<Feron>
Falling into place he thumped a fist to his chest in greeting, wrinkling his nose as the lack of feedback was still very much an alien sensation. He had the sense at least not to wind himself with the strike at least and carried on forward. "Quite Chaplain, I recovered this from the tomb of Saint Pietrus. Was rather handy in dispatching those mutants we encountered and particularly effective against the daemon, a small detail foretold in a number of murals and engravings I encountered. I wasn't sure exactly what was to be done with 'Skull Splitter' here if it would rest in the Chapel, be given over to our Tech-Marine or would remain in my possession. " Taking stock of the various Eldar being piked into place he would make note to read after battle reports when he could, find out if they were the priority target or not down below.

Draconion greets Marmaroth with a deep, formal bow before addressing him.

"My thanks, Commander. For what little skill I have, I have Master Prebian to thank, and, before him, my grandfather Jubei Retsunosuke, Emperor rest his soul. But I can accept no accolades now, not with a stain upon my honour. It is to redress this wrong done to me that I have come."

Taking a breath, he squares his shoulders and looks Mamaroth in the eye.

"I claim formal grievance against the Apothecary Sirius Jules for his words and deeds at the battle of the ship's bridge. As you witnessed that day, he presumed to tell me my duties as a Librarian. He again presumed to tell me I was no true son of Vulkan. He named me traitor and corrupt for doing my duty. He presumed command over me, up to and including power of life and death, threatening me in the face of the enemy. And he demonstrated rank hypocrisy through his own retention of alien biomatter for his own purposes. He has offered my Chapter, my station and my self insult not to be foreborne. For this, I name him an honourless churl, a vainglorious braggart who puts himself before his brothers, a base hypocrite, a false Astartes, and no brother of mine. I formally ask permission to challenge him to sanguis extremis. Let the Emperor judge between us. This, I humbly beg of you, Commander."

Draconion concludes with another deep bow, all but pleading Mamaroth with his eyes.

<Marmaroth vs Draconion>

"You have to stop with that bowing, my friend. You don't have to be that formal with me," the Chaplain kept on smiling, "Or respectful or polite, as you might think. There is no need for that, for now we have shed blood together and that makes us brothers, at least as much as I'm concerned." He placed his gauntlet on Librarian's shoulder, now completely focusing on him.

"Sirius Jules can be a difficult person but he is a brother nonetheless. Codex Astartes is dear to him as is for any Son of Guilliman, but it also made him end up in all sorts of troubles. This perhaps sounds to you like something funny, but it is not. You have no idea...what I had to go through to keep that Apothecary alive...For he is my brother and as such, I will be there for him until the end, like I would be there for you as well."

"So I will not allow you to fight to the death with him for I know that whatever you might think, it was not his intention to offend you that deeply, only a misstep from his part. However, I was there and yes, his words were inappropriate for it was no way to speak to a brother."

"Therefore, if this is what you think is the best solution, I allow you to fight in a duel with him, the one that I will also watch. You will fight until one yields or I say it's over. We Flesh Tearers have plenty of experience with these things so don't worry about me being there. Also, there is one more condition - everything that happens in the arena will stay between you two and when you leave it, all past transgressions will be settled and forgotten, no matter who is the victor or the looser. Is that clear Draconion?"


<Marmaroth vs Feron>

The Chaplain approached, taking hold of the weapon and inspecting it for himself. "Hmm...the runes are old, and the procedure to make such a weapon quite complex. Hexagramic warding is also in place, around the shaft, while potent writing can be found below the head. Quite interesting...Indeed, I believe the hammer is genuine thing, whoever created it had created it in mind for it to be a daemon-slaying weapon."

"Now, you say you found it in a tomb of Saint Pietrus?" Marmaroth asked while he handed the golden hammer back to the Salamander. "Did you find anything else there alongside of it?"

<Feron>
Relinquishing the weapon easily enough he listened on having not done quite the full inspection of the weapon himself. Even when he wasn't in the thick of combat there had still been matters of regrouping and healing to tend first. "Quite the fine piece, I had found it behind a casket looking quite the same as what we encountered on Sombor. I hadn't dared to disturb it, didn't seem right at the time nor after the path I tread to get there. A room trying to fry me, numerous illusions and test of the soul along with a path stalked by fiends of the warp. After seeing the bones within the depths of the Cathedral I imagine it wouldn't of mattered if I touched the casket anyways. " Weighing it in his flesh hand once more squeezed the handle letting the grip imprint itself on his onyx skin. "There were a great number of engravings along the way telling a tale of liberation by the very man whom once wielded the weapon, no doubt our Saint in question. Even witnessed a depiction of the same beast we fought before evacuation. "

<Sirius Jules - Doctor's office>
"I wonder how recruitment goes? So many losses on Armageddon..." He whispered to himself shrugging, leaning back on his seat, grabbing the report along. "Over a decade past, I still wished I could have watched how that Hive Tyrant was slain, especially one gets not often to watch a Baneblade in action." Sirius smiled as he flipped the page, a painting from the Ruvornians for the Deathwatch, with all but himself on it, for he had been lost. "That is what I get for breaking off the team." He threw the file with the open page of the painting on the desk and sighed deeply, turning over to some sort of distiller. "Another batch that will fail anyway."

