<Feron to Draconion> Stepping forth he arrayed his feet on a pair of metal platforms, arms locking in place at a fifty degree angle from his sidesas a pair of Servitors approached and a number of mechanical limbs extended from sockets in the wallls to perform the modifications necessary for his armor. "They are not virtues here, they are test for the virtuous and cur alike. We've minds in charge that still value such things but also know their place is of greatly diminished value with our current mission. " Even as the gaudy silver pauldron bearing the Inquisitorial seal and the many cubic runes across its surface was removed Feron focused on the Librarian, something in him missed the days when he was ignorant enough of the greater war to indulge in such boast and challenges at a whim. "In brighter news though I can vouch that our Brother Malevolent shouldn't be a worry, not a single issue during our last deployment. I've yet to meet either of our Blackshields so I can't yet vouch for them but I doubt Volorox will be much an issue. At least in interactions amongst ourselves on a chapter to chapter level, mission interest have yet to be truly tested. "
"I am chastened, Uncle," replies Draconion with a rueful nod as he does the opposite of Feron, buffing bis armour to a parade shine and tacking on various gaudy campaign decorations that he has dug up from Emperor-knows-where, the better to overawe snooty Spire nobility and draw attention away from the covert teams. "Who would have thought it? A temperate Malevolent," he says with a wry smile, "Add to that a hotheaded Salamander and the galaxy has truly been turned on its head."
<Feron> "We've seen greater oddities yet I would believe Young Drake. Do enjoy your time in the upper spires if you can, Sister Jean is good company and I'm sure the two of you can manage something passable with the Nobles. If nothing else I imagine a little mind rooting will give something away. " Chuckling warmly he stepped down with a new far more discreet flat black pauldron adorning his left side, calling over another Servo-Skull he punched in an order for a Camo-cloak, hoping it would be available to help cover some of his more conspicuous belongings as opposed to Draconion being lavished in every little symbol that could be dug up. "Mmmm Brother Angelous also delivered an Arco-Flagellant to Dorallius and I, seems I've full custody on it, converted from the same tank commander we captured during our first outing. "
Draconion's eyebrows shoot straight up. "An arcoflagellant? A grim end indeed. Intellectually, I agree with the man repaying his debt to the Imperium, but part of me is repulsed by such dark technology. Better a bolt in the head...but then, at least he serves before he dies. Will you be holding it in reserve, then?" While waiting for Feron to reply, he turns to offer Jean a buffing cloth and a can of armour polish.
<Feron> "Can't say entirely Brother, I imagine I'll leave it as an extra defensive measure in the ship for now. I don't think walking around with that thing will exactly help us down below. Another mission perhaps, a good meat shield for several seconds if nothing else. " Feron gave another shrug as the Servo-Skull returned with a folded camo-cloak hanging over a hook like a wash rag. Tying it about his waist for the time being he allowed it to cover Skull-Splitter deciding that the weapon would be the most obvious oddity about his person, more importantly something grubby hands attached to stupid or desperate minds might try to grab for first. In all actuality he wasn't an overt melee enthusiast, no stranger to it, but in his time he had grown to enjoy dropping things before they became too close. This wasn't to say he was ungrateful for the find, by all means a powerful anti-daemon power hammer didn't really get beat out by much else and he imagined it would probably see use below when they found ever more heretics and dark rituals for purging. "Anyways, stay safe you two. Draconion when we get back I might have request of your presence and abilities, so do try not to get hopped up on too much booze or enamored with whatever concubines are sent to bribe you. " A quick jab at the Librarian's side was a final parting gesture as he began to walk away chuckling like an earthquake rumbles. Making for the Hangar to prepare for loading he singled out Amraphel deciding to approach. Figuring he would of been heard and noticed long before coming within feet of the Blackshield he merely hummed stepping up alongside him. "Don't believe we've been formally introduced as of yet Brother Amraphel was it? " OOC: @DeathKorpsOfKrieg
"Walk with Vulkan, wise old man. And be sure to survive so you can tell me the full tale of that fancy hammer you came across. As for hooch and floozies, I'm too young for that sort of thing just yet," replies Draconion with a laugh.
<Steinar Greywold> "COME ON GUYS! WHY SO SLOW?!" Steinar complained over vox, already in the Thunderhawk, being more than impatient to get down to the wastelands and start a hunt!
Amraphel slowly turned arround and glanced at the astartes that adressed him:"That is correct.", he said and wondered what this one might want from him. "No, I dont believe we have been introduced yet. Amraphel could see that the astartes was clearly a salamander, dark skin, red eyes and a very well crafted armour; Yes he had always admired some of the works produced by them, great hammers and spears well forged and of devine power. Yet this was in a strong contrast to their weak philosophies and combat doctrine. Amraphel always thought they were a bit, unflexible and then there was their all too self reighterous care for civilian lives. Amraphel aggain focused on the matter at hand and asked: "What can I help you with?"
<Feron> "Simply wished to make proper introductions and what not, at least like to make sure I've all the proper names down for whom I serve with. I am Feron, known to a few as Uncle. " An easy enough smile was offered trying to keep things subdued or to diffuse any unknown tensions that might be there. "Thoughts on the mission below? "
"It will be hard for us astartes to move unseen inside the underhive. I'd say the astartes should move through the maintenance corridors. I would also advise to take control of the underhives generatorium and plunge all into darkness just before we move to capture the prisoner. It will be easy to escape during the chaos and the confusion created by the darkness. If we find any chaos cult, we kill them and if there are any witnesses we kill them too. This are my suggestions.", Amraphel said with a plain but deadly serious voice.
