ooc good point will edit the post from old freind to brother "i just had them transport the weapons" as he spoke one of them triped over his own feet "they are not the best at changing weapons"
- Rocky Rocky wasn't too thrilled about going onto an acid rain deathworld with confirmed heretical presence. 'Calm down Rocky. For all we know they all up and left years ago... Maybe.' "Lead on oh fearless leader. I'm getting a raincoat. They better have one in my size!" - Edd Edd looked down. Thinking his talking didn't help at all. 'Someone's got ta know somethin'. I'll look for that someone an bring em ta the Boss!' Edd made to follow the others to the armory. His last visit had filled his tiny brain with such wonders. So many big guns. "Think they have a rippergun like back en da Guard, Rocky?" "I'm sure they do big guy. Just remember what Commissar Cain always says in the vids. 'Always keep the tools of the Emperor's will fuctioning properly. Keep it clean and firing.'" "I rememba Rocky."
[OOC: Assuming briefing is over.] At the armoury, Draconion promptly notices the presiding Techmarine bearing Blood Ravens livery alongside his Deathwatch colours. "Greetings, Brother Techmarine. Brother-Librarian Draconion He'tar reporting for arming, pursuant to the upcoming mission Gelorn," he says by way of polite introduction, "May I request two* clips of bolt pistol ammunition, please - both Witch Bolts. Also, I would like a flamer and a boarding shield, if possible. Many thanks, Brother Techmarine." * - [OOC: Going by the DW rule that 1 bolter clip = 2 bolt pistol clips here.] <After Arming - details to be filled in> Entering the ship's Librarius, Draconion stands at a work podium and begins typing away at the cogitator. SEARCH: Saint AND P**tr*s OR P**tr* OR P*tr*s OR P*tr* AND Sombor +++++SEARCHING - PLEASE WAIT+++++ +++++24 RESULTS FOUND+++++ C/F: Sombor Tertius Insurrection Mission, 056010.M42 +++++REQUESTED INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED: MAGENTA+++++ +++++WARNING: UNAUTHORISED ACCESS IS PUNISHABLE BY IMPERIAL LAW+++++ +++++ENTER AUTHENTICATION TO PROCEED+++++ He'tar, Draconion, Codicier, Salamanders Chapter, authent-code 777-63-B4k3R-84-S3REN1T1 ++++++AUTHENT-CODE ACCEPTED. PLEASE ENTER GENE-KEY+++++ ++++++GENE-KEY ACCEPTED. INITIATING PSYCHIC AUTHENTICATION+++++ +++++PSYCHIC AUTHENTICATION ACCEPTED. FILES UNLOCKED.+++++ "Now, let us see how the good St Pietros - or Pietrus - relates to that nasty ritual we uncovered on Sombor," murmurs Draconion as he begins cross-indexing texts and pict recordings from the gathered mission evidence to the records of St Pietrus.
<Feron> Dismissed from briefing it was time to make two quick trips, the first of which was to Janikka's presence to quickly return her Inferno Pistol for the duration of his time on deployment. "Believe you should hold onto this, not exactly mine to take and rather not have anything happen to it down below. I'll be taking a look into your request more seriously upon my return, not sure I can manage the sort of tech recreation present on your own model as a forewarning so may want to bother Angelous for a bit of help on the more delicate pieces. " <Armory> Stalking amidst rows of equipment in the Armory Feron tracked down an available Servitor at last, punching in a quick requisition for the following: Two clips of Dragon Fire Shells, One clip of Witch Bolts, A clip of Kraken Rounds and Four clips of standard shells. Grenades it was down to a Stun and Two kraks. That all taken care of and sorted out Feron marched off toward the Hangar, stopping only to intercept Draconian one last time. "Also, Brother, I forgot to mention earlier while we were speaking. The head you requested be taken into custody from the previous mission is currently in the Chapel under purification rites so no corrupt influence might spread from it. The power weapons you collected are also in the Forge though I imagine they may yet require the all clear from our Tech-Marine, you'll want to ask him. "
<Speaking to Feron> "Many thanks, Uncle. I will take the time to conduct an auto-seance on that head at a later date, when there is time to take all the proper precautions. As for the wargear, I will speak to the Tech Brother when I have a chance. Vulkan make your arm strong and your eyes keen. Hopefully, you will not need me on this trip."
<Feron> "Hope is the first step onto the road of disappointment Young Drake. Rest assured though our brothers and myself will do everything in our power to make sure it isn't so. " Giving him a quick enough swat upside the back of his head he took off with a wry grin. "Fires keep your path clear and pure Draconion. " Like that he was off and soon entering into the Hangar to find their transport.
"Mind your gimpy knees, Uncle!" Draconion calls back at the mischievous old man's back, determined to have the last word in their banter. "And Vulkan guide and guard you, hammer and tongs," he adds in a murmur as he turns away to head to the Librarium.
-Volorox Briefing ending Volorox stopped as he found the space wolf gazing at him "If you want to challenge me space wolf It will have till wait till after the mission." he said as he looked at the wolf his own eyes staring at his as he then turned and left for the armory. Soon after reaching the armory and entering it he spotted his crate of supplies with a smile he opened his Crate and inside were his weapons. his old chain halberd in the middle of it was a crest and the name of a old friend who gave it to him. he picked it up and grabbed his bolt pistol putting it at his side. He then went to the munitions bay and picked up his standard kit of a melta bomb and krak and bolt pistol rounds and grabbing his Jump pack he began the rites that were required to put it on. then grabbing his helmet he equipped it sealing it to his head.. he then made his way to the hanger and soon found himself standing near one of the salamanders. He stood silently looking for the vessel that would likely take them to the surface.
<Feron> "Hail Brother, don't believe we've been formally introduced. " Turning his face the Marine malevolent he maintains a rather neutral expression as he extends a hand toward him. "What had you called along for the Chaplain's endeavors against this unholy alliance we face? "
Eventually "Angelfall" entered back into the realspace, in front of it a dark grey ball looming like an ill omen for things to come.... <Hangar> Inside, servitors were busy with preforming final checks on the two vessels that are going to be used in the descent, them adding additional plating on both smuggler's ship and "Skylance" to better withstand storms below. Also, part of them were busy changing dreadnought's weaponry, that being done under the watchful eye of the ship's Techmarine. Tavec was inside of his vessel, waiting for everyone to get aboard. He spent his free time checking systems, ordering servitors to do the recalibration where needed. Next to it, familiar face of Gaius stood next to his Thunderhawk, going through Litany of Preparation as he checked his bolter was working for the last time. The moment he saw Feron and Volorox, he waved at them, smiling underneath his helm. "A Salamander and a Marine Malevolent. Lord Marmaroth really has a twisted sense of humor, don't you two agree?"
