"As much as Im sure normally tactical simulations are populer here, i am not mind of it right now, and it is Unlike the Fenrisian way, and Ive heard that these catachan fighters are tough," he said thumbing towards Denton, "so Why not a tournament? Sounds fun, Ill teach your some thing a servitor never could" Tyr said he could do with Breaking a few noses, show them the true strength of a brawler
Once through the room, Alnar searched for the console he needed and a possible hiding place in case he needed to duck out of sight quickly. Wouldn't do to linger in place for too long especially with such short windows of opportunity. Alnar had the short end of the rope, that much was certain, captain's word weighed more than his if this went sour. What was humorous however was that all the bluster, glory and supposed autonomy these Astartes were proud of there sure was a lot of sneaking and subterfuge about. After all they were relying on an alien to get things done.
"I will neither confirm nor deny any rumors about the passengers of this ship and if I have to be honest I am not even sure about them myself", Phyrrus said in a sarcastic tone. "I am do indeed hail from Terra, I am Captain Phyrrus Ataraxus of the 23nd palatine sentinel regiment, which is under the direct command of the High Lords and I have served a century guarding the throneworld, from the highest spires, to the lowest underhives. I have to admit I enjoy Ultramar, it seems very oderly and peaceful. While holy Terra might be glorious and the center of imperial authority, below the golden spires and gigantic walls live billions wallowing in squalor, carving out a bleak existence. Trust me when I tell you that between scheming nobles and frenzied underhivers, Terra is more dangerous than the most hazardous death world. Enough about me though, tell me, whom do I have the honor of adressing?"
Denton, once arriving in front of the Ultramarine Admiral - master of the fleet, it seemed - had leaned on the edge of the catwalk and looked up at the Space Wolf which had come with him. He'd maybe not been expecting to be pulled into any kind of their training exercise, but he wouldn't be one to turn down a challenge. He pulled out his knife and idly twirled it in his hand, looking between the two space marines and seeming to think. "Well, it's not like I can say no, can I?" he smirked. "A tournament sounds fun." he said with a slightly primal smirk, looking forwards to testing his skills once more.
~~ On the Orbital Shipyards of Calth - Still on The Darkest Night ~~ @Taec - Laeris, Dark Eldar (M) Trueborn ~~ Librarium - Codicer Librarian Iovita ~~ @Vulpas - Red Tarsinis, Human (M) Crusader @Tamu - Goreparan, Minotaur (SM) Apothecary @Maleth - Felthernia Nar'Therena, Starlen (F) Assassin @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Lanius Skyruss, Human (M) Tech Priest @Donairian - Frederick Cooper, Human (M) Primaris Psyker -- waiting on players -- ~~ Primary Docks - Narrator ~~ @KorCharon - Phyrrus Ataraxus, Terran (M) Palantine Sentinel "Of course you won't tell me." The Ultramarine said without much emotion on his face or in his voice. "And you are right, political intrigue is deadly for all citizens of the Mankind. I just recently witnessed such on one of our worlds under protection, Pavonis. Personal gains and desires should never outweigh what will propel mankind forward. If you consider how much the Hammer of the Imperium, the Astartes, Sororitas and other military arms sacrifice to protect the many who care only about themselves it is quite... Ironic." He smirked a little bit, perhaps acknowledging that he too has ambitions. After all, even Space Marines were humans. "Forgive me my manners. I'm Captain Learchus Abantes of the 4th Company. Glad to make your acquaintance, Phyrrus Ataraxus. Tell me. Could I motivate you to fight in a training environment? I haven't seen the skills of a Sentinel in person, and am rather curious if your reputation holds up when challenged." The smirk from earlier prevailed through his question. ~~ Imperial Navy Academia, Training Barracks - Master of the Fleet Lazlo Tiberius ~~ @BadDo9 - Denton 'Longfang' Reach, Catachan (M) Jungle Fighter @Grall_Stonefist - Tyr Nosebreaker, Space Wolf (SM) Grey Hunter "Very well then. Please see the quartermaster downstairs to exchange your equipment for more ideal weapons. They still can be quite painful, but death should be avoidable even with the strongest blows. I will let the Marines and Armsmen give a heads-up to prepare. And we will see if the new recruits are ready for less... Traditional combat. Just keep it fair