"Well there had to be good reason we were chosen. After all... Why choose a Sororitas when you can have an Astartes?" She asked rhetorically. "I imagine their reasoning is... quite sound." She paused as she pondered the advice. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." She grinned for a moment. "Unknown friends ehh? Well maybe I've got a few of those too. Who can say? But I can tell you that you have at least two known ones here."
"Neat little helm you got their" shakes hand but you can definitely feel a "iron grip" But u cant see bionics cause hes wearing gloves "it sure is a pleasure meeting you jaws you seem like a skilled person sure are glad to have you on our side" smirks "id ask u if ud want a smoke or some ale but u seem like the type to not take ur helmet off"
<Feron> "In turn you claim your first here Sister, it is good to know in the quieter moments I'll have an extra pair of ears to ramble on to. " Trailing a finger along to the end of the tale being spun the Salamander lofted a brow as he studied the arches end, the steed and it's rider carrying out once more into thick patches of darkness with golden rays extending from a torch they bore. "Good hand behind all of this, perhaps a bit too noble in it's shape but I suppose most such art wasn't too terribly disposed to grim endings and such, what a time it must of been. " Tapping his chin he reflected on that a moment, if this had been made in more recent millennia that road of xenos bones would of included plenty of humans in it to, a grim reminder on the makers part of what had been lost in their age. It rankled with him so he turned his mind to a criticism of far less cultural commentary and more of personal taste. "The Knight there or what have you should of been riding a Drake, the path should of been on fire as well don't you think? "
Jean smiled in reply. Seemed it might not take as much as she thought to fit in amongst the Astartes, at least this one. "On the single condition that my ears aren't the only thing you want me around for." Jean replied with a soft laugh. She then turned her attention back to the art before them. "It is most impressive. But you have a point." She chuckled for a moment. "A drake and fire? Which theme are we going for again? The original or a more modern one?"
<Feron> "The fact that you can carry a bolter factors in somewhere as well have no fear. As for the art, a mixture of both is always good, a bit of updating never hurts after all. " Clapping her on the shoulder he grinned down to the Sister of Battle. "But yes thank you kindly for the words Sister Jean, for now I'm going to make sure my Quarters is in order and if the Chaplain is finally free of entertaining the main group. May your flame burn ever brighter. " Stepping back he offered another salute as sharp, and noisome, as the first before lumbering off.
Jean returns the gesture. "Till we meet again." She replied before deciding to take off to her own quarters to do the same.
After letting Blanche run around for a while longer, Sigismund caught the horse and led him to his stall. The reaction from the guardsmen was odd though, it's as if they had never seen a horse before. Probably born on one of those hive worlds, lucky if they ever saw grass! But the knight dismissed these thoughts, he had seen many things as an acolyte including human hives, though there were darker things that he did not wish to remember... Though it was better than the one on the transport, but the horse box still looked put together not too long ago. After giving Blanche some hay and checking that he had water Sigismund followed the directions from his dataslate to the quarters he had been assigned. Everything was there it seemed, he opened the trunk with his saddle and bridles along with his two beautiful pistols. They're holsters were hooked onto the saddle, both of fine leatherwork and craftsmanship. The guns themselves were a little memento from home, silver inlay with images of riders fighting greenskins. Out on assignments he had had thoughts about replacing them with las pistols, but he just couldn't. Partly because of the sentimental value. Partly because if an ork charged you, a flashlight to the forehead wouldn't even slow it down. Two spinning lead balls however... He closed that trunk and opened up the next: There it was. Still gleaming even in dim light of his cabin. With this he was quite literally a knight in shining armour. Come to protect the weak, destroy the xeno, and purge the heretic. Sigismund sat down to polish the gleaming suit, he did not want to seem dirty or lazy before whomever had called them. About ten minutes of checking for blemishes, imperfections or dust specks later and he began actually putting the armour on. None too easy with no-one to help but it seems they had time. Once that arduous task was completed he too set off for the fighting pits, though he took the trunk with his saddle and other horse tack with him.
"Chaplain will suffice," Marmaroth simply answered, not rising to the bait. "As for my current chapter, I thought that fact was quite obvious once I said I serve Ordo Xenos now. However, Cretacia will always stay close to my heart." "And to answer your other question - we must give our best and more, only to hope that we are doing His work. Or should I say, what He intended of us. I see that you are a man of conviction, Inquisitor, which is a value I most admire. But I see that you are still confused, however clearing that up will have to wait," he answered and stepped back as one of the Stormtroopers approached him and relayed a certain message. After hearing it, he nodded in satisfaction. "I'm afraid I must leave you now to prepare myself. We are good to go and soon will make the jump. You will all get information on the time of the briefing. Until then remember: The Emperor asks only that you obey." With those words Flesh Tearers Chaplain retreated into the shadows and to his sanctum, leaving the honor of escorting his visitors to the Stormtrooper squad. "The ways of my Master were always an enigma to me," the Commissar growled as he scratched another name of the list while one of the Stormtroopers tossed the last remaining dataslate to Soriano. Looking at the rogue in front of him, Commissar was ready to chastise him but restrained himself from doing it. From the info he had, he guessed that it would serve no point. With these type of people, you either shoot them or you let them work (not anywhere near him though). "Briefing will be once we enter the Warp. The Emperor Protects," he responded, not wanting to get into any kind of prolonged conversation with this criminal. OOC Just a reminder for everyone, I'll wait a bit if @PorOborosCain makes a char; if not, I'll get to the briefing
Tavec's grin vanished as he walked past the Commissar and down to his quarters, already working through the information held on the dataslate. One didn't last long in the employ of an Inquisitor; let alone the leader of a criminal network, without a thirst for information. Information was the key to both occupations. It kept one alive, allowed them to make contingencies. The "businessman" guessed there was a bug somewhere in his room and he intended to keep it working, preferring to let their employer remain satisfied with that instead of an intensive search through his belongings. An escape out of his room would be found, most likely through the vents and most likely past the bug. Despite how intently he was searching through the information, he kept an eye on the hallway around him and his free hand near his weapon's belt.
"Of course, Chaplain of course." Manner said dismissively. He put the deck back in his coat, knowing the presence of the Space wolf disappearing. He grabbed his still cane and began walking towards the 'loud' individual. "You must be of a quite a honorary rank to even mention of daemons, especially so nonchalantly, but your manners show you are nothing more then a serf." He put the end of the Cain to the mans chest. "So who might you be? And why in less then 24 hours you shouldn't find yourself in the cold abyss of the void?"
