Xenos Hunters Session 29

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	antoine	A halberd wielding dark eldar's lightening quick attacks are deflected aside by Anselm as Joffery and Patriclus dodge they gliders trying to snag them and drag them off into the shadows. However the honor guard are not so lucky, they lose three of their number. One loses his head to a scythe-like attachment on the underside of a board, another is impaled while the last is dragged out of...
	antoine	...sight through the corridors. The man pokes his fingers through the net and screams as he is taken away.
	antoine	Patriclus lops off a leg of a rider before plunging the knife deep into the chest of the pointy eared slaver.
	Sinbad	"Hahaha, Patriclus! Good, good!"
	Balmung	swings both his weapons at the Dark Eldar
	antoine	The rider does a flip, the turning circle is within the length of his own body. He howls with delight as the two spacemarines assault him.
	antoine	Xavier sheathes his sword before bringing up his shotgun, he pumps out three quick shells up at the dark eldar attacking him, each one deftly avoided by the skyboard rider.
	antoine	(joffery*)
	antoine	Xavier and the honor guard fire wildly into the air, catching a rider mid pirouette and filling him with las fire.
	Omniel	sights in on the impertinent, flipping Dark Eldar that Joffery had narrowly missed, sending a stream of hot plasma as an encore.
	antoine	The rider and his grav board succumbs to the torrent of hot plasma, incinerating him in an instant.
	Bellerophon	riddles the remaining two dark eldar with hot mass-reactive bolter-lead, carefully aiming around and through Jeff and Anselm
	Bellerophon	riddles one of the remaining dark eldar with hot mass-reactive bolter-lead, carefully aiming around and through Jeff
	Sinbad	"Forgive me Brother Champion, I must have some play as well!"
	Sinbad	whirls about and attempts to grab the last visible Eldar with his hands
	Sinbad	grabs the Eldar by the legs, and attempts to slam him into the bladed walls
	Sinbad	"THIS IS WHY WE PUT PERFECTLY SAFE SKULLS AND NOT KNIVES AND SPIKES ON THE WALLS!"
	Balmung	laughs loudly
	antoine	The eyes of the slaver bulge as a long spike impales him his tears at Sinbad weakly before he expires.
	antoine	his hands tear*
	Sinbad	recovers his composure, and pulls back out his bolter and touches his temple to put out a vox
	Anselm	grunts, and sheathes his swords. He looks back to Joffery.
	Sinbad	"Brothers, contact the Salamanders. Warn them. They enemy is in force, and swift. Their bodies are weak."
	antoine	The howls of laughter and excess continue to echo through the halls as the group recovers
	Omniel	"Quite, it seems."
	Omniel	moves to examine one of the downed hoverboards.
	Bellerophon	++Call the Salamanders to recover my dead. I will not leave their corpses to these depraved xenos.++
	Balmung	"My sister fought better than this lot"
	Sinbad	++The Salamanders must maintain our escape route.
	Sinbad	++
	Bellerophon	++We are not far in. They can do both.++
	Sinbad	"Brother Balmung, your sister must be as swift as the bladewinds, then."
	Bellerophon	++Please.++
	Sinbad	++...I shall ask.++
	Anselm	++When all is said and done your men will be getting a funeral pyre like no other.++
	Bellerophon	++Now I request we pursue the dark eldar who took my man. No doubt he will lead us the way to Tellion as well.++
	Anselm	looks back to Sinbad. ++The command is yours, Brother.++
	Balmung	++I don't think we should purse the dark eldar++
	Balmung	++There will be a trap set for us.++
	Sinbad	++Hmm, the reasoning seems sound. Though, they may have just brought the man to debauch, and not to their torture pens.++
	Sinbad	picks up the Eldar on the wall and stares into his viscera
	Sinbad	looks up for a second
	Omniel	++Perhaps it would be wise to station the more vulnerable members of our group somewhere safer?++
	Balmung	++Probably++
	Sinbad	++...Brothers, how many of you...feel your souls in the Emperor's will? We could use our Omophagea.++
	Anselm	++Divided we fall. If we separate we'll be picked apart. Best to stay together..++
	Bellerophon	++They are safer with us.++
	Bellerophon	unseals his helmet with a fssssssh
	Balmung	takes off his helmet aswell
	Sinbad	unseals his beaked helmet
	Sinbad	++Brother Forge Master, Brother Champion, Brother Apothecary...if you will not partake, then please watch us. End us should we fall, or become corrupt.++
	Anselm	nods.
