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In any normal circumstance, Merric would fight an enemy alone, but something about the android chilled him to his bone, stored child good memories, the tunnels he and friends played in as children, ever worrying mothers, falling through a crack int he ground to come face to face with a wall of mechanical men...
Merric shook himself out of it, and ran forwards.
Renal allowed himself a moment of triumph, and it nearly cost Sirius his life. He only just grabbed the lych guard's shoulder before the slash could end Sirius' life. As it was, a deep gash opened in the thick chest armour around Sirius' chest. Avicus howled in pain. The blade had nearly hit bone beneath the layor of armour and flesh. Avicus went down to one knee.

Vargard Dred pulled himself to his full height, and began running to meet Merric's charge head on. As he ran, he lowered his left shoulder into the charge; it was damaged anyway and he knew it could still take a hit or two before compromising his safety that much. As they closed, he powered up his fist as well, ready to follow his shoulder up with a vicious punch or several.

Lychguard #192 swung his shield around to smack it into Renal's face, hoping to dislodge his grip whilst trying to swing again at Sirius with his Sword. He knew he was in trouble, but he desired to bring one of the Terminators down with him.

Lychguard #307 hugged himself closer to Avicus, with his shield between Avicus' weapons and his body. Literally hugging under Avicus' guard he began sawing his hyperphase sword back and forth in Avicus' leg, causing splurts of blood to spray out of the wound.

Renal closed his fist and pulled his arm, as well as some necron backwards as he was pushed by the shield-bash. Avicus tried to reach around the shield, but the pain from his violated limb was near dehibilitating. So he did the only thing natural, he managed to link the tips of his fingers and began to return the necron's hug.
Sirius managed to put his arm about, and went to grab his opponent's wrist before the blade could puncture his shoulder.
Merric stumbled back as his chest was slammed by the necron, the damned thing was stronger, alot stronger, than it looked. And his neck gave a painful jolt as he was punched in his helped face. One eye-piece cracked and red warning runes flashed to one side of his vision. He did something the lord surely wouldn't expect. He squered his shoulders and head-butted the necron

It had seemed like just a blink,but suddenly Nathaniel was in a completely different location,no longer was he on a lush jungle world,dueling with Eldar.
He was in a cold,dark room,a dim light was all that illuminated his figure,he had no time to scan his surroundings,a loud warcry bringing him to his senses.
A swift order was yelled close him:" Get 'im boyz!",instantly a hulking green figure charged at him,his crude axe raised to strike down the Astartes.
Nathaniel smirked as he slashed the ork apart with one fell swoop of his power sword,a second Ork met the same fate mere instants after the first.

A quick glance to his left showed his companions in similar states,Antiges scythed through all opposition with his sword,bullets roared from Tarvitz' bolter as Torgaddon rammed his shield straight into an ork's face.
Apothecary Gideon was not as lucky,half a dozen boys,led by a hulking brute smashed into him,Gideon's chainsword swiftly dispatched two of his assailants however thee Nob's Chainaxe tore through his torso.
A sickening churn sounded as metal clashed with metal,Gideon's white armour soon resembles Nathaniel's,a deep,red hue splattering upon it.
"Gideon! " was all that Nathaniel could mouth before the apothecary's body hit th floor with a loud thud.
Rage overcame him,just as he was about to charge Antiges' voice sounded through the vox: Regroup on me,we must make our way to Brother Gideon."

The Astartes regrouped with unmatched discipline,tearing through the ork warband like a sword tears through paper.
Nathaniel fought his way to the nob,barely dodging his axe before using his power sword to tear through the ork's wrist.
The opening was not left unused,Torgaddon brought his hammer down on the nob's head no sooner than the beast's axe had hit the floor.
Mere moments later,the remainder of the orks had been slain,Tarvitz bent down to check on Gideon,a slight shake of his head marking what they had feared,Gideon would rise no more.
Nathaniel moved towards the Sanguinary Novitiate to carry him out of here as Antiges once more spoke: "No,brother,it is too late,we must leave him behind." ,Nathaniel looked at the Blood Champion,his disbelieve clear,even through his helmet.
Antiges lowered his head,looking at Gideon,It pains me to say but we have no choice,we have to get out of here fast,we cannot carry a burden.
Nathaniel nodded,a burden,was that all they became after all these years of fighting?