OOC: I like monologues, don't judge me ; also one can assume he said 'You are welcome.' to everyone who got treatment


<Steinar Greywold - Observation Deck>
The Space Wolf had spent several hours and rose slowly, leaving the observation deck and heading for the canteen where he would grab some grubs. He remembered he never got Draconion his food... Perhaps he should do that now! Certainly the Librarian must be hungry.... Sometimes... Or perhaps the children of Vulkan simply don't eat? Ah whatever, he will have to eat with brother Steinar!

<Marmaroth vs Feron>

Marmaroth offered an honest smile, as if feeling some of Feron's own thoughts. "There is no need for anyone else to inspect it for the weapon itself has no taint on it. You can give it to Techmarine if you want, but I would restrain myself from doing that, Angelous isn't a man know for his pious ways."

"Therefore, there is only one solution for this. The weapon is yours brother Feron. It was meant for you to find it and use it once again against the creatures of the Dark. You are indeed blessed my friend, it is not every day you get to find such a relic from the bygone era."

<Steinar vs Canteen>

Inside the place it was a mess. Blood was still being cleaned from the walls, as one of the most serious Eldar attack happened here. Half of the tables were missing or broken, so the crew had to eat on special schedule or go somewhere else. The head cook also died, so in his place a new guy came that everybody seemed to hate due to his lack of proper skill.

As the Space Wolf entered, he could see, or rather hear, a loud young woman in front of the counter, yelling at staff. "I SAID WITHOUT CARROT AND WHAT IS THIS ORANGE THING? DEFINITELY NOT AN ORANGE!"

<Steinar 'feed me or die' Greywold>

Steinar grinned and stepped up next to the woman. "Decisive! I like that!" The Space Wolf stood multiple heads taller than the woman and looking down at her alone hurt his neck a bit. "Though if the food is crap... Then perhaps I should try cooking?" He chuckled, trying to make a joke, yet he sounded quite serious about it.

As amraphel stepped into the training cage he was very pessimistic.
But after doing a few fights against training servitors he found that the bionic arm wasn't as bad as he first thought. He had a few problems parrying the first attacks but after a few minutes a was able to parry all the servitors attacks with ease. But this was not real practice,
for the only equal for an astartes, was another astartes.

For a few minutes amraphel recited a few old litanies in a language, long forgotten by the rest of the imperium. It were tales of a high rise and a deep fall, of loyalty and betrayal.
But such things only nourished doubts in him and doubt was something he currently could ill afford.
He thought about who to contact and challenge:
Steinar? No, amraphel had heard the space wolf had been wounded, again.
Draconion? No, the librarian would probably be very busy with his duties.
Suddenly he had an idea. He opened a vox channel to sirius:" Apothecary, you promised me a fight;
I'm in the training room, If you have time, come here.",
amraphel said with a calm and plain voice, hiding the fact the he personally despised the apothecary.

<Feron>
Lips stretching into a smile in turn. "I've been made aware. Thank you Brother, I shall see to it Skull Splitter is put to great use, a second honor to add on top of the call to lead. I will leave you to your decorating, we've both many things to attend I imagine and I need to get my armor in working order before whatever fight next befalls us. " Forming Hammer and Anvil across his chest the Salamander goes to take his leave. Intent on tracking down one last person before being--being crashed into by a rather nervous looking crewmen.

"My lord apolo--" Feron lifted a hand staring down at him with a rather blank expression. "No worries friend, trouble abound? " "The savage is in the cantina again, already heard someone else screaming rather not be in there lest someone gets thrown in the cooking pot. " A few blinks and Feron gave his shoulder a firm pat, nearly breaking the nervous mans stance. "Not much to fear from that, at least not realistically the Sons of Fenris are out to protect you not eat. Take a deep breath and come along with me, get your meal. " Spinning him around, any resistance not even registered Feron herded him back toward the mess hall.

"Fine bit of redecorating..." Stepping through the entrance arch, noting several shurikens and las-burns marring the hull he takes stock of everything with a quick turn of his head. Whistling at Steinar he steps over to join him leaving his charge to handle himself while he talks to the big bad wolf. "Anything good on the menu today? Smells like cooked Pyrewurm in here. " By no means an actual compliment.

"Well be my guest," the girl slammed her fist on the counter, while turning around to address the Wolf. There was some kind of unclenched fire burning behind her eyes that made her not even flinch while looking Steinar's scarred face. He of course recognized her instantly. "If you know how to separate carrot from cabbage and make a salad out of it! This is serious business by the way, if you fuck something up it will be your hairy ass on the line!"

Seeing the newcomer, Jannika smiled at him but his words made her twist her face into a grimace. "Pyrewurm? Worm? You eat worms on Nocturne? UGHHHGH YUCK!"