	Bellerophon	eats some brains unironically
	Balmung	puts some brains in his mouth and begins to chew
	Sinbad	cuts away the skullcap of the eldar he carried and eats the brainflesh as it begins to crystallize
	Balmung	"They're not the worst I've ever had"
	Omniel	nods. ++I shall do so.++
	Sinbad	"The air ruins an otherwise triumphant meal..."
	Sinbad	becomes too fervent in eating the Eldar and starts to eat the mangled body wholesale instead of just the brain
	Balmung	grunts
	Bellerophon	spits out the dark eldar juice and puts his helmet back on, taking the time to engage its hermetic seals
	Bellerophon	++We are on the correct path.++
	Sinbad	tosses the further-ruined body aside, and replaces his helmet, breathing heavily
	Sinbad	++...So be it. We continue. With haste.++
	Bellerophon	++To where the Inquisitor would be held, at least. Who knows what else we may find in the pens.++
	Balmung	puts his helm back on
	Balmung	++There's a butcher in the pens, did you see him?++
	Bellerophon	++I did not. Why?++
	Balmung	++My vision showed me a three armed butcher standing and a gore stained pit++
	Bellerophon	++What were you trying to find??+
	Sinbad	++...I did not see anything. I let my rage overtake me. ...Your skaldship does not bode well, then, Brother?++
	Sinbad	continues one, motioning for the party to move forwards as they review what was learned
	Balmung	++I beleive this is the one who has the inquisitor
	Anselm	shakes his head, and then moves along.
	Sinbad	makes the sign of the Aquilia and prays softly through the vox-net
	Bellerophon	continues "down," along their current path
	Omniel	falls in with the others, keeping his various weapons at the ready.
	Bellerophon	leads the pack for he is Bellerophon, Master Assassin, Navigator Extraordinaire
	antoine	The group continues onwards, the maze-like surroundings give way to a more normal, if wider corridor with occasional but less haphazard lighting. You leave the howls of the crazed sky board riders behind and are now greeted by the sound of mortal combat, the clash of blades and the shouts of a crowd.
	Anselm	++I am not sure I like this.++
	Navarre	+Sounds like gladatorial combat.++
	Sinbad	++...Damned xenos. If they have harmed the Inquisitor, we shall make them pay.++
	Omniel	++Even if they haven't harmed the Inquisitor, I imagine we shall make them pay.++
	antoine	The sounds grow louder as you approach until you are sure they are coming from an opening up ahead to your left.
	Balmung	++I think we may have found the gore covered pit++
	Anselm	draws his swords. ++Shall I be vanguard, Brother Sinbad?++
	Bellerophon	++That makes little sense. It is I, obviously, who should breach and clear.++
	Sinbad	++Mmm. Go, Brother Champion. Brother Veteran, follow. Keep each other in check. We must scout them, before we lay into them.++
	Sinbad	++Brother, we need you here with us. Your bolts must lay death into the xenos from afar.++
	Sinbad	++...They can dodge bullets, but they have yet to outrun them. As well, it is much nicer when they run into them in their haste to meet us in combat.++
	Anselm	grunts in acknowledgement, before firing this thrusters to support his run.
	Balmung	follows Anselm
	Navarre	++Shall I stay in case we get ambushed?++
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	Anselm	moves onward, towards the source of the noise...
	Bellerophon	follows them, because. Really.
	Sinbad	++Brother Devastator, where are you going?++
	Bellerophon	++After them, of course.++
	Sinbad	++We go after them after they report their findings.++
	Bellerophon	stops. Fine.
	Navarre	++You need to learn patience, Ultramarine.++
	Omniel	moves to graps Bellerephon by the arm, then stops when it seems he has no more intention of leaving.