The Scions of Sanguinius split Gideon's weaponry amongst them before setting out,Torgaddon used his weapon to break through the glass leading ot the corridor,a loud bang resounding as his Thunder Hammer hit.
"There seems to be an ungoing battle about 740 meters north of our position." ,Tarvitz remarked,Antiges raised his sword in a defensive position and began walking,"Then that is where we go!"

Lychguard #192 suddenly turned all of his attention on Renal, hoping to catch him off guard. He swung the shield at Renal's helmet a few more times and brought his hyperphase sword around to try stabbing Renal in the gut as he was protecting his face.

Lychguard #307 guessed that the Terminator was trying to squeeze him to death in a Ceramite bear hug, and whilst that might work against lesser foes the solid metal body was strong enough to resist it. The hug did interfere with the motion of the lychguard's arm though and so he was unable to keep sawing. Unable to move his arm back and forth, he instead let go of the blade leaving it in Avicus' leg and then brought his arm up and slammed it back down on top of the sword and driving it deeper like a boot driving a shovel into the earth.

The Vargard's head bounced back after being head-butted by the Terminator, there wasn't any critical damage but Dred's Death Mask was cracked open and it impinged upon his vision. Therefore he ripped it off, revealing the true skull-like appearance of his head beneath. The destruction of that artifact enraged Dred and so he leapt upon the Captain, smashing him repeatedly in the face with his Gauntlet.

 TheCustomLime wrote:
The Black Templars met a door at the end of the corridor. It is a massive black slab with dimly glowing green runes running across it. Garithos's thin and pale lips turn downward in a steep frown. "Before we charge in, Marshal, may I give your helmet back?", one of the Initiates asks holding the officer's helm. "Yes, you may. Thank you Initiate Palen", he says. The Marshal accepts his helm and places it back on his head. "Now, all together, let's push this door out of our path".

All four Space Marines press their large shoulder pads against the door and use their considerable might to push it. With a quite audible whine the door simple raises up in reaction to the pressure applied. On the other side are the Grey Knights. The Black Templars raise their bolters upon seeing them but lower them when they realize that others are Imperial as well. Garithos rests his Boltgun on his shoulder and says, "Hail, Astartes. We didn't think we would see any other Imperials here. At least none alive".

The Grey Knights saw a door and heard it moving. Deciding to investigate, they approached the door, storm bolters and incinerator held ready. The door whined, and opened - the Grey Knights standing ready to attack whoever was opening it. What they saw, however, were the Emperor's own Space Marines, Adeptus Astartes of the Black Templars chapter. The Black Templars lowered their weapons, but the Grey Knights did not.

"Indeed, Black Templars. Prove us that you are no Xenos or some form of Chaos trickery."

Garithos frowns deeply underneath his helmet. A frown so deep and a glare so piercing that any mortal man would quiver in his boots at the mere glance of his expression. To the Grey Knights all they would see is a Mk. 7 Aquilla helmet with a bionic eye attacment.

"You dare question my loyalty to the Emperor? I am a Marshal of the Black Templars! His Eternal Crusaders! I lead goodly men, holy men into the maw of heresy and stamp out all that lay before me! Worlds have burned in his lordship's fires under my command! Many traitor Astartes have fallen before my blade gifted to me by none other than the Imperial Fists! I am a son of Dorn and the Emperor and his light shines within me!", Garithos says.

"Sir, perhaps it would be more pertinent to satisfy the other's request first", the Sword Brother says.

"Of course, of course. I can offer no concrete proof that we are not some Xeno or Chaos trickery. We haven't the tools nor the personnel for that. I can offer my submission to any tests you may require", he says, "What Chapter are you from? I can say that I have ever seen such iconography before".

