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Karian Icefang     Aragas-25. A forge world within the territory of the Imperium of Man, controlled by the Adeptus Mechanicus. But they harbored a dark secret within the walls of Manufactorum Domina. They hid a captured squad of Space Wolves inside. This act ensured that the staff running the location and perhaps the entire planet was now to be considered rebellious. Having caught wind of this, Karian Icefang deployed his entire company to the planet with one course in mind. He was going to go in, and get his men out. But he was a smart man, and he knew that alone, he would get his men killed. So instead he linked up with planetary loyalist forces to disrupt the Skitarii forces and local guardsmen forces. This kept the skies clear long enough for thunderhawks to take to their nigh-suicide mission of deploying the Space Wolves near the Manufactorum. "We are coming, brothers...Just stay strong a little longer." He says softly. Once on the ground, The marines split up. The bulk of the force moves to help set up defences in killzones with the loyalist forces, all to allow a force to slip inside the actual Manufactorum itself.
Dorian Pavus     Dorian is a friend of Karian's, so of course he came to help. Mind, he said it was only because THIS planet wasn't cold enough to freeze his nether bits to his body, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered. But... anyone who knows Dorian well, also knows he always makes an excuse for legitimately helping someone in need. In this case, Dorian claimed, it was because he was hoping to rack up owed favors with an attractive Space Wolf~.

    Not having any transportation of his own, Dorian rides with the Space Wolves. Close quarters perhaps, but Dorian doesn't mind it too terribly much. Even if he does complain once they get on the ground, "Oh thank the Maker." He stretches briefly, then in a sarcastic tone, "If I'd had to deal with that elbow in my ribs another moment, I would have resorted to sitting in someone's lap."

    However, he quickly gets to whatever area the Elites are meeting in. He's in his usual attire here, mostly. Lately he's added a clawed glove to his right hand, and a large leather pauldron on his right shoulder, white with a three-pointed black decoration on it. He's got the skull-topped staff this time rather than the dragon-headed one. Apparently he's looking for a slight bit of intimidation, but not the whole nine yards.
Alden Alden considered himself a friend of Karian's as well, so when the call for help came, he answered, even if he admitedly was... not used to this kind of situations, he was more used to simple conflict. At least he was small enough he would fit easily in the ship without disturbing any of the Space Wolves, his tail twitching nervously behind him as he pondered the situation.

     Just like Dorian he spends a few moments stretching, reaching for his D-Ark, his shinki companion was not with him this time, too dangerous. He decides not to waste any time getting ready, and a flash of light changes him from the petite, somewhat fuzzy lizard wolf hybrid, to a bipedal robot wolf which seems... oddly in place with the large marines, certainly helps a bit with the intimidation.
Flamel Parsons     What's Imperium's equivalent of an agent of vague yet menacing government agencies? Parsons can't exactly figure their culture out, but he's adjusted his traditional MIB outfit to accommodate the locals a little more. It still has the look of formality, but he adds a few aspects of their world-war-2-styled aesthetic, going with a double-breasted jacket with a few bits of ominous skull iconography adorning it.

    Not that much of that will be visible when things start. At least, not to the enemy. He gathers with the others only long enough to give them all greetings. Kirito, especially, he remembers! Staren is the one who asked him to come help, too. And Sombra is an ally from older days. "Hi there! I'm Agent Parsons of the Psychonauts." He says, pointing to himself with an eager thumbs-up. "I'm less of a fighty killing type, but I'll be happy to help scout things out, handle stealth problems, and deal with Psykers. I'll also try to figure out what their... Whole deal is, in general. With the capturing, and the rebellion. Anyway, you guys plan out what you need to, I'll get started! Sombra, wanna take off with me?" His body lifts up off the ground, hoisted by levitation, before it poofs and disappears... Aside from the outline his allies can see. He's turned invisible! He wastes no time. He surges forward at high speed, invisibly darting over the battlefield towards the manufactorium.

