- Virgil Virgil had taken the liberty of equipping a few new items for this mission. He wore the gloves given to him by Engiseer Robertus. Holding the anti-daemon weapon, procured from Zeth's former effects. His breather was locked on his mouth and he wore a new visor. This one seeming to fit with the breathing apparatus. There was very little skin exposed. You'd think he was going into a poisonous death world, oh wait. Having left Fric aboard the Ebony Flame, the dangers proving to great to bring him. Virgil sat Between those others he'd come to see as friends in the retinue. Astartes Phoebus and Enginseer Robertus, but still close enough to former-Inquisitor Bishop. Since the deployment he has been acting a little odd. Present for meetings was one thing, but it seemed when Veronica was outside her quarters Virgil was close by. Claiming to have gotten lost or the coincidence of going the same way. In his free hand he held a small round device, the psy-dampener used to disguise Veronica's double. "Mistress Bishop, I do believe this belongs to you. I think it will be invaluable for this mission." He said while handing it to her.
"I will keep it. Thank you." She took the Psy-Dampener, but instead of equipping it, she slid it into her pocket - for when the moment was right.
As he stepped down the ramp and behind Davarus, Razauil simply shrugged before continuing. These places had a special influence over any of his kind and despite the protection he had (not the foolish purity seals which he threw away the moment nobody was watching), he wasn't fond of staying here for any longer period of time. Still, he kept his weapon deactivated as he gazed in the distance, them not suffering an attack already was a sign for alarm. But from his helmeted visage nothing but cold stare of red eyelenses could be seen. "Lets go Imperials, clock is ticking."
Phoebus was rearmed, rearmored, and ready to kill in the Emperor's name. His stay at the ship's Chapel had cleared his mind and fortified his spirit. 'I hope you are well ms. Ry'thss, the Emperor protects all his subjects.' His new compliment included a Inferno-pistol, the psyk-out grenade and the return of his storm shield. He would take no chances against the forces of chaos, especially the servants of Nurgle. His trusty chainsword at his side as always, with a remote detonator and spare melta-grenades. His helmet and leg repaired, the previous damage almost unnoticeable. The purity seal adorned his left shoulder guard. "Since our approach to the planet, has there been any new information discovered about the planet?"
"I am in charge here." Davarus clarified to Razauil, pushing him aside as he stepped past him. "Only that the Warp plays tricks with us. Scans everytime gave complete different results. The only thing one can trust is our faith. Be strong and nothing shall befall you." Davarus instructed as he marched toward the cursed woods, the Valkyrie remaining as Bear had been the pilot. Selina marched next to Veronica. Cha'ka assumed position next to Razauil. The others were rather scrambled. As they arrived at the Forest that seemed dead from the outside, it changed abruptly when they entered. Be it random or their presence. But fruits grew on trees, hanging low as if seducing them with their looks. Perfect apples, strawberries and other tasty things popping up, ready to be devoured fresh from this overpopulated garden. Davarus easily saw the deception and walked on casually, but aware. It would be a long march, and who knew what the forest had in stock for the group?
Razauil remained on his place as the Acolyte went past him. Not really interested in the idiot, he let him take the forward, not even wanting to be near him, especially if something was to happen. In fact he (and now Cha'ka), took the rear of the group, casually strolling through the garden. Despite everything, he was certain there was nothing here that could match his skills.
"I smell your cockiness." Cha'ka commented with a beaky-grin. "But I see you want them all to die first and beg you for help. You only forget the calculation... What if we walk into an ambush? Then we will be the first to die." The Kroot made it sound more like a challenge than an insult. His Klaive ready to tear enemies apart.
