"Good to meet you too brother Amraphel, i am as you know now, Dorallius and my chapter is none other than the Excoriators, And no, i do not belive we have talked to eachother before, i see you are a blackshield," He said, stoutly.
The Black shield also arrived back to the training pits. It was all that was worthy of his time. He was hoping to get some more traning in, but he saw some kind of argument between three other Astartes. One of them was a Son of Gulliman while the other was a fellow Blackshield, but oddly enough he was more...Out spoken then most. The last Astarte that was leaving, shared the scars of his Armor. Not afraid to show the Relic's battle wounds. It made sense once his Chapter Pauldron showed he was a member of the Excoriators chapter. He had know this chapter and even fought along side them in Segmentum Obscurus. A venerated chapter that was a shining example of Primarch Dorn's legendary stubbornness and bulwark. The Blackshield stood on the sidelines as his companions argued about a topic he had previously missed. From what it sounded like, it was about honor and respect.
Volorox kept practicing with his bolt pistol getting used to his new Eye until he could hit all the targets like he could. he then stopped a moment as he heard several voices arguing turning he could see one of them was arguing with a black shield. Odd he thought Often times it was taught to give black shields respect from what he could see the argument between the two was ending. He unloaded the bolt pistol practice rounds and secured it around his robes. As he went to the cages to practice with his specialty melee.
Six blinked a few times. Her ocular prosthetic had been repaired, but the pain sometimes emerged again. She'd already gotten used to the slight flashes of static obscuring her peripheral vision, even if they did annoy her immensely. Regardless, in a time without specific missions to be done, and without specified objectives, she had taken to patrolling the corridors. Of course, the odd guardsman gave her a confused look - they realized who she was from her posture and habitus, but the face they'd come to recognize her by had gone missing. 232611 could not deny slight amusement at this, of course.
Jean nodded with a smile. "Of course Edd. Whatever makes you more comfortable. Besides... Trust me, it's really not that bad." She winked. "After all, look at me. I'm back in one piece again."
as if the training pits were not already full enough tempestus walked in to see if anyone was sparing so he could watch and bring old memory's back to himself
<Marius> The man was wandering as well, just heading back to the Vehicle Bay after grabbing a toolkit from the forges. The uniform was easy to be recognized from Krieg! "You must be Six! Lord Sitri told me about you and that you may enjoy some test shooting with Vale's Stormbolter?" The regular appearing human expressed excited. His uniform was weird, given it was an Overall, but it was in the colors of the Lords of Destruction and the icon on each shoulder.
Walking down the corridors, Fenix made for the canteen. Dart was hovering nearby, and scanning the halls for future use. Fenix had not disrobed since arriving on the Ship. This would eventually become a necessity. Until then, food was the only thing to worry about. "Why not just lose the carapase armor and helmet? I'm sure everyone won't treat you differently." Dart said with synthesized sarcasm. "Be quiet. Just because only I hear you doesn't mean I have to listen." Fenix turned off Darts volume. Six came into view, approaching from the opposite direction. They meet in the middle. Neither appearing to care to get out of the other's way. "Move or be moved." Fenix said not as a threat, but a fact.
Fenix ignored the Chapter Serf. Dart however took to scanning him and flashing verious coded messages. Mostly swear words, but maybe someday someone else would hear him.
