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"We speed our advance to seize the initiative." Dromichaetes seeks the hardest cover he can reach with a sprint.
"The ground is too hot to touch safely. And the radiation levels are lower, but not to safe levels. I do not yet recommend removing your helmets." Dromichaetes continues to move forward, boltgun in hands. And wary of his surroundings.
"Even with assistance, this container resists my intrusion measures. I will tackle it in a more secure area." Looking about, he comments: "A more pristine world I have not visited in some time. And that was to burn it. Towards the smoke indeed." He then reaches his esoteric senses outwards.
"That is a logical point, Dagon. Let us do so."
"I would have the magnetised boot soles, when the time comes. This way."
Dagon and Lorg: <I do not object, should it come to pass.>
Dagon and Lorg: On the same frequency, Dromichaetes replies: <Agreed. On all counts.>
Korg would destroy astartes power armour for a meal? In a steady, firm voice Dromichaetes replies to Korg while reaching for the cadavers' neck. "Deadly radiation levels, Korg. If you remove your helmet to feed, you will soon be a corpse too. And not in glorious combat either. If you still wish to feed-" Dromichaetes pops out and removes the helmet as he speaks. "-then I will more efficiently remove the armour first. The head is already visible so you can start on that. Should you still wish to eat here and now." Let us see how much rationality remains in him.
With inhuman patience for complex, repetitive tasks, Dromichaetes notices the changes in environment.
He firmly says to Lorg and Korg: "Both of you, cease your foolishness. I detect planetary gravity. Escape - or our end - nears. Background radiation levels are deadly, so do not remove your helmets. And to the north, there is a dead astartes. I will investigate." Dromichaetes begins moving swiftly towards the body. This is a situation where he will display little patience.
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"No anomalous electromagnetic radiation detected. Proceed." Dromichaetes will take the rear.
"I say cut away, Korg. I will have auspex readings from the response, if any." Dromichaetes will monitor.
Dromichaetes pauses, utilising his built-in auspexes. He makes observations out loud for the benefit of his companions. "Basic technomat tools. Dead servitors. The Sphere is solid, impenetrable to standard auspex. The local stellar radiation cannot be detected here. It is unclear whether this blockage is the intended function of the sphere, or a byproduct of its true function."
Dromichaetes stands back from the berserker, while trying to advise on weak points.
"20cm thick - with a void behind that section. Melta cutting will be most efficient here."
"A promising first tactic, Dagon. Let us try that." Dromichaetes draws his combat knife and seeks weak points with his augur array before digging in.
Dromichaetes turns and points to a segment of wall, lacking the original paint. "A more recent construction. Long after this structure was built. There may be a useful shortcut or resource behind it." The stub of his servo-arm twitches and a look of annoyance crosses his head. "Any efficient means of breaking this barrier would be useful. Brute force is in the form of a shoulder charge is a reasonable default."
Before Dagon closes the door, Dromichaetes advances inside. He glares at the others. "Come. We have spent long enough staring at the outside of this airlock. I have a notion to hack down a lying trader."
Dromichaetes is glad to be finally advancing.
"The airlock appears normal. I imagine that any treachery is either incredibly well concealed - or simply not via the airlock door itself. I am opening it now." And Dromichaetes proceeds to do just that.
Dromichaetes walks up to the airlock panel and sends a tendril from his wrist MIU into it. "I seek control, and any maps available."
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"Dagon, there are indeed merits to both approaches. We should attempt to reach this Lord Anisan first, so we can immediately assess whether he will be cooperative or not. If we must fight through genestealers, then we will do that."
Dromichaetes tells the others: "If they are a legitimate dynasty, then they are one founded after our indisposition. It is also possible that they are true rogues, pirates or outlaws. Either way, we need to ensure that they do not get to cause us problems. Lorg, do you have the equipment for vox jamming? It may be useful to ensure that no enemy of ours gets to call for aid."
Dromichaete's cogitator-laced mind absorbs this data and begins to process it before he replies.
