The second shell passed through the first rank and struck a scrawny killer with filed teeth in the right arm, just below the shoulder. The limb was severed in a spray of blood. The third shell shredded a huge marauder's heart and lungs. Las beams and bullets flashed through the air in retaliation.
Domina ducked back around the corner, a bullet ringing off her shoulder plate. "I believe they intend to defend the lift junction vigorously inquisitor."
"I concur," said Jolan. "How are you for ammunition?"
"A little under half," she replied. "One clip Kraken, the others a mix of standard and Metal Storm."
Jolan passed her one of his magazines. "Standard," he said.
"Thank you inquisitor."
"You're welcome sister." Jolan checked the data from Domina's autosenses to double check range and then tossed three frag grenades looted from pirate bodies. His telekinesis picked them up and sent them over the improvised barricades to detonate with a series of loud bangs. Screams echoed down the hall.
"We need to move quickly inquisitor or more will move up and trap us in between them."
"Go too fast and we find ourselves on the receiving end of a melta or an autocannon," Jolan replied. "Timing is everything."
He peaked around the corner. Las beams and heavy slugs flew his way. His conversion field flashed as it converted the impact energy into light. The first barricade was splattered with blood and strewn with bodies. The second barricade was firing and some big guns were being brought to bear on him.
Psychic frost formed on the metal a moment before the slabs of armour thrust themselves back ten meters without regard for the men hiding behind them. Bone was smashed into splinters and flesh became hamburger as unfeeling steel was propelled towards the lifts at high velocity.
A few pirates had managed to get partially out of the way. The stunned lay panting on the deck next to the moaning wounded. The struggled to regain their bearings and their feet. A pair of bolt pistols barked out rounds for several moments as the wounded were finished off.
Gix's vox channel crackled on. "D'eckor here. We have boarded the pirate vessel and met minimal resistance." The crack and hiss of rapid firing hellguns was clearly audible. "We're conductin' demo operations on enemy batteries. And killin' them dead."
Jolan smiled. "Continue. Gix out." He addressed Domina. "Time to find another way."
"The lift shafts are booby trapped, or will be. These men were just cannon fodder. We find a different route." Not that that was important. Jolan and Domina were really here to kill the enemy and act as a distraction of Danell Keys. So far everything was going according to plan. Not bad for a three minutes special.
"Commissar Nofield," hissed her vox, "please come in."
"Nofield here," Shala replied. She was half soaked in gore and bruised in more places than she cared to think about. "What is going on captain?"
"I regret to inform that another wave of enemy boarders is on its way. Two boarding pods and approximately forty men in vac suits with reaction packs."
"Alert all crew to stand by to repel boarders. Keep a data feed active to me. I need to know where those boarding parties land."
Shala turned to her men. "The Emperor has sent us more heretics to kill. Shall we thank him for that?"
"Yes commissar!" came the answering shout.
"For the Emperor!" she yelled.
"The Emperor!" her men roared back. With such lions as these with her, what could stand against them?
Edited by Cynical Cat, 13 February 2014 - 07:48 AM.