    His Astral Projection ability is aggressively active. He was brought in by Staren, apparently to deal with Psyker threat. Psykers are exactly the kind of foe he's been trained to deal with, and Parsons' mind bristles with the telepathic equivalent of a stealth bomber's arsenal and defenses. As he tries to scout a path to the Manufactorium, he also tries to scout out the astral plane for psychic (or is it psykic around here?) threats...
Kirito Kirito is all for a stealthy approach here. Get in, get the men out, shed as little blood as possible on the way. So he has already slipped into a stealth mindset, trying to use the much-bigger karian and other allies as physical cover so he will not be noticed by anyone who might be watching security. It might prove helpful later... or it might not.

    He's not really sure what these places look like on the inside, or how they're guarded, but any element of surprise is worth trying to keep...

    "It's like everything goes crazy in your world every time you turn around." Kirito notes, irritated at this turn of events and quite tense.
Sombra     Perhaps her attire isn't exactly the type that blends in, considering how colourful she is. Nor has she chosen to add any more skulls to her repertoire. Then again, calaveras aren't exactly as sinister looking as real skulls, now are they? The hacker has her own ways of blending in with the scenery, however. The Concord had heard of the plight of the Spacewolves, and well... going to a place with lots of tech? Why not!

    The latina hacker finishes checking her submachine gun, always good to have a weapon ready just in case, and then turns her attention to the others present. Most of these people she doesn't know, but that matters not. Her gaze shifts from person to person, sizing them all up. "So... we're the rescue party, huh? <Esto debería ser bueno> (This ought to be good)." Flamel she knows from last night, and well, they already have discussed a semi-plan for this. "Senor Parsons and I will be doing the infiltration, you guys focus on keeping their attention. If they have any tech on their side, then I'll do what I can to make it work for /us/."

    Flamel isn't the only one who disappears from sight as Sombra offers a brief fingerwave to the people present, her entire body shifting from sight as the thermoptic camouflage kicks in. With no psychic powers to help her, only her legs, Sombra does fall slightly behind Flamel as he moves towards the manufactorium, but she's not entirely slow either. Let him deal with the psychic threats, and she'll deal with the physical ones.
Staren     A dark-haired human woman comes out to meet the landing crew with Parsons, dressed in similar garb. The Space Wolves get a nod of greeting as she hurries onto the transport to where the armor is stored. In a sudden blur, she quickly becomes Staren, clad in some kind of skintight bodysuit, and he suits up for battle. Blending in had to be done to get the message out to the loyalists, but as the area around them is about to become a battlefield, he'd much rather be inside his trusty armor.

    Running to catch up with the Space Wolves, Staren probably looks like a miniature wannabe of some sort. Any enemies who think his weapons don't pack the same punch will be in for a nasty surprise...
Karian Icefang     Looking over everyone, Karian nods and the group makes their way inside of the manufactorum. Right of the bat, they'd notice the place was BIG. Clearly used to make machines of war, but also surprisingly animated without human trace. Servitors, more machines then men, dart around, spouting binary to each other and to devices beseeching the machine-spirit. For the first few long minutes, nothing happened. "This might be easier then I thought." He says. But that, as always, jinxs everything. A scanner drone comes down and scans over the group, and alarms instantly go off. "Non-approved biologicals detected. Activating security systems level 1. All servitors report to your designated safety stations. Security forces to level 5." At the same moment, turrets unfold from the walls (with skulls, of course) and open fire. "Looks like we need to reach level 5!"
Staren     While Staren isn't as dramatically revolted at the servitors' initial appearance as some might be, he can't help trying to figure them out, and coming to a chilling conclusion: "They're people, turned into bioware CPUs for assembly drones... why? Is this what they do to criminals instead of a death sentence? No, there are too many..." Karian's probably going to have a really unpleasant explanation for that.

    And then they're discovered. Staren uses the space wolves for cover, firing his beam cannons at the turrets. Of coruse, it's a temporary solution at best, but turrets blasted away is better than turrets shooting at you!
Sombra     So far, so good! Sombra is near silent as she rushes over the battle ground, observing what's going on. The moment the scanner drone sounds the alarm however, she whips her head around, letting out a quick string of cursing in Spanish. At the same time she's already acting unseen to the rest of the group. What they will see however are purple lines of right extending towards the drone, with Sombra suddenly reappearing not too far away from it, her left hand extended as her fingers quickly move. The hack only takes a few seconds, and the drone ceases its noise as it plummets to the ground. "Non-approved... biologicals detected, location unknown." That ought to slow the security forces, not to mention make it less likely that they are targetted by the turrets on the walls.

