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I returned to my chambers. There i found the forging equipment, i got to work. I began with the design i decided it should have the form of a knight. I began forging But i found a huge obstacle the weaponry that was needed. I needed to find a mechanicum storage area. There i could take some of the rarer equipment and the weaponry to finish the construction. I returned to work i finished around half of the chassis when sergeant antioch walked in my room, he had a proposition.

Hectoris walked into Dreph's chamber.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE US?!"

Dreph lay motionless.

"WHAT DID WE DO?!"

Still Dreph lay perfectly still.

"Kalar?"

Hectoris came closer.

"Captain?"

Swimming through the dreamworld created by his sus-an membrane in response to the damage wrought upon his body Marius Aloysus came to a dark place. Entering, he found the same Eightfold Star carved upon the floor. At each of the cardinal points there was a rune carved into the wall. Looking upon them made Marius sick to his stomach. To the North there was a brass rune that blazed with heat and dripped a constant stream of blood onto the floor. To the South, the rune seemed to whisper beautiful promises to the air, and was a joy to behold. To the East the rune seemed to pulse with a strange, other-worldly light, constantly change in style and colour. In the West the rune was cracked and rotten, and air of decay leaking into the atmosphere. A creature came into being before each of the runes, each matching the style of the rune they stood before. A creature of brass, fire and blood, roaring with anger and bloodlust. The she-daemon, seductive as never before. A creature that constantly changed it's shape and form, with an air of mystery and knowledge to it, and finally an creature of rot and decay, swollen and malformed.

"Welcome, warrior," they intoned as one. "Now is your time of testing, now you must choose which of our masters you will serve, as your brothers have."

The creature from the North step forwards. "You will serve my master, Kharnath. He seeks mighty warriors to lead the fight in his name. Your brother Hectoris has already sworn himself to my master. You have left a trail of blood across the Galaxy in your wake. Join my master, and you shall be a warrior as never before." it grated, its voice hoarse from bellowing praise on a million battlefields.

"A warrior I am, creature, but a warrior must know more than the joy of the battlefield. There is more to life than the spilling of blood. I reject your offer."

The creature roared, and lunged towards him, a sword coalescing in its grasp, before bursting into flames and vanishing.

The daemonette spoke, its voice silky and attractive, and Marius turned to face it. "You already know the offer of my master, Slaaneth. Will you now accept it as your brothers Faberon and Segari have?"

"I told you no once before, creature, and that answer still stands. Begone, and take your promises with you."

The creature hissed and vanished, leaving behind a cloud of bittersweet perfume.

He turned to the creature in the East. "And what offer do you wish to lay before me?"

The bird-headed creature chuckled. "My master, the Shaper of Ways, has no use for you. He has already claimed your Captain, Antioch and the neophyte Rephosus."

The creature vanished, folding in upon itself.

"I have an offer for you, from my master Nur'gul" gurgled the creature behind him. "Serve my master, and he will end your pain. Serve my master and you will never die. You will be an eternal warrior, knowing nothing of fear or pain or death. This is your path, as it is the path of Nero. You have proven this by banishing the others. My master is pleased!"

"I reject you as well, creature. I serve the Emperor, and I serve my lord Fulgrim. Begone, and let me be."

The creature burbled "The great Four will not forget this slight. Our wrath will seek you out, and you will drown in its storm."

With that the servant of Nur'gul collapsed into a pile of rotten gore, and the temple vanished, leaving Marius alone again.

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Antioch walked in to see Rephosus, clearly, the young marine's blessing was with machines. Perfect. "Rephosus, our company is in danger, we must take what we can, find Marius, and get the company out." He showed the young marine the frigate which he planned to hijack. "The Skitarii will be all that stand in our way if you can shut down the auto defenses. We need to get the company out soon, or I fear the worst."

Hectoris saw the Captain lying on the floor. H elooked rather dead.

