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Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 28, 2024 21:42:31 GMT
As soon as the front door was breached, the Terminator ran inside. As soon as he was inside the threshold he targeted the nearest heretics whilst keeping out of the line of fire of his companions as well as he could.
"Targets identified, can confirm your observations, Tech Priest."
The Salamander leapt towards one of the aforementioned targets, swinging his Thunder Hammer with the precision that came with years of experience and training.
"Your illegal operation ends here and now, heretics."
His voice boomed through the factory as he went to work in dealing with the enemies.
Chaos ensued almost immediately after the door was kicked down, with lasers flying across the factory floor as well as ballistics. It was indeed some sort of factory that had been converted to making weapons and ammo, so this immediate chaos probably wasn’t the best. Scores of men that were all working in this factory fled and all scrambled for the exit but were caught in the crossfire, seeming to have no will or reason to fight against such a behemoth. These were simply just innocent workers looking for work in the underhive, now being slaughtered.
“Take that thing down!”
Shouted one soldier as he let off volleys of lasgun fire at Jara, only to find that it was incredibly ineffective at penetrating the armor. Soon he would be torn in half by a projectile, ending his life almost instantly. They would need to be careful in here, most of the men inside knew to be careful with where they shit as there were piles of ammunition and explosives in this factory that could set off at one hit from a lasgun.
“Watch where your-“
One of the men tried to warn the other heretics before taking a round to the head. Soon there were no more heretics and the factory floor lay silent. All that was left were piles of unfinished weapons and unexploded ordnance, this might require a demolitions team. There were bodies all around, innocent and guilty ones. But more importantly there was some kind of terminal nearby, containing data and vox messages on it. Possibly more leads.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 29, 2024 9:27:03 GMT
Victory. As the last of the heretics fell, the Terminator surveyed the damage. Thankfully, it appeared that no stray bolts or blasts had hit any of the explosives, which was incredibly lucky. He had almost expected at least maybe a stray hit from the Psyker to hit something due to how the previous firefight had gone and as such it was a relief in a sense that he hadn't misfired.
The Salamander then turned his gaze over to glance around at the scattered corpses of the fallen heretics. He examined the armour and weapons that they had possessed, things that they, in his eyes at least, were unworthy to wield.
Then his gaze met the cold, dead eyes of the innocent workers. The little spark of humanity that existed deep within him raised to the surface once more. Guilt. Sympathy. Horror. He became slightly mortified by the deaths of the innocent, although they were seemingly working with heretics which offset it somewhat.
The brooding Space Marine then began to pile up the bodies, stacking them so that they were out of the way. A pile for the heretics that had fired upon them and a pile for the workers. He also took the time to stomp on one of the heretic corpses.
He then turned to the Tech Priest and gestured to the terminal.
"That terminal over there seems likely to hold our next lead."
There was no victory here, merely the expiring remains of deluded fools working for short-sighted heretics. Tetradymite went through the sequential rituals of reloading as they swept the opposition, finishing off the guilty dying men and women with their powered axe. Sending their damned souls on to the next life.
Checking their internals they'd suffered little damage in the exchange, but noticed some degradation that would need attending once they'd returned to suitable facilities. It was time to move the guard in.
"Acknowledgement - Likelihood of mission relevant data 89.232%" then over the comms to the waiting forces. "Orders - EOD presence required with immediacy. Notification - Caution In Extremis"
Then moving carefully they started their examination of the terminal. Cables snaking into the poorly maintained device.
"Observation - Data encrypted estimated time for resolution forty one minutes twenty two seconds Statement - Regress to the Chimera for analysis and transport"
And with that they turned and left, walking past the incoming forces.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 30, 2024 21:35:04 GMT
Following after the Salamander with a screaming charge, Kel'sab discharged the lasweapon mostly out of respect for it being given by a lord. He'd never had such a thing in his hands before. He tried his best, cracking off several blasts through stunned factory workers and a few glancing blows on the armor of the armed heretics.
The psyker was a madman, but he wasn't an idiot. He could see his weapon was contributing little. Instead, he began to fire pot shots every so often whilst stalking behind the space marine. A spark of lightning here and there backlit the angel's assault, but Kel'sab was no longer concerned with murder and conquest; that was being handled.
It's during the "clean up" that he finds his purpose: survivors. Not their executions, that too was being handled, though he wouldn't shirk such responsibility. Instead he sought the knowledgeable. The worker's souls he left to the Emperor's Judgement, but upon finding one of the Heretics that had fired, he clutched their head.
Off in the corner, as the loyal forces of the Emperor did their work, there was a flash of eldritch warp-light and a splattering scream. "GIVE YOUR THOUGHTS TO ME!"
As the secrets of the victim unfolded in his mind, he glanced over his shoulder. Was it done? What a strange day.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 30, 2024 21:44:04 GMT
When it came to the pile of heretics bodies left on the factory floor, Jara held no remorse. They had deliberated endangered the poor people of the under hive and as such, his mind was made up. They could rot for all he cared.
With a nod of acknowledgement towards the Tech Priest, he began making his way back outside.
Once he had reached the outside, he took a moment to observe the nearby streets, attempting to get a glimpse of the reactions of the unfortunates doomed to live here.
With one last look, he re-entered the Chimera, were he glanced down at his armour. Satisfied, he awaited the arrival of his companions and the next leads.
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