    The hacker turns her gaze on the others. "Stay low, I'll do what I can to jam their security, give me a few!" With that she activates her thermoptic camouflage again.

    It's easier to catch up to Flamel with a thrown translocator or two at least, for now she needs to get to a terminal! But hopefully there should be one in the manufactorium, maybe one that's not out in the open.
Flamel Parsons     Parsons gets inside, and with the rest of the group he makes his way through... And swiftly finds the turrets unfolding. His invisibility can hold up against basic machines and basic targeting, but a stray shot still slams into his psychic shield, leaving spiderweb patterns of neuron-shaped bruises spreading over one of his shoulders. "Augh!!" He calls out. "Sombra! Little help on that!" He calls out, panicked. She's the expert hacker, the only thing he can hack is people!

    Oh, right, PEOPLE! Trying to dart away from the group -- he trusts them to deal with those turrets before those scanners come around to break his invisibility! -- he tries to locate one of those Servitors... Planting two fingers on each temple, streams of light blast out of his cranium and towards one of the Servitors. They're still probably living minds, twisted as they are, so Parsons powerful telepathy can hopefully break into them! He tries to dive into its cranium, kick all its programmed restrictions over, and force it to ally with the group, using his powerful psychic change abilities. The flesh IS weak! Weak enough to still have enough of a sapient mind's remains that a psychic can hopefully take control.

    He's trying to encode a new directive: "Help us reach Level 5! Locate a terminal for Sombra to hack!"
Dorian Pavus     Dorian follows Karian with the attack team. He might not look like much comparatively, just being a human mage. Though anyone who knows anything about the Multiverse knows that an Elite is usually more than he or she appears. And his proud stance certainly doesn't make it seem as though he's at all afraid.

    The servitors get a rather confused look, one that's equal parts confused and distressed. "...Well, that's not at all disturbing," he remarks wryly. And then he's scanned...

    Then alarms go off.

    Dorian curses in Tevene at the loud noise. To Karian, he notes, "There IS a reason they call those 'famous last words', you know." Then he is dissolving into blue-white smoke to avoid getting punctured. For the moment he finds a place to keep low, as Sombra instructed. He doesn't attack the turrets just yet. When in danger of being shot, he dissolves into blue smoke again and relocates.
Alden Alden understands binary!... well, kinda!. He tries to decode what the machines are rambling around while following the group, and simply being amazed at the size of the darn thing, "Maybe you are right, they didn't even looked our way." Way to help with the Jinx thing. He barely has time to actually realize what Staren said, when he sees the turrets!. He wastes no time trying to help with then, the minigun arm starting to spin up, and his shoulder mounted beam gun aiming at the closest of the weapons, firing a few times at it, even as he tried to move back.
Mortimer Balman      An unmarked drop pod comes screaming from the heavens- unnoticed and unimportant compared to a full company of Sky Warriors all clad in power armor savagely fighting on the ground. Only the Psykers would notice the signature that comes from Mortimer- the unmistakable cosmic marking from the Tesseract- which is why he was entering this little soiree in a fashionably late manner. It would have been silly to do so otherwise, and tip his hand much too early.

     That is the explanation I'm going with all complaints may be brought up with my boltgun >:|

     Not far from the manufactory's main doors, the pod slams into the ground. The doors fly open and a number of automated storm bolters fling themselves into position, ready to fire on any and all hostiles, though two of the doors remain closed to protect the pod's interior. The others are here to aid Karian in retrieving his brothers and getting them to safety. Mortimer, on the other hand? Not so much. His job is to help draw off the metaphorical heat. Much easier to do alone, or at least link up with the others at a later date. And of course, this being the Imperium, Mortimer is wearing his very finest sash-laden coat with fur lined cuffs and neck, with all the fancy skull and aquila iconography that the Imperium loves so very dearly.

