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"Possibly but there are legends about the Unborn Retributiom, attempets to create greater Space marines, rumors but some rumors are true."

Hunter nods to Atlas who pulls out a holographic projector;

"We should remember that Daemons are not the worse things on that ship, far foul things lurk there."

"How can I help Commander?"

Hunter moves towards the newly arrived Snipers who he bows to them before showing them a holoraphic image of a Space Hulk;

"It's called the Unborn Retribution and were going aboard, Syrath reports several information data storage devices that could help against the Employers."

"Then it is agreed. But we need to bring some equipment with us, so that we can at least take it down before we leave. I think that we have a choice between myself taking some equipment so I can interfere with the engines, or we take a bomb. Interfering with the engines will be more quiet, but the bomb will make it more certain that the ship will go boom."

"Why not let Beltayn and myself deal with the integrity of the engines? The rest of you may wish to assault other points of vital interest. However I assure you, the engines will not continue to function after I have come into contact with them."

"Sounds like a solid plan. Like a divided assault. We should think about attacking the control room, and life support. Vital systems which will need to be taken down."

Syrath warps away as Hunter moves forward;

'A large Warp signature is nearing the area Shas'O, and three unknown class Drop-ships are also nearing the area, should we open fire?"

"In my opinion you should lock on to them with whatever you have in the way of long distance docking aids, and hit them with a full power burst, suck them into one of the hangars and disable thier weapons with a jammer. Infantry can wipe them from there."

"We are locking on now but the Space Hulk may damage our systems, it's approaching now."


A large green portal opens allowing a massive Space Hulk composed of a large Imperial medical ship and several smaller Chaos frigets and Ork Roks, the ship forces the Chaos Drop-ships to move away quickly.

"That, is a big ship," Kais said slowly, in slight disbelief, before regaining his posture. "Fire the docking aids. Beam them up (scotty)."

"Sir tractor beams down, our power has been heavily drained by the ship that just arrived. Were using what we have to keep our life-support and engines running, the Chaos Drop-Ships are moving towards the Space Hulk and are ignoring us completely."

Ludias turns to the shas'o
"We are outgunned here. If that thing is draining our eergy just by being here then we have two options: Get out of here or fight bak sharpish. Boarding topedoes would be best.

Hunter moves towards the Tau and Assassin before summoning Syrath;

"The Daemons scouted the Chaos landing points and the ship, no real crew on board. Syrath reports there are life signs but they don't properly register on the Radar."

"New types of Daemons?"

"No, something strange. They do not posses any real life sign and warp signature and are feral, they are stalking the Chaos marines entering the Hulk though and are using the vents to move through the craft."

It was at this time that Beltayn approached the group, overhearing their discussions.

"I would say that it sounds like genestealers to me. The crafty buggers get into many of the space hulks cruising the warp, but I have not heard of tyranids masking their bio readings. I am not sure what you have encountered but regardless we should all engage it with extreme prejudice."

"No. I can seance Genestealers and these things ain't Stealers, while the Genestealer may be one to take shelter in the common Space Hulk I don't believe they would here however Tyranids could inhabit it. We should move quickly and follow the forces of the Iron Warriors and force the two into combat letting us gather the data before they destroy it."

Ludias draws his sword,
"How about I just capture one?"

Syrath turns and laughs;

"You want to capture one? Really Sniper do you believe you can?"

"I can with this"
He pulls out a bullet with a band of pure black running around it and when Bel's eyes widen he grins.
"what you thought I had run out of them?
"I cant believe you kept one."
"Been saving it for a rainy day"
The Shas'o looks over mildly bemused.
"Would someone please tell me what that is?"
Syrath agrees
"I would appreciate knowing as well sniper,"
Ludias grins behind his mask again
"This bullet is a simple one. It has a core of warp mote and the black band you see here?"
he ponts to it
"Thats a disk of pure dark matter. Got a orb of the stuff of an Eldar merchant in the Galian Belt. When it touches warp substance it rapidly expands and stabilises absorbing material until it covers the host cell. Then it spreads, multiplying until it completely covers the victem. But will stop if there is no more warp essence to touch. Once the victem is covered it solidifies until it has near diamond hardness. But is incredibly light and seems to defy gravity slightly. This allows one to simply grab the victem and run. Perfect for snatch and grab. All you have to do to get the victem out is simply fire a plasma shot at it. The whole lot desintegrates. Dont ask me why or how but I think it has something to do with the heat. Anyway. One shot will trap a daemon of any size as long as it was made in the warp, and as we know all of them are."

"Great, now we have to get aboard. Grab my hand and be quick, I'll warp us aboard and we'll find one and be quick. I don't want anyone to think were holding hands or something."

Ludias casually slots the bullet into the pistols chamber.
"Dont hold on any longer than you have to or this bullet might be for you. And I may not be so Inclined to break you out."
He looks at Bel'
"You coming with?"

"I'm not a bus but I want this to be quick so if you're coming do it now."

Syrath sighs in boredom as Hunter raises his hand to the Daemon.

(we should wait for warork)

Yeah.

Beltayn puts stands next to Ludias and puts his hand on his shoulder, looking into his eyes behind the mask.

"No Ludias, I have decided to become a pirate captain and sail away leaving you to deal with this yourself..." He said as seriously and yet sarcastically as he could. He was silent for a moment, leaving Ludias to wonder if he was serious. "Of course I'm coming, what else would I be doing? I swear you Mon' Keigh ask the stupidest questions..." He finished good naturedly and turned to Shas.

"When you are ready Shas O' so will we be." He confirmed.

Ludias chuckled gently into his sealed mask, the sound only for his friend's ears.
"Well now thats a fine plan. I guess I will see you in 15 billion nautical miles?"
He laughs again as the Eldar looks at him in bemusement?
"What miles?"
"Dont worry about it Bel'. Human reference."
He heard the Eldar mumbling as the shas'o and himself layed a hand on the Daemons shoulder and were whisked through the warp.

For seconds the two could see the warp but soon forgot as they were slammed into the solid steel plates of the Space Hulk. Syrath looked around and raised his claws in a defensive position;

"We better move."

Kais stood up, a little dazed, but brushed himself off, and said to the others.

"Okay then, lets get to work."

"ARGHHH!"

A Small ugly beast stood at the end of the corridor, its back covered in metal and wires while its head covered by a large steal helm covered in scratches and dents. It snarls again and runs forward furiously raising its claws and sprinting towards the group.