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Karian Icefang     With recent news causing QUITE the stir amongst the Space Wolves, it would be no surprise to find them all in a bit of an uproar. To learn their long standing friend, the 'Salamander', was possibly still alive, it didn't take much convincing for a party to be formed up to rescue the flaming badger. But unlike most operations, this group was by volunteer only, and even then only veterans would be allowed on this mission. Karian had obviously taken the lead role, and various Sergeants had stepped up, including two Mort would be VERY familiar with. Ulf and Relk had both stepped up, and their eyes hinted this was no request, but rather a fact set in stone. They were going on this op.
    Nearby, under strict lockdown and with surprising Inquisitoral support, Freyr the rune priest and others of his kin were enacting the runes to open a path to the warp. They had no idea how close they would get to their friend, but All-father as their witness they were going to find him. "Wolf Lord. I don't know how long your friend has been in the warp, but bear in mind it may have changed him. I will be accompanying you." said Justicar Torm. He slipped his helmet on and gave a solemn nod to the group. "Aye, we welcome your help. Now...let's not waste any time. Let's bring our friend home."
Tomoe Tomoe had been contacted by Space Wolves and was quick toi answewr the call even though she was clearly somewhat injurted from a fight with Stella. She was stuill fit to fight though. She looked fairly serious but there was one mercy in her mind. When it came to the runious powers, fighting them was clear cut. Thoguh the methods may vary in being clear cut. She knew Mort he'd helped her and other people in the deth game in the past. She had not exepected the Inquision's aid and that was a bit /scary/ for her. Still she looked on edge.

"I fear that, what little I know of the warp it takes you and twists you into the worst possible version you could be of yourself."
Karian Icefang     "Aye. But I know Mort. He won't twist or fall to the whims of Chaos. But even I must wonder what he has endured. What those traitors have put him through..." Karian says, gritting his teeth a bit. Torm, for the most part, is quiet until that moment. "The ruinous powers live up to their name. They seek to ruin you mentally, physically, emotionally. They will play on your worst fears, your greatest failures, and twist your triumphs into tragedy. They are an insidious foe, but one that must be fought nonetheless." He says.
Mortimer Balman      But little did the intrepid warriors know, something was going to be.. Very terribly, terribly /off/ about the Warp once they had followed the traces they had found of him- or more accurately, the traces they had found of his faithful Undead servant- to its destination. This part of the Warp.. Was quiet. Eerily so. No storms, no hordes of daemons. It was more like a vast tomb, than a wyld nightmare of pure imagination and tainted emotion. A vast forest of silence; of broken daemon engines, Imperium warships, Eldar fighters, Tau supremacy fighters, Necron voidcraft, and ships of indeterminate origin. All long dead. All quiet, save for the whispers of uncounted lost souls that still clung to their ships.
Karian Icefang     As the group walked in, Both Karian and Torm were taken back by what they saw. "By the throne..." Torm said, while Karian was quiet. He knew little of Nettle's power, but this had all the halmarks and the feeling that she was involved. "Spread out, and look for any traces. Don't let your guard down though..." He says, moving forward himself.
Tomoe Tomoe says "Entrophy whith an attuidt is what they seem to be and that is concerning. Just to give into them? I'd hate to see what it would do to ... me." She shudders interally at that. She kept moving and would hav. She held moon cutter in hand as she moved keeping the naginatta at the ready, she looked out at the graveyard.

"It's a tomb... or is it a trophy display?"
Mortimer Balman      Indeed. To the Rune Priests and those with the gift of latent Psychic prowess, this place reeked of Mortimer's pet ghost and her dark magic. A few of them knew- she fed on Emotions, particularly Negative ones. Fear, hate, jealousy, pain, misery, sadness. These emotions permeate the Immaterium to staggering degrees. And thus, for a creature like her, this place would be an eternal feast.. Perhaps even daemons themselves might be consumed, though they could only conjecture on that potentiality.