     Perhaps in another scenario, he might be mistaken for a noble or Rogue Trader. Here however, he's just a mutant. A mutant who is on fire, and the temperature all around him is rising very, very rapidly..

     It was time to begin breaking things.
Kirito The group breaches the area, and Kirito finds himself... not really well equipped to do much of anything yet besides take notes and follow. They're not yet under attack after all, and he's got swords... not hacking gear...

    But the appearance of the Servitors and Karian's explanation has his face going ashen-white with disgust and horror. "The heck extreme mentality leads to THAT...?" With every operation that takes place in this wartorn world, the less he wants anything to do with it.

    And then... ALARMS.

    TURRETS.

    .... NOW there's something he can do. Kirito flings a few throwing picks for an opening Salvo and to try and distract the machines a bit while he goes darting forth, RUNNING STRAIGHT UP THE WALLS AND ONTO THE CEILING in a weird zigzaggy pattern to throw off their aim as best he can.

    He doesn't have bullet lines and a saber here, so parrying them is not ideal...
Karian Icefang     With alarms, drop pods, and flaming badgers helping out, things are going rather tits up for the traitors. The servitor Flamel touched would have a mind, yes. But it is a single purpose og 'work work work work must work work.' but after some work, it would lead sombra over to a terminal that was perfect for their means. KArian, meanwhile, was openning fire towards the turrets, while kirito's blades helped to distract and trim them down. Flamel might also notice that he'd have someone watching him. And outside similar preseances were approaching. The Psyker's have come.
Mortimer Balman      The heat around Mortimer continues to rise. Trying to look at him is like trying to stare at a mirage through a desert haze. But for whatever reasons, the heat stays away from the assembled host that Karian has brought to save the Wolves. "Ruin has come to this world.." With Flamel's direction, Mortimer walks through the doors and toward the source of psychic powers, his own pyrokinetic tricks hopefully making him show up even brighter than before. The softer metals- the iron and gold- begin to buckle and bubble, melting and boiling as he walks past the group.

     His fiery mane explodes into a great conflagration, a magnificent torch against the poorly lit backdrop of a manufactorum. "I bring devastation." His mouth opens, and from it flows a torrent of flames. His psychic powers are not as strong as Flamel's by a long shot, but unlike the little agent, Mort has no qualms about killing. And a raging inferno, no matter how powerful your mastery over the dread powers of the Warp may be, is a problem that even fools will not ignore. "The little one is not for you.." Another gout across the ceilings- making sure to avoid Kirito- to help illustrate his point.
Alden Alden seems fairly good at hitting static targets, doing his best to hit as many of the darn things with a mix of missiles from his small missile pods, lasers, and his arm mounted minigun. He is of course careful not to aim near Kirito, explosive weaponry and sweeping miniguns are not the best at avoiding collateral damage.
Sombra     You don't need several hackers for this, not when you have the greatest hacker of the Overwatch world here. If only she could get to a terminal...!

    Luckily Flamel gets through to the servitor, and as he calls out over the radio the Talon agent turns her head over to glance at the monstrosity as it moves through the manufactorium. "Gracias!" her voice sounds in the vicinity, and then she quickly follows the servitor to the terminal that awaits her. The thermoptic camouflage falls away, and Sombra lowers her right hand with the submachine gun. "Ah, perfecto." Time to get to work!

    Placing her left hand on the terminal, Sombra focuses as purple lines begin spreading over the terminal itself, several screens lighting up. Now what kind of system are they running? That is the determining factor here. Man, this feels so... archaic.

    Though she can't help but frown where she stands, her eyebrow twitching. This... isn't like any tech she's been working with before. There's the machine, but... also something else. Her fingers twitch, nearly threatening to dig into the monitor of the terminal. Tucking her submachine gun under her arm, she uses her right hand to assist with the hack, typing furiously away underneath one of her own screens. "You're going to do as /I/ say, bastardo... you're going to /obey/!" she hisses, mostly to herself. Hacking is her thing, and even if this system has its own spirit or intelligence, it doesn't matter...! It's annoying how this thing slows her down.

