<They try to build a prison>

OOC others in the prison, if you wish, read the below part where I'm describing the Chaplain and shit, if you wish to get to know him better

OOC writing all this shit coz your girl is good with tech, so I guess she could spot all these things and know what they mean etc.

Coatl could see that her rescuer wore a delicately artificed suit of power armor, black in color with silver rim. On one shoulder pad he had a familiar sign of the Inquisition etched in a field surrounded by angelic wings, while on the other those same wings spread out to frame a buzz-saw looking object with a single red tear in it. Similar to his armor, his helmet was piece of masterfully crafted gear made to mimic a skull with yet another small red tear below his right eye lense.

On his left hand he had mounted Angelous-pattern bolter with a drum-feed magazine while in his other hand he held an ominous looking single-edged black axe, with a vicious hook on the other side. Behind something that looked like an iron halo relic, a long coat of black fur was spread around his shoulders and back, adding to the fact he carried various trophies hooked on both his belt and below shoulders, heads of Eldar, Tyranids, Chaos Space Marines and other enemies of Man (what was also important to note is that he actually had a head there that awfully looked like it was collected from a senior member of Mechanicum). That look of a warlord from a feral world was somewhat increased after he spoke, his voice both commanding and diplomatic at the same time, with a touch of primal savagery (OOC fuck me if I know how that sounds IRL )

"I am Chaplain Marmaroth of the Ordo Xenos and these are my men. I'm in process of clearing this part of the Hulk, and I honestly never expected to see a friendly face in it, but I guess the fate is making fun of me. Coatl of the Mechanicus, Ortodox or not, I bid you welcome. Any help from a servant of the Omnissiah will be much appreciated and we sorely need help with establishing control of this place."

Seeing that there wasn't one but three of the captives, Chaplain turned his attention to the second one, the one he presumed hacked into his own vox. "I am Chaplain Marmaroth, Watch Commander of the Ordo Xenos. I'm not familiar with one such as yourself," he nodded to him after his helmet readings showed increased signs of radiation. "Are you malfunctioned?" asking a question bluntly, he quickly remembered who was he talking to. "I meant no insult, but you seem to be leaking oil?" and a joke to ease up the pressure.

Temvero would see that most of the Stormtroopers present were aiming their hellguns on him. Perhaps, the reason was that he too quickly went for his gear? "They fought on Armageddon, didn't they?" Marmaroth turned towards the onyx giant, his skull visage not giving away much, "And we are quite far away from Segmentum Solar. I apologize, but I do find it a bit suspicious to see a brother from the 18th out here, all alone." If anything, Temvero would know that the man speaking to him, at least according to his wargear was a Chaplain from the Deathwatch, with a sign of Flesh Tearers on one of his shoulders.



<Other stuff - Everything happening simultaneously and in different parts of the hulk>

Tainted areas were, like he guessed, tainted. Not in any special way that didn't require a hefty doze of prometheum to clear, but still, if it weren't for his age and experience it would be easy for Amraphel to get lost in this place.

But instead of Daemons or Mutants that usually stalked places like this, Marine met only shadows and hidden whispers, calling out to him from the dark corridors. Quite a normal thing one would think, right before he went past another corridor junction, where he could almost swear he saw a bulky shape, similarly like him, escaping into the darkness just at the second he came into view.

"Who's that pretty boy!" a female voice came out of somewhere as a newcomer came into view. Her uniform was changed for regular clothing, one would see at ship's deck crew, which did little to hide her attributes (girl gotta stay fit when flying a ship). Of course, the remark wasn't pointed at Edd or Rocky. "Who's dat, whoooo's daaaaaaaaat????" Jannika smiled as she approached Bucky, intent on petting it like it was some sort of a feline creature, not a big thing with horns and teeth. But right before she actually reached out to touch him, she turned her face towards Ogryn, removing her black hair from it with a casual blow of air, "Is he yours??? Oh it's so pretty, where did you find it?!" (OOC I presume Rocky and Edd know who the Captain of the ship was ofc).

After the penal troopers passed the debriefing, alongside other survivors from Niona, they were mostly hunkered around barracks of the Battleship they were currently on, putting the rooms to good use. What was also interesting that they were mostly in good mood, apparently under some false assumption they were free of being forced into meat grinders for their earlier sins, exchanging that life for service under Inquisition and commanded by an actual Space Marine. This made them feel important once again in their grim lives, something they believed they had Fenix to thank for.

"Me and my boys want to give you this," Spry found and intercepted Fenix during one of her walks from her cabin towards canteen (or wherever she ate). It was a some sort of a medal or a trinket, like a small snake curled around a obscurely dressed woman, hiding most but not everything. "It's da symbol of our Legion, what officers used to wear so we could know who's in charge and shit. I...we think you deserve it for if there weren't for you, we'd all be stuck on that fucked up planet eating Ork dung."