"We are Chapter 666, the Grey Knights, the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus. We are the bane of Daemons and the Emperor's hammer. You do not know of us and will not know of us as you leave, for the good of the Imperium. Your word will suffice, for now." Grand Master Soverin spoje, lowering his weapons. The rest of the Grey Knights followed his example.

"First we shall have to find a way out of this place. I trust you do not know of an exit?"

D'Antine and Lorenzo moved in silence. Lorenzo had given D'Antine a brief history lesson and D'Antine had been brooding since.
Lorenzos bolter had been in hand ever since. He couldn't be sure he could trust the thousand son, but so far he had no reason beyond chapter loyalties.

They moved past a mass of shredded corpses, clearly the result of something far bigger and more powerful than they had witnessed yet...

 thenoobbomb wrote:
"We are Chapter 666, the Grey Knights, the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus. We are the bane of Daemons and the Emperor's hammer. You do not know of us and will not know of us as you leave, for the good of the Imperium. Your word will suffice, for now." Grand Master Soverin spoje, lowering his weapons. The rest of the Grey Knights followed his example.

"First we shall have to find a way out of this place. I trust you do not know of an exit?"

Garithos raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had heard rumors of the chamber militant of the Ordo Malleus but thought they were mere heresay and legends. The fact that they were real and that he was meeting them face to face was completely unexpected. Furthermore, their statement that he would not know of them when they left made him uncomfortable. Why did they need such secrecy? What did he mean by that? Were they going to kill him or do some sort of memory wipe?

"I know of none. We woke up nary a few minutes ago from a stasis here...", he says taking a glance backwards. He returns his gaze to the Knight. "We are also being followed by a Dark Eldar wych. Be wary as it is faster than any Wych I have ever encountered".

The Space Marines were talking. For now, there was no need to make their presence known to the colossal Astartes.

Meton gazed through the gloom, his visor letting him see as bright as day in the Necron corridors. He held his Exitus Rifle at the ready. If a threat that the Marines needed aid to deal with appeared, it was better that it was unknowing of the Assassins' presence. For now, they merely studied them. Black Templars. Grey Knights. Pious, zealous warriors. They would likely put the death of any Necrons they find highly in priority. This was good. Lots of death. Lots of noise. Easier to sneak by unnoticed.

They watched.

And waited.

Avicus released his hold on the autOmaton and began beating down on it's shield, determined to bash it into the ground as a howl of rage escaped lips that were not fully healed from the half-dozen sergeries followin his face being near melted.
Renal instinctively brought his storm bolter up, and in the instant it took the blade to cut through it, Sirius began raining punches upon the lychguard's skull and neck.
Merric was near-blind by the damage to his helmet, but experience kept him from removing it.
 He stood his ground, he knew he couldn't tire the robot out, but he jus needed a clear stab at that skull.

Lychguard #307 couldn't even hammer the blade further in now considering his arm was restricted by the Shield that was being smashed into him repeatedly. His Shield arm was beginning to take some damage from the repeated concussive hits but the shield took the brunt of the blows and his living metal regeneration was managing to heal the little damage that got through. The Lychguard grabbed the sword handle, and whilst unable to saw or push it deeper, he was able to turn it and so he twisted it and ripped it out of Avicus' leg. Lowering the blade parallel to the floor, he gained the wiggle room for a swing and brought his sword flashing horizontally round towards Avicus' other foot.

Lychguard #192 ignored Sirius' blows to his back and head; even though the beating from ceramite fists began causing micro-fractures within the affected areas, it was not an immediate problem. The Lychguard focused on killing Renal whilst he was vulnerable. In a parody of the earlier engagement between Renal and Lychguard #021, Lychguard #192 smacked Renal's power fist sideways with his shield and then swung his Hyperphase sword down in an attempt to take off the power fist arm at the elbow.

