Mithras stirred from a sleep full of dreams he would never remember, awakening to the sound of silence but not opening his eyes until the Sergeant knocked. The pain was number than before. But it was still present. Where movement hurt, he remained still, hoping that it would grant some respite. The young Godling did not dare to test whether it truly did. Either way, he was mutely suffering.

It was fortunate, then, that he had always been a quiet fellow - this way, his lack of expression was not particularly noticeable. Upon percieving Adrian Victus, however, and realising that he was not just a phantasm of his pain-wracked psyche, he rose to his feet in an adequate, well-practiced speed (finding that he was, indeed, correct - the motion caused his mutilated form to ache and his muscles to protest). Inclining his head in a wordless greeting - perhaps inadequate? - towards his superior, and stood at parade rest.

Quietly, he spoke, "I too stand ready, Brother-Sergeant."

Caelius had hung back having woken earlier his habits from the underhive surviving even the hypno therapy, humurous he had thought that it had survived whilst memeories of things like fanily were long since forgotten. He supposed it was good as he was a part of a new group now, a brotherhood , a united force divined so by force made to deal in the Emperors fury and Mercy providing where it be appropriate. He had prayed befroe the Seargenat had knocked and even kept going before he had heard Combat the word and all its connotations putting a halt to his canticle. He quickly finished it before readying himself to the best of his capabilty , a chance to prove himself worthy of his augmentations and training !

"I am ready Brother Seargent , may The Emperor's will guide us" his mother had raised a pious son, at least he thought she had . As he stood at attention to the brother Seargent he spared but a moments thoughts mourning the childhood and family he had lost , the only remains Scars he had gained at some point or other , though what memories the underhive may have provided would they truly be worth remembering ?

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The Sergeant didn't give too much of a reaction aside from an approved nod, stepping out through the door.
"Then follow me; we're getting to the armoury for your first suit up." He proclaimed, not wasting any time in pulling on his helmet and linking it to the Machine-Spirit of his Power Armour.

Following Sergeant Adrian Victus, the group found itself going through the mess hall and towards and elevator - here they found dozens of other squads all grouped up, most not armoured as they were with their sergeants readying themselves, with some older Astartes. At least four other Neophyte squads were following them towards the elevator, while the rest were sent to other areas - presumably to be kept on watch or delayed for non-combat duties.

"A civilized world known as Thitrix has warned us that an incoming waaagh is on its way, and that Imperial Navy forces nearby won't be enough to try to divert its course. As such, they're instead attempting to evacuate most of its citizens to a nearby world, Parajia; that won't be our concern, as the Imperial Navy will be keeping a small blockade to make sure nothing spreads past the invasion zone."
As the group made its way into the elevator they found themselves going down numerous levels - it was a large service elevator, clearly made to be able to lift numerous rhinos or predators with ease. Even the mighty Dreadnoughts would have little difficulty in being lifted from such things, though of course in less armoured situations it was more than capable of bringing half a company or more to their destinations.

"Our drop point will be near Bastion Omega; By technicalities it's going to end up being behind enemy lines, though by the time we arrive we will be earlier than the Greenskins, hopefully. If not, I'll see to if we are able to land on a nearby landing pad to prevent unneccessary casualties."

The elevator came to a halt at the armoury within minutes, the Neophytes and fully fledged Marines getting to their equipment - the recruits of course had an easy time getting into their Carapace armour and uniforms, though the sight of the Astartes getting suited up was beyond their reach, they having gone to a different room entirely, filled with Servitors and Techmarines with the plating ready.

"Now; all of you are to be equipped with a boltgun, five magazines of ammo, three grenades - frag or krak, you choose - a bolt pistol, and your combat knife." the Sergeant spoke to the group once more now. "But if needs be, you can swap your knife for the chainsword, even if I'd recommend against it due to the nature of the orks. Where there will be one, you'll find a dozen more right behind him; and getting into melee with that will be a difficult battle, even with the Guardsmen with you. With this, the bolter will be swapped for a shotgun instead, and the clips for a box of shells; a total of sixty is the regulation, though I will allow you to take an extra, in return for swapping out your grenades."

"ONE of you, will be designated to carry a special weapon; whether a grenade launcher, a storm bolter, or flamer; this will replace your boltgun. Another option, will be to swap all of your gear - save your combat knife - for a heavy weapon; either a Heavy Bolter, or a Missile launcher." Adrian added, taking a moment to gauge the reactions from the group.

"We will be landing via Thunderhawk, along with Fifth Squad - more neophytes - and a Tactical Squad." He concluded, the sergeant reaching to take two flame canisters. It was safe to presume that his combi-weapon was indeed, a combi-flamer.

"Firstly; which of you would wish to operate the Special Weapon? And secondly; are there any questions?"

Nearby, the group could see the neophytes in question - ' Fifth' squad - they numbered at ten, one more than they. One of them (a blonde man, looking a bit older than the rest but certainly no wiser in the art of combat. They perhaps were in the same batch of recruits, also having finished their implants! ) reaching to take a heavy bolter. A small nod of approval came from the group whilst their sergeant ordered them to carry ammo boxes for the weapon.




OOC: One person in the group will have a special weapon. Otherwise, you may have:
Regulated loadout (boltgun, knife, pistol, three grenades (krak or frag))
CQC loadout (Shotgun, Pistol & Chainsword, three grenades)

As the brother seargent led them to the armory Caelius couldnt help but feel excitement , to fight alongside the chapter for the first time would truly be a truly monumentous Expeirence for himself and the other neophytes. As they stood on the elevator he took a simple moment to appreciate the place tjat had been his home for the past few years of his training.