"I see you've been busy," Angelous came down to visit Feron while the new Forge was still in the process of being made complete. "Looks interesting, but it's still somehow...lacking?" Techmarine wore his helmet like always, so if he was sarcastic or not nobody could say. "But why don't you go out and investigate a bit more of the hulk, perhaps you might find a place more to your liking? The forge, I mean...Who knows what this place holds," as he looked around, his voice took a more distant tone. "Perhaps we might actually make something good out of all this, don't you agree?"

"So yet another Sister joins the fray," a Marine nodded to Sister Brandt as he walked by, the symbol of Howling Griffons clear on one of his shoulders. "Name's Gaius, I'm the ship's main guy when it comes to piloting and second guy when it comes to Apothecary duties, so if you ever need one of those two, be sure to give me a call."

Gaius was about to leave, but then he turned his face, on which he actually grew a short dark beard, back towards the Sister. "But tell me, how the hell did you end up in a place like here, and survived all the way? I mean, I boarded one hulk during my time and I don't remember it being really friendly."

<Feron>
"You're not sounding entirely coherent there Brother, you feeling alright? " Feron was mostly unarmored at this point, everything too damaged stored away in his own little secret nooks and crannies for the time being. Instead all he wore was a simple workers body glove, a number of ashen grey markings visible on his form: The ritual branding of the Salamanders. Setting a hand over Skull-Splitter's pommel he kept an ear out for anything funny, an eye on the hexogramic wards that made his keepsake from the grave world so effective against daemons on the chance they might react to any unholy presence. Nothing was certain on a Space Hulk and a daemonic doppelganger popping up amongst them wasn't entirely out of the question.

Temvero looked from the guns aimed at him, to the Chaplain, shook his head and looked back at them with a smile. "Apologies, Brother-Chaplain. I... I do not wish to speak of what brought me here. Not yet."

He rose his arms, slowly bending down and reverently placing his weapons on the ground. "I submit to an Armed Escort. I would appreciate being taken to a place where I can tend to my gear. Their Spirits are angry with me, and they deserve a good round of Maintenance. I will comply with a full debriefing at a later time, if that is agreeable."

<Apothecary - nearby Amraphel (@Colapse & @DeathKorpsOfKrieg )>

On a private channel to Amraphel a crackling and weak voice emit. "H....H....He.... Lp..." Before it cut off completely, but the smart system of Amraphels system pin-pointed at the same corner where he saw the shadow before. The voice was definitely the Apothecary's, he recognized it. And it was not recorded either, so clearly he must have gone lost himself and was now used as a bait.

<The Sister>

"Through His will of course. I had lost many things. But I know that the Imperium means family. And family doesn't give up on one another. Each day, every minute I prayed to His eminence to live on, to tell of my Sisters and His orators to tell of them and their bravery in the darkest hour. I am not sure how I survived and it is a long story. But all has it's time. For now... Join me in an Ophelian's Express, yes?"

She placed a second bottle on the table, near him. It was not a fine alcoholic beverage like wine, it was simple and weak, especially for Astartes, but it was also a drink that was blessed by a Sister Brewer, making each drink truly a holiness. Renate Walburga Brandt smiled at him, looking serene, despite to what she must have gone through to still be alive and this well.

<Feron>

Skull-Splitter made no reaction towards Angelous or his presence, so if this was some kind of a doppelganger he definitely hid it well. "Alright? Well I'm in a god damn awesome mood!" it was perhaps the first time Techmarine showed some kind of an emotion besides being an arrogant prick (OOC that was my impression of him ).

"I mean, we are stranded on a damned Space Hulk that is currently in the Warp, heading into Marmaroth-knows what place to do not-even-Emperor-knows what! Awesome mood? More than awesome, I'm frakking swelled with joy!"

Chaplain nodded and couple of Stormtroopers stepped forward, taking Salamander's gear. "Sergeant Braddock here will escort you to our new forge where one of my Brothers (@DeranVendar ) will debrief you and see if you are telling the truth, I guess he will know it best of all of us."

Stepping aside, Marmaroth allowed for his men to lead Temvero towards the forge where his gear would be tended. If anything, if the man turns out to be a traitor, at least they could put his weapons to good use after dealing with him.

"Well if there's anything I learned from my brothers from Fenris, it's that you should never skip an offer for a free drink!" Gaius laughed and sat down at the table, placing his nutrients next to him. Taking a sip, he made an expression as if he didn't like the drink before his mouth widened in another smile. "Damn, all jokes aside, but of all items you could, you actually kept a bottle of this alcohol through all that time? I think I'm starting to like you Sister and I don't even know you yet!"

