Orgeten quickly hurried after aldian to catch up with the fellow follower of tzeentch. " hello fellow servant of the changer of ways. I do not comprehend on why our leader placed us with a khornate. I have the sinking feeling this wont end well." Orgeten flipped through his ever changing ritual tome before finding something of use. " aha ! This will be handy a , shroud of tzeentch foolish eldar will not see us coming ." Ogreten then waved to his fellow team mates to catch up.
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Before stopping and pulling out some ritual chalk and setting up before he started the ritual needing only dust and many or a few magic words the ritual began.

Ogreten started to levitate a few inches off the ground and his tome floated along with him moving from left to right slightly. The demonic warp tounge poured from his mouth with a voice not his own his eyes opening and closing in no particular symbolince and with a chorus of syllables and vowels and sounds even a few that sounded similair to animals. Before he shouted one last word in warp tounge to complete the ritual " AVRAIS!" He fell to the ground while his tome levitated to the floor. He quickly snagged it back. " now everyone on the bridge is shrouded i hope this helps you for the glory of the dark gods. Oh and lord zadkiel may you come with us ?

As the wash of warp energies began to envelope the various inhabitants of the room Argyle at last turned his gaze away from their Commander, ember colored runes flaring up on his collar as they repelled such miserable magiks leaving him short any blessing or curse Orgeten may have been so generous to share him. That same color was reflected within his eyes at an intense disgust that needed no words for the venting, only that soul boring leer like a wolf closing in on unwary prey before he tore himself away from the witch to look back once more.

The Night Lord looked around the Bridge and grinned. No-one could see it under the helmet, but no-one really needed to guess the meaning of the long look at each of the Astartes.

"Kill an Astartes eh?" There was a low chuckle from the skulled faceplate. "Nah ... too easy, lads, am I right?" Tem stomped off to the side, towards his new 'teammates'. "Bolt shell to the face, job done. Not subtle." He turned to Zadkiel. "Good job on the flaying." He paused.

"You want a test. I'm just letting you know that I can do simple and effective. But for the purposes of this little mission, you don't want a test, you want a demonstration. You," he pointed an armoured finger at Zadkiel, "want to see what we can do."

Satharn turned to the other Astartes in his team, the Black Legion soldier. "Satharn Tem, VIIIth Legion," he said, offering his hand and forearm for a warrior's handshake. Then he turned to Echidna.

Red-lensed eyes looked the tall and winged figure up and down. Threat indicators blinked lights over eyes, hands, lower torso. Mechnical enhancements. Wings, possibly functional. He sniffed. That scent. The faintest tang of something like burnt incense and blood. Not perfume. Devotion. That and the way every non-genhanced Human on the ship followed her every move. Giveaway, that.

"Ma'am," he said, with a short bow, bringing his heels together as he stood straight again.



[OOC I had in mind all the scent-based things like Acquiescence and Daemonic Musk and so on when he's speaking of detecting the scent he associates with the followers of Slaanesh. Nothing overt, just a certain kind of pheromonal scent or something that an Astartes' enhanced senses could pick up. I'd say a Khornate likely smells of blood and brass, for example. But I don't want to put things that aren't there on anyone's character, so I can edit if you like ]

"We have pict recorders installed in our helmets, so I don't see that should cause much of an issue," Krax replied, looking at Echinda's wings which reminded him of a creature he saw long time ago. Shaking the feeling of nostalgia, his mind regained the focus just as he heard the Night Lord speaking something about testing and even offered him a hand.

"Krax of the XVI," was his simple response, the offered hand left hanging in the air. It was not just a simple act of mistrust, it was something akin to common sense, which this Astartes developed during the long years. Instead, he took out the dataslate with his free hand and scrolled a bit through the information before pointing it at Zadkiel. "If others agree, I chose you to help us with this. I guess you know best where other Astartes are hidden around your ship and after all this talk, I'm dying to see you fight."

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[OOC: Just disregard my previous post.... weird, it now got unlocked.]

Watching the Night Lord display something between bravado and arrogance, the warpsmith couldn't deny a slight feeling of pleasure at this particular third of her team. She liked having two Astartes around to act as muscle anyways, and those who were 'brave' often ended up being easiest to manipulate into doing so. Smiling, Echidna came closer to the two and bowed deeply towards them. "Atax Echidna, at your service."

"My set of skills is vast, and they are all of course yours to command - how would a mortal like I deny demigods?", she purred, remembering that in the ranks of Chaos, before dominance, there was submission. A wince wormed its way through her consciousness as she remembered the submissive days. A dreadful neccessity it was.
"All introductions are done then, I assume", she said, turning to the other Astartes and leaning backward, supported on her mechadendrites. "Correct me, if I am wrong."

