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Execute primary orders ::>
<:: Immediately?
Tech-heresy imminent ::>
<:: Executing primary orders
Praise the Omnissiah ::>
The cramped quarters and compartments of the tiny drop-pod contained an even number of red-robed humanoids. All relatively tall, their large but thin hoods covering their metallic and augmented faces. Their clothing similar to that of a religious monk's, crimson red with white detailing along their coats.
There were four slots in the drop-pod, all allowing barely enough space for a human to fit in. The walls were covered with various buttons and controls, internal radio-equipment and lights indicating the status of the pod. The internal part of the pod was much like a square, with one of the robed men in every individual compartment. The empty space in the middle of the metallic and cramped structure was filled by a rather crude weapon-rack, with four Galvanic Rifles around it. Large rifles with what would be seemingly a wooden frame and a revolver-like magazine. Decorated with golden details, the aesthetics of this rifle would seem rather antique. Every rifle faced one of the robed men, allowing for them to quickly arm themselves when the time come.
Although faint breathing could be heard, none of the men had any movement to accompany said breathing. They were static, as if they were a part of the structure, molded into the electronics. Their faces covered in what would seem like some sort of gas-mask, with the eyes of their masks glowing a warm dark-blue. Their bodies completely covered in metallic armour and cybernetics. They were Skitarii Rangers, the fighting force of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The silent killers of the Imperium. The pod began moving, as it began to thrust itself towards it's target, the pod began shaking, the sound of intense rattling and various electronics in the pod moving made it sound as if the drop-pod was going to fall apart any minute now. Yet the Skitarii did not flinch, they did not even move an inch. Any normal human would've been terrified by now, but these were no humans.
"Fear the iron fist, for its grip is death."
The sound of the powerful lascannons mounted on the drop-pod cutting through the ships exterior was all that could be heard for a solid ten or so seconds, as the pod began crushing itself into the interiors of the massive heretic ship. The inside of the pod was shaking sporatically, yet the Skitarii were barely affected. The pod finally slammed down deep in the insides of the ship, having reached it's destination. This was no random drop-pod destination, it had been carefully calculated. As the pod slammed down in the interior of the ship, the insides of the pod filled with smoke, and the Skitarii only needed a few seconds to recover from the landing. The sound of air being uncompressed was almost deafening as the large doors of the pods opened. The pods were in fact designed so that the walls of it opened up, allowing the individuals inside to quickly exit it. The Skitarii robotically took their rifles in hand, and took a step out of their pods.
The ship they were on had previously been an Imperium ship, and as all ships were produced by the Adeptus Mechanicus, the layout of this large monolithic ship was not unfamiliar. Yet despite this, due to it's astronomical size, it would be easy to get lost in it's long stretching corridors and various compartments. Most Imperial ships were so massive that they would require hundreds of thousands of crewmen to properly operate. This ship had fallen in heretical hands though, as it had recently defected. The Adeptus Mechanicus had found out that vital knowledge had been stored in the data-plates of this specific ship just before their defection. These data-plates were crucial, and as such had to be retrieved as soon as possible.
Smoke had filled the compartment of the ship that the pod had landed in. The Rangers began walking out, quickly examining the surroundings. Symbolism that had previously been Mechanicum or Imperial had been destroyed and defaced. The various Imperial Eages on the walls of this large, room had been made a mockery out of through heretical and vile Chaos Runes. Any normal man would've quickly gone mad as Chaos tainted every room and every corridor. Heretical runes and scriptures made in what seemed like crude raid paint covered every wall. The Skitarii were unphased. They were not there to cleanse the heretics. They were not there to reclaim the ship. They were there for the data-plates.
The Skitarii restlessly advanced forward, making their way through the tight corridors of the ship, the ship was clearly not maintaned properly, most of the lights and doors were not working properly and various compartments such as previous storage areas had been destroyed and vandalized. The Skitarii did not speak to eachother, they were completely silent. Not uttering a single word. Not because they didn't want to, but because they could perfectly communicate with eachother through binary, their augments allowing them to quickly relay information without requiring to communicate through speech or radio.
