Thermidor remained silent for a moment, thinking. Entering in combat would be most counterproductive for him, taking away from the time he could be plying his trade. However someone had to ensure that the majority of the machines onboard the station were not destroyed, and besides, he had yet to witness being in true combat, fleeing with combat robots from panicked Imperial Guard didn't quite count. He sighed, which to those near him would sound like some faint static. "I shall accompany you to the station."
Nehilith turned to face Malrak and stared at him for a few moments before saying eny thing "Yes..." He begins to sound more out of breath the more he talked "It would be good to have a companion... *wheez* to help with the slaughter..." Nehilith begins to rummage through his pockets and takes out a small makeshift icon with an unknown design, he then hands it to Malrak "I... give these to all my companions... take it..." Just looking at Malrak made his eyes twitch and his head hurt, but he did not want to offend his new companion so he kept his mouth shut and just looked away for a moment.
"I am a Dark Adeptus mechincus Tech marine. I can hack into the Imperials Vox's, Systems, Pilot, Drive, Cyber warfare, Cut breaches into ships and buildings, Infect systems with Virus, Build various weapons and armor and Kill what will you need of me to do in the squad?" Issac said to Orghast looking to him as he began leaving the bridge and heading to the hanger behind Orghast.
"Of course. I am just used that if not kneeling upon the first meeting, one can expect to be forced to kneel." He smiled and marched at the side of Orghast, giving a nod to Erythea as he left with the Nurglite which stench was horrible. But it wouldn't kill him. "So as I explained. I can fulfill a multitude of roles, to whatever degree you require. Without the need of special equipment, as some of your human kind." He merely wanted to point out his superiority to regular humans, to increase his net value in the eyes of his commander. If he was to earn more respect of Erythea, then he would work more often with this... Orghast, and thus, they needed mutual trust as they served together the Queen of the Galaxy.
"Thank you and good luck in the bloodshed and let the gods favor you." Malrak placed the icon in a inner pocket in his cloak. Malrak levitated himself and floated over to the nurglite as he walked the corridors of the ship."I am a psyker and servant of our mistress and the changer of ways I have already formed a multitude of plans for a scenario such as this. Use me as you or the mistress would deem fit." The marks of tzeentch on his cloak seemingly burned with anticipation of an answer.
With an almost patronizing chuckle Orghast bobbed his head toward the levitating show boat. "Malrak then, tell me what do your prophecies and schemes reveal? Where would you have us strike? " Expecting this one would be faster in his replies than those on the Bridge comm-bead was raised to mutant mouth below. Infecting its voice with an entirely demonic hum it grumbled. "I'm still waiting for answers Bridge crew...deliver them or I shall come and spend the blood our mistress has allotted to me. Make a worthy sacrifice to my hunger...to inspiring a better work ethic in you lot. " Orghast smiled as if he were hearing those words from an entirely separate thought process than his own. "As for you my little rustlings...." Gesturing a diseased hand wrapped in pale chords of exposed muscle at both their more mechanically inclined. "Thermidor, Isaac I would have you secure their primary controls. As soon as our scanners can pick out where best to launch your transport I will entrust you two to- " Halting a moment to wheeze he shifts his upper body back a bit, opting for the more expedient option of simply hacking up throat clogging mixture into waiting gut maw rather than simply swallowing it down ", steal their own station out from under them while the rest of us spread the Plaguefather's gifts. "
Nehelith maneged to catch with the nurglite "I could easily be a distraction if one was needed... all you need to do is point me were it should happen...*wheez* My mind is rotting, who better to make a distraction than a mad man with... nothing to lose.
"I would say depending on the exact size of the station we could really see anything but we will most likely see security teams in squads of ten including a low ranking officer their total numbers I would say are in the thousands though I cannot be exact. Most heavy weapons are out of the question but we might see heavy stubbers and some bolters if there are astartes aboard and if so I would think it would be better for ones such as yourself or that Ogryn to take care of as they would make short work of us mutants of smaller stature. As for entry points I would need to see the station to determine that but the usual ones like hangers and docking ports would stand no matter what." After saying this he let himself back on the ground and walked with the rest of the group.
Izakdor caught up with the group. "I have mutual skill in the summoning of Daemons." He said. "If I am given the proper time and rescources, I can send a few in a frontal assault."
Thermidor would nod his head as he walked, letting one of his mechadendrites come out from under his robe and hold the interface tool on the end of it a few feet in front of him. "If you can get me into the command room, I will be able to turn their systems against them, turrets, if they have any turrets, and whatever other systems are connected to the control room. Could even turn off their atmosphere if need be, most of us seem to be equipped enough to survive loss of oxygen...." He would turn and look at the non-astartes warband members near him and sigh rather disappointedly. "Most of us.... a shame, it would be an easy way to end the enemy's resistance..... wait... if the station is built well-enough, which for a research station I would assume that it is at least somewhat well built, I may be able to seal off certain rooms and only vent the atmosphere in certain sectors of the station, leaving our erm... our 'comrades' here still breathing." He would pull the mechadendrite back up under the bottom of his robe as he rambled on/brainstormed out loud.
