Tarves, looked back and let out a bellowing laugh, before remembering he was meant to be being stealthy, he drew Acastus's eye and beckoned him to follow.
"I think it might be safer if you came with me Mr Acastus" Tarves moved, not waiting to see if he was followed "plus we shouldn't split up to much"
Tarves dashed round the corner, all pretence at stealth abandoned after the explosion, His form remarkably fast even for a geneforged being like himself. His graceful dash took him down to the Junction, simply swinging a left here and to the end of the corridor would get him to the terminal that he needed.
As he looked down the corridor he noted a group he saw what at first look appeared to be a group of 10 mercenaries, but on a closer inspection where different in appearance, they where a dishevelled and nervous looking rabble. Tarves bellowed an incoherent roar of murder at these poor unfortunates and they lost all sense of cohesion and prostrated themselves before him... well all bar one.
"Dark One, we are here to serve" This one, braver than most mortals, was one of the few who had remained loyal to the Night Lord. "we heard that you where wreaking vengeance upon those who wronged you, so we have risen up all over the ship to fight, what you see before you is the best of us."
" Sterntraut Günzenthal, my faithful servant, you have done well." It cost Tarves nothing to be grateful to his servant, and a happy servant was a loyal one. " you have sent a lot of people to there death Günzenthal, but better they die than fall to the taint of these... creatures."
"split yourselves, Günzenthal and 4 others with me the rest of you head up and support my brethren, they will be happy for the support."
mechadendrites raised over the terminal like a spider waiting to strike, they suddenly blurred into action hitting in streams of code and keystrokes, within second he had the systems under his control.
He voxed ahead.
"Systems are mine and I have reinforcements heading to your position, human chaff I am afraid. We will move from this position and commence assault, on your mark"
With that the lighting started to drop and the temperature also began to plummet, making it hard to see and causing the bitter cold to penetrate the very being of those on this floor, at least for the normal mortals. Finally Tarves spun round his axe and gently tapped the blade to the terminal, its dark technosorcery arced from the axe to the terminal, and then through the systems and locked it down, it would take one of his own ilk to get this working again.
"I think it might be safer if you came with me Mr Acastus" Tarves moved, not waiting to see if he was followed "plus we shouldn't split up to much"
Tarves dashed round the corner, all pretence at stealth abandoned after the explosion, His form remarkably fast even for a geneforged being like himself. His graceful dash took him down to the Junction, simply swinging a left here and to the end of the corridor would get him to the terminal that he needed.
As he looked down the corridor he noted a group he saw what at first look appeared to be a group of 10 mercenaries, but on a closer inspection where different in appearance, they where a dishevelled and nervous looking rabble. Tarves bellowed an incoherent roar of murder at these poor unfortunates and they lost all sense of cohesion and prostrated themselves before him... well all bar one.
"Dark One, we are here to serve" This one, braver than most mortals, was one of the few who had remained loyal to the Night Lord. "we heard that you where wreaking vengeance upon those who wronged you, so we have risen up all over the ship to fight, what you see before you is the best of us."
" Sterntraut Günzenthal, my faithful servant, you have done well." It cost Tarves nothing to be grateful to his servant, and a happy servant was a loyal one. " you have sent a lot of people to there death Günzenthal, but better they die than fall to the taint of these... creatures."
"split yourselves, Günzenthal and 4 others with me the rest of you head up and support my brethren, they will be happy for the support."
mechadendrites raised over the terminal like a spider waiting to strike, they suddenly blurred into action hitting in streams of code and keystrokes, within second he had the systems under his control.
He voxed ahead.
"Systems are mine and I have reinforcements heading to your position, human chaff I am afraid. We will move from this position and commence assault, on your mark"
With that the lighting started to drop and the temperature also began to plummet, making it hard to see and causing the bitter cold to penetrate the very being of those on this floor, at least for the normal mortals. Finally Tarves spun round his axe and gently tapped the blade to the terminal, its dark technosorcery arced from the axe to the terminal, and then through the systems and locked it down, it would take one of his own ilk to get this working again.