     There is dark magic at work here. It is not the evils of the Warp, but the relentless drumbeat of that eternal march to the Grave. But is Nettle here alone? Does her Master yet persist? Or is there only death waiting for them, too?

     Every so often there is a piercing wail or inhuman keening. The older Wolves would notice oddities- Eldar souls, that were not locked in soulstones. Souls that had not been sucked away by Slaanesh for some mysterious reason. They were trying to shepherd the less clear, less coherent souls of humans and other races. Trying to make Wraithbone grow, perhaps in a bid to make soulstones or some other conduit they could inhabit. Few of them even deign to acknowledge the living. Save for one- a Harlequin, judging by the laughing mask over its 'face'.

     "Ah.. Mortal visitors again. It's been so long.. Or maybe it hasn't? Be careful. We do not know when the Daemons will return. It is safe from the Enemy's ilk, for now, though. Just be wary of angering the spirits of your great Machines.."
Karian Icefang     Karian watches the apparent procession of freed Eldar souls in surprise. He had never known their souls to do this, or be able to escape the reach of Slaneesh. To the Harlequin, he simply stares. "It seems and feels like a massacre. Just what happened here?" He asks aloud, fairly sure the Eldar soul wouldn't answer him. Torm, one of the more Psychicly inclined feels the dark energy and grimmaces. "Your friend and his ghost have been here..."
Tomoe Tomoe moves along there's no true light here, she's bound to the ground it seems fo rhte time being she would pose the dead are here. Some of them not consuemd she watches the eldar ghost who seem to be trying to run heard on the others, to keep them from being consumed? To make wraith bone so shey have a refuge she does not know. She watches them for a moment and she listens.

"I thank you for the warning and spirits of machines?"

She does not know of the concept of machine spirits too well then agian in this place? They could after all the likes of Nagato and her kind walk the multiverse now.
Karian Icefang     "We of the Imperium believe there to be a sentience in our machines. The 'Machine Spirit'. It is something that exists in all things. From our armour and bolters to our vehicles. That is why you often will see Tech-Priests deployed with an armoured convoy. Not only for repairs, but for prayer rites." Karian explains, noticing the Wraithbone. He takes a long look at it, wondering much the same as Tomoe, if this was meant to be a safe haven amongst the warp.
Mortimer Balman      "You should have seen it, Human. We are fortunate to have died here, when it happened." The harlequin laughs- it's impossible to determine whether the laughter is male or female. "A song the likes of which no creature living nor dead had Sung in our little galaxy before.. Beautiful and terrible. It cried with the majestic voice of a dying angel. And a malevolence that would put our Drukhari cousins to shame. Hordes of the Blood God's puppets crumbled like paper before the flame.. And then there was Silence. And.. Naught but, I think, for some time. But time means nothing here, so perhaps it has not been so long at all?" Another lilting laugh. "We are safe, for now.. I hope. I think... Or maybe not." A wraithly finger points towards a ship. "What you seek is there.. I think.." If there are Iron Priests within the ranks of the Wolves, they will be able to identify it by its IFF.

     The Thundering Retribution.. The ship that Mortimer and his faithful ghost crashed into the Warp with. It sits there in the distance, floating just apart from the rest. A chorus of quiet hymns offer prayer and praise to the God-Emperor can be heard, at the back of one's mind, when it is gazed upon. But something is wrong.. The ship has a new name scrawled in bone and blood upon the prow. And it crackles with a sinister lightning, filled with rage and anguish.

     The Litany of Unending Fury. The ship is little more than a skeleton with a handful of plates over broken ribs, held together with energy fields more than steel, and yet.. The engines are beginning to fire. It is beginning to move.
Karian Icefang     Karian listened to the words of the ghost, and Torm narrowed his eyes. "Can you make sense of her words, Wolf Lord?" "Aye. I know someone who could do such a thing..." He says, already knowing such a thing was well within Nettle's power. But a glance towards the ship has Karian stunned for a moment. That was the ship, that damn ship. "Let's go. Ulf, Relk, take point." He says, moving towards the ship.
Tomoe So the Ghost gives them some useful information and she nods to the being.