Vargard Dred calculated that the Captain's helment was structurally compromised by now and so he jabbed his gauntlet's fingers into the gap between the helmet and the armour and tore if off. Dred felt sure the end was nigh; the Captain's face was now vulnerable and he would capitalize on that opportunity.

Avicus screamed, causing pain to lance up his throat. The sword had cut to the bone, and now it was gone, blood poured from the wound. Avicus grabbed the neceon by whatever he could hold, and then with all his strength and rage, he hurled the damned machine at the closest wall.
Sirius brought up his flamer, and poured flame onto the lychguards back and skull.
Merric scowled as his helmet was ripped off, that thing the overlord was punching him with, he was sure his face wouldn't like it. But then, BINGO! the opportunity he was looking for, he side-stepped, drove his sword straight at the eye-socket.
The cut bit into Renal's elbow, but it was only a glancing wound, had it hit a half-Inc to the left, the soft armour would have given way and his arm would have fallen to the ground.

Lychguard #307 didn't recall ever being thrown before and he enjoyed the perspective of flight before slamming into the wall. His weakened left collar strut snapped upon impact and he slid down the wall before coming to a rest on the ground. He recovered himself and stood up, his shield arm had reduced effectiveness for the time being and he should wait for it to heal; he knew from experience it wouldn't take long, perhaps just under a minute. He began slowly walking back to Avicus across the room, allowing his arm to repair as he walked.

Lychguard #192 inwardly cursed as he failed to sever the arm, and now flames were engulfing his body and its heat was penetrating deeper through the micro-fractures caused by the punches. His sensors were being damaged and that would reduce his combat efficiency. Therefore he kicked Renal squarely in the chest, pushing himself backwards and using the momentum to swing around and smack his shield into Sirius.

The Vargard recoiled instinctively as the Captain threw himself forward and stabbed his sword towards his face, but he wasn't fast enough. Dred saw the blade pierce through his left eye socket; his eye stayed operational until the blade had managed severed its connection but it had been an extremely interesting perspective. The sword didn't get as deep as it could have done, but it did massive damage nonetheless. Dred pulled up a comprehensive damage report -

Left eye inoperative
Left microphone disabled
Communications suite short-circuiting
Sensor suite damaged but operational
Left arm still inoperative

Dred leaped backwards away from the Captain, getting some room and then he brought up his gauntlet and unleashed torrent of flame towards Merric's unprotected face. If the Captain survived, Dred knew he would have to keep him on his right side from now on because his left was basically useless.

Avicus was in no way able to charge forward, but anger alone allowed him to haul his injured leg into a half-hearted jog. He could see the ting healing itself, and he did not want that. His lightning claws flashed as he reached his target.
Sirius was knocked back by the shield, nearly falling and causing his leg servos to let out a high pitched screech.
Renal, on the otherhand, merely stumbled back a step, and shook his head.
Merric covered his face with his arms, and the paint blackened. He avoided the worst of the fire, but his eyebrows wre singed off.
As the flame stopped, Merric knew he had won. He stepped into the overlord's blind-spot, twisted around the machine, and his blade plunged toward dred's good eye.

When the flames cleared, Merric was no longer in front of Dred and so he realized that the Terminator must be in his blind spot. He spun as fast as he could but he couldn't even flail out with his left arm to dissuade an attack and the next thing he saw was that damned Eldritch blade stabbing into his right eye. After that, he saw no more. Dred screamed in rage and pain and swung wildly with his Gauntlet trying to connect with the Captain he knew was nearby. He literally only had his sense of touch and some limited hearing in his right microphone, but that was all, and he knew that this fight was over. Dred was apoplectic that a pathetic specimen such as that Human terminator had been able to best him, but he would return and have his revenge upon this Captain Merric.

You think you've won Hound of Loken? You have simply delayed your death and defeat. I'll be back.

Lychguard #307 calculated that he wouldn't have time to finish repairing and so accelerated to meet Avicus.

Lychguard #192 swung at Sirius as he was off balance, aiming for his already weakened chest-plate.

