They worry that they may be in unfriendly company. Our Psyker's geneseed, and you may possibly play a part in their discomfort. Noctis glanced over at Jaccx. But regardless, we're all in the same dilemma and we are to work our way out of it together. In our current situation whether they... Or you admit it or not, we all have an equal part to play, a role to fill. And as such I will treat you equally as I do them. I do believe that means you're entitled to know my name. I am Noctis, devastator of Wolf Squadron, or the Orkan Wolves as you know us.
Macha nodded as she heard his thoughts. "We indeed need to work together to make it to what each of us calls home, but that does not mean that I put the life of.... us in the hands of them. Astartes are not supposed to be parents, they are brotherhoods and if you are a friend of Biel-Tan, you keep it between us..." She replied regards the 'problem' both of them were clearly aware of.
I appreciate your honesty. I will not spread the information around, you have my word on that. He smiled beneath his helm. Brotherhoods ehh? Then I shall keep watch as though you were a sister. He chuckled.
"Don't get me started on the Sororitas...." Macha stated as Zack provided the desired information to Stevanus, having absorbed the conversation as she might learn more for future use, once she is back home... with him.
Hearing what the Chaplain had to say, Aldrim didn't speak again... He simply followed suit, thinking to himself 'the Librarian bears the geneseed of my hated enemy, yet he is a battle brother... The others seem to have accepted him into their ranks... Perhaps I too should look beyond the hatred, for he might hold the key... Yes, he is a Librarian afterall, perhaps he will know why I'm tormented to fight a thousand battles, and yet all those around me find a glorious death' Lost in his thoughts, Aldrim looks to the stars above, seeing the great blue moon that stood like a beacon of tranquility among the stars... Seeing the beauty that the mythical world had... This is a good image to have, amount the centuries of battle the wolf had fought he had never taken the time to breathe in the surroundings before, and yet now for the first time ever he could see peace... Perhaps this is what his brothers of squad Bonemarrow finally saw in the end, peace from fighting, from the rage and bloodshed... He knew he would never forget such a sight...
Ooc back on da ship Upon having decided that the guardsmens rations tastet boring and plain and 4 ration packs was enough of that. " GUARDSMAN where do you hide the boose around here, the two of us are out for a daring raid little brother" He yelled as he rised from his seat Edit: oh lord i forgot to write rations.
"I see. Might you tell me something about your Tribe leader, and what can we expect in the palace?" Chaplain asked while the party walked towards the huge building.
"Each Astartes has usually their own rations of... Special Beverages, but since our chef tends to keep many things from different worlds, especially ingredient wise we have quite something to offer. Anything in particular you have in mind?" The Guardsman was well in his senses and trained in manners, by serving Krauz he had learned quite a lot of different men of the Imperium. Some as calm as the seas.... And then some like Thain and all kind of individuals in between. "Orichalkos, a name and a title given to the oldest, wisest, strongest and best of all Orichalci there are. Similar to your God-Emperor.... Just that we do not praise him as a god or that he is supposed to have any special powers. A leader of our civilization, decision maker as such and also as Ambassador for the people that are foreign to us or those who found us. He also decides the Challenges you face." Zack said as they walked among the path. "Well upon arrival you will have to choose a leader among you who talks for all of you, that is if you go for the group-based challenges. If you decide to face your challenges alone, then each must speak for him and herself. You will be given a choice of challenges. Individual there is only success or defeat. Wheras a group, you must face them all, some by your leader, your representative alone, some in groups of varying numbers. Mental, Physical or a mix of both type of challenges." Zack breathed in as he kept talking, it was a lot of information but he wanted to provide what he asked for, the nature of an every Orichalci. "If you decide to participate as a group, there will be challenges in the amount of participants, therefor 7. You must succeed in four out of them to gain your freedom and may ask for a reward which the group will have to share. Whereas Individuals if succeed will gain freedom and ask for whatever the winner desires. Though if you should fail, either as individual or only 3 or less of the 7 challenges as a group you all will face the same consequence which is up to Orichalkos." The four-armed man finally finished. "Though the same will be told again inside once you made your decisions." He added as they arrived infront of the Palace, the tube-hallway they walked through disappearing once they laid foot on the stairs of the palace. "Any last questions before we go inside?"
" i know i got my ale in the quaters, but that is for heroic victories and the occational feast. But what would you say goes well with these boring plates of grub, and most importent, where do i find it. And loosen up im not some pompues grey knight"
