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"Your corpse god is nothing compared to the power of Chaos. Horus!!" The power of the traitor's shout was almost like a physical blow and the legionaire bore down on the inquisitor.
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Damn. It's gone, but it's still around somewhere. The enemy has it back. Well, not much to be done about that.
A brief check revealed that of the two remaining Stormtroopers, one was still conscious and somewhat mobile; the other was unconscious and would probably die soon without aid. Fortis was the same. Knowing he could not spare anyone to guard the enginarium, Adivan tried the ship's comm systems; mercifully, they were working again. A few curt commands summoned a platoon of naval armsmen to secure the area - they'd be little better than cannon-fodder against the Black Legionaires, but they might slow them down, and they'd give warning of an attack - and Adivan and the mobile trooper kicked off toward the infirmary, dragging Fortis and the other trooper respectively. On the way out, Adivan was careful to grab all the Krak grenades he could off the bodies of the slain; he'd seen what they had done to Mortragor, and their effects on power armour would likely be worse.
A few minutes floating saw them to the infirmary - which, thankfully, was in an area of the ship which still had atmosphere, thanks to blast doors, though the use of those doors as makeshift airlocks did slow Adivan's progress down considerably - and the three injured were soon being tended to by naval medics.With luck, they might survive this. Reloading his boltgun, Adivan himself kicked off again, heading back for the enginarium. It was one of the most curcial points on this vessel, and he would be damned if the shattered remnants of this boarding party seized from right under his nose.
A brief check revealed that of the two remaining Stormtroopers, one was still conscious and somewhat mobile; the other was unconscious and would probably die soon without aid. Fortis was the same. Knowing he could not spare anyone to guard the enginarium, Adivan tried the ship's comm systems; mercifully, they were working again. A few curt commands summoned a platoon of naval armsmen to secure the area - they'd be little better than cannon-fodder against the Black Legionaires, but they might slow them down, and they'd give warning of an attack - and Adivan and the mobile trooper kicked off toward the infirmary, dragging Fortis and the other trooper respectively. On the way out, Adivan was careful to grab all the Krak grenades he could off the bodies of the slain; he'd seen what they had done to Mortragor, and their effects on power armour would likely be worse.
A few minutes floating saw them to the infirmary - which, thankfully, was in an area of the ship which still had atmosphere, thanks to blast doors, though the use of those doors as makeshift airlocks did slow Adivan's progress down considerably - and the three injured were soon being tended to by naval medics.With luck, they might survive this. Reloading his boltgun, Adivan himself kicked off again, heading back for the enginarium. It was one of the most curcial points on this vessel, and he would be damned if the shattered remnants of this boarding party seized from right under his nose.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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"This was evil manifest."
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Lillith finally awoke, her body wouldn't respond as fast or as sure as she would like, part of the problem, when fighting once the battle fugue set in, one couldn't feel pain, or fatigue, however these were important release valves, and a means of keeping one alive to serve the holy emporer. Not knowing what was going on she followed the old adage. "Always head for the sound of the Guns" in this case, since comm systems were down, it was the "not right-ness", she knew she had to conserve her energy somewhat....
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The mighty marine slumped, his lifeless corpse fastened to the floor by his boots. Globes of blood, fire and water floated through the hydranium, along with lifeless bodies, severed limbs, and wrecked equipment. The dead traitors stood immobile, like the guardians of some unnatural hell. The kind of hell that the traitors would unleash upon the entire galaxy and the vision in which they would remake the worlds of man.
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Prias felt something lift him, and place him carrying him gently, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, then blackness. When he awoke next in the care of the medica, his wounds were expertly seen too, missing limbs brought back, in hopes that they might be saved, the sucking chest wound, by passed.
Lillith, knew her presence prevented him from properly healing, but he had been unconcious when she had found him. Fortunatly for the commisar, sisters were all required training in basic apothecaria, she had done the best she could, and then left him with the medica without saying a word.
Lillith, knew her presence prevented him from properly healing, but he had been unconcious when she had found him. Fortunatly for the commisar, sisters were all required training in basic apothecaria, she had done the best she could, and then left him with the medica without saying a word.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
Prius' call was answered, though definately not in the way he expected.
5 Kroot, all smeared with blood of various shades and hues and carrying trophies pulled off a CSM corpse, came into view, bouncing off the walls with Avian grace. They efficiently lugged the injured Imperials away.
Oddly enough, nobody ever found Prius' arm.
