"I do understand your point, then; admittedly, they are more here for the sake of the Crew if anything. Boarding actions have been attempted numerous times by the Imperium; his Rubricae were vital in keeping this Bridge from falling into enemy hands." She said with a nod, stepping back to sit upon her 'throne' yet again. Quite literally seconds after having even the vague hint of them about to be ordered to exit, they did so - all of the large Automatons marching out into the bridge's staircase without much more than the noise of their heavy boots against the metal floor. "I will say, though, I have no such power over the Sorcerer himself; though, from what I seem to have gathered, we seem to have at least one of each of the Gods' Chosen here as it is, if we include him. He'd have far more pressing worries than your presence."
Kooru sat, rocking back and forth, in his small corner of the elevator compartment, while, not even five meters from him, angels held a discussion of grander things. The man knew not what they spoke of, his mind filtering out the holy words of their discourse almost instinctively, for what could a mortal like him do to deserve to hear the phrases of the gods? Hidden within the confines of his mind, the being barely kept himself from weeping at this discovery, this sure sign that his path and devotion to it was true and righteous. He could take heart in the fact that if he had found angels, then he decision to come aboard this venture had been the right one, and perhaps, with patience and endurance, he'd find the deity he'd sought after for so long. A chime, much like all others that sounded out, would be heard, as the doors to the next floor opened up. Kooru would not even notice this, so lost in thought he was, yet the movement of those within drew him back to the world around him. Seeing how people moved about, he concluded that this would be the armoury that the angel had sought. Letting loose a sigh, his duty to the divine fulfilled, he felt his body relax, before alarm spread through him. OH! YES! He was looking to come here in the first place. Seeing the doors closing, and not wishing to try and find this place once more, Kooru would swiftly get to his feet, and run out. The doors to the elevator closing right behind him, the man would give a prayer of thanks, his long time spent on that contraption over for now. With that, he'd turn back towards the line of people, addressing the man who no doubt handed out the ammunition, like the ration master back on his homeworld. Stepping forth, and hearing the man's words, he'd feel a slight irritation at the developments. Only las packs, this would not do, as he'd tried time and again to load his assault shotgun with the ammo. Yet, it would seem he just couldn't convince the weapon to try new things, and he didn't even want to get started on his pistol. As such, the disheveled man would move forward, careful to give another of the angels, who brought more terror to his heart than he'd care to admit, a wide berth, before simply asking. "Will you be able to provide ammunition for my assault shotgun? I need atleast...." He'd pause, running a hand down to his pockets, both in his pants, and his jacket. Testing the size and volume of each, he'd concentrate trying to come up with a rough amount he could carry before replying. "Fifty more shells, but no more than three groups of a hundred shells. I don't gots the pocket space for anymore than that."
To say that Jeremiah felt like he was being Bullshitted was a colossal understatement, little more than a deadpan stare being offered. He did at least step over to the lockers, checking through them out of sight. "What~ gauge? Twelve?" He asked. Though a few seconds later he'd come out with a box of approximately thirty shells, setting it on the table. "If you want, can give ya a lasgun; we have plenty of 'em and wouldn' miss one or two. Better than missing a tenth of the counter-supply of shells."
Kooru would listen to the words the man spoke, nodding slowly at his words like "tenth of the counter supply" to show he understood what he meant. In actuality, he did not, and as he nodded, he would slowly slide a hand to grab at the box of shells, pulling them back towards himself, all casual like. He had just assumed the box would contain the rough number of shells he'd asked for and was quite happy about getting them. Yet the offer of another gun would be something he'd consider, mulling it over in his head for a time. As he did the man would lock up, going completely still, save for the slight tremors in his hands, that started up in his hands about ten seconds later. The shakes, growing more and more intense, would continue until the box in his grip was rattling. Finally he'd take in a breath and reply. "Ok! Thanks mister!" To say Kooru was pleased would be an apt observation.
More & More it was clear that Jeremiah was... Off-put by the man. Not in a suspicious way, but more to the lines of.... Is this guy really one of those summoned by the Emissary? It wasn't his place to judge, he thought to himself - deciding instead to simply pull up a simple bullpup-style lasgun and offer it to the man, with three laspacks as well. "Each laspack has about one-fifty shots on normal setting with that pattern. If you bring it to max setting, should be about sixty, but enough punch to actually damage power armour weakpoints. Just don' fire too much or th' barrel might warp a bit on max settings; not hotshot weapons, they don' got the cooling systems."
