@High_Adept_Zeth @Jammysod @Vulpas The ride had been a long one, travelling to each level, only briefly, before the elevator moved onwards to the next, all the while, he enjoying his snack, and getting comfy. So engrossed in his meal, he would not even notice that at one such stop, another being would stride aboard, before again the process continued. As he waited, he'd take to humming a small tune, taught to him by his mother during his youth, teeth gnashing away at the flesh in his maw, eyes glazed over and unfocused, his mind almost running at it's lowest levels, as for the moment, Kooru simply existed. However, this would change, as the elevator arrived at the bridge level, and it's doors opened, allowing the arrival of two new occupants, that though their origins were human, had advanced far beyond such mortal limitations. Kooru wouldn't notice the tremor's in the compartment floor, nor would he notice the words of the conversation exchanged between the arriving warriors, nor the shadow that fell upon where he sat. Happily hidden away within the world of his own thought, he'd hum a small tune, before plopping the final bit of his snack in his mouth, licking at his lips, completely ignorant to the outside world. It would not be until he heard a voice, it's tone soft like silk, sending a warmth through his usually numb body, that he'd find his attention draw outwards, gaze refocusing, to look up at the being before him. In his younger days, Kooru had listened to the tales of the Solar King's Angels, of their battles with the forces of darkness and destruction. He'd been a wide eyed child, hearing of heroics and daring adventures, and learning as to why their God was a benevolent one. As he grew older, he learned that those stories were all to true, when the foul creatures of darkness came to his own homeworld, and how, even in the most desperate of times, The Solar King had come with his angels to see them destroyed. He'd seen their glory, their might, at the end of the battles, the scars and wounds of divine warfare apparent on their holy forms. It had been almost horrific in it's own right, and the sight of such angelic beings enduring such suffering had forever inspired the man. Yet, this was different..... The being before him, was no doubt an angel, for the sheer radiance and beauty that seeped from every fiber of it's being demanded no less a designation. Yet, unlike the war torn forces he'd seen upon his world, he knew this to be a warrior before the battles with the evils that dwelt out in the abyss, unblemished by the suffering he'd seen. Truly, until this moment, Kooru had not known such exquisite examples of being could be made within this dark, cruel, uncaring universe. Beneath his rebreather, his lips would tremble, behind his mask, his eyes would water, his knees buckling, and had he not already been sitting, he might have fallen to his knees, for how could he stand, so filthily clad, before this avatar of divine will? His gaze would lower, as he felt unjust looking into the face of the being that addressed him, his eyes gazing upon the armour it wore, his eyes lost in the miasma of colour that coated it. Truthfully, he barely registered the words spoken to him, his knees curling up, wrapping his arms around his legs, as the mortal attempted to try and fight the urge to simply rock there in silent adulation. However, one word seemed to resonate within his mind, drawing him back to the task at hand. Armoury..... The armoury, yes! That was where he was trying to get to, why he'd gotten on the lift in the first place. Yet, something occurred to him as he looked over towards the button console. Perhaps a third of his selection had been reached, and for the life of him, he couldn't recall if he'd actually reached the armoury, so lost in his own thoughts he'd been. Panic begin to spread through the man, as he realized that this angelic creature had tasked him with a simple directive, and he did not wish to disappoint him. Thus, standing quickly, he'd look over at the console, and press every button upon it once more, just to be on the safe side. Letting out a sigh, he'd go back to where he sat, ignoring the words of the godly beings, for it paid not for mortals such as he to meddle in their affairs, taking a seat, and remaining quiet, waiting patiently, hoping he'd done his holy mission well enough for the approval of the angels among him.
Being as most of his Legion, Solithar kept to himself and kept to darkened areas. First of all he was on a ship other than the his Legion, even there he'd have to keep an eye out but here, here there was no one to call upon as brother to help turn the tide if such an event came to blows. Secondly this ship was bound to have madmen. Thirdly, damned lights. Thankfully his helmet compensated for this and reduced lowed the brightness of the ships interior to a more acceptable level. Waiting a few moments for the elevator to arrive to his location which would no doubt irritate those within the elevator making a diversion. When it arrived Solithar noticed that others were in there already in the elevator, clearly a couple of Astartes but mortals as well. Paying them no attention Solithar passed by finding a safe looking location within the elevator. As the elevator started moving again Solithar gave them a quick look over those present assessing them quickly in case something were to happen. Which one to target first, which was weakest and easiest to incapacitate and so on. It distracted Solithar longer than he thought as the elevator came to a stop. Solithar was mistaken. It stopped at the next level, it showed signs for the medical section which Solithar wondered if he should get off here to check over the medical equipment they had here and if there was anything he could take for himself to replenish something he might be missing. A damned Mortal must have pressed multiple buttons for some reason. It would take some of his precious time away before he was required on the bridge. There was a stronger smell of fear within the elevator though, one of the mortals must have done or thought they were doing something they should have. It was the first Solithar had smiled since arriving to this ship. The elevator finally arrived at the armoury there was an old man he looked as if he just noticed an Astarte for the first time but that made little sense to him since he appeared to have his own guards. Maybe even handlers. Solithar put it out of mind and carried on looking around for anywhere that might have Bolt Rounds. It was only as that old man he'd seen a moment ago called out to the recent arrivals from the elevator. Solithar knew he wouldn't have been the only one brought here by the Emissary but assumed they would have got more than well... Mortals. With the old man calling for him to go over to him, Solithar took a quick assessment of his surroundings and advanced towards him. "Athrillay, kishall zahvai." Solithar spoke, only after a moment did he realise he was still speaking Nostroman. "Apologies" Solithar's low Gothic was guttural and was probably hard for most to really understand. It didn't bother him though. "I forget I'm not with my brethren, I need Bolt Rounds and frag grenades."