5 Kroot, all smeared with blood of various shades and hues and carrying trophies pulled off a CSM corpse, came into view, bouncing off the walls with Avian grace. They efficiently lugged the injured Imperials away.
Oddly enough, nobody ever found Prius' arm.
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Elsewhere, an oblitorator approched the psyking.
The Blunt girl, is a danger. She bears the blood of the False Emporer, faint as it is, but the hounds of Chaos recognized the stench of the corpse upon her.
The Blunt girl, is a danger. She bears the blood of the False Emporer, faint as it is, but the hounds of Chaos recognized the stench of the corpse upon her.
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A fresh set of alarms rang through the ship as the thunderhawk pivoted and opened fire on the docking bay doors, blasting them open. Kicking into overdrive, the craft accelerated out of the bay at blazing speed, picking up velocity as it curved along, hugging the hull for cover as it gained speed. As a final token of insolence, the chaos gunners fired potshots at the hull of the battleship, hardly scarring the admantine armor.
Finally nearing the stern of the mighty battleship, the thunderhawk altered its trajectory slightly, jetting for open space in a spiraling corkscrew that threw off the aim of the few gunners able to bear their weapons upon it. One burst of fire grazed the vessel lightly, throwing it a slightly off-course, but it quickly recovered and rocketed out of weapons range...
Finally nearing the stern of the mighty battleship, the thunderhawk altered its trajectory slightly, jetting for open space in a spiraling corkscrew that threw off the aim of the few gunners able to bear their weapons upon it. One burst of fire grazed the vessel lightly, throwing it a slightly off-course, but it quickly recovered and rocketed out of weapons range...
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Jate Cornelius, veteran pilot, fighter ace even, was the first to respond to the call. Leaping out of the uncomfortably comfortable chair he had managed to procure – no servant of the emperor should truly have to endure comfort, at least not according to his puritanical upbringing – in the ready room. Diving into the nearest fury on the launch rack, he waited for his copilot, Starn, to join him before closing the pressure canopy.
The pre-flight was taken in almost record time, the Fury Interceptor was designed with it in mind, and most of the relevant systems could be run through by simply going along a line of switches on the top side of the pilot’s panel. “Right,” he said, “for the Emperor’s Glory!”
The first fury shot out of the bay like a torpedo and banked after the heretical thunderhawk. “Lascannons online, target acquired, sixty thousand out.” Said Stard.
“Going to maximum acceleration,” added the pilot, opening the throttle up fully. The inertial compensators weren’t one hundred percent effective, and both operators felt as though a rather heavy object was dropped on their chests.
“Ugh,” added Jate, “range in one minute…”
Lena disembarked the shark, iron men in two, and despite her lack of magnetic boots, much to their confusion, didn’t seem to notice the lost gravity. “Wow,” she said, “I wonder what the frak happened here.” Taking a comm. tuned to the frequencies that had been used on the planet, from her pocket, she turned it on, “Right. Inquisitors?” she didn’t bother much with formality, “still alive?”
Jate watched the crosshairs align on the machine-spirit enhanced display, and with a click, held down the firing stud. The lascannons fired, breaking off one of the thunderhawk’s wings. Then the thunderhawk turned a fraction of a degree, accelerating again. Another turn, and the lascannon’s searing bolts sliced into the main body of the thunderhawk, ripping up its passenger compartment, and spilling the chaotic creatures inside into the void of space.
The pre-flight was taken in almost record time, the Fury Interceptor was designed with it in mind, and most of the relevant systems could be run through by simply going along a line of switches on the top side of the pilot’s panel. “Right,” he said, “for the Emperor’s Glory!”
The first fury shot out of the bay like a torpedo and banked after the heretical thunderhawk. “Lascannons online, target acquired, sixty thousand out.” Said Stard.
“Going to maximum acceleration,” added the pilot, opening the throttle up fully. The inertial compensators weren’t one hundred percent effective, and both operators felt as though a rather heavy object was dropped on their chests.
“Ugh,” added Jate, “range in one minute…”
Lena disembarked the shark, iron men in two, and despite her lack of magnetic boots, much to their confusion, didn’t seem to notice the lost gravity. “Wow,” she said, “I wonder what the frak happened here.” Taking a comm. tuned to the frequencies that had been used on the planet, from her pocket, she turned it on, “Right. Inquisitors?” she didn’t bother much with formality, “still alive?”