    Eventually though she grunts, a droplet of sweat running down the side of her face. Finally she's in, though this will take all of her concentration to keep this up. First off, shut down the security systems. Secondly, a map... and forward it to her comrades.
Flamel Parsons     Psykers incoming. Parsons was worried. Now he's stressed. He sets his little Servitor off to help Sombra, but he has to focus on another issue now... "Mortimer! Handle things on the meatside while I keep up defenses on the thoughtside!" He plants both fingers on his temples, encases himself in a psychic barrier, and trusts his allies to get to work. And then, with all abruptness, he blasts himself out of his own skull and out into the ASTRAL PLANE! Slamming out of the material world, he shifts into psychic battlegrounds, identifying with his Clairvoyance the rough direction of that sensation of vision... And then pursuing!

    With all speed, he surges forward, trying to blast his way into their shared mental landscape. He intends to engage them in ASTRAL DUEL!! This charging Psyker force isn't one he's going to let get the first shot off. Parsons gathers a tremendous amount of AGGRESSION ENERGY, concentrates it down into a mind-pulverizing package, and fires off his psychic artillery beam in a sustained blast, meant to melt the psionic faculties of lesser psychics, and wound the willpower of greater ones, an artillery barrage fired in a sweeping spread towards the encroaching Psyker threat.

    The effect is visible in meatspace. Dramatic sparks of shining orange light, arcs of brilliant energy, and shuddering waves of wind whip over the physical space between Parsons and the encroaching Psykers, but no physical impact, it's all pure mindspace attack.%
Staren     They make short work of the turrets, but now a new problem is approaching -- psyckers. Staren has no idea what powers or defenses they may have... He'll just have to be ready to find out on the battlefield.
Kirito Swords against turrets is not a good combination. Kirito has to constantly stay on the move by leaping from wall to wall and dashing at his absolute top speed to outpace their targeting algorithms enough to only get grazed a few dozen times. The bullets shave off about 20% of his HP from such grazes... and a few times he actually flips to the side just in the nick of time to avoid suffering a headshot or lungshot or similar devastating consequence.

    Those reflexes are simply INHUMAN. Just how far ahead of the machines is he managing to predict, and how much of this display is luck?!

    But having to stay on the move means that he doesn't have much time to actually ATTACK the turrets beyond slashing the ones that he blitzes past.

    Looping around as he keeps going on down the corridor... he ends up doing a few flips that take him SOARING OVER AND PAST THE PSYKER, consequently rendering him safe from the turrets since they're probably not going to target him when they don't have a clear shot... right?
Karian Icefang     The maps indicate the team wasn't too far away from an express elevator down to level 5. Flamel's battle hurts the psyker, but with a growl he levetates and sends out lightning that would make a sith lord proud. All the while, he was gibbering like a lunatic. Mort's Psyker was about to engage, but was set aflame. "MONSTER!!!!!" He screams out, cursing as he expires painfully. Kirito is indeed out of the turret's range of fire, and is closest to the elevator. Sombra might also find something else occured. As she hacked in, she'd learn that someone was performing experiments....xenological and clearly marked 'heretical' experiments. KArian nods and the final turret dies. "MOVE UP!" He shouts out, charging to get things moving.
Alden Alden is no good against mental things, just point him at things you want blasted with bullets, missiles, lasers, or encased in ice, and he is your digimon tho!. For now he does his best to follow KArian's indications, rushing to the elevator, "Let's go!" he exclaims, charging behind his friend.
Flamel Parsons     Electricity washes over Parsons, disrupting his shield and burning his astral and physical body as the Psyker moves aggressively in the real world. Parsons focuses on the immaterial. "MORTIMER!" He calls out, telepathically and with his actual human mouth. "HERE!" He's not going to focus on getting the Psyker dead, so much as yanking out information. The guardsmen and such probably didn't have a bigger picture of things. These guys fought with much more conviction, the kind of conviction you get when you believe a lot in what you're doing, and you do that when you know more about what's going on.

