<Feron> "Seven hundred? You wound me I'm not that old, more to the tune of four something. " It was a half hearted attempt at humor as a heavy sigh followed it through. "I'm unsure if this is so much a time for flight as it is to cement my heels and stand but, I suppose there is little left but forward now? Not that there ever is any other choice, time goes with or without us. Thank you for the council Draconion, it has admittedly been lingering in my thoughts for a time but things have been progressing at such a pace that even our time in the warp seems too short for our tasks at hand. "
<Sirius Jules - Hangar> The Son of Guilliman took a seat on the ground in front of the huge blast door that was built for entire squadrons to spit forth. The hangar was so empty and vast. As he sat with his own bottom on the floor and the legs angled, he looked just upon the massive gate. "How I miss the fleet life. Twelve Years now? Even Father time seems to escape my mind." The man spoke to himself and passing crewmen out loud with helmet attached on his waist. He grabbed a little notebook from a pocket on his utility belt, going through the pages as he hummed softly to himself, barely capable of being heard by anyone given how loud the ship and it's engines buzzed.
"I assume we will be executed by the Inquisition when are work here is done. I also assume we have all been branded traitors and our Chapter will hear of the news, but coming from the inquisition, they probably wont be quick to accept it. I cannot truthfully answer what I will do next. But I have this to help me on my trip." Icelos replied in a whisper. He then showed him the Hardback copy of the Codex Astarte. The title was in a bold gold print on the front cover. "I think I have said too much now, others seem to have take an interest". Icelos pointed at the woman with his finger. His golden eyes staring her down from across the room. (@PorOborosCain )
- Edd Since the confrontation with Sigismund, Edd has been in a bit of a slump. On one hand, he knew they hadn't done anything wrong and that the Unholy Alliance needed to be stopped. On the other, he knew to defy the Inquisition was just as bad as defying the Emperor and that was very bad. Rocky had explained, but still Edd was uneasy. Which was a first, as Rocky could always explain things for Edd and it would make sense. But now it was different. Edd was on his way to meet up with Rocky in the Canteen for lunch. Instead of going straight there, Edd had decided to once again check up on Sir Sigismund. He had felt bad about hurting him and sought to made amends. However every time he had gone previously, the guards would send him away. This time, there were no guards and voices were talking. Edd decided to wait and see what was becoming of the loyalty questioned comrade. 'Hope nothin' bads happenin' ta Sigmund... I wonder if he's as confused as me? I should ask him!' - Rocky Making for the canteen, Rocky was in a pretty good mood. Edd was fixed up, the crew seemed to be getting back into routine, and Inquisition hadn't caught up to them or subjected anyone to unspeakable torture. So, so far so good. Edd wasn't in the best of moods, but he'd come around eventually. All Rocky concerned himself with, was what to order for lunch. As he entered the Cantina, he noticed those present and made for the nearest empty table between a pickled Fenix and debating Demi-gods. Deciding which to engage with first, or to wait for Edd to show up. 'Knowing that oaf, he's off to try and apologize to Sigismund again for not giving him the beating he deserves... No, Edd's too forgiving for that. Not that he doesn't deserve a few smacks to the head for what he did.' "I'll have pint! Any takers?" Rocky orders and offered to the room at large.
"I will spill blood, mine or my enemy's, if that is what is required to attain redemption for myself and my ancestors. I swear by His name to fight against the Unholy Alliance and any who aid them, even unwittingly as I had." Kneeling down, head bowed to the Chaplain and hand over his heart. "Should I break this sacred oath, then may my soul forever be damned."
@DeranVendar "Glad to be of help, Uncle. If time seems short, what say you we finish up this infernal - pun intended - pistol and move on to your helmet?" He lays out the outer casings of the pistol on the workbench and begins prepping them for assembly. "I have a doomfist to build into this left arm and at least one Pyroclast flamer to build, and they're definitely not going to finish themselves."
@lord-watchman "Could you tell me possible of the fighting styles of the members of your team. Possibly if you all had Different techniques in fighting. or possibly moves that could possibly Aide us now and would be useful to know if we get into tight situations?" Volorox asked being more intrigued.
