"Our contact from beyond demanded we deal with disgruntled forces under Torusvek's command. We have 'allies' on the inside, allies who will no doubt attempt to usurp control of our world as soon as the magos is disposed of. "

@Colapse

@Draconion
Aphael accepted the placement he had been given within their little conclave, though still only in partial with his own mind on guard, it wasent much this conclave, but surely it was something, even if Alkaz allmost withdrew more power than he could summon.

One thing Aphael had to admit was that he was allmost impressed by Viator, yes surely the sons of the dark prince where allways extravagant, and the mutants hungered for even the attention of wrecthes like this penance squad, but his flair and words would have worked surely even on some less desperate flock.
Though now it was time to prepair, their where unarmoured, still weakened, and about to go to war for the first time in who knows how long, he had never learned the curret year, if it even mattered with the warps time fluctuation.
Though before too many questions could get asked, Aphael felt a need to get a move on, though patience was gold, he would not feel right until adorned in Armour and sigils once more, and he would rise from these ashes stronger than ever, perhaps this soul pain could lead him to the key one day, when more calculated plans got set in motion.

"That, honored one, is a question for adept Arnogal. Let us go to him and we shall marshal our forces for war. " Heretical preacher shuffled off to the side, addressing another mutant bedecked in scrap metal armor and sized up to Ogryn levels of bulk. Lower jaw and neck were entirely consumed by pulsating flesh that looked set to burst with unholy muscle. "Gather our brothers and sisters in processing. Have them roll the vehicles up first before filling the other carts in with bodies. The time is nigh. " Muscle swollen mutant kind of bobbed its upper head in understanding before awkwardly turning around to begin smacking the others into line. "Come with me Word Bearers, we shant waste anymore time. "

With the shanty town quickly clearing of its inhabitants due to the call of war the team was able to move swiftly to their next meeting. Leaving the massive chamber across a decently well kept ramp of metal they entered the cramped confines of some sort of control room and overseer's office. A pair of flamer turrets mounted in the ceiling flickered their pilot lights at the group, preacher coming short and heaving a sigh. "Hold a moment... " Roughly a minute passed before both weapons quieted with their hissing and heating. Passing forward they were treated to the sight of a single heavy vox unit propped up against a wall and surrounded by a dozen gutted machines and technological refuse. "It took much scavenging to build a unit strong enough to reach into the main forge from here. "

"Allow me to speak with the Word Bearers at once, we have much work to do and a very small window to do it in. " A tinny, static laden voice cut in coming directly from the vox unit itself. "Have one of them answer at once! "

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Viator growled, not liking the tone of this new speaker. Not one bit. Then again, if he was a servant of the Mechanicum, such behavior was to be expected. Fallen priesthood (and the "faithful ones" for that matter) of Mars tends to breed arrogant specimens, much to Dark Prince's satisfaction.

"Yes, this is Erebus speaking," Viator said into the vox, dead serious, "Next time you make a demand of me, I'll have your soul flayed for an eternity. Now tell me...what do we need to get this show on the road?"

Silim listens in silence for the most part to the exchange between Viator and the mutant rebels, simultaneously alarmed and impressed by the man's smoothness and brazen elan. He seemed to thrive on constantly treading the razor's edge...but that was a devotee of the Dark Prince for you.

Keeping half an eye and ear on his immediate surrounds, he turns the bulk of his attention to strategic matters as they march off into the mutant settlement and into the heart of their stronghold. Within the war-conclave's mindscape, three-dimensional thought-constructs outlining his next plan of action bloom before all three minds, appraising them of his plans.

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<Initiate psychic reconaissance: Phase One - aerial survey of mission area.>

Drawing strength from both his brothers with a pulse of thought, he moulds it into an autonomous aetherial construct and links it to his consciousness with a telepathic tendril. Setting the invisible, intangible spy-drone aloft with a pulse of will, he lets it soar over the mission area at various altitudes, keeping to an altitude of about 500 metres for the most part, and dipping low to investigate points of interest.

<Phase Two - Psychic Debrief of Allied Forces>

As Viator begins yet another daring ruse, speaking to their fifth columnist within Torusvek's forge, Silim beckons imperiously to the mutant preacher.

"You will open your mind to me," he says, allowing his voice to take on the disturbing bi-tonality of active psychic power use, his eyes glimmering with the unlight of the Warp, "Show me all you have seen of the war against the infidels and the heretics.".

Reaching out with a hand, he aims to place it upon the preacher's head and instantly downstream all the man's memories of the war against Torusvek and the Imperium, focusing particularly on troop strengths and manoeuvres, key figures in the struggle and relationships between them, and, most importantly, routes of access to the main forge, with a particular eye to secrecy, stealth and redundancy.

