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Liam returns the hug, though he is worn to the bone by now and so he can't put too much strength in it, even allowing Cecil to steady him a little.
He didn't need it, but he suspected making a show of being "vulnerable" might help her focusing on something besides the horrors she had seen.

"Told you, didn't I? told you I'd make it out of there.
You should listen to your medic, we're the smart lot, so we are.
Besides, I'm almost as tough as an Ogryn, you saw that yourself."

"Not....quite sir.
They seem to be a strand of Abhumans sir, a collection of them have been fighting the ancient enemy here sir.
They were instrumental in our success.
The wounded one is their leader.
Assuming she survives, she is likely to be able to offer a lot of local intel."

Touchness: 1d100 ⇒ 3

The heat and pressure doesn't affect Liam in the slightest, at some point he probably just found a fifth wind and decided to simply ignore all protests of his body.

Instead he begins to busy himself with caring for Kira, it would be a shame if she didn't make it through this considering everything that had happened already.

Medicae (int + 40): 1d100 ⇒ 96

At first, his hands slip, perhaps he is a little too tired after all, but his pride forces him to refocus.
He was a medic first and foremost emperor dammit!
He would NOT fail here!

Reroll: 1d100 ⇒ 40

He then quickly checks on Ikrit, to make sure he is only out cold but without damage.

Medicae: 1d100 ⇒ 40

As they arrive, Liam decides to speak up before anyone has a chance to make accusations or anything like that.

"Captain. Reporting.
The Magos in charge decided that the cargo here was too important to delay, and since it was too bulky for the remaining Astartes and Adeptus Mechanicus to travel with, we were ordered to go instead."

Liam sighs.
"I'll go, as a trained Medic, I can take Kira with me and keep her alive.
As the leader of the local Abhumans, she is likely to be able to provide us with potentially vital information about the goings on here, and liaise with the rest of them as well."

-20 Fast moving
-10 small
+10 Braced
+5 Warned

Overwatch: 1d100 ⇒ 14
Damage: 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (3, 9) + 10 = 22
Second hit: 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (1, 10) + 10 = 21
"Multiple Kill confirmed!"

Initiative: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Ok, so where is the best kill zone to set up? Maximum area of denial.
Let's be tactical and not mess up so close to the end of it all.

Liam decides to make sure to live up to his role as Sentinel.

Awareness: 1d100 ⇒ 20

"Listen, if I take up position HERE, I can give good cover for all entry points possible.
However, that works best if the rest of you are scattered about.
That way I can funnel the enemy to be picked off by the rest of you.
The alternative is that I take a position over there by the door, which would offer good cover, but a lot less angle and flexibility, which means we'd have to ensure the enemy only comes from there."

A+@$%@+...

Liam merely shakes his head, wondering how these Astartes could possibly claim to work on logic.
Let's REMOVE the most capable and skilled defenders, especially after the rest of us will have used as much ammo as possible.

Liam turns and gives Cecil a small, tired smile.
"Don't worry about me Cecil, remember, I'm a thrice lucked bastard.
I'll see you again, and it will be before we both go to the golden throne.
Please, be safe..."

So much for that...

Cecil wasn't nearly as bad off as the Sergeant had been (hmm, that was two sergeants lost this mission) so all she needed now was rest.
Liam finds a good, defensible spot to set up his heavy bolter and guard the rear, and to keep Cecil safe as she lies down to rest.

"At least it means the missions will be done.
That's what we do, we stand in line and die, so others can live...
It's the life of a guardsman."

"Might I suggest trooper Cecil?
She is suffering from combat fatigue, and could benefit from being properly seen to.
...
She's earned a reprieve."

Liam buckles a little, finding it more than a little awkward to walk, carrying a big gun AND offering support to a woman just barely capable of fighting of catatonia at this stage.
To distract himself, he begins to talk, offering simple words of encouragement to Cecil (and himself at this point), pointing out how close they are, how they are almost out of it now.
And of course, not forgetting to point out how well they've done overall.
"People died, but we lived. it's time we made sure of it."

"Ungh...why me?"

Liam struggles to his feet, collects both his girls, and begins to make it towards the exit.
The end was in sight, and he wasn't willing to wait any longer to get out of this warping mission.
They had done their duty, and gone beyond, salvaging another squads duty as well.
Enough was indeed enough.

<<Not since the big fight back in the ruins...
Emperor dammit, didn't he have the information we needed?>>

Liam sends the retreating backs of the astartes a truly dirty look, but wisely keeps his words as thoughts for now.
Instead, he uses his strength and fortitude to help Cecil AND heft his big gun as they begin to move towards the exit.
"Come on, everyone, keep up! We got to go, now!"

Liam offers Cecil a tired smile.
"Back with us are you? It's bad when the loader leaves the heavy in the lurch like that, ok?"

He reaches out and gives her shoulder a squeeze.
"Come on, keep it together, we're SO close to getting out of this.
You have to keep going for a while longer, right?
Are you with me, Cecil?"

