The kaskrin finally board the IUDICUS XI
(Aboard the compromised vessel, Iudicus XI.)
[force:20 kasrkin] [arms rating-heavy]
"Turn on low light mode."
Twenty affirmatives crackle in the com net.
"engineer, drill us through the main door."
The Engineer pulls out a large drill, and turns on a laser. After about a minute, he has sliced a man sized hole through the door. The door falls apart.
"all units, move in. Split into two groups as discussed. Meet up in the main control room of the ship. Lets see if we can fly this thing back to base. Oh, and remember. If you encounter anything...beyond normal, kill it."
Again, twenty affirmatives. But slightly more enthusiastic.
As the kasrkin made their way through the ship, a sense of impending dread became more and more eminent. The low light vision allowed them to see everything inside the ship as if it was in broad daylight. What they saw was not pretty.
A guardsman was pasted on the wall by his own dried blood.
Another guardsman was propped limply against the wall, except for the fact that he was missing an arm, and his body armor was ripped into shreds.
Many of the wall panels were splattered with dried blood, and some mysterious green splotches. Imperial guard weapons and materials were scattered here and there.
The Kasrkin ignored such...petty things. They moved on.
An order came over through the com-net. "turn on thermal scanners."
As the squads moved through the ship, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of their footsteps, echoing down the hall. The squads were still separated, but would be joining each other in about 15 minutes. So far, nothing had gone awry.
That is, until one squad ran into a wall.
"what the hell is a wall doing here?"
"according to the layout, the hall should lead straight to the control room."
"well, something's not right. Kasrkin, establish ring defensive formation, while I examine the layout."
The kasrkin spread out, 9 of them, in a ring around the sergeant of this squad.
"hmmm...hold on. Nemme check the wall."
The sergeant lifted an armored hand to examine the wall. It didn't feel like the metal plating. Somehow, it was more rough..yet, it had the same color as the surrounding walls. Had he made a mistake? Perhaps the layout had been incorrectly uploaded? No. that couldn't be possible. They always double checked their plans. Yet, what was this wall doing here?
After several moments of thinking, the sergeant looked back at his men.
"Get your hell guns ready. Demolitions, plant a bomb on this wall. Kasrkin, get ready to shoot anything that may come through."
The demolitions crept up to the wall, and set a plasma charge. He turned back, and told the men, "15 seconds till boom. We move, now."
15 seconds later, a large explosion resounded through the ship. It echoed for quite some time. The kasrkin looked up in shock.
The wall was still there, but scorched. The sergeant, in foolish impatience, shoots the wall with an entire round of his hell gun, to no avail. Except, in the distance, mysterious sounds begin resounding.
The sergeant screamed in his head. What the fuck was up with this? Well, doesn't matter. If we cant blast our way through, we'll have to find another way.
He was just about to order his men to move out, when the wall started moving. It started rumbling too. Funny. A wall moving, as if it was alive. Suddenly, the kasrkin thermal scanners began beeping in alarm. That wasn't a wall. It was an enormous Carnifex, awakened by the explosion.
By the gods. The kasrkin squad started retreating in awe as the creature began slowly advancing. The sergeant stood, transfixed in fear.
One of the kasrkin opened fire.
The blast was absorbed by the creatures tough skin. All of a sudden, all the men opened fire. The engineer pulled out a krak grenade, and threw it at the creatures head. The creature ignore the explosion.
The sergeant snapped out of his shock.
"MOVE! WE CANT HOLD IT OFF!"
The kasrkin, trained to move rapidly, ran off, more quickly then the carnifex could move. They ran down a hall, but the heat sensors were still beeping. But it was indicating multiple heat signatures. What the heck was going on?
The sergeant sent a message to the other squad, who had made it to the control room.
"We are being pursued by a carnifex, approx. 15 ft. high. Need backup, or some help. Respond immediately."
"negative. We are in process of decoding the ship's security log. You'll need to make it here in the control room, where we can activate the ship's internal defenses."
The Sergeant, didn't even bother to respond. He pointed to the direction, and his men ran. They ran down another hall, and reached a door, They blasted it open, to find an enormous sort of pit, probably the engine generator. Inside, dozens of dead guards were mutilated. The kasrkin looked around. The thermal sensors were beeping crazy, but nothing could be seen.
One kasrkin, said, "To hell with this. We just need to go through that door and down the hall!" he walked to the door, opened it, and was pulled in by something. He didn't come out. Blood oozed through the bullet holes in the door.
The sergeant was about to yell, "this is a trap!" when hundreds of tyranid hormagaunts jumped from the ceiling down on the doomed kasrkin.
In the control room, the second squad of kasrkin were having trouble communicating with the other squad.
"Sergeant Valneus, please respond. We have the control room codes. We wish to take control of the ship. Do you copy?"
"we-(incomprehensible- sound of thrashing and laser shots)(static)" Nothing else could be heard. The message went blank into static.
The Communications soldier looked at the head Kasrkin Commando. He groaned.
"we need to activate the ship's defenses, or we're screwed."