Due to the unmaintained nature of the ship, it was quite dark and moody. The weak lights of the equipment the Skitarii had being the only real light sources as they advanced through abandoned and wrecked corridors. The little light they had would highlight the ridiculous amount of dust and particles in the air. Despite the ship just recently defecting, it had already became such a state. Further proving the point of the vile heresy that is Chaos.
The Skitarii made themselves into one of the main compartments, a rather large room with many control stations and various other stations that powered the ship. Obviously all abandoned, it was a miracle how the ship could still fly without breaking down. The Skitarii slowly made their way through this large compartment. The height of the room was truly massive. Looking similar to a cathedral, the ceiling was several hundreds metres up, truly showcasing the absolute massive size of the ship.
The room had been dark, very dark. But, quite suddenly - the sound of lasguns now began to echo throughout the large cathedral-like room. The bright red lights that the lasguns are famous of were lighting up the room as if it was some kind of neon light-show. The Skitarii immediately ducked to cover, returning fire on the ambushers. Their Galvanic Rifles crackling as they let out devestating electrical charges back towards their attackers. One Skitarii whom had not opened fire yet, had taken cover behind some control panels. Quickly, he took aim at one of his attackers. His augments allowing him to quite easily spot them and to calculate their distance. The crimson red robed Skitarii pulled down on the trigger of his rifle in an almost robotic manner. Two shots were fired towards the heretic. The first shot hit the railing next to the heretic, making the metal burst in flames and crackle in blue light - while the second shot hit him dead on. What followed was a powerful blast, and then a strong electric shock, the heretic seemingly experiencing what looked like a seizure, what ensued is that the entry-wound began to erupt in flames - before fully electrocuting the man. Killing him nearly instantly.
The attack was not over, it seemed there was a small group of heretics opening fire from several directions, including the various railings from above. The Skitarii were all pinned behind cover, one of them quickly unclipping a grenade from their belt, throwing it straight towards the source of the lasgun fire. His throw was powerful, and was a sign of the Skitarii's robot-like nature. The grenade flew through the air and plummeted to the ground, bouncing a few times before finally exploding - letting out a surge of bio-electricity. The heretics caught in the blast instantly receiving heavy neural trauma - falling to the ground. To an outsider it would seem as if they had passed out, but their minds had been scrambled and they had received a swift death.
<:: Immediately?
Tech-heresy imminent ::>
<:: Executing primary orders
Praise the Omnissiah ::>
The cramped quarters and compartments of the tiny drop-pod contained an even number of red-robed humanoids. All relatively tall, their large but thin hoods covering their metallic and augmented faces. Their clothing similar to that of a religious monk's, crimson red with white detailing along their coats.
There were four slots in the drop-pod, all allowing barely enough space for a human to fit in. The walls were covered with various buttons and controls, internal radio-equipment and lights indicating the status of the pod. The internal part of the pod was much like a square, with one of the robed men in every individual compartment. The empty space in the middle of the metallic and cramped structure was filled by a rather crude weapon-rack, with four Galvanic Rifles around it. Large rifles with what would be seemingly a wooden frame and a revolver-like magazine. Decorated with golden details, the aesthetics of this rifle would seem rather antique. Every rifle faced one of the robed men, allowing for them to quickly arm themselves when the time come.
Although faint breathing could be heard, none of the men had any movement to accompany said breathing. They were static, as if they were a part of the structure, molded into the electronics. Their faces covered in what would seem like some sort of gas-mask, with the eyes of their masks glowing a warm dark-blue. Their bodies completely covered in metallic armour and cybernetics. They were Skitarii Rangers, the fighting force of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The silent killers of the Imperium. The pod began moving, as it began to thrust itself towards it's target, the pod began shaking, the sound of intense rattling and various electronics in the pod moving made it sound as if the drop-pod was going to fall apart any minute now. Yet the Skitarii did not flinch, they did not even move an inch. Any normal human would've been terrified by now, but these were no humans.
"Fear the iron fist, for its grip is death."
The sound of the powerful lascannons mounted on the drop-pod cutting through the ships exterior was all that could be heard for a solid ten or so seconds, as the pod began crushing itself into the interiors of the massive heretic ship. The inside of the pod was shaking sporatically, yet the Skitarii were barely affected. The pod finally slammed down deep in the insides of the ship, having reached it's destination. This was no random drop-pod destination, it had been carefully calculated. As the pod slammed down in the interior of the ship, the insides of the pod filled with smoke, and the Skitarii only needed a few seconds to recover from the landing. The sound of air being uncompressed was almost deafening as the large doors of the pods opened. The pods were in fact designed so that the walls of it opened up, allowing the individuals inside to quickly exit it. The Skitarii robotically took their rifles in hand, and took a step out of their pods.
