"Sounds acceptable." Steinar smirked and cracked his neck. He was dressed in slim-fit chapter robes as his Armor was still being repaired, especially given that the arm that was cut off was apparently too gravely damaged since it had to be cracked open to save his arm and so on. OOC: So how we do this? 1d100 per turn and determine distance left behind through that? xD
As Volorox Finished his battles with the combat servitors he noticed he had done a number on two of the servitors almost destroying them in his training session. It would be best of me to tell the techmarine of the fate of these to training servitors and possibly check on my equipment that arrived. he thought to himself as he left the cages then heading towards the armory.
OOC: Perhaps do 3 D100 rolls and add up those results for the winner? <Feron> Slipping in a fresh piece eye piece to replace the one shattered by the heavy bolters as his own eye had been he hummed, ignoring the presence for a time sensing no immediate danger in his gut he poured his focus into the work having only spared a single subtle glance through the fumes to spy her out before returning to his repairs. "Solid be the steel, Solid be our Faith. Resilient be the Steel, Resilient be our Hearts. Unrelenting be the steel, Unrelenting be our Hatred. As steel breaks so may our bodies, as our bodies recover so shall the steel be mended. So long as Steel or Body holds, all these things will remain until at last our duty is done and death claims us another may carry forward our torch. " Removing his finger the cementing paste around the lens at last solidified with the end of the Rite. At last his audience revealed themselves and Feron turned, able to present his full attention with his armor mended. Helmet set on his knee with a hand to brace it there a warm smile fit to the temperature around them was offered, scars and wrinkled brow like breaking charred flesh threatening to crumble off gave him a fatherly appearance accentuated by how different the two were from each other as humans. "Well Dear I certainly could of but he has other work to tend, not to mention it is only natural for a Salamander to tend to his gear. From the moment we are given our first blades and bolters we're taught how to maintain our equipment. Some go so far as learning to forge entirely new pieces, a number of those smith themselves in the lives lead before becoming Astartes. " Rolling his free hand as he spoke Feron seemed momentarily lost to a brief bit of nostalgia before shaking his attention free. "Name is Feron if you hadn't already overheard, yourself M'am? "
OOC: Sure, I'll use an online roller. The knight let his horse out and saddled up quickly before lining up next to Steinar. A thought struck him though: "I think we require a referee, to start us out at least."
<Jannika> The girl grinned again, "I would've never guessed, but you are actually a gentleman as well as a smith! Quite a combination there, no doubt why Marmy invited you to stay with us. Name's Jannika, but you can call me Captain!" She approached Feron now, checking more closely now the work he had done on his helmet. "I'm sorry Feron, I hope you don't mind me snooping around. It is my ship after all. You know, if you wanna get closer with Hera, it's me you should talk to! Also, Angie has a lot of work on him, but who's problem was it that he chose to become a Techmarine, it's not like they made him do it. Sadly, our first Techmarine died to a Lictor's claw, ugh that was ugly to watch. Anyway, Angie was the second choice but he does his work admirably from time to time, what could not be said for the damned one-eyed Doctor "I-have-a-love-and-hate-relationship-with-blue-color" Jules." "And sorry for my ranting, you seem like a decent fellow, that's why I came to you. And the other Salamander is in hospital. And Angie kinda doesn't really like me going through his stuff. Anyway, I have this pistol," she pulled it out of her holster, "A present from my old Chapter Master....ugh perhaps I shouldn't have said that...Anyway, it's just a regular Inferno gun but I was wondering. Could you perhaps make another one like it? It would be a gift you know, but you must keep it a secret!"
"Can you not count to three out loud?! Also I doubt the finishing will be that close as that we need anyone." Steinar said going down to his fours. OOC: Well I like Derans idea of 3d100, just bash em out, one once per turn and we act accordingly.
<Feron> Taking the inferno pistol carefully in hand Feron began to examine it rather carefully, a rare piece heavily favored by the Blood Angels, demonstrated quite liberally to him in the confines of a Hive upon Armageddon during a mixed Chapter sweep for Orks. It gave him an idea of who it might be for. "You know there are heavy bolters that probably wish they could fire as fast as you talk Miss Captain. " Rolling his eye while rumbling up a chuckle. "As for this gift...I might be able to, it most certainly would be my first attempt at something -that- spectacular but not impossible with a bit of elbow grease. Won't be a master work but I'll make sure it is functional none the less, most important bit hmm? " Weighing the weapon further in his hand he felt his stomach tighten a bit, actual anxiety over the idea but no small amount of intrigue as well. "As for you hanging around the work station, I don't mind just don't interfere when I'm working yes? Forge accidents can cost limbs even easier than one might expect. "
<Jannika> Her eyes shined with new light after hearing Salamander's statement and there was that wide smile that threatened to go around her head if she had lacked her ears to stop it. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" she even hugged the Astartes while not showing any appreciation for his muscular form, but quickly letting go as if she remembered that move was way out of ''professional league''. "I was told it was impossible, but then I thought Salamanders are famous for their craftsmanship and I was like, who cares lets give it a shot! Oh, he's soooooo going to like it! I promise, I won't disturb you, nooo way. And if that pesky Techmarine comes to bother you, you just tell me and I'll make Hera kick him in his Xenos-loving brain-ass next time he connects to the interface. You have my promise on that, and Jannika Oswald keeps her word!" "And of course don't worry, I don't need it for now now. Take as much time as you need, I'll wait. Also, prepare for Warp jump in around half an hour, I heard Marmy got a lead about where those Chaos-worshiping grox-crap mother-loving morning-evening-star wannabes came from. Now, sorry for bothering and see ya on the briefing!" with a smile, the girl left the Salamander, running outside as fast as she could, waving to him all the way.
<Feron> Well that most certainly happened, he wouldn't put much thought into the whole Captain bit or who the young woman really was either deciding instead to store the Inferno Pistol away and make for the Armory so he might requisition a few Servitors to help him equip his armor, much work to do it seemed, and for that he was glad.
<Angelous> Missing Jannika by a couple of seconds, the Techmarine walked in, apparently unaware of Feron, or just ignoring him as he went by him and looked apparently for a couple of tools or something. Eventually having found a case with the symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus on it he headed for the exit again but in the corner of his eyes a familiar Inferno Pistol appeared. "Isn't that Jannikas?" His eyes stared on the weapon rather than Feron himself. OOC: Yea yea meta-gaming, but come on, tension is never wrong, and @Angles would have done the same.
