Solar will fall back into cover, gesturing for the others to do the same. As he does so he will shout
"Stand down in the name of the Emperor's Angels of the Deathwatch! Magos, if you are there we have come to retrieve you from this doomed planet."
Lanius heads into the shadows and follows Raziel, dropping out of his squad spacing to provide cover from above.
As he was climbing and closing on the next level, Raziel recalled something. "I still have the talisman to ward against the servitors. If they are on the ground level, the rest of the squad might have difficulty with them." He used his Vox to communicate with the rest of the squad. "Have you encountered Servitors?" he asked over their communication devices. Raziel hoped his rash impatience had not put his battle brothers in harm's way.
Solar responds via vox
"Indeed we do brother. They seem in poor repair. I'm not sure if they're hostile yet, but they are not built for battle"
From the massed pile of Tyranid bodies arises another Servitor. This one appears to be armed similar to the first, with drills, servo-claws, grinders, and saw blades. As it approaches, the machine joins the other servitor's mantra,"Defense protocols activated'.
"Stand down in the name of the Emperor's Angels of the Deathwatch! Magos, if you are there we have come to retrieve you from this doomed planet."
The living machines are unmoved by the Astartes commands. They continue advancing with their improvised weapons.
Raziel responded over the Vox. "I shall be with you quickly," he said.
The keen analytical skills of the Astartes and the advanced sensor arrays of their power armor has picked up on the internal respirator and neural clusters.
Raziel leapt for the entrance, trusting his agility and reflexes to guide him.
The keen analytical skills of the Astartes and the advanced sensor arrays of their power armor has picked up on the internal respirator and neural clusters.
Solar will aim at the neural clusters as he speaks both into his external speakers and wide spectrum array vox.
"Magos if you are there, get your toys to stand down before we have to break them! This is not the emperor's work!"
Hearing the squad's plight over the vox, Lanius activates his jump-pack and eases himself down carefully, using the pack's extended flight mode briefly, if necessary.
"Servitors, stand down. We shall present our identification key." he said, remembering the talisman Raziel had received. "Stand and prepare to identify."
He hoped that would get him enough time for Raziel; he readies his chainsword in case.
Switching to vox only Solar responds
"I fear the magos may be cowering nearby and could be injured by our fire. Let us try to avoid a conflict that may draw more of the enemy"
Solar's booming vox echoes throughout the bay, however the commands of the Deathwatch Marines have no effect upon the broken machines. Now once again within charge range the machines continue their advance. Defense protocols activated! Defense protocols activated!
Raziel missed his jump and felt the weight of his armor pulling him down. He quickly attempted to land safely using his jump pack.
Solar falls back out of assault range and attempts to flank the servitors, keeping an eye out for any movement beyond that may be the magos.
"Brother N'Keln, Brother Lanius. If they continue to press forward, perhaps you can both take them out as quietly and cautiously as possible."
The Blood Angel's pack fires righting him from the free fall in complete darkness. Rising through the black, you land upon the opening to the level of your brothers.
From what you can tell, nothing else remains amongst the living in the bay
Raziel ran as fast as he could towards where his fellow Astartes were. They would need the talisman to avoid an unnecessary combat.
The servitors continue their lumbering advance. Their whine of their armaments and the steady clod of the metallic limbs resounds of the industrial walls.
Solar will back off in the direction of Lanius
Lanius takes a few steps back, spinning the turbines in his jetpack in case they try and rush him. He would beat them to it, were that the case.
19 damage, pen 3.
Raziel pulled the talisman free of his belt and held it up for all to see and he charged into range. "Hold, Servitors. We are permitted to be here."
Raziel pushes the button.
The servitors immediately stop their advance, halting as if statues. Kill-safe protocol accepted, please identify life forms. The harmonic machine voices slowly repeat the commands.
"We are Adeptus Astartes, Deathwatch Chapter. We are here to extract a wounded Magos before he falls prey to Tyranid invasion," Raziel said. "Do you know the location of the Magos?"