	Bellerophon	squints so hard his helmet does too
	Sinbad	++I was not aware we could do that. Now I have to try.++
	Sinbad	squints
	Navarre	++Must be something that the sons of guilliman get special.++
	Anselm	++Bloodsport. We've found an arena.++
	Sinbad	++Mmm. Anything of note?++
	Balmung	chuckles over the vox channel
	Anselm	++Not that I can tell right now. It seems impromptu but... at the same time, scheduled. They're having mortal prisoners fight against them.++
	Navarre	++So shall we go in and kill them all, or do we go and see if we can not enter ourselves? Surely such decadent xenos would not balk at the chance to face an astartes in ritual combat.++
	Bellerophon	++Why would we entertain combat when I can simply gun them down.__
	Sinbad	++Brothers, I want combat plans suggested, now. Make with haste. Shall we take this opportunity, and risk the Inquisitor, or lose it and continue our search?++
	Navarre	++To not kill the mortals.++
	Balmung	++The inquisitor may be one of the mortals to fight++
	Anselm	++I will check this.++
	Bellerophon	++I can simply shoot around the captive Humans.++
	Sinbad	++Which, for the time being, are our tertiary objective. We must secure the Inquisitor and most likely find your men.++
	Bellerophon	++It would take mere seconds, as well as reducing their overall numbers.++
	Sinbad	++And alert the entire damn stadium against us, impeding our search while we are quicksanded in their numbers.++
	Bellerophon	++And if the Inquisitor is indeed in there...++
	Bellerophon	++Some of their number have already escaped. Nor do the dead speak.++
	Sinbad	++Then we shall find her, secure her, /then/ destroy the xenos.++
	Navarre	++Sound plan, Sinbad.++
	Omniel	++I support this course of action.++
	Sinbad	wanders over to Omniel, then hugs the large item on his back
	Sinbad	++Then we can use /this/.++
	Sinbad	lovingly presses against the nuclear warhead
	Anselm	++She's not here. These are captives from the feudal world. No, I smell her...++
	Sinbad	++...Then tell us, that we may follow.++
	Anselm	loudly inhales over the vox. ++She's elsewhere along the hall. For the sake of time we should move and find her. I would deal with these vermin later, tohugh...++
	Sinbad	gives a resounding affirmative grunt through the vox
	Omniel	++The Inquisitor is our primary objective.++
	Sinbad	++We follow. Patriclus, I ask of you a favor from your equipment.++
	Navarre	++We'll deal with them after we have the inquisitor. I am sure she will want some revenge.++]
	Sinbad	++Brother Forge Master, could you augment his stummer that we may all travel under its protection?++
	Omniel	++I... perhaps... though its machine spirit may not be receptive to such changes.++
	antoine	The two scouts fall back to the hallway and Anselm motions for you to follow him deeper into the slaver ship.
	Sinbad	++It is up to you, Brother Forge Master. Perhaps we may not need it, should the machine spirit be angered.++
	Bellerophon	starts moving again. Finally.
	Omniel	interfaces with the Stummer through his Mind-Impulse Unit, seeking answers.
	antoine	The group moves on, leaving the poor feral worlders to their fate at the hands of the xenos.
	antoine	*feudal worlders
	Bellerophon	++Are you sure, Squad Leader?++
	Navarre	++I am... leaving the feudal worlders is something I do not like, but we should make it up after we find the Inquisitor.++
	Bellerophon	++They are humans and deserving of our protection.++
	Balmung	++Aye++
	Sinbad	++What makes you all think I desire to leave them? But the Throne has demanded of us that we do this first. Remember, I am not without mercy, but we must be practical.++
	Sinbad	++Simply remember to use your Mercy bolts if need be. We cannot take them all with us on the Shark boats.++
	Anselm	++Hundreds of untold billions of mortals die each day. But an Inquisitor can stifle those numbers considerably and save worlds, just as we can. They are not a resource to be wasted.++
	Sinbad	fills the vox channel background again with prayer
	Bellerophon	++The mission is to be done, not to be done at the expense of our humanity.++
	Bellerophon	++Or Humanity.++
	Balmung	chuckles ++I'd gladly take the fudal worlders over the Inquisitor++
	Omniel	++Orders are orders.++
	Sinbad	++Then we remember that, and keep that in hand. For every one that suffers, pay the xenos back tenfold. However, we must secure the Inquisitor posthaste before we enact our revenge. I do not like this any more than you lot.++
	Bellerophon	++If that was the case then we would be killing the dark eldar where they stood in these moments.++
	Anselm	++Enough, I say! The decision's made, let us keep moving ahead.++
	Sinbad	++Enough then. They shall die soon enough.++
	antoine	The scent leads Anselm onwards and down a few decks until it is overcome by a strong sterile smell, like an apothecarium the chemicals but overlapped with a sickly scent that sends your Preomnor pre-stomach churning.