She didn't bother to try and build a persona, not using any ridiculous accents or special manners of movement to sway them. Her movements were as they came to her naturally - self-assured superiority, a lazy sort of smile on her face, and dead, soulless eyes flitting between the two Astartes, and Zadkiel, who was being pointed at. It was obvious that all the submissiveness in her words and overt movements was not sincere - and on another level entirely, it was obvious that she was making it obvious.

"I see no reason to disagree... As long as you keep that dreadful Tzeentchian away from me, I will comply with all you propose."
As if assuring herself of something, Echidna nodded, and looked expectantly to the Night Lord.

Dyson examined the Alpha Legion marine who had engaged in verbal communication. He wore the same armor make as his own, Mark V. Less modified perhaps, but only at first glance. Alpha Legion tended to be misleading like that. So Dyson did what he always did in these situations. Weighed his options!
Options: a) respond with name. b) demand his name first. c) refrain from talking. d) bolt in the face.
... Processing results; A. Nothing lost and nothing else need be said.
"Dyson Oni, pronounced Oh-n-eh."

Seth would find Dyson to be almost completely indistinguishable from his armor. Most of his body already fused to his power armor. Save for four places. His head and most of his left hand was still free of the mutation. While his right arm and right leg were a hundred percent bionic. Blending seemlessly with his armor, but composed of different or modified parts.
Dyson turned to the unsavory apothecary, never having called on thier survices. Prefering his own practices or a warpsmith's gental care... He has a lot of repressed memories.
"Don't scan me, Ever again." He said before starting for the "medical" center. Damn irony!

Not turning as he walked, Dyson responded with; "Follow me, I know the way. Once we've assessed the situation, then we will know how to proceed. We know to secure the Med-bay, but not from what."
Dyson has been here for a while, and knows his way around. Enhanced memory and everything, but could still come off as arrogant.

Ooc: FYI to everyone is kind half invis because of the ritual i did so use that to your advantage p.s uriel i called zadkiel
Ogreten noticed that the members of his squad that were going to areive had arrived and procceded to take the elevator to the deck the eldar were on along with his team mates and tag along. " sooo my khornate friend i think you should let us find the eldar beacuse you are not shrouded like the rest of us allow us to flush them out. " he began flipping through hos large tome of rituals "no i dont want that one......this is useful for later.....ah- wait no.... There we are detect pyskers" ogreten moved away from the group drew the ritual shape and threw a drop of eldar blood, a peice of astartes hair ( very hard to come by) and a ork toof. The didtinct warp tounge this time it was quite gutural and viloent before the ritual ended and he fell to the ground breathing as though he had run around hive. The group but the khornate saw a shivering shape through the walls

"As it should be, let us head down to the Deck so I can end this wretch and claim several more. " His short bout in the arena had been a worthy enough warm up for what was to come, already a number of plans were forming in his mind. "Or perhaps rather than sitting back, let me waltz on forth alone and lure out the opportunistic amongst them. Cut down those who might actually put up a fight then hunt down whatever cowardly scraps remain amongst their number. " Tossing his head to the side he left his tail to rest just behind his claymore situated upon his pauldron as it had been since their entrance.

"so report to the medic and get her to join us" as he spoke the sorceror looked at the comander "dose her brain neeed to be in one peice or can it be broken"

-Alexandra
Alexandra trailed behind Orgeton and there khornate her staff in her hand as she wen't. Patchs stayed right behind Alexandra her master. "Orgeton Can you detect where the eldar might be on the Deck where headed to?" She asked as she wen't her other hand was on her bolt pistol ready to bring it up when they reached the next deck. From what she knew of the eldar they could be quite sneaky so she would keep her guard up as long as they were on deck. Her mind also wandered on wondering who to ask ask to be a supporter her mind then wondered on possibly the Head of the libarium of the ship and the voice from earlier. Someone that powerful could be of great aid But only if they could appease them. "Who do you think we should ask for a supporter for our fire team to be?" She asked the question to the group as they moved to the 45th deck.





-Seth
"Alright then friend just needed to see if it would be good to get to know possible patients that could get in harms way." he said almost in a happy tone as he followed the warp smith and leaving the thousand son behind him. He kept his steps in a rhyme as each step for him sen't sensations through his legs. He could hear down the halls and most mechanical machines that did there work. As he left the room his sense seem to wan't to return he could smell and hear the odd women with angel wings his senses even sensed her when he was on the plant odd that they run in to each other another follower of slannesh he thought to himself he then wondered of what her goal of perfection was.