Jate watched the crosshairs align on the machine-spirit enhanced display, and with a click, held down the firing stud. The lascannons fired, breaking off one of the thunderhawk’s wings. Then the thunderhawk turned a fraction of a degree, accelerating again. Another turn, and the lascannon’s searing bolts sliced into the main body of the thunderhawk, ripping up its passenger compartment, and spilling the chaotic creatures inside into the void of space.
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Nathan slowly came too and looked up ,seeing Captain,no correction Commodore Novadlorians face.He chuckled wryly as he looked around the hydranium.
"Good...we ....won.....urgh"
She grabed his good hand "Rest Inquisitor the medicae are coming for you so rest"
Nathan closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
"Good...we ....won.....urgh"
She grabed his good hand "Rest Inquisitor the medicae are coming for you so rest"
Nathan closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
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Lena raised an eyebrow in amazement that they had managed to beat off such a foe with so few losses.
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Jolan Gix stood near the entrance to the command dome. Data from Severa's hunter skull streamed through his electoo. No sign of any more traitors in the vicinity. He set a proximity alarm and turned back the spacious room.
Severa had taken charge with her usual efficiency. She was seated on the command throne, peering into holographic repeater screens projected around her from the eyes of brass gargoyles that leered from the walls of the dome. A crewman spoke up. He was pale and slight, and perhaps more than a little distraught by the aweful carnage that had occured just outside the dome. "Ma'am we should have communications up momentarily. A Shark class assault craft is now initiating boarding. The commodore is coming aboard."
"Let her know the situation," Severa said firmly. "We need sweep teams incase not all of those traitors left in that Thunderhawk."
"Yes, ma'am."
Gix spoke. "Severa hold here. I'm going to meet Lena and evaluate our losses."
"Jolan, if there are any of the left-"
He raised his hand to forestall her. "I know. I'll be careful." With that he turned and strode into the ship's dark corridors.
Severa had taken charge with her usual efficiency. She was seated on the command throne, peering into holographic repeater screens projected around her from the eyes of brass gargoyles that leered from the walls of the dome. A crewman spoke up. He was pale and slight, and perhaps more than a little distraught by the aweful carnage that had occured just outside the dome. "Ma'am we should have communications up momentarily. A Shark class assault craft is now initiating boarding. The commodore is coming aboard."
"Let her know the situation," Severa said firmly. "We need sweep teams incase not all of those traitors left in that Thunderhawk."
"Yes, ma'am."
Gix spoke. "Severa hold here. I'm going to meet Lena and evaluate our losses."
"Jolan, if there are any of the left-"
He raised his hand to forestall her. "I know. I'll be careful." With that he turned and strode into the ship's dark corridors.
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The chaos lord, and what remained of his retunite, snarled as they gutted the last of a cogitator crew. He snarled at the vast relays. "In the name of the True Gods, machine spirits," he laughed, "Die..."
With the chatter of bolters, the primary internal sensor relay died.
With the chatter of bolters, the primary internal sensor relay died.
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As the Fool's Wager slid through the shipyard, first officer Uschi Valk stared at the auspex image of the new battleship. "Beautiful," she said solemnly, tracing her fingers over the diagram listing weapons arrays and defensive capabilities.
"Too big, too slow," the captain said, stepping up beside her console. "It's good for a hammer and damn little else."
Rogue Trader captain Engelier Fulgenzio was a short, dapper figure in his mid-forties, though prompt usage of rejuv treatments had kept his apparent age locked in his mid-twenties, but for an artistic streak of snow-white in his otherwise raven-black hair. He leaned over the auspex, tapping the bridge section.
"Besides, it's not the ship..." he quoted, pausing to let Valk finish the quote for him.
"It's the captain. You really think you could take that monstrosity?" she said, a wry smile on her lips.
"Maybe, maybe not. I'd give it a run for its money, and they'd rue the day they ever took on the Wager and her crew," he answered cheerfully. "But we're not here to fight, we're here to empty our hold," he said, his voice rising so the rest of the bridge crew could hear him. "And then, we're going to have a division of profits, and some nice, relaxing shore leave!"
The bridge crew laughed and whistled. Securing this load of archaeotech had been a nasty bit of work, bringing them into conflict with a group of Eldar pirates that had put the skills of their captain to a harsh test.
"Cap'n, we got something odd going on with that battlewagon..." an auspex monitor called out.
"Put it on the main, Mr. Kohlan. By all means, share the oddness."
