"Our sweet Pelager does have point, but this isn't a Space Hulk or some difficult boarding operation. It's a simple wreckage, a fresh one I might add. Those enemies are wretched beings, dead things given life. They might pose a threat to an unskilled group of sailors, but not Holy Ordo members." "In any case," the Torturer swung his sword around, looking as if he was testing its weight, which didn't make much sense, "For the sake of playing good, I'll support whatever Phoebus decides. Although, I don't see many warriors here - one is half-broken, other is a scared girl and the third one is a cog-boy without some serious enhancement. Perhaps you three should run while the big boys get the item?"
Phoebus placed a cremite encased hand on the Pelager's shoulder. "I swear on the honor of my Chapter, we will survive this mission to completion. If we leave now, we may very well lose our chance to capture the Corsair. A being that could hold answers our Inquisitor seeks. Take heart, have faith in your squad and in the Emperor's wrath to be dispensed upon these foul abominations." Phoebus moved on to glance down the adjacent corridor the K.A.T. unit was last detected on the HUB. 'It's dark, but fewer corridors. Personal quarters or storage rooms perhaps?' "You forget our friend we made at the Tavern planet side. You know, the one you left me with after calling me over from the bar..." Phoebus let his words sit as to bare weight. Phoebus checks his belt a for explosives. Finding a remote detonation back, 2 inferno grenades, 1 stun-grenade, and 3 frags. "There's more than enough fire power between the Ranger, my self, and the Thallax to handle a small army. I take it the rest of you carry a side arm of some form? You will need it."
"I didn't forget him, I'm simply doing the most prudent thing. Eldar Rangers tend to go...missing, from time to time, and relying on their help in dire situations is a fools hope," the Torturer said, not even noticing the intended "jibe". Instead, he followed the Astartes down the pathway he went through, keeping silent and preparing himself for battle.
"No but logic could dictate that he would be on the bridge Lamentor." following behind the party with his shadowy figure then push ahead a-little then turning around "Well come on then there is not time to loss I would suppose I'll lead the way!" So'reth started to head to the bridge the fastest way he knew how.
Bothered by the fact they'd assumed she was deathly afraid, Ry'thss huffed and raised her hands defensively. She had wanted to twitch away from the Lamenter's hand, not liking being touched even through what felt like fifteen kilometres of ceramite and her void suit, but the very same prevented the woman from doing so. "Pssh, I'm not afraid of dying - well, I don't want to die but you get the gist - it's just that I don't think it's prudent to endanger ourselves needlessly. But I've always been one for following the leader, eh?" While this was a blatant lie, it had been true that the Pelager was willing to follow Loki and Phoebus even though she objected. After all, this was still in service to Veronica, and both were capable men... well, at least she thought Loki to be (never having seen him in action, curiously), and found that if there is anything like a certification of martial prowess by virtue of species, the Astartes certainly had it.
OOC: #1 Mon'keigh; #2 Ry'thss is a Pelager and therefor an Abhuman and therefor looks more fish than human.
Phoebus had preformed a number of transport mission, unusual the as a bodyguard. 'She will be ready, at the very lest. Missing a target in these hallways would be rather difficult with a plasma weapon... Can't say the same about the walls.' Oh well, he would just have to trust Ry'thss to not blow up the ship. Phoebus fired his weapon, missing the ranger by mere millimeters. "We move when I say so." Phoebus activated his Vox, "Davarus how long till you reach the bridge? We can defend better from there. Also, reacquiring the K.A.T. unit would be a sound investment." Phoebus looked back to the rest of the group and their accusing eyes. "What?"
"ETA is thirty seconds. I suggest you rather cover our retreat, rather than throw your life away for a K.A.T. unit. If you can get it, then go get it. If you can't, then ensure our retreat. I called reinforcements from the Ebony Flame, but I doubt they will go any further than the Hangar Hallway to provide cover and take some of the attention. We are going to leave in five minutes, no longer, no shorter." The last part was broadcast on all Imperial Channels, while adjusting his chronometer to display such timer.
