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((It's a'kay Drach, not reall a gun type weapon person. sweatdrop ))

++ Yes, Yench told us of Xenos sightings on this planet. And here is your pistol Imperial, it is no problem. ++ He said over the comm-link, not wanting to risk more attraction to him yet. Flipping his grip on his boltpistol gracefully, he flipped it toward the Agent, the weapon flipping fast enough to reach him in a moment, yet slow enough to be easily caught.

++ Librarian Mordatus. ++ Battle-Brother Solinus interrupted. Mordatus turned around and traced his finger toward the flying Xenos. Solinus had heard their quiet wingflaps with his enhanced hearing over the previous roar of fire.

++ Excellent eye, Brother Solinus. ++ He praised him, ++ Marines, ready your weapons. Fire on my command. ++ Almost immediatly, his Battle-Brothers raised their weapons to the on-comming enemies, their armors targetting systems making sure their fire would maximize the casualties per magazine when the command was given.

Mordatus turned to face the newcomer after he complimented his Battle-Brethren on their job. Before he could respond, he heard his warning to his left, which was now his right after his about-face. He watched the small creatures move toward a crate, no doubt getting ready to spring an ambush. He ahd given the newcomer his pistol, and to use his psychic powers now would draw more attention to him then he wanted. Gripping his Force Weapon two handed, he waited for them to pounce and to give his command to fire into the Airbourne enemies.

Mordatus felt the pressence of three enemies dissappear. By the loud crunch on the ground, he expected one of the casualties to be one of the faster flyers, the Gargoyle-like brood. He also heard the explosion of two of them, most likely the smaller ones. Risking a temporary glance back, Mordatus saw that the protection for the leader-beast had been broken.

++ Brother Cornelus, Brother Servian, fire apon the Gargoyle-Brood Xenos. Brother Tibero, fire a Hellfire into the Crab-Like Xenos. Brethren Cornelus, with me! ++ He commanded, the line opening up into the Xenos. Mordatus turned back to see the Zerglings he ordered Cornelus to help him with ahd broke cover. By the throne, they were fast. Not fast enough though. Almost immediatly after breaking cover, he turned one of the Xenos to ash with a shot from his Plasma pistol, while another fell over with its carapace shattered by a burst from Cornelus' Kraken shells, fist-sized holes punched into its flesh.

As the few remaining Xenos reached combat with Mordatus and Cornelus, he swooped under the first beasts lunge and drove his blade along the beast, slicing a neat hole clean through its carapace while unleashing a small amount of power through the blade, banishing its soul to the warp and promissing that it wouldn't recover as its smoking body was flung away. The two other Xenos that lunged at him managed to knock him off balance with the force of their blows. The claws scrapped against his Artificer armor, searching for any weaknesses in his ancient armor. Using his armors weight to his advantage, Mordatus rolled himself back and fowarth as he crushed one of the Xenos under his weight in the creep, thrashing to get the other beast off. One claw managed to puncture a weak point under his arm, though his inhuman system quickly clotted the wound.

Cornelus, meanwhile, blasted the last Xenos that was charging him with his Bolter being held with its pistol grip, firing it one handed as it barked death and blew apart the Xenos front portion. Immediatly afterwards, he turned and fired his weapon into the Xeno on top of Mordatus, the bolt blowing it off and sending it writhing on the Creep. Rushing over, Cornelus quickly finished the job, his chainsword cleaving off its head in one blow.

Brother Tibero, meanwhile, had already vanquished the floating crab-like Xenos. Its burning body lie on the ground, as the hellfire round he had shot it with quickly engulfed its body with its Virus, engulfing its body in a pink flame that quickly spread over its whole body, burning it alive until it fell lifeless to the ground, its insides cooked beyond the point of Regeneration. However, now they were down to only 4 Hellfire Rounds.

The other two Marines had opened fire into the fast-flying xenos. One of them was blown into meaty chunks in moments as the Kraken rounds blew apart a large portion of its torso and wings, while another tried to keep airbourne with the three fist-sized craters in its body.

Telor was a big fan of Space Marines at the moment.

He put the last Mutalisk out of it's misery with a single well, placed shot, and leapt onto it as it fell.
He ran along it's length, leaping again from the end of the creature and landing on his feet...on a Scourge.

He bent the screeching beast to his will momentarily, surfing on it in a quick circle to gain speed, and jumping off just a moment before it crashed into one of it's brothers, the fireball from it's explosion taking out three of the things this time.

Telor was now standing on the Overlord, which, understandably, was now quite afraid.

"Don't worry, beastie, I got plans for you." Telor grinned toothily.

He turned his head toward Mordatus and sent a telepathic message, rather than using telecommunications.
"Psyker, fresh clip please. Also, don't kill this one. I think we can use it."

Telor blew apart the remaining Scourges and navigated the Overlord toward the Space Marines.
He ejected the spent magazine from the Bolt Pistol and caught the fresh one, snapping it into place before clipping the weapon to his leg.

He caught the comm-bead as well, and slipped it over his right ear.

"These big ones control the small ones, psyker. And if we control it, we control them," he sent in response to the Librarian's inquiry, "Also, this one has several smaller Zerg in it's carrying sack."

The Overlord was now near enough to the Space Marines that Telor hopped down and patted the creature on it's flank before strolling up to Mordatus and offering a blood-spattered hand.

"The name's Telor," he said, feeling no need for the comm-bead at such close proximity, "welcome to my Warehouse."