Chapter 1: Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost (IC)

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"Nye, I call him 'Kiwi,'" Fulrik chimes in, adding some Fenrisian to his otherwise botched High Gothic, smiling at the knowledge that his nickname will no doubt ruffle the Eagle's feathers.

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"I've never met any Eagle Knight, but I like your style," Kal'vek observes, as the Marine from the Jaguar tribe is even more ostentatious than his own ancient decorated armor. "Bertram and I were part of a kill team, but they opted to split us up after our Black Templar tried to kill our Librarian. To be fair, Bertram probably started it. Anyways, they decided it was best if he was reassigned to a team just a little more open-minded. I'm here so he doesn't have to be alone. I've heard," Kal'vek gestures to indicate that he's not certain if his information is correct, "that two members of your team will be assigned to our old unit if we succeed on this mission. Could be another reason you weren't told. In any case, whether we work together for a long time or a short time, I don't want to cause offense. If you prefer Macuilli Quiahuitl, that is what I will call you."

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Bertram watches in silence from the hall at the verbal sparring match between the Inquisitor and Eagle Knight. He was in a shadow, the darkness seeming to seek him out, melding around him. In truth he didn't care what the other team had or hadn't been told, he had his own orders to follow. Turning to follow the Inquisitor he let the Salamander make friends.

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The Inquisitor makes her way to her quarters along with Bertram in tow behind her, quiet words spoken between them as they walk. Kal-vek stays out in the open with the other brothers talking with them and setting their minds at ease, due to the fact that ever since planet-fall, nothing has been easy. The banter continues for a time until night falls on the city of Palantine and the fighting seemingly ceases from far-off places. Mac and Greeth turn towards the Apothecarium and head off for a night of rest and relaxation. Fulrik, Sam, and Darius stick around with the Salamander for a time before heading off to their own rooms for the night. Each room was provided in a separate hallway adjoining the main lobby, so as to provide enough room and silence for the massive Astartes warriors. Rest was essential to an Astartes, even if they could run for weeks without it. It sharpened the mind and held their glue together. Even gods needed a break from time to time.

The dead of night comes and after finishing the cleaning of weapons and specific rituals, the Astartes shut down. Still fully aware, but in a state of rest, calming their nerves. A tiny respite from the constant action of battle, a rare few hours indeed. The night goes on around them, nothing seemingly amiss. The orks must have settled down for the night or perhaps are merely regrouping for the coming day, but whatever their strategy, the Astartes are ready for them. No green scum would lay low a son of the Emperor, especially a chosen member of the Deathwatch.

Dawn comes fast, the group meeting in the lobby early as the Inquisitor instructed. The general greetings commence as others file in from their quarters, weapons primed and ready for the day ahead. The mission was seemingly finished. They knew the location of the artifacts and after that it was smooth sailing. A quick extraction from Palantine. Nothing is ever easy...

Samael and Darius do not come forth for the morning meeting, their hallways dead silent.

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Fulrik casts a glance toward the halls that Sammy and Darius had went. He does a second head count and upon confirming that the two are indeed not present, moves to their rooms.

He heads to Darius' first. Not one to knock, he simply opens the door intending to give the Marine a grilling for not be up and ready to rock.

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As Fulrik opens the door to Darius' quarters, it immediately becomes evident that something does not feel right. Cracked pieces of the door frame sit on the floor in front, as dents litter the front of it. The door swings fully open with Fulrik's touch and he gets a full view of the scene in front of him.

On the floor, the massive form of Darius lies motionless on the ground. Blood ebbs out from a wound on his neck, cutting a slash from ear to ear. Another puddle of blood forms from behind him, multiple stab wounds to the chest and stomach leaking the sacred blood of an Astartes onto the ground about him.

The most telling feature of this most heinous crime sits implanted into the Blood Raven's skull. Protruding from his forehead sits a combat knife, lodged deep into his brain. Fulrik's eyes go wide as he recognizes just whose knife it is.

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Fulrik's head swam. Death was no shock to him, not even the death of a brother Astartes. He had been to a thousand worlds and witnessed the deaths of millions. He had watched brothers fall and had sent untold numbers of enemy to the Warp in a fountain of blood and righteous fury.

But this was different. That blade...

"Sam!" The Space Wolf yells loud enough to ensure anyone and everyone inside the building were awake. His frantic hollar reverberated off of the walls as he tore off towards his honor-brother's room, fully expecting to find the Raptor's slain body as well, but hoping against hope he would not.

He wastes no time opening the door, he simply barrels through it, splintering the frame and throwing the door itself with the fury of a Wolf uncaged. "Sammy!" he screams as the splinters fly through the air.

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"Repeat, Greeth. Darius is dead? How?" He switches over to general squad vox, "Fulrik, confirm. The Blood Raven is dead? By swine or traitor? What of Sammael?" Mac moves his hand closer to the holster for his hand-flamer.

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"DAMNATION! I'm making my way there now."

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Fulrik's scream tears down the halls and the Inquisitor motions for her Force Sword, pulling it lithely from its' sheathe. "Bertram, Kal-vek, investigate the scene. I need eyes on what has happened. Quickly."

As Fulrik makes his way into the room, Samael is nowhere to be seen. All equipment in the room is gone, the room looking as if untouched by use at all.

The Raptor is gone.

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Fulrik takes in the scene in less than a second, yet stands dumbfounded for more than a few. He doesn't respond into the squad Vox, his mind playing over a litany of scenes and situations which may have led to the disappearance of his honor brother and the death of his Kill Team brother.

He makes his way back to Darius' cell, ignoring everything and quite literally powering past anyone that stands in his way. He approaches Darius' body as Greeth begins inspecting the dead, leaning down and yanking out the combat blade from the Blood Raven's forehead.

He stares at the blade for a long moment.

This is Sam's knife.

"It is a set up." It is the only logical explanation. Multiple missions with the Raptor, a brother Fulrik was sworn to by honor and allegiance for saving his life, had given Fulrik insight into how he operated. "Sam would never leave his blade behind. Never. This is a farce, meant to look like he did the killing."

