"I intend to donate the weapons to the Librarium once I am done constructing blow-up presentations of their inner workings, with hololithic treatises on key aspects of their construction," says Draconion, looking Marmaroth in the eye. He pauses, then glances away with a faint nod of the head. "In the process, studying every aspect of their construction. I am especially interested in unlocking the secrets of their power field technology and their psycho-sonic weaponry to upgrade my own weaponry - suitably cleansed and brought in line with the Universal Laws, as per Crucible Resolviate protocol, of course."
<Marmaroth vs Draconion> "In other words, you want a Xenos-modified weapon to carry with yourself?" the Chaplain sighed, "Would you believe me if I told you that you are not the first person who did it around me, and I don't mean our Techmarine. Do what you will Librarian, but remember - I am still the Chaplain and in charge of crew's moral and its spiritual safety. Think about that while you work with that technology." "I'll be in the arena shorty," he simply stated as he turned away from Draconion and went to check out something further in the hangar, perhaps the damage done on his Predator...
<Feron> Bobbing his head with another chortle Feron continued. "They're not toys, they're tools I'll have you know. As for the ship I concur, fetch me some damage reports and I'd be glad to help and fill in for some of the more laborious task while we're not directly engaged. Only need to fix up my armor and equipment before I'm free to myself, can put aside a few other smaller errands to help keep things running. " Snatching what appeared to be a flank of Grox , cast aside due to the mostly fat content rather than proper meat, he threw it back into the kitchen deciding to mess with Steinar a bit in the hopes it would make his own portion of the meal that much more interesting.
Draconion bows deeply. "I am all too conscious of the risk and consequences of corruption, Commander. I will take the utmost care and build all the modifications myself from scratch. Not one xenos-built component will make its way into my own wargear. You will find the weapons in their entirety on display in the Librarium in due course. I go now to declare my intention to Sirius Jules."
"Well, if you have any Special wishes tell me. I myself would just do a normal fight, but im open to suggestions.", Amraphel said while getting ready for the fight. He took a Training blade and waited for Sirius to reply.
<Steinar 'Iron Chef' Greywold!> (@Colapse + @DeranVendar ) Steinar got the flank of the Grox against his head. "OY! FOR THAT IT SHALL BE YOUR MAIN COURSE!" He threw the piece of meat that glued on his cheek on the prepared grill, after seasoning of course. The woman asked for salad, oh she will have one! A great one! One from which even an Astartes could feast! A WOLF SIZED SALAD IN FACT! Steinar grabbed a huge glass bowl, probably to make salad for a hundred men and women. He dumped a lot of green and red stuff in there. Lettuce, Tomato, different Paprikas, radish and other stuff. But surprisingly it all would mix well. A much much smaller bowl was grabbed and he pureed something in a mixer too, then put the combined mass into the small bowl and gave it a good drill with the tiny beater in comparison to his huge hands and mixed the liquid-creamy stuff. His nose picked up that the meat was perfect medium, so he put it on a plate along with some potatoes that were baked in the oven. With his fingers he gently squeezed the potatoes open and put some sour cream and herbs over them. The mixture was poured over the salad and the bowl shaken wildly to make sure it got everywhere. Eventually the Cook-Wolf stepped out of kitchen and placed the oversized bowl in front of the woman and the little plate with potatoes and meat in front of the Salamander. "Seems like somebody got your orders wrong!" He laughed loudly, but then stopped out of nowhere and narrowed his eyes, handing each a fork. "Eat up!" <Sirius Jules - Training Pits> "First blood is what we usually did in Lightbringer. But how about... First man with chest on the floor. Will be more interesting than only fighting for blood." Sirius suggested with a grin. "You get first attack, given that I made the objective." OOC: Typical 2 rolls; first being defense, second being attack.
<Feron> Feeling up to a bit of a challenge toward the Wolf Feron stacked his food all together on his plate using a palm to flatten it some before wrapping the flank of grox around it all to lift it to his maw and start wolfing it down, whatever taste may lay in weight he wouldn't mind, never a picky one even in his past life despite coming from one of the wealthiest cities on Nocturne where one might actually be able to afford having a slightly choosier appetite. Using two fingers to help push it all in he gnashed it into a more manageable ground meal then started swallowing it all down. Waiting several moments his head lifted toward Steinar, using a napkin to dab at the mess sprawled out over his maw. "Not bad, not bad at all Brother. "
<Canteen> "Yeah, I'll forward you some of the damage reports for you to have fun with. Most of the damaged decks where upper ones, from 30 to 45, so I guess any help there will be appreciated," Jannika smiled, developing a sort of reliance in this Salamander. Guess the stories about that Chapter were true. But when she saw the bowl of salad her eyes went wide and time for talking was over. Time for eating was at hand as she mercilessly began swallowing it with an appetite worthy of an Astartes!
<Steinar Greywold> "Not so bad, eh?!" Steinar said with pride and turned to Feron... "I offer you a fork and you take your hands?!" Steinar 'complained' his gaze serious, his eyes narrowed, almost as if the next symptom would be foam out of his mouth from anger. A gauntlet landed on the shoulder of Feron, pressure applied. And then he let go and laughed. "You would not stand a chance in an eating contest!" He walked back into the kitchen and got the same plate he had for Feron, but went out with it, forgetting his own hunger. " @Draconion ! I have your promised food!" He roared over the vox-channel.
<Feron> "Depends on the company Brother!" Spirits several degrees higher than they had started only a mere hour ago the Salamander looked to Jannika, deciding to let her eat in peace. "Don't choke alright? " Taking his leave he wandered off, stopping only a moment to tap the man whom had informed him. "Make sure she doesn't suffocate on any of that would you? Good man. " Little room brokered for argument he waltzed right on off, time to visit the Armory and mend his armor so it would be ready in the event something else crept up on their ship.
