Izakdor is still waiting for the assault to begin. "Do I need to give another sermon, or what?" He asks angrily. "Let's kill some fracking unbelievers for the God's sake!"
With a deliberate turn of his head Orghast stares down Izakdor. Both eyes bulging a moment as he takes in a deep breath as if preparing to bellow. All that comes forth is a rancid, hacking coughing fit that fills the gunship's stale recycled air with breath most foul. Bits of infected spittle drip drop upon assault chairs and floor eating into their metal like the accursed mites of Samech. Expression turns toward a smile now and plague marine speaks in a slow deliberate tone, a small trail of blood laced drool rolling down bloated, sagging chin. "We are in flight Izakdor, patience. Death is never denied, it all comes in the end. " Wheezing back a generous amount of phlegm Orghast looks forward once more, closing his eyes and beginning to hum quietly, a tame pre-combat hymn to the true Corpse Lord.
Malrak looks up from his book "Patience is a virtue priest." Malrak continues to look through his notes. Once the Nurglite started to hack up blood and mucus he got up and moved away to one of the seats in the back of the ship near the cockpit.
Izakdor is literally twitching with insane bloodlust, the ark liquid he ingested heightening his senses and making the voices from the Warp become louder.
Malark comes to a page about daemonic possessions and warp rifts he had written during his time being taught by the Tzeentch cult that he had saved from total annihilation and begins to wonder. He turns to the twitching priest"Izakdor would it be possible to create a warp rift upon our landing at the station? I would like to summon the Horrors of The Changer of Ways to aid us in the planet's ascension and the assertion of our Mistress's rule over any survivors." @Azathoth
Thermidor would step even further away from Orghast, not wanting to get any of the plague marine's fluids on him. He would then turn to Malrak. "If you do actually manage to summon them, please do keep them in line, I do not wish the ordeal of having to repair whatever otherworldly damage they would bring to the station if they were let free."
"I fear that complete control over a large group is beyond my current abilities and stature among Tzeenches followers but if the priest were to work with me we should be able to Influence quite a few of them to the point were they would only attack the forces outside the main structure." He looked at his book again. "Though there is no guarantee that the ones that answer the call to battle will be Horrors either for all we know hordes of Bloodletters will pour out or even Chaos spawn."
"If our objective is hampered or dampened by the summoning of the Neverborn. " Orghast paused in his hymn to speak, looking sideways at Malrak with a single blood shot eye. "I will be sure to drag you screaming into the warp with me. Limit it to a small mob or none at all. " Mouth puckered tightly as he swallowed back the usual noxious mixture laying stagnant in dead veins. "If they, and by proxy yourself, interfere with our ultimate goal I'll be spending the Mistresses' blood to make an example. " Stomach mouth shifted, a length of his own intestinal track momentarily snaked across lower 'lip as if delighting in the threat.
"Very well Orghast I shall only summon two to act as my guards that shall be simple enough to do and they wont hamper your operation." Malrak bowed to the commanding Plague marine and sat back down. He opened his book and flipped to the pages detailing how to summon a single daemon of course he will have to do the ritual twice but still it will be simple enough though he will need two sacrifices."It looks like I will not be needing your help after all Priest." Malrak pricked his left hand with the claw of his right pointer figure and drew two Tzeentch chaos stars on two blank pages in his dark red blood. He completed the stars by writing nine nines in the center eye of the stars.
Just as the Thunderhawk was drawing close to its destination, the Dreadclaw landed right outside of the breach within the station. Just outside of the Dreadclaw stood several Guardsmen who had been moving crates about, likely containing materials needed to repair the station. The Guardsmen dashed off in various directions, shouting at one another at the surprise arrival of their new guest. Several dove into cover, taking up what weapons they had and waited for the Dreadclaw to unleash whatever horrors it had stored within. The Thunderhawk had meanwhile managed to set down unnoticed a short distance away from the impending combat. A small group of Imperials had taken cover behind a fallen pillar, leaving them wide open to those within the Thunderhawk. The resistance here truly did seem to be rather... small to say the least. From here the group would be able to decide if they really did want to split into two groups, or simply charge through the opening as a single wave of death through the facility. OOC: Feel free to kill off a few Imperials if you like.