Fulrik's teeth are pressed together hard and his glare is one of furious anger. For someone to come within the confines of their perimeter and take one of his pack and murder another was the gravest insult of all.

"We need to move out, now!" He was roaring and he would not be tamed, but even still, the corners of his mind were subject to thoughts too terrible to voice.

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Mac surveyed the gruesome scene, looking for details that may have been overlooked.

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Mac kneels down before the body, and closes the Blood Raven's eyes. He starts muttering prayers for the dead in his native tongue.

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The Inquisitor looked around the hall, making sure they weren't about to all come down with a case of death. I Throne-well knew it...

She walks with purpose down the hallway and towards the grisly scene, Force Sword drawn and at the ready just in case any others were present among this bunch. She came up against a brick wall of Astartes, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get through.

"My lord Astartes, clear a path. I wish to see the body." She lithely steps around Bertram and Kal-vek, taking in the scene in a similar stance to the Astartes.

"There is much to discuss with you now. I had feared something like this might happen, but not so quickly and not so brutally."

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"You know what happened here, Inquisitor?"

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Fulrik turns on Greeth, "Then I will be damned sure not to cut myself with it, Flesh Tearer! No one lays a hand on my sworn-brother's blade. No one!" He finishes by looking at the Inquisitor.

If she wanted to do any inspection of the murder weapon, she was going to need to speak honey into Fulrik's ear or order the Marines that were currently more loyal to her than they were to Mac's team to physical restrain the Space Wolf. If his outward aggression was any indicator, he almost wanted them to try.

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Mac leans in close to Fulrik, engaging him in a conversation the others can't overhear.

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The Inquisitor inspects the body on the Blood Raven, going down to one knee and looking closely at the wounds. She turns her head and addresses the Space Marines around her.

"I have my assumptions as to what happened here. Bertram and Kal-Vek also know of these assumptions, so although you may not trust me, you should be able to trust a fellow Astartes. As it stands, I believe that now I can tell you the full extent of the mission I was sent here for, troubling though it may be. It was not simply a recovery mission for the artifacts although it is true, we need to find the artifacts and recover them so they don't fall into the wrong hands. What I failed to mention to you, and what may have ended the life of this Blood Raven, is the second half of that mission."

She stands and looks at them all.

"The Inquisition has reason to believe that an Alpha Legion infiltrator would attempt to recover the artifacts once they knew the specific location."

She sighs heavily.

"It would appear we have found that Alpha Legion member."

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Kal-vek looks grim. His chapter was nearly annihilated by Alpha betrayal during the Horus Heresy. If this is true, he will help avenge the fallen Astartes.

"But why reveal himself by killing Darius?"

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"A good question, Kal-vek, and one that we can only speculate about. My theory is that he was caught in the act, so to speak. He was trying to sneak out and get his own personal mission started before any of us knew it. The Blood Raven must have noticed and became suspicious. Thus, his life was ended and his mouth silenced."

She paces around the room.

"It would be madness to go with a fully armed group of loyalist Astartes and try to somehow recover the artifacts and escape. He merely wished to get the jump on us and so he has accomplished that. The question remains as to if he is the only Alpha Legion member on the planet. Or does he have more of those treacherous beasts with him? One can only guess."

She pauses and looks in the direction of Fulrik.

"All theory of course."

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"Inquisitor, are you suggesting that that an Samael tried to sneak out, but was caught IN DARIUS' CHAMBER? When he could have said he was going for a walk, or any other list of sensible excuses?" Mac shook his head, "That doesn't make any sense to me. And presuming that Samael is an Alpha Legionnaire, itself highly presumptuous, would he be stupid enough to break cover with an unencrypted communicae or vox message that Darius may have caught?"

Mac considered for a moment, "None of this makes sense if he was just trying to get his hands on the location of the artifact. The city's defenses are mostly destroyed, and this backwater doesn't have any significant orbital and anti-orbital defenses, so he could just relay the coordinates to an ally and they could have picked it up in the night and we would be none the wiser. And the Alpha Legion wouldn't sacrifice their finger into the Deathwatch so easily."

He rounded on the Inquisitor, "Is there anything else you are hiding? Something, perhaps, closer to home? Something that would make an Astartes mole break cover to retrieve?"

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Blood dripped off the knife. Darius' blood, each drip sounding like the footfall of a Titan in Fulrik's ears. He heard every word that the Inquisitor said. Processed it all. Drip.

Pounding reverberating. Drip.

A dead brother. Drip.

A missing honor brother. Drip.

...Alpha Legionairre...

The lies and deceit he had come to expect from the Inquisition was one thing, but she had gone too far. Unless she had pict recorded data of the Raptor, Samael, murdering Darius, Fulrik would not believe it. To make such accusations in the presence of the Wolf showed either remarkable stupidity or Hubris that bordered on the brink of insanity. She would learn a lesson this day.

Fulrik was a blur of motion, and in the time it took to blink spun on the Inquisitor and moved to slam her small body against the wall.

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Mac Immediately placed himself between the Wolf and the Ravenguard psyker.

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The Inquisitor braces for the impact, knowing that one of the hot-blooded and rash Space Wolves would do something this stupid. It wasn't the first time she had been attacked by someone whose blood was up and it wouldn't be the last.I must really be more careful with my words...

"Kal-vek! Bertram! Stay where you are!"

She struggles underneath the massive force of the Astartes, merely to gain leverage and be able to breathe. That way she can explain her reasoning.

"What....what makes you think...he didn't relay the information to his supposed allies, if there are any? Are you so thick to think that a struggle did not happen? Look at the door frame! The closest exit...to Samael's room is down this hallway. Use your eyes, not your anger. Oh, Eagle Knight, how smart you think you are...one more question. What makes you THINK the Alpha Legion has but 1 finger in the Deathwatch? We have no idea how many of the vile scum have infiltrated into it. Only through careful deduction...and breaking of encrypted messages for months...have we come to a conclusion on this particular Kill Team. These artifacts...obviously you know nothing of their importance. I ask you once again to use your head...CHAOS artifacts...would you like these to fall into the wrong hands? Do not presume...Do not presume to know things you have no idea about."

