<Feron> Shaking his head he intended to make sure the weapon wouldn't be leaving his care for the moment, obvious poor excuses for cryptic threats weren't fitting for such a force but he would leave it be, keep an eye open for now. If something were to happen to him at best it had a chance to expose another traitor for execution, duty would be done one way or another. Humming all the still Feron carried on, deciding for the moment to leave the Servitors to other task and taking to his Quarters to begin equipping his armor, sequestered for twenty minutes to observe proper ritual in donning his holy plate.
- Rocky and Edd "Where are we Rocky?" "We're going to our quarters. I think." "I smell somethin' burnin'." Rocky and Edd passed a large door leading to what appeared to be an armory. A large forge seemed to dominate the back. Rocky not looking up from the data slate, studying the map as he had never been on a battle barge before. Edd peaked inside to see where the smell of burning metal was coming from. "Alright Edd, I think we take the next left... Edd? Eddy?! Where are you buddy? Edd, stay away from the fire!" "Hello?" Edd said walking into the armory.
"You would be best served speaking to Brothers Steinar and Dorallius, also Ser Sigismund and Investigator Lysander. They formed the team that accompanied Aspin to Enos City. As for who was actually present at the moment of betrayal, I have no idea. I have not even had a chance to be debriefed. Unless you can think of anything else, I fear I have nothing more for you, Agent Beerle, and must really be about my paperwork."
<Feron> The Salamander ended up walking out of his Quarters re-armored and with a bitter taste in his mouth. During his time getting everything formed up on his person he had done some thinking and came to concede that Angelous had won in a way, he had rose to the bait of his threat. It rankled with him on many levels, wasn't the first time such a thing had happened , most likely wouldn't be the last regardless of how much he tried, would only be tempered with further time and effort. Taking a deep breath of recycled air Feron returned to his Quarters deciding seclusion sounded pleasant for the time being and set his studies to focusing upon his newest project, not so much disassembling the Inferno Pistol as observing its form and figure, trying to discern what exactly about it may have been out of the norm. Firing it was of course out of the question for the moment but that was fine by him, losing himself in thought and study was always a pleasant distraction, if oft needed when free time was abundant.
"I will take my leave brother" as the dreadnaught spoke he looked somewhat distracted "i need to go cheak the armory, and see if my serfs have put my old weapons up for others to use"
<Sirius Jules> "Do as you please in Marmaroths eyes we are all equal after all." He placed the helmet on his waist as he stood up. "Don't dare to die again." Sirius chuckled and took his leave to his quarters, which were conveniently placed next to the Med-Bay. Marmaroths team would also get a vox-message. "The Doctor sees patients now." Which was basically code-language for if anyone needs someone to talk to, the Son of Guilliman learned quite quick in the Deathwatch that only a partial of problems of ones health were physical. One huge part was mental health, like he learned especially from analyzing Eldar which were more reliant on mental health rather than physical health, as their mental status determined their physical condition. Not to forget, one never knows about special requests.
Fenix unloaded essentials from the personal craft, at least a dozen large cases, most of which held weapons and matience equipment. Enlisting the aid of a couple loading servitors, they made their way to the designated living quarters. 'Why don't you just use the equipment here on the Deathwatch vessel?' A little voice in Fenix's ear asked. "I have only two rules. Only I touch my gear and unfamiliar equipment is a learning experience. I'm comfortable with my own maintenance, Dart." With that one of the cases jostled open. An old servo-skull of durable design floated to Fenix's side. Dart was the skull's previous owner's name. An old friend of Fenix, whose served faithfully for almost two decades.
ooc im the dreadnaught walking round the halls (lost due to not knowing the ship) tempestus walked up to a guardsman who just stared at him jaw dropped "well then il ask someone else directions" as he spoke he continiued walking again several guards folowing him now reading the many purity seals of honor added to his chasiss