The ship they were on had previously been an Imperium ship, and as all ships were produced by the Adeptus Mechanicus, the layout of this large monolithic ship was not unfamiliar. Yet despite this, due to it's astronomical size, it would be easy to get lost in it's long stretching corridors and various compartments. Most Imperial ships were so massive that they would require hundreds of thousands of crewmen to properly operate. This ship had fallen in heretical hands though, as it had recently defected. The Adeptus Mechanicus had found out that vital knowledge had been stored in the data-plates of this specific ship just before their defection. These data-plates were crucial, and as such had to be retrieved as soon as possible.
Smoke had filled the compartment of the ship that the pod had landed in. The Rangers began walking out, quickly examining the surroundings. Symbolism that had previously been Mechanicum or Imperial had been destroyed and defaced. The various Imperial Eages on the walls of this large, room had been made a mockery out of through heretical and vile Chaos Runes. Any normal man would've quickly gone mad as Chaos tainted every room and every corridor. Heretical runes and scriptures made in what seemed like crude raid paint covered every wall. The Skitarii were unphased. They were not there to cleanse the heretics. They were not there to reclaim the ship. They were there for the data-plates.
The Skitarii restlessly advanced forward, making their way through the tight corridors of the ship, the ship was clearly not maintaned properly, most of the lights and doors were not working properly and various compartments such as previous storage areas had been destroyed and vandalized. The Skitarii did not speak to eachother, they were completely silent. Not uttering a single word. Not because they didn't want to, but because they could perfectly communicate with eachother through binary, their augments allowing them to quickly relay information without requiring to communicate through speech or radio.
Due to the unmaintained nature of the ship, it was quite dark and moody. The weak lights of the equipment the Skitarii had being the only real light sources as they advanced through abandoned and wrecked corridors. The little light they had would highlight the ridiculous amount of dust and particles in the air. Despite the ship just recently defecting, it had already became such a state. Further proving the point of the vile heresy that is Chaos.
The Skitarii made themselves into one of the main compartments, a rather large room with many control stations and various other stations that powered the ship. Obviously all abandoned, it was a miracle how the ship could still fly without breaking down. The Skitarii slowly made their way through this large compartment. The height of the room was truly massive. Looking similar to a cathedral, the ceiling was several hundreds metres up, truly showcasing the absolute massive size of the ship.
The room had been dark, very dark. But, quite suddenly - the sound of lasguns now began to echo throughout the large cathedral-like room. The bright red lights that the lasguns are famous of were lighting up the room as if it was some kind of neon light-show. The Skitarii immediately ducked to cover, returning fire on the ambushers. Their Galvanic Rifles crackling as they let out devestating electrical charges back towards their attackers. One Skitarii whom had not opened fire yet, had taken cover behind some control panels. Quickly, he took aim at one of his attackers. His augments allowing him to quite easily spot them and to calculate their distance. The crimson red robed Skitarii pulled down on the trigger of his rifle in an almost robotic manner. Two shots were fired towards the heretic. The first shot hit the railing next to the heretic, making the metal burst in flames and crackle in blue light - while the second shot hit him dead on. What followed was a powerful blast, and then a strong electric shock, the heretic seemingly experiencing what looked like a seizure, what ensued is that the entry-wound began to erupt in flames - before fully electrocuting the man. Killing him nearly instantly.
The attack was not over, it seemed there was a small group of heretics opening fire from several directions, including the various railings from above. The Skitarii were all pinned behind cover, one of them quickly unclipping a grenade from their belt, throwing it straight towards the source of the lasgun fire. His throw was powerful, and was a sign of the Skitarii's robot-like nature. The grenade flew through the air and plummeted to the ground, bouncing a few times before finally exploding - letting out a surge of bio-electricity. The heretics caught in the blast instantly receiving heavy neural trauma - falling to the ground. To an outsider it would seem as if they had passed out, but their minds had been scrambled and they had received a swift death.
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