"Sanguinary Priest," Elah greeted the other son of the Angel. Even without the introduction, he would have recognized the man's position and Chapter from his badge and trappings. His helmet's in-built Vox gave his voice a metallic rasp that was offensive to the ears, aggressive and shredded. However, the formality with which he offered his respects to the Chaplain could be heard even through the garbled growl. Even if his armor had been painted in the rusty red of Mars, he still bore his pitch black pauldron and Chapter badge on his left shoulder. He signed the Aquila to the Priest and withdrew into his armored shell afterwards.

As others began to join them in waiting, his back-mounted optical mechadendrite was the only moving part of the Techmarine, furtively watching each of the newcomers. The mechanical eye lingered on the Penitent engine for much longer than it did anybody else.

"I am called Elah, of the Flesh Tearers," he announced after a delay, still unmoving, though his ocular mechadendrite sweeped from one side to the other like a snake. "It is my duty to maintain the holy arms and armor employed in this Crusade. I will do my best to ensure that you all may fulfill..." the Techmarine trailed off as his machine eye once more stared unblinkingly at the Penitent Engine. "Your purposes..."

(@Keidivh @Shadhunter )

Praxia half turned to face the techmarine, her gaze locked with the mechadendrite. Perhaps the marine had taken interest in her? She did stand out the most in this current mixed company. There was no denying that. Your purposes?... MY purposes? She wondered. She hoped he'd meant the Penitent Engine itself and was not questioning her devotion; for if he was, she would show him the likes of which he'd never seen.

(@Kalle )

The techmarine's mechanical eye watched the Penitent Engine. Unblinking. Unjudging. Staring. Unspoken questions would never be answered by this lidless eye. Chiefly, because it was not equipped with its own Vox. Secondly, because no question had been actually asked, and mechadendrites are not equipped for telepathy. The staring contest had begun.

( @Shadhunter )

H0wever it wouldn't be long before the Inquisitor who had the misfortune to come alongside the Crusade, Alicia Theanon, to pass by the Ork's area, jet-black hair swaying about the place underneath her hat (the very one she had promised as payment to the Ork, with the black material, icon of the Inquisition and everything) as she hurried along the corridor, albid panting like she had undergone some serious physical exertion for the meeting, with her power armour firmly on her body.
However, that was only to come to a screeching halt (quite literally) in her tracks when she saw Sneektoof eating his note about the meeting, something she was half-expecting to happen.

Loudly clearing her throat before she started to cough up some white stuff that was in her mouth onto the floor, (which may provide evidence as to why she was so out of breath). But before that became the sole highlight of her visit, Theanon then said to her Ork: "Sneektoof, I hope you realise we're meant to be going to a meeting. The same one mentioned on the piece of paper you're eating. So, mind coming along with me or do I have to drag you there by the ear?"

Given that she was in Power Armour, she was expecting having to get physical in getting her Ork to the meeting(along with making an impressive show to the others at the meeting), with the smile that was now developing on her face pretty much implying that she was relishing the opportunity to do something a touch more active. It might be a wise idea to follow her words.

"Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud."

A gold-colored Astartes made his way down the same path as the Inquisitor, right behind her infact and halted before the Nob as soon as she did, though he offered little in the way of conversation as the Nob enjoyed his paper meal, simply looking down at the Nob. For he very well knew that Inquisitor Theanon enjoyed her fair share of violence and Ork wrestling.

Those who would care to look and inspect the yellow Astartes accompanying the Inquisitor would notice that he infact belongs to the infamous Imperial Fists chapter, only a couple of oddities would be almost immediately spotted to even the slow-folk; he carried a sword-shaped object tightly wrapped in a simple, white cloth marked with an Aquila sign, all-while the other Astartes and tech-savvy humans would notice that upon his head rested a olive wreath mark IV helmet, last but not least was the height of the Imperial Fist. Albeit Astartes are already tall, this one was exceptionally so.

"A navy man eh? Hmm, now that is curious. Well met my friend." Zuriel said to the pilot, very interested to see what the Warmaster had in mind for such a ragtag force. What also caught his attention was the surprisingly large amount Sororitas . He was familiar with them, having fought alongside them fairly often due to the Sanguine Templars "close" ties to the Ordo Hereticus and Malleus.

His thoughts drifted back to what their purpose was as the thought was voiced by a Kasrkin. "Well, taking stock of who they called in to this meeting, I'd say it's something quite bloody." A small smile crept across the Sanguinary Priests face at the word. "Hmm, that would be nice."