She struggles once again against the strength of Fulrik, gulping air between her statements.

"I had...hoped this Kill Team might be better than a bunch of rash, hot-headed initiates, but I fear...I fear I was wrong in this."

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Kal'vek seems relieved to be ordered not to interfere. Any action would have been likely to escalate the situation.

"If Samael is heading for the artifact, perhaps you should stay here and we can catch up. If he is an Alpha traitor his once friends have the right to terminate him. This would be a matter of Astartes pride. Outsiders,even Inquisitors, should not be involved."

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"You speak of using our heads," Fulrik says through gritted teeth, the spittle dripping down his chin like a rabid beast, "and yet you have the audacity to lay the greatest insult an Astartes can face at the feet of my honor-brother without a shred of evidence that is not circumstantial? You saw this happen, did you? You know beyond a doubt that my Brother is.. is... CHAOS FILTH?!" He grips her armored shoulders tighter, threatening to squeeze them out of shape under his massive gauntlets. His eyes are the volcanos of Fenris, his temper the Fenrisian core.

He lifts her up even higher, so that now she is looking down on him.

"You'd do well to know with whom you deal, Wytch," he uses the Fenrisian for "psyker," the barrier between High Gothic and his native tongue faltering with his rising choler. "I will not allow another insult such as that to pass."

He drops her and sheathes the blade at his waist, shouldering past the Salamander and gathering his gear.

Without speaking another word, he tears off after Sam's trail.

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She falls to the ground, and looks up to Kal-Vek after Fulrik's stampede out of the room. That one is going to get himself in trouble one day...I rather like him.

She stands and brushes off her armor. These Astartes and their pride...

"Kal-vek, I value...I value your insight, you know this. I will allow you 5 to deal with the situation before returning to me. I trust with...that brute's senses...that you will have no problem finding them. Deal with it. Crush them. Illuminate them as to the error of their ways."

"Report back here after your success."

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"Stay safe. If this Samael is Alpha filth, he knows our next actions better even then we ourselves". Kal'vek runs a quick mental inventory then heads after the Space Wolf. As he nears for once there is no need for words. His heart was breaking looking at events from the outside - the anguish of the other team was as blinding obvious as a close proximity super nova.

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"You clearly misunderstand me, Inquisitor. In fact, the holes in your hypothesis are growing. The door was clearly broken down, but if Darius overheard something he shouldn't have, or saw something he shouldn't have, he would have alerted us over the vox. Presuming that Samael did this, then he came in here with the explicit intent to murder Darius before Darius could wake us up, which would mean that Darius had to have been sleeping before the door was broken down, and taken completely by surprise."

Mac growls, "What makes you think that any moles they have in the Deathwatch are assets they would sacrifice. The evidence doesn't support Darius having caught Samael in the act, nor does the presence of a Chaos artifact justify Samael breaking cover if he has extraction handy. Why would they drop a valuable informant position for an artifact, no matter how powerful, when they can have both?"

He stopped for a moment, "Wait...you mean to tell me that you have been monitoring us for months, and used this mission to draw out a traitor in our ranks, AND YOU USED AN ACTUAL CHAOS ARTIFACT AS BAIT?"

Mac drew out his combat knife and held it the point under the Inquisitor's chin, "If this artifact is half as powerful as you hint at, then YOU have lead traitorous forces right to it in your botched attempt to root him out of the system. In your hubris you may as well have given the artifact to the enemies of man yourself!" He drew away.

[Last paragraph has been retconned out due to intervening posts during the writing of this post]

"We move. NOW."

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This was the reason for Kal'vek and Bertram not being mentioned to the kill team he thought, looking at the body. There was no need to investigate, the evidence plain enough. Watching the Inquisitor his hand went to his sword's hilt as the Space Wolf went on the attack, his orders to protect the Inquisitor coming to the fore. "Do not attempt to rationalize the actions of Traitors." His helm never left the Eagle Knight in front of him, but it was clear he was talking to everyone. "Especially those of the Alpha Legion, lest you fall into their clutches." Voice never rising above a whisper he watched the Space Wolf rush out. Nodding at the Inquisitor's orders he followed the others, making sure he was the last out.

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Mac pauses, then turns back around, "The mission parameters clearly state that you are to be brought back alive, Inquisitor. If whoever killed my battle brother did this to separate us from you, so that they could kill you at their leisure, then I will have failed. You are coming with us, so I can keep an eye on you."

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The Inquisitor walks forward, trailing behind the Eagle Knight.

"If that is your wish, then so be it. It also gives me a chance to keep an eye on all of you."

She sheathes her glowing green Force Sword.

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The team moves out of the Administratum, Fulrik leading the charge, rampant in his efforts to close the distance between themselves and Samael. His wolf senses go into overdrive in the search, finding the trail quickly and conveniently. Out the door behind him is Kal-vek, pondering to himself about the situation and remembering his Chapter's own problems with the Alpha Legion. Mich more calmly, he walks out into the morning light. Behind him, Bertram and Greeth come out quickly, a brisk trot to keep up with the Wolf and Salamander. Mac and the Inquisitor continue to converse as they take the rear position out of the building.

The hot sun lingers in the sky as the Astartes backtrack out of the inner city and past the deployment of Imperial Guard militia. Steig notices the somber nature of the party and only nods, realizing that something foul must have taken place. The guard remains fairly the same as last time, but has implemented all the changes that were observed by the Astartes to help bolster their defenses. The Astartes move out at a brisk pace, back into the outer city, stepping on the skulls of the dead orks as they walk. The smell of blood lingers in the open air, the bloodshed less glorious than before in the eyes of the reduced Kill Team.

The scent leads them out of the city and into the desert once again, an obvious path heading straight for the mine. It takes no time at all for the team to reach the outskirts of the mine.