"Thank you, and I see...that is quite troubling to know."

There is not much to do for the dead her and so with he thanks she'll move on with the the marine and others. 5R
"I'm afraid...this is bad look the name is new...what the hell?!"

Tomoe leaps back and really wishes she could /fly/ right now oh god does she ever.

She'll move towards the vessel moving to get up close as that's what she's good at, while tiny vs the marine? She's about as durable as they are when you get down to it so she should be near the front where she cna do her best to help cut through whatever awaits them here...
Mortimer Balman      The ship's engines fire up a bit more. It's clear to the Iron Priests and others who are familiar with Imperium technology- the ship is using parts cannibalized from other ships. The bare minimum needed to operate at all. It will not be too hard to jump aboard, because it will take several minutes to get up to any kind of real speed.
Karian Icefang     Karian motioned for his men to follow him. With Ulf and Relk's guidancE, the group would manage to hop into the moving ship. He offers his hand back to pick Tomoe up along. "Wolf Lord, I will help secure the area and keep pace with the ship. Best you be the one to find your friend."
Tomoe Tomoe is quick but is not one to refuse aid when it's offered she will accept the help and hang on for dear life as they make the run for the ship.

"Right we need to find mort and get out of this place...."
Mortimer Balman      Despite the crackling of lightning outside, inside is.. Almost serene. Voices can be heard from wispy images of people who aren't there. The crew of the ship, perhaps? They sing to their God, hoping the Emperor will smile upon them for their loyalty. The ship is beginning to pick up speed, and the Immaterium outside lurches.

     They are beginning Warp Translation, though it will take time to complete.

     A servitor's face built into the wall snaps its eyes open. Its voice is a distorted crackle, "We-wel-wel-welc-c-c-c-OMMMME, Lord. How how how how how how how-" BZZZRT, "may this one assist y-y-y-y-you?"
Karian Icefang     Karian looks over to the Servitor and takes a moment. "Tell me exactly what occured on this ship in it's final moments, and tell me crew status." He says to the Servitor, eyeing it closely.
Count Kord     A shadow surges from the point the others arrived from, and flies to the ship they had lept onto. The shadow coalesces into a vaguely humanoid shape, and that humanoid shape wiggles his tail and looks at Karian with brief wariness. "Before you stab me," Kord says, "I really dislike being stabbed, and would appreciate a prudent reaction." He doesn't stand anywhere near close enough for that. He takes one look at the servitor and closes one of his eyes.

    "What a dreadful realm," he murmurs aloud, and promptly wanders off through the bowels of the ship.
Mortimer Balman      One of the servitor's eyes begins to glow, a soft blue. The other is dull and milky. "N-n-n-n-no registered crewmembers sss*zzt* lifesignnnnns detected. All hands lost-lost-lost lost lost. All hands lost. Replay-play-playing-g-g-g-g final momentttts."

     It projects a hologram that is very difficult to watch.. But it is a grisly scene that plays out across all decks. The crew was absolutely overwhelmed by Daemons and Traitor Marines. Every deck compromised. But there is something.. Odd. A shadow that moves when everything else is frozen. A presence that patiently goes from person to person. "Unknown entit-t-t-t-t-t-tyyyyy is responsibllllle for 67% of all crew deaths." There's only one brief moment that they will get to see..

     Nettle's face, staring purposefully- sadly- into the camera lens, as she patiently and methodically murders every man, woman, and child who was not killed during the initial onslaught or explosion, between frames of spacetime where the 'Time' aspect is frozen.
Karian Icefang     The Wolf lord was just about to cut down poor Kord when he recognized the voice. It alone stopped his hand. "Count. Things have changed, I see." He says, before noting Nettle. On the one hand, Karian understood what Nettle was doing. She was giving the people on the ship a far more merciful end then the Traitor's would. But on the other hand..."Why, Nettle? If you could do this, why not use your power to end the traitors? With Mort...maybe...." He starts, only to sigh angrily. His rational mind told him she had weighed the options and this was the best outcome.
Count Kord     "I died."

