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Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 20, 2024 14:32:11 GMT
Temporarily drained of warp energies, the mutant is still riding high on a combat stim cocktail. Staff in hand and las pistol in the other, he follows behind the mighty space marine. A few poorly aimed, but at least aimed, las shots sprinkle around the Salamander as the tiniest amount of covering fire.
"The Emperor's Judgement comes for you HERETICS!"
The few words Kel'sab gets out before descending into mad cackling and rage filled roars.
Despite their impaired movement Tetradymite followed Brother Jara into the fray. Axe swinging left and right, ranged weapons picking targets at distance and the flamer ensuring none could close on their intrepid party. The filth here no match for the furore and faith in the servants of the Golden Throne. Despite the ambush there was no contest in the out come of this fight, Brother Jara would barely have been warmed up by the time their foes were felled.
There was only the matter of the Autocannon and its wielder, alongside the buyer. They were where they would find the answers, those truly responsible for the heresy. Tetradymite also considered they had best find out about the Imperial guard whom had died as part of the ambush. There were some open questions as to why and how they had come to be in the crossfire, or were they merely a co-incidence.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
The chaos ensued. Bloodshed poured upon the streets and this abandoned chapel to the God Emperor was bathed in the blood of slain heretics. Such a slaughter in such a holy place. It would make one wonder if the Emperor would be pleased by the killing of heretics in his place of worship. Maybe, maybe not. I doubt anyone in this room right now would ever get the chance to meet the big man.
Lasgun shots would continue to ring out through this intense firefight, piercing through soft structures and simply bouncing off the armor of the Terminator. The fire was indiscriminate to a point, hitting friend and foe alike. It was a wild and chaotic mess to begin with, but it began to calm down as the numbers of these heretics were cut down incredibly quick by the response from the men. A Melta gun burning through scores of enemies whilst a Maelstrom of lightning shocks others unfortunate enough to be in its path to death. This returning barrage of fire being thrown back at these heretics was unexpected, and had caught them all off guard.
“Come on! We can finish the-“
The words were cut short for a heretic as the Thunder Hammer belonging to the terminator had flattened him. Upon witnessing this, what was left of these well-armed heretics quickly turned around and ran away. The might of the Emperor had been shown and it caused these heretics to flee in desperation of not being crushed by a hammer or to be shocked to death. A litter of firearms were now left over, all Astra militarum design and made with some slight alterations and additions. However, it was clear that these men were not part of any sort of Guard regiment seeing as how they wore rugged civilian clothes and scavenged or stolen armor.
The fighting had ceased, the three had slaughtered them all and left piles of corpses on the street and inside the chapel. Such violence. Perhaps in the moments after the fight they would like to recollect what just happened? If not, their attention can be drawn to one of the heretics that had assaulted them, a vox-caster in hand and a pad that showed a map and a tracker, tracking directly to the man that Kel’sab had initially apprehended. They knew he’d be here. But there was also another point plotted on this digital map, it was nearby. Seems that was the final destination of this delivery man.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 20, 2024 16:49:08 GMT
As the last of the heretics fled the scene, Jara let out a victorious roar. He then surveyed the corpses of the ones that he and his companions had slain, taking in the sight of bloodshed and violence.
"Your heresy has paid the price. You shall not harm another."
The Terminator then made his way to the corpses of his slain comrades, the guardsmen that had been brutally shot down before his eyes. With a great deal of care, he made certain that the men were laid in dignified positions before silently lamenting their deaths.
"Your deaths were not in vain. That, I promise you."
He then glanced over his shoulder to the Tech Priest and Psyker, making his way over to them.
"Well, there's none amongst these corpses that can be interrogated. Search them, thoroughly. Let us find our lead."
He scanned a few of the corpses, taking in the sight of the scavenged and stolen armour as well as the Astra Militarium firearms.
"These are not from any guard regiment that I know of. What say you Tech Priest?"
With practiced skill the Tech-Priest scans the immediate vicinity with their own Mechadendrites and Servo Skulls sweeping the immediate area. Several of their extra limbs appear to be mending, healing the still smoking smoking impacts. A round is pulled out, then another and another, each grabbed delicately by a mechanical limb. They are passed before the gaze of flowing green lights and flickering scanners. With practiced ease they disassemble a few of the dropped weapons,
"Report - Weapons are from multiple sources. No distinct production run. Small variance in model. None notably sources from outside the immediate volume. Armour is more local, maintenance shows age variance and signs of multiple repair. Autocannon - Signs of older model, presumed salvaged from the Underhive - Likelihood 65.756%, unfired in years."
Finally start on the found electronics, the only real lead garnered from the exchange. Firstly they grasp into their hands the vox-caster, checking for any data for sent messages, location data and other basics of forensics. Seemingly content Tetradymite moves on to the nav data. This time snaking leads writhe from under their robes, connection into the devices ports. The screen flashes through a series of images.
