Daaros layed down a withering barrage of shells, bringing destruction to the xenos that followed his comrades. Though still the gaunts threw themselves into the path of his experimental bolts, everyonce and awhile a bolt would get threw and obliterate a vanguard creature. "Keep moving! Steel over flesh!"

In Thunderhawk:
@Grall_Stonefist - Character: Henigst Ghostmaker
@Vulpas - Character: Duran
@lord-watchman - Character: Chronos
@Thurservorr - Character: Terath
+ Magos & Data

On Landing Pad:
@Uriel1339 - Character: Isaiah
@NightxHaunter - Character: Azazel
@Loldoom - Character: Daaros
@Angles - Character: Angalox

~~Dark Angel Isaiah~~
"GET INSIDE!" Isaiah commanded Azazel, Daaros and Angalox, making his stand and keeping the enemy pinned down at the entrance ramp, gritting his teeth at the indomitable stupidity and/or will of the enemy to fell the Astartes.


~~Thunderhawk Pilot~~
"Hundreds of flying organisms spotted... Either we leave within the minute, or we all die!" The Thunderhawk pilot informed the Astartes Kill-Team.

Leaped forward into the Thunderhawks hold looking behind him and feeling useless at the fact he had run out of ammunition, he looked around frantically before laying eyes on the Space Wolf, he walked over and kneeled beside Henisgt laying a hand on his shoulder and keeping the chainsword in the other low towards the ground just incase a Bug magically popped up from underneath. "How fares your head brother?" he spoke nodding that it was all to be fine before his head snapped up at the Pilots words "Gargoyles.....This is not good. Daaros! Slaughter as many of those abominations as you can to slow them down! It might by us some more time!" he yelled out over the vox. Smashing his chest piece with his hand the Jump Pack dropped to the floor behind him leaving him lighter.

Revving his chainsword he stood just ahead of Isaiah slashing at some who got past the suppression but never stood a step too far away "HURRY!" he yelled out to the remaining two kicking a xeno in the face and grabbing Angalox by his back back throwing him behind himself with a grunt

While standing at the edge of Thunderhawks entrance ramp, Terath emptied his last remaining clip of ammunition on tyranids approaching Astartes vehicle. He placed it inside the aircraft and armed himself with bolt pistol and machete.

"Wolf, I am requesting permission to extract them against their will. I am more than able to do so, let me get them and lets be done with this damned place."

In Thunderhawk:
@Grall_Stonefist - Character: Henigst Ghostmaker
@Vulpas - Character: Duran
@lord-watchman - Character: Chronos
@Thurservorr - Character: Terath
@Angles - Character: Angalox
@NightxHaunter - Character: Azazel
+ Magos & Data

On Landing Pad:
@Uriel1339 - Character: Isaiah
@Loldoom - Character: Daaros

The Heavy Bolter fell silent. "We are leaving, Daaros." Isaiah commanded and made hurry for the Thunderhawk. "We are flying in five seconds, with or without him." He announced via vox - pointing at Daaros, not bothering to wait on Henigst agreement, he was most likely out or hallucinating from the forces he drew power from and therefor incapable of leading.

The Dark Angel walked over to the Magos, grabbing him by the neck. "The data is better valuable to the Deathwatch, because I do not intend to risk our lives for the work of the Adeptus Mechanicus." He growled and let the Magos drop, turning away to face the Space Wolf, watching over him in silence.

Chronos looked at the magos "if the data is useless i say we put him in a drop pod and send him back to his lab"

The techmarine emptied the last bolt of his gun into the menacing horde before running after the dark angel, as he ran towards the plane he unhooked a frag grenade and dropped it after him to slow the xenos pursuit. Once he got into the thunder hawk Daaros gave the artifact bolter to the Magos before saying an apology in machine cant: "I am sorry if used this before it was ready, I hope any damage is repairable."

Then the iron hand turned to the hatch once more and took his usual bolter off his belt, firing as the ship took off

The Magos did not answer but just sat there, bracing for the start as he took the Experimental Bolter from Daaros. "It was ready. It just had no field testing.... Until now." He removed some sort of chip from the side of the Bolter from a secret compartment, something not even Daaros noticed, it was a miniature data-slate, for recording data like those in Picters. It was slid into the robes of the Magos. The Bolter rest across his lap.

The Thunderhawk sped into the air even while the ramp was still closing. "Did anyone put the self-destruction on?" The Pilot asked, Isaiah taking a seat opposite to Henigst - his eyes never leaving the Space Wolf.

"Unknow I advise we continue the extraction, however... Everyone if you have any explosives left now would be a good time to use them" he said to everyone in the thunderhawk looking back at the compound he noticed a few plasma cells most likely used for generating power, with all his might he threw his two remaining krak grenades, one missing entirely but killing a few warriors and the other just placed close enough to cause a reaction and make it explode with a massive blue light of flame and heat "That will cause some flames..." he spoke with a soft smile under his helm looking at the explosive damage that was being caused.

"Yeah or you just managed to sabotage a self destruction." Isaiah said with an annoyed tone. Every Astartes would know that Plasma Generators are most often the key for self-destruct commands as they can cause the most damage if used for tactical overcharge. Even Imperial Stormtroopers with Hotshot weapons use such techniques to destroy Power Armor and light vehicles. Letting an energy cell overheat and then unleash. Sure it was dangerous, so was to have Plasma Generators like these so easily exposed. But if tactically utilized, a weapon.

Nothing happened as the Thunderhawk entered atmosphere, so the Self-Destruct command either wasn't given or did not work. In the end, it did not matter. There was nothing the Tyranids could gain, or was there? The Vox of the Astartes crackled before coming to full life.

"AGGGHHHH!" "WHY?!" "GET OFF ME!" "OMNISSI-!" And more screams and exclaims were heard, the adepts being torn apart alive, sharing their cries and screams of agony, fear and despair with the Astartes and the Magos. Flesh ripping and bone snapping being clearly heard, until eventually silence fell.... Save for the screeches of the Tyranids and other primitive sounds such as it could be heard that flesh was devoured, the tapping of their claws on the floor.

Victory was gained as per mission objectives. But in the end, could this be called victory? Isaiah stood motionless but praying in his mind for the fallen imperial citizens. He would sin until the Tyranids of this world would have been completely annihilated.

Eventually the Thunderhawk tapped down on the orbital station, the Magos being extracted by a readied escort and the data-slate-crate being lifted out. Isaiah stepped out and headed for the armory to get his Backpack resupplied, grabbing new grenades and then heading over to the briefing room for the next deployment.

Reminder:
@Grall_Stonefist - Character: Henigst Ghostmaker
@Angles - Character: Angalox
@lord-watchman - Character: Chronos
@Loldoom - Character: Daaros
@Vulpas - Character: Duran
@NightxHaunter - Character: Azazel
@Thurservorr - Character: Terath