"Leave him," said the Daemon "he is dead. Good riddence."
"That is my brother and Captain, I will not leave him here-"
"He is a damned sorceror!" the Daemon spat. "He serves my master's rival, Tzeentch and wields tricks and magik in battle, instead of fighting like a real warrior!"
This brought Hectoris up short. He hated psykers. He loathed them. He would never fight amongst them. He had refused even Fulgrim's direct orders to fight beside Librairan Malnier, and earned himself a week's penance in the process, a debt he had gladly paid. He hated them almot as much as he Angron or Dorn. He would tolerate Magnus the Red of the Thousand Sons, for he was of the Emperor's bloodline.
Hectoris spat on the captains body. He left and made immediately for the frigate. "Rephosus, I am coming. Those Skittrai will be dead by the time you get there. I swear it."
As he walked, Hectoris asked the Daemon, "Who are you?"
The Daemon took several moments in answering. "I am a Herald of Khorne."
"I thought your master was Kharnath?"
"He goes by many names. Your grey armoured brother, lead already found us weeks ago in the Warp. They sent some veterans, their armour the colour of blood, to learn. They all died but a score of them. Their leader was Called Argel Tal. You may know of his Legion. They have named the Dark Gods. My master has been named Khorne, and he is pleased with that."
Hectoris was not familiar with Argel tal, but he knew the Daemon spoke of the Word Bearers.
"But What is your name Herald?"
"I too have had many names. My favourite was Scarspite. ou may call me Spite or Scar if you wish."
At that point Hectoris turned a corner to see several humans worshipping. They were more cultists. The same, 8 pointed star as before was on the wall. It sickened him.
"Kill them." said the Daemon. "They worship the Dark Gods, but it shall be a nice excercise to test your power."
Hectoris was currently unarmoured and unarmed, save for his plateel whip. All of the cultists held laspistols or autoguns. Several hald chainswords and on, an enormous man the size of an Astartes, held a massive Power Axe he had to clutch in both hands, obviously stolen. Hectoris strode over. The group rose, aiming their weapons.
"My lord, "said the one closest to him, " we were, uh, just..."
hectoris swung the chain in a wide arc, wrapping it around the mans neck, before spinning. The chain followed his path and the man crashed into the wall, exploding in a tide of gore. The ones with guns raised their weapons. Before they could fire Hectoris' chain was out again, slicing through heads like a blade. He wrapped it around one man's body, the cultist struggling. Hectoris had crossed the distance in a single bound and punch his fist throgh the man's torso, blood and splinters of bone flying. Then there was only 3 left. one held the chainsword, the other a pair of daggers. The large man, who Hectoris was an Astartes, stepped forward. Hectoris recognised him as Kildreth of the 11th company, a recently promoted Terminator, by far hectoris' superior in combat skill. Kildreth was renowned for kill serveral of the Laer in personal combat, unarmed and alone. Kildreth swung his axe, Hectoris barely doging out of the way. He could not win.
"Allow me to aid you, Hectoris" came the harsh voice of Scarspite. "Allow me to become one with your body."
Hectoris felt a tug and then.he became Scarspite.and Scarspite became him.

Scarspite dodged from the next axe swing with speed and skill impossible for even an Astartes, leaning back enough so that the blade missed him by a hair's breadth. Scarspite whipped the chain, binding Kildreth in a vicelike constrictor. An evil grin spread across Scarspite's face as he twisted his hand slightly. Red flames shot up the chain, engulfing Kildreth. He screamed his agony as his flesh flayed and his bones turned to ask, all but his skull which was black as coals. His ashes and skull fell to the ground, his axe alongside them. Scarspite quickly took advantage of the horror that aparalysed the two remaining cultists. He lashed out with his still burning chain, as if whipping an animal, and the tip, just the tip, struck the man with the knives. His body exploded in a flash of gore. The last man dropped his chainsword and ran as fast as he could. Scarspite flicked the fallen of axe to his hand using his foot, catching it one handed and hurled it at the fleeing cultist. Scarspite girnned in satisfaction as the axe clove the man in tain. The Hectoris was back and Scarspite within him.