"No, Chaplain Marmaroth, Watch Commander of the Ordo Xenos, I am not malfunctioning. Also that is not oil, but blood mixed with waste and other factors that kept me alive this long. While I am at 18% combat effectiveness and the amount of 'pain' my body is suffering, I would say I am. Injured, but all working operations and functions are have not malfunctioned yet" Ixtab said through the vox. Still not speaking out loud. It would not be out of the realm of possibility that he couldn't physically talk.

He opened his robe up to reveal the grease like substance that was oozing out of his body and the major damage to his remaining armor and metal frame. Like some kind of mangled tincan. He noticed the Chaplin escorting the other prisoner, but before the Chaplain could order more of the troops, he spoke up.

"Excuse me for the Radiation. While you would be able to resist the effects while sealed in the Power Armor, the human's may not be able to stand the toxicity. Recommending keeping them a safe distance away from unit: Estimated safe distance... seven meters with no to minor symptoms of radiation poising." Ixtab voxed. Still not explaining the reason to the radiation.

The Alpha slowly raised his hand up and pointed to a Ork workbench. There, two weapons were laid out. The Ork that was 'attending' them was on the floor dead. One could assume why.

"Those are my belongings. You, the female, or I would be the only ones able to hold them. I am the only one who would be able to activate either of them, so the choice is yours.

Temvero smiled to the stormtroopers as they relived him of his gear. "Thank you, Marmaroth."

As he followed his escort down the hallways, he wondered to himself what his fate would be. He could be branded a traitor, or found to be corrupted, in both cases he would be executed. Or he could be proven to be telling the truth, in which case his fate was still unknown. But surely this was to be his part in the emperor's plan, just as Torix had said.

As they approached the forge, he saw two other men, -Astartes-, already inside. One was wearing the power armour of a Marine, judging from the silhouette, and the other was simply too large to be anything but. As a prisoner, as it would seem, Temvero stood still and silent as a stone, awaiting what would happen next.

<Feron>
Lofted a brow at Angelous. "You know, if you're in that good a mood shouldn't you be doing the scavenging? " At least playing the part of letting his guard down Feron smiled some at the Blood Raven.

"Force Commander. " Sergeant Braddok jogged up to him the Salamander looking back. "Report Sergeant? "
"Lord Chaplain Marmaroth just cracked open an Ork brig, currently dealing with a number of prisoners. Sent one your way, for obvious reasons. Wishes him debriefed if you don't find cause to execute him. " Gesturing toward Temvero the Sergeant started to walk back to the squad and their current prisoner. Lofting a brow at this Feron stepped after him casting his gaze over on a fellow son of Nocturne. It took him several moments to dredge through his memories but in short order the ancient recognized another survivor of Armageddon. Wordlessly he drew Skull Splitter and cast it forth, an ornate golden hammer with a toothed pick opposite of the flat. It was all tied together by a skull and cross sitting dead center of either facing and judging by its size had been made for a normal man to carry double handed rather than the much larger lone hand of an Astartes. "Catch. " One marked by chaos or possessed by warp kin shouldn't even be able to grab it, it seemed a fitting enough test.

He was bewildered quite a few times in several seconds. The Armour-less Astartes was beginning to look quite familiar. Second was when a gilded war-hammer was tossed at him, with an order to catch. For a moment he hesitated, unsure if a move made to catch would be taken untoward by the Stormtroopers.

However, Temvero obliged his brother, twisting about with the agility allowed by his lean form, grabbing the handle with one hand, spinning about to transfer momentum, and ending on one knee, placing the Venerable weapon upon the floor. In a moment he had assessed the weapon and its craftsmanship, and found himself unworthy of holding it for long.

"Please, I am not worthy of such a Craft." He stood, bowing to he who would be judge. "I am Temvero Va'Thun. The Heart of flame, Salamanders 5th company. I hereby present myself to you for inspection. I will not resist."

<Feron>
"While I can't entirely judge if you're worthy, I'm not exactly capable of effectively running you through all the same trials after all, I know you're pure, or at least pure enough. Stand down troopers. Braddok thank you for bringing him here, you and your men are dismissed. I'll take over from here. " Stepping over he hunched forward to sweep Skull Splitter from the floor, planting it squarely against his shoulder with the pick arcing just above his skin he extended a free hand to Temvero. "Feron Terosis, Salamander's Second Company. Now then Brother Va'thun, whether you remember me or not I will ask if you at least recall what brought you here to this ship? "