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Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 22, 2024 16:53:45 GMT
The Terminator caught the subtle gesture from the Tech Priest and found himself in silent agreement with them. He found himself unsure of the Psyker, which he internally acknowledged was fairly common due to their innate abilities left them vulnerable to the corruption of Chaos.
When the Tech Priest had finished examining the comms of their fallen allies, Hellhammer made sure that the bodies would be taken care of and not desecrated. He didn't have the time to give them a proper burial, something which might have been out of character for most of his brothers, but he did all he could for them.
As soon as the group moved into the Chimera, he checked on the state of his equipment, taking the time to ensure that he had enough fuel and that his armour was in good shape.
As soon as the Tech Priest gave the order for discretion, he grunted in affirmation.
"Affirmative, be ready for battle, just in case."
Throughout the journey, he kept one eye focused on the Psyker, being a little cautious and ready to deal with them should they become corrupted.
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 23, 2024 14:40:26 GMT
Kel'sab's eyes widen as, once again, the underhive is witness to an unprecedented level of activity and notice from the world above.
Faced with a crowd, the mutant's outspoken nature diminishes. He boards the Chimera transport after his highborn compatriots, muttering incoherent prayers and maddened idle thoughts.
Reflecting on his recent loss of control and deep immersion in the immaterium would keep him in this state until their destination.
The ride in the Chimera passed quickly, with few words said between the odd group. Tetradymite breaking their concentration on the work only once after considering what and who lay ahead.
"Question - Tactically would we have improved chances of success had we commanded the extra guard to join us?"
Perhaps they would just have been more bodies cooling, or would their knowledge of these Hive streets have been an asset.
The final reasonable touches were complete as the Chimera pulled up
"This is as close as I can get, its a warren in there my Lords" came the drivers' low gothic.
"Order - Fall back to safe distance, call in back up, specifically a demolitions team, lastly maintain radio communication" Retorted the Tech-Priest with barely a pause.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
As the Chimeras pulled up to the location everything went eerily silent. A stark contrast to the chaotic and quick gunfight they had experienced just earlier. Here they felt the silence of the streets. They would find out the location they’d been taken to was some kind of large warehouse or prior factory of some sort, whatever it was it looked like it was supposed to be abandoned but signs of activity were obvious from the outside. The area seemed clean and there could be shifting seen from the windows of the factory, shadows seeming to shift out of sight from the corners of their eyes.
Their support vehicles would remain and their request for additional support would be answered as two squads of Guardsmen were signaled to be on the way. Once they had heard the approval they awaited the men to disembark the Chimeras before they started their retreat down the street that they had just come up on.
Once they were off the Chimera, they would get a better look at what they were dealing with. Not an abandoned factory, but an operational one. One that was operating illegally here in the underhive. They would have no idea as to what was being made there unless they went inside, but they may be able to infer what was being made given the large supply of weapons the heretics from earlier had. The doors and front gate to get into this factory were all closed off, but it was all sort of put together with flimsy sheet metal holding in places the original building had lost. All of it was robust and had been put together hastily to get the factory back online as quickly as possible.
Around them would be the prying eyes of civilians watching from their homes and shops and other places of work. These streets weren’t just abandoned, the people still lived here, and to see such an imperial presence to them was concerning. People saw the large vehicles pull up and they all rushed indoors and grabbed everything they had outside and dragged it inside out of fear. The people of the Underhive were always a neglected bunch, fearing the authority or choosing to rise against it as they were oppressed by such figures like the Guard.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 26, 2024 14:56:30 GMT
As soon as the Chimera stopped and had opened, Jara sprang out. His first course of action was taking in the sight of the large, not-quite-so abandoned factory. Naturally, the signs of activity from within were a cause for concern, especially when put into context with the firefight they had been thrust into earlier. That concern would not last long, the Terminator thought.
Sensing no immediate threat outside of the factory, the Salamander took a moment to glance around at the state of the nearby homes and streets. Pity. The spark of humanity that remained within the Space Marine felt for the innocent citizens that lived in such squalid conditions. He felt bad for being unable to do much for the neglect that they suffered and wished things were different.
That pity would do him no good right now. With a soft sigh, the Terminator marched towards the front gate of the factory and upon examining the hastily put together, flimsy sheets of metal, he turned to his companions.
"This point of entry is suitable for a breach. It's shoddy, fast work likely to do with speeding up the actual production of whatever they've got inside."
Having said his piece, he stood by ready for breaching and clearing the factory.