    "As did a large number of people here, it seems," Kord diverts, pausing before his departure to look at the display, and then to Karian. "Yes. End them, and the infinite hordes that wait behind them, for eternity." He lifts a hand and listens for a second. "But there are no daemons on the ship. There's no sound here at all. Isn't that strange? So I'm going to go looking for whoever did this." And so he does. He begins to plumb the depths of the ship in search for any active occupants.
Mortimer Balman      "Total crew loss-loss-loss-losses: 17,239." The hologram ends shortly with an explosion. The servitor's face goes back to its 'resting' position while awaiting further orders, as the ship picks up speed. Distortions in the Immaterium can be seen far past the prow. The air shudders violently as the ship lurches, creaking aggressively and trying to hold itself together.. The hazy outline of a planet can be seen as the ship leaves its grave. What planet it is, is anyone's guess.
Tomoe Tomoe looks for a moment as Cord catches up, then comes something very strange servitors power up and gives a final report of the ships fate. She stares for a moment at the report and starts to make out what happned.

"Wait what is that...Nettle? We'll find out...but if Nettles turned..."

Okay maybe this isn't so clear cut anymore.

"It's moving..."
Karian Icefang     A soft growl escapes Karian as he shakes his head. He turns and moves towards the bridge, to check the route entered into the computer. "Nettle wouldn't turn. Something else is going on..." He says. He also thinks on the words of the Count, and nods. "Seems a few of us have died lately."
Count Kord     Kord turns to follow Karian. He follows along, reaching out to gently poke at the various ghostly impressions they walk by, and squints into shadows here and there. "Light behaves strangely here," he observes. He would know.
Mortimer Balman      As they head down the ship, there's.. Not really anything. They're going to have to pick a specific place to GO if they wanna find out what's what. As they pass by the Chapel, they will notice that it is very.. Warm. It gives off an aura of safety and comfort. Admittedly, more for those of the Imperium than anyone else.
Mortimer Balman      As the Wolves march for the bridge, the signs of battle become more intense. Walls melted into slag. Holes where Drop Pods crashed through. The weapons, armor, and broken skeletons of Guardsmen and ship's defenders in various states of decay, clutching broken and melted weapons. A few husks of armor that once belonged to Traitor Marines and Traitor Guard are scattered about, and they crumble to dust if touched.
Karian Icefang     "He made a stand here...Brave souls who stood here should be remembered. Check the bodies for any tags. Their heroism should be reported." Karian orders his men, as he moves to where the traitor's burned. He looks over the damage, looking for the body of Mort, or a direction on where he went, or where this ship was going.
Count Kord     Kord casually digs up any intact tags, using shadows to push debris and corpses and skeletons around. Tendrils of shadow brush aside crumbling corpses. Everytime he does, traitor or guardsman, he murmurs a gentle, "Sorry," and frowns to himself. He doesn't seem to like doing this, but he dutifully collects the items for memorial. It's his duty as a patron of death, after all.
Tomoe Tomoe is making for the bridge now, she sees what happened and she's glad Imperial ships are big she has room to fdight if it comes to it. Tomoe will pause and help collect the tags though she only stops to collect Voidmens and other obvious imperials, she fears touching any of the thing son the remains of the followers of chaos. Hopefully she'll help Kord with his task having no idea it's somerhing he HAS to do.
Mortimer Balman      Another servitor's face in the wall opens its eyes. "Warp Translation will begin in T-20 minutes. Warning, Gellar Fields are not active. Warning, hull integrity is not optimal. All surviving hands are ordered to the bridge for safety and continued operative functionality. Praise to the Omnissiah, may our deliverance be engaged."
Karian Icefang     Another grimmace escapes Karian's face as he hears that. "Seems we've a time limit. "I want to know every trip this ship has made in recent time. I want to know every detail of what's occured here, no matter how small, stopping only when I entered the room." He says towards the servitor.
Count Kord     "I'm going to the bridge."

