Spoiler Doing my best to catch up!~ After Erythea's Commands Jarron Hugg stood with his arms crossed, and one hand cupping his chin, as he listened to the Warrior Queen's command. As the Eldar's voice fell silent, the same silence fell over the room, before the warriors broke out into professions of loyalty and fealty to their brilliant lady. For the most part, Jarron kept silent, as his loyalty toward someone so eager to command bloodshed was self-evident. He saw no reason to waste his new lady's time with mindless babble that she would know from his mind - he was sure of it - and that he would know in his heart. All the same, his feral worlder companion (@Casavay) spoke to him, and the former officer acknowledged her by dipping his head in assent. "I will prove myself," he agreed, all easy confidence, as though nothing was more natural. His eyes glanced towards the Hammerhead as he spoke with the War-Scythe, the two savages exchanging words while the monster admired the mutant's gift. The two of them seemed to get along nicely, all things considered. After Orghast's Instructions At the plagued Astartes' prompt (@DeranVendar), Jarron drew his blades and presented them to him, points up. "I shed blood," he stated bluntly. "And I am educated in the Schola Progenium. I know the standard military doctrines of the Imperium, and I have lead guardsmen into battle before," he added, by way of explanation for why said education was relevant. The mutant's vein-like scars appeared to be pulsing less, as their host stirred into motion.
As Izakdor followed the group, daemonic eyes opened in many different places on his armor. They looked around rapidly, blinked, and closed, vanishing, only for new eyes to appear in different, even odder places on his robes and flesh.
Macer had just left when the ritualistic mumbo jumbo was over, blood of chaos and all that, sure he himself was somewhat of a khornate, atleast that one had some sense, and the nails left little choice. So the others could contenue with their babbling, theatrics and bold claims, such a thing had never really mattered to the world eaters, and though combat was not far away he still went to the training cages, to vent some steam on whatever the eldar had to destroy.
To Khelthera, the point that Erythea was trying to make with the whole "Blood of Chaos" thing was made clearly, though why the Farseer had to make the point that they shouldn't be fighting each other so.... Elaborately was beyond her. At least the alien had apologised for it's transgression in an appropriate manner, which elected a brief, yet pleasent smile from Khlethera... even if she thought that it was much more likely the alien was just trying to butter her up so that she couldn't see any knives of treachery it might have planned for her back. Then again.... It wasn't like she had anyone else who was remotely competent to at least tolerate. After the meeting was finished, Khelthera followed Orghast at a safe distance. seeing as he was the person who Erythea had elected to lead this mission.... Despite her obvious misgivings about the competence of that pus-bag of that Mon'Keigh of a leader. When it asked for everyone's use, she replied (@DeranVendar ) "Well, I think you would find that my speciality is melee and so you might as well leave fighting the best the enemy can offer to me, considering I am certainly one of the best fighters here." The Wych gave a slight dip of the head to the alien, acknowledging that surviving the Arenas was no easy feat for an alien like him and worth a tiny bit of her respect, as she continued: "And considering that the likely-hood of anyone being able to catch up with me is practically nil, I might as well be the team's scout as well. Unless you'd like to waste my talents on something dreary and useless, like guarding your rotting arse from some who'd like to shove a Power Sword up it."
Shuttering of the thought of the last part of the Wyches remark Malrak levitated himself agian."I will go to the hanger and wait for your orders." Malrak then quickly launched himself down the corridor to the hanger were he would eventually come to a stop near the large door that opened to the hanger. Upon entering he imidiatly saw it was alive with activity from flight crews and crewmen getting the dredclaws and fighters ready for launch. He took a seat on a random crate that was apparently not needed and took out his book and pen with his hands this time revealing his physical mutations and flipped to the pages he wrote about the hammer headed alien and continues his notes. "Is able to produce electricity from his hands ,possibly through the use of specialized organs that act as batteries within his palms. Apears to be one of if not the last of his kind and is quite ruthless and is not fit for plan 34 J but can be used in plan 34 A. Will have to see exactly what he is capable of during the boarding of the station." He said this out loud and the became silent again as he continued the sketch of the creature.
