"Foolish daemon, nothing can survive wrath of the Steel Predators," Chagatai spat in the direction of the portal, giving his own reply to the strange voice before it disappeared and the warp portal closed. Making sure that there weren't any stray enemies around, the Assault Marine sighed and began cleaning his weapon and armor of any stray pieces of gore and blood, clapping the scout's back after he was done with that. "Good work little one! Told you you'll do good, didn't I?"
"The twisted and heretical always resort to foul lies and sinister words when they are cornered and weak," the disgust was obvious in his voice. "To think they onced served the Emperor makes me even more sick. Blind fools ran to heresy like a child to its mother," he lifted his helmet only to spit on one of bodies before lowering it once more. He then held up Iron Fang and nodded, "You did well once again old friend. If only my technique could catch up to your hunger, then we'd be unstoppable," he laughed slightly through his vox in a robotic voice.
<Gor> "Consider your penance to be a trial of patience in the face of further infuriating rites that might be beyond your understanding. You get to help our Storm Seers file away all the proper paper work along with the Serfs come time to begin colonizing this world and making it our own. In the mean time, Brother-Apothecary Barren, with your permission as de-facto command of our squad I would request everyone clear the area, begin spreading word to the peoples of this planet like Seer Jengir and myself begin to burn this entire area of its taint, enemy bodies included. They do not deserve the dignity of being made trophies and those touched by the warp can only invite trouble if kept around. "
Barren looked to Gor, "Permission Granted." Barren said as he began pressing several buttons on his helmet, He then began looking at the Recordings of his helmet trying to figure out what was going on, As this wen't he seemed to begin piecing things together, "Brother Gor I may need your assistance, I believe there is possibly a blank spots in my memory when I was hit in battle by these heretics, Part of my memory of why we came here is gone and Possibly a part of my memory when I became a apothecary and what happened up during this mission up to this point." Barren said as he took of his helmet to look at the area.
~~Jarl~~ "Aye, aye milord!" The young scout said with a burst of excitement. It was very well real because he would now very well have a task he could perform to put his spirit, mind and soul appease, and support the chapter. "Yes, sir! But it did not matter if I finished a foe or not, for the victory is all ours, no single man could have done what we did. We only were capable of this because we fought and acted as one unit." He rose back to his feet and offered his arm in the warrior's grip to Chagatai who was somewhat like an idol to Jarl. He was such a talented warrior, and swinging an Eviscerator as if it was a mere regular Chainsword!
<Gor> @Vulpas Stepping over to their Apothecary Gor hummed thoughtfully...."Remove your helmet a moment brother? "
Barren Took off his helmet looking to the Chaplain his Fetures remained still somewhat the same except for his face looking to have some stress of battle.
<Gor> Hefting up Crozius Gor gave it a single solid swing in Barren's direction., power field off and strength not even a quarter of that reserved for use on their Word Bearer enemies. Looking to 'gently' smack all that warp sorcery out of Apothecaries head one would be hard pressed to decide if the Steel Predator was being playful or genuinely took this as a possible method of rehabilitation.
OOC: On the chance we're waiting for unanimous character posts before updating... <Damath> Hearing Gor and Barren's brief exchange the Tech-Marine begins dragging various corpses about with servo-arm and his own hands, beginning to pile a soon to be pyre of corpses, armor and guns within the shelter of dead sand worm's crescent death sprawl. <Abner> Moving back up to the high ground tactical marine scours the nearby lands for any signs of escaped Word Bearers or other threats that might be on approach. It seemed they had gotten everyone but one can never be too sure.
OOC: Last Update for the Night! @DeranVendar you are correct The panthels looked at Jengir. To fight amongst oneselves, such disunity. I don't believe I'll ever understand that. Still you lot have proven yourselves to be the champion and those worthy of the honor of our domain this day, and a good fight it was. We sense that to those defeated you are not as dark. What shall you do now? Soon a large pyre was going. In reality it was really just a pit in the ground dig out with by breaking the earth with the astartes' weapons and having a bit of warp magic from Jengir to light the fire. The burning corpses and power armour filled the air with a nasty scent, at which the panthels stayed away from the burning body pit. Abner didn't get to see any more of the traitors, and pretty soon a long range vox came in from orbit. "Ground team have you finished your investigation yet? We have a bird waiting to pick you back up."