"Antioch, I am on my way. Tell Rephosus to send servitors to clean up corridor 33 Alpha. There is a little mess here."

Aloysus wandered for a while through the dreamspace, thinking on what he had been told. His brothers, most of his company, had succumbed to these powers or so they claimed. Even the Captain had fallen. He didn't want it too be true, but so many of them had been experiencing strange dreams and Segari had actually hosted one of these creatures within himself for a time. There was too much evidence for what the daemons had said for him to disregard their words.

As he walked he noticed the area around him change. It grew darker. Suddenly there was a door before him. He entered warily, keeping an eye out for the daemons that he had seen earlier. He came into a large vaulted room, with pillars around the edge of the room.

"You need not worry about the minions of my masters brother's here" hissed a voice. Marius was on his guard instantly. A pair of red eyes flicked into being across the room from him, in the shadows between two of the pillars.

"What are you, and what do you want with me?" Marius asked.

"As with my cousins, I have a proposal for you, from my master. As for what I am..." The creature stepped forwards into the light. It looked like a giant lizard of ancient Terran myth. It was pure white, with pitch black armoured scales running down it's back, tail and upper limbs with bright red eyes. It walked on it's hindlegs, in the crude parody of a man. "I am a Herald of Malal, fifth of the gods."

"Daemon" Aloysus breathed.

"Yes. But hear me, I feel my proposal may be more to your liking than those of my master's brothers. My master wishes to offer you the chance to bring retribution to those who have forsworn their oaths of brotherhood to you, to your Legion, to your genefather, and to the Emperor. He will grant you the power do do this if you promise to hunt the servants of his brothers wherever they may be found."

"I do not believe you, creature." Aloysus growled. "My brothers would never abandon me."

"My master does not expect you to. I will come to you again soon, when your eyes have been opened. You will be allowed to choose then. But now, awake, and see the truths I have told to you!" the creature commanded.

Marius awoke and cried out in pain. He looked at the chronometer on his helmet display, next to the pulsing orange rune representing his status on his visor.. A full day had passed since his wounding, yet his brothers were nowhere to be seen. They must have know that we was seriously wounded, yet they had left him on the field. He tried the vox, calling for help, but there was no response. The daemon had spoken truly - he was abandoned. He pulled himself to a pillar, propping himself up against it. The wait of this betrayal was too much for him to bear. Between the crushing realisation that his brothers had forsworn him and the pain of his wound he passed out into a deep and dreamless sleep, slumped against the pillar.

I accepted his request. With a grin summoned 10 servitors to bring my equipment to the ship. After that i left off to the docking bay i left in a shuttle underway to the mechanicum ship.
I arrived.

I saw them around 50 skitarii in perfect formation disabled until they where needed. I walked towards them and spoke an ancient incantation. ''Sharag uzgay mahin tzeentch give me your power.'' With a blast all of the machinery of the ship turned over to me. The skitarri awakened and hoarded all the human personnel in a holding cel. I walked up to the command area i saw a high ranking genetor around him lay 5 skitarri. I walked up to him and said. ''bow down to me. Follow me and i will empower you with the power of tzeentch.''
He said ''I will never bow down to the creatures of the emperean.'' I smiled and with a magical spell lifted him up in the air and i smacked him on the ground. After that 4 skitarri appeared and dragged him to the holding cells.
I opened my vox channel and said. ''Sergeant antioch i have dispatched a stormbird with 10 skitarri to pick up sergeant aloysus. You can take a shuttel to the ship nobody knows what happened here. My only request is that i get access to all the weaponry and technology here as well as the minds of the servitors.''

