"One thing the Loyalists will always have ahead of us: They don't kill each other, except you put a Space Wolf and a Flesh Tearer in the same room." Udius joked with a shrug and leaned back, being somewhat curios about the newcomer, but not really as soon as he saw that he was a slave of the Mechanicus.
Alviss had already forgotten the Slaaneshi marine and sat down. Muttering to himself, he inspected the sample he had taken from the berserker. Seeming to still display rage, Har'gasts face stared back at the Wolf. Grinning back at it, Alviss staples the face to the front of his armour.
"Seems like we still gotta endure that face, Noise Marine." The former Son of Guilliman noted, laughing out loud on the sick humor the Mechanicus-adept had.
--Bridge-- ''My Lord, they are killing each other,'' the servant said, his weak voice carried from behind Lord Vandias. With a snarl the terminator Lord picked the human by his throat, his legs left to dangle beneath. ''Then stop them,'' he growled through gritted teeth. ''M-my Lord, I am but a humble servant, the men will not heed my word.'' The weak one is right. ''Tell the ram to leave. Send the dogs to war, lest they tear each other apart first. I will deal with them later,'' he said, tossing the human back to the decking. --Dock-- The ram's doors suddenly jolted in to life as its pilot obeyed the orders from Lord Vandias. The doors locked, sealing the men aboard behind the thick armour of the ship. The ram's engines ignited, slowly lifting from craft from the deck, and out in to the void of space. Ahead lay the Ultramarine vessel, The Shield of Ultramar, crippled and unable to flee. Sporadic fire lashed toward the ram, but it easily avoided the hits and they weren't coming fast enough to cause it too much trouble. The ram closed in on the midriff of the enemy ship, launching two shots from its potent magna-melta, before smashing in to the superheated hull, easily casting the metal aside as it impacted. With a secure footing obtained, the ram's doors hissed in to action again, lowering as the craft disgorged its contents in to the loyalist ship. --The Shield of Ultramar-- ''My Lord, an enemy ram comes our way!'' ''It was to be expected. Brothers, barricade the bridge, we must delay them from getting to the cargo here,'' the sergeant ordered. OOC: Go time. I'll be offline for a couple of hours, so just have fun and kill the humans. Don't forget, on this ship, there's no more than a squad of loyalist marines, and they're all on the bridge with some sort of cargo. The objective is to kill everything, and strip the ship of all its worth.
Udius stood up, Autocannon ready and hurrying for the exit, not waiting for a Rocket or something similar to crash into the inside of the craft and kill them all before doing anything. Keeping his systems like the Auspex in check for surroundings. The moment he reached the exit he rolled to the left and opened fire if there would be Ultramarines just waiting for them, as he hoped because then he at least would know that the Ultramarines still follow the Codex in this situation which would make them easier to destroy, as he would be able to foretell their every step.
Mayron stared at the back of the havoc as he exited the ship. It was always good to have a meat shield testing for incoming fire. He then followed out. Mayron stood still for a split second. He collected the sounds of the enviroment. Machines whiring , steam jetting , humans running in panic and far from their position , ceramite clacking. "This way." he said and started marching without waiting to see if anyone followed. "I can hear where they are. There is some sport ahead too" .
"You say their mission is all Udius. " The Plagued Astartes began to speak, quoting the codex bound warrior after clearing his throat. "Once we find out their current mission we can run a muck elsewhere. I will go to their armory. " Wading out into the oncoming fire of guard servitors and armed serfs the Plague Marine leveled his bolter at waist height and began firing. Ten rounds spent and seventeen bodies were on the floor as his plague bolts passed through the front ranks and into those who weren't fast enough to scatter behind them; their bodies erupting in sprays of corrupted pus or turning into puddles of sickening greenish yellow slurry tinged with black blood that his flies descended upon. Using his own memory banks Orghast brought up an image he had once studied of a standard Astartes Frigate and began his slow march toward the ships armory, dispatching those that sought to intercept him with ease as his bolts cut down serfs or he used his strength to bludgeon the half machine slaves to death. The thick cloud of flies had thinned a bit as clusters of the loathsome flies absorbed small arms fire and his body was riddled with sores of flesh that had knitted back together moments after rounds punctured it. A serf charged at him with a combat knife and Orghast obliged the 'challenge' with his own. His knee slammed into the serfs chest shattering his ribs and bursting several organs before he drew the mucus coated blade across his throat. "Be blessed little one, Nurgle takes you and all shall be for the better now. " Were his tone anything other than a wheezing gurgle their would of been a hint of fatherly love that was mirrored by his eyes.
Stomping out behind the others, Alviss's servo-arms slaughter the serfs without any input from the Warpsmith. In fact he barely pays them any attention at all, instead he mutters to himself trying to decide where to head. "Hm, perhaps the Command Deck? No no too heavily guarded, need to lower defences first. Plasma core then? Cut power to systems, and shut off their control? Hmm, yes plasma core it is." Heading out, one of his servo-arms holds a serf by the throat and shreds him with the plasma cutter, while the other arm throws a serf into a group of reinforcements before bathing them all in flame.
As the Khornate cracked and died, Proditum took the gun down and sighed: "Well, we're going to need a new bullet shield..." his gaze wandering towards the plague marine. He sat back down and checked his bolter calmly as the ram hit the enemy ship and the marines starting to file out and the sound of battle ensued. He followed them muttering "Time to earn my keep!" Picking off human targets, he slowly advanced, wary of any heavy weapons such as plasma guns or heavy bolters. However once he realised that the plague marine had pressed so far forward and nothing had stopped him so far, Proditum saw a sign that said"armory", so he headed off towards it, following the plague marine at a distance, lest the flies start trying to weasel their way into his armor.