	Sinbad	++Mortals, gird your innards. Do not give away our position with vomiting.++
	antoine	The smell is coming from a set of doors, if you could call them that. Randomly curved doors without hinges hold back the worst of the smell. There are no handles, only spikes jutting from their sides.
	Sinbad	++...I've had it up to here with the xenos and their terrible decorating.++
	Sinbad	++Brother Champion, can you recover her scent still?++
	Omniel	++I find their architecture displeasing both aesthetically and functionally.++
	Navarre	++They use too many spikes for it to be functional with defense.++
	Anselm	++I cannot smell her any longer. This stench has killed off her trail.++
	Omniel	++Did any of the brains you consumed shed any light on what this place is?++
	Bellerophon	++No.++
	Balmung	++She's on the other side of the doors++
	Omniel	++Another scouting mission, then?++
	Omniel	looks to Sinbad.
	Sinbad	nods
	Anselm	draws his sword. ++Ready.++
	Balmung	++Aye++
	Sinbad	++Break into groups of two. Brother Devastator, it is up to you how to keep your honor guard.++
	Anselm	++Joffery! By my side!++
	Bellerophon	++Surely you are joking.++
	Sinbad	++Balmung, do you detect anything more? Your brothers are famous for their smell.++
	Omniel	++Perhaps we should discover what lies beyond this door, before formulating our plan?++
	Omniel	engages his Auspex curiously.
	Sinbad	++Mmm. Then we shall.++
	Navarre	++If the Dark Angel would break through?++
	Omniel	++I am detecting many life-signs... of varying sizes, weakly. Combined with the unusual odor, I would postulate that this is some manner of laboratory, for the purpose of experimentation.++
	Navarre	++Hmmm. You can all move on. I will catalog the depravity here. And possibly end the homunculae behind this.++
	Sinbad	++Good. We are possibly close then. Make way for battle. I shall opoen them.++
	Omniel	++Understood, Brother Leader.++
	Omniel	raises his weapon, preparing to cover Sinbad.
	Balmung	++I say we kick down the door and extract her now that we know where she is++
	Sinbad	opens the door with gentle hands and silence
	Anselm	draws his personal sword. ++We shall now give you the proper test of your mettle, boy. Stay close and be brave.++
	antoine	As Sinbad applies pressure to the doors the material ripples and his hands disappear through them.
	Sinbad	++...I HATE XENOS+
	Balmung	snorts when Anselm calls Joffery boy
	Sinbad	++Some sort of xenotech-sorcery. These doors are an illusion.++
	Sinbad	walks through, bolter ready
	Sinbad	++Into the storm, brothers.++
	Anselm	pushes on through the doors.
	Navarre	would follow after those two!
	Balmung	follows
	Omniel	boldly strides through the doors.
	Bellerophon	walks in bored like
	antoine	As you pass through the holofield you come upon a distressing scene. The room is large with large cage doors on either side of the room, gibbets hanging from the ceiling and smaller cages set against the far wall. On that far wall there is a space marine, his right arm no more than a stump just past the shoulder as he hangs from hooks dug into his alabaster flesh. Tau, human and other xenos...
	antoine	...species are stuck in gibbets and cages. The various Tau castes have been mixed and matches in bizarre flesh work, elongated heads supported by squat bodies, warriors scarred faces grafted onto face of their thin air caste members. The humans are of various breeds but all are scared out of their minds and have endured one form of torture of another.
	Balmung	snarls
	Anselm	cocks his head at the Marine. ++Navarre, you are needed.++
	Navarre	++Yes. Yes I am.++ He checked the marine.
	Bellerophon	++I would venture that only the other Astartes has a chance of surviving.++
	Omniel	sweeps his gaze over the grotesque tableau, before scanning the room visually, looking for other doors in or out, or any sign of the perpetrator of these grave misdeeds.