<Sirius Jules - Hangar> "Damian Exclamatus. Ascended at the age of 18, Scout Training in the 10th. Kilah Tremendezia. Primary Heart Transplantation at the age of 172, including transplants of several other organs. Serving in the 3rd Company. Corok Suquere. Gene-Seed Extraction, 3rd War of Armageddon, having served the 2nd Company." He flipped further towards the end and sighed. "Shas'Ui Subject One. No name earned yet. Will survive through extensive surgery. Presumably age of 16. Having been cut open by a Genestealer Claw. Shas'Saal Subject Two. No name earned yet. Daughter of Subject One. Presumably age of 10. Survival impossible. Major organs torn apart, alive through pure will alone. Por'Ui. Subject Three. No name earned yet. Lost both legs and arms. Will survive, but no Bionic Replacement possible due to lack of parts." Sirius flips to the next page. "Subject Three thanked me for saving his life, he is certain that despite the pain and his uselessness in life and combat will serve a Greater Good. In fact he stated that me saving his life has a Greater Good in the way of improving my reputation with these survivors to gain their trust. He is sure that I will make the difference in this war. Every Imperialist would have begged to die, but this Alien thanked me for sending him through hell, because that is what they believe in - A greater good in everything." Half the book later. "Roboute Guilliman. In Stasis for a very long time, though the actual date I did not even learn from the Ultramarines. It varies from story to story. A daemonic poison has manifested which I am incapable of taking a sample off. Luckily I have records and can order samples from the Sons of Guilliman through their long crusade against the Emperor's Children. A crusade we fought where the Ultramarines were too scared or too good for to avenge their Primarch. Finding a cure, estimation. Fifty to a Hundred years. Will depend on how well the Ultramarines will support me and if I get access to my samples." "Addendum: I saw a short haired Ultramarine in the temple of correction, must had been the captain, judging by his emblems. I believe he thought I was just a pilgrimage and does not know of my duty, only Marneus and Varro know of it in full detail anyway. He prayed to Guilliman for guidance while reading over the names inscribed. He touched over one. Once he walked away I saw which one. Idaeus. Must had been the Captain of the Fourth. The Codex-breaking 'Master of the Fleet', an Astartes so misguided that he is incapable of fulfilling his assigned duties. Too young and naive." He skips to the last page of the little notebook. "My labs are useless without the proper tools and supplies that are denied to me. At this point I am not sure how much longer I can take all this." Next paragraph. "Stevanus, Subject Zero. Has been reborn and walks now as Marmaroth through the galaxy. Recruited me against some wild idea of Tau spitting forth from the Segmentum Pacificus. Highly unlikely, but if it gets me off this hell called Macragge, then so be it. Since he is my friend and he requires my aid as SME on Tau, I shall do whatever I can to fulfill my duty. Whatever it takes." At the end it's signed with his entire name and credentials among Sons of Guilliman and Deathwatch. He closed it but kept it in his hands, staring on the cover. He was so deep into his memories and his own words that probably the ship could have shook and he would have not noticed.
"Dry mouth are the warrior's greatest enemy!" Kajar joked as he heard Ratling's offer, moving away from the former Blackshield and towards Rocky, apparently satisfied with the conversation. Bartender obeyed and brought them two pints of ale. "May the Emperor be our witness, it shall be so," the Chaplain nodded in approval as he placed the iron necklace around Sigismund's neck. "The symbol of Aqulla will offer you guidance and remind you of your true allegiance to the Emperor, beloved by us all. Black robes will cover your flesh making you one of His servants, like a pilgrim of old will you rise your hand against the dark heavens that have spawned the False Gods. The sword will be the instrument to exact His will and His judgement upon the unfaithful and the wicked. Now rise, Sigismund, former Knight of the Inquisition, rise and take the first step on your path to Salvation." Marmaroth placed the red sword back on the table, next to the robes and pointed the human towards it. "It is an old weapon, its heritage lost to the passage of time, but it will serve you good in days to come. Your old armor and other gear is in a safe place, so you have nothing to worry about it. It will be returned to you once you regain our trust. Now go and pray, for the prayer will cleanse you and prepare you for the trials ahead." Stepping out of the chamber, the Flesh Tearer nodded in greetings to Edd who was watching all of it from the background. "I hope your arm is healed Edd? How are you feeling?" "What's that?" a Marine approached the Apothecary, somewhere from the darkness of the hangar, Sirius instantly recognizing the voice. Gaius. "Hopefully, its something interesting, since it got you so riled up you barely registered me approaching you. Lots of stuff on your mind?"
<Sirius Jules - Hangar> "Just reciting my own notes to live through the experience again and the kind of man I was at that point. The change of my personality is in my very writing." He smiled but did not turn to the man since he recognized the voice. "Just an old discussion on my mind I had with myself once. If I achieve a greater goal here, or if I would had been better staying out of the Deathwatch and with my brethren to aid them win Armageddon and other battlefields for our chapter." Sirius shrugged slightly, obviously not too moved, or already having his mind up about it, yet it was a question of curiosity.
