Cremutus took aim once more, taking out a handful of the ratings in the horde the sergeant was attempting to rally. With four more bolts fired he had less than half of the magazine left in his bolter. He knew he needed to take out more of these men quickly before they became a threat again. He leaned forward slightly and prepared his leg servos to stand at a moments notice in case these imperial vermin decided that they would try to overwhelm him with bodies instead of attempting to shoot him.

Surprisingly the ratings rallied, and fired a volly of las bolts at Cremutus. They still quaked in fear and did not even come close to hitting the rubble he was near, much less wounding the warpsmith. Cremutus Belted out a harsh laugh from his vox grill, startling some of the ratings. He shouted “Your Emperor is rotting on his throne and your prayers will not be answered, I am Cremutus, Astartes of the First Legion. Flee now or die painfully.”

Cremutus Fired his Bolt gun to underlay his point, three more men dropped to the floor unmoving. The Warpsmith had the defense of the ship well in hand at this point. The imperial navy had forgotten how to fight in the last hundred years or so. His brothers of old would be disgusted at what he was forced to fight in this battle. 

Quickly surveying the scene around him, He saw that one of the human crew was up in the scaffolding above him, firing bursts of las down into the ratings and armsmen. This man was accounting almost as well as Cremutus himself had. He noted the injector rig, fairly unique and looking rather home made. He decided that he would approach the man after this battle was over.