	Navarre	++Some of the humans still live.++
	antoine	An ork head sits in a fluid filled jar, its jaw works up an down in a vain attempt to unleash its anger on the fleshsmith in the middle of the room. The character wears long robes and has a snake like lower body that support a three limbed torso. His face is not his own, the flash grafted on. He idly pushes a cheek that has drooped back into position as he worked on his subject lying naked...
	antoine	...on a slat metal table. The subject is female with her left leg stripped of skin, the bare muscle laid bare as he runs a scalpel along the muscle and leaves necrotic tissue behind a smokey trail comes off of the wound. Either side of him are two guards, made of various limbs the grotesque abominations hide behind inscrutable masks of silver.
	antoine	flat metal*
	Sinbad	++If they can be saved, save them. If they are infirm, mentally or otherwise, deliver to them the Emperor's Mercy.++
	Bellerophon	++Perhaps, Brothers, we address the larger issue.++
	antoine	The fleshsmith looks up, a lopsided grin forming on his face
	Sinbad	looks to the xenos abomination
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	antoine	The three armed butcher uses and arm to press a stud on his gauntlet, the cages to the side open to release their contents. With the same arm he draws an orb from his clothing and tosses it at you. His other free arm takes up a sword from his belt. His main hand however had an injector for each finger, linked to brightly coloured vials of liquid.
	antoine	The Orb clatters to the ground, rolling to a stop at your feet.
	antoine	The Orb releases a shockwave of emotional energy, smashing into your psyche. You feel like a million souls are crying out in eternal torment, each one ranging from a whisper to a shout in your mind.
	Sinbad	++SHUT THE THRONE-DAMNED HELL UP!++
	antoine	All the humans bar the honor guard grasp at their heads as the wash of power comes over them, crying out in pain.
	Sinbad	seizes for a moment in silence, then...
	Sinbad	++Brothers, it's Tellion. Assault marines, go to her, and tie up the nuisance. Brothers, kill as you wish.++
	Sinbad	gives Patriclus a solid punch
	Sinbad	"She walks away because she knows you have His Holy Work to do, my mortal friend."
	antoine	Patriclus doubles over coughing before shaking his head clear of. While his face is obscured, he grips his bolter and its holy charms tightly.
	antoine	head clear*
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	Balmung	rushes to get to hte inquisitor and free her
	Balmung	picks her up and flings her over his shoulder and rushes back to the rest of the group
	antoine	The fleshsmith and guards lash out as Balmung takes their subject
	Anselm	intensifies his breathing, and points his personal sword at the xeno-freak.
	Anselm	"Come, you disgusting abomination! Face me if you think you are my equal!"
	antoine	The two guards stick by their leader while four hulking abominations emerge from the side cages. Each grafted and sown together from different parts. Each with the same inscrutable mask of silver that the guard have but larger and with spikes jutting forth from them. They tower over you as they charge, spiked fists at the drawn back to splinter your armour and pulverize your body.
	antoine	fists are drawn*
	Bellerophon	maintains the pokerface, except now he switches targets from the snakeman to Trgdor the Unstoppable #1 who is currently abusing Balmung
	Bellerophon	fires!
	antoine	The massive hulking creature takes a horrendous amount of damage, he has to be literally torn apart to stop his rampage.
	antoine	The roof of the room splits into four, a circular area opens up and a massive beetle shell bio-mechanoid lowers itself into the chamber on grav plates. It has two huge claws either side of its body and a massive tail that angles forwards over its body to point towards you.
	Sinbad	++Excellent assist, Brother Devastator. Brother Apothecary, would you go to the Brother Veteran's aid?++
	Navarre	++Happily!++ And he would go to do just that.
	Bellerophon	++Assist?++
	Bellerophon	snorts
	Omniel	zeros in on his biomechanical nemesis across the battlefield, hosing it down with a full barrage of the Emperor's most holy plasma fuel.
	antoine	The lumbering creature's limbs are torn off one at a time before finally its bio-mechanoid carapace is penetrated by the superheated plasma and the whole thing explodes in a fountain of caustic fluids.
	Bellerophon	++Most excellent technique, Brother. You make me proud.++
	Omniel	++It is a testament to the weapon's machine spirit.++
	antoine	They drop over the fleshsmith and the abominations aparently without damage but several captives scream as their bodies are burned and their circulatory systems pump the toxin through their bodies.
	Navarre	++Hell of a weapon, indeed.++
	antoine	The serfs cry out in pain as they brush off the virulent toxin from their armour.
	antoine	Patriclus brings his bolter to bear on the snake bodied leader.
