"As you wish, although I could also flood the hallway with lightning, should you choose that route instead."
Aurilous kept steady aim down the corridor. If anything came that wasn’t an imperial citizen, he was more than ready to blast it back into the abyss.
Knowing how difficult it would be to be disturbed once he immersed himself into the data of the plasma engine, Feliks chooses to prepare with his Brothers to meet the oncoming threat.
Bringing the missile launcher to the ready, Feliks also checks that his bolter is easily accessible and steps up just behind the others.
Scipio switches to comms <Beneath the grating!> After a half a heartbeat he wrenches up the floor grating to allow his Brothers to properly see and kill the skulking assailant.
With a glance around at the machines in the room, Feliks answers over the vox, <<Brothers, try to avoid using explosives. I do not know where all of the components of this plasma engine are located.>>
With that, he readies his bolter and rips up a section of the floor grating with his mechanical arm.
As brother Scipio pulled up the floor grating, Aurilous trained his bolter down at the ground, ready to shoot any dangers lurking beneath them.
"If we should avoid explosions, then should we not use bolters, as do they not explode with the righteous fury of the Emperor?"
"I hate to disagree Brother-Librarian, but bolters are explosive, just smaller explosives than the rest of the weapons I currently carry." Brother Afan moves up, blade in hand, ready to attack any enemy might get close to his brothers-in-arms.
<<It is the large blast area explosive I am concerned with Brother Nemiel. There is risk with any of our projectiles, but we must balance between necessity and acceptable risk.>>
"Tyranid Ichor. Given we're not being swarmed I would expect a Genestealer or Lictor probing our perimeter. No guarantee about that though." Scipio grips his boltgun in one hand and draws his chainsword with the other.
The character fires a roaring burst of fully automatic gunfire at
his enemies. The attacker must be wielding a ranged weapon
capable of fully automatic fire to take this action.
The attacker makes a Ballistic Skill Test with a +20 bonus.
A dice result of 94–100 indicates the weapon has Jammed
(see page 15). If he succeeds, the attack scores a hit normally.
Furthermore, each degree of success scores an extra hit. The
number of extra hits scored in this manner cannot exceed the
weapon’s fully automatic Rate of Fire. Extra hits can either be
allocated to the original target or any other targets within two
metres, provided none of the new targets would have been
harder to hit than the original target
The genestealers came out, directly at the feet of the astartes. Aurilous already had his bolter pointed at the floor, and just as they reached their claws up to climb out he unloaded his bolter into them. At such a close range it would be hard to miss...though missing would be catastrophic. Still...these were genestealers. Against such xenos, it was standard practice to send veterans in terminator armor to deal with them. And even then it often wasn't enough. To let them close into melee range would be just as fatal to the mission as hitting the plasma chamber.
He grimly fired three shots, one after another, into the xenos filth.
[dice=Hit with Point Blank and Full Auto]1d100
The character fires a roaring burst of fully automatic gunfire at
his enemies. The attacker must be wielding a ranged weapon
capable of fully automatic fire to take this action.
The attacker makes a Ballistic Skill Test with a +20 bonus.
A dice result of 94–100 indicates the weapon has Jammed
(see page 15). If he succeeds, the attack scores a hit normally.
Furthermore, each degree of success scores an extra hit. The
number of extra hits scored in this manner cannot exceed the
weapon’s fully automatic Rate of Fire. Extra hits can either be
allocated to the original target or any other targets within two
metres, provided none of the new targets would have been
harder to hit than the original target[dice=Hit 1]1d10+12
[dice=Tearing]1d10+12[dice=Hit 2]1d10+12
[dice=Tearing]1d10+12[dice=Hit 3]1d10+12
[dice=Tearing]1d10+12The genestealers came out, directly at the feet of the astartes. Aurilous already had his bolter pointed at the floor, and just as they reached their claws up to climb out he unloaded his bolter into them. At such a close range it would be hard to miss...though missing would be catastrophic. Still...these were genestealers. Against such xenos, it was standard practice to send veterans in terminator armor to deal with them. And even then it often wasn't enough. To let them close into melee range would be just as fatal to the mission as hitting the plasma chamber.
He grimly fired three shots, one after another, into the xenos filth.
Afan surges forward, blade singing through the air as he closes in on the tyranids.
Nope...
Not willing to risk the entire Kill Team and the mission with his flamer Brother Scipio pushes forward with Brother Afran to strike down the xenos.
Feliks turns swiftly but calmly, bringing his bolter to bear on the xenos filth. Rage at the profane creatures floods through him but rather than making his movments erratic, they sharpen his concentration to a monofilament edge. Feliks squeezes the trigger and sends three rounds into the foe.
Nemiel sheathes his bolter as his powersword begins humming quietly, almost like a prayer as Nemiel begins stalking towards the genestealer.
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Aurilos and Feliks shred two of the three genestealers, ichor flowing freely. Scipio and Afan miss their attacks, while Nemiel joins the fun in melee range.
The remaining genestealer, unlike most foes, does not flee the awesome wrath of five Astartes revealed but rather it presses on and attacks Afan.
Afan attempts to block the creatures blow, but the momentum of his attempted strike places his blade out of position to catch the claw. Foul xeno talons skitter against the Astarte's chest plate.
Scipio lines up his attack carefully hoping to fell or distract the foul xenos.
Hit
With his chainsword attachment, all Aurilous had to do was thumb the activation rune for his weapon to come to life. Flanking the genestealer, he thrust with the Weapon, the whirling teeth of the blade promising a painful end.
Nemiel swings his blade, and as it arcs across, it's runes glow with holy light.
Afan attempts again to cut down his chitiness foe.
And fails yet again to connect.
<Let's cover Techmarine Afan and stay alert for more of the Tyranid scum.> Scipio watches over the new hole in the floor.
Aurilous' chainsword slowed to a halt. "Affirmative." He intoned, as he took up a position to watch over one of the other entrances.
Moving swiftly, no more time to examine the engine, Feliks prepares the explosive package, <<Brother Afan, if you would assist me, please, we might finish this task more swiftly.>>