Terax had rushed out of the transport he had been on fumbling with the symbol before handing it to the Heretek "Hereyouaresir !" He said fumbling his words in his excitement. This was something big ! He could feel it in his bones , feel it in the very core of his being , or was that kust the rot of the nurgiliye near him. Speaking of which shouldnt the floor be rusting and rotting ? Terax poked the deck that the Plague marine had tread upon with a boot and suddenly feeling very worried. He was way deeper than he could imagine, almost all who'd recieved the Symbol were Astrtes ; at least he wasnt being sacrificed probably.

The ship was not quiet she had been expecting, although she didn't quiet know what the symbol meant she guessed it had to do with some army or legion lumberer seeing as how it was in the hands of the marines. The outside we was not too surprised on bu the inside just made her think that it had been recently made or conquered and she knew that even if it had been corruption would have allredy shown its signs on the inside, she guessed some warp magic was being used or some amazingly warp resistant technology or wards.

Shino yawned before she looked at the others that had gathered. Not felling bothered to know them before she could be some what sure they would even go to the same place she handed her letter to the heretek,

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Seeing the mortal rushing over, Magnus smiled and mindspoke to Copra, "Be wary of him. He's realized some things and is worried. Frightened people can do horrible things. Foolhardy mistakes can be the least of our concerns."

Openly he said, "Let's step to the side and let our host maintain his 'mysterious air.'" Stepping to the side he inspected the other Astartes. Astartes were always the first to be studied; for if there was a threat, it would be them. They had 10,000 years to prove this.

Copra looks at her master, as she gave the Heretek the symbol before walking back to her masters side. She stands beside him, her tentacles moving around casually... as she summons a bit of warp fire, letting it juggle between her fingers, like a small shimmering light
"Of course master."

In an uncharacteristic moment of nonchalance, Persephone blew a streak of blond out of her face before dropping her own seal into the Heretek's hand. She whistled a single, brief, and shrill note in order to give him any audible confirmation, then followed close to her master. Her eyes wandered carefully, intent on not staring at things her master would have to protect her from, one hand always at her knife.

The serf then whistled again in an attempt to catch Corvum's attention, narrowing her steely gaze at him with a face of some insecurity, and raising her hands at him to spell out *I do not trust*.

Corvum looked over at Persephone and nodded. "I feel the same way." Since they'd met he had taken the time to learn what her signs actually meant. After all it pays to understand your own serf... and have a way to communicate that most would not understand.

John was silent looking at the other champions and mortals that exited with him, they all bare a letter as he saw the ship and the inside something in his gut churned with something anxiety something was off, Everything was clean new looking shiny, Something he had never seen even when raiding imperial ships or working with the dark mechincus, Taking out his letter he showed it as he got off the transport and showed the Dark mechincus angent as it asked.

The Heretek takes the symbols then speaks. "Follow me." You all follow him through the massive magnificent halls that are immaculate and perfect. While passing through the halls you only see Renegade Guard at defense check points, as well as thralls chained to there stations to keep the ship running. After walking up and around a couple of decks for about 30 minutes the Heretek stops and points you to a barracks where you put your things then depart again.

It is rather odd to not see a single Astartes other than yourselves on this vessel and rather concerning for the Astartes in the group Ariados stops for a moment and see the only dark hallway in the ship. Then quickly follows behind like it was nothing. The Heretek then stops at a rather larger pair of doors that even a Custodes Galatus Dreadnought could fit in. The Heretek turns and says. "Were..." *BOOM* The doors slam open and a Night Lord comes flying out slamming against a wall at a rather high speed against the bulkhead wall right next to you leaving a small crater as the Night Lord peels off the wall and crumbles to the ground you look at who committed the kills and it is what you assume being a Deathwing Astartes in Cataphractii, with a giant Thunder hammer that an Astartes should be able to wield even in Terminator armor should be able to pick up but most of you bring your arms to bare to start fighting for your life. When the Heretek interrupts your action with. "That is Alphonse the Grand, former head of the Deathwing at the time of the Fall of Caliban and the Protector of Lord Marcaros he is no threat to you. Proceed inside Lord Marcaros is waiting."

As you all slowly walk inside and pass the former Dark Angel who is closing the massive double doors you see the room is made of marble and good and if you look up you can see the entire galaxy with the home-worlds of most of the Legions and the most immaculate looking are would be the area of Terra embossed in gold and rare gems. You all are lost in the beauty of this room then you hear the defining voice of the Marcaros "Don't look at the map for too long or you'll be lost forever in it's gaze." It diverts your eyes to him at a round table with 50 seats this is a war room to fit a Primarch but there is one person in the room that you can see and he is sitting with an Astartes sized wine glass with a maroon colored liquid in his right hand and takes a sip Lord Marcaros then speaks once more. "Come sit with me we have much to discuss." Waving you over with his left hand.

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Magnus walks up to the table, with a thought he pulls all the chairs out and seats himself in one.
"It seems to me, that your map isnt quite up to date. Sortiarius is no longer in the Eye. We brought it into the material realm when we burned Fenris."
Looking over at his protegee, he waves her to a seat and watches the rest of the group mill around the table.
"We are on his ship, if he had wanted us dead, I think shooting us in transit or on the landing pad would be a better and less messy way of doing it."

Emetos made his way over towards the chairs, pulled out by another of the group. He sat down on one, his bloated body not quite fitting on it. Still slightly confused at the fact that nothing falling from his blessed form, he looked up at the map, before glancing around at the other members of the group who were yet to sit down.