Antioch had another flash of wisdom, it revealed to him his Brother, Aloysus. He saw an image shimmering of Aloysus on the planet, propped against a pillar and severely injured. Antioch realized what he needed to do. This was to be his action to prove himself. He had used an unorthodox means to advance his knowledge, for the sake of perfection. Surely he could still be used by Fulgrim and the Emperor for a good purpose. Unfortunately, the actions of his company were to far gone. Though he was a son of Fulgrim, and of the Emperor, he was not of the Emperor's Children. The brothers of his company were his only brothers. They could still band together and fight for the Emperor, but they could not do it in this way. The next crusade would cause the destruction of the company, he must be the one to deliver them. Mightier warriors, like Dreph or Hectoris, would win the battles, but he must liberate the company first. "Rephosus, find Hectoris and Dreph, take the frigate from the Mechanicus. Find followers who are radical, not of the mindset of the rigid Mechanicus of Mars, but those who are willing to fight for the Emperor in a more secret way, not on simple crusades of mass destruction." After giving Rephosus this message, he went to the hangar. Stepping in, a techmarine walked up and asked his business. Having forseen this, Antioch had already drawn his sword, and the Machine marine was dead before his sentence finished. Several combat servitors turned to face him, he gunned them down with his bolter. Running to the Storm Eagle, one of the 9th Companies 4 remaining aircraft, he got in. He opened the hangar remotely and flew out of the hangar, toward the planets atmosphere. The foresight flared again, guiding Antioch to his brother. He saw something else, the flying vehicles, the ones who had taken the sword. He landed in the Labyrinth, so he wouldn't attract attention. Venturing back on the path the marines had taken many hours earlier, Antioch found the sight of the battle. Just as he began to search the rubble, the round, flying machines came from above. Antioch fired at them with his bolter, shooting several out of the air. Behind them there came a horrifying metal beast. Similar to the "Lords" they had fought on foot. This however, was flying. It was floating on a large square platform with one round edge. It came toward him, swinging a massive Scythe, somewhat axe like. It flew directly at him, as he made a sweep toward Antioch, he rolled under the massive blade, hitting a booster on the side. The hulking monster spun, and Antioch slashed at its opposite side, hitting another. He found, however, that all this did was level the platform out. The Lord could still hover though his ability to sustain flight higher than a few feet was now very limited. He came at Antioch again, this time, the marine saw that he could not avoid the blow, unless he.... "Yes" His thoughts echoed, "Do it". As the Lord swooped in with a stroke to cleave his head from his shoulder, he slid forward under the body. Antioch wasn't as fast as he had hoped, and his helmet was bashed upwards and off by the Warscythe, the top of his head burned with the heat of the a booster, burning the flesh on the top of his head. He was enraged, and prepared to impale the Lord on his next advance. His idea did not go as planned, though he impaled the Necron on his blade, the momentum carried them both to the ground, lodging Antioch under the machine. The lord seemed dead, but a few seconds later, its green eyes flickered back to life and it spoke, "You may have immobilized me, mortal, but your life will still end. The Scythe flew down toward Antioch, The foresight flashed again, though this time Antioch felt different.. He felt as if his foresight could provide a counter. As the weapon followed its deadly arc, a flash of blue light came from Antioch's eyes, and the instrument of his death exploded, along with the arm of the Lord. Antioch's new found hope faded when he saw the bladed fingers of the other robotic hand reaching down for his throat. "Go to hell, Damned Machine." He heard a voice say, and the chest and body of the Necron exploded in a white hot light. He pushed the body off of him just in time to see Aloysus fall, his smoking Combi-Melta still clutched in his hand. He retrieved the weapons of both of them, and picked up Aloysus. Though a few of his bones must have been fractured in the collision, somehow he carried Aloysus back to the Storm Eagle, where he set him down, and collapsed himself. He heard the voice of Rephosus, and replied "Do not dispatch what remains of our ships, I will bring him to you." He flew the Storm Eagle to the docking bay of the Mechanicus frigate, and when entering the hangar, he stumbled out, and collapsed.

Dreph Kalar twitched, then moved. He had been resurrected. Trias left his body in a bolt of blue light. The energies of the Daemon had blinded him.

"Wh-where am I?"