And speaking of blood, it seemed he wasn't the only son of Sanguinius that had been chosen for this mission. A Flesh Tearer. While many questioned their sanity, Zuriel and the Sanguine Templars held them in high regard, knowing that the Thirst afflicted them horribly, and still they held on to their nobility, their heritage. And by the Emperor were they a terror to behold on the battlefield. "A kin to Nassir, an honor my blood brother. I look forward to bringing death in our Father and the Emperor's name."

"And I suppose if we're stating purposes, I'll be tending to the physical well being of the Emperor's servants, and spiritual as well. My aid is always open to any faithful servant." While he addressed the entirety of the room his gaze rested on Elah for a moment, for reasons only he would know.

@Kalle @Vlayden @XV-878

The Nob eyed the Inquisitor, grumbling out loud as he spat the piece of paper in his mouth onto the cold metal floor. The paper, now coated in Ork spit, made a sickening squish as it hit the floor. "I dontz take orduhz frum GITZ" Sneektoof replied, he got up and looked down at the Inquisitor, "andz I'z deffinet'lee not takin' orduhz from sum stoopid paypah!" He looked over to the other interloper (@ItsTime ) and growled in response to their presence . "OI! Wuttah you'z lookin at SPESS MAHREEN?!?"Sneektoof slammed the door to his assigned space in the Space Marine's helmeted face.

After a few minutes the massive Ork in the room was gone, in their place stood an equally towering Grey Knight Terminator. The Aegis Terminator Armor gleaming brightly in the ships lighting. The mysteriously appearing Grey Knight then trudged their way out the door, only to knock into the Space Marine from earlier. The Grey Knight turned to face the Space Marine in question, light glistening off his impressive looking armor and he bellowed, "GET DA ZOG OUTTAH DA WAYZ YOUZ DAFT GIT!" The Grey Knight then looked down at the Inquisitor, "So...We'z gunna get goin' or wut?!"

@Casavay @Valonox @Shadhunter
"Indeed Greetings sisters of the Bloody rose it is a honour to meet sisters that hail from other Orders that serve in combat in his service as well." Catherine said as she looked over the other sisters there. She noticed the Pentient engine that seem to be called Praxia if she over heard them right, It was certainly a odd sight seeing a pentinet engine in a bridge for noncombat purposes and it caused Catherine to wonder why they were specifically brought.

@BuriasDempsey @Vlayden @Wata @XV-878
Looking to the Imperial Guard and seemingly to be a Imperial Navy Pilot Catherine decided to see how the Imperial hammer and Navy where doing. "Greetings from the sister hood Servants of the emporers hand and great navy, Might I ask you all about yourselves?" Catherine asked deciding to see if she could gather information on more of the element on who was here to see if she could see any pattern about those that were summoned here and what they would be needed in.

@High_Adept_Zeth
After her interactions with the guard Catherine looked to one of the few members of the mechanicus Deciding to meet them Catherine took a step to the Servant of the omnissiah to greet him. "Hello there servant of the Omnissiah, I am Catherine of his Holy sight may I ask you of your name?" Catherine asked extending her hand to give a hand shake to the hoplite.


@Keidivh @Kalle @Starcaller @DeranVendar
After finishing her talks with the servant of the mechanicus she went to greet those of his Great sons the Adeptus astarte. "It is a honor to meet those of the Adeptus Astartes and to see many those from many chapters is quite interesting. Could I ask you possibly about the chapters you hail from?" Catherine asked as she looked to the various astartes wondering if she could learn about them as well it was quite a rare sight to even ever meet a astarte doing her best to be as respectafull as she could presenting herself.

As the Sister approached and greeted the assembled Guard and Navy, Erika got wary. She was eyeing the penitent engine with equal curiosity, pity and fear. The arrival of several Astartes and Sisters and even a penitent engine put her on edge. She felt really out of place here on the bridge among these mighty giants and faithful warriors. She was used to being a grunt, right where it got ugly and violent and everyone didn't come back. This pomp and zeal that some warriors emit made her feel sick.
@Vulpas
"Greetings. Sergeant Winds, Armageddon Steel Legion."
Erika saluted the sister and fell silent. She had been left fair enough alone and was fine that way. Adjusting her ponytail and uniform she tried to keep nervous fidgeting to a minimum.

@Wata
It didn't take too long for the Kasrkin to shuffle over through the others and stand alongside the Guardsman, her helm covering her features - were it not for her voice, there was nothing to indicate that she even was a woman.
"Not used to fighting alongside metaphorical and literal giants?" She asked now, glancing over to Erika with her arms still crossed.