"If you're Erebus then I'm Abaddon, try to fool me again and I'll order you to flay -yourself-." A brief pause pregnant with annoyance followed. " Situation is the Imperials are starting to move into the area around the degenerate meatbags' little hideaway. Meaning that to get things moving I need confirmation that you all are almost ready to move and that I can have power re-routed to your area of the forge for transport. Need that and your desires as to how we approach the actual assault. My collaborators and myself have any flesh minds loyal to Torusvek on the front lines and in the breached sectors. Our own forces are cushioned back towards the inner layers waiting to spring the trap. The only concern right now is several crippling blows have been dealt to our outlying facilities by a team of Adeptus Astartes, allowing significant pressure to be placed upon our front lines. The current objective is to have the mutants launch a diversionary assault on the forge and then move in to hold it against any advancing Imperials. I will be manipulating whatever variables I can to cover your approach to Torusvek so that you may dispose of him as seen fit. A small unit courtesy of allied interests within the forge will link up with you as soon as possible to aid in your objective. After that matter is wrapped up you will be seen off world in whatever manner is most expedient and agreeable to your tastes. " (@Colapse )

While Arnogal rattled off the plan in clipped, rapid fire sentences, the other Slaaneshi had pulled aside secondary ringleader of this rebellion.The mutant preacher had shut out all of the planning so that he may focus upon Nemeritus and pay the holy one proper dues.

"Arnogal is our contact within the heart of the forge. He claims to command one of their primary noosespheric towers, or some other nonsense, I admit my knowledge of the machine cults and their deviants is unknown to me. Their faith in Chaos is detestably low, they worship themselves and no others. Expect them to betray us at the earliest opportunity if it befits themselves, especially after the gambit the honored herald over there just pulled. " (@Redthirst ) Preacher was then struck dumb, silenced as Sillim imperiously ripped the knowledge from his mind, sharing it with his kin along with what would be gathered by the psy-drone.

Preacher was of admittedly little use to them. His place had been down here in an abandoned mining facility. He lead the masses in their faith, not in war. The strengths of the mutants were what he had to offer and a rough roster was presented for their purview, memories crushed and re-formed into a regimented list. Units broken down by faith, broad categories of mutant arch-types established and a fleet of looted vehicles that would of made any Ork proud put on display. It would make a serviceable distraction, and something of a speed bump for any major Imperial incursions during the operation. Two names came up as being akin to high ranking military equivalents in Preacher's mind. The muscle swollen brute that had been sent off to muster the mutants was known as Zur-Ur, and seemed to be a champion of sorts. Then there was a mutant formed in the image of a penitent engine of sorts, wired into a mining walker. A few cybernetics of middling quality marked him as perhaps having once been a high overseer of some sort. Warlord, rather than general, seemed to be the most appropriate moniker for Truggar Threl.

The trio of Thousand Sons were then left to turn their attentions to information streaming in thanks to their invisible eye in the sky. Most immediately striking was the lay out of the forge itself; being a single chamber contained within a hollow shell of a mountain range reinforced to keep the place from caving in. Massive mining operations cleaned out the earth of ore while simultaneously preparing the scaffolding for further expansion. Clusters of pipes ran up into the ceiling, sitting in place like tangles of creeper vines while they flushed smog into the hidden skies above. Walls were studded with artillery and anti-air platforms, some of them idle and others actively firing into the forge city or its outskirts. Mag-rails threaded through the area connected various sectors and outlying mining projects beyond. Much like the aborted expedition they were currently located in.
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@Grall_Stonefist @Vlayden

Silim narrows his focus onto the tangled weave of pipes exiting Torusvek's forge.

<Descend to ground-level for close-in reconnaissance. Investigate possibility of ground-level and subterranean egress routes via pipelines and underground tunnels. Brother Aphael - you have the helm while I confer with Viator.>

@Colapse

With that, he taps Viator on the shoulder and whispers in the Slaaneshi's ear.

"Try to get more details on enemy dispositions. I'm especially interested in those Astartes and Torusvek's elite guard, as we're most likely to encounter them."

"Before we set off, I have final set of questions for you, voice-coming-out-of-the-vox," Viator spoke next, pacing around the room and giving a wink to Silim as a signal that he agreed and will relay the question, which he asked few moments afterwards. "This Astartes team, the lapdogs of their Corpse God and all of that, tell me what do you know about them? Have you seen them, what is their team's disposition, how many of them are there, do they have any vehicles, that sort of thing?"

"Also, what about Torusvek's personal guard? Who are they and what can we expect out of the old Heretek? Does he have any hidden aces up his sleeve that he can use against us?"

"Once you answer these questions we shall confine for the last time and give you green light to set things in motion."