Merric took several steps back, and watched the flailing dred. He drew in, and wrenched Sirius' axe from it's shoulder.
The necron leader was no longer a threat.
Merric Quickly knelt and grabbed the dropped death mask from the ground, magnetising it to his belt.
"I'm sure you will, robot. But honestly, I do think I've won, for now anyway."
With that, Merric turned around, took in the condition of his friends, and threw the axe to Sirius. He turned back around, read to end the neceon leader.
Avicus' lightning claws swung, half wild fury and half perfect grace.
Sirius spun his axe, cutting through lychguard #192's wrist as the necron tryed to punch him.

Dred felt the Axe being ripped out of his back and he swung with his gauntlet but only caught air. He faintly heard the Captain respond through the crackling and static in his right microphone.
"I'm sure you will, robot. But honestly, I do think I've won, for now anyway."

The Vargard stopped moving, only rotating his head and trying to hear any sound of the Terminator coming to finish him.

Lychguard #192's hand was severed and dropped to the floor along with his Hyperphase sword. He knew it was over for him, but he was determined to do as much damage as possible and so he shoved his cut-off wrist into the gap in Sirius' chest-plate, trying to force it through and into the flesh and organs below.

Lychguard #307 was forced backwards under the attacks from Avicus, unable to properly lift his Shield he had to duck a lot more times than he usually would. His sword parried some of the blows as well, causing blue and purple sparks to occasionally light up the area. He knew Avicus would tire from his wounds and so all he had to do was wait.

Merric began circling dred, stepping back if attacked, he slowly began dissasembling the neceon with his sword.
Renal Grabbed lychguard #192 from behind, using his massive power fist to encompass the necrons entire head.
He squeezed his hand.
Avicus was beginning to tire, and blood still poured from his wound. He could only hope his friends would deal with their own problems and help him.

++Chapter Identified: Hounds of Loken++
++Loken: Garviel Loken: Great Crusade Sons of Horus Captain++
++Alert. Sons of Horus Legion: Excommunicate Traitoris++
++Traitor Filth Must Be Destroyed++
++Hounds of Loken Squad added to high priority targets++
++Search and Destroy++

Lychguard #192's head crumpled under the strength of the Power fist, but as it died it shoved its wrist as hard as it could further into Sirius' thorax. Then it phased out of existence as it collapsed to the floor.

Lychguard #307 noticed that Avicus' energy began to wane and also that Lychguard #192 had fallen. Therefore he had to attack now, and he did. He threw his whole weight into Avicus, taking both of them to the floor. He held one of Avicus' arms down with his shield and with his other arm drove his Sword towards the Terminator's face.

Dred was unable to walk, most of his servos had been damaged or destroyed. He could only limply hop like a man in a sack race and that embarrassment enraged him further as Merric systematically took him apart. His left arm had been destroyed entirely and the Tesseract Labyrinth had fallen to the floor. His right arm was still mobile, but the Gauntlet itself had lost power and was a useless hunk of metal weighing him down. He had become so disorientated in the fighting, and with his lack of vision and senses didn't even know where he stood anymore. The next strike by that Eldritch blade took his foot out at the ankle and he collapsed heavily to the floor, trying to recover but moving more like a fish out of water.

Stop playing with me and finish it mortal! Dred hissed at Merric, layering his words with all the rage he felt.

"you've proven a some what worthy foe, tell me how to kill you and I shall. Or..."
Merric leant down, and picked up the tesseract labyrinth.
"I could just put you into this, what did you call it? Tesseract labyrinth?"
Sirius had the breath knocked out ofhis lungs by the 'punch' but nothing very, well, Sereos.
Renal saved Avicus. He punched the lychguard from the side, and the force behind the blow sent it tumbling.

Dred snarled up at Merric, Tell you how to kill me? I think not. Work it out for yourself.
He raised himself up on his good right arm as a last gesture of defiance, You would not even know how to use an artifact of that power, so go ahead and try you primitive ape!
The Vargard hoped that the Captain would try and use the Tesseract Labyrinth on him; he was just as likely to trap himself as Dred.

