A slightly smaller Mess

mac: "suuuuurrreee dont be quick or anything!"

*hera just nods*

he removes the bullet with equal dexterity

*hera puts her hand to the wound and cauterises it, the same as the first. The smell of burnt flesh is truly sickening*

*bandit crouches, shoulder against the fouled air vent, and smiles to himself. This new armour opened up options. Without it he'd have to be near the intake vent, which didn't offer nearly as good of a shot. The air cycling plant he'd chosen as his firing position sat on an outward spar of the hive spire. And from it he has unobstructed views of both the landing spur they had arrived at, and the administration building where hera had interrupted some kind of council meeting. He adjusted his sight, half a degree anti clockwise. Bringing the sight picture into sharp focus.*

Caiber: alright. He'll definitely live long enough to get him to a medic.

Mac: "Oh fuckin yipee."

"You rather I left the bullet in?"

Mac: "i mean... id prefer if i hadn't been shot."

Hera: "Oh shut your yap."

*le shuttle incoming*

*Jack lifts mac.* "Comeon big man."

Charles lets the others board first before embarking himself

*Mac sits down, and nods off on jacks shoulder.*


*High above the world, the warp ripples, and tears. The collosal bulk of the Hammer of Flame riding forth from the twisting maelstrom. The captain stands at the bridge, beside the chaplain.*

Raeven: "Exelent work shipmaster, please give my thanks to the navigators. They have performed admirably."

the shuttle lifts off, headed back to le ship

Hakken: "Well, that were fun eh?"

Caiber: Bit too... familiar for my liking. Bad memories.

Mute: "mmmmhm."

Hakken: "Come on xeno, all in good fun innit" *shit eating grin behind helmet*

Caiber: *shrug* As I say. Bad memories.

*shrugs* "Got good ones now though eh?"

"Not what I'd call them."

"Killin fuckers sounds good to me."

Hera: "Hakken... not the time."

*shrugs* "If'n you says so."

*shippy shippy fly fly*

*the shuttle lands, and mac and anne are presumably taken into the arms of the waiting medics, and hauled off to the infirmary.*

Hera: "...Now for those bastards..."

Charles: quite.

Hera: *voxes bandit, on squad channel, everyone can hear* +Bandit, do you have eyes on?+

Bandit: +Nah... Just two guards.+

Hera: +Hold until we get there+

Charles: Hera, It would seem the salamanders have arrived.

Hera: *her dour tone lightens somewhat* "Ah... thats good... thats good. We should contact them, right? Pleasantries... yeah."

Charles: We can leave this to them. We need to rest after that.

Hera: "...No... they won't do it."

Charles: what?

Hera: "they won't kill the bastards."

Charles: you know that's not true. They're corrupted chaos worshippers and infected xeno worshippers. there's no saving them, they know that as well as we do.

Hera: "Not the bastards i'm talking about."

Charles: *eyebrow raise* then who?

hera: "That council we first saw."

Charles:...you really don't think they've been corrupted or infected by one or the other?

Hera: "I don't care. They did nothing about it, thats bad enough."

"you're misunderstanding...they ARE infected by one or the other, no question about it."

Hera: "...If... is the whole world infected?"

"It can't be all infected. The girl you brought back wasn't."

"...Chaos can be hard to see..."

Charles: not for a psyker.

"She seemed pure... But... i've been wrong before."

charles puts a hand on her shoulder
"She's pure. I'm sure of it."

Hera: "I... alright."

"Do you want to go and see her? I can talk to the astartes."

Hera: "I... yes... give them my regards."

Charles puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiles at her

*she shrugs his arm off, and goes to find byrne, and by extention, the girl*

*girl be sleepin*

*Hera knocks on the door, and talks quietly to byrne when he answers, trying not to wake the girl*

she rolls over, possibly stirring