The band paused for a moment, collecting their thoughts, bandaging their wounds and servicing their overworked weapons. The Guardsmen although taking the death of their commander in stride muttered amongst themselves as to fate awaited them. In front of them, terrifying horrors, the likes of which none of them could have imagined even in their darkest dreams. Behind them a seemingly bloodthirsty leader from the Adeptus Arbites with the power of the inquisition behind him and his band.
Meanwhile, back inside the dropship, the band of jumped up vagabonds, ‘soldiers for the inquisition’ they called themselves, pored over a bloodstained map, taken from the body of the sergeant. Zarkov slammed his fist on the table in frustration. “Of course I dont understand how your damn warp works Lupus, I just expected, well hoped you would have been able to determine where the source of the corruption stemmed from. Can you at least assure me that its not coming from near the elevators?”
Lupus resisting the urge to put his face in his hands in despair calmly tried to explain for a third time how inaccurate and dangerous looking into the warp to try to triangulate a source of corruption as powerful as what they had witnessed. The first time he had tried it, terrible images and feelings had flooded his mind, trying to corrupt his very soul had poured through the opening that he had made. Lupus had not been prepared for the unfiltered power flowing through the warp and had collapsed in a gibbering heap.
After much argument, Lupus felt that he had done his best to make Zarkov understand how dangerous it was to gaze into the warp. The party looked at each other and paused weighing their options. It was Pistol the shifty assassin who spoke first. "Okay, we understand that the warp here holds a terrible power and you might not be able to detect the precise direction of the corruption, but I know that if we go to the elevators, our only other lead, the terrible things that we would have to face there would surely be the end for all of us.
The party nodded in agreement to the sentiment and it was decided, the party would trek down south towards the Riot Police zone, through Throatslit territory and attempt to triangulate from there, the source of the corruption. And, as Scumlord pointed out (All barring the silent Techpriest had forgotten his true name) if there happened to be any heavy weapons or armor they could salvage from the riot police, it would help them out tremendously.
The party began to trek south, leaving the apparent security of the dropship and delving deeper into the residential district. Carnage littered the streets: limbs, gibs and unidentifiable body parts were casually strewn outside the terraced housing. The were tearing marks on these bodies, and as they passed by, several of the guardsmen looked away, not being able to think about the despicable carnage that had befallen these civilians.
Upon rounding a corner, the group came upon two of the abominations feeding on some of their spoils. Zarkov stumbled, alerting the horrors, they immediately leapt up, limbs twisting at unhuman angles. Their heads spewing fireballs into the group of guardsmen, incinerating one of the instantly and par-cooking another. The party, aghast at the sight before them, were stunned. Two unspeakable horrors, human entrails still hanging out of their mouths and blood smeared across their oddly coloured flesh. The two monsters took this opportunity to leap into combat, lashing out and biting those nearby. The guardsmen and the band snapped out of their stupor firing into the creatures, one of the creatures had one of its heads blown off by a point blank pistol shot, the other, seeing it was now alone, let out a terrible wail that seemed to pull at the very fabric of reality. Upon experiencing this terrible corruption , much of the party were unable to cope and passed out. Pistol seeing his companions fall to the floor around him rolled away from the abomination, came to one knee and fired off two quick rounds at the creature, forcing it to retreat into the warp from whence it came.
After a few minutes, the party had come back to consciousness and they pressed on towards Riot Police territory. Upon nearing the border, one of the forward scouts screamed out over comms and shots were heard echoing through the apparently empty streets. Zarkov and Castila went up the alley the scout had last been seen in, just as they came to the end, Zarkov stumbled over a barrel which he and Castila then took cover behind. In front of them, now fully aware of their presence was an abomination, similar to the ones they had fought earlier, feasting on the body of the scout. It turned its head towards them, unleashing a blast of fire. The barrel provided good cover for the both of them, only singeing their armor. Zarkov pulled out his Autogun, laying down a field of suppressing fire whilst Castila barked out over his comms unit that they were in direct contact with hostiles and required immediate backup. The terrible creature lurched towards them slowly taking the occasionale bullet from the two in cover. Just as it was almost upon them, Pistol rounded the corner, firing wildly with both pistols. The creature enraged that its prey had assistance let out a bloodcurdling yell, so terrifying that many of the reinforcements and Zarkov could do nothing but fall to the floor, their hands over their ears, praying for death to come or for the noise to stop. Pistol, resilient as always was not swayed by the beasts terrible shriek unloaded more rounds into the creatures chest, turning what was a torso into a bloody sponge.
The party slowly recovered and for the first time, took note of their surroundings only to realise that they were on the edge of Riot Police Territory. Ahead would surely be safety, a place to rest and maybe even some supplies….