    Kord merrily starts moving that way, holding onto any tags he found along the way. He'll make sure they make their way back to Karian by the end of this trip. "Where is that furry old cur's corpse?" he complains, "Did he get eaten or something?"
Tomoe Tomoe will take the tags she doesn't have time to get to put in her inventory and with that she'll get on the move. "This is insane, a ship that's barely together is about jump?"

Though hell to boot and an old movie comes back to her as she makes for the bridge. "We'll find him one way or another..."
Mortimer Balman      "No trips have been made since this vessel crashed into the Heretic vessel designated 'Lust for Carrion'. Engines have only recently come back online: source of repairs, unknown. Parts acquired from fellow Imperium ships- Emperor's Merciful Strike, Thirst for Holy Vengeance-" the list goes on for several more increasingly poetically named ships. "System repair log follows: Main thrusters, Warp Engines, Macro Cannons 1, 3, 4, and 7. Bridge controls at 23%."
Karian Icefang     Karian quietly listens to that, and hears of the repairs. "Old bastard sounds like he's been trying to get the ship ready to jump. Scan the ship for any signs of Xenos activity, as well as sources of high heat." He then looks to the others. "Mort always runs hotter then most humans. That should locate him if he's on this ship."
Tomoe Tomoe is now waiting Tomoe will check any displays that she might be able to gleem data from, she'll also look over the bridge for anthing of note.

"So we're likely in for a fight...I suspect."
Mortimer Balman      The main doors to the bridge are.. Well, more or less just so much twisted and scored metal. Half-melted and essentially destroyed. The planet becomes clearer the closer they get to the Warp distortion.. A LOT clearer. A lot closer. This will probably put the Imperials at unease, because warp translation too close to a planet tends to be.. Catastrophic.

% A single presence is on the bridge. A creature wrapped in flames. But the flames are.. Odd. They glow with an ethereal, wraithly pseudo-heat. Faces of the Dead can be seen drifting occasionally in the coils of fire. Some of them grinning, some of them wailing. The flames lick around the Captain's chair, while soft muttering can be heard.

     "Yes, soon.. I know.. One last hurrah.. We will hold together.." The voice is a hollow, but familiar, echo.
Count Kord     "Don't tell me you've lost your mind. That'd be unfortunate."

    Kord speaks up with a fair chunk of amused confidence as he approaches the chair a step at a time. "Are you still with us, Mortimer Balman?"
Karian Icefang     A sigh of relief comes from many of the Space Wolves mouths as they see Mort. Karian is among the louder of them. "Mort! What are you talking about old man." He says, walking right up to the fire badger, though the ghostly faces and strange glow are definately noticed.
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer's voice is raspy, like it hasn't had food or drink in a long while. Which it hasn't, so that might be why. "The Machine Spirit is.. In pain, Karian. It is dying." A hand gestures to the ship around them. "It told me what parts to take from other vessels.. Just enough to get us across through the Wall. Enough for it to have one last rampage against those who signed its death warrant. And then it will pass." He turns around in the chair. He's obviously had better days. He looks more or less healthy but very tired, like he hasn't slept in an age.

     The way his eyes are glowing a bright red probably doesn't help his appearance. "I am still here.. ..My faithful servant is gone. ...I am unhappy with this."
Count Kord     Kord gets a good look at Mortimer. He gets close enough to examine his health carefully... then he reaches into his clothing, such as it is, and produces something. It's a bottle of berry wine. Such as the berries Pokemon normally eat. It's not very big. He steps up to him and places the bottle in his lap, and states, "Happy Holidays." And then he reaches out to pat the haggard fellow on the shoulder. He walks then to find a place to seat... in the form of a simple chair made of shadows. He crosses his legs and waits for the ship to complete its journey.

    "The ghost is passed, then," he observes. "Should I dedicate a shrine to her, for you?"
Tomoe Tomoe says "Wait is he planning to go out ... with the ship?!"