Lychguard #307 rolled across the room and came to its feet. One Lychguard versus three Terminators, even with two of them wounded, one of which seriously, he knew it was not good odds. He therefore attempted to disengage and leave the area for he would be able to accomplish more and be more efficient if he didn't have to spend time regenerating in the core needlessly.

Before the Grey Knight can answer a cultist armed with a rusted pipe clutched in both hands wanders around the corner along with five others armed with similarly crude implements. Their clothing was once the uniform of a loyal Imperial soldier but is now tattered and defiled with the marks of Chaos. Skulls, captured Boltgun shells and even the helmet of a Militarum Tempestus Scion hangs off their belt. A patchwork gas mask with glowing green lenses covers each of their heads. Upon seeing the Astartes the lead cultist shouts in surprise. One of his men unslings his bolt action stub rifle, takes aim and fires a large round at Garithos. It hits his holy black armor with full force but doesn't even leave a single scratch. The cultist hurriedly pulled the bolt pack on his rifle causing a brass casing to fly out. Before the casing hits the ground Garithos raises his Bolter and fires a volley of five rounds at the Cultists.

Each round leaves the Boltgun's fist sized muzzle with a thunderous boom. Their already considerable speed is amplified exponentially by a rocket thruster situated in the rear of the round. Each bolter round has been carefully decorated with various oaths and vows by the Chapter serfs as if to deliver the word of the Black Templars along with their fury. In less than a second the first shell makes contact with the pipe wielding cultist. It punches through the disheveled flak armor and buries itself in his mutated organs. The force delivered by the bolt shell alone has already killed the mere human as soon as it touched him but that isn't enough. To make the righteous rage of the Emperor known his enemies must witness their comrades die in the most gratuitous of ways. No other weapon shows this better than the Holy Bolter.

The cultist explodes in a shower of gore. Only his legs and a strip of flesh that was once comprised a part of his torso is left. It falls to the ground in a bloodied heap. His comrades do not even live long enough for their minds to register this display of horrible violence. They too meet similar fates at the bite of Garithos's weapon. The black floors and halls of the Necron labyrinth is made red with the blood of the enemy.

Garithos turns back to the Grey Knight. Only a few seconds had passed since the Cultists had arrived. "Apologies, brother. As you were saying?", he asks.

"until we meet again."
merric did the only thing he was sure would kill it, he unloaded his 40 round box clip point-blank into the necron.
Renal shot his stormbolter, but as only one barrel remained operable, he missed. But Avicus was not willing to give up. He picked up the closest object, a large, razor sharp shard of glass, and threw it as hard as he could at the lychguard.

"Aye, the same has happened with us. Speed shall not matter for this wych. She shall burn in the Emperor's holy fire."

Soverin made a gesture to the, now dead, Chaos cultists.

"Destroying filth like them is our holy task. Killing Xenos is a lesser concern of us. We will need to leave as soon as possible, and must reunite with our brothers. Come, there is fighting ahead. Corrupted space marines are clashing with the Xenos keepers of this place. Perhaps we will find a way out through their deaths."

Grand Master Soverin had seen as much, using his psychic powers. Space Marines bearing the name of a traitor were fighting the Necrons of this place. He activated his halberd, letting the power of the warp flow into it through him, and he walked onwards, followed by his brethren.

"Traitor marines to kill and a chance to deliver vengeance onto the monsters that trapped us here? I would gladly join you in your journey", the man says. He turns back to his fellow Astartes and says, "Black Templars, follow me. Keep close and most importantly watch your corners. I know not of what horrors lie in this strange place".

The Marshal and the other marines follow in line behind the Grey Knights. The black clad super soldiers kept their Boltguns shouldered and swept the room around him.

