grin at his saviors. He was a Black-skinned giant, leaner than one would think an Astartes could be with a right arm of tarnished chrome. His left eye burned red as a coal in a fire, while his right was of pearlescent ash, possibly coursty of the scar that ran straight down the right of his face, from temple to jaw. His head was topped by straight red hair that reached down to his ears. "You have my thanks." Before any more could be said, he cocked his head as if listening to, or for, something. Abruptly, he stepped over to a large locker by the wall and ripped it open, Revealing a suit of Mark VI Corvus Power Armour, what wasn't broken, burned or scarred painted with the colors of a Salmanders Warrior. By its side was a scoped combi-flamer, hanging by a shoulders strap; as well a bladed bolt pistol and a large broadsword. "I am Temvero Va'Thun," his voice was soft, hesitant, yet hardened by a weight that was held in his entire being. "The Heart of Flame, Salamanders 5th Company." He gathered his weapons and turned to face his rescue once again. "Is there a workable forge? My Arms and Armour require some care. I can speak more once I tend to them." EDIT: Added my hair (Whoops)
*wrath of shadows* tempestus looked at the figure and laughed "i am not a specter, i am tempestus of the ordo xenos" "now that is a proper greeting, you are veritas then" as the figure spoke the hood on its cloak fell down revealing a human female face "i am carlarth the silent one"
- Rocky and Edd, with Bucky... bigger Bucky. After the first few days, at least what counted for days aboard the unnamed Space Hulk, Rocky and Edd had spent much of that time with the purge teams. Clearing out Ork dens, removing dangerous obstacles, and locating useful equipment. Anything they could use to repair the ships or that could be of use to the group... of convicted traitors, Deathwatch deserters, and now Imperial refugees. How they were going to explain that one was any one's guess. Edd had been raising the baby fanged Daer. Able to live off a mushed protein supplements and water, Bucky has grown like a weed. Now standing taller than Rocky and comes up to an average human's waist. Youth horns had developed into points and his grinding teeth had started to grown in. Definitely an omnivore, and Edd couldn't be happier! Playing with Bucky, using objects for him to fetch and practice with his horns. "I still don't think it's a good idea to bring Bucky with us Edd. This is no place for a lower life form." "He's not lower, Bucky es bigger than you." "That's not what I meant. Anything could be lurking in these places. The only reason I'm here is too always be with armed competent soldiers. In case of... genestealers." Rocky hated Space Hulks. He hated everything about them and why they were always being boarded he'd never know. 'If you want something so bad, then bomb the crap out of it and make it smaller to manage.' Rocky thought. "Da Orks would have kill dem by now. So many Orkz don't share wiff Tyranids." "They aren't like Orks Edd. They're stealthy, ceramite rending, brainwashing bug bastards. I'm not taking any chances until we have at least one ship up and running." "Ya should lay off dat recafe Rocky, ya got dat look en yer eye again." "Ssssh, be very very quiet. I'm purging evil." "Stay close Bucky, I'll keep ya safe." Bucky moved closer to Edd, demonstrating a trained aspect of the imprinted mammal. OOC: Welcome new members on the Road of Blood! You have just enlisted into possible excommunication, torture by the Inquisition, killing every horrible way imaginable, and the loss of your mortal soul... Bring it on! Spoiler View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpE_STh3E8I -edited-
