<Coatl>

The 'mechanic' arrived a bit after the Vanguard did. Following him was easy for someone who could literally feel the mini-noosphere; the Forge World-born slowed her pace and watched the rusty but void-hardened materials of the walls, ceiling and floor, surveying the ship's state and making a mental map already. When she did catch up with him in the Workshop, lining up with him to stand a good distance apart from the Skitarius, she watched with curious interest as another Forge World soldier appeared from one of the hallways, and immediately began listening in to their conversation. Skitarii speaking was usually either hilariously trite or just trite. But at any rate, with these apparently independent ones, she erred on the side of tech-heresy and curiosity.

Her mind split between binary speech and reality, Coatl bowed to the techmarine. "Salve, frater Astartes. I was told to report to you. My name is Coatl, my designation as follows -" For a microsecond, she paused, sending over ID data that couldn't be put in simple, flesh words. "And I am trained in ritual and maintenance of the sacred machine, both the pure and the... fused ones."

As she finished, she threw a sour look over to the two Skitarii. These wretched creatures were part of her impetus to 'pervert' their faith after all. It wasn't even that she did not share their commandments - no, she observed them all - she just drew a different conclusion.

<The Techmarine>

"I have been working on a hundred and sixty eight things since I landed here, perhaps I have." Angelous snapped somewhat annoyed. "Go ask Servitor Theta-Rep-Seven-Two." He was not in the mood for newcomers screwing around with his new work space, after all one Servitor had an immense memory problem, starting to put stuff back where it was before Angelous made it his new environment. Two times he had to go himself to the hangar already to get some tools, forsaken Hulk probably manipulating them! At least he had yet to show any sort of madness. But his mind was a fortress and nothing would get in anyway.

"Then get to work, just start with the lockers over there, all the weapons of the ships crew are in there and need to be seen after." Angelous instructed harsh, giving no space for friendliness. Who was to expect that anyhow among Scions of Mars?


<The Sister>
She remained silent, listening intent on what they exchange. Would she be a bother or not supposed to hear something, one would ask her gently to leave anyway - or so she thought.

OOC: Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is (cut off by in character post)

BIC: Satoshi Himura stared at the metal ceiling. He does not know why he's doing this.

The Adeptus Astartes opened his eyes to the underside of his transport's roof, but doesn't remember going to sleep. Nor does he remember what had happened to cause him to lay on the floor of this metal room. As his armor flickered on the various sensors picked up no movement or life form around in the adjacent rooms. Strange, he was just on a transport full of troops and passengers heading for the Warp Gate to Jericho Reach. He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes worked properly, and as the locks on his armor disengaged the Ronin got to his feet. That was a mistake.

A headache the size of Ultramar hit Satoshi, almost causing him to drop to his knees and puke in his helmet. Shit, the Ronin thought as he attempted to compose himself. His head hasn't hurt this bad since that hangover he got from that time he feasted with the Space Wolves on Pandora. Emperor-damned Fenrisian Ale. Satoshi gritted his teeth and straightened up to look around the room.

It seemed pretty emptied to begin with. A few cabinets pile in a corner. A door leading out, and his Power Naginata, Mamushi, impaled a wall to his right. The Scout Marine walked over and pulled it out. The blade was as sharp as ever. Satoshi took a few deep breaths, in an effort to stave off the migraine. Out of habit he placed his hand on the space above his left hip, only to find nothing but air. He quickly looked down, and sure enough, his Power Katana was missing. Instantly he forgot the pain in his head. The Astartes frantically looked around the room, and his eyes landed on the pile of cabinets against the wall.

He sprinted over and began to desperately pulled the cabinets apart. After destroying what was left of the storage units, he was rewarded by finding his sword at the bottom. Satoshi quickly picked up Haromi and inspected it. He let out a sigh of relieve when he found that it was undamaged, though there is a new scratch on the shealth. With relief the pain returned and the Astartes sat down against one of the nearby walls and thought about what Master Shin Zhu would say if he had seen his former pupil if the Sword Master could see Satoshi running around frantically searching for his weapon.

"You lack discipline Satoshi," The Sensei's disappointed, yet soft voice echoed in Satoshi's head. "A katana is the soul, the very life force that the Emperor give to every Ronin. We lose our lives long before we lose our swords."

"Yeah well, not all of us are at the 47's level Sensei," Satoshi said unconsciously out loud. He tucked in Haromi on its place on his armor and walked out of the room.

The hallway was a butcher shop of bodies. Corpses of men, mostly guardsmen, laid with their bodies mangled by some unseen force. Several were impaled by the sharp edges that jugged out from the walls on the side. Blood flooded the floor; some of the bodies still bled its fluids into the room. Satoshi sigh. This is why he hates Mondays.