Hectoris entered arena B, where the entire 9th Company was assembled, or what was left. Previous engagements had left them with few squads left. His own squad, the Jaded Watch, had been at just 8 strong when he had left for Pyrona, 3 in care for injuries. Now there were just 5, including himself. Recent promotions to Battle Brother saw the Griffin Brethren and Archers of the Rayven at full strength. Only Segari, Rephosus, and Antioch was missing. Kalar too, but he was dead. Magnus with his Terminators wearing their new armour. An empty suit, for him, stood nearby. The Knights of basilisk were down their Sergeant, Aloysus. Two rhinoes were already prepped and loaded into ther Thunderhawk Transporter.

"Brotherhood of Orion! I call upon your services. The Warmaster, Horus L:upercal, has requested our presence at his war council. You all rember the kindness the Luna Wolves showed for us at our founding! Let us return the favour, and join the Sons of Horus, scions of the Warmaster. We will travel to the erastern Fringe, where we will met up with the a company from the Iron Snakes. the Iron Snakes are a chapter of the Ultramarines, their 3rd to be precise. We shall honour our brothers and stand before whatever foe awaits us. Brothers, will you answer the call to war." A massive warcry was his answer.
"Lord Fulrim is not to be informed, by order of the Warmasdter. this is covert mission.
Griffin Brethren, meet up with Sgt Antioch when he docks the Storm Eagle. When he gets there, get in. Tell Aloysus to head to the Thunderhawk Transporter. He will pilot. The Knights of Basilisk will go with him. Archers of the rayven, Sgt egari has been briefed and should be waiting by the Thunderhawk Gunship. He will pilot. The jaded watch will accompany me aboard the Stormbird. Rephosus will be on the bridge of the "Mechaniucii Venatus." It is a small firgate but is capable of harbouring the Stormbird, Storm Eagle, and both Thunderhawks. We will land in the hangers on the port side and then we will use the Warp Travel to travel there. You have 1 hour to gather equipment and supplies. ETA at the Eastern Fringe is 52hours, so pee before you go." This aroused a chuckle from the warriors assembled.

"Sir, what about Captain Kalar?"

"He is, in his room. he won't be joining us. As ranking marine on this mission, I will be Commander at Sail and Force Commander. I expect you to show me the same respect you do our Captain. Sergeants Aloysus, Segari and Antioch will be be my seconds and Rephosus, Nero, Faberon and Magnus, along with Gannicus and Markus after them. Dismissed."

Faberon, although barely able to remain conscious, felt great honour at having been named one of Hectoris' favoured. He walked as proudly as was possible for a crippled warrior towards the dock where Antioch would be arriving. He was thanking the Gods...
As he walked, a strange image drifted into his thoughts. It looked something like this and from behind it came a voice.
"...we sshall help your injuriess heal, give you the sstrength to fight a thoussand armiess, and much more, little one... What doess your emperor offer you...?"
Faberon gritted his teeth. Each ounce of his training was telling him to resist with all his might, but his hearts weren't into it.
"...you know that we offer you the besst deal of all... None elsse can offer thiss emotsion... Why not ssimply accsept...?"
Faberon found himself truly feeling what this... thing was saying, yet felt that it would be a big step to accept. He banished the image for a short while, thinking as he moved towards the hanger, revelling in each jolting pain his steps gifted him.
Eventually he reached both the hanger and a decision.
"Almighty God," he siad, and paused....

..."I accsept"...

The burning agony and power that coursed through his vains was pleasure like none other. He knew that he had made the wrong decision, that eternal torture and suffering awaited, that there was now no way out, and best of all was that he didn't care in the slightest.

I walked towards the hanger, i saw some of the ships leaving the flagship. I had 20 of the skitarri in perfect formation to give the brotherhood of orion a proper meeting.
All the systems were fully operational except for flying operations i got in a trance i saw M'gash again. And he said. ''You have made it far i will give you a mission if you succeed you and i will both grow in power you must take total control of the machine spirit of this ship if you do so you will have complete control over it, and we will be blessed. The soul grinder L'arash will owe us if we sacrifice the techpriests that are loyal to the dragon of mars he will allow us to summon him once in battle!''