Izakdor envisioned what he would do with the station after they had captured it. He would surely gain the time and racecourses to enact the Rites of Defilement and Consecration, to turn it into a true Shrine to the Dark Powers.
After some time the bridge replied to Orghast's request. "The station is located on a desolated planet. Abaddon's crusade left little remaining in the way of life. Though some vegetation has began to resurface in the recent years, the area around the station is still nothing but ash. You'll likely encounter minor resistance as they have only recently begun an attempt to rebuild. Likely that they intend to create some form of fortification as well to watch the Arx gate... Though it seems they were too slow. "From these readings it appears that there's a hole on the south side of the building, likely an entry hole the black legion had used. It may serve you well for your assault. Otherwise... You can always use the front door at the opposite end. Either way it doesn't look like you'll encounter a large amount of resistance either way." Most of the important areas have yet to be rebuilt. The only area having been fully repaired so far seems to be the center of the station, where the primary lab would be. The only other thing of note is the automated defense system. Likely that most of it is down but you may encounter a couple guns that are active."
Izakdor grinned. "I will slaughter them all in your name, Mistress." he said, bowing. "Now, I must prepare for the coming assault." He then re-entered his private quarters and locked the door behind him.
"I want your name rating, for when I next visit you shall be spared my motivations. " Orghast redirected himself toward the Hangar ignoring those jabs against him. Whether the lot liked or disliked him mattered little, his flies would begin to spread and come to rest upon them all attempting to taste their flesh with Orghast not even attempting to exert any control over the loathsome insects. "I shall keep this short and succulent. " Last word was relished with an almost sloppy gasp rounding it out, plague marine inhaling deeply to funnel away choking liquids. "Maximillian, Izakdor, Jarron, Hamadias, Malrak and myself shall make directly for primary control. Planet fall by Thunderhawk for our frailer members of the host. " Orghast had taken to speaking faster and faster with each and every word after Malrak's name, bile bubbling up between the puckered folds of his mouth as gut spoke anew. "Everyone else shall march into the enemies heart and purge! Alexius I trust you to spread Father's word in my absence. Issac you shall accompany them to ensure they don't run into any mechanical issues that might impede their progress before we have control over everything. " A gurgling breath was released before stomach maw continued. "Macer I entrust to you a Dreadclaw, take it alongside Isaac and deploy into the heart of things, we'll drop off your reinforcements first, drive yourselves straight into that southern breach and wreak havoc. My team shall spear in through a wounded bunker complex to the East. I grant Issac secondary command for your group. " As Izakdor started to meander on off so he might shut himself in his quarters Orghast spoke through upper leech maw. "Five minutes preacher, or else you will be abandoned aboard and left useless. " Team Breakdown: Command Center Team - Thunderhawk deployment, heading for damaged section of station and then spearing toward central area to take command. Orghast (@DeranVendar ) Maximillian (@Bjorn_Hardrada ) Izakdor (@Azathoth ) Jarron (@Kalle ) Hamadias (@Uriel1339 ) Malrak (@TuskatheDaemonKilla ) General Havoc Team- Isaac and Macer get Dreadclaw, rest are in Thunderhawk and get deployed before other team. Focusing on Southern Breach. Isaac (@Vulpas ) Macer (@Grall_Stonefist ) War-Scythe (@Casavay ) Alexius (@lord-watchman ) Khelthea (@Maleth ) Nehelith (@SpaceHulk )
@DeranVendar "As you wish... Commander... I will bring great murders alongside you, so your flies may feast... Just leave me something for myself on our way back to the Warship. I shall not disappoint my mistress, after all." He grinned and licked his lips, hungry for the upcoming fight! Though the stench was abominable, and the bile that this creature emit?! Worse than a forsaken corpse waiting to be devoured by a Vulture. @Maleth "It appears our commander separated us on this deployment.... A shame, to not get to see you fight in action, Wych. Then again... I wonder if you truly have anything new I could.... Observe, something priorly unnoticed in the Dark Arenas? Nonetheless, I wish you shall return safely to the mistress' side, so we may fight shoulder-to-shoulder next time." Would the Hammerhead possess eyes, he would have winked. Instead he could only tilt his head slightly to insinuate anything remotely close to such gesture.