Dromichaetes, seeing that the man is starting to babble, lets go of his shoulder. "You have clearly been of as much use as you are capable of. We will depart now and meet your captain." Dromichaetes then begins to climb up to the gantry.
Dromichaetes grasps the shoulder of whichever mortal was previously most talkative and squeezes. Enough to get his attention and a bit more. And then speaks, emphasising and enunciating each word very clearly. "Which. Way. To. Your. Ship?"
"Lorg, should you get a response, return the microbead to me." Dromichaetes says this as he hands Dagon's plasma gun back to him, along with half of any spare canisters they retrieved from the cultists.
Dromichaetes takes note of the factors impeding the microbead's performance. He then motions for the salvage crew to move with a short distance away from Lorg, before speaking. "Yes. We have slain many slaves of the xenos filth. Now, how best shall we contact your home vessel so we may all reach it?"
Let us see what the newcomer will do. Dromichaetes will hand over the microbead, while noting the frequency it was set to and any other features of the microbead.
Dromichaetes rattles off a heresy-era vox channel that was often used by Iron Warriors when coordinating with other rebel forces.
Dromichaetes takes the plasma gun with an appreciative nod, and quickly check both it and the one Dagon acquired for functionality.
Dromichaetes will affix the microbead and keep listening for any activity on that channel. Turning to the others: "The preset channel on this microbead is unresponsive. I will continue to listen, just in case. Let us proceed to the Imperial vessel."
Dromichaetes does not refuse Lorg's aid. If he tries to poison me, it will not kill me quickly enough to matter.
He will try speaking on the channel, in low gothic. "Identify."
Dromichaetes will try a message in basic vox tap om that channel.
Dromichaetes will pick up the microbead and listen in.
Dromichaetes stops in his tracks and looks at Lorg quizzically, as if surprised and studying him for something. Then he continues towards the dropped item. I cannot tell if he is serious or not. Perhaps he has a very dry wit. Or perhaps unshielded warp transit has damaged his memory. Once we are on board the rogue trader vessel, I will have to explain this matter more clearly. And while facing him with a weapon.
Dromichaetes continues moving. "I will explain as we move." "We awoke from stasis to find ourselves in this decrepit Imperial ruin of a void station, currently being plundered by a rogue trader crew. Who may or may not be responsible for the genestealer cult that is on board. We need to get on board the vessel, and soon. As I said earlier, I am Anointed in this compact, and there is a will to meet with the captain and his command crew in person."
Dromichaetes speaks as the last of the combat team is hacked down. "Let us investigate what was dropped own, as Korg suggested." And he jogs towards that spot.
Dromichaetes charges the furthest opponent from him that he can reach.
And an irritant escapes once again.
Dromichaetes continues slashing at the nearest cultist.
Dromichaetes switches his boltgun for his combat knife and charges the nearest lasgunner, planning to gut him without wasting any more ammunition.
As he does so, Dromichaetes speaks towards Lorg without taking his eyes off his next targets. "We have awoken after much time and made compact, with myself Anointed. I am Dromichaetes." Scrutiny +10, especially for Lorg: It is clear that Dromichaetes is trying to avoid giving away details pinning down the group as traitor marines. Perhaps he thinks someone is listening.
Dromichaetes takes aim at a lasgunner while vocally replying to Lorg. "We face genestealer cultists. Your curiosity can be sated while you help end their lives." And squeezes the trigger.
Dromichaetes winces slightly as a krak grenade detonates against him.
He will aim for the surviving plasma gunner, as that weapon poses a greater medium-term threat. Should that gunner be dead, he will seek a heavy weapon or even just a singular cultist to gun down.
His words ignored, Dromichaetes responds: "Eliminate the plasma gunners first." And opens fire on one.
Dromichaetes speaks loudly enough for both the team and his companions to hear: "Cease your fire. We are Astartes."
A two-man heavy stubber. Two plasma guns. Two shotguns. Twelve lasguns. Carapace armour and grenades.
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