Lychguard #307 retreated as fast as he was able. One of terminators had fired at him but missed horrendously and the other had thrown a shard of glass. The Lychguard reflected said shard straight back at him with his shield before dashing through a door in the wall. The door groaned shut with the sounds of motors and sealed behind the Lychguard, flush with the wall. Lychguard #307 headed for the nearest Teleporter room, planning to meet up with Dred again in the core after he had been defeated.

Dred faintly heard the words "until we meet again." from the Terminator Captain before he felt the bolts exploding against his body. He jolted and shook as his armour withstood the first twenty bolts before it began splintering and then the next ten bolts blew open his chest cavity. The last ten bolts exploded within his chest, blasting apart critical systems and turning his living metal body into a dead scrap heap. His smoking skeleton, glowing from where the metal had been tortured by the exploding bolts, stayed for a minute before disappearing in a flash of green reminiscent of St Elmo's Fire.

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Dred awoke in an aurora of bright green. He was angry. His limbs were being repaired and his body healed, and when it was done he flexed his new and unbroken arms before stomping off of the Resurrection pad. He stormed down the corridor to his personal armoury, he knew he could tailor his armament to deal with Terminators; perhaps a Tachyon arrow to punch straight through their armour or mind-shackle scarabs to force them to kill themselves. He laughed to himself, whilst those would certainly ensure that those Terminators wouldn't survive the day he knew he wouldn't select them. He picked up a Tesseract Labyrinth and a Gauntlet of Flame which was the same loadout he had used before; it was a matter of honour. This time though, when he fought that Captain Merric he would endeavour to ensure that no-one could interfere.

Avicus was already on the floor, and Sirius and Renal joined him. Merric paced, like a caged animal. 
The cracked death-mask felt heavy at his waist.
Renal slowly removed the armoured plates from his arm, taking a look at the thin cut at his elbow, it was barley a scratch really.
A paper cut compared to Avicus' leg. As he put his armour back on, Sirius moved to Avicus, and took the leg armour off. Avicus could do little but groan in pain.
Sirius took in the wound. The wound was deep, to the bone, perhaps even scraped the bone.
The blood clotting had done nothing to staunch t, and the skin around the wound was paling.
"It's always  you, isn't it?"
In reply, Avicus deactivated his lightning claws and loudly scratched it along the floor, creating a loud screech.
Merric laughed, still pacing in front of the black door that the lychguard had fled through. Sirius opened the ouch at his waist, and took out a small vial of blueish liquid. 
He had studied briefly as an apothecary, and over the years as a member of Merric's honour guard, he had had a lot to heal. Sirius poured the liquid into the wound, and immediately throthy fluid expanded with in the wound.
The healent foam would slowly dissolve into the blood stream over a course of several days, allowing avicus to keep fighting as well as quickening the healing process. 
Up next Sirius injected a shot of painkiller into Avicus armour dispenser. A few seconds later, Avicus made a thumbs up. 
Sirius, being the squads' "medic" was also considered it's  repair man. So he pulled a canister of semi-ceramite, a battle field repairs solution that quickly set into a substance of equal strength to standard ceramite, designed by the hounds of loken tech-order. Sirius filled the large hole in Avicus' leg armour, gave it a minute to set, and than put Avicus' armour back on his leg.
In the meantime, Merric had found a data console, and was having his armour interface translate as much data as possible.
He began more specific searches, trying to find anything useful.

EXIT
+++NO EXITS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE IN THIS SECTOR.+++
HOUNDS OF LOKEN
+++1 EXHIBIT FOUND+++
DISPLAY ALL RELEVANT  INFORMATION
+++ DISPLAYING+++
apparently, there was a hound of loken apothecary, once a member of Merric's predecessor's, the current chapter master, Solace's comand squad when he was first captain. 
Merric renders a map, and set a waypoint on his and his squad's visors. 
"who's this then?"
 Renal asked. He was too new to know of the times when Solace was first captain. 
"He was one of Solace's comand squad, back when he was doing Merric's job, dissapeared off the battlefield a year before Solace became chapter master. " Sirius replied.
"well, he's only been missing a hundred odd years then. Let's go find him, while we're waiting for a new exit."