"This should do Thank you Jeremiah," Sarath said as she took the las packs and put them in her pack for later. "So, Jeremiah, Have you heard anything about the planet were heading to?" Sarath decided to ask deciding to try to learn something about where they were heading to and what possibly what she may face while down there. Sarath kept herself standing as she noted the weird person beside her in the odd armor. She kept in her parpahil vision to make sure he wasn't going to do anything weird.
The words of warning to Kooru would pass through one ear and out the other, especially with the confusing number he'd given him. One hundred and fifty, what in the Solar King's sight was that supposed to mean? Scooping up the las gun, and putting the packs in his pockets, he'd hold onto one piece of advice, remembering to set the las gun to high when he fired. Sixty shots he could keep track of, and if it was stronger, all the better. The man spoke of the barrel warping, but he was pretty sure he'd heard some other people talk about warping when they were flying around in their star ships, so he was pretty sure that was a joke. Guns couldn't just go flying through the heavens, that was ridiculous and silly. Stiffing back a laughing snort, he'd hold the las gun in his arm, cradling it like a child, as he walked back towards the elevators, taking a seat on the floor. He'd press the buttons there, thankfully, there only being two of them this time, before plopping down on the ground. Pulling out his knife from his ankle scabbard, he'd begin carving his name into the side of the gun. He wanted to make sure it didn't get mixed up with all the other rifles that he was sure he'd come to see.
"You misunderstand my intentions, Captain. Whether or not you held such leash on the sorcerer, I merely wished for this meeting to take place on neutral ground. And I'd feel the sentiment would be lost with the automatons of Tzeentch barring down on all of us. Though I am grateful you understood why I would be...hesitant." Rotticus was relieved at not having Rubricks near him while he was in such a vulnerable state. "If the loyalists are indeed bold enough to board us then might I suggest you have me in a more useful state than I'm in currently, so that I may better share the gifts of the Plaguefather with our intrusive guests. It wouldn't be the first boarding party I have personally intercepted, and it'd bring great joy to the little ones to be able to greet them." @Casavay From his limited vision from his view port, Rotticus was only able to see the Captain, but he knew he was not alone in the room. For one thing, she recently asked a question to the captain, and hasn't wandered off, unlike the others that were here prior to his arrival. "So there is another in this room aside from the good Captain and myself still? I can not exactly see them from where I am. Though from what I overheard earlier, they are beastmen are they not? What brings such a warrior of the dark gods to this humble little warband?"
@Jammysod Despite Lanius` rather short attention span, Fortissimus` words seemed to have struck a chord and Baron`s dreamlike features changed drastically to that of silent reflection, the quick change of expression was disturbing to behold on his pale features.Such fluctuation of such diverging emotions seemed unnatural for a human. Retreating his hand from Novamarine` shoulder and cradling it under his chin, Lanius assumed the pose of silent reflection, with his eyes turning glassy, their gaze inward.For a moment, that seemed like an eternity, a drastic change in the atmosphere as its conductor - Lanius, was suddenly silent.Then a crescent crack, that was his smile, broke through the posture, his eyes returning their glittering light, his features suddenly animated with virile life. A laugh burst from his throat as he pulled his head back, the long hair following with a swish.The laugh was not throaty, but was unsettling loud, both irritating because of the odd tones it resonated with and pleasing at the almost feminine quality of it. "My Fortissimus..." he said, looking at his helmeted companion with a soft smile suddenly composed, his voice melancholic "...this is exactly what I mean.I have conversed with you but a few words, and already I have learned something new!Galaxy has still so much to offer us..." With that said, the elevator clunked as the ancient mechanisms behind it stirred to action.Looking over Fortissimus` shoulder at the elevator rune-bank, Kooru was once again within his flickering attention, as the mortal probably dabbled over-zealously with the controls again. "You better go...I`ll think more on your words concerning our mystical leader.I`ll join you on the bridge, but first..." he added with a mischievous grin, gesturing to the still helmeted Novamarine "I`ll have to fetch my helmet from the chambers."
Solithar was glad to see that this mortal was at least agreeable in compliance with his demands. Checking over the magazines, checking their quality and all seemed to be an acceptable level. The other mortals were tedious to say the least. One seemed a complete moron and other scared of their own shadow. Solithar had seen more strength in slaves and at least they'd know how to repair armour or weapons when pressed. They were nuisances at best, at least they were leaving or being quiet now. As Solithar finished off checking the Ammo he looked at the man as he gave the words that there'd be no frags. "Zarre?" Solithar noted he was speaking Nostroman again, old habits die hard he guested... "I must have misheard you mortal. It sounded as if you're refusing my Request for fragmentation grenades." Solithar's gothic was in a more growled voice than before, who knew if this made it harder or easier to understand but hopefully it conveyed Solithar's displeasure with this mortal.