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Fulrik doesn't slow or lessen his pace at all. His Soundstrike is mag-locked onto his ammo backpack and he has his bolt pistol in his right hand, kraken rounds chambered. Sam's blade is sheathed near his own on his left thigh and he moves with purpose to the edge of the mine, looking for a way down.

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Mac's hand-flamer is out and ready, scanning the area for threats and possible bits of cover, and a way to approach the mine minimizing possible overlapping lanes of enemy fire.

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Vocalizing low, "We can't use the general channel. If it is as the Inquisitor suggests, then Samael is still tuned to our squad vox. We will take advantage of that when the time arises, but right now it constrains us. Hand-signals and private-vox channels only."

He turns to Bertram and Kal'vek, "The same does not apply to you. I imagine that you and the Inquisitor are encrypted together."

Mac glowers at the Inquisitor, "What are our approaches? And this time, give all pertinent information. Do you have any secret tunnels sequestered down there? Because they'd be better served as a point of insertion than played exclusively for a retreat."

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Fulrik hardly listens to the squad leaders info regarding the Vox. He wasn't planning on using it anyways - hand signals it would be and he had one in mind currently that he wanted to give to everyone. The initial shock of it all had stirred his pride and honor - Darius had to be avenged and his honor brother had to be found and accounted for. The Inquisitor, however, had taken both pride and honor and turned them into rage. She had turned and search into a hunt with so many words.

Traitor, Chaos, Alpha.

It was preposterous. He would find Sam, reclaim his name and the Inquisitor had better have a damn good head start. Rank and position would not save her from the stain on his Brother Raptor's - and his by relation - honor.

He looked for the nearest approach down and made for it, following the scent trail and the sounds his ears heard below at a brisk pace. He would not wait for the others, especially the Inquisitor, to tell him how to get down the hole; he also wouldn't give away his position in his haste. He moved with purpose, lips curled in a snarl with his ears and nose leading the way.

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At a low whisper, the Inquisitor spoke.

"The main shaft before you leads down for thousands of meters into the depths of the planet. At each interval of approximately 100 meters, there is a platform full of equipment, tools, machinery and the like. At approximately every 150 meters there are caverns that lead to either the left or the right, horizontally into the depths of the mine. Reports suggest that at about 450 meters down, the solid reinforced stone door was discovered. The miners opened the door after many days of excavation, and felt the power of the artifacts within. As you may assess, they ran forth from it, afraid for their lives. Apparently, the artifacts can cause quite a scare. Shouldn't trouble you Astartes, I would hope."

She makes for the path down, waiting for reports from Bertram and Kal-Vek. However, it appeared the Space Wolf had found the scent.

"I would assume that clanking noise we are hearing just might be the enemy making headway into the cavern that lays behind the stone door. I shouldn't have to say, but keep yourselves quiet. They know we are coming, but they don't know when. As far as other tunnels that lead in or out, I wouldn't know. I didn't have ample time to investigate the mine as of yet."

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"Inquisitor, Greeth, with me. Bertram, Kal'vek, after the Wolf. We'll see if we can use the tunnels to pincer them."

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Kal'vek continues his mad dash after the Space Wolf. Salamanders are known for their cooler heads; he might be able to keep things from making an ugly turn.

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Clank, clank, clank.

Pistons moan, steam flashes off of large metallic monsters, and the sun flashes high in the sky. Sandy wind kicks up into the helmets of the brother arrayed before the mine, but nothing that would bother their sensors for the time being. The pit was enormous, reaching many miles down into the core of the planet. The tithes to the Imperium that came from Octavian were vast, and many mines like this one littered the planet, puncturing down into the core.

Clank, clank, clank.

Fulrik, heated though he was, made sure to stealthily approach the ringed entrance down the mine, Kal'vek hurrying behind him, wishing to calm the wolf down. Bertram went next, following his battle brother as quietly as possible, but knowing that in the enormity that was Power Armor, it would prove difficult. The Inquisitor followed her entourage closely, not waiting on the Eagle Knight to go first, knowing that he wasn't in the best shape to be at the fore of the fighting, should it come to it. Her agile body makes light footsteps on the sand around them, kicking it up into the air but making no sound that can be heard over the clanking below or the machinery running above. Greeth follows her, keeping tabs, his chainsword silent amidst the cacophony of sound around them all. Mac takes up the rear of the group, an efficient place to give out his directives. Fear was not a potent force in a Space Marine, but neither was stupidity. Mac knew that a close quarters fight would not end well for him and thus he held his flamer at the ready.

Clank, clank, clank.

The entourage makes their way down, past the first landing, which sits idle and bare in the light of day. The clanking metal machines provide the only symphony of noise on the first tier, and no enemy signs can be detected on the vast platform other than the tracks that lead down the massive circular path. Caverns push inward around the walls, their minerals jutting forth from solid rock embankments. The tunnels lead further horizontally and out of sight, even for the massively superior senses of an Astartes warrior. The team had reached a depth of 150 meters, the first set of caverns.

They pass the second platform, 200 meters down, and then the next set of caverns implanted into the walls of the massive mine. 300 meters. Darker and darker it becomes, Astartes senses kicking in amidst the glow of lamps left on from the previous day, their fuel canisters somehow still producing.

The Astartes turn down the path, coming upon the next platform that sits 400 meters down into the darkness of the mine shaft. Machines litter this massive platform, along with barrels of promethium and who knows what else. As the group inspects the platform for any new signs, Bertram looks over the side and down to where the stone door is supposed to be. He quickly pulls back up and ciphers to the group.

"Hold position...we've got company up ahead."

Clank, clank, clank.

Fulrik moves towards Bertram, eager to see with his own eyes, sniffing the air quietly, with a snarl forming on his mouth. The others move over to the edge, using the cover provided from the machines. As the party strains their eyes to see what Bertram saw, it all comes to light.

In his Mk. 6 Corvus Power Armor, heavy bolter in hand and pointed in your direction, stands Samael. Two stand on each side of him, their bolters drawn and ready, while two others work at the stone door, shielded by the indention in the cavern wall. The blue of their armor. The green scaly patterns. The horns protruding from their helmets.

