"We all had our specialties" as he spoke he laughed "stevanus was one of our two most blood thirsty close combat officers alongside a brother of the blood angels of the name Nathaniel Lorenzo, we then had in our first mision a ravenguard apothicary and a space wolf iron farther, all of who loved close combat" as he spoke he then looked at the marine "we had a star phantom devistator who liked missiles, a member of the salamanders vetren company who was amazing with a forge and a few members of the blood ravens throughout our adventures" with that he laughed "their combat styles elude me as i was normaly going on my own, i did not trust others, i still dont stevanus and a ronin were the first to gain my trust truthefully, the ronin now guards the secrets of my chapter in the death watch as they all died while i was on a mision" he growled slightly "to put it bluntly i never kept track of their combat styles i never saw the need as long as i survived, brother thain was the first space wolf to acsept who i was as a son of magnus, that is why i do not trust as i do not trust you with everything yet brother, if you go see marmoroth or sirus they may be able to shead more light on this for you"
OOC: Nathaniel Lorenzo; (@Hokken ) ~~ Memory of Veritas ~~The Dreadnought also remembered that Sirius in particular had studies with his bionic eye and made tactical assessments on each combatant, including that the Apothecary having learned some techniques of the Ronin. But beyond that, that Thain also later once he became known as Orkbane, that he developed the 'Crash' Technique, which was ever since used among the Space Wolf Sky Claws as a technique of desperate and extreme measure. Although the inspiration may not only have been his duel against Crashius, but also that Nathaniel used the same technique to sacrifice himself and kill the genetically modified Carnifex in the underground complex of Haroldheim II Secundus. Furthermore. Krauz technique with his hammer was easily on par with the Astartes.
"We shouldn't be asking ourselves such questions, since it's pointless. We are soldiers Brother, and as such we go where we are told. The sacrifice we make is the same, whether it's here or somewhere else, as long as we fight for a just cause," Gaius responded. "Seeking a greater goal is not something worthy of a warrior's spirit Brother, because we don't fight to earn personal glory or some vainglorious satisfaction. We are who we are, we fight and we die and that's about it." "Now tell me, how goes the other research?"
<Sirius Jules - Hangar> "And yet our fathers did. Sanguinius got his own celebration day. Guilliman has billions of pilgrims every year. Dorn is forever known as the one who defended the Palace of Terra. And each of the Primarchs of course having their own other prestige. But even Sigismund, Calgar, Mephiston and all those other materials of legend are honored. Certain, one should not aspire it. But is it really that wrong to imagine what could be? If we do not explore where we could be heading, how can we anticipate what is to come? In combat you don't run blindly into your enemy. You learn him. You assess him. You disseminate him until you know him better than he does himself. I do the same, just that my enemy in this way are my past decisions." The Marine said honest, remaining like a statue as he spoke. "As for the research. Not much progress. I had hoped we would have met more Comorrites or Emperor's Children. But I at least came to the conclusion that it is not just a physical toxin. But it has a warp element to it, which is why it could affect even a Primarch. I believe even that the history is not complete right. I believe that the agent was injected by other means than combat itself, the fight was a distraction to catch him off-guard. But of course no source of history indicates it since it would be only half as dramatic and epic.... I get sick of this 'Everybody Lies' philosophy we apothecaries and surgeons must deal with, even when our patients are in stasis, they still lie to us." The words twisted with anger and hatred, given that it was the lack of leads to get down to the matter, rather than his incompetence. Nothing is worse than having a patients life jeopardized through the incompetence of others. OOC: #DrHouseReference
"Well, I still think it's bad to think about it in that way you are suggesting. But I'm not much of a philosopher really, if you want some other insight, you should go and ask Marmaroth. I'm sure he'll use his vocabulary to find a way and explain just why vanity is wrong." "As for your second problem, my answer is the same. Why don't you ask the Chaplain about it," Gaius grinned a bit, "I mean, he knows all kinds of stuff, perhaps he might help you with that as well?"
<Sirius Jules - Hangar> "He understands, and that is the problem. He reads people like I read the Codex Astartes. And then he twists them to his favor. Be it because that is their true selves or because he thinks that his duty is the duty all must follow. Either way, I rather not talk to him about it." "That now would be a matter I could address him with." Sirius stood slowly up and put the little notebook back into his pocket. "Thank you brother Apothecary. Should you ever need anything or desire to talk, don't hesitate to seek the Master of the Apothearion." The man winked before taking his leave. ~~ Marmaroth Sanctuary ~~ The Apothecary simply took the right to meet the man face to face, caring little if he was in one of his rituals or not. OOC: I suspect different timeline so I can have 'private' time with him
@Vulpas "there were many other techniques that i did witness though brother, i may have records of these saved by my old bionic eye il have it brought to your quarters if you want, il send it with a serf" (ooc will literately have the above post quoted thanks to @Uriel1339 ) as he spoke he turned "my techniques though on the other hand would not be very helpful to you as i am a dreadnaught and a psycher now the only one it would work for is our brother librarian"
OOC sure thing <Sanctuary> The Apothecary found his old comrade in his personal armory, busying himself with cleaning his weapons. He was right in the middle of removing the dirt and dust from his Angelous pattern bolter, making sure the drum-feed magazine is clear of any jams. He was in his armor minus the trophies, which were currently stacked on a rack next to him, Sirius seeing the newest addition to the fold, the head of Angels of Absolution traitor Captain Selion. "Greetings Brother," Marmaroth smiled as he saw the newcomer, "What brings you here? Any news?"
<Sirius Jules - Marmaroth Sanctuary> "More like the lack of news." Sirius started, crossing his arms as he stood in front of the Terminator armor, examining it with his bionic eye and his natural eye. Masterly crafted, no question. "I need to know the truth about how Guilliman received his wound, Marmaroth. I came to a point to believe that it was not through the duel with the Daemon Primarch of the Emperor's Children, but rather that the fight was a distraction to somehow induce the toxin into the author of the Codex Astartes. Perhaps something as primitive as a dart, perhaps something as tricky as a warp leech. I care not. But I need to know the truth and since nobody wants to accept that the Warmaster could have fallen victim to such a blunt delivery of a poison, they live in the illusion that it must had been this way and no other. If your visions and voices are true, then that should be no problem, no?" He never looked at the Chaplain, but only at his equipment, standing now in front of the oversized Adamantinum Sword that was to be carried in conjunction to the Terminator Armor. It was a ridicule, but perfect for a gladiator, weapon. OOC: This Sanctuary thing makes me feel like I am talking to Diablo 2, lol.
<Feron> With a chortle he nodded. "Why don't you go get started on those while I wrap up with this then? I'll be along to aid with a flamer soon enough, I just wish to get this to Jannika, give it a proper name as well was thinking 'Flame Tongue'. " Indeed the elder Salamander already had a number of acidic etching tools nearby just for that purpose. Deft hands set to ensuring the more delicate inner workings were all set and done for insertion into the casing, the final touches for quite the weapon. Whilst he hadn't been able to recreate a number of those more delicate or exotic modifications he had instead lent his own formulas to the conversion process that gave it a greater bite at range, at least a few more yards of effective power before it would begin to lose heat while the nature of its casing had been designed to absorb kinetic impacts to a greater degree than most such weapons. In short it burnt hotter and stood stronger like the Salamander's themselves.
