<Medbay>
Icelos had gotten the help needed to get his body moving. Letting the Stormtroopers gain the priority to any medical attention. If it wasn't for the Apothecary taking priority for another Astarte, Icelos could of been possibly trapped for several days. After removing his plate, he went to the Sirius to get his needed assistance.(@Uriel1339 . Been too long since interacted with you. Talk to me all medical like . I may or may not need a new arm. Your choice!)

<Ships Canteen>
Shortly after his 'checkup', Icelos made his way to the Ship Canteen. He had never actually entered this room. Ever since his penance, he focused on how to atone for his sins, but now after the latest battle. Now he felt that he held proper retribution. Donning his armor as a sign of honor, then regret. Of course everyone would know this, since his Chapter's livery was apparent for all to see. The Golden eagle foot with the three Black talons was held on his right pauldron. Similarity, his right arm and helmet kept the Colors of the Sons of Corvus. If they could look at him now, they would nickname him 'The Pure'.

His helmet reflected his image, as it sat at his table feet away from him. Just staring, Icelos could be seen that he was thinking hard, harder than anyone else at the Canteen that was for sure.(If anyone want to interact with me, since I am Blackshield No more.)

<Angelous & Feron>

Once the Salamander arrived in the workshop, he would enter a huge chamber, filled with spare machine parts. At least dozen tech adepts hurried around the place while twice as many servitors offered their assistance to whatever task was required. It was a sad truth, many serfs died during the last mission and now, there were at least ten servitors on every serf aboard the ship. And if the things keep on going like they are currently moving, that number will only rise.

Besides some items even Feron had no idea what they were for, he could see a number of spare parts for Chimeras, Leman Russ tanks and other Imperial vehicles. He could see two Valkyries that survived the icy hell of Knosos in the process of being repaired, servitors hurried around their winged forms like small bees.

But what took the center stage was an all-too familiar sight. In the middle of the chamber, flanked with a number of huge metal plates, extra plating, spare guns and similar things, was the Land Raider Phobos of Angels of Absolution Chapter, 5th Company. The vehcile, mighty like any of its ancient breathren, for once didn't look much threatening. Its hull was "massacred", being in the process of replacement the damaged parts left the main frame looking hollow. Next to it, the former Blood Raven Techmarine was busying himself with mounting a holder for a sponson lascannon onto the vehicle's hull. Seeing that the Salamander arrived, he waved him over.

"You are finally here Salamander. Come, give me a hand," he said without greeting, pointing on the other side of the mechanism. "Despite it looks, it's quite heavy. I made it reinforced so it doesn't fall off that easily the next time it rolls out in combat. What? It was your idea to dig it out, remember? I hope you didn't think I would let it to rot in here, especially now when our old Predator is gone."

As he approached, Feron could see multiple honor markings on its blessed hull, mentionings of old victories and foes that fell underneath the fire of its guns. Besides it, a name written in gold ink could be seen...OOC Since this idea for keeping this tank originated from Feron, I think it's only fair for him to give it the name just hope it won't be something like chicken chaser

<Feron>
'Edge of Salvation' Feron ran a hand across the venerable vehicle's hull during the approach. His flesh arm pressed the turret inward while the palm of his bionic hand and a knee were used to help prop it up with little more than a grunt. "Suppose there won't be any returning it to the Angels anytime soon so might as well. " His own thoughts hissed at him spitefully like scavengers warded off from a carcass by a greater carrion beast. "Thief, I'll be sure to add that to the list. " "Tell me Angelous, wasn't much a bother getting to the controls was it? Imagine you had to pry out an extra traitor or two? "

Sequestered in his own private corner of the ship's Forge, Draconion is putting the finishing touches on a new prosthetic arm to replace the one he lost to the Sorcerer's axe, pounding out the finished external shell plates on the anvil while he prints the skeleton and other inner workings on the nanolathe. More ornate and painstakingly designed than the plain functionality of his existing one, it is bulkier and has a more armoured look, covered in contoured plates of adamantium alloy designed to shear off and deflect incoming force rather than absorb it, its spiky, aggressive styling aesthetically resembling the horned scales and short, rending claws of the great saurian beasts of his homeworld. Aside from its appearance and an appreciable amount of added durability, however, it is not so different from his left arm, but it does include some modularity features that he intends to prototype in preparation for a future project.

With the aid of his scavenged medical servitors, he operates on the stump via MIU, laying open the tissue to fuse the neural interfaces to his own nervous system, then implant the tensegral exoskeletal superstructure that connects to the remaining shoulder joint structures that will reinforce the entire limb and enable it to match and sustain the higher force outputs from the cybernetic limb. Inserting a proximal bionic interface into his elbow stump via intramedullary nail for all the neural interfaces to summate. Finally, he plugs the main limb itself into the interface socket, turning on the power and running diagnostic and calibration procedures.

At length, he is satisfied with his work. Hearing commotion from the main section of the forge, he wanders over to find Feron and Angelous working on the seized Land Raider from the battle of Knosos.

"Brothers," he says cordially, "Can I lend a hand?"

