Lord Commander Erus..

Thick cloying smoke roiled from the shrieking metal where the dieing Guardsmen lay. Directly in front of him loomed shapes in the haze, massive forms that conjured images of the worst warp spawn his Scholam teachers had ever told him of.

Twitching, the Guardsmen coughed up a thick clot of blood, and reached towards his abdomen, and to the support beam speared through it. As he pulled in vain, something horrifying caught his attention. The steel bar piercing his abdominal armor, and that was causing the slow burning death of his own stomach acid eating his organs, was not shrapnel. There were massive hand indentures on it.

The heretic looked up, sweat beading on his pallid face and tried to scream, but his face exploded in a shower of blood and matter, spattering over the dark form of some armored monster with blue flame swirling about him.

Within the helmet, Remus sniffed, and growled. He could feel the warp-taint in the ship, as surely as if he were watching the snaking coolant lines trace patterns on the corridors. The virulent energies coiled and twisted along the path like the vessels of some sort of malignant tumor. Unsheathing the greatsword at his hip, Remus hefted it, gazing at the sheening blade before striding into the gloom, the reflection of it's green inner light off the tear-ruby on his helm mixing with the blue flames of his witch sight to create an eerie refraction on the walls of th ship.

As Remus departed, a support squad broke off from the entry point, attempting to follow. The Astartes attention to detail was still present even in their frenzied hurry as each stride met in step, and each carried an un-sheathed chainsword, pistols carried in the open faced holsters at their hips, the man in the fore carrying a devastating meltagun to clear the advance.

At the first bulkhead, a space marine with thickly plated gauntlets readied a meltagun, watching gauges as the compressed gas and volatile liquid fuel mixed in the compression canister, dropping to one knee to draw aim at the center of a shut blast door.

'Sorus squad, fan out! Brother Caligula, take heed and control your fire. We want to catch these bastards un-awares!'

The order came quietly for the massive Sergeant Didius, and came in tandem with the sudden loud hissing of a meltagun being fired. The extreme heat ray of the gun impacted the center of the blast door, melting the adamantine shields into red-white pools of lava like slag that issued forth steam and smoke as they hit and sometimes burned through the walkway.

Slowly, the hole began to widen, the doors revealed to be almost two feet thick, strong for even space marine crafts. With a smoky hiss, Caligula began to adjust dials on the port of his gun, trying to keep the weapon operating in the vaccum that was beginning to form, as well as under such prolonged use.

From the fore, there was a snarl, and a flare of light as Remus charged. His sword flew, hacking at the still white hot wound in the door with unbound fury, gouts of witch fire flaring from the Chief Librarians blade.

In moments, Sergeant Didius was at the Epistorlarys' side, his powerfist crackling with energy as he tore and ripped at the bulkhead. The two together were soon through the already nearly spent blast doors. Rending screeches accompanied the charge of the squad through the door, chainswords roaring to life as somewhere within the chamber concentrated volleys of bolter fired turned upon them, and a newly raised battle brother fell, his leg blown off by the blue white stab of a plasma gun.

Raising his sword, Remus turned to face the squad that had accompanied him, framed by a storm of muzzle flares and bullets, none of them seeming to hit him, or his gen-hanced body shrugging off those that did. Again, the Librarian roared, and with his sword waved them on.

"For his will and honor, our life and breath! Strike in the name of the Primarch!"

With that cry, Remus leaped a hastily erected fire base and moments later screams could be hurt, and the burning smell of ozone that signaled powers of the warp being wielded. Shaken from his gaze by a bolt round that richoted off his powerfist Sergeant Didius let loose a wordless roar and followed the sounds of carnage towards Remus.