OOC quick note: I'll probably start with the next mission tomorrow\tonight, so you guys still have enough time to finish your chats etc Although if you wish, we can prolong the intermission even further - I'm open to suggestions.

"The rank is actually a Watch Captain, but it's irrelevant. Ranks are for politicians, we are warriors and the only rank I respect is brother, earned when we spill blood together for the first time. Until then, Chaplain will suffice," the Flesh Tearer nodded to Fenix, pointing at Commissar. "The good Lord Strauss will transfer the funds agreed previously for you bringing Edd and Rocky aboard. Your ship will stay in the hangar and we won't touch it unless you ask it. Although, in case of void battle I hold no responsibility if the enemy blows it up but in that case we shall ask them together for compensation," the man now managed a smile.

"Now, you all must be starving from your long flight. Take this dataslate," one of the Stormtroopers offering Fenix one, already prepared for it as it was the protocol, "In it, you have all the information you need about your quarters, the location of places of interest - one of them being the Cantina. Until I summon you for the briefing, you are dismissed."

~~ Steinar Greywold (@Loldoom ) - 'Arena' ~~
"So what are your conditions?!" Steinar demanded to know as they stood in the center of the rather big arena. One could wonder why Marmaroth would have such thing? Capture Orks and let them fight one another? Entire Scenario combat training? Who knows and who cares?! A race was to be hold!

~~ Sirius Jules (@lord-watchman ) - 'Canteen' ~~
"Remember when Thain needed a new Bionic Arm? Our Space Wolf here had lost one too. Angelous and I tricked him by making a Bionic Arm but covering it in skin, flesh and fake blood. Simply told him the nerves died of his arm when we found it, but that we could re-attach it." The Apothecary said with a soft laughter as he relaxed and leaned back on his chair.

~~ Angelous - Armory ~~
With the Chainsword completed and put into Steinars Locker and Dorallius' armor repaired and as well returned, he had still much more to do. With enough insisting on Marmaroth and his special resources, he was lucky to have an Artificer of the Sons of Corax who goes by the name Urimus. Mostly the chapter was known for their massive Chapter Fortress Doombringer and the massive forges within, where with a unique STC silenced Jump Packs were developed and wrist-mounted Meltas, capable of making penetration through doors and walls easier. Their current chapter master had troops deployed in both 13th Black Crusade and 3rd War of Armageddon.

@Shadhunter
Jean's Artificer Chest Plate was the most difficult piece, given that the Artificer and the Techmarine both had little to no experience with Sabbat Power armors. Luckily in the libraries they found source material to find guidance. The Artificer drafted the prayers and decorations while Angelous prepared the tools.

Then Urimus presented the finished draft. The trims around the breast were golden along with the connecting trim between helmet and chest. The waist line also got a golden braid belt and on top of the abdomen was the golden skull and Iron Halo, the symbol of the Argent Shroud. In fine print and holy pure silver, prayers and deeds of Saint Silvana inscribed to protect from the chaotic forces. The words covered the entire armor from front to rear in multiple lines. The breasts itself got the symbol of the Adeptus Sororitas imprinted in a pure white to mix well with the dark silver of the armor itself.

@Mando
Lysander's Artificer Chest Plate was also quite a new experience, given that they work usually on Astartes armors and not on the other arms of the Imperium, but that would never keep the elite of the elite back from doing a great job. Instead of making it silver and gold in honor of the Emperor, the Arbites enjoyed dark colors in order to remain hidden and also have more impact on ones victims emotions. Not to forget for Cloak and Dagger operations.

Therefor Urimus designed blood-red braids along the armor trims such as around chest and where the chest piece connects with the leg piece. The Black was further blackened with the same color that is used for Deathawtch Armors. It was reflective so that a foe would rather see him or herself rather than the Arbites. A golden icon was adorned above the heart, with miniature inscription of the amendment of loyalty on top of it in pure silver. "Thou shall not betray the Imperium, for I ruleth with my utmost capability to make your life save and give you sense of fulfillment, I ask for nothing, but your loyalty to your fellow citizens." As written in one of the few first pages of the Lex Imperialis. The icon itself was Double-Headed Eagle. Among with that, the armor was covered in sacred scents and the older materials replaced with refined thin layers of Steel-Adamantium, words of protection inscribed right on it, hand-crafted by Angelous himself.

@Grall_Stonefist
Dorallius' Artificer Helmet was finally more in the comfort zone of the Armory duo. The only problem was the Excoriators love for scars... They had to work around it, or better said with it. But they thought for another surprise for the child of Dorn of this helmet. They created new pieces to adorn the helmet of his status and to inflict new damage. The face of the helmet was encased in a new, very thin top, leaving everything from eyes on in the prior design and battle scars, but protecting the area around ears and the rest of the head. But rather than simply permanently mounting it over the former helmet, it was mag-locked after the inside of the skull-helmet received a metal layer, which was required to protect the Excoriator accordingly anyway.