	Omniel	++My apologies, Brothers. I was unaware that it contained such virulence.++
	antoine	The two rounds are easily dodged by the lithe torturer
	Sinbad	++If you were, we were all unaware. I am glad that it it at least shall give the captives rest.++
	antoine	Joffery fires off a series of shotgun blasts at Anselm's combatant, he manages to barely damaged the beast but his wild spray also catch Anselm. The holy armour though protects the Knight.
	Anselm	++Watch your firing discipline, boy! You'll be applying a fresh coat to this for that!++
	antoine	Xavier almost manages to hit his target, one of the bodyguards but the honor guard are also unlucky, their targets just too quick.
	antoine	The three armed butcher slithers forward into the melee, going after the one who destroyed his vile mechanoid creation.
	antoine	His flails wildly but misses Omniel with every thrust or strike.
	antoine	(Anselm)
	Sinbad	points his free hand at the massive creature in front of him, and issues forth a horrible insult regarding its face and how ugly it is
	Sinbad	then draws his power claymore and readies his strike
	Balmung	swings his axe at the butcher
	Anselm	"For all your victims, for the Emperor, I will destroy you!" the Knight-Brother roars as he unleashes a storm of blades upon the Haemonculus.
	antoine	The attacks go wide, the Dark Eldar elder continues to evade the Kill Team.
	Anselm	severs the all of the abomination's arms with a single diagonal cut before chopping deep into its torso, finishing off with a decapitating arc.
	Anselm	"Dominatus Imperialis! Gaze on His might!"
	antoine	Balmung is assaulted but manages to hold onto Tellion, keeping her out of the clutches of the brute standing over him.
	Bellerophon	turns his attention once more to protecting Balmung and the Inquisitor, and devastates the abomination beating them
	antoine	The abomination's various sown together parts come apart , leaving a pile of random limbs, patches of skin, muscle and organs on the floor.
	antoine	The two bodyguards surge forwards to retrieve their masters corpse.
	antoine	They drag it, head and all away through another holofield wall to safety.
	Anselm	failed to grasp at the Haemonculus' corpse.
	Navarre	would do a once over on Balmung, before drawing his bolter and shooting one of the hulks!
	antoine	The massive beserker dodges the bolter fire
	Omniel	sizes the thing up. ++I believe I have the proper tools for this...++ He comments, before charging directly at the hulking brute, slamming the shears in with inhuman strength. ++Sorry to cut in, Brother Anselm.++
	Anselm	grunts.
	antoine	Patriclus manages to make a few stinging cuts on the hulk attacking Sinbad. Joffery's charge with his lathe blade misses entirely.
	antoine	Joffery was attacking the hulk engaged in melee with Anselm
	Anselm	++You demonstrate your bravery well, boy, but we must still improve you! Now let us kill this thing!++
	antoine	Xavier and the honor guard manage to put down the abomination attacking Anselm while wounding Sinbad's attacker.
	Anselm	can be heard spouting condemnations in High Gothic.
	Sinbad	delivers a a mighty swing with his power claymore
	antoine	taking a huge chunk of muscle and skin off the massive monster
	antoine	Patriclus spins around in place, constantly on edge
	Sinbad	"What do you sense, Patriclus? Is there yet more?"
	antoine	"It's nothing, it's... it's nothing."
	Sinbad	stares suspiciously, then recovers
	Navarre	would work some medical magic on the Inquisitor, before checking the astartes.
	Sinbad	"Good work, Brothers. Brother Apothecary, please look over the wounded. Brothers, go about and administer the Emperor's Mercy to those poor mortals yet still alive. Then we must make haste back to the Salamanders. Then our holy work shall begin..."
	Balmung	looks over at the other astartes
	Navarre	++We do not have to administer the Mercy yet.++ He'll check the astartes on the wall, first.
	Omniel	inspects his shears critically, wiping some of the fluids off of them. ++Interesting...++
	Sinbad	++Do as you like, Brothers, but hurry. We must secure the Inquisitor before all else.++
	Sinbad	goes into conversation with Patriclus as they wait
	antoine	Navarre manages to stabilize the inquisitor but she has a terribly open wound. The synth skin covers it but major surgery will be needed to remove the dead tissue.