    So the psychic dedicates his power to diving into his enemy's mindscape, tying up all his attention with focus on fighting him. Shields up and psi-blast bristling with terrible bolts of dramatic psionic energy, Parsons does his best to essentially dive into the guts of his mind, and rather than focusing on taking out his defenses or his mental weaponry, he tries to dive into his mind and extract information! Identities of people responsible, context of why the Space Wolves are being held, that sort of thing!

    He called Mortimer, specifically, because while facing psychics in a duel is all fine and good, sometimes it's just more efficient to call in a flamethrower to burn your enemy on a plane of existence that he's not paying 100% attention to.
Sombra     Man, she's going to end up with one hell of a headache at this rate, isn't she? The hacker reaches up to rub at her temple as she works to keep her concentration up. It wouldn't do if this machine lashed back at her, even if she doubts that it sophisticated enough to get past her defenses. But it's better to be safe than sorry.

    As she dives deeper into the files though, she can't help but pause. An... inquisitor seal on the documents? Does that mean this goes high up? Better report it either case.


And let's see if she can hack into these enemies of theirs since they're partially tech. If they're all connected to the same network it should be possible... It's worth a try at least!
Kirito Kirito DUCKS when Flamel gives the warning and is rather grateful, given the fireworks show that follows. WOW, that's a lot of lightning! FBriefly, Kirito compares the lightning psionics to things of Alfheim, and judges them... rather cool compared to chanting out spells.

    He does indeed jump back up though, now that the gang's moving again. "Let's hope the next things aren't running at full-auto..."
Staren     Ah, there's the psycker now. Throwing lightning. Good to know he can do that! Aaand Flamel has gone unconscious in the real world. They can't just LEAVE him there! Staren throws a smoke grenade that way, diving in just as the smoke is getting started to grab Flamel and run to the elevator!
Mortimer Balman      Reinforcements will be coming soon. Mortimer can hear them, even over the local din of battle. Galvanic rifles and plasma guns and other such high energy weapons along with a dozen other weapons being fired from outside the doors. But, must wait.. Must wait..

     Mort moves onward, a little deeper into the facility, as energy bolts crackle past his form. A galvanic bullet strikes his shoulder, causing a horrific-looking electrical burst to discharge from his form. "Nngh.." But that is, mercifully, not enough to kill him. Such weapons are designed to kill people relying on different sorts of energy. Not things like him. "Well, I do believe that's quite /enough/." Sombra's still up here. Must remember that, he cannot let her come to harm.

     The temperature begins to rise again, as everyone else gets loaded into the elevator. "Devastation time..!" A sudden spike in the heat, so fast that the very atmosphere begins to crackle into small bursts of flame. Now steel is beginning to melt, while Mortimer summons up all the heat he can. But in a little space around Sombra there's a vacuum, oxygen being sucked around her at such a pace that it actually renders the atmosphere around her bizarrely /cold/ while the old badger conjures up his inferno. The tipping point of heat is quickly reached, with the room simply exploding into flames as though a volcano was being set off, bathing all the surrounding space in fiery rage, which is subsequently forced outside and into those who would seek to follow them in.

     "BURN, HERETICS!"
Karian Icefang     Once everyone was aboard the elevator, and anything that was a psyker or non-ally was on fire thanks to a flaming badger, it made it's way down. Once on floor 5, and past a door, they would see it. Genetic experiments performed on Astartes bodies. That was the reason they were kept alive. A few had their chests carved open, organ's in view, the rest had an extra arm or the like starting to grow. "By the throne...." He says, dropping to a knee. This was his failing, and he would wear it on his heart. But a quick check revealed more. "Test authorized.....by Inquisitor Grelx, under authority of Inquisitor Lord Orlox."
Alden Now, Alden tends to be cool about a lot of stuff, but even him can tell this is awful, the large metal wolf letting out a rather startled noise, staring for a moment at the poor ones with the organs in view, "In the name of Azulongmon...what..." he mumbles, looking as distressed as he can, given his robotic visage, walking to Karian's side, "Authorized?... you mean this.... someone actually allowed them to do this?" he mumbles.
Sombra     The temperature change doesn't go unnoticed by Sombra, who feels even more perspiration building up on her forehead. Even if Mortimer says she needs to go, that's kind of difficult at this point. The machine is probably already pissed off at her as it is, she suspects. If she leaves the terminal then it might be even harder for her to get back in! Still, she doesn't look to be pleased about the temperature rising. What's going on?! Does she need to use the translocator she left outside? Not that she can tell what Mortimer is doing, though when the temperature drops? She looks rather confused at that, though somewhat less nervous. The moment the inferno breaks out though, shocked might begin to explain the expression on her face. "Dios mio..." Mental note. Don't get on this bad side. Or get blackmail material on him.