"Report - Location of next lead located 81.220% certainty."
And then they pause. Looking up as if they'd forgotten something, or rather someone.
With some of the arachnid legs still visible impaired they walk over to the Psyker.
Over with private Inquisitorial channel comes the ever steady voice. "Question - How do you want me to take of this mutant now?"
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 20, 2024 22:10:56 GMT
The Terminator takes in the report from the Tech Priest, listening intently whilst glancing between his companions. He offered a grunt in affirmation as he trusted the calculations and information they gathered.
Upon hearing of the next lead, the Terminator perked up and wanted to cover as much ground as possible as swiftly as possible.
"Excellent. We should follow this lead before the trail goes cold."
Before he could get very far, he hears the voice of the Tech Priest on the private Inquisitorial channel. He let the question sit for a moment, thinking over the answer. He felt like he wanted to make a decision that would make the Tech Priest a little less suspicious of his much more human approach to things. With a sigh, he spoke calmly over the private channel.
"Deal with the mutant however you deem fit. I trust your judgement."
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 20, 2024 23:21:58 GMT
Kel'sab slowly comes down from the combat stims in the aftermath of battle. The tech priest and astartes' exchange occurs with a chorus of *THWACK* and *SQUISH* as the psyker's staff is smashed against the bodies over and over.
A bit of his senses creep back in, some analysis of the scene unfolding in his brain. "A f-fi.. *gurgle* ..a fine analysis my Lord Tetra- *gasp* -dymite."
A hard reverse of the drugs effects splinters through his limbs. White knuckling his staff just to stay up, the mutant hobbles a few steps to take a closer look at one of the less smashed bodies. "Their presence feels natural.." A loud cough into his burnt coat arm. "They are either local filth given the BLESSING of stolen technology, or they are from another underhive's shadow."
With a paranoid snap this way and that, Kel'sab surveys the scene. "Something much more is wrong, my Lords. Too many outsiders, too many insects from this filth carrying what they could never have.. I suspect. Another hacking cough, strong enough that he falls to a knee. "Gaagh! Ugh.. The intervention of others from above, such as yourselves, the numbers of our enemy!"
As the tech priest approaches, and privately communicates with the Terminator, Kel'sab assumes he's coming closer to speak. "This is many roads crossing, my Lord... and to have remained hidden. I have few suspects, but many theories."
Tetradymite pauses, the flamers pilot light still ignited. They appear motionless
"Statement - Your presence will be noted in the Inquisitorial Report. Statement - Tithe due in 53 standard cycles. Choose - Submit to the tithe, Submit to Inquisition, Be unfound."
While waiting for an answer Tetradymite handles a number of the dropped weapons. They pull together a few of the lasguns and power packs. Swiftly disassembling and reassembling some of the components into a workable weapon.
Without a word they hand it to the recovering mutant.
Turning away they start plotting the most circumspect route to their next stop. Mechanical limbs reloading the spent magazines in preparation for what was to come.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 21, 2024 19:04:51 GMT
As can be expected from communication with a ranking member of the machine cult, Kel'sab finds himself very confused.
Some field assembled mass of weaponry sits in his hands as he listens to his choices. Tithe or the Inquisition?
*Gurgling* "My Lord, I know not this 'tithe.' Yet I know the Inquisition's glorious name! I shall gladly ALIGN with the agents of His throne!"
Not immediately sure of how to operate the new mechanicus creation, he twitches it from one detail of their battlefield to the next.
"Was their 'auto cannon' here?! If NOT, if we we-.. we were..." Kel'sab's eyes light with an electric spark. "THIS! This was the demonSTRATION! The guard into the JAWS of a heretic ambush!"
With a shrug of their shoulder and a turn to the Terminator with a slight shake of their head.
Turning to the fallen Imperial guardsmen they examined their comms. Finding the right frequency they called for transport. It would provide a more discreet approach as well as saving the several hours of awkward traversal through the Hive. Inconvenient at the best of times, with their accompaniment a serious test of both patience and tactical sense.
It took a short wait, during which Tetradymite attended the wounds and damage suffered during the brief but bloody ambu...no demonstration in which they'd found themselves. A pair of Chimera pulled up, with a matching set of squads immediately filling out and showing the due salutes and respect for all but the mutant.
As a group they moved into the Chimera, they were left with just the driver.
"Order - Proceed with all due discretion to this location" Came from the floating Vox-servo, and the location delivered direct into the Nav-Comp on board the light infantry carrier. Tetradymites Mechadendrite working on their face and throat, presumably repairing more of their damaged systems. They were 88.913% sure they would be able to restore all non-vital systems before they arrived at their next port of call, mere aesthetics were secondary to function.
While working they were compiling all the facts and information for their report. One benefit was the lack of editorial in Tetradymites report, once stung was more than enough so it was always just the facts, often too many.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
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