The violent jolt distracted everyone except Bjorn and Mephisto. Then the lights went out, making everything worse, and they no longer had any attention to spare for the matter.
On vessels used by the Astartes, a total blackout was something almost impossible. Even if the engines died, the emergency lights would come on. A situation like this could only mean one thing.
His face grim, Honsou activated the magnetic clamps in the soles of his boots. After making sure he would not lose his balance again because of another jolt, he put on his helmet and began shouting over the vox-channel, "Report to me!"
No one answered.
Unwilling to give up, Honsou tried again three more times, but the answer remained the same.
There was only harsh static in the vox-channel, something that absolutely should not have appeared aboard the Iron Hammer.
To prevent the shipboard communications from being interfered with or malfunctioning, Honsou had spent thirteen years replacing and upgrading its communications modules. Three Mechanicus Priests had been responsible for the work from beginning to end.
If the Iron Warriors had not had an excellent relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, Honsou would never have been able to invite them to help. And the current situation could only prove one thing.
Beneath his helmet, the Warsmith's expression suddenly darkened. He drew the Bolter at his waist and slowly pressed himself against the wall near the door. No words were needed. Their coordination began in an instant.
Saul Tarvitz followed close behind. The room was not suited to Bolters like theirs, which used Givadoron-pattern enchanted magazines, so he gripped his sword and faced the door, ready to rush out the moment Honsou opened it.
Sicarius was third. He drew his sword, while his other hand still held his Plasma Pistol, calmly