"I'm not letting you let go here! You WILL stand! You WILL walk! You'll do your damn DUTY! Nobody dies because you broke!"

Liam grabs Cecil by the shoulders and shakes her.
"The Emperor DEMANDS your strength! We've come this far, are you quitting on me Cecil!? I'm not letting you dammit! Open your eyes! LOOK AT ME DAMMIT! YOU! WILL! LIVE!"

Intimidate (spending fate point for +10) (Str + 20 -30 -20 +10): 1d100 ⇒ 17

Liam stows the heavy bolter as well as he can, then he grabs Cecil and begins to retreat.
With the stairs gone, we should have bought some time, even for the slow moving admechs...

Liam is a little surprised to find himself really CARING about Cecil's fate, but he decides to focus on their survival for now, and worry about this emotional...anomaly later.

Thinking quickly, Liam realises he needs to try and get Cecil mobile on her own, and something familiar might be enough to make her mind snap into focus just a little.

So he thrusts one of the spare ammo belts into Cecil's hands, gives her a (reluctant) slap and in his best authoritative voice gives her a simple command.

"Soldier! Snap out of it, you are needed, now take this ammo belt and make ready.
Let's go, move out!"

Awareness (per -20): 1d100 ⇒ 12

"Magos! Be aware, the enemy is not down and out, it's merely clinging to the underside of the walkways!"

Scrag it all! Cecil, girl...
Liam's atrophied empathy flares up, but he realizes he can't afford to tend to her immediately.
One more round should allow the magos to finally make a getaway, and then he can collect Cecil and begin to retreat.
With a truly heartfelt sigh, Liam turns bakc and sends one more full auto volley at the enemies menacing the retreating magoses.

Full auto: 1d100 ⇒ 69
"Die you heretic bastards! DIE!!!"

Willpower: 1d100 ⇒ 32
Toughness: 1d100 ⇒ 66
So, if I got ANY bonuses on the fear/willpower roll, I'd pass, the toughness not so much.

Liam, no better of physically than the others, begins to empty his guts, fortunately, since he already had before, his stomach is already empty and all he can manage is a little green bile.

Curse those slow moving mechanicus bastards! If you are going to replace all your flesh, how about some damn wheels or something, huh?

Having temporarily gotten rid of the pesky fliers, Liam refocuses on covering the mechanics retreat.

Full auto: 1d100 ⇒ 37

"Come on! Come on you bastards! Come on! No more dying! Dying is for the enemy!"

Awareness (per + 0): 1d100 ⇒ 40

Liam, cool under pressure, simply changed the angle of his weapon a little, aiming for the swarm heading their way and then let's rip on full auto again.

Full auto: 1d100 ⇒ 13

"THEY ARE NOT DONE YET! THERE ARE MORE OF THEM IN THE POOL! CLOSE IT!"

"I hope you are all moving! Because I am doing all I can to cover your scrawny behinds! Don't get them shot off now!"

Can't really see the enemy at the moment, so just keeping their heads down is more important.
Does mean I don't have to aim quite so well.

Liam continues to fire at full auto, saturating the area with bolter shells, going for the old guard standard of "spraying and praying".

Full auto: 1d100 ⇒ 81
Well, good thing I didn't need to be so accurate this time, at least they might get pinned.

Liam cracks his neck, then he listens to MacGyvers com message.
He turns lowers the business end of the Bolter down at the enemies menacing the magos and let it rip. .

Full auto baby!!!: 1d100 ⇒ 4

"SMITE MAKES RIGHT! THE EMPEROR DEMANDS YOUR DEATH!"

"The emperor helps those that helps themselves, or so I've been told.
Anyone who claims we haven't done our duty this day is a liar or a heretic."

Liam can't help but be pleased, despite hi stoic demeanor. They all had been working hard, and perhaps he in particular, seeing how much damage he had taken keeping others alive, and punishing the enemy.
Perhaps the emperor was showing his appreciation?
Well, Liam could show his appreciation in turn, by reaping a bloody harvest on the emperors enemies.

"I am going to need some help with this. Cecil! I need you here!"

Liam braces the heavy bolter, realizing that even his strength is too little to free hold it with the extra weight, then he fires a burst towards the nearest collection of enemies.

Burst fire: 1d100 ⇒ 57

Awareness (Per +30): 1d100 ⇒ 72
Oooh, you bastard!

Liam searches desperately for what he is hoping to find, and while it takes him much longer than he would have liked, his lips turns upward in a triumphant grin.

The emperor provides...

As he looks up from the shot he just took, Liam spots the bolter nest and nods to himself.
Even if there wasn't any ammo there, it was worth a check just to see.

So he quickly makes his way towards it.

Liam braces his gun and keeps aiming, looking for the most likely target.
Although he contemplates forgoing aiming and simply go for a pinning volley if that would be more efficient.

If only I had a little more bolter ammo...

Spitting out the last content of his mouth, trying in vain to get rid of the taste of vomit, Liam gets up and moves over to a good firing position.
He then sights down his rifle, preparing to shoot.

