Sergeant Belisarius gets hit full on by the fletchett volley, the electrified mono-molecular ribbons of metal biting into his armor. The sensation was initially like being peppered by gravel and shortly after like being struck by lightning again and again and again... His sensors lit up like a Sanguinius Day tree as the ribbons of metal sent millions of volts of electricity through his armor. Seals melted and limbs locked in place as the rivets and metal plates became molten. Belisarius tried to scream in pain but only garbled gasps evacuated his now crisping lungs. His mind raced as he slumped into a burned out heap, the last sounds he hears with his natural ears beforing passing out from pain are his own ear lobes sizzling and popping in the heat...
Battle C: Dark Mechanicus Mayhem Properly torn apart by the storm of bolter shells the corrupted servitors and Adept were trampled by the surviving Minotaurs, the lone Tactical squad linger behind was abandoned and left to deal with their wounded and dead. The fletchetts had spread but lacked much in the way of penetrating power beyond the front line warriors as such only five of the Minotaurs were hit, two had died and three were wounded and out cold. They were all dragged back up the crater with more than a bit of shame weighing them down. The scrap code attack was still under way but the Magos overseeing the facility were working hard to fight it. The code was rather basic, trading potency and defense for speed and aggressiveness. Every second spent devising counter measures was a second of more and more loyal Mechanicus units turning on their masters. Defenses throughout the facility were fairing poorly, if the defensive line didn't turn in on itself it was cut down mercilessly or purged by their own defense mechanisms. The squads spread out into four groups each taking a different level of the lab. Floor one was mostly clear beyond those wall mounted guardians and the automated defense systems. Floor Two was a mad house by comparison, roving groups of Adepts and servitors had taken over after purging the loyalist and were now collecting whatever weaponry or chemicals were at hand, delivering them to teleporter beacons guarded by renegade marines consisting a mix of havocs and tactical squads. Floor Three was the current battle ground between the two forces, the scrap code had been halted here and any surviving tech priest and servitors who weren't defending the Magos on the fourth floor were up here dealing with the corrupted and the bands of traitor Astartes sent to gather more of the labs works. Battle A: Misdirect Boarding Action " With me heros of the Imperium! I cannot hold them back forever! We retreat to join my brothers preparing an assault elsewhere, we shall deal with these monsters in time!" The 'Angel' the sorcerer had manifested as let out a triumphant cry as he struck down one of the Praetor's who had resisted his control with an arc of warp lightning. The warp gate behind him roared furiously and beckoned them to enter.
Captain Herakleon was not surprised to see some injured return from the facility but the extreme injury incurred by Sergeant Belisarius was a detriment he took hard. "Return him to the Invictus Taurus and have him interred immediately," he grumbled," Aiakos could use a playmate." The mostly destroyed body of Sergeant Belisarius was loaded quickly onto a Thunderhawk for transport back to the battle barge. Upon arrival, the critically wounded marine was interred within the sarcophagus of a contemptor class dreadnought. Under direct orders from Asterion Moloc the newly interred dreadnought was required to atone for his failure in the line of duty and powerful stimulants were used to awaken the barely healed remains of Belisarius' mind. A terrible groan erupted from the dreadnought as it took its first steps. It stumbled slightly and caught itself, the collision with the wall causing a sizable dent. As if realizing his predicament, the massive bipedal tank righted itself. "Where am I needed?" he thundered, his own death fresh in his mind," Has the battle at Kor's Fall been won?" "Not yet, Brother," replies a nearby voice that seemed to mimic his own as another contemptor moves from the shadows," you have been given a second chance to atone for your weakness. Join me and we shall make the traitors pay for their weakness." "Brother Aiakos..." drones Belisarius as he attempts to kneel awkwardly in his new body in the presence of so decorated a hero of the chapter," it would be an honor." "We bow to no one now, Brother," replies the other dreadnought as he rises," let us make ready for war." Servitors and a few Techmarines position the two dreadnoughts and attach their weaponry. For Belisarius: a massive power axe as one hand and an assault cannon for the other, underslung by a heavy flamer. For Aiakos: a power fist as one hand and an assault cannon for the other, also underslung by a heavy flamer. After receiving the proper blessings and being anointed with the proper oils, a process both dreadnoughts thought marginally irritating. They entered a Thunderhawk bound for the planet's surface and Kor's Fall. "I hope you are a quick learner, Brother Belisarius," rumbles Aiakos," for this honor you have been given is both a blessing and a curse. It takes a great deal of time to master and fully exploit for war." "Do not worry for me, Brother Aiakos," replies Belisarius," though, I do wonder what I shall do when I have an itch." The massive machines both emit a kind of rasping noise which the pilot hearing all of this can only assume is laughter...
"JUSTICE SHALL COME TO THE UNCLEAN! THE ALIEN! THE HERETIC!" Raphael hailed as he moved forwards, leading the survivors of the 1st company now, being right behind 'The Angel'. His Storm Bolters ready to kill every single of those heretics. 'They must had been affected for so long that it spread so rapid! Perhaps the Chaos attacked them while they were boarding the Orks... Yes, that must have happened.... No... THAT DID HAPPEN! There is no other explanation than that!' The Terminator-Devastator decided to choose his own truth, looking from hallway to hallway, always aiming each weapon down one hallway, keeping a close eye on his Auspex for enemy movement.
Battle A: Misdirected Boarding Action The Sorcerer swept his arm out over them and with a burst of warp flame they disappeared and warped back to the heretic's main ship. Standing their on the main command bridge he inflicted a curse of blindness upon them. "Brothers I can see the heresy of those fiends has tainted you. Quickly, follow me to the Reclusiam, we shall see you disrobed and cleansed of the taint before it may take you like your fallen comrades." Battle C: Dark Mechanicus Mayhem The mere presence of two dreadnoughts in the facility was enough to force those still on the second level to abandon their raid and take to their teleporters with what technology they had stolen. A good deal had been denied to them as the Minotaur's squads swept them aside and managed to destroy several beacons before they could be activated. Moving on down to the battle ground of the third floor the Minotaurs found little work for them as the scrap code attack had been repelled by the Magos own hunting codes. Those adepts and servitors who had been corrupted were locked down and ordered destroyed. For the moment it seemed all was well, the Word Bearers had been repulsed and only made off with a fraction of the looted weapons. Meanwhile! Above ground the real assault commenced as Renegade terminators teleported into the heart of the Minotaur's camp. Fifteen strong and armed to the teeth they began by unleashing their fury on those space marines nearest to them, three breaking off to head to the wounded tent and deal with the Apothecary. They paid no heed to any attempt to loot and simply hacked apart the dead, progenoids and all. The Minotaur's camp was under strength having sent out most of it's forces to attack an ork camp, then even more to investigate the lab, leaving it rather open and vulnerable. Things were shaping up in the favor of the dark gods.
"But we have to slay the traitors! THERE ARE TOO MANY! They must all fall now before they get away!" Raphael insisted with a loud growl, feeling the rage growing inside him. The Forces of Chaos may have taken his brothers but he was still breathing and as long as this Praetor of Orpheus would be alive, no Heretic shall suffer to live! NONE!
Battle A: Misdirected Boarding Action "They shall be dealt with but between the demons and having an entire barge's worth of traitors they would of slaughtered us all eventually. We will let the cannons of our glorious ship break them apart and allow them to die in the void. " The Sorcerer was struggling to maintain the illusion and his control over their minds at this point having spent much energy creating a ship wide barrier and dueling with two lesser psychers. "We are here, The Chaplain will tend to you..." The Sorcerer stepped back to let them enter a dark hall that had once been the ships own shrine to the Emperor, it was now the domain of the Dark Apostle in their company. The power clad Astartes beckoned them inward, Interrogator Servitors lined the room alongside slaves meant to handle their armor with aforementioned servitors. "Come brothers, we must purge your flesh of the taint before you too may be compelled to turn on us..."
Raphael's mind was at full war right now. Was this the right choice, or was this another trick. He could not tell, he stopped, his eyes going from person to person. What was happening? The last thing he remembers is the Waaghboss and him disposed off.... Then their teleport beacons went on.... But where did they arrive? He shook his head and lowered to a knee, growling in pain as his head did hurt. He started to speak out loud. "Praetors of Orpheus, Sons of Guilliman, Children of the God-Emperor, do not believe your senses but listen to your hearts. The Primarch and the Emperor is beating in our twin hearts. May they guide us to the truth." As if shining from within the man stood up again, his eyes closed and targeting blind, trusting full into the God-Emperor. His left hand raised at a Servitor, pulverizing his head with a single shot from the Storm Bolter, the right raised to the Chaos Sorcerer, aiming for his chest. the left hand moved to another heretical target. "By the First-Master Praetorian [OOC: Chapter Master] Constantinus Clemens we are the faithful protectors of Orpheus!"
As the two dreadnoughts began the lengthy journey back to the surface, strange reports of a heavy assault on the base camp came through the vox. Garbled by the tons of metal and electrical equipment very little in terms of actual combat data made it to the two," Need.... reinfor... imm.............. trai.... term....to...s...." "Brother Aiakos, it seems we've been tricked by the traitors. TECHPRIEST!" bellows Belisarius at a nearby red-robed figure. "Moloc will love this," Aiakos intones deeply. The Techpriest silently glides to the pair, the size of them having no apparent effect on its demeanor. "Yes, venerable dreadnought?" the response was in code but easily understood by the dreadnoughts. "Assemble your cohorts and get a power lift fully operational immediately!" thunders Belisarius, the Techpriest nods and blurts binary to a nearby crowd of servitors and Techpriests. At astonishing speed they divert power to a nearby lift and the familiar hum of electricity causes Belisarius to pause. "Come, Brother," rumbles Aiakos," do not hesitate." Belisarius shakes his chassis and moves quickly onto the lift. "Assault squads join us at the surface as soon as possible, we may need assistance," announces Aiakos, " tactical squads, join us as soon as the facility is deemed free of scrap-code and ALL enemy combatants." The lift took thirty seconds to carry the two contemptors to the surface. Thankfully the door opened up to a ramp leading out to the surface just south of the Minotaurs' base camp. Both dreadnought primed their power weapons and began warming up their assault cannons, the barrels beginning to spin. Picking up speed the two walking tanks activate their atomantic shielding and pick up a number of targets moving throughout the camp. Sensors also indicate numerous dead Minotaurs in various states of dismemberment. The first Renegade Terminator turns to see the new arrivals. A stream of assault cannon fire announces their intent. "FOR THE EMPEROR!" thunders Belisarius while his cannon spits death and his axe cleaves off limbs. Aiakos wades into the fight in grim silence, his power fist a blur as he vents his eternal wrath on the defilers of his brothers' remains...