@High_Adept_Zeth Fortissimus simply stared at Lanius for a moment, he wondered what he was referring to when he mentioned "it". He was tempted to enquire as to what he was talking about but decided against it and instead figured that perhaps he would find out as he accompanied Lanius to the lower levels. Besides, it would be rude to just answer questions with more questions. "Well, I've heard plenty of people pay me a compliment regarding my swordsmanship skills in my time but never my name. It is appreciated either way of course," He briefly to take a breath before continuing, "in answer to your question, I feel there is nothing I need to redeem myself for, if I found myself in possession of great wealth there aren't many things I can think of doing with it and if the promise of passion means what I think it means I believe I'd likely be considered too old for those sorts of things. In short the answer is glory, something that I found distinctly lacking after a long while of serving the Imperium. I left barely a year ago after they added honour to the things they lacked. I can live under someone lacking one or the other, not both." Fortissimus paused again, this time letting out a sigh that was audible even through his helm as his mind startes drifting to how his brothers turned on him. How they drove him out as if he were some common traitor. The simple thought of it quickly stirred up great anger within him but nonetheless he maintained his composure for the sake of keeping up appearances. After all Lanius seemed a civilised sort and the pair seemed to be hitting it off rather well, no sense in ruining that so early on." So, why not tell me why you are here? No offence but you seem rather overdressed for the current situation with that cape, I can tell you're not like everyone else here based on that alone."
Elevator - @High_Adept_Zeth@@Jammysod @BruticusTheGoreHound Well this Sarath did not expect when she left Konstantin from going from a semi creemy situation to now a quite weird one, from between her being two of those astarte she had seen quite a few times since she ran into that alpha legion guys to here here on the ship, and what looked to be quite a weird looking feral worlder, One of the astartes looked to be a semi what she considered normal and the other, was more... regal seem to have a presences of perfection around him, putting on her helmet she began getting ready for the armory maybe to get some hooked up with a hotshot ammo supplier. Armory- Sarath was first out of the elevator after her weird trip and to meet Jeremiah, "Ahhh yes that is exactly what I need Jerimaih, Think you can hook me up for my missions with ammo for my hotshot pistol, and Long las?, Possibly some grenades for on the ground as well?" She asked looking to the head of the armory.
@Jammysod Finding Fortissimus`s answer to his pryings unexpected, Lanius cocked his head at an angle looking at the ex-Novamarine.In practice the gesture only served to give Fortissimus a head-on look of Baron`s beautiful, chiseled face, the light from nearby suspensor-lamps was caught in the water-fil of his purple eyes, making them glitter.Aware of the new arrivals, yet paying them no attention, Lanius held silence between him and Fortissimus for few more akward seconds, delaying before adding, his face transfigured now with a mischievous grin. "Glory!Such a small word to describe such an elation of the moment!To be exalted so...imagine that feeling, such sensation stretching for longer then eternity!" "Ah...the folly of my vainglorious self is great.But I take no pretense at humility either!" Lanius added, grin still plastered on his face. "So, why not tell me why you are here? No offence but you seem rather overdressed for the current situation with that cape, I can tell you're not like everyone else here based on that alone." "My dear Fortissimus...there is no need to remain so rigid in posture and stoic in words!You can relax now and cast-away such false pretenses at boundaries and codicies!World around you is what you make of it!" Lanius added with enthusiasitic gusto, coming infront of Novamarine and spread his arms, as if able to encapsulate the entirerity of elevator`s interior. "That...and...I do find the environment a bit too dour.Come on...haven't you seen those Iron Warriors?I may be the most radiant and vibrant thing they have seen in their miserable lives!If you ask me, they already lost whatever they fight for if they will act like automatons all the way.If they take no joy in it, it is not worth it." For a moment enthusiasm and eagerness simply brimmed as some sort of thermal aura, almost tangible, from the pale noble.It was at the same time both amusing considering his lower height then Fortissimus, but also infecting in its gusto. "Of course....you haven't heard that from me." Lanius added with a wink that held more charm and grace then all of noble-born ever had, that Fortissimus has seen. Coming to Novamarines`s left side, Lanius placed a gauntlet on his back, edging in to Fortissimus`s helmet,his sweet scents spreading through the filters as he spoke in a conspiratorial tone and with utter confidence: "A sorcerer is present.Which is not that rare considering this is a warband of some size, but these bear the name and blood of Magnus the Red.Which means things will get only more dour with some insufferable idiot thinking he holds a leash on our collars.Feels familiar? I am a Baron of Dawnbreak!Most of these lousy worms are beneath me!You`ll see my dear Fortissimus I shant tolerate any proding, and if this illustrious leader of ours, who busies himself slaughtering mere mortals before attending to us, his Chosen, proves to be eight slabs of meat with no brains or appreciation for his servants, I shant tolerate it for long!"