Half action to move, half action to aim.

Vomit staining his chin, eyes bleary with pain, head swimming with fatigue and adrenaline, Liam stares slack jawed after Cecil when she jokes about his current state.
...
....
.....
Women...
Maybe...maybe being shot wouldn't be so bad after all.

Doing his best to pull himself together, Liam gives MacGyver a few terse suggestions how to get him back in the fight.

Liam groans and slowly fumbles to regain his grip, then he begins to climb again.
slowly, painfully heaving himself up and over the rim.
Laying on his stomach, he takes a few deep breaths before ramming his shoulder into the ground, forcing it back into it's socket.
The pain is enough for him to then proceed to empty his stomach violently.
"Guuuuagh!! Ugh....nnngh...blech."

Then he rolls over to his side and begins to fumble for his lasgun, using the stock to force himself into sitting position.

Mybe it was a vision from the emperor, maybe warp trickery, maybe something else entirely, but for a moment Liam senses...no SEES Cecil in danger again.
Reacting by instinct, Liam lets go with one hand, swings down, his other hand reaching out and...grabs Cecil's shoulder roughly.
As he swings in an arc like a Pendulum, he grunts, heaves and roars as he strains his muscles to the absolute limits heaving Cecil up and over the edge.
Hanging by just one arm, Liam groans, gasps and almost cries in pain, every muscle in his upper body feeling like its one fire.
"Agh...ah....emperor...damn...it...all...."

Pinning (Wp +10): 1d100 ⇒ 7

Ok, here is my chance...

Liam, seeing an opening, scurries quickly over to the others, doing his best to stay in cover.

"Ugh, I am starting to get really frustrated with this, we're so close to being done...."

Rubbing his hands together, he prepares to climb, wondering if he is going to be able to repeat his climbing feats from before, or if he's pushed himself too far.

Climbing (Str +10): 1d100 ⇒ 82

Fate point (Str +10): 1d100 ⇒ 39

After a false start, Liam flexes his prodigious muscles and hauls himself up, panting heavily by now.

Yes, that's true, but every gun aimed at us only have to content with standard issue guard flak armor, not an inch or more ceramite artificer power armor.

Being that Liam have taken quite a bit of damage during this mission, he allows himself some snark, though he is sure to keep it internally.
No need to draw the ire of the emperor botherer after all.

"Well, that's done it, the old girl's all out, fast asleep after a hard days work."

Pinned (Wp + 20): 1d100 ⇒ 61

Liam shrugs a little and stuffs the heavy bolter away, refusing to risk leaving it behind after all that. And he wasn't going anywhere until the shooting had died down just a little.

I imagine stowing it and getting out the lasgun is all he'll be doing this round

Luck? 1d100 ⇒ 99
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
More "luck"? 1d100 ⇒ 59

"Ngh! Heretic scum...."

It didn't matter, it didn't hurt...much. Just a tiny little rivulet of blood joining all the other cuts, bruises and lacerations already covering his body.
And of course, not forgetting the burns or the acid scorch marks.

"Taste righteous castigation, heretics!"

Burst: 1d100 ⇒ 10

no pain, no gain huh? Well, I took the pain, here's the gain!

He's not a bad orator, I'll give him that.
Inspiring enough, but he gets to the point before losing his listeners full attention.
...
Ok, he lost MY full attention, but I'm a really tough audience, 50% of my attention is VERY good still.

"Hmm...
Absolutely ideal would be if we could get around and up, take out the shooters above the Astartes, that'd take some pressure off, especially if WE then begin to pour fire down on the enemy."

Hnnh, quite the firefight from what it sounds like. Not a lot I can do though, I've got five bolts left, and then it's back to the las rifle.
Next mission I'm going to look for extra ammo, or a spare weapon.

Scrutiny (+20): 1d100 ⇒ 18

Ugh, him as well? The Sergeants are cracking fast on this mission.

"Cecil, you cover left, ok? I don't want any surprises while we are so close to extraction."
Meanwhile, Liam covers right as he hurries after, ready to let whatever comes eat his very last boltershells.

"Besides, the astartes will level this place.
Believe me, this place won't be hurting anyone again once they've passed through here."

Liam glances over at the Ratlings then at the bulkhead.
"Something significant just happened, didn't it?"

It's always someone else's problem, well, UNTIL it's your problem...

"If we go back the way we came down, could the astartes even FIT into those tubes?"

"EVERYONE! GET OUT OF THE WAY FOR THE ASTARTES, Up AGAINST THE WALLS, NOW!" Hefting his gun, Liam then quickly follows his own advice, pulling Cecil along with him.

Liam moves a little to the side, tog get a better angle, then he braces his heavy bolter, preparing for one last burst of fire.

"And something heavy approaching from behind, sounds like Sentinels really...couldn't be though, maybe...Astartes?"

Liam hefts his heavy bolter, getting ready to do what he can with what he has left.