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  • #31
    As the ship careened into the ground, Eucaleys' prayer reached a fever pitch and then stopped. He suddenly made some very agile movements for such a large man in armor, showing his physical acumen that allowed him the esteemed rank of Primaris in the Imperium of Man. Whether it was raw strength or telekine ability - or a bit of both - his face was suddenly dead serious. No borderline insane prayers, semi-rambling, periods of dark and brooding silence that made his speaking all the more unusual.

    No, this was the look of a man hard and determined. He always looked and carried himself as someone far older than his actual physical age, and right now was a prime example. He looked like a battle hardened veteran as he changed the angle in which he leaned on his armaments and grasped onto parts of the ship to constantly keep himself steady. His legs braced and he smoothly remained on his feet as if this were an unfortunate but not entirely uncommon occurrence in his past profession.

    That look of serious pragmatism would then fade away back to his aloof and bloodlusted state from the moment they had been shot down. As soon as they would reach a full stop, he would be entirely focused on whatever might be outside. Both a survivor and a soldier's instincts. He would await only the Rogue Trader's instruction, as he had far more knowledge on this entire situation and perhaps some helpful insight. As crazed for combat as Eucaleys could often find himself, he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake that robbed him of a decade of time, multiple limbs and nearly his life.
    Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

    NO...!!

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    • #32
      The last things Mortius could see through a nearby window was a lake, something small, especially given the size of the ship itself, but good enough to soften the landing... the Kroot missed. Shaking as though his body's innards weighed more than the rest of him. Mortius held on for dear life as he lurched forward, his arms barely keeping him attached to his seat. Wrapping his feet behind the legs so as to make sure he didn't fly forward, instead towards the ground. To his fortune, neither happened, instead his body threw itself back onto his seat as the ship slowed to a stop.

      Heart racing and nearly in his mouth. Mortius immediately checked around, The Kroot was fine, the Primaris was as well. The navigator surely was no fool... and the Ork... why couldn't the Ork have died... Stuck up against the wall as though the front of his body had velcro, that disgusting sounding laugh that Orks tended to have. This wasn't danger for the bastard, this was just a good time.

      "‘dat was fun, i felt ma dink'n boggle around 'n its skull. Kan we do it again kroot, more fun dan shoot'n 'da kannon on a wagon."

      Mortius could only sigh in defeat.

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      • #33
        A shaky landing, once they had landed, he had quickly removed the belts keeping him from flying over, and stumbled out. "Let's... Not." He simply replied, hearing about how the ork wanted to do this all over again. Figured the stupid animal would survive this. He took a few breaths, "So it wasn't the Kroot. You're a lucky alien. He looked around, "What's everyone's status? Any injuries?" He said. He was fine, a bruise on his leg but such a thing was only pain for now.

        And they had another objective now. Who shot us down, why, and how do we make them pay?

        He also called out, "Where are we, and how far are we from a city?" Seeing Eucaleys already preparing for a shootout, he readied his pistol as well, a minor weapon, but he was no fool, he could take care of himself, and while he was tall, he was thin, able to easily take to vertical cover if need be. He simply hoped this wasn't the prelude to an ambush...

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        • #34
          Dekker helped cover their blind spots as everyone filed out of the dropship, looking around as he could safely do so, drawing his pistol as he scanned the slightly wooded areas bracketing them.

          "I recognised the lake as we fell. We are about an hour's walk from the starport. However, that isn't the issue...."

          Dekker kept an ear out and there it was.....Speeder thrusters and the rumbling of tracked vehicles. The less-level terrain made them much more viable than other forms of ground activity.

          "Get in cover behind the ship. I'll talk to them first. If they do anything other than help me, shoot to kill."

          After everyone was in position Dekker hid his pistol behind his hip as he waved the incoming people closer. "Over here! My crew was injured in the crash and the ship won't take off again. Are you part of the rescue crew?"

          the lead Speeder's driver stood up, a small smirk on his lips. "Afraid not, Dekker...."


          Dekker's own lips snarled as he drew his gun, perfectly shooting the man in the head with his hotshot laspistol, ducking behind the docking door of the ship. "Yeah I knew that already! CREW, OPEN FIRE! LEAVE NONE ALIVE!!!"
          A Shadow is merely Darkness in the presence of Light




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          • #35
            Here he went again... Into another mission that could potentially lead to his death... Life was so fun, he thought, as he cracked his neck and followed the Rogue Trader outside, where blood began to be shed.

            "Open fire? We're not wasting ammo on these insects." - said Quiller, as he started hurling large boulders and solid chunks of the ground at them. A rain of solid materials had started to drop on them in a single second, but Quiller was already out of ammo. He took a good look at the only one among his crew that looked like a projectile, thought the situation through and recalled the knowledge his mind had been imprinted on the Tau about neighbouring species throughout the galaxy...

