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[Armoured Priest]

Though the body stirred, it was Oberga who woke up in Kombuse's body. He was going to let the mortal rest a little longer and wanted to take the reins this time and see what's going on now. Getting up from the bed with everthing still on, Oberga made his way to meet the Mandori, already having a good idea where to go.

[Prosperan Son]

The ground beneath Kombuse feet shook abruptly, a massive shockwave suddenly spreading through out the entire complex. Dust and dirt fell from the ceilings in flecks and suddenly the report of gunfire was heard from 30 meters down the hallway.

[Armoured Priest]

"So who had the gall to attack the Mandori?" Oberga said, the Draconic gasmask parting into a maw once more. Swiftly drawing out the bolt pistol and chainsword, Oberga moved down the hall towards the noise, becoming quiet eager now. Kombuse slowly awoke drowsily in his mind. "What's going on?" he asked in the mind. "Stuff, loud stuff." oberga told him.

[Prosperan Son]

Several canisters rolled along the floor towards Kombuse, bursting open to release a fog of smoke. The red visors could be seen through the smoke, the invaders sneaking through, lasguns raised. They would be upon Kombuse in seconds.

[Armoured Priest]

"Heh, how cute." Oberga said with a twisted smirk as the smoke filled the hallway. Even without the glow of the visiors, Oberga could still see the combatants souls in the warp. "Well, you know what time it is." he said with a wide grin before revving up the chainsword. He stepped forth to run the chainsword into the gut of the first invader.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)

[Prosperan Son]

The intruder raised his lasrifle to block, but unsurprisingly, the chainsword cut right into and through the gun, nearly striking the fuel cell. The teeth bit down into the man's chest, ripping his insides apart. Another of the invaders lanced forward with his gun, a bayonet attached to the end

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[Armoured Priest]

With the chainsword chewing away at the first victim, Oberga raises the bolt pistol and fires a burst into the charging man's chest.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)

[Prosperan Son]

The man is slammed back into the wall, a flower o blood splashing outwards from the craters in his chest. Before any satisfaction could be given, a large fist slams into Kombuse/Oberga's stomach followed by a right hook that sends you sprawling backwards.

A larger figure steps outwards from the smoke, a giant of a man, clad in ochere guard-issue armor, however his arms are bare of any sleeves, showing only intricate gang signs.

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga quickly brings himself back to his feet after receiving the man's punch, a threatening growl coming from him as a grimance of wrath forms on the draconic gasmask. He dashes forward and slashes the chainsword across on of the man's legs to bring the giant down a notch.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

[Prosperan Son]

The man lunges forward out of the smoke, revealing in his other hand to be wielding a chainsword of his own. He brings his own blade , in a two handed grip upwards, the two chain blades colliding with a shower of sparks.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing the mortal is capable in melee, and armed with his own blade, Oberga takes a step back as he raises the bolt pistol and fires off a burst at the man's guts.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91)

[Prosperan Son]

The man screams out in pain as the bolt rounds hit home, ripping into his insides before detonating, literally splitting him in half. How unfair.

Shouts of rage and gunfire was heard beyond the smoke, the rest of the Mandori's clan apparently deciding not go down so easily

[Armoured Priest]

A smirk formed on Oberga's features as he looked at the two halves of the former giant as he stoops over to retrive the chainsword the man wielded, claiming his own now. His attention snapped back up at the sounds of more fighting beyond the man made smoke screen, to which he moves through now as he hosltered the pistol and readied the two chainswords with a wicked grin.

[Prosperan Son]

A man fell back out of the smoke, landing in front of Oberga, two puncture holes in his chest and head. Mugiar stepped out of the smoke, two auto-pistols in hand.

"well then, it's good to see that your not dead." He said

[Armoured Priest]

"I think they would disagree with you." Oberga chuckled, looking at all the dead gangers so far. "Were's the Mandori?" the daemon asked Muigar, keeping the twin chainswords ready for more. Kombuse was awake in their mind now, watching everything through the lenses. 'Hope the little girl is ok.' Kombuse said in their mind. Oberga gave a dismissive growl to kombuse before returning his attention back to the situation at hand.

[Prosperan Son]

"Who gives a rats arse." Mugiar grunted, slamming another round into his auto-pistol. He looked around the corner, spotting a group of the invaders moving down on the mess hall. " Mandori's in his private chambers most likely. We need to move there. NOW!"

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga was on the move already, heading toward the Mandori's private chambers now as he kept the two chainswords out and their engines on and ready.

[Prosperan Son]

They'd have to cut through the mess hall at one point, the original hallway having caved in due to krak charges having gone off.

The mess hall was a smaller war in it's own right. Members of the Mandori Clan and the invading gang taking cover behind upturned tables and pillars, solid rounds and las shots crisscrossing through the air.

[Armoured Priest]

The daemon growled impatiently, seeing he would have to get through a small warzone to make anymore progress now. Seeing pillars going up to the ceiling high above, Oberga stows away the chainswords on his belt before he latches on the nearest pillar. With his hands becoming more like claws as he climbs up to get to the ceiling unoticed.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

[Prosperan Son]

Mugiar twitched a bit in annoyance ..and awe, watching the possessed kriegsman scramble up the column." Psyker-Possessed freak."Mugiar said aloud, before turning around the edge of the column, firing off several shots at the attackers, trying to keep their attention away from Kombuse. Or was it Oberga? Ah hell, Mugiar didn't care much who it was.