Alpha Legion.

From the platform, and despite the sound, a voice emerges, a voice that many of you have heard before. A voice that you can feel writhe up your spine with a twisted, sneering nature.

"What took you guys so long?"

Clank....clank....clank....

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Fulrik can hardly take in what he is seeing. It made no sense. Sam was no traitor, he had fought in dozens of battles with Fulrik, bringing destruction to the enemies of the All-Father. They had shared drink, food, and stories of glory and pain. Sam had saved Fulrik's life - hence their status as honor brothers. In fact, among the myriad of tattoos covering Fulrik, the Raptors heraldry was intermixed - a testament to the honor bond forged between them.

Witchcraft and sorcery has clouded Sam's mind.

"Sammy," Fulrik screamed over the clanking of machinery and toil. "Sam, what is the meaning of this? What have they done to you, brother?" In a millisecond, the more astute of the group can hear the burly Long Fang's voice waver - as though some part of him believed Sam to be a traitor, and the despair it created inside of him was almost too much to bear.

He keeps his Bolt pistol leveled at the head of the Legionnaire to the right of his Brother while he talks. Regardless of what they had done to Sam, the traitors were not leaving this rock alive.

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Over the vox, everyone hears a low growl, like a jaguar ready to pounce, "Brothers, form up. I want them alive."

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Kal'vek forms up, Bolter aimed squarely at Samael. The heavy bolter he carries had proven its efficacy in countless battles on myriad worlds and Kal'vek did not want to see what it could do to the Marines arrayed against him. His aim makes it clear, he's shooting to kill. To Mac he growls, "My bolter didn't come with a stun setting".

Nikello
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"Shoot their limbs and power-packs, Salamander," a smile seemed to creep into the snarl, "Its the best strategy for returning with captives."

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Bertram slid in front of the Inquisitor, blocking the enemies' line of site, hand going to the hilt of his sword. "You assume he is even who you think he is." He whispered over the vox at the Wolf's outburst. Clicking to the secure link between him and the Inquisitor he turned his gaze to the sounds coming from the indentation. "Let them deal with the three up there." He shared Kal'vek's need to kill the traitors, they had dealt his legion a brutal blow during the Heresy as well, but he couldn't allow this distraction to interfere with the mission.

Bertram
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Round 1

Into the Depths of Octavian

"It is not a question of what has happened to me...brother, but rather what has happened to you all. You have let yourselves be guided and deceived by the "Emperor" for far too long. That thing on the Golden Throne is dead. No longer should the Astartes follow the lead of a dead Emperor, but rather the true gods of the galaxy. Chaos Undivided. I fear you will not understand my space wolf friend, but it has to be this way..."

And with that Samael lets loose with his heavy bolter, slamming his hand on the firing rune and bringing a rain of bolter rounds towards the landing platform. The rapidity of the attack does not give much time to run for cover, but the bullets seem to stray and miss their mark, pinging into the metallic surfaces surrounding the Astartes warriors. Fulrik remains stalwart, looking in the direction of the fire, unflinching in the wake of the heavy bolter fire. His eyes remain focused on Sam for a brief second, before he turns his gaze to the Alpha Legionnaire to the right of Samael. Kal'vek also remains standing, unmoved by the fire and bringing his bolter upwards to aim at Samael. He was no longer their brother.

Mac quickly takes the intiative, commanding the others into a defensive pattern, a strongpoint that would inflict death and destruction on their enemies. His natural command abilities come to the fore as he knows that this will be best in order to help his team achieve victory.

A slight stirring in the air forms around the Inquisitor, as she closes her eyes behind Bertram. She reaches deep into the warp and all those around her feel the taint of it come to the surface. A stinging, itchy feeling that smells of iron and blood, fizzling through the air. As soon as it happens, it is gone, and the Inquisitor opens her eyes, breathing deeply. The power would not come yet.

The Alpha Legionnaire to the left of Samael sends a foray of bolter rounds straight at Kal'vek, hoping to take him by surprise due to his focus on Samael. It works to some degree, the bolt rounds punching into the Salamander's armor and slapping twice into his left leg at the exact same spot. Blood ebbs down the Astartes' leg for a quick moment, before coagulating and clotting immediately. The Salamander acts as though nothing has happened to him, unfazed in the face of the attack.

Fulrik tenses, anger coming to the surface, as he lets loose with his bolt pistol, an excellent burst of shots that find their way sailing towards the head of the right-side Legionnaire. The enemy must have seen something in the Wolf's body language, for he dodges completely out of the way, the bolt rounds missing his head by inches.

Kal'vek would not miss. He holds his bolter steady and pushes the firing rune, a spray of lead death assailing out the muzzle and towards Samael. Samael, having just finished his suppressing fire assault, looks up just in time to see three bolter rounds connect, smashing into his armor and piercing deep. The attack is enough to put him down to one knee, blood gushing forth from the traitorous marine's wounds.

"Get to cover" Bertram voxed to the Inquisitor, moving for a better angle on the two traitor marines at the door. He tried to keep as much cover between him and the three above them, not wanting to taste the kiss of a heavy bolter. Pulling Ophne out he channeled his hatred into it, the sword glowing brighter than before, though still muted as the light was absorbed as soon as it was released. A beam of sickly black lightning shot forth, seeking the twisted soul of the closest traitor. The bolt slammed into the closer Legionnaire at the door, dealing him a staggering blow and pushing him into the door and down to his knees. The other Legionnaire had noticed the warp disturbance just in time. He flings his body away from the blast, negating all of its' effects, and he moves back into position at the door, working to get in.

Greeth stood motionless and was one of the last to fight back, the anticipation of shedding traitor blood rimmed the edges of his vision in a red hue. But he couldn't give in to the rage that threatened to consume him, he had to do the worst thing to them he could think of. Samael was unloading a rash torrent with his heavy bolter, his shots were poor but they made Greeth double think his actions. He dove for the nearest cover.

