>>5895466>>5895500>>5895544>>5895908>>5895953>Another sombre task to undertake, but you won't let this vessel fall into the foul hands of the xeno... see if you can't find a way to destroy the ship before you leave.With his bundled hand and bequeathed artifact to carry now, you leave Master Voss at the altar. Hurrying as you can through the burning and halfway-destroyed workshop to see if you can't find your own discarded belongings in the hope that everything wasn't destroyed by the malfunctioning xenos tech. Along the way, noticing and hopping over the remains of some lesser dead greenskins... it seems the tech-heretic wasn't alone when your mentor confronted the interlopers, though these others he managed to dispatch before meeting his end.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Careful, you're hurt.</span></span>
<span class="mu-b">"What? No I'm not, perfectly well in fact after that- agh! Ouch, perhaps you are right..."</span>
Though you weren't severely injured in the fight, with the determination and adrenaline subsided you're feeling more and more that you didn't go unharmed. That haphazard kick from the xeno brute which sent you against the wall, makes it difficult to move much. Especially with the weight from your servo-system and then of course having to carry your belongings. Thankfully though you can at least find them, scattered a ways down the corridor by the blast but otherwise intact.
Everything prepared then or at least as much as you can afford to prepare, you finally make for the blasted-open entrance to the workshop. Stopping for a moment by the buckled and broken metal walls to peer back through the smoke and fire, to the altar. Sharing a knowing glance with your mentor one last time... then taking a deep breath and steadying yourself to step into the access ways beyond.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">Escape is this way, isn't it?</span></span>
<span class="mu-b">"I know where the shuttles are but... no, I cannot leave this vessel to the xenos. If there is something I can do to stop it, then I must try."</span>
Your servo-skull set off in one direction as to guide the way to safety, but you hesitate at the distant sounds of battle and the resultant thoughts of the aftermath. What will become of this ship when the aliens overrun it? Orks, you heard members of the accompanying Militarum force refer to them as... among other things. You'd never personally encountered them before now but you know at least some of the information, well stories really. Of their boundless depravity in regards to the divine machine children of the Omnissiah. Not technology created independently by an alien mind, but the perversion of mankind's technology; heresy of the worst kind.