I kept waiting. I accepted the challenges and blessings. M'gash dissapeared again with a smile. I opened my vox channel and said ''sergeant i am in full control of the Mechaniucii Venatus. As you can see i and through that you have complete control over the ship. All the prisoners are in the holding bay. You can use this ship as you please but i need to tend to some pressing matters. Now when you arrive you can find me in the armory some of my skitarii will lead you there.''

I walked off towards the holding bay and found some cultists in one of the holding bays. They where praying to chaos for salvation i opened the cage and said ''are you searching for chaos?'' They said. ''Yes my lord, lord nurgle has promised immortality and salvation!''
Hearing the name nurgle already filled me and M'gash with anger. I ordered their direct execution and be burned to ashes of the cultists. The skitarii got to work. I walked off to the holding area of the techpriests. I began making the sacrificial circle. But i heard someone running towards me it was the head electropriest. He bowed down before me and said. ''I am ready to serve master. Lord tzeentch will be pleased with you in control of this ship. I saw a very small group of tzeentch cultists behind him i ordered them to go to the armory and prepare weaponry at our arrival.''

Dreph staggered through the ship until he came to Aloysus' room.

"Sir? Is that you?"

Dreph turned about wildly.

"Aloysus? Where am I?!"

The Sergeant staggered up.

"You're on the Pride, Captain. Are you alright?"

Dreph walked aimlessly about.

"I think I'm blind. I can remember a prison.."

"Captain, why have you not been taken to the Apothecarium? Why has Hectoris or one of the others not taken you to have augmetics fitted? And why did you abandon me on the surface?" Marius asked angrily. "Come with me, I'll take you to the Apothecarium. What has happened to the Brotherhood of this Company? The Brotherhood of Orion, and yet you are left blind in your chambers and I am abandoned to die on a world swarming with enemies. Something is wrong with this Company, Captain. Once you have new eyes I suggest that you seek the Primarch's guidance, before this company collapses on itself."

They reached the Apothecarium. "Apothecary, the captain needs some augmetic eyes fitted. Call for me once the surgery is done." Aloysus went to one of the ship's dataengines. "Locate Sergeant Caecilius Hectoris." The machine whirred and produced the code of a launch deck. Marius set off for the flight decks at once.

Emerging on the flight deck Marius saw the remenants of his squad assembled. "Hectoris!" he bellowed as he marched onto the deck, resplendant in his newly patched power armour. "What is the meaning of this? Why is the company transferring ships, and why, in the two days that you have been in orbit since the fight on Pyrona, did you not take the Captain to the Apothecaries to have augmetic eyes fitted. You left him blind and alone in his room. I want answers, Hectoris, and they had better be good."

Antioch stepped in, hoping to settle things down.
"Hectoris had assumed command of the company and organizing them, although his lax behavior in this manner is unsettling, we must keep from fighting amongst ourselves. Right now our highest priority is to get off this ship. Hectoris, you take the company, head to the Mechanicus vessel where Rephosus awaits. Aloysus, our company is in trouble, let us go recover our captain, and get off this ship."
Antioch walked towards the door of the hangar.

Faberon was inside the storm eagle when the call came over the vox that something wasn't going to plan and that although we couldn't be told what, there would be a short delay before we left.
Content that nothing pressing would be happening too soon that I stood much of a chance of knowing about, I called forth the daemonette of slaanesh from inside me, and sank down into a seat, looking to the others as if I were simply meditating.
Following his daemonette guide, he stepped through paths that normally only psykers could see, and saw the vast majority of the crew possessed, showing up far brighter as dots in the endless void. He saw the anarchy that was going on; the warring that was happening and would continue to happen throughout the company. And he saw how those that served other Gods cared nothing for feelings or emotion. One only death, one only pestilence, and one only endless plotting that could never lead anywhere.
Then he looked upon his own guide through what would remain of his life. And he saw that it was good.
His guide would offer them all so much: The emotions, the power, the enhanced weaponry that would pour pure feeling into an opponent until their brain itself was overloaded.
He knew now that he had one task ahead. To unite the company, no, the chapter, or possibly the whole galaxy under she who thirsts. He spoke to his guide.
"You know what I want you to do right now." She nodded. "Do it," he said, and with that she prepared to call the daemons of the 9th company together.