The Legionnaire recovers his footing from the effort of dodging the precise attack from Fulrik and holds down the firing rune of his Legion Bolter, popping off shots towards the Space Wolf. The dodging movement must have thrown off his attack though, as the shots go wide and high.

Samael 16; Heavy Bolter [95/125 Bolt][119/125 Metal Storm]; has taken 17 wounds
Mac 15; taking up a Strongpoint position; has taken 4 critical damage [squad mode]
Inquisitor Alaunus 15; behind Bertram with her Force Sword drawn
Alpha B 14; Legion Bolter [21/24]
Fulrik 13; Bolt Pistol [3/14 Kraken]; has taken 5 wounds [squad mode]
Kal'vek 12; Bolter [25/28]; has taken 3 wounds [2/3 FPs remaining] [squad mode]
Bertram 8; moved closer to the door to get line of sight; Force Sword drawn [squad mode]
Greeth 7; in cover; no longer pinned; has taken 4 wounds [squad mode]
Alpha A 6; Legion Bolter [21/24]
Alpha C N/A; has taken 2 critical energy damage; Fatigued (1)
Alpha D N/A; has taken 6 wounds

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Round 2

Into the Depths of Octavian

Samael grimaced as the bolter rounds struck his body in various places. As it must be...he thinks to himself upon returning to his feet in a flash of Astartes movement. He hefts the heavy bolter solidly towards the Salamander, knowing that at this range and with his speed, the enemy would have no time to dodge the spray of fire. He presses the firing rune down and sends forth six solid shells that litter the area in front of him. The sound is deafening once again in the confines of the mine, the blasts reverberating noise for all to hear.

Kal'Vek locks eyes as the traitor lines up his Heavy Bolter. On some level, he can't believe that Fulrik could be so wrong. If Samael is a traitor, he would be given his chance to prove it. As bolter shells exploded toward him, Kal'vek stood unflinching. The first shell exploded into his left leg, followed by another. The blow sends Kal'Vek staggering back and he falls over, unconscious. Samael's burst continues through the space that Kal'vek occupied moments before. The tightly clustered shots would have destroyed a Carnifex or a Terminator - the only reason Kal'vek hasn't been reduced to a fine mist is that the power of the bolter shells knocked him away from the arcing lead.

Kal'vek, like many Salamanderse before him, has given the traitors a chance to prove their intent. His last thought as he falls unconscious is grim satisfaction that he has wiped any last lingering doubts from the minds of his companions.

As the Salamander's great mass falls heavily towards the ground, Mac knows his next course of action immediately. Mac takes a knee and starts praying, a grim invocation to some figure from his Chapter's lore, "Tonalli Tlacuiloh, Scribe of Days, right hand of our glorious Lord, whose eyes we bear to the dark places of the world so that all evil will be exposed and punished, see now through us the depredations of the enemy and bear witness to their obscenity." His voice is a drone, like he's entered some kind of trance, "You, who have the ear of the Most High, carry to Him word of our conflict, his loyal slaves, that He might spare us the briefest of attentions and tip the scales in our favor, that we may perform our sworn duty to Him, punish those who have trespassed against Him, and glorify Him by the sacrifice of their blood." The Eagle Knight knew his words would reach the Emperor, because the Emperor Protects.

The Alpha Legionnaire continued his assault from beside Samael, pumping more rounds from his Legion Bolter. The rounds screamed through the air towards Fulrik.

Fulrik begins to charge toward his enemy, furious that Kal'vek fired on Samael. If Sam was indeed a traitor... and everything seemed to point to that... Fulrik was honor bound to destroy him personally. He made to scream into his gorget mounted vox when the scream of Sam's heavy bolter split the air around him. He looked back in time to see the Salamander stagger under the onslaught, his armor buckling and bending as the enormous rounds made contact and secondary explosions rippled over him.

The Space Wolf is stuck in time. Solid. Bolted to the ground looking in the direction of the fallen Salamander. Any other weapon would have gone unnoticed by him due to his surprise and bewilderment. But not a bolter. The rounds slam into him quickly, pushing him off blance and smacking through the armor, drawing blood from behind the ceramite.

A flame ignites inside of Fulrik, a warmth that envelopes him. He knows he has suffered wounds, but he also knows the Emperor is watching over him. "Sam, you fething bastard!" Fulrik screamed at a low roar, frother literally flying from a rabid mouth as he sprinted down the ramp toward the nearest cover, dropping Sam's knife to the ground and pulling a Krak grenade with his left hand. His target loomed ahead of him, hefting the Heavy Bolter as he had so many times before against the forces of man; but now, his targets were the Sons of the All Father himself. Sam had to be put down. Rage lit up the Space Wolf's features - his face a canvas of hatred and furious anger. He leaned back and hefted the krak grenade at his former brother, not taking notice at all to the Warp powered extra vigour he felt in his body.

A solid throw puts the grenade right in front of Samael's face, detonating and piercing through his helmet. The shards from the blast punch through his helmet and he staggers backward, nearly falling over before catching himself. He brings his hand up to his eyes and moves about as if blinded by the attack.

Bertram watched dispassionately as the lightning struck true, staggering the one Alpha marine and just licking the other. As much as he hated them he had to give them some credit, they were tenacious, not letting the attack draw them from their work. He felt the power of the warp flow from the Inquisitor as she sought to give them an edge. As the energies swept past him he saw Kal'vek's rune go from green to an unhealthy deep amber in response to the heavy bolter's report. Bertram drew on the warp again, his anger drowning out whatever aid the Inquisitor was trying to provide. Shifting his aim to the marine still standing he let forth another, the slight crackle of energy from his sword reverberating, adding to the echoing noise of the battle.

The injured Alpha Legionnaire pushes himself up to begin another assault on the door, but as he does, he feels the tightness in the air as another warp-drawn lightning bolt pierces through his leg. He screams out in pain as his entire foot is burned off by the attack. Blood gushes forth from the terrible wound. The blast of lightning kicks up and strikes into the other Legionnaire at the door, he staggers and catches himself on the door, but shakes off the wounds and continues his work. The door moves forward a bit under pressure from him, a glowing light coming forth from inside.

