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Amelia? [Flicks through vox channels] Amelia!
[Looks concerned] Benny, we need to head in the same direc-
[Looks around] Benny?

He was right here... [Confused] [Sees the custom stormbolter on floor] [Sheathes sword and grabs it] [Lets loose and carries on toward objective]

*clicks in disappointment as his laspistol runs dry*
*sheathes it and draws an axe*

It is better to lead them from the objective. This way, you robotic creatures!

*slowly fights his way towards a hallway in the opposite end of the room*

*Crawling through a very tight access tunnel*

*Stops and puts Magnum with a flashlight in mouth*

*Restarts crawling through a now lit tunnel*

OOC Aliens anybody?

Alrighty. I just thought with dead comms... [Looks thoughtful]
[Hears very unmanly screaming from a nearby maintenance room] Benny!
[Rips open door] Get your... whatever those are.. off our commissar! [Grabs a large servitor around the neck and hauls it out of the room] [Benny is curled up in a ball being jabbed at by its various mechadendrites and arms]
Someone lend me a hand here! Literally! [Struggling]

*Vox headset has been picked up by a cleaner servitor*

*Still crawling through tunnel*

*turns around and sighs*
*axe goes flying across the room and hits one servitor*
*sprints towards Yarrick and starts frantically stabbing servitors*

I only have so many blades with me.

*space wolf busts through a grate near benny and throws the servitor halfway across a hall before peppering with bolter shells*

Hello commisar. * offers a hand up*
That ones pretty dead... * walks up and crushes skull with boot*

Dead...

*space wolves back up b2j with. A volley of bolter fire and several plasma bursts helping to clear the way *

[Laughs with Blackjack] You did better than me, I only brought one arm.

Benny, fella, it's gone... [Leans down] You need to get up.
[Benny stays curled up tightly with hands over back of neck]

... Tell me he doesn't have a port there.

*space wolf scans his mind*

Not that I see. Just a tad shaken up yarrick.

[Reaches over and pulls his hands away] There's a minor port, it's not new. [Lets go, and Benny covers it up again]
...I'm going to murder Verviedi if he survives this.

[Sighs and stands back up] We should move.

*looks at yarrick* we go with you. You may need some heavy lifting...

We can hardly leave the commisar. I doubt the servitors will leave hin alone.

*rips axe out of a fallen servitor*

*helps benny up* come on commissar, you need to keep going, get out of this place.

*Hands kroot a combat blade, * that... well more a sword to you but... it works.

We could. He knows what he got himself into. He came mentally unprepared to a warzone. [Looks frustrated]

... [Rubs temples] I'm sorry.

*sheathes his axe and takes the blade*
*gives it a few test swings before nodding*

It is a little bulky, but the size is good.

My lads will look after him. We are not going to let him get hurt yarrick. Trust me.

*Falls through the tunnel and lands on face*

Oww...

*Looks up to see a dozen battle servitors*

Oh. This is a bit awkward...

*Pulls spare pistol out of pocket*
Apologies, I lost the other one. It was hit by a stray bullet.
Take that doorway over there. I'm recieving pings from the AI aboard the ship.

OOC: Apologies, I'm travelling to the Outer Banks. Have been in a car all day.

Good. I do feel some responsibility for him...

Alright, let's get back on task. [Draws power sword]

I'm not detecting any more-
*Pauses to melt a Sicarian*
-Threats.
500 meters to go. We will need to breach the door to the umbilical connecting the ship to the trench dock.

*Taking cover behind a fallen servitors body*

*Occasionally peeks over to fire a round or two into a servitor*

*Gets hit in the organic shoulder and spins around from the force*

*Grunts and leans back on the servitors body*

Teaches me to be cocky...

*space wolf sticks a medical foam into wound with a painkiller*

Keep ya going Spartan, come on we have a saga to make! *Charge down several servitors turning them to scrap*

How'd you get here so fast...

*Collapses back onto the servitor*

*Waves away any more medical help*

I'll be fine, just give me a minute to catch my breath...

Space marines .... we do fast. We do it well. It's our job

*Offers a gauntleted hand*
Come on, we have to kick some servitors metallic backsides.

*Waves hand away*

I'll be waiting for my fiance for this one...

Fiance! Ha. I owe marla now!

If you need catering, accommodation, halls or booze. We your wolves.
We did Marla's wedding. It was a good event

*Laughs weakly*

I know...I was there...

You still have Marla's heals she got too drunk to wear!

She knows how to throw a party that's for sure.

I'm sure I'll find them somewhere. Only so many places I could've put them.

[Follows Verviedi] I have concerns.
What stops you from seizing control of this and wiping us out after?