They watched as the thunderhawk made its daring run across the length of the battleship and then dove for the planet's surface, only to be annihilated by a salvo of massive firepower. When it was done, Engelier looked over at Valk, who shook her head. "You were rooting for them, weren't you?" she said quietly.
"Not at all," he denied with a straight face. "I'm sure they had it coming, whoever they were. Somebody wake up our astropath and let's find out what the frak is going on here."
"Too big, too slow," the captain said, stepping up beside her console. "It's good for a hammer and damn little else."
Rogue Trader captain Engelier Fulgenzio was a short, dapper figure in his mid-forties, though prompt usage of rejuv treatments had kept his apparent age locked in his mid-twenties, but for an artistic streak of snow-white in his otherwise raven-black hair. He leaned over the auspex, tapping the bridge section.
"Besides, it's not the ship..." he quoted, pausing to let Valk finish the quote for him.
"It's the captain. You really think you could take that monstrosity?" she said, a wry smile on her lips.
"Maybe, maybe not. I'd give it a run for its money, and they'd rue the day they ever took on the Wager and her crew," he answered cheerfully. "But we're not here to fight, we're here to empty our hold," he said, his voice rising so the rest of the bridge crew could hear him. "And then, we're going to have a division of profits, and some nice, relaxing shore leave!"
The bridge crew laughed and whistled. Securing this load of archaeotech had been a nasty bit of work, bringing them into conflict with a group of Eldar pirates that had put the skills of their captain to a harsh test.
"Cap'n, we got something odd going on with that battlewagon..." an auspex monitor called out.
"Put it on the main, Mr. Kohlan. By all means, share the oddness."
They watched as the thunderhawk made its daring run across the length of the battleship and then dove for the planet's surface, only to be annihilated by a salvo of massive firepower. When it was done, Engelier looked over at Valk, who shook her head. "You were rooting for them, weren't you?" she said quietly.
"Not at all," he denied with a straight face. "I'm sure they had it coming, whoever they were. Somebody wake up our astropath and let's find out what the frak is going on here."
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Axidus smiled grimly under his helmet. He had too few Marines too seize the star fort, but he had resources beyond the battle brothers of the Black Legion. The pawns were even now being moved into position. With the cogitators down, so was the Ramiles's communications network. The medical data the cultists working here had extracted was quite useful.
He turned on his vox. "Magus Pyrel. Take your followers to the medical bay and kill every living thing," he commanded.
"Your will, dread lord," came the reply.
It was convienent of the inquisitor and the commodore to have gathered in the hanger. He and his men would take care of them.
* * * * *
Ensign Pyrel put down his communicator. "Is there some kind of problem sir?" asked the midshipment. Pyrel raised his naval pistol and blew his brains all over the deck. This charade was finally over. Now he could claim what should be rightfully his. He turned toward his bodyguard.
"Get our brothers to the armoury 3C and seize the weapons. Then kill everyone in the infermary. The Black Legion is here and we are taking the station."
He turned on his vox. "Magus Pyrel. Take your followers to the medical bay and kill every living thing," he commanded.
"Your will, dread lord," came the reply.
It was convienent of the inquisitor and the commodore to have gathered in the hanger. He and his men would take care of them.
* * * * *
Ensign Pyrel put down his communicator. "Is there some kind of problem sir?" asked the midshipment. Pyrel raised his naval pistol and blew his brains all over the deck. This charade was finally over. Now he could claim what should be rightfully his. He turned toward his bodyguard.
"Get our brothers to the armoury 3C and seize the weapons. Then kill everyone in the infermary. The Black Legion is here and we are taking the station."
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"No response from the star fort, skipper."
Engelier shook his head. Now that was strange. A Ramilies-class star fort had serious communications redundancy, and he should be able to get a line through to them.
"Okay, signal the battlewagon, and if we don't get an answer there try the planetary space control center."
Damn it, he had a load of somewhat proscribed tech burning a hole in his hull, and if he couldn't offload it here, he was going to be seriously cutting into his profit margin, as well as his crew morale.
Engelier shook his head. Now that was strange. A Ramilies-class star fort had serious communications redundancy, and he should be able to get a line through to them.
"Okay, signal the battlewagon, and if we don't get an answer there try the planetary space control center."
Damn it, he had a load of somewhat proscribed tech burning a hole in his hull, and if he couldn't offload it here, he was going to be seriously cutting into his profit margin, as well as his crew morale.