Greeth could not contain his anger. He had hid while everyone else, even the duplicitous inquisitor stood firm. He had to redeem himself, had to set himself above the others. He hoisted his chainsword in his right arm and ran forward, bellowing curses and taunts towards the nefarious alpha legionnaires.

The other Legionnaire near Sam notices the charging Greeth and lines him up in his sights. The movement would do no good for Greeth this time as the enemy steadies his arm and fires a flurry of bolt rounds into Greeth. They puncture through the ceramite of his legs and body, pushing him slightly off-balance for a moment. He brushes the damage off and continues his run towards the traitors.

Samael 16; Heavy Bolter [95/125 Bolt][119/125 Metal Storm]; has taken 2 critical explosive damage
Mac 15; taking up a Strongpoint position and is currently in prayer to the Emperor; has taken 4 critical damage [squad mode]
Inquisitor Alaunus 15; behind Bertram with her Force Sword drawn
Alpha B 14; Legion Bolter [18/24]
Fulrik 13; Bolt Pistol [3/14 Kraken]; has taken 15 wounds [7/22] [squad mode]
Kal'vek 12; Bolter [25/28]; unconscious [0/20][2/3 FPs remaining] [squad mode]
Bertram 8; Force Sword drawn [squad mode]
Greeth 7; running towards the enemy; has taken 13 wounds [10/23] [squad mode]
Alpha A 6; Legion Bolter [18/24]
Alpha C N/A; has taken 6 critical damage; Fatigued (3)
Alpha D N/A; has taken 14 wounds

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Round 3

Into the Depths of Octavian

Samael, blinded by the blast of the krak grenade, backs up, trying to make his way for the door of the cavern, senseless, but still fairly certain of where he ought to be heading. It wouldn't matter. The dusty, sand-filled cavern wasn't particularly dangerous to anyone who had their senses about them, but Samael was not in that condition. A few assortment of larger rocks trip him up and he lands squarely on his back, approximately 7 meters from the door that has been opened by the Chaos Space Marines. He shakes his head from side to side, trying to regain his composure, and failing to do so for the time being.

Mac rises to his feet, holding his hand-flamer in his good hand. Loud enough for all to hear, he proclaims, "We offer these degenerates to you, Lord of all Heaven, in sacrifice. We shall bring them low. We shall trample them into the dust and scatter their ashes to the barren places where corn will not grow. For your greater glory, we serve." His voice has become a roar, his amplifiers to full, "We shall cut the strings of their legs, in your name. We shall tear the helmets from their heads and leave their scalps bare, in your name. We shall break their fingers and expose their loins, in your name. We shall tear out the fruit of their breasts for the great fire, in your name."

His booming oratory has evolved into full-blown fanatical fervor, and he seems to quiver as he bellows out, "All the heavens and hells shall see the humiliation of your enemies laid bare as we bring them to their knees and bind them! They will be rendered to nothing, and all the cosmos shall watch as we sup the stew of their seed from the bowls of their skulls! In Your Name!"

The wind picks up in the cavern after the oration from the Eagle Knight, a small storm kicking up the sand and swirling it about within the confines of the mine shaft. The loyal marines about feel a warmth swell within their chests as the light of the God Emperor shines through them. The pious nature of the Eagle Knight would prove useful amidst these heretics. The Emperor Protects.

Inquisitor Alaunus rushes towards Kal'vek, certain that she can help in some way by opening up the power of the Warp. Within seconds, she chants a few solid words into the swirling storm about them all, whispering a mantra that she always said before asking for the power from beyond. The wounds on Kal'vek's body begin to seal, the blood ebbing and coagulating faster as the psyker went to work on her patient. Despite the help, Kal' vek remains unconscious from the heavy bolter attack. His mind shut off from the outside world, he swims within the blackness of near-death, floating in the middle between this life and the next.

The Alpha Legionnaire standing to Samael's left fires a series of bolter shots towards the charging Greeth, but misses wildly in the face of the onrushing marine. One round scrapes at Greeth's arm, but only manages to further mar his already battle-worn armor.

Fulrik watches Sam stumble backward, the devastating wound to his face having taken its toll. He drops his pistol to the ground; both of his hands now free. He pulls the Fyrie Wyrm off of its place, mag-locked to the missile ammo-pack on his back and takes aim at the Alpha Legionnaire who fired on Greeth. "Burn in a traitor's Hell!" With a word, the mechanical arm loads a Krak missile into the tube and he takes aim and fires, the missile flying out of the tube at rapid speeds. The Krak would focus all of its destructive power into one singular target... Samael would have to pay for his sins the old-fashioned way - the Fenrisian way.

The missile connects with the body of the slower Alpha Legionnaire, the blast kicking up on his rib cage and knocking him back a few strides before he catches himself and stands upright once more. He shakes off the ill-effects, only to see the incoming Flesh Tearer, arching through the air towards him, the chainsword revving creating an echo throughout the shaft.

Bertram's eyes narrowed at the uncanny ability of the Traitor to dodge, avoiding the fate of his companion. Still, even a caress of his power was damaging, and the Alpha's luck couldn't hold out forever. Uttering an oath of vengeance he let forth another bolt of warp energy.

The bolts of crackling warp energy swing through the air and connect solidly, right before the Alpha Legionnaire steps inside the door at the end of the alcove. It rips through both of their armor and sunders their flesh underneath, encasing them both in a fireball of death. Their lifeless corpses fall to the ground, devoid of their heretical souls.

Greeth flies through the air on contrails of fire. With chainsword drawn, he hits the legionnaire blocking his path to the door with the force of a full speed rhino. The smell of blood threatens to overwhelm his resistance and unleash the rage, but he stays firm. However, the legionnaire must have known exactly what the Flesh Tearer intended, for he dodges lithely out of the way of the oncoming attack, the chainsword misses his head by mere inches. He counters by dropping his bolter and fishing out his own chain weapon, a dagger. He swings solidly towards the Astartes, but the chain edge slips off the side of Greeth's arm, inflicting no damage to the Emperor's Champion.