    With Karian recording it's easy enough to see what they've found on their current level, and the hacker makes a slight face of disgust. These creatures are twisted in the way they see flesh. Sure, she's got a technical upgrade herself, but flesh is life itself, isn't that so? It would be prudent to do more research on these inquisitors.
Kirito "Nrrrrrghhmmmbbbb..." Kirito nearly VOMITS at the sight that awaits all of them once they get into the lab and out of the stuffy elevator. He stumbles about and leans against a wall briefly... needing only about ten seconds to regain his composure and steel himself against the grisly sights.

    Which doesn't mean he's stoic-faced as he scans the tables with... living bodies... in a state that no doctor he could imagine would approve of...

    "Alright. We need... to figure out... whether these people... can be saved or not... whether we can get them out... god, we can't wake anyone up like this..."

    Of course he's saying this without even getting a chance to examine them more closely himself.

    He starts doing that shortly. "Hey, Agent Parsons... are these guys... still with us? Are they just knocked out...? Or... worse?"
Staren     Well, that sure is messed up...

    Long ago, Staren might have nearly vomited too. But nowadays, he sees bodies as machines, made of meat. Their function, to serve as life support and a means of interaction with the outside world, for the mind inside. The sight before him is still terribly wrong for a number of reasons, but visceral disgust won't fix anything. The minds inside those bodies need help, and that means reviewing the situation with a mechanic's eye to see if they're in condition to move. Of course, they really need a doctor, but they don't have one, so Staren will have to do.

    He approaches the bodies, looking over any attached screens or other machines that seem to be doing anything important, trying to get an idea of whether they'll continue living if disconnected.
Flamel Parsons     Parsons is dazed -- or worse -- from his interrupted epic psychic duel. But he's able to disperse his shield and respond a bit. "Thanks for the help, Staren." He says, giving a weak but friendly smile to him. Then... He steps forward. His look of disgust is intense, so he closes his eyes behind his sunglasses and focuses on his third eye of sorts. "Just a second, Kirito..."

    He reaches out in the astral plane again. Not to invade or change or anything like that, but to gently check in. He wants to see if everyone still has the lights on, so to speak; are these guys still recoverably sane and alive? He's also broadcasting a light telepathic message, letting them know rescue has arrived, even in their disabled state...
Karian Icefang     KArian looks over his brothers with a sorrowful look in his eye. The devices reveal that if disconnected, the marines would not survive and that mentally they were also gone. It was grim, but Karian unplugged his brothers and extracted the gene-seed. Strangely though, the way out was devoid of any enemies. Reinforcements were coming though...right? Once the group got outside, a thunderhawk would land. "Jarl, our brothers?" "Gone. The Inqui-..." Karian started, until he felt a strange feeling. Looking down would reveal a LARGE hole in his chest, through the armor and even destroying one of his hearts. There was only one type of rifle in the Imperium that could do that much damage...an Exitus Rifle.
Kirito Kirito's gut sinks deeper and deeper the more he hears from the others. The team psychic and Karian's actions quickly dispel Kirito's hopes of this having an even semi-happy ending...

    Which brings forth a hiss of loathing, horror, and sheer despair that ANYONE would be this much of an asshole.

    It's not his business, but if he got that person in front of them... what would he do?

    Well, then he's quickly jolted out of these thoughts by the AWFUL sound involved in Karian going down.

    Kirito's thoughts freeze, blood running cold. Karian, going down in a single shot? That's just NOT possible. Utterly should not happen. It's against all sense that anything could pierce armor like that so easily. But he can see the angle of entry and exit, and from that his eyes follow seemingly unbidden...

    WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

    Kirito's off like a ROCKET before Karian's even onto his knees, fling himself sailing way over the experiment tables and onto solid ground towards where the Sniper simply HAS to have been, lips peeled back into a desperate and PISSED OFF grimace.
Sombra     So their efforts were all for naught... Sombra frowns where she stands, listening to the suggestion over the radio. Why not? After extracting the information, with the men they were here to rescue dead... then why not take some revenge? "You've struggled against me, I have to congratulate you for standing up to me. But it ends here." Her right hand raises as she types up something without looking. "I'll leave you with a present, so that you'll never forget me... and perhaps it will teach you to /behave/ should we meet again, puta."

    A virus is easy to program, and if this machine thing is alive, if it's connected, perhaps this can spread further and give her an advantage. A small program that would make it easier for her to hack into this sort of tech. If it's on a network, then that would be just fantastic. A revenge for the fallen men, and for Karian being injured...
Staren     "These machines say they're already gone." Staren explains, and Flamel's findings probably match. "I can't save what isn't there anymore. I'm sorry..."

    When Karian calls for them to leave, he offers to set up some explosives. He wouldn't destroy what useful knowledge the Inquisitors have already gained by this experiment, but it might send the message that kidnapping Space Wolves gets you blown up labs.

    As they head outside and are about to board the transport, Karian goes down. "Get him into the transport!" Staren shouts to the space wolves, trying to help them do just that. He can't fix this in the field, but he /might/ be able to stabilize Karian until they can get him to a proper facility. He's not sure how super-resiliant Space Marines are, but a gaping hole through your chest sure isn't /good/.
Mortimer Balman      "Thunderhawk One, come in. Thunderhawk One, we need immediate evac prepped for Jarl Icefang, do you copy? Come back." Mortimer was hiding behind a half-melted beam, still dripping molten steel. "Salamander? Wh-" A brief pause, followed by understanding, "Yes, we copy!" "We need you here /now/." "We need but a landing zone, can you provide us one?" "You'll have one in five. Come in hot." "Affirmative!"

     Sombra's poor ears would, unfortunately, be subject to the terribly loud bellowing of Mortimer's furious roar. It's not just any roar, either. It's tremendously /loud/, and inhuman; like some great beast from epics written in ages past. Some form of fancy Pokemon technique, no doubt. (Which it is, of course.) If she had the presence of mind to look, she would see the old 'morph charging out the now-ruined main doorss.

     Pulling a wickedly barbed knife from his coat, Mortimer charges with almost but not quite superhuman speed into the throng of stunned and half-burnt cyborgs and soldiers who have been sent to reinforce the manufactorum's lacking defenses. The knife flashes red and black, dancing with both blood and oil across its edge. It's a nasty weapon by most standards, it /rips/ and /shreds/ as much as it slices and cuts, and its wielder is an experienced hand in all the right places to stab it down and what parts of a body to drag it across for maximum lethality. In their half-broken state, many of the common humans will simply flee in terror- who wouldn't run away from some mad giant flaming mutant that is cutting through skitarii and battle servitors with the violent grace of an Eldar? To their credit the less human ones are less slow to run, but their bionic augmentations are in many cases, still damaged from Mortimer's earlier explosion.

     And all the while, a Thunderhawk is coming down upon them, and that brings with it significant air-to-ground fire support, plus on board marines to unload and begin providing additional covering fire with all the spicy varieties of death that the Astartes can spit out.
Alden Alden panics, there is no better way to say it, he is not quite as fast as Kirito, but he does his best to try and help Karian, it's the only thing he can do honestly, bring him to the transport and to a safe place. He glances in what he thinks might be the direction of the shot and snarls, "Coward." he mumbles.
Karian Icefang     Kirito's chase would reward him with nothing...except a waiting bomb...except it was a dud, a decoy. The sniper was long gone at this point, having slipped away. KArian was loaded onto the thunderhawk, with a grim look on the faces of his men. They were not happy with what had just happened. MEanwhile, more thunderhawks fly in to pick up the rest of the heroes and marines.