41K RPG : Into the Eye

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

"As if you truly comprehend death, mon-keigh. I will fight you, because you will bring death to everything, in your ignorance..." The witchblade snapped out to a horizontal hold, directed at Prius' chest, and the eldar's face became a mask of concentration...

[SirNitram]

"This ship has become unstable." Malkamar stated as he finally reassembled his equipment onto him following his release. The ship coming apart was bad. "Beyond my capabilities to repair, I mean. It is time we appropriated a new one. By Inquisitorial edict, I'm sure."

He switched over to Vox, trying the frequencies Gix gave him. "Hi. It's the Tech-Captain. I know we don't talk much, gentlemen, but if any of the Lords Inquisitorial would like to give a hint on who we're allowed to smash to bits while vacating the Eternal Will's venting carcass, that'd be wonderful."

[Typhonis]

Nathan groweld and concentrated. Things were headed south faster than he liked. He started weighing options and frowned. "Emperors' blessing...she didn't take the bait. Prius is well...interesting.....right "

He looked at her. "Shit is about to hit the fan and it appears we are the fan."


"Right , time to go. How long till the radiation hits this area?"

[Pcm979]

Pater groaned from the strain as he tapped reserves he had sworn not to touch, splintering off a piece of his mind to Njal, an AU away:

Damage control, now!

Njal shot into action. "This is the Imperious Dominor. All ships stand down, by order of the Inquisition. Eternal Will, do you require assistance?"

[Josh]

He lacked the speed and grace of the Eldar, but anticipation and experience allowed him to match the attack, blocking with one blade and striking with another, aiming for the leg. Simultaneously, he fired another mental strike at her.

"Submit to the will of the Emperor!" his brutal mind wave demanded.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Her teeth ground a little, and she leapt back, narrowly avoiding the strike to her leg from the humming, sizzling blade, her own weapon trying and failing to overcome the superior strength of her opponent.

She knew she had to remove one weapon or the other, and she had to do so quickly, lest she be overcome. Fortunately for her, the alien laser-swords were vulnerable in one way - they lacked a guard. She attempted, putting forth most of her reserves of accumulated power to hold the lower arm in place, to bring the witchblade down against the upper blade, to sever the hilt built into her opponent, or perhaps to remove his arm entirely.

[Pcm979]

Pater did the mental version of sighing with relief as he managed to nurse Prius' systems back into proper functionality. The warp energy should be safely contained by now. He hurriedly relocked portions of his heavily-segmented mind, feeling the effects even after such a short amount of time. He formed himself back into a barrier, taking the brunt of any mental blows aimed at Prius.

[Typhonis]

"Malkamar, prepare to evacuate fast I have the funniest feeling things are going to be worse... MUCH worse. "

Nathan felt the deck shudder under him and he faced Lydia. "Grab the important stuff , get to an escape pod , and bug out. Now"

"By the way where are the launch bays on this tub?"

[Josh]

She was good, very good. The witchblade smashed down through his hand, disabling the sword and severing his hand in the process.

However, the loss of mere metal did not disturb a cyborg, and Prius Ristani was a walking arsenal. As the other blade came around in an apparent strike, his palm suddenly lifted, and the boltgun chattered, firing three rounds point-blank at her stomach.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Mesh armour stiffened against the relatively slow bolts, impacting a moment before their motors fired at this range, bouncing off before skittering around the room. The eldar staggered back, blade transcribing an arc around her as she stumbled.

As she did so, Prius' power sword cut into her leg, the smell of burnt alien flesh wafting into the room. The blade turned, business edge turning down to sever the other arm, edge glimmering with fading power.

[Pcm979]

Pater was exhausted from channelling so much energy at the same time as reactivating Prius' mechanics and communicating with Njal. With a lurch, he was back in his own body, diodes on his life-support in the yellow. He reactivated his optic and croaked: "Try to get a teleport lock on any survivors aboard the Will."

