[@Necroes][@Sophrus][@Klomster][@Wraithblade6][@BCTheEntity]


All was confusion for Vedius, all around were unfamiliar things happening that in his ten-thousand years or so he had never seen before; members of the Mechanicum turning into black mists, a Greenskin capable of blowing apart enemy warriors at a whim, and a lone member of the First Legion, all gathered aboard what had previously been a vessel for his own legion and was now somewhat of a tomb instead.

As the ball of psychic power launched itself toward the mutants, unseen as of yet by Xepherial or himself, he too launched himself out of the projectiles trajectory and landed heavily behind a jutting piece of bulkhead that had pierced the floor of the ship. With his sense of unease growing, an odd sensation for any Astartes to feel, he plucked his dropped bolter from the floor and glanced about as mutants began to die by the hand of swirling black clouds and the Dark Angel annihilated another of the remaining creatures.

Who were these interlopers? Why were they here? How long had be been asleep?! 

Could things get any wo-

“There they are!” Came an amplified shout from somewhere behind the mutants, further bursts of bolter fire coming from the doorway beyond, “neutralise the enemy, in the name of the God-Emperor!”

Feminine forms appeared from the doorway, their corset like bodices of black and their symbol the fleur-de-lys, all manner of weapons clutched in their hands and the fanaticism in the eyes of those that went bareheaded  was visible even from this distance.

“What is this?!” Choked Vedius out loud, his voice a robotised burst of puzzlement, “warrior women? God-Emperor?”

For one moment he believed that they might be able to solve this without murdering one another, but something stirred within them as they clapped eyes on his purple armour and the golden symbol of the Aquila, something that bought explosive-tipped bolts toward him like a hail of rain...one which he hardly avoided, tossing himself over the cover which he was behind and landing hard on the other side.

Things had just gotten far more [i]interesting[/i].


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These walking sacks of food had been fortunate so far, for they had evaded him...but that time was now over.

Now gathered in enough strength to overwhelm them, gathered up as he was within one of the vent shafts nearby, the Broodlord squirmed and screeched as he sent out a mental pulse which gathered to him a veritable army of Tyranid organisms – some pure Genestealers and others the rotten and human like rabble of further generations – all prepared to lay down their lives for the Hive Mind and the Broodlord in particular.

A powerful lunge of his legs and the creature was off like a rocket, the rest of its kind hard on its heels, drawn to the ensuing conflict as a shark was drawn to blood.

It was the foremost oncoming wave of nattering and hissing creatures that Lucius was about to encounter, the corridor filling slowly with them as they sought out new bio-mass to consume, the only other way to go being actually [b]toward[/b] the sound of battle coming from nearby - it was either that or try to fight the Tyranids on there own.