After a new set of Optics had been integrated into his Auto-Senses, Dreph Kalar wandered through the halls of the ship.

Why had he left Aloysus for dead? What had made him so selfish?

Dreph came to his room and began to meditate on the questions.

I ordered all armed forces to gather in the ship docks.
There i saw them 200 skitarii lined up in perfect formation. Next to them i saw 30 of the famed legio cybernetica robots along with 2 of their handlers. On the other side 200 cultists armed with lasguns and some special weaponry from the forge. And there was my personal pride.
My recently finished knight. 20 Techpriests were still finishing some of the last configurations. I walked towards the command staff a group of 4 high ranking mechanicum officials that joined me. I stood before them and all four of them bowed to me. One of the magos explorators stood up and said to me. ''My lord we have over 300 prisoners i advice we convert them to skitarii and servitors. As they aren't willing to join our cause.'' I nodded and he and 25 techpriests left off. I walked towards my knight and asked. ''So how far are his configurations?'' The head forger said. ''Yes my lord the machine spirit is almost completely ready for being piloted. The only thing left for you to choose is its weapon configuration.'' I thought about it and decided that the best option for a command unit would be a long range configuration i ordered. ''Install a plasma destructor along with a power lance on it make sure that it is ready when my sergeant arrives!''

I opened my vox channel and said. ''Sergeant Ceacilius everything is ready for your arrival. I have successfully gathered around 500 soldiers to fight under my and through that your command, and that number is growing. Could you give a ETA of your arrival or should i send some escort craft? I am awaiting your arrival.'' I turned around and walked back to my position next to my command staff awaiting arrival.

Marius' vox bead buzzed. "Sergeant, the Captain's surgery is finished." Aloysus turned to Hectoris "This isn't over. I will be back, and I will have answers." he turned and spoke to the rest of the assembled marines "Until the Captain says otherwise noone leaves this ship. He might be my friend, but I don't care what Hectoris has said or will say on the matter. After leaving your captain blind I do not trust his judgement on this venture. This Legion has a chain of command, and it must be followed. Remember that. You get your orders from the captain, and you do not act unless told to by him, or by someone authourised to act in his stead, which at this moment in time Hectoris is not."

He noticed Hectoris swelling with rage but he ignored him. "Knights of the Basilisk, with me. We go to see the captain."

He turned his his back on Hectoris and headed for the exit, his marines falling in around him. His squad would not be involved in this foolishness.