The modifications took their while, but it all came together. Especially proud were both Artisans of Armor when the mag-lock worked without problems and did not damage any of the prior scars the Astartes had received. The encasement was inscribed inside with prayers of protection against the corruptions and with litanies of endurance. While the outside was a pitch black, given that Dorallius was officially within the Deathwatch, it was sturded with adamant bolts in the center and on the right half of the skull in a small silver font 'Battle of Sombor'.

@Loldoom
Sigismund's Horse Front Armor was the least amount of work, given Angelous could even do it himself while Urimus finished the inscriptions on Dorallius helmet. Angelous had not much experience with Rough Riders, but with the hypno-therpay induced knowledge and the training on Mars, there was little to no problem to make a simple armor for a horse. Especially since it had chain-straps so the owner could easily change the tightness of the armor in case the horse should gain or lose weight.

Just within half an hour, refined light steel was put together and with Flak Armor on the inside for two reasons. Number one, the horse would not feel the ice-cold steel against it's skin and flesh. Number two, an enemy would be fooled by the mere steel, when truly the bulletproof part was behind it. The steel itself was more in order to make melee and weaker las weapons useless.

"I remember, though im sure i had more operations preformed by you than anyone else" as he spoke the dreadnaught chuckled "i may end up acting an old man in this suit and tell the others stories of past battle"

"Indeed, he never did like the Adeptus Astartes... well not normal ones anyway. You mentioned you split up. Who did he split up with or even the person who was there for his betrayal?" Beerle questioned further.

<Sirius Jules>

"You and getting old? Not if you still just run blindly into a firing line of enemies. At least now you have the fitting armor for such maneuvers." Sirius chuckled, giving him a playful hit.

"But on a serious (pun intended) note, why come back to Marmaroth? And don't tell me it was Krauz ghost telling you something dark is upon us." He crossed his arms, having quite the typical Sirius (pun #2 intended) face.

"A vision" as the dreadnaught spoke he watched the apothicarys reaction "is what i would say but as you know me il tell you the truth, the grey knight was sent on my recomendation, i also have a bone to pick with this aliance"

<Feron>
At last three fist sized disc were hammered out and the Salamander was pleased by his work, a bit rougher than what he did normally yet that was more due to inexperience with his current tools than anything else. They would serve well enough as plugs and reinforced covering over damages in his armor, perhaps lending it a bit rougher appearance in turn but from what time he had spent with the spirit within the jet black armor of the Death Watch he was certain it wouldn't be minded, not so long as it helped keep it whole. Every servicing piece of armor within the Death Watch tended to be a relic of sorts, no Brother ever just took it back home obviously for he had his own suit that was left behind for his term in the first place.

When first arriving at his designated Watch Station Feron had delved into his current suits history to learn what deeds it had performed. Not knowing what to expect he was both a touch surprised and expecting of what he found; Several dozen different examples of service in hold of a Tactical Marine, a machine spirit that worked through the helmet's sensors to make subtle adjustments to aim in compensation of the wearers natural flaws. Several decisive kill shots could be attributed to the Brothers who had trod before him; A Hive Tyrant riddled with heavy bolter shells carrying potent toxins, A Tau Riptide pilot slain by a single long range krak missile planted in an unstable generator and perhaps his favorite a bolt pistol shot that picked out a weak joint in a renegade terminator lord's suit to blow open his head turning his helmet into a bowel of gore.

A final hammer blow rung alongside the dieing cry of a torch as it was powered off, every fresh gap in the ceramite sealed and his helmet molded back into shape. Only a final delicate touch was needed to repair its more elaborate systems. Every armorer added their own touch to a Death Watch suit, it was his time to apply his and in time he was certain it would come out slightly better for it and whomever took up the mantle next.

<Sirius Jules>

"A vision. And before you know you have Krauz talking to you like Marmaroth hears Guilliman." Sirius complained somewhat angered.

There was another figure watching the Salamander doing his work, somewhat hidden behind machinery that served as cooling station in the back of the Forge. Somewhat hidden because even though she made an attempt to hide her presence by simply standing behind one of the vents and looking at Feron while his back was turned, she didn't really expect him not to notice her.

As he finished fixing gap in his helmet, she shyly peered from her spot and grinned at Onyx-skinned smith, her youth apparent in both her voice and look. "You know, you could have given it to Angie to repair it. Would've saved you a lot of time and effort!"

"Fastest over 300m? Does that sound fair to you?" the knight kept his tone business-like, though he really wanted to burn that savage's beard in a fire.