Tomoe has a bad feeling on who this might be and she'll. She takes a step forward keeping Mooncutter is in hand as she takes a step towards the being her eyes narrowing at him for a moment.

"MORT! What the hell are you doing! We came to get you the hell out of here!"

She may foolishly move to approrach Mortimer aware there could be some serious danger awaiting her here.
Karian Icefang     It takes Karian all but a second to realize just what Mort meant, and what his plan was. "...and you what? Planned to go out with the ship as well? What good do you think that will do?" He asks, stepping away for a moment. When he turns back to face his old friend, a fire was burning in his eye. "She would not want this, Mortimer. This is giving up. This is letting evil win, letting the Chaos of this place win. I know you, old friend. This is not you...and I don't give a rat's arse what you have to say in oppostion. We are survivors, you and I. We are Marines. We don't give up. We stand tall against Hell itself, We hold back the tide of evil, and when our time comes to die, we don't do with with a whimper like this. We die in a conflagration to rival the greatest supernova, and we drag our enemies with us." He then pauses to hear the report from his Iron Priests. "Tomoe, Count. Leave, now. This ship will NOT survive the transition into the planetary atmosphere. Mortimer is my comrade-in-arms, as was Nettle. If this is his wish...I will help him see it through."
Count Kord     "I won't let it kill him. I think his gods would find that funny."

    Kord's comment is made with a smile.
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer nods at Kord. "Yes.. She deserves that, as much good as she did with her second life. Her name.. Name.. It was Vasilisa. Vasilisa Marya Kokoschka. That was the name she had in Life." A small sigh, and he accepts the drink. Sipping calmly at it. He tilts his head a bit at Karian and Tomoe.

     "My dear friends.. What makes you think *we're* the ones in danger?"
Count Kord     Kord makes a 'See?' kind of gesture. "You'll have to write the name down for me. I only knew her as Nettle, so that will be on the stonework as well. I'll make sure the attendants keep it clean so you can visit as well. Is there a location you re require it to be at?" He speaks with the casual affect of an everyday conversation, despite being on a deathtrap of a ship hurtling to gods-know-where, presumably to crash into something violently.
Karian Icefang     "Vasilisa...that was her name. I will add her name to our record as well. All will remember her bravery." Karian says. As for the vox? It would promptly be going nuts with the Inquisition, and more then a few Rune and Iron Priests screaming for everyone to get off. Karian...simply ignores them. In truth, Karian trusted Mort implicitly, and without question for the most part. After all, that's what brothers do, right? "Then tell us your plan...Salamander."
Mortimer Balman      The ship shudders and shakes violently as it begins the perilous escape from the Warp into Realspace. Pieces of debris clatter everywhere. The servitors drone on for everyone to get to the bridge where it is, ostensibly, somewhat safer. If they don't listen.. Well, they're in for a HORRIBLY bumpy ride. "We are going to do nothing but sit back, Karian. The Spirit of this hallowed vessel is old and very smart.. I have ensured it has just enough power in its cogitators to allow it its one last battle. Here, make yourself comfortable, little brother. The show will be short.. But it will be quite spectacular."
Karian Icefang     Karian gives Mort a glance with his one good eye, watching him closely. He does make himself comfortable, mostly by leaning on a part of the captain's chair. A quick movement to his belt draws forth a large flask containing Fenrisian Mjod. A small tug is given, and he offers the flask to everyone, even Tomoe. "A last round toasted to the spirit of the Vessel, and to Vasilisa."
Tomoe Tomoe pauses at Karian nmow speaks of the machine spiruit of the vessel and she pauses for a moment as she looks right at Mort. "Whom does it wish to die fightingh? The Ruinous powers or the ones who ordered it out in the first place?"
Count Kord     "Probably the daemons. They're the ones that wounded it." Kord shrugs. "It's what I would do, in its position." He declines the mjod. He has no need to get so fucked up that he might go blind. He's got no resistance to the stuff.
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer points at the bridge controls. Holography shows the symbol of Khorne, the Blood God. There are further markings that indicate the origin of a substantial warband currently engaged with Imperial PDF forces on the Imperial agriworld of Varghoa XI. A world whose importance is nonexistent, save for the fact that it has not known any real conflict for thousands of years. "The wretched followers of the Dark Gods sought this ship to be used for making their disgusting Daemon Engines.. You may want to hang on to something, by the way." Mort accepts the mjod, and sips at it.

