A retrofitted Long Range personal craft landed in hangar 2 deck 15. Clearance for dropping off cargo and to be repurposed after unloading. The exit ramp exstended from the front under side, two oddly contrasting shadows could be seen as the old ramp lowered. Slower than a turtle mounted with stinger missiles. Two voices could be heard; one was deep and slow. The other was ruff but higher piched. You can guess who's who. "Are we der yet?" "Yes Edd, we've arrived. Just wait for the door to open all the way. We don't want you hitting your head like Last time." "Yer so smart Rocky. I don't know wot I'd be doing now if ya hadn't shown up." "You'd be in that cave thinking about swimming again. Which is, for the third time, not okay. You don't know how to swim!" "It's okay now Rocky! Wez got new orders and things to fight! Can we go meet... Eh, wot was his name again?" "Marmaroth, sound it out Edd." "Mm-mamer-offf." "Close enough. Now the ramp's almost down, we'll go right to who's in charge and work out the details of this mission. The letter was pretty vauge. My guess is they didn't count on me being there to read the fine print." "Yer so smart Rocky! Letz do it!" "Edd wait the ramp!" CRUNCH! That would be the sound of Eddward Club, BONE'ead Ogryn, helping the slow ramp open and denting the ship with his skull in the process. Walking out after him, Edd now looking around the hangar for who he hoped was in charge. Rocky O'Raffterty, Rattling rogue and Imperial navy deserter, was messaging his temples as he followed his excited friend. Rocky spoke first, addressing the Hangar; "Hey! Anyone here? You've got a former Ogryn shock trooper squad leader and a former navel officer 2nd class on your hands."
"Over here," the man who spoke wore a distinctive hat, marking him as a member of the Commissariat. He was somewhat older, multiple scars covered his gaunt face while his right hand was encased in a big power fist, capable of punching through tank armor. He was flanked by duo of Stormtroopers, one of them carrying couple of dataslates. Commissar's brow furrowed when he heard both of the newcomers were "former" army members, but he stopped his free hand going for his bolt pistol. Marmaroth gave him orders and by the Emperor, he will obey. "I know who you are, I've been expecting you for some time now. Take this," one of the troopers gave Rocky a dataslate, "In it, you have the necessary information about the location of your quarters, other places of interest and so on. If you have any questions feel free to ask me. My Lord will summon you all when he is ready to inform you about your next task, but that won't be until we enter the Warp. Until then, feel free to explore the ship as you see fit." "Welcome to "Angelfall"."
"I am Amraphel, and the arrogant undetone in your voice only amuses me, as does the naivity of your chapters philosophy, the Salamanders seem like they would abondon a battle aggainst chaos to save unworthy civilians, an obvious flaw."
[Earlier on.] Draconion nods politely and watches Sirius' back as the Son of Guilliman departs. "Warmaster," he murmurs, rolling the word about his mouth as if tasting it. An unusual term of address for Ultramarines Primarch and author of the Codex, especially given its rather more unhallowed associations. [In the present, conversing with Amraphel.] Draconion continues to fix Amraphel with his balefully glowing eyes, his expression having rather frozen from thoughtful to a blank mask, while his voice takes on a painfully formal tone - a warning sign to anyone who knows him well enough. "I beg no pardon, Brother Amraphel, as I will not apologise for my Chapter's code of honour, with which you are of course free to disagree. If you wish to take this further, I will await your pleasure in the training cages...should you manage to spare time from your skulking and plotting." One counter-insult, skillfully delivered, if I do say so myself, Draconion thinks to himself with more than a hint of viciously-barbed humour. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have important official business to tend to," he says, waving a dismissive hand and turning back to Beerle with a smile, "My apologies, Agent Beerle - where were we?" Is simple courtesy an open invitation to insult and abuse in these parts? If so, perhaps I should start behaving more like Steinar.
Amraphel performs a Swift 180 degree turn and has suddenly vanished. 30 minutes later he sits and meditates in one of the Chambers deep inside the dark and mostly unvisited Areas of the ship. Suddenly he experiences a flashback: A world, somewhere near a great wound. A world of contrast. Shining and proud cities and dark and shrouded forests. A noble world, a world of heroes. Great man on fine steeds stalk the forests and do battle with the beasts. A world of noble heroes and great warriors. Sudenly..... a dark laughter can be heard.... The world is changing the beasts have disappeared, but have they really?, the great warriors seem to be doing battle with another kind of beast a far worse kind. The cities are burning billions dying, the worlds very structure breaking apart, the skies burning, happy are the dark gods. The words of another warrior can be heard: "I curse you for you took part in a terrible sin, I curse you a eleventhousand times, may your sould be tormented a year for every curse!".... The world implodes...oblivion... Suddenly a voice: TRAITOR I NAME THEE! TRAITOR TRAITOR TRAITROR !! A Image is added to the voice, a white skull a raging warrior, screaming full of hate. Suddenly Amraphel awakens, sweating and breathing hard:" I shall be seeking absolution for the rest of my life and still will not find it. Still I must seek it, what else is there to do?"
"Hold a moment. Did you damage my ship, again?" A modified voice from inside the same personal craft that delivered Rocky and Edd sounded. Heavy encased footsteps were heard next. At the top of the ramp, an armored and masked figure stood. Side arms holstered with a tattered cloack billowing from an unknown source. The figure walked up the the Commmissar who had addressed the abhumans. "I was instructed to pick these two up on my way here. I was promised further employment opportunities if I stayed after completing said objective. You may call me Fenix, just Fenix. Or by my Hunter license's title, Bloodhound. You have five minutes to peak my interest."
"Oh brother apothicary, if lightbringer was anything to go on il need my entire dreadnaught replacing by the end of my first deployment" as he spoke with the apothicary he sighed "my only regret is my stash of fenrisien ale that the inquisitors wont let me drink it aparently they do not want a dreadnaught drunk on a ship" as he spoke he laughed
<Sirius Jules - Canteen> "If you would be drunk, you would be more devastating than an entire Great Company of angry Space Wolves." Sirius laughed as they walked into the canteen. Obviously all eyes on them as they walked in. "Choose a table, I get some food for myself. All those half-deads left me busy and some meat to chew on wouldn't be bad." The Apothecary took one regular day portion.
"well im not sure the table would survive me sitting on it but il find one" as he spoke he walked to the back of the room finding a table with enough space for him to stand at and waited for the apothicary
<Sirius Jules - Canteen> The Apothecary returned after a few minutes with a tray of food and water to the side of Veritas and puts his helmet on the table, showing his scarred face as he began eating. "I assume if I ask what you had been up to, I will only get as reply 'That is calssified'?"