and fight with courage and honour." The Admiral nodded to them and gestured to the door at the end of the hallway. It would lead to a staircase and from there straight to the quartermaster one had to go through before even entering the training halls. They were asked to write down their names and possessions before they would be taken by Servitors and Serfs. And they received equivalent equipment as training gear. Which meant no power fields, blunter edges, lack of poisons. The weight balance and shape of the weapons was maintained, even ranged weapons were offered. They were not deadly, but loaded still with metal pellets that would hurt severely. Of course for the purposes of normal humans and Astartes fighting side-at-side, the Space Marines were forced to abandon their power armor as that factor alone would them beyond most humans. In exchange, Tyr Nosebreaker had to cope with bland black robes that matched his Deathwatch Armor. Denton on the other hand didn't need to change. ~~ Communication Deck - Narrator ~~ @Wata - Alnar, Eldar (M) Corsair Reaver Alnar would have dashed through the first room, only to find himself not just yet in the communications room itself but a hallway. Going left or right. His eyes shot up for signage and quickly could decipher the simple low-gothic to identify that left was the way to go to the communications center. As he was dashing silently forward, he would always keep his eyes open for hiding spots. And in fact as some purposeful Tech priests came walking along, the Corsair would find himself having to hide behind what the humans call a 'logic machine' terminal. But as fate willed it, that is exactly where the Tech priests headed. They were both quiet, but he could hear the fingers tapping on the runes of the physical interface. How primitive. With a mind link like wraithbone allows all the required actions would have already been performed - any Eldar would think. The only reason Alnar could be relaxed about is because after a few minutes of their interfacing and no other movement, they finally turned and moved in the opposite direction of the Void Dragon. They walked back into the direction where Alnar had come from. Once the way was clear he could continue on his path into the communication center, or maybe attempt to see what the Tech priests had been up to. Although he was long enough working with these Mon'keigh to figure it was most likely nothing more than some mandatory sign-in for their work shift.
"I understand, and thank you for your time Frederick," red said as he saw the psyker leave, He would begin reading the tome scanning through it and slowly looking for skills demonstrations, techniques and examples of how the men fought, Such skills that might be useful for a Crusader and how to react and adapt to various situations in different combat situations, trying to learn from the experience of those who who where written about in this tome.
"I suppose one could call me a Starlen, and well, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't welcome where I came from." Felthernia, replied before she said "Still, sounds like a tome that is very much useful for anyone, irrespective of need, a credit to the writer and their talents." Also, it sounded like something she should get her hands on, if only because it would be helpful for working with at least the larger of the humans by knowing what was their 'standard' tactics were. "Anyways, I suppose I should also have a look at the other facilities around the Shipyard, even if I must say I do like this place." The self-identified Starlen said, before making a move to depart from the Librarium and go looking for the larger human leader she had seen leave the vessel, given the raised interested that was waylaid by her visit here.
Lanius watched as the xenos revealed a bit of information referingnto themself as a Starlen. He found this facininating, a Xenos he had not heard of before and evidently it had a reason to not be with its kind. Perhaps it was a criminal or political dissident, unfortunately before he could contemplate more the so called Starlen left the room. Lanius went to follow, trying to not be that obvious about it but still wanting to not lose sight of it.
That got close but not close enough. Alnar didn't bother investigating the business of menials and kept with his job, taking care to remain hidden just as before. Less time he spent on this the fewer risks he had. With every passing breath and silent step he took homesickness grew more fierce and the chance he was given he wasn't about to waste. That communication device better be near.