Antioch stepped forward as Aloysus came behind him and ordered the Basilisks back to the loading area. "We may be attacked or stopped, going alone is better. Remember that Hectoris is the second in command of this company, Aloysus. He is, for now, the voice of Dreph, who is the voice of Fulgrim, Who is the voice of the Emperor." He opened a vox to Hectoris. "Leave a Storm Eagle for us, we will recover Dreph and escape."
He followed Aloysus, who had not even met his gaze yet. "The top priority is the whole company, not just one man Aloysus. I already broke that rule, when I flew back to the planet for you. We must hold together, we are brothers." Aloysus glanced back as if in deep thought. By this point the 2 marines had reached the med-bay where Dreph was being treated. As they prepared him to depart, an Apothecary walked up to them and said, "I have been ordered to hold Dreph here, to be investigated and for the questioning of the actions of his company." Antioch gazed into the eyes of the healing marine, he did not want to force his way out. He foresaw the potential repercussions of killing him. "Please Brother" He pleaded, in a voice so in a convincing voice he never realized he had possessed."Do not question our actions. Let us depart." The marine seemed in thought for a long while before finally saying. "Fine, you may pass, but I will not be held responsible."
Antioch went in front, while Aloysus ventured behind Dreph as the led him down the corridor to the bay. As he walked further, 2 marines stepped out in front of his path. "Brother, they said, we have been ordered to to detain you for questioning.." Just as Antioch was contemplating what to do, an explosion rocked the ship. Warning lights came on and a wall exploded, sending the marines in front of him flying into and through the opposite wall. "We have a hull breach," Antioch shouted "Run!" In the din and explosions, no one noticed the 3 marines slip into the the docking area, The rest of the company had already left in their shipsm and one Storm Eagle remained for them. He pushed Dreph and Aloysus into the Storm Eagle and they took off toward the frigate. A crescent shaped fighter appeared in front of them, and Antioch fired the Lascannons on the wings into its rear, and it exploded. Then he saw 2 more fighters behind him. They blew off the tail tip of his Storm Eagle, it was a good thing that they were in a vacuum, making the balance less important. As they neared the frigate, Antioch shouted in the vox, "Rephosus, get these damned things off my tail!"

Peering out of the dock-shield Nero saw a Storm Eagle in critical condition being chased by strange half-moon fighters.
"Nobody uses my mark." He said, silently hpoing that someone would hear him and make the connection to the Mournival. He ran to one of the autocannon turrets and opened fire, mulching the ships and allowing the damaged storm eagle to fly in safely

"This is ridiculous. What business do we have on a ship of the Mechanicus?"

I ordered the crew to run towards their stations I shouted ''Have all the anti aircraft weaponary prepared to shoot down anything that you spot. Do not falter smite the enemy from the skies don't give them a chance to fight back save your fellow humans!''

I opened my vox channel and asked sergeant antioch ''Did you save the captain? come here ASAP i have provided cover withdraw to the ship you will be save here.''

Nero was getting mad. He grabbed a jetpack from a rack and sealed the exhaust vents on his armor. Despite the shouts of confusion and disaproval rising from his company he had had enough gak. He hurled through space and landed in the hangar of the Pride, confusing the holy living hell out of Aloysus and Dreph.
"LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS! WE ARE A COMPANY, WE ARE BROTHERS, WE ARE SPACE MARINES! I AM THE MOST OUT OF PLACE ONE HERE, AND THAT IS CURRENTLY YOUR GREATEST BLESSING, BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I DO NOT FEAR TELLING YOU THAT YOU ARE BEING IDIOTS! WHEN THAT STORM EAGLE COMES BACK WE ARE GETTING ON IT AND GOING TO THE MECHANICUS SHIP! THERE IS A REASON, OUR WARMASTER HAS GIVEN US A MISSION! A MISSION THAT WE WILL DO, NOW GET READY TO MOVE YOUR ASSES WHEN THAT SHIP GETS BACK." Nero barked, frothing at the mouth inside his armor, literally shaking from fury.

I'll grab a Terminator spot. I've always like the Emperor's Children, mostly Prey Heresy. Terminator: Hestar Velamon

Hestar began as a lowly scout in the 9th Company of the Emperor's Children, and rose up to the position of a high Terminator. When not seen fighting alongside his brethren, he is seen fighting at the front lines.

It would be awesome if you could post your character with more info in the OOC thread.

The Storm Eagle touched down on the deck of the Mechanicus ship, and Antioch, Kalar and Aloysus disembarked. "You came after all!" Hectoris said. "Aye," replied Aloysus "It seems you have laid our path before us, and as your Brother I am bound to follow. We would not be the Brotherhood of Orion if I did not."

Aloysus turned to the Captain. "We had better get out of here. Where shall we head for?"

Antioch watched as Nero stepped forward and informed the Captain that the Warmaster needed their aid. "I think this would be the best course of action as well. Assisting Warmaster Horus should be our first priority."