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[Prosperan Son]

(This is the only thread that is going to be fast forwarded a little bit.)

A day had past since the boarding, the three vessels flying through space like daggers, with relative ease. They were all massive vessels, each capable of laying destruction to one planet on their own.

In those 24 hours, Grond and his Emperor's Children cohorts had seen fit to take all of the Dark Eldar captured in the raid, the xenos sent to the darkest depths of the slaaneshi vessel. At his request, the Night Lords had been tasked with searching the wreckage, while Grond amused himself with Thugren's company.

Lacarta had remained in the medical bay, resting still. She had pushed much and collected a tally of dark eldar kills on her own. And all the while, the Slaaneshi Daemon had still remained bonded to the ship, until either Lacarta or someone else could return it.

[Thugren]

thugren sat in his quarters, relaxing, letting his armor thrumm and distub the silence around him.

He was annoyed, lacarta had gotten hurtand grond had taken his kill.

"GOgiras....Brother...I must speak to you.."

he growls into the mic of his vox

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgira's tilted up from looking down, taking the moment to look over his own thoughts as he waited there beside the sleeping form of Larcarta. "I'm on my way." he simply replied as he moved up the bulk of his still damaged armor from the seat. He moved down through the corridors to Thugren's quarters, knowing he would be there.

[Thugren]

thugren stands, the interlocking opklates of his terminator armour clacking into their accustomed places.

"I want...To strike at the night lords before the end of this operation..I want to turn chaos on itself, leave them fighting like starving dogs for scraps while the imperium comes for them."

[Armoured Priest]

A smile formed on his reptilian features. "How do you want to want to hit the sons of Nostromos then brother?" He asked, already on board with Thugren's decision.

[Thugren]

I want to have leniaz lead the ground assault with the Gorgons. You myself the terminators an the possessed are going to drop the ship ,

He clicks his claws against the ship.

" if feels wrong to not have the demon where he belongs."

[Armoured Priest]

"So it really is in the ship." He said as he looked around at the walls and floor of the room that was apart of the ship. "....How did it get into the ship?" he asked, wondering what happened to cause that.

[Thugren]

Thug ten shakes his head.

" we need lacarta to put it back. It'll tirture the crew I know it..... Where is orsean ?"

[Prosperan Son]

"Just returned from the bridge."Came an answer from the doorway. Orsean stood at the entrance, dataslate in hand. He didn't acknowledge either of them, examining the information within the slate." Reviewing the damage done, and it's quite extensive I might add." He informed both of them.

[Armoured Priest]

"Hmpf, speak of the angel." Gorgira commented as he watched the Blood Angel walk in. He looked back to Thugren. "I am not sure if she would be up to putting a greater deamon from one binding to another in her condition brother." he told him. He knew the deamon would, most of them always found the mortal too good of playthings.

[Thugren]

I am not leaving this ship until it has been bound. You know it's appetite. Ill come to an empty ship.

Thugren turns to the angel.

" how bad are we talkig brother."

[Prosperan Son]

"In terms of human resources, relatively low. We lost around forty-seven crewman, and at least thirteen Astartes casualities. Seven in critical condition, four dead, and two more that our Apothecary in the Deep Sleep. He is unsure of whether they will survive or not. I'd say that was light. "Orsean informed them, scrolling down the data pad.

" However, the ship has suffered horrendous damage from the attack. Their lance strikes have done heavy damage on both the Engine Bay and Gellar Fields. We're safe to travel standard, but the Gellar Field Generator is in need of repair. We won't be able to go through the warp for at least three days. Then, of course we've got a score of minor damages across the entirety of the ship from the torpedoes, however, we've got crews working on those now. "

[Prosperan Son]

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[Thugren]

thugren huffs.

"this is...Annoying. "

Thugren fits his blades onto his claws slowly.

"How many gorgons were lost in the attacks?"

[Prosperan Son]

"Four Astartes lost in the attack, 2 in deep sleep, it doesn't look well for them either. Seven others suffered light to medium level damage, but they're otherwise combat Ready." The Chaplain answered, going through the rest of data. "Your Witch is in a stable condition. "

[Thugren]

Lacarta"

Thugren growls without looking at him.

" I want the marine wounded to be tended to. They will not join us this fight. How are your angels faring.... I can see khrones touch hovering over your champion gallarn

[Armoured Priest]

"Hm, a daemon of the dark prince and those touched by the lord of skulls, this is trouble ready to brew..." Gorgira grunted as he thought of the possible implications of their current situation.

[Prosperan Son]

Orsean remained silently, have nothing to say in regard to Gallan or the other Blood Angels, instead he switched to focus to a former topic.

"As for your Daemon, it would appear that Grond has been keeping it busy in the lower enginarium decks. Some of the crew and Astartes for that matter have reported to have seen him whispering to the walls."