Samael 16; Heavy Bolter [95/125 Bolt][119/125 Metal Storm]; has taken 2 critical explosive damage
Mac 15; taking up a Strongpoint position and is currently in prayer to the Emperor; has taken 4 critical damage [squad mode]
Inquisitor Alaunus 15; next to Kal'vek with her Force Sword drawn
Alpha B 14; Legion Bolter [15/24]
Fulrik 13; Soundstrike [7/8 Krak]; Bolt Pistol [3/14 Kraken]; has taken 15 wounds [7/22] [solo mode]
Kal'vek 12; Bolter [25/28]; unconscious [0/20][2/2 FPs remaining; 1 burned] [squad mode]
Bertram 8; Force Sword drawn [squad mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Alpha A; has taken 13 wounds [10/23] [squad mode]
Alpha A 6; in melee with Greeth; Chaindagger out; has taken 15 wounds
Alpha C N/A; has taken 6 critical damage; Fatigued (3)
Alpha D N/A; has taken 14 wounds

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Round 4

Into the Depths of Octavian

Samael scrambles to his feet, aware that the longer he remains on the ground prone, the larger his odds of failure rise. He moves with purpose towards the door, or as far as his legs will take him due to his condition. Blood drips out from the ceramite plating before quickly coagulating and stemming up. He grimaces under the pain of merely walking, unsure of the success of his mission.

The Eagle Knight holsters his hand-flamer and draws his chainsword.

With a feral snarl, Mac spits out from the vox."When Teyollotl did bring battle to Omexayactli during the Great Breaking, and sundered him into serpents, the bones did scatter and then replace themselves. We follow the example set by his brother, Yoalli Cuanmiztli," his voice roars again, damaging his external speakers,"And grind the bones into the dust!"

Mac launches himself at the nearest Legionnaire, who just so happens to be locked in combat with his Kill Team brother, throwing the weight of his body into the blow from his chainsword in an attempt to sever the connection between the power pack and the armor. A precise hit. The chainsword cleaves into the weak point of the armor, tearing into Astartes muscle and hitting bone.

A stale taste comes to the mouths of all those present, an acidic and coppery twist that twinges the nerves as the hair stands up on the back of the Kill Team members' necks. The air in the room grows thick around the Inquisitor as she stands from the body of Kal'vek, a fury in her eyes that tears at veins inside and sends drops of blood down her nostrils. "You will pay for your transgressions, traitors." She brings her Force Sword up, glowing green in the hazy air, bleeding out all the other light in the room for an instant. All the darkness rushes into her blade before she unleashes it outwards into the cavern.

Twelve lightning bolts sail through the air as if a miniature storm were just created in the midst of combat. They scramble for purchase and smack into the helmet of the closest Alpha Legionnaire. The ceramite plating is torn asunder from the helmet of the Astartes, as a cry of pain leaps out from the crude vox transmitter within. His ear is cleaved off by the superheated attack and a rush of blood flows down the right side of his head, gushing out all over his armor. The rest of the armor glows red, nearly cooking its' occupant alive.

Alaunus staggers a bit before falling to one knee, a rush of blood to her head putting her down and out for the current time. But her work was done.

The Legionnaire staggers and tries to shoot off a few rounds of his bolter into the melee before him, confused and blinded by the pain in his head. It was all the opening Fulrik needed. The Space Wolf stands tall, his trusted Fyrie Wyrm sitting atop his shoulder. The Krak Missile flies forth from the end of the monstrous weapon, kicking up the air around it in a flurry of dust and sand. It connects solidly with the body of the grievously injured Legionnaire, punching into the ceramite plating and melting it away. Pieces of meat and flesh fly forth from the hole made by the missile, covering the walls and floor of the mine shaft in a brilliant display of gore. Blood dribbles down the chin of the Legionnaire as he grunts, before falling to the dust, devoid of life.

Two less traitors to dull the Emperor's Light, two more Drop Site Massacre victims avenged. Samael's movements drew Bertram's attention from the corpses. Leaping forward, he gunned his jetpack, intent on stopping the other marine from getting through the door. With a flash of movement that can't be seen by any but an Astartes, Bertram is upon Sam. He knocks into Sam with his shoulder, pushing him forward and knocking him to the ground just in front of the door.

Greeth saw his opening. He snarls under his helm, the low rumbling filling the ears of all those present. "Suffer my wrath!" he yells as he makes a massive overhead chop with his chainsword. Its an easily dodgable blow, but then again it is supposed to be. As he completes the downward arc, he reverses his grip and thrusts the chainsword forward low. The chainsword strikes into his body, a torrent of blood spilling out from the deep cuts and drenching the ground below.

The Legionnaire goes crazy and lashes out with a wrathful assault against his new aggressor. As the blade comes into contact with the holy power armor of the Eagle Knight, a glowing aura extends out from Mac in an explosion of power, gripping the blade and shattering it into thousands of pieces. It was as if the Emperor had clutched the blade himself and caused the nearly unbreakable blade to shatter under his immense power. The Emperor Protects.

Samael 16; Heavy Bolter [95/125 Bolt][119/125 Metal Storm]; has taken 2 critical explosive damage
Mac 15; in melee with Alpha A; has taken 4 critical damage [squad mode]
Inquisitor Alaunus 15; next to Kal'vek with her Force Sword drawn and kneeling on the ground
Alpha B 14; Legion Bolter [15/24]
Fulrik 13; Soundstrike [6/8 Krak]; Bolt Pistol [3/14 Kraken]; has taken 15 wounds [7/22] [solo mode]
Kal'vek 12; Bolter [25/28]; unconscious [0/20][2/2 FPs remaining; 1 burned] [squad mode]
Bertram 8; standing over Samael [squad mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Alpha A; has taken 13 wounds [10/23] [squad mode]
Alpha A 6; in melee with Greeth; Chaindagger out; has taken 4 critical damage; fatigued (5)
Alpha C N/A; has taken 6 critical damage; Fatigued (3)
Alpha D N/A; has taken 14 wounds

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