<Amraphel> "Well, 'Shadow Master' , you have answered my question and in return I shall answer yours." Amraphel looked away from the slaaneshi follower and took a look at Sirius, hoping the apothecary hadn't awoken yet. After a long pause, he started talking again:"Truth be told, my chapter doesn't really like me that much and spoken even more plainly the truth is that they wan't me dead, so I decided to become a Blackshield. It's a perfect arrangament, I can wage war at it's finest but am at the same time protected from my chapters wrath. I hope that has answered your question." All the while during the interrogation he looked for anything to help him during his planned escape, any small weapon or other sharp object with which to cut his shackles or anything else that might even be remotely of use. Amraphel was desperate to free himself and to finally dispose of his annoying captor, but not wanting to alert the shadow master to such a plan, he kept his facial expressions free of all emotion. Maybe he should wait until the apothecary awoke, together they might have a much better chance of escape.
"Always the prankster" as he spoke he put his entire mind to work to try and remove the paralisis and then to force carlarth into the same thing
<Coatl> "Thank you for your warm welcome, Chaplain Marmaroth", she replied with a nod. The tech-priest's unblinking cerulean stare looked over the Chaplain as she listened to his words, making a mental note of his grisly trophies (particularly that Magos head) and the fact that he looked more like certain Skitarii legions dressed (the flamboyant fur-feathers-and-fangs wearing ones) - though this only endeared him to the Macahuitlan, whose culture, even if it was pretty much crushed under the heavy industrial gears of the day-to-day life as Forge World workers, was heavily based on sanctification of hunt, native beasts and the taking of trophies. One of the teeth on her necklace was punched out of the mouth of a Macahuitlan Megaocelotl after all, and looking at it still filled her with tribal pride, despite the illogicality of this. "You are... one of the Blood Angels, I assume?", Coatl said after a while, pointing at his wrist. "I do not know much of your kind, Astartes Chaplain, but I know a bolter variant when I see one. Especially one that spites my brethren because it is yet another one whose circumstances are mysterious." The muscles below her right lens twitched slightly, and she shook her head. "Apologies. I attempted to wink. My new eyes may not be recent, but some habits are hard to lose." Pointing at the Skitarius Vanguard (@Xaphen ) who'd shared her cell, she sent a small signal to the man-machine hybrid as she continued speaking in a level but unusally warm tone for one of the "tin men" of the Mechanicus. "I am no pilot, but it is my duty to help, regardless. This place is sacred as a graveyard. A way of aiding you which is immediately present however, would be the upkeep of any servitors at least, and likely Skitarii at most. Though before proper upgrades, this one's radiation - which is entirely by design, I assure you - might be a bit too harmful for my sacred flesh to properly maintain."
Temvero had wandered the hulk for a while now, mapping the place out in his head. Those who also followed the hallways seemed to either shy away from him, or not notice him. He was about to head back to the forge when he heard a roar... or maybe cheering? Either way it intrigued him, so he followed the noise back to its origin: a room filled with people sitting at tables, most with drinks in front of them. A quick look found another Astartes ( @Colapse ) sitting at a Table with a... Sister of Battle ( @Uriel1339 ) Feron sure had a large range of friends in this team. And if Temvero hoped to join them, he would have to prove he was worthy. He took the short walk to the table, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me? May I join you?"
"Many things, lord Marmaroth, many things. I suppose I should not avoid the subject, on the planet when we were picked up, we were presented the choice of bringing the refugees with us or leaving them there. Knowing that we were already low on supplies, I suggested that we only take those fit and young enough to be of use around the ship." "Luckily, I was not in command and Rocky let all come on board. It was a foolish and terrible idea, one that would have damned my soul yet further. My oaths to you and to knighthood would have been broken and forfeit. I thought that I would have saved more lives in the long run, but that is clearly not true as with every ship we reclaim we get more supplies. I am sorry for even presenting the idea and would beg your forgiveness."
-Volorox As Volorox finished repairing and setting up his lair he soon left it closing the door after ducking under the ceiling to enter it. He soon found himself wandering the halls heading towards Entering the mess room he spotted the new sister that they had somehow come by. He was curious and more so of how she got here. As he entered he noticed something else another salamander this one Looking younger then the first two. How? In his mind he said. Where were all these new arrivals coming from. He first though and then began thinking the possibility of a prison. "Ah Gaius good to see you Have you seen our chaplain?" he asked
<The Sister> "Every member of the family is welcome!" The Sororitas exclaimed and stood up, grabbing one more chair from an empty table and placing them for the Salamander. She then returned on her own seat and looked up at the newcomer, smiling.
OOC: Ah fk it. Why he mention you then. #Exhausted #ScrewYou #DOSEPARATETIMELINESTOFIXMYMISTAKE #Edit #OOC: #EditComplete #ThisIsWhyIDontPostRoDNowOrElseItGetsMessy
"Thank you, although I am not quite sure that I will be a part of this Family." He sat, retuning the Sororitas' smile. "My name is Temvero Va'Thun. I was found in the brig by Brother-Chaplain Marmaroth. I still await his... consent, before I can consider myself one of you."
<The Sister> "Everyone fighting in His name is member of Mankinds family. No matter if Astartes, Militarum, Navy or wherever you may hail from. We all are His children, and therefore family through Him." She announced and placed her hand on his shoulder while looking into his eyes. "Name is Renate Walburga Brandt. I myself fought here from day to day, until I heard the call from Father, and moments later I found myself fighting among Marmaroth in the Hangar against the Alien." The female warrior made it clear that she took pride in doing His work, as well as that she was no member of the crew before they landed on this Space Hulk.