[SirNitram]

"This way, I beleive. I will take point; I'm probably best at doors." Malkamar began leading the prisoners in the direction of the bays, trying to link his Signum to the ship's sensors to determine if there will be air there. "Please be orderly, and if someone resists us, kill them all and let the God-Emperor sort them out."

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

There was still plenty of air in the landing bay.

[Josh]

He pivoted, yanking his arm out of the way and jabbing the ceramite stump of his severed hand into her faceplate as hard as he could.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Messy.

That was the word to describe this particular defeat. Wearing no helmet - it wouldn't have fitted under the cowl she had been wearing - having a molten stump jabbed into one's face with machine strength and speed was... messy.

Smoke of burt flesh rose, and there were several snaps as her jaw broke into pieces, toxic blood was boiled to vapour and spilt onto the floor - with several teeth as the limb's end was ground home. The Eldar was seemingly blided, and her hand fall limp as she dropped the sword, screaming in agony, made the worse by acute, alien senses.

[Pcm979]

"Survivors are being teleported, sir. Inquisitor Talstrem is not among them." Reported a Servitor in a sing-song lilt. Pater nodded weakly.

"Prepare the Infirmarium for casualties." He ordered. "Inquisitor Gix's crew are to be afforded every hospitality- except Restricted access."

[Josh]

Seizing her elbow, he crushed it with his fist, then stomped each knee in turn, before crushing her ankles.

He followed up by crushing the other elbow and wrist, then, having satisfied himself that the Eldar was properly immobilized, lifted her body, eye narrowing at the indignity of the touch of xenos upon his cyborg frame, and moved away from the scene of their duel.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

At this point, fortunately for the eldar, she was well and truly unconcious...

[Typhonis]

Nathan swore in high gothic as the ship shuddered yet again.A keening wail began as emergency klaxoons went off and he feared the worse. "Great...just wonderful. "

He spoted Malkamar with the last group of survivors and ran over.

"Well if that is any indication ....this tub is about to go critical.....I would ask where the auxiallry helm control is but...we may not have to reach it... ...."

The tech marine could see he was thinking hard. "Wait....." grabbed a vox. "This is the Eternal Will to any ship that can listen. This Hulk is about to have it's reactor go critical so I need you to launch boarding torpedoes at it to make the Emperor blessed ship move away since helm control seems to be offline. you have about 10 minutes to make the choice."

[Pcm979]

This is Inquisitor Novum." Pater said quickly, forcing his exhaustion to the back of his mind. "We are teleporting survivors off the Eternal Will. Please give us your location, number of survivors, and their physical condition."

[Typhonis]

"Inquisitor Novum, good to hear your voice again. My location is in the forward landing bay...ehhh Alpha 3 ....yeah Alpha 3. Their are 30 of us ...and some need a good medicae but nothing fatal . But that won`t be worth much if this ships reactor goes boom."

[Pcm979]

"The situation is in hand." Pater said, gesturing to the bridge crew. A moment later the results came back.

"Prepare for teleport in thirty seconds. You will be attended to on the other side."

[Typhonis]

"Right Inquisitor Novum see youi later then."

Nathan looked at the assembled people. "Prepare for teleportaion ."

[Pcm979]

With a shimmer, the group were channeled through the Warp and into a large, industrial-looking chamber. Through reinforced glass a gaggle of Techpriests could be seen attending to the equipment. A squad of black-suited soldiers entered the room, covering the group with their Lasguns. After discerning that the group posed no threat, they ushered the wounded away and hustled the remainder into an antechamber overlooked by an image of the God-Emperor. The group was quickly and efficiently sorted out, with Talstrem and the hulking Techmarine given a rather spartan room to themselves.

A few minutes later, the door irised open and Anghel appeared, ducking under the seven-foot high door with a whine of servos.

"Apologies from Inquisitor Novum, but he's rather occupied at the moment." The stick-thin abhuman said. "I've been ordered to make sure you're comfortable."

[Typhonis]

Nathan nodded then spoke. "I am doing welll just a few jolts to the system. Any word what is transpiring where Inquisitor Gix is at?"

He looked at the abhuman with an expressionless face all the while wondering how to best get out of this mess if things went bad.