Soon a Cybernetica Datasmith by the name of Raternle accompanied by his Crusader Robot with the designation of Omincron-X41 approached the Marine who had broadcasted his offer. Seeing that Thanatos was busy with other hopefuls to his ranks, Raternle waited for the Marine to finish with the current batch before he would make himself known, uploading a new command to Omincron-X41 to hold position so that the machine didn't accidentally step on anyone, including himself. However he waited within sight of Thanatos however just to make sure that he did see both Omincron-X41 and himself.
"You must be... One of the locals?" Thanatos inquired, raising an eyebrow behind his mask. "I suppose I should have anticipated mutants coming crawling at my feet to get off this rock... Very well. You look like you can kill something and you survived thus far which means you are not completely incapable. Get a quarter." He points inside of the ship. "The magos could need a hand in the workshop... So feel free to meet up with him and see what needs to be done. As for your.... Partner. Just make sure the beast doesn't devour any of my important crewmen. Perhaps set up a den or something in one of the cargo bays, I don't know. Figure it out. But the moment it causes trouble, I shall have it's head." Thanatos noticed the newcomer, but was not going to let his attention off the Warpsmith and Beastmaster in front of him just yet. Nor that mutant-arachnid thing. The Guilty Pleasure was exactly what one would imagine from the name and the fact it was a Slaanesh club. It was covered in deep purple and blue tones in the inside with neon-lights swirling around and pulsating. With a rather big dance-floor in the center and on the outskirt of the club various darkened private booths for those that needed to 'relax' or 'enjoy one anothers company'. From the information Knightmare extracted, the target would be obviously in the VIP lounge. Nobody appeared to care for the individual who just entered.
Tyranus made the long trek to the Dark Chapel, leaning on his scythe and weezing loud enough to be heard down the halls. Upon reaching the Dark Chapel he entered and to no surprise, saw exactly what he expected to. "Well...well...well.....How pleasantly nutruel of him....I suppose the assumption here is....to make it our own. To make our own....place of worship to our beloved Father Nurgle....Where are servants when you need them....I suppose we are to do without...." He walked to the front, in typical fashion, and took a seat while letting out a long and labored breath. "I suppose I shall wait to see....if any help will show it's face."
Simeon slipped out of view while the others talked, entering the ship shortly after the Dread Guard and the hag. As they entered the Dark Chapel, he passed them, moving on to the crew quarters and returning to his own. He set his helm on the bed and sat down, stalker bolter propped against one shoulder while he rested. He contemplated what he'd learned of the other crew members, and especially what he'd learned of the chaos lord whose ship he now found himself on.
Seeing that Thantos had noticed him, Raternle and his robot advanced forwards to join the gathering, and once he was in the group, he said to the Astartes "I am Raternle, Cybernetica Datasmith and I seek to join your crew. If you would have perform a task to prove my worth, you may set one." As he spoke, his arms folded as a sign he wouldn't wait for an answer, a gesture that was mimicked by the Crusader Robot. This was an intentionally programmed action by the former Mechanicum man, who had found it useful to use his Robots as a proxy for himself when dealing with certain characters.
@matt23 "And in times of great uncertainty, of great change, the followers of the great father looked to the heavens and cried out for His aid. And lo, from their bodies sprang forth disease, and from their diseases sprang forth death, and on this glorious eve of decay and rebirth, He embraced his faithful and said 'ask, and ye shall recieve'." Emerging from the path that would lead to the quarters, the witch limped towards her fellow Nurglite, reciting a made-up Nurglite psalm. Her speech was interpunctuated by audible sighs of exertion, as if her frail body could barely support itself. But in spite of this, her words were heavy with intent, faith, and the faint presence of her eternal smile. Sarcopha chuckled. "Papa sent me a vision, beloved brother. I heard your thoughts, your intentions. Papa told me." She sat down next to him, tailor-style, and stared upon the altar in front of them. "Let us make this a chapel worthy of a black crusade. In time."
@Casavay Tyranus nodded to the witch as she sat down. His weezing was very loud, "The burden of the plague....is a great honor, but a honor that....comes with a price." He then coughed a few times, which all sounded very deep. He then looked up and around at the chapel and nodded, "Indeed....in time this could become a great....house of decay."
A blue hooded man parted way from the crowed gather near the loading ramp. A number of small hanging knickknacks clinking as he went. He appeared to have very little save for the cloak and clothes on his back and the weapons at his side to deter would be theives. Under the shaded hood, white hair locks could be be seen near the brim. A normal blue right eye and an unnaturally yellow left. Beyond pale skin and an unkept look, he might have passed for a regular human. Almost. "You are looking for crew? Will you be leaving soon? Soon is better than later. Where are you going? Who are you? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Are you really going to wage war and if so, with whom? Do you like Killing? I don't care for it, but I also find it quite thrilling!" Question after question, an interrogation more than an introduction. If not stopped, the Hooded figure might just talk the Traitor Blood Angel's ears clean off. There was just something about the way he asked questions that seemed like a threat and innocent curiosity crashing into each other. A little unnerving if you were a lesser mind.
Malrus- Malrus nodded. "Thank you Captain I shall head right away to the workshop, To introduce myself to the magos, If there is any need I shall be likely in the workshop with him." Malrus said as he went off to the workshop. "Mortimor If you want me to set up a cage for your beast come see me later. I Shall be off." Malrus said as he began his trek on board the ship and towards the workshop. Mortimor- "Alright Sir I Know just the thing I can get Malrus to build me. Come Cerberus lets head to the ships shrine first, Maybe we can meet more friends that follow our path, I think I saw a few Earlier." Mortimor said as he coughed several times as he made his way on board Cerberus on his leash followed close behind panting as he went and looking about looking at what might be there new home.
"Kicked out of the Dark Mechanicus district here?" Thanatos asked chuckling. "Our magos could use every mechanical hand he can get his claws on. Make sure that... Servant of yours doesn't mess around with anything, such as attempts to steal data, or else it and more importantly you will be turned into scrap. If you accept those terms, move inside and seek out the Magos. He shall see to get you settled. Just tag along with him." The Lord-Captain pointed at Warpsmith Walrus or what his name was. All unimportant pawns so far anyhow... "Shut up." Thanatos ordered. "Thinking to have any right to ask questions and so many at once if you do not even tell your name to me?!" He grabbed him by the neck with his left hand and lifted him up easily. "Tell me who you are and what you are before I lose myself and splatter your inner organs all across the deck."
