Cremutus looked up in agitation as the collision alarm continued to blare. This noise was a familiar yet surprising addition to the constant hum of his power pack, and the loud banging of his forge hammer on the steel of the blade he was crafting. He contemplated turning off his aural receivers but remembered he had not taken the life of the Corpse Emperor's followers in a few decades. 

As the ship shuddered and the sounds of metal twisting where heard down the companion ways Cremutus picked up his helmet, of ancient design the Mk V helmet had served him well since the Heresy and Luther's betrayal. He quickly subjugated the machine spirit that was surprisingly still active within the core of the suit. And booted his modified targeting matrix. 

Placing his hammer down he turned to the wall on which is favored weapon, Slaughter Spitter, hung. He reverently picked up the Combi-Melta. Making sure that the correct lubricants where applied still, the correct sigls etched into the housing and the mark of Tzeentch was scribed on each individual bolter round. All where according to plan. He hefted his Power axe testing it's power field briefly. The smell of ozone assaulted His senses and He knew the weapon was ready. 

Heading out from his personal Manufactorium. Deciding the best place for his war-craft would be as a rock on which the False Emperor's followers tide of bodies would break. He headed to where the fighting was thickest on [i]The Unrepentant[/i] and prepared himself for the coming battle.