     The ship is sucked through the hole, and emerges through to the other side. A horrific screeching is heard as the ship bends and buckles. She will not survive long once within the planet's gravity well. Maybe two minutes before her sacred hull is torn to shreds by the stresses of such violent re-entry. Even in the supposedly safe 'bridge', it's like being thrown into a cement mixer that's been set on turbo spin.

     Vox-chatter across the planet creates a picture of absolute panic and confusion, both due to the legions of the Traitor Marines that are on planet and the fact that a /ship/ just /warped in on top of them/. Systems begin to fail immediately. Chunks of the ship snap off like cheap balsa wood held together by Elmer's glue and chewing gum.

     In less than two minutes, the Litany of Unending Fury will be shredded to little more than a series of impressively sized chunks of scrap. The explosion of the main thrusters and warp engines will vaporize the entire rear section in the time it takes to blink an eye. But before that happens.. Before the ship is destroyed under such monumental forces.. The cannons swivel ever so slightly.

     Macro cannons are massive, and using them for orbital strikes is known to wipe out entire formations. They will only be allowed to fire once.. But that is all they need, rapidly acquiring firing solutions and firing their payloads at what is- in space combat logic- point blank range.

     The view of such devastation from the bridge will be impressive, as nothing short of an Imperator Titan can match orbital bombardment strikes. Tidal waves of earth are moved from each blast, the ground rippling below them as entire waves of blasphemous traitor forces are simply erased from their respective battlefields.

     The last thing that can be heard, of course, before the self-destruction of this once-mighty vessel will be the Servitor's voice. "The Emperor Protects."
Karian Icefang     'The Emperor Protects'. A line most often said to those who were about to give their lives in glorious battle. But today, Karian got to bear witness to the rage of a Machine Spirit given glorious form. But despite this, he was still on the vessel as it began to fail. A quick glance to the old badger, one a mix of uncertainty as well as perhaps the one thing a Space Marine should not feel...a touch of fear. But not for himself, no. But rather for the others who had come. But in the end, Karian had no real choice but to believe in those three little words...The Emperor Protects.
Count Kord     As the ship finishes its assault, Kord shapes shadows around them. First, struts to hold the bridge structure together. Then solid plates and their own supports. He creates an emergency landing box for the party out of solid darkness, so that they do not get killed on impact. Then he closes his eyes and braces himself, clinging to the floor with a clawed foot.

    "Thrilling."
Tomoe Tomoe can't just shake the bad feeling she's having as the ship jumps, she feels a wrenching feeling as they ship enters the warp. Thankfully from her pov it's short at least and then she hears the ship is not doing well, this is a final run, and she's being put in mixer all right she looks to see the state of the planet. It's not good it's not good at all as the ship strkes out one last time, one final blow maybe to give the planet a chance. She's also trying to find something to hang on to...this is going to be rough.
Mortimer Balman      Two minutes later, the ship's remains are still and silent. Some residual creaking here and there. Sputtering sparks as the last of the electronics equipment finally goes offline. Mortimer is still in his chair, aided by Kord's magic. "Mm.. It is done." A small, exhausted sigh. "...I will be going home, now, that this unpleasant business has seen to its conclusion. I am very tired.. And still have much to take in about what has happened to me." The flames around him have died down to their 'normal' intensity, but they still burn with a wraithly palor rather than that of a common fire.
Karian Icefang     Karian nods. "Aye....Ulbrecht has missed you. As has the rest of your crew. Still..." He says. He moves and grabs Mort, pulling him into a massive bearhug. "Welcome back, old man."