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 27, 2024 2:40:15 GMT
In stark contrast to the empathy of the hulking angel of death, Kel'sab shuffles off the chimera, absorbs the same information, and is furious! Eyes bulge, sparking with violet and cyan energies as the mutant barley contains his rage at seeing the peoples run in fear.
The disgusting flesh heap in a coat's voice already begins louder than normal, but exponentially rises in volume with every syllable. "You.. you TRAITORS!" Kel'sab knows where eyes in the underhive are, and jabs a gnarled finger twitchily from one random household to another. "One of the Emperor's ANGELS WALKS IN YOUR MIDST! HE and his come to CLEANSE the HERESY you have allowed to FESTER!" Animate and shouting as he is, the usual phlem and gurgling seems banished, perhaps screamed out of his throat to the masses around him. "You WITNESS SALVATIONMADEMANIFEST!"
A dismissive slap of his hand knocks away the very notion of the fear the people suffer from. "Will you SURRENDER to bleak SUBSERVIENCE to darkness?! OR WILL YOU RISE TO BURN THE SHAME YOU HAVE PERMITTED AND REDEEM YOURSELVES INHISNAME?!
As he shouts, the psyker follows the Astartes. He does not know if the people will join in their assault, but every inflection he spits makes it clear that he reviles every man, woman and child that does not. Tomorrow, the Space Marine, the Guardsmen and the Tech-Priest will be gone. The people who allowed a heretical factory to fire up in their midst will remain. Kel'sab bit out the throat of a loan shark at 7, and dissolved the brain of a false confessor at 9. In his heart, there was no innocent eye that was willfully blinded to heresy.
Kel'sab was proving their worth as a decoy and attention getter. Their missives on redemption for heretics interesting and should they survive this raid, perhaps an introduction to a member of the Ecclesiastes. Tetradymite hoped they had the the grasp of the basics of the lasgun, unsanctioned Psykers were ... Problematic.Their survival through the stim dose a testament to their strength, and more importantly how appetitizing they'd be to the Enemies Beyond.
Weapons primed, Auspex engaged, they were ready to follow the Astartes into the breach. A pause.
"Observation - Location potentially filled with Explosives, limit fire to discriminate weapons."
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 27, 2024 18:16:15 GMT
The unsanctioned Psyker's shouting brought about a raise of an eyebrow from the Salamander. They were always seen as being unpredictable and Kel'sar was certainly no different or so it seemed. Well, his seemingly unwavering devotion to the Emperor was interesting, but his methods were puzzling to the Terminator.
Unlike the Tech Priest, Hellhammer saw the shouts as potentially dangerous. Sure, he recognised the value of a good distraction, but the actions of the Psyker could potential pull civilians into the line of fire and that was a cause of concern.
Turning back to the Tech priest he gave them a nod, with the potential of explosives inside the facility, there would be no usage of his Balefire gun. Drawing his Thunder hammer, he gave a quiet countdown to his companion.
"3... 2... 1! Knock knock, heretics!"
As soon as the countdown reached one, the Terminator began the breach, striking the gate with his Thunder hammer.
On the count of one Tetradymite ready to go, still suffering from their wound they knew they had to move first. Brother Jaras' speed had shown that following up was more realistic than trying to keep pace. A matter for another time.
Their Auspex showed multiple Biological contacts within the building, it's structure shoddy enough to allow for deeper scanning penetration. Filtering and immediately uploading into the tactical local Noosphere, ensuring that the Astartes Tactical Dreadnaught Armour would display the needed data to the most lethal amongst them.
"Orders - Weapons tight, ancillary damage has lethal potential. Observation - Targets marked 270 degrees to 340 degrees, secondary 30 degrees to 90 degrees Request - Confirm"
And with that targeted bursts of plasma fire engaged the Heretical scum.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 28, 2024 21:24:22 GMT
Kel'sab's ranting didn't have any kind of graceful end, but instead just trailed off into guttural noises as the moment of breach came closer.
With a grunt and wet seething in the corner of his mouth, the mutant hefted his new aim-assisted lasrifle with his "best" arm. While overwhelmingly unwise to try and fire such a weapon one handed, he'd not release the death grip on his psychic grounding staff.
When the thunder hammer smashes an opening, Kel'sab would start by trying to keep pace with the astartes, though would no doubt reach the same conclusion as Tetradymite. Any fire he delivers will be inaccurate and untrained, but also a mere prelude to charging another warp strike.
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