The knight woke up, he immediately noticed that his arm was bandaged, and the bars of course. Simply said, he had failed. Failed both the inquisition and everyone on the Angelfall. His plan, instead of letting Marmaroth and the inquisition speak face-to-face, had gotten him shot and crushed by his once comrades. But that was all passed, now he merely lay on the bunk provided for him, secretly fearing the footsteps that would hereald Marmaroth's arrival...

Amphreal. He was more glad that the chaplain himself hadn't arrived, but if the blackshield required "the Truth" now then so be it.

"Acolyte 3-R-2-Z-D, sworn to serve the Emperor's most holy inquisition without fail. I recieved orders from my 'employer' to sabotage the ship or kill Marmaroth, you know which I picked. Do you realise how many died on that frigid ice-ball? And for what exactly? To sneak a peek at a greater daemon of nurgle and run?"

"You fail to see the greater plan, knight.", Amraphel replied plainly. "Everything we do is part of a greater design. If you see the things that transpired without context, the might seem pointless, but all our deeds combined are protecting the imperium from a great danger. Our foe is no beast to simply be killed, no sadly it is not that simple, it is a cancer to be rooted out. The question is: Are you and your masters part of that cancer? There are 3 possibilities all of which are bad:
1. You were sent here as one of Jurik Fels spies all along, which would mean that you serve a fool.
2.You are part of the unholy alliance, in which case you should be shot on the spot.
3. You are a weak fool, who couldn't do what must be done and face the consequences, which in my opinion is the worst thing.

So Sigismund, it is your turn to speak thruth!

<Angelous, @DeranVendar , @Draconion >

"Actually, there were three of them," Angelous answered levelly as he fixed the mechanism in place, "But they were in a bad shape, nothing few grenades couldn't take care of. As for returning it, I'm afraid not, but that is only right i my eyes. The Machine Spirit suffered greatly under the yokes of those traitors, it is more than happy to shoot some heretics now. Also, we need a proper Tank, Sitri is harassing me already with questions when will it be ready for action so yeah, I don't see why we shouldn't keep it."

Once seeing that the Librarian arrived, Angelous sighed. "Well if wish to carry some weight, feel free to hop in. Also, I called Feron here because I need some help with adding enhanced systems on the vehicle as well as modified armor, hoping that his Salamander heritage might come in play, but since you are also from Nocturne, I guess you can lend a hand as well."

OOC basically, a mini-game to add extra stuff on the Land Raider (like it doesn't have that already), further modifying it to be a greater beast than it already is. So shoot some ideas if you have any, also I'm up for changing its pattern if you guys wish it


<Canteen @Xaphen >

"So the lone eagle has been returned to the fold," a voice came from behind, the image of the Storm Lord clear in the reflection of former Blackshield's helm. "Is one simply the master of his sins, absolving himself before others have a chance to speak their mind? Or is that how you turn to be a lone eagle in the first place, fighting against the flock? But then, eagle was a bird that always enjoyed the solitude, how can we know it still doesn't keep old habits?" Kajar asked as he approached Icelos, his tone not mocking in any way. More like he was asking a genuine question.

"The first question to ask is how much transport capacity we actually need," says Draconion without missing a beat, seizing upon a much-loved topic, "If we don't actually need to carry ten power-arrmoured men or five Terminators everywhere we go, we might be better served converting the Land Raider into a dedicated battle tank. By devoting the freed-up capacity to support systems, we could add a Fellblade turret and expand sponson capacity to accommodate laser destroyers or Avenger mega-bolters. If ammunition supply is a problem, we could strip out the ballistic weapons and optimise for energy weapons, for example, replacing the twin accelerator cannons with a turbolaser destructor. Also, we could build in atomantic shielding to bring it up to full Fellblade standard, and add ferromantic circuitry from the Achilles-pattern for even more durability. I've seen all the plans we need in the ship's Librarium, so it's eminently doable. Even if we wish to preserve transport capacity, we should at least look to expand sponson capacity and add the ferromantic defences. Perhaps even a smaller class of turret - say, Predator class - might be doable."

"I was here to serve the inquisition, that is all I did. I contacted Jurik Fells for new orders, I attempted to act on them. If he is a traitor, then I'll be the first to kill him. If he is not, then you best find the heart of the cancer and bring it to him. But you're all extending the inevitable. We will not be able to stop anywhere in the Imperium, and by asking for help from xenos or heretics you will only damn yourselves further."

<Sirius Jules - before heading to Bridge - Medbay>
The Apothecary was just on his way out before the man intercepted him. "What is it?" He asked somewhat annoyed, perhaps it was the stress? He just stared intently on the man known as Icelos.

<Sirius Jules - after @Xaphen tactical intervention - Bridge>
"Don't worry about me. I've heard you refuse to take care of yourself." He gestured at her hair and face. "You should take some rest, I take over your duties in the meanwhile, after all... Better in someones capable hands than in no ones. Don't want your brain to shutdown just because you are too stubborn to take at least a four hour nap a day." Sirius crossed his arms and sounded like a father who was scolding his daughter for being out too long. And that between these two would be a rarity that they communicated beyond yelling anyway. Though was it true care or was it just due to a possible tactical disadvantage?