Once he was let loose into the armory by the Brother Sergeant, even though it was contrary to what his more experienced battle brother had recommended Caelius grabbed the CQC set of equipment and 2 Frag grenades and a single Krak . Upon obtaining his weapons and making they were in good condition, a fact he doubted not thanks to the chapters serfs , servitors, tech adepts and more responsible brothers , he hefted the chainsword feeling its weight and its balance or lack of thereof

Garius also seemed to have a different opinion to the sergeant as he too went for the CQC set of equipment with two Frag grenades and one Krak. He had never been the best shot during training, he was passable obviously but most of his brothers always showed more proficiency. Being close enough to your target where aim didn't mater as much suited him better and the chain sword while not as graceful as the works of beauty power swords carried by more veteran brothers carried was close enough for his tastes. Oh how he wished to carry one of those works of art into battle one day even if that were the day he died he would die a proud angel of the emperor.

But today was not one to think of his own death but of the enemies of man! The greenskins will know the Emperor's wrath as it was projected through him and his brothers. The Heralds of Perdition! He smiled at remembering that fact once again as he brushed off the pain of his chest and surgery scars as he put on the carapace armor with their chapter's symbol on the shoulder. He was so excited he could jump in the air yelling praises but he held himself back. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder after securing the small pouches that held ammunition along with the grenades. He then placed the bolt pistol into it's holster and kept his chain sword in hand and inspected it for far longer than he did the rest of his equipment. Rugged and effective but it just didn't have the elegance of a true sword, he thought as he eventually placed it onto his back.

For Barnabus the trip to the armoury was mostly spent contemplating what weapon could be most effective weapon in the coming engagement based on what he had heard about their foe and second-guessing the choices of his peers to come to a better decision. However wasn't until they got to the armoury and their choices for armaments were laid out before him that he could see for sure what everyone else would go for. When Caelius & Garius both went to get a shotgun and chainsword Barnabus looked over at the neophyte who grabbed the heavy bolter for a moment before shaking his head and pointing at a flamer to indicate his desire for a Special Weapon before voicing it.

"Unless anyone else wishes for a special or heavy weapon of some kind I think I'd like a flamer. As much as a heavy bolter would be good too Sergeant, I think a putting a barrier of flaming promethium between us and the xenos rather than just relying on range and sheer weight of fire might be a safer option. After all if what I've heard about the Orks aside from their vast numbers is true it won't be a case of if they get close enough that such a weapon would be useful to have but when... also a krak grenade and a pair of fragmentation grenades would be quite the boon too." He looked over at Adrian to see how he responded, was it a good choice? Of course Barnabus thought it was but then he knew Caelius Garius probably wouldn't be the only ones to ignore Adrian's advice and grab a shotgun and if the flaming barrier that flamer can create keeps those fellows from being hacked to pieces in an untimely and avoidable death then that would be better for everyone involved.

Seeing as their Battle-Brothers clad themselves in preperation for battle, Andariel watched their armaments as he recollected Sergeant`s briefing and his own knowledge on the greenskins.

Holo-vids and pic-feeds are one thing, but to meet these viscious beasts will be an experience in itself! Seeing some of his brothers sporting Chainswords, Andariel approached and took standard loadout with three Krak grenades that the Quatermaster dispensed.

Swiping his hands over the dented surface of the Bolter, Andariel looked at Barnabus as he made his choice of heavy weapons:

"An excellent choice Brother Barnabus. If anything is to be known about these greenskins is that they are as viscious as they are numerous."

Sammuel observed the choices of weaponary that his brothers picked before picking his own. As he looked over the choices, the advice of not engaging in close combat ran through his mind. It would be no use dying on the first mission by getting to close to the xenos, as some of his brothers now seemed to plan to do. Sammuel decided to follow the sergeants advice, and stay at range.

Having watched the others pick their loadouts, Sammuel decided that like Andariel, he would pick the standard loadout, but would take frag grenades from the quartermaster. This would make sure to cover all posibilities, with the squad having both types of grenade.

He held the bolter in his hands and studied it. Today, they would have their first action. Fighting in the name of the emperor, to cleanse the xenos from this world, and this bolter would help them achieve this task. He smiled. "I am ready, Brother Sergeant." He said, moving to stand next to his brothers who had picked their choices.

When they arrived at the armory, Kyrris was suprised to have been given a choice for armaments. Nevertheless, after a short while he picked up the standart loadout, with a balanced approach on explosives, taking two frak and one Krak grenade.

While continuing with the Rites of Preparation, one of the few things even neophytes were taught, Kyrris looked over to his brothers. He was confused as to why anyone would choose the cqc equipment, but remained silent on the matter. One had to trust his brothers, after all. And it was their Brother Sergeant that would know best.

Once again, to exercise humility.

Kyrris lined up next to his brothers.

Mithras stared into the void as he mulled over the options he was given but were not truly options; what to the knight was a longsword, to the Astartes was his Bolter, and he decided to honour its sancticity by taking it as his weapon of choice, as the standard loadout, and, confident in their ability to obliterate unarmoured xenos, three Krak grenades. Gently, he caressed the surface of the holy bolt-thrower, and let his fingers take in the small imperfections and gentle valleys of its hull. With a brief flash of satisfied smile, he maglocked it to his Carapace.

He too moved to join the line of the ready quietly, never having cared to be a weapons specialist (surely there were more worthy among his squad than him), and stood at attention. "I too affirm my readiness", he spoke in his quiet voice that was nevertheless impregnated with expectation and a hint of uncertain excitement.