@High_Adept_Zeth The words (and now scent) of Lanius continued to be oddly agreeable to Fortissimus for some reason and this wasn't lost on him as he thought that, were he a mundane human, he would have been completely enthralled by him or left curled up and rocking back and forth like the mortal who was controlling the elevator. Still, that scent, that face, those eyes and that cape, it was almost too much for even Fortissimus. Had his ability to resist such people and their influence degraded so much in the short time he'd spent away from the Imperium? Regardless, Fortissimus continued to keep up his rather stoic appearance as he spoke. "Hmph, I'm not sure I'd tolerate such an individual for too long, either. Then again who would follow a dullard of that calibre anywhere aside from the frail and easily baffled? Not me, that's for sure. Also... did it never occur to you that maybe I take pride in acting within the very boundaries and stoicism you're referring to?" His smile slowly turned into a grin under his helm. "I'm sure you understand how important it is to keep up certain appearances when in polite company. Imagine how horribly boring it would be if everyone simply revealed their true selves immediately. You could be lord of the whole Galaxy and yet I still wouldn't immediately drop this front because you told me to. No, I think you may find it much more satisfying to find out who I am over time. I find that the anticipation always makes the end result that much... sweeter." Even now Fortissimus knew this could be a rather interesting little game. Perhaps Lanius would scoff at the ideaor perhaps he'd relish the potential challenge he was offering though, considering how much influence Lanius seemed to be having over him already he really started to doubt that challenge would be the right word...
@GobMaw_HellSmasha | @Vlayden Stakh had not entered the elevator; she had no desire to meet the ship's armoury yet. The concept of lending out weapons was strange to the "You loot it, it's yours"-thinking Beastwoman, and she had all she needed, anyway (in thinking this, she gave her axe a little caress). Even if this hadn't been her general disposition, the Gave was also bound by her curiosity for the... box that reeked of death and decay, and had been brought to the bridge just so briefly ago. Beastmen weren't taught that it was impolite to stare (just that you tended to get punched in the face if one stared at the wrong things for too long), and so, she stared, until her eyes started hurting. It was a good, familiar pain, but still, she averted her sight. Instead, then, she stared at the captain, a non-horned female. Stakh understood that humans didn't elect their leaders by virtue of brawling or horn size, but not the exact details of the process. And so, being the curious thing that she was, she crouched down a bit (just a little bit - she was very tall for the hornless!) to be more on level with the captain, and asked her, in her most diplomatic tone, "So how does one such as you become a leader of a herd such as this?"
@Vulpas The man merely shrugged and reached for a handful of power packs. "We got laspacks. All yer gettin' - want grenades, gotta get permission first." Was his simple response. @Casavay The woman gave a look of disdain to the... Abhuman, before raising her brow. "Simply by being more skilled in my skills of leadership upon a ship such as this one; and doing so with some respect at least. We pride ourselves for earning our positions, not by slitting throats or beating others to get our way." Was her response. "Eight years is how long it took me; we don't go proving our worth by stature, or strength, but our skills in flight and combat. It's better than having an incompetent idiot at the helm." @GobMaw_HellSmasha The Captain's eyes did linger upon the Box's viewport for a moment, still awaiting his response; perhaps having the Sorcerer's Rubricae be allowed here was a mistake...
@dx144 "Normal .75, right?" The man asked, stepping over to a locker-room to the side. "Not stalker rounds? Jus' makin sure; don't want a misfire on ya or anythin'." He said, pulling out the large bolt-magazines with some effort; the boltguns of Astartes were considerable in size, and their magazines were no different. For a normal human, the clips alone would be bludgeons! "I'll~ deal ya three mags. Grenades are a no-go for you lot."
To say that Rotticus wasn't nervous at the fact of being surrounded by Rubricae would be a lie. From the viewpoint he looks at the Rubricae posted behind the captain as she looked toward his direction. "Yes, if we would like to discuss such...delicate matters, perhaps we can do so without the eye and ears of Tzeentch baring down on the both of us" He was about to gesture toward the Rubricae when it came to his attention how pointless and futile it'd be to do so anyway. "It is impossible of me to bring harm anybody within the confines of my entombment. The...sorcerers have made sure of that..." he wasn't exactly happy with being unable to spread Nurgle's joys to others like a true follower of the Plaguefather. And he was getting ancy at this time. "As one such as yourself who remains neutral to the dark gods, perhaps you would like to keep this meeting neutral and be so kind as to ask the...slaves of the over contemplative one...to vacate the premises? I pose no threat to the sorcerer in my current state, he would be unable to say the same for me."