	Anselm	++We should begin scouring this vessel for any sort of leader... unless that freak was their commander?++
	Navarre	++The deviant eldar cabals make use of such torture technicians. It is possible.++
	antoine	Navarre cuts through Tellions leg, the anesthetic mercifully taking away the pain of the last few days and the current separation of her dying limb from her body.
	Omniel	++There's no telling. If the Inquisitor is in desperate need of medical attention, tarrying long may endanger our primary objective.++
	Sinbad	++She does not look well. We should hurry then, as the Forge Master suggests.++
	antoine	Navarre manages to unplug and unhook the Astartes, lowering him to the floor. He slowly rouses from his slumber
	Balmung	"Who are you?"
	Sinbad	"Watch him. We not of his true providence yet. Brother Balmung, for now, clip one of your restraints to him and one to yourself, if you could?"
	Navarre	++From his skin pigmentation and dark hair, I would say that he belongs to the Raven Guard or one of their progeny.++
	antoine	The ship rumbles heavily, the lights flicker on your vox you overhear several broadcasts from the battle +Fox2, Fox 2. Missiles away.++, ++This is squadron two, returning to the Venator Captain++
	Balmung	chains the astartes to and drags him along with him
	Sinbad	receives a vox from the Salamanders
	Sinbad	++Brothers, the Salamanders have held the the escape route. We must give them relief, while the void-attacks have opened their way, and thus ours.++
	Balmung	++We should make haste then++
	Sinbad	nods
	Anselm	++The Inquisitor needs to be cared for... but do we not have a matter to attend to, Brother Sinbad? More importantly... can we leave things as they are?++
	Sinbad	++...If I guess your intimation, you desire more death of these pathetic creatures. As do it. We shall discuss it en route, unless you desire to find the corpse of that single mutant creature.++
	antoine	You feel the ship accelerating, the ship is very smooth but the recent damage makes the effect of its propulsion more pronounced and you feel the ship speed up.
	Sinbad	motions towards the exit
	Navarre	++We should leave before they manage to enter the warp. If we must decide, then now is the time!++
	Anselm	draws his swords. ++We need to ensure that monster doesn't come back. I will go.++
	Sinbad	++Now, we go. Throne-willling, we shall meet again, Champion. Now, haste, all! Now!++
	Anselm	++Ave Imperator, Brother Sinbad. I will catch up quick enough.++
	Sinbad	leads back to the holo-door they came through
	Anselm	++Joffery!++ the Knight-Brother barks.
	antoine	"My Lord, where are you going?
	Anselm	nods to his serf. ++Go with them. You have done well, but you will only slow me down now. We will train you in the use of a jump pack once we have returned to the ship.++
	Navarre	++Then let us go. Anselm, do not die. I would be remiss if I have to drag your carcass out of the jaws of hell just to kill you again for such a folly.++
	Omniel	busies himself with more practical matters - preparing the tactical nuke.
	Anselm	snorts, before drawing his swords, and chases down the path after the Dark Eldar, through the other illusory doors...
	antoine	Anselm slams into a solid wall
	Sinbad	calls back
	Omniel	slams into Anselm.
	Sinbad	"I think you're a meter too far to the left."
	Anselm	coughs.
	Anselm	taps against the length of the wall.
	Anselm	++How in the blazes...++
	Omniel	sets the bomb aside, readying his plasma cutter and bulkhead shears. ++Shall I?++
	Sinbad	"...It figures. These holo-walls closed behind to protect the retreat of those creatures and their master."
	antoine	Everywhere Anselm taps seems to be solid. The holofield somehow has solidified.
	Sinbad	, in curiosity, taps the door they entered, testing for its opening
	antoine	That entrance apparently still works, Sinbad's hand passing through effortlessly.
	Sinbad	"...Brother Forge Master, open the Champion a door if you could. Then the rest of us can be on our way."
	Omniel	nods and begins applying the shears to the now-solid weall.
	Omniel	wall* even.
	antoine	Slowly Omniel manages to break through, the xenos architecture unable to stand up to his shears. He leaves a ragged hole large enough for Anselm to exit.
	Anselm	++My thanks. I will find this freak's followers, and I will bring back the head...++
	Anselm	moves through the opening, wary of any more traps.
	Omniel	++Go with the Emperor's blessing, Brother.++