            "On second thought..." So he grabbed the ork with both arms and sent him flying against the speeders, hoping it'd make them collide or at least cause a great amount of chaos.
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            • #36
              McDaniels took cover, holding his autopistol out, taking off the safety. The cretins...

              Despite this, his mind swirled with questions. These could be mere bandits, but he had his doubts that they'd time this so well with the recent shoot down. Was this planned? Were those men working with these assailants? It was likely. "Leave one alive if possible, I want to question them!" He barked out, hiding in the cover, peeking out he could see that the land speeders seemed to hold five men each with open cockpits. For now he was biding his time behind the ship, no reason to take aimless shots with an autopistol, not when two perfectly valid attackers were here, Eucaleys and Mortius. He was hesitant to rely on the psyker however, and instead simply told Mortius "Shoot the drivers before they surround us!"

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              • #37
                However one might expect a Primaris Psyker to act in a situation like this, Eucaleys might subvert those expectations. He slammed his helmet on and tore into combat.

                "CREW, OPEN FIRE! LEAVE NONE ALIVE!!!"

                It was almost as if Eucaleys were a small child on Christmas morning. Without speaking and with little effort, he would step forward only to use Objuration Mechanicum on the enemies. While it was tempting to combo multiple abilities together, he needed to remember his training and the fact that he was fresh out of rehabilitation. After all, the Warp could be very fickle.

                And with that, he would open fire himself, basking in the glory. Should his Objuration Mechanicum work, he may be committing to overkill. His lascarbine would be spamming shots rapidly while he gave no regard for Goolblitz' health or safety. He was grinning like a madman underneath his helmet.
                Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                NO...!!

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                • #38
                  Goolblitz was not one of exceptional intelligence, that... couldn't be ignored. From social cues to basic things like mathematics, it was a wonder how he was a Mekboy, though this was the case with many of the Mekboyz. A natural adept skill at the way things ticked on a mechanical level. Orkz came with seven senses, the five fundamentals, the connection to the Waaagh!!! And for Mekboyz, the construction and deconstruction of contraptions of all sorts. That skillset was not being focused here, instead his lack of common sense was. Standing in the middle of no man's land. Raising both his arms, fixer in hand.

                  "Jus wait ova 'der, Iz kom'n right up ta get some uv dat gud stuff!" He yelled towards Dekker, beginning to take a step forward but stopping immediately as Quiller, the large pilot grabbed him with both hands and tossed him like he was a lightweight. Now soaring towards one of the land speeders' pilots.

                  "ERE WE GO!!!" He yelled in the air as he was feet from his destination, in a panic the pilot ducked to the side, turning the ship towards the side as well. Instead of landing on squishy 'umie, he smacked headfirst into the reinforced metal hull of the speeder, some of his teef falling out into the seats. He slowly raised his head, dopey smile and all as the crew looked in horror at the sight of an Ork being on their speeder. Immediately they drew their weapons before the sound of something going wrong with the engine turned both their attention and Goolblitz' to the craft itself as it began going around in a circle like a helicopter out of control. Grabbing hard into the groove, Goolblitz hung on with his legs almost flapping in the air as the craft plummeted towards the ground.

                  The crash was hard, but ultimately, Goolblitz was fine. The crew however, squishy as they were, likely did not take the impact as well. Realizing his opportunity, he raised his fixer and would begin to go to work clobbering them over the head with it. It was no gun, but certainly a metal club over the head didn't feel all that better.
                  Mortius watched as Quiller tossed the Ork towards the speeders, though the Ork was useful as a ship fixer, he couldn't help but feel relief seeing the Ork heading towards a sure death. As the Primaris yelled to charge forward, Mortius brandished his autogun, bullpup design made for the hardened slums of Crixos. He was used to having tons of cover, here it was mostly open. A few... trees (what a rare sight), the dropship, and the foxhole created by the ship crashing. Rushing out, Mortius made a quick pivot to his left side, hiding behind one of the ship's angular "catchers" as he quickly called them. Exposed ship metal that split from the main ship during the crash. He popped up as the Speeders began to crash down and stop working.

                  His training and instincts kicked in, his eyes locked in on the crewmen, his grip resolute on his gun as he began to fire in controlled bursts at the accuracy few beyond Judge could manage. With these blessed bullets, he would protect both his crew and his future.

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                  • #39
                    The attacking group had expected a bunch of dazed and confused fools that would die in quick succession. They were to kill any who resisted, capture any who did not and leave Dekker to their superiors if he was akong the living.

