The drop was going according to plan. As the hull of the Revenant punched its way through the upper atmosphere of this poor excuse for a planet, Jaekal could see through an adjacent porthole the flames surrounding the craft and hear tell tale sounds of transonic flight. Feeling the need to rouse his comrades, the Chaplain bellowed, "we fall from the heavens, Death incarnate Brothers! Kill the xeno to the last!" As the craft descended further, black puffs of smoke began to appear outside, indicating the Orks had established a rudimentary air defense. "Comical..." Jaekal said, though he was cut short by the report of something striking the Revenant. Warning lights began to flash as the claxon rang out, the servitor pilot informing First Claw that the vessel had been hit. Then came the crash.
Jaekal awoke to the sounds of battle, the last thing he remembered was the armoured visage of his Captain flying towards him. Something kicked his leg, rousing him from his stupor. "Not dead, are we?" was all the Corpse-Master said as he hurried past Jaekal to give aid to the Captain. Touching his helm, he could feel the damage caused by the impact from his Battle Brother. His helmet's visual readouts were filled with static, flickering in and out of operable parameters. Deciding the helmet would be too much a hindrance, Jaekal quickly removed it, securing it to his belt. Releasing his harness, Jaekal jumped to his feet, Crozius in hand. Walking past the impaled corpse of Brother Manroth, Jaekal cursed the Orks. Kneeling over the body, noting that Manroth's stormbolter was missing, he whispered, "go into the Night, Brother. You will be avenged."
Brother Tyberus had been near Manroth, and Jaekal could see he was wielding his fallen comrade's weapon. "Brother Tyberus! You would desecrate your battle brother's memory by relieving him of his weapons!?" Jaekal approached Tyberus, paying little heed to the ricocheting rounds incoming. Glaring at Tyberus, Jaekal let him explain. "No Brother Chaplain! I would see Brother Manroth honored, I wish to see his weapons take the lives of the enemies of the First Claw at least one final time." With that, Tyberus tossed Jaekal the weapon, which he caught deftly before securing it to his belt. Drawing his plasma pistol, Jaekal's said plainly, "I prefer to look my prey in the eye, Brother. Covering fire, now!"
Azrael was already in the thick of things, with the rest of First Claw setting up firing positions around the wreckage. From on of their flanks, a group of Orks rushed from cover, seeking to close the gap with Jaekal. The Chaplain stood firm, drawing his plasma pistol and firing a round into the chest of the lead Ork. The energy from the blast eliminated the target, covering the surrounding Orks in a mist of blood and viscera. The remaining four were only enraged by this, increasing their speed and were upon Jaekal in an instant.
Jaekal parried the first Ork to arrives axe swing, spinning on his heel to cave the back of its head in with his Crozius. Drawing his pistol up, he blasted a second one straight in the face. Depressing the switch to energize his weapon of office, Jaekal faced off with the remaining two Orks. Swinging the weapon in an overhand strike, Jaekal's target dodged, rolling to the right. "Damn you!" Jaekal spat. Circling back around, the two Orks lunged at the same time. Jaekal picked the closer of the two, striking it in the shoulder. As the weight of the weapon, enhanced by his power armour and supra-natural strength, began to crush its torso, the energy field hissed and the Orks chest cavity exploded, gore fizzling as he withdrew the weapon. With not enough time to launch a second strike, Jaekal leapt backwards. As the final Ork sought to finish Jaekal, two bolter round impacted its chest in tight grouping, blasting through and killing the xeno instantly. Looking back, Jaekal could see Tyberus had delivered the killing shot.
Giving a nod to Brother Tyberus, Jaekal called out on the vox, seeking where he could give aid in the combat. Hearing the report of autocannon fire, Jaekal ventured that Vettal was engaging enemy armour. "Vettal, if you're still alive, where are the enemy vehicles? I'll bring my melta to bear where you see fit..."