After finishing the Rite of Activation,Ranger ose from kneeling and servitor ignited,listening to Zeth`s blurts of static,responding: "Compliance." As the rad cleanser servitor worked on Vanguard Alpha,Ranger turned his head sharply to the Techpriest that decided now to speak to him. "I am activating this rad-cleanser servitor to stop the ever-rising Alpha`s rad levels from killing everyone in the vicinity of this Armory.Also,we are using this servitor with the blessings of the Frater,but since Alpha`s vox-caster is malfunctioning i have to activate the servitor."spoke Ranger in few seconds,as a strong dosage of sarcasm floated in his words,highly rare,and very possibly quite worrying in some circles of the Cult. "A skitarii officer takes precedence over all other priorities.Surely a Vanguard Alpha is more useful then a dozen of Lasguns and...autoguns."spoke Zeth with some scorn in his voice as he watched a autogun lying on the table. "With Fraters premission,maybe not you will be able to assist him,