He stepped into the room and half expected a beserker to run out of one of the side rooms screaming the usual "Blood for the Blood God" catch phrase. A few more steps later the chaos marine never showed. Disappointed, Satoshi reached the armory doors. He also hates being stood up. As he flicked the switch on the door to open it, a sharp pain entered his already besieged head and a flood of memory bum rushed his mind.

Alarms were going off and someone was yelling about putting all the power to reverse thrust on the engines. Then a lot of screaming happened, the room he was in shook worse than the world after the fifth pint of Ferisian Ale. Okay, maybe not that bad but still not a fun ride. He stepped into the armory and the first thing he saw was the view outside of its cracked window.

They've crashed into another fucking ship.

Judging by the size of the other space craft outside it was much larger than the transport. The transport had T-Boned the other's mid-section and the whole front of the transport is buried into other damn ship. Satoshi was mildly surprised that there was still life support on the transport. Or maybe his suit's seals were activated. Checking the sensors in his helmet, nope, still life support there.

Something screeched at him from a blind corner of the room and the Ronin spun around, Mamushi in hand. A pair of yellowish-brown eyes stared back at him. For a second they stared at each other, then Satoshi laughed and went into natural guard with his Power Naginata.

"Hey there Talon, your head hurt too?" Satoshi asked. A Raven-Eagle creature flew out of the dark corner and landed on his right shoulder. The Venti pecked Satoshi's helmet, as if chastising him for a stupid question. Despite his greeting, Talon's return began to ease his headache, it was always good to see an old friend. Satoshi scatched the back of the bird of prey's head then looked on the weapon racks. Most of the weapons were damaged or destroyed by the crash, which was fine since they weren't made for Space Marines anyways. However, there was one weapon that might fit him: a Astartes Sniper Rifle.

"How the fuck did some guardsmen transport get their hands on one of these?" He asked out loud, inspecting the weapon. "not to mention a Mark IX Ultra Pattern." Talon pecked him on the helmet again, as if rebuking him for his ungratefulness at the situation. Satoshi waved a hand at the Venti, shooing him. He looked at the space above the fallen rifle. A fake panel hung from the ceiling directly above the weapon. "Ah, so someone was smuggling aboard, well they won't be doing it anymore. I think I deserve a treat." The Ronin thanked the Emperor in a quick prayer, shouldered the rifle with some ammo for it, and headed out with his avian friend.

As they approached one of the easy open emergency blast doors, a few voices floated toward them.

"Stoopid humees, can't even lende on a large shppe like dis."
"Ya, goo' ting we chopped up da rest so dey's can't do dis no more!"
"HAHA CHOP CHOP HUMEE!"

The last of his headache instantly vanished. Satoshi smiled at the greenskin's voice, ignoring that fact that Talon tensed at the voices and gripped his shoulder piece harder. He was looking for a warm up this morning anyways. Now he's found something to stretch out his joints. He front kicked the damaged door, sending the piece of steel sailing at one of the ork boyz outside looting the bodies. Satoshi walked out and saw five orks in front of him. Four ork boys with choppas and one Nob with an even bigger choppa.

Satoshi lifted Mamushi with one hand and pointed it at the Nob, before the orks could say or do anything.

"You'll do."

Talon shot off the Ronin's shoulder straight at the eyes of the nearest ork boy. While Satoshi rushed the Nob, swinging Mamushi, eager for blood. The orks screamed "WAAGGGHH!" and charged the Scout Marine.

OOC: It's been a while since I've rp, please be patient with me. Look forward to another adventure to join ^_^

<Feron>
His already wrinkled brow creased all the heavier hearing this. "If I was a touch younger I might actually be worried right now. " Tucking his bolt pistol away in a chest pocket he let it hang out a touch lopsided. "Suppose contingency plans should be prepared then but, admittedly I don't see the Chaplain dieing anytime soon. Not as long as he keeps appearing in flashes of holy light ehhh? I've got quite the array to pick from, most importantly we have a damned good Captain watching over whatever beast we find ourselves trying to fly. " Smiling warmly down at the woman he sighed. "Thank you for the sentiments Jannika, little bit of reinforcement does wonders even for those like myself. Faith can only go so far some days. " Gazing about the room he took a whiff of the aftermath from both inferno pistols firing. "New weapon works well I hope? "

wrath of shadows
tempestus looked at carlarth "come it is time for you to meet the others" as he spoke his tone was strong but emotional

"fine" as she spoke she stood up and walked over to the dreadnought sitting on top of his right arm and holding onto his coffin "but im not walking"

canteen

tempestus walked into the canteen and saw others in there "now dont cause any trouble" as he spoke carlarth had jumped off his arm and was walking over to the group of marines and the sister of battle.

"hello i am carlarth, it is a pleasure to see other humans here i thought i was alone with orks for a long time" as she spoke she did a small courtesy

<Shadow Master> @DeathKorpsOfKrieg

"Do you want to know? Or do you want me to show it to you? What I hope from a specimen like you?" Oraan answered the question with a question of his own, giving him a choice, but leaving the outcome uncertain.

"Though let me at least tell you, that indeed it is perfection like Slaanesh teaches, I seek. To know all about life... And death. Just like Fabius Bile." He chuckled, walking around the Black Shield.

"Your face was too smooth for a young marine, and your behavior as well as choice of words... You are as old as the Heresy, are you not?" He chuckled louder. "You are a little Fallen Angel of the Rock, the leftovers of Caliban that you and your brethren caused with your treason." The chuckle turned into hilarious laughter.

"You are nothing but a traitor, hiding within the inquisition. Oh what a fine fine servant you would make... But alas... You have another use to me, besides. I already told you I would let you go. And to go back on promises? Now that would make me as much of a scumbag as yourself. Soooo. Do you want me to tell or to show you what I have in mind for you? And.... Since I know your little secret. It shall the last question of mine, answer it and I let you, and your... Friend... Go." Amraphel could almost feel the pleasure that Emperor's Child had just from his voice, obviously he got his 'Pleasure' by other means than just the physical and sadistic taste, but far far more through being in control and charge of things.


<Canteen> Gaius, @Uriel1339 @lord-watchman @BadDo9 @Vulpas

"I see," Gaius nodded at Salamander, "Well at least you are being honest, if not much talkative, trust me, I know these things. That's fine by me and don't worry, I think there's a place for you around here after all."

Seeing Tempestus with yet another newcomer, Howling Griffon smiled, "Where do you people pop out? I thought Space Hulks were only inhabited by Genestealers, not Space Marines, Sisters of Battle, Cog boys and an interestingly looking female," waving over, he took another empty chair and offered it to Carlarth, "A friend of Tempestus, I presume?"


<Jannika> @DeranVendar

"You did an awesome job Feron and you should be happy to know that my baby over here already capped couple of Orkish snouts. I know it's a present but believe it or not, I still haven't found time to give it to him...But hey, at least it's not sitting idle in some random container?"

Seeing that he was about to go, she gave him an honest smile, like a little sister would do to an older brother, "If you ever wanna talk again, I'm there Feron. The Emperor protects."


<Shin Zhu v2, also welcome back bro> @WanderingJester

First Ork fell as Talon ripped its eyes off, alongside chinks of its brain which even the famous Ork resilience couldn't save him from. However, other Greenskins were also eager for blood which was denied to them ever since those people boarded their precious home and burned their lairs, making them hide like dogs around darker parts of the Hulk. So in their eyes, arrival of such prize (who was all alone at the moment, not counting the pesky bird thing) was Gork's (or Mork's) way of rewarding their determination.

Nob's choppa met Satoshi's blade in a shower of sparks, apparently his weapon was also enhanced by a power field. "Wuz dat lil umie?" it laughed at him as the other boys joined in the fray, slashing all around Ronin's armor and taking small chunks of it, ruining the paint job, "You wanted me? Nowz kom an get it! WAAAAAGH!"

In some other place, perhaps it would be easy for him to deal with these rabble, however after experiencing his transport being slammed into an unknown object did take its toil, if only for a bit. Although, he was spared lots of thinking as a number of Stormtroopers burst inside of the corridor and immediately opened fire, killing one of those boys. At the same moment, a figure similarly armored like Satoshi himself flashed almost out of nowhere, eviscerating one boy and decapitating another in a clean swing even Shin himself might have approved. What little could he see, Ronin noticed black armored Marine with the sign of the Inquisition on one of his shoulders and a symbol of a white skull with three red lightning bolts shooting from it at 120-degree angles on another.

OOC feel free to kill the Nob and the last boy before we do introductions

When Gaius Acknowledged him, Temvero felt relief at being understood. He hoped to have a place here. Satisfied, he also turned to look at the other newcomer, who had introduced herself as Carlarth. "Welcome. I am Temvro Va'Thun, Salamanders Chapter. Gaius, if anyone else shows up we may need a bigger table!" He tried his hand at joking with a prospective Battle-Brother.

'oh im more than just an old freind' as her voice touched their minds she smiled 'i was onboard a ship before it was draged into the hulk' as she continued tempestus caughed and she spoke "sorry ive been alone killing orks for the last few years only company i had was the photos of my sister and three younger brothers"

"well i dont need a seet" as the dreadnaught spoke he chuckled "though sadly i no longer have my suply of fenrisien ale for you to try, i am tempestus it is nice to meet a new brother"

<The Sister>

"I may serve under the command of the Witch Hunters and have killed your kin that has gone rogue... But such little mind intrusions, or should I say attempts... Are not enough reason to kill family members of Mankind. I hail to you, but I would feel more comfortable would you primarily use your lips to talk, not your mind. That is a thing that should be reserved for only the most emergency and His eminence of Terra." Renate sound not upset whatsoever, but her smile has disappeared.

OOC:
#NoTagOnCaptivePart
#SiriusIsDedForSure
#GMHasSubtleWays