                    As it was, utter frakking havoc ensued instead. That Dekker knew they were not who they claimed was surprising but perhaps not unexpected. That he was such a good shot was also suprising but not unexpected.

                    A Kroot strong enough to chuck large boulders and then an ORK at them? Who the Throne expects crap like that? That alone would be plenty to ruin any plans.

                    but then the Psyker charged them and their engines and firearms locked up. The speeders crashed to the ground harshly, one flipping and tossing its occupants savagely out to the dirt, leaving it upside down. Those that coukd stand were quickly cut down by the incoming fire and one unfortunately close Mekboy bashing heads in like so much overripe fruit. It was a savagely executed plan, all more or less completely unspoken.

                    Dekker grinned lightly as he peaked out and saw only a few among their would-be attackers left in any kind of shape of life, trying to crawl away from the insanity of what had just happened to them. It seemed this small group he had chosen would be of great benefit after all.....provided they didn't kill each other in between assaults.

                    "Well done team. Police these bodies and bring any who are alive enough for McDaniels's need for interrogation. I have an idea who sent these fools but let's make sure. Goolblitz, see what you can scavenge from these Speeders. Their engines will be shorted out due to our quick-witted Psyker but we may be able to repair the ship and fly ourselves into the city a bit easier. At the very least we can sell their weapons off that we do not need ourselves for a quick bit of throne-gelt. Quiller, do you have room for our various forms of loot in the ship that shouldn't make too large a mess?"

                    Dekker holstered his pistol as he walked among the dead, searching for anything important among their clothings and weaponry.
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                    • #40
                      We'll try, green eyes... - thought Quiller, after hearing what the human McDaniels had said. He'd never cared about hostages unless he needed cover or a meatshield, he was a Kroot after all, and a mutated one at that. Absorbing information right out of someone's head would be a pretty easy matter... Clearly his crew was not aware of this, so he'd have to tell them at some point, but he was fine with interrogating someone the fun way: Breaking bones, punching their eyes out of their sockets, preventing any future chance of reproduction by smashing their sexual organs... You know, lite stuff.

                      Dekker asked him a question about storage or something. Quiller had been a bit too busy thinking about interrogation methods but he understood what he'd heard. They were his "kindred" now, they could store their weapons alongside his own if they needed to. He made this much clear to the group without making an explanation that felt too cutesy or friendly.

                      He then walked up to the ork with a smile, noticing from the moment he'd thrown him that the green glob of gibberish that was the crew's mekboy hadn't stopped having fun, which Quiller interpreted as a good sign.

                      "High five!" - said the Kroot to the Ork, rising his arm, doing a gesture of comradery he'd seen among humans.
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                      • #41
                        Blood and viscera covering him, Goolblitz didn't mind, in fact, he took it as a boost of both ego and pride. Goolblitz the Mekboy, fixer of Dakka, killer of 'umies. That would show the other Orkz, he was more than just some basic Mekboy. And he had done it only with his own two hands and the fixer he was given from birth. As close to bare handed as possible. His eyes were aflame with both greed and happiness untold as he looked at the guns... so many guns. So much scrap. With something like this, they could easily fix the ship in a few hours tops, make some new guns, make things faster. It was as if he was feeling the rush of euphoric joy that could only come with hard substances. But he was a sober Ork, high only on the adrenaline running through his body and his orkyness.

                        "Sure fing boss!" He yelled to Dekker as he started first with the guns, ripping them off their emplacement and carrying them to the dropship. He would begin the process of stripping some of the speeders, keeping three for their own personal use. As he walked past Mortius into the dropship, Mortius could hear the Ork murmuring after headbutting Quiller's hand in a makeshift high five.

                        "I fink i'll kall ya stubby..." As he was looking at one of the machine guns. That Ork was something else...

                        "If you wouldn't mind Dekker, I have some experience in interrogation tactics, if it's not too much, I would like to assist in helping Daniels." He asked the Rogue Trader, either way, yes or no. He would afterwards search the dead bodies for any signs of identification, for some of the dead bodies, there wasn't much left to use to identify them, be it documents or... body. He would keep overwatch in the meantime as the crew worked on bringing the surviving foes in for interrogation, and Goolblitz worked on getting the potential scrap in.

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                        • #42
                          One surviving enemy found no quarter. Though more than one had already been secured by the others in pursuit of interrogation, Eucaleys' laser focus did not leave another who had tumbled out of his shipwreck, spine clearly severed and unable to do anything else but pull his shattered body away from Eucaleys in futile terror.

                          Was he begging for his life? Was he doing anything necessary for survival?

                          LEAVE NONE ALIVE!!!

                          Eucaleys dropped his massive boot on the man's torso and grinned under his helmet at the gushing of blood from his mouth. "There's no kill quite like overkill!"

                          Whether or not he screamed at the top of his lungs was unconcerning to Eucaleys as well, though they certainly did. The torture Eucaleys administered was gratuitous. He got real close and personal with a blade. Eucaleys didn't care what they were babbling about in their furor to get him to stop, even if the information was of benefit to the group. To the others (and the other survivors soon to be interrogated as well, much to their potential terror) only an explosion of gore and viscera could be witnessed at the end of it; a veritable rain of guts and gore as Eucaleys' armor steamed, splattered with blood. He removed his helmet and basked in the carnage. It was then that his focus would go towards McDaniels, Mortius and the crew who were preparing to interrogate the others.

                          LEAVE NONE ALIVE!!!

                          Eucaleys picked up steam as the bloodlust had not left his eyes, moving in what was damn near a full-on charge towards the survivors. If nobody intervened, the order to LEAVE NONE ALIVE!!! would resonate too deeply for him to control himself. Though, this could be a boon to their group, if he could be stopped, that is. After all, there's nothing more terrifying than an unhinged Primaris going on a rampage to help coerce a survivor into giving up information, even if that information only leads to a swifter, less brutal death.
                          Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                          NO...!!

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                          • #43
                            Having put himself on overwatch, Mortius had a keen eye on the entire area. Paying special attention to Eucaleys as he walked up to one of the survivors of the cruiser that had flipped over. Crushing his back and rendering him virtually immobile. Mortius watched Eucaleys breathing change rapidly from the calmness he had seen on the ship, to constant, like his body was beginning to turn into some primal fight or flight. The next words made Mortius grip his holstered side arm, though he stopped himself when he remembered the value the Primaris had to the group, instead, going to his belt and keeping his grip on his shock baton as Eucaleys approached the group, running to stop Eucaleys in his tracks. Covered in the blood of his sacrifice, looking less like a respected Primaris of the Imperium, and looking more like a warrior of Khorne, or lost in the lust of Slaanesh.

                            Mortius held his hand out.

                            "Primaris, I'm ordering you this moment, stand down."

                            ...

                            ...

                            When no response came, he whipped out his baton, electricity crackling like a tesla power generator, stabbing it straight forward for the Psyker's belly. Mortius then stepped forward and put his leg behind the back of Eucaleys' leg, letting go of the shock as he then sweeped the Psyker to the ground. Locking the Psyker's arms behind his back.

                            "Calm yourself!"

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                            • #44
                              Normally, this kind of defense would have meant little to Eucaleys. However, he had tunnel vision. He heard the order to stand down, but, didn't really process it. He had ignored Mortius entirely.

                              Until he was being shocked and taken down. While he could have fought back and caused some serious problems, his heartrate had reached a fever pitch and then dramatically began calming down the moment he slammed into the ground. His body had locked up, and he couldn't move temporarily from the shock baton.

                              Calm yourself!!

                              This order Eucaleys processed. His breathing calmed - as much as it could despite the fresh surge of pain and electricity - and he glanced over at the survivors. Ah, right. They were being interrogated. Of course. He gazed up at Mortius as if they were in some strange embrace.

                              "I... understand now. I couldn't..." Eucaleys tried to process his words but fell back into silence. He made no illusion of the fact that he didn't care for the Imperium of Man and thought little of his status once as a Primaris. He only cared for the power the position once meant he held. If he couldn't control his power, he would be put down over and over again. He gritted what remained of his teeth and nodded confidently at Mortius as if he understood and actually respected the order, even if verbally processing an apology of sorts felt out of his control right now.

                              "I'm fine. Proceed."

                              Provided Mortius would let him up unconditionally, his bloodstained and terrifying, towering form would loom over the survivors. They would know full well that he caused their engines and weapons to malfunction and how much of a rabid dog he could act. This petrifying gaze he gave towards them would hopefully be additional motivation to speak in addition to whatever the hell McDaniels could get out of them.
                              Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                              NO...!!

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                              • #45
                                It was at that moment that Glenn put a pistol to his head. "We don't need a loose cannon like this."

                                His response was simple and without mercy, but in the houses of the navigators you had to control your men, else they become liabilities or traitors later.

                                "I'll shoot him myself! We don't need a bloodthirsty hound that can't follow orders, what happens the next time he snaps?" With that said, he was still aware of who was in charge, he wouldn't pull the trigger, not yet, not until Dekker gave the go ahead. Admittedly a formality, given he hardly imagined he'd be so foolish as to say no.

                                "You're wrong to refer to him that way Mortius, he's not a primaris, just a dog."

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