~~ On the Orbital Shipyards of Calth - Still on The Darkest Night ~~ @Taec - Laeris, Dark Eldar (M) Trueborn ~~ Librarium - Codicer Librarian Iovita ~~ @Vulpas - Red Tarsinis, Human (M) Crusader @Tamu - Goreparan, Minotaur (SM) Apothecary @Donairian - Frederick Cooper, Human (M) Primaris Psyker "Starlen..." The Codicer hummed thoughtfully and nodded, watching the Xeno leave. With a mere hand gesture he called over one of the library aides, a girl, maybe no older than 10. He gave her a handwritten note and then sent her off. Noticing that the techpriest left as well, and the Crusader being occupied with one of the tomes, he decided it was time to take care of the patient Minotaur. What an oxymoron that was, but apparently the Deathwatch changes people. "Frederick." Iovita called the psyker out, walking to the minotaur. It was clear the Librarian wanted his most trusted helper around, considering all the other special guests had been tended to or left. Iovita had to look quite a way up to Goreparan, as he was small amongst Astartes. "So tell me, Apothecary. What brought you here? Wishing to hear about the deeds of your chapter while you had been deployed? Curious about the ones your kin feuds the most? Or maybe, you wish to advance your knowledge on medicine? And while it is unlikely, I still shall ask. If maybe, you are interested in the state of our primarch and his poisoned wound?" ~~ Lower Decks - Narrator / Deathwatch Captain Varuuk ~~ @Maleth - Felthernia Nar'Therena, Starlen (F) Assassin @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Lanius Skyruss, Human (M) Tech Priest It was the trait of an assassin to find ones target. And although it took the Starlen quite a while, she would track the Deathwatch captain down earlier or later. If it was a smart idea as a xeno to hunt down the leader of the alien hunters, the Ordo Xenos, was to be seen. Lanius was ever behind her to make sure she wouldn't do anything stupid, or maybe, it was the quest for knowledge that drove the architect. It might had been fascinating to watch an alien sniff out a target based on minimal information in a foreign environment. But somehow she managed to make her way. Yet it was strange, why would a Deathwatch Captain spend time in the lower decks where mostly machines operated. Then again, he is an Iron Hand. Varuuk stood on a catwalk, at least two hundred feet below a mighty frigate of the Imperium that was being repaired after severe damage. Robotic arms, remote controlled by tech priests welded and pushed layer after layer of metal onto the frame. He was watching the process for at least an hour now, and it would take hundreds more, long after they left for Tyran, until this vessel was ready for battle. He only lowered his eyes when he heard faint steps in the distance, not even getting into battle stance as there were no real opponents, not down here. "Have you come to join me, watch the Omnissiah's work be done? Or is your interest of something else?" He asks cold, bitter and annoyed. His remaining organic eye squinting, while the lens seemed to flash for a moment, yet both and keeping their constant focus on Felthernia. ~~ Primary Docks - Narrator ~~ @KorCharon - Phyrrus Ataraxus, Terran (M) Palantine Sentinel -- waiting on player -- ~~ Imperial Navy Academia, Training Barracks - Master of the Fleet Lazlo Tiberius ~~ @BadDo9 - Denton 'Longfang' Reach, Catachan (M) Jungle Fighter @Grall_Stonefist - Tyr Nosebreaker, Space Wolf (SM) Grey Hunter -- waiting on players -- ~~ Communication Deck - Narrator ~~ @Wata - Alnar, Eldar (M) Corsair Reaver Alnar moved swift and silent, like it would be expected from an Eldar. It was a wise choice of his to not interact with the terminal, as the door the two priests had left from was about to close. He could easily gauge it was a high-security door, which would raise awareness to his presence if it had opened again. He slipped in just before the hydraulics pushed the portal close. Within the blink of an eye, multiple priests turned around, only to see... Nothing. The reaver made use of his agility that surpassed normal humans easily and had leapt up, spreading arms and legs wide to stay unnoticed under the ceiling, the tiered gothic architecture saving him. He could guess to be in the right room, and most likely any of these consoles could work for him. He carefully peaked out to see there are four operators in this room. There was no chatter going on over the vox-channels, but it seemed they were wired directly into the consoles. And their hands were moving fast over the primitive input devices. The Corsair had observed this before on-board of his slavemasters vessel. They were transcribing logs. This meant while they could see, they would be unable to hear him. Now the question for him in person was to whether attempt doing this without conflict, or to dispose of them. They were no fighters, so the answer to the question of whether he would die or not was as clear as day. But whether or not he could kill them fast enough before an alarm was rang, that was the real question. He had waited earlier to let harm move out of his way, yet in this scenario idleness might harbor problems, newcomers might glance up and discover him, in the worst case scenario such newcomers would be a security patrol. Luckily for him, he would not be trapped in here either way - whether or not they would find him. He still had the Deathwatch keycard that would get him out if he had to make a run for it, with Isha's grace, it might even be able to override a lockdown if these techpriests initiated one. But right now, he had to push his luck, skill and fate and make a decision. To be a hunter as Kurnous and dispose of the prey. Or to put fate into Cegorachs dice and attempt to move silently like the Harlequin navigate the webway.
