[@Jb][@Jeddaven] Dahti stood victoriously in front of the gellar field generators. It was a bloody, butt well-fought engagement. The Magos smiled at the end of it, breathing a worthy sigh of relief. He accessed the secure channel on his communication array and called out to his retinue: "Martians, the enemy is fallen for the moment. Congratulations. Assist in recovery and repair, where possible. Eliminate any and all sympathies - the enemy is among us. Destroy all heretek. Omnissiah go with you." The commander then cut communications. He had to report to the bridge. He found himself following up just behind Sr. Agathe, but remained silent as he performed a strategic assessment in his logi cogitators as they ascended to the meeting area. -------------------------------------------- He and his Mariners had a provided something that any rebellion requires - crowd control. The Magos' personally constructed weapons of mass destruction, the Organic Reduction Response Unit, were quickly deployed at the front of the field when he had reached the enginarium. The Mariners took out long, fuse-like containers which magnetically attached to nearby surfaces. Remotely-released, the ceramite canisters were effectively massive fume-dispensers. On one hand, they had their ritualistic purpose - to sanctify an area; then they had their tactical purpose - to "[i]sanctify an area[/i]." Indeed, when the first wave of maniacal fanatics burst through the enginarium doors, the first wave of defenders moved back, to allow as many of the opponent into a controlled area. Then, when at a calculated, critical mass - [b]FOOM[/b] - caustic toxin spilled out onto the foe. The initial horror of the moment nearly caused a route, but the enemy pushed on. This was an interesting fact, Dahti thought. Something pushed them further, something forced them on...it was nothing less than chaotic force of will, of some being greater than any that came into the enginarium... ...it was concerning. More concerning was the fact that he had not heard yet of any captured leaders or commanders. Killing the infection requires taking out its source... ...Andamar should worry for his safety. Mutiny is bound to happen again unless there is a quick resolution. The quick transition into realspace was smart. Any longer in the Immaterium, the carnage itself would have attracted some...unsavory attention. The Mechanicus would have no issues in the transition department - they were quite literally [i]built[/i] to hold their position in the transition from the Void into realspace. But now they were here, in the middle of nowhere. Trying to find what they ought to do. This is not good. ------------------------------------------- "Commander Andamar, Magos Dahti reporting." The Magos entered the meeting with a salute to Lord Andamar and another to Sr. Agathe. "Great work out there, Sister. And to the both of you, apologies for the stench." The Magos would brightly smell of burning flesh, engine fumes, sulfur, ammonia, and all kinds of foul scents. "We've confirmed that there is a cell of heretics aboard the vessel, sir. Unfortunately, as Agathe has expressed, there has been no word of leaders being captured or executed. This leads me to conclude that the cult may reach into even higher-ranking members of the retinue you've gained, over time. The bowels of a ship rot quickly, if left unchecked - and this by no means could be your fault, as my Lord has only just obtained his vessel... ...no, someone has [i]set you up to fail[/i], I believe. [b]Mutiny[/b] is undoubtedly the conclusion of this infection should it not be cleansed. I am at your service, my Lord. You have my sympathies." The modulated voice carried a bold honesty found rarely in the Imperium, let alone among Mechanicus. But, in reality, the situation couldn't be more blunt: they'd been shoved up shit creek without a paddle, by the sponsor of the vessel.