"Armsmen! Diamond formation around the engineer and the chef!" Giving every mortal a quick look and read with his nartheticum he made sure that they werent injured or showed the taint of imminent mutation. "Sho'nohak, scytella and I wedge up front. Jager bring up the rear behind the mortals" Moving to his indicated position scribe went over the positioning once more in his head. The core made up of armsmen, 3 astartes up front, 1 with a multimelta in the back. This should allow fast movement with balanced firepower indeed.
Continuing on without any further disruption, the Salamanaders successfully escorted the engineer to the gellar field control room. The engineer examined the machine. He opened it up and consorted with its machine spirit. He closely inspected the damaged circuits and frayed wiring. But he could do nothing. ''This machine is heavily damaged,'' he stated coldly. ''Something terrible has befallen it, the mach-'' His words were cut short as some aspect of the gellar field's system exploded, devouring him in fire and light. The other humans in the room were incinerated instantly. The Salamanders were thrown backward by the force of the blast, but between their physiology, their power armour and their inherited resistance to heat they survived. The gellar field's control panel screamed out now, flashing a near constant red light, but it was trapped behind debris and fire. The machine began to whir and the light surrounding its energy field flickered before turning off entirely. The gellar field was down. ''Brothers, report?!'' the sergeant demanded across the vox.
"Sergant! We need to risk an emergency break to realspace! The gellarfield seems to be lost and we lost the engineer. Access to the controlpanel is blocked so further information is lacking!." With the gellarfield about to be gone, scribe was entirely aware of what was about to come. Yet he would not succumb he would die standing and defy the dark gods with all his might.
Mytis, after getting off the floor from being thrown backwards by the blast, checked that he still had his book on him. He looked around for anything that might be of use to the team, searching the room carefully. Looks like we need need to exit the Warp. The question is.... Is that possible? Or are we going to be left stuck here?
It took only a few moments to realize what had happened, the gellar field was gone and a full scale deamon incursion imminent. Scytella knelt in prayer to the emperor, he prayed for forgiveness for they had failed Him. However one last hopeful thought came to him: "Sergeant, is it possible to drop the ship into realspace manually from the engine room?"
Mission Three The Maw Opens Wider ++Orison of Nocturne, bridge++ "Sergant! We need to risk an emergency break to realspace!'' ''Understood, brother. Stand by,'' the sergeant said. He turned to the inquisitor, whose blood-soaked face could not hide his disdain for the enemies they had just fought. ''We are going to have to attempt to to exit the warp jump.'' The inquisitor nodded. There was no argument now. ''Crew, status?'' Threlvar asked, approaching the surviving members of the bridge crew. ''Gellar field at 2%.'' ''Communication offline.'' ''Temperature control is failing sir.'' ''Helmsman, prepare to return us to realspace,'' Threlvar said. The helmsman nodded, but the ship continued along its course. ''The ship's controls are not responding, my lord,'' he said. With the ship stuck on its course, and no gellar field--as well as massive damage and a large loss of life--the future of the Orison was bleak. ''We must withdraw from here,'' the inquisitor said. ''I would suggest the brig. It's the only place where we can even hope to form a last stand, and protect the crew.'' Threlvar nodded. ''Brothers, the pilot's controls have failed. Advance to the brig, we will meet you there. Take any survivors you can.'' Mission Three briefing: Move to the brig, rounding up any survivors as you move and killing any daemons in your path. The gellar field is about to completely go offline, so you must rush before the ship is swarmed. Notes: You may assume that all the marines are moving in a single group. So when you come online, you will be wherever the last poster had placed you all. The brig is a couple of decks below the gellar fiend room.
"Understood sergeant. Brother Jager, could that melta of yours go through the floor? As I understand the brig is several levels lower than us and we can't spare the time to find an elevator shaft, let alone a working one."
"A good idea brother, but we must pay heed to not open up any further angles of attack." Tending to his duty as an apothecary he read through the vital data of his battle brothers. They all seem fine. Using the brief respite Scribe performed a quick weapons check making sure the machine spirits of his weapons would not forsake him in the heat of battle. "There is one downside to taking the shortcut. Perhaps we'd miss crew member and leave them to fight for themselves." Out of salamander-stubbornness scribe attempted again to hail close by crew member by vox, dialing it up to full power.
"True, but we've found every crewman on this deck. We could go down one floor at least." Already things around them were blurring, a sure sign that the warp was coming through to their world. "But what ever we do, we must do it quickly."
(OOC: I assume we can bot jager do blow a hole into the ground?) "Let's go!" Scribe turned to his chainsword wielding brother and the chaplain, making up the bulk of their close quarters prowess. "Take point when we descend and bring the emperors fury to any foe waiting below!" Giving jager a hand signal he immediately jumped into action and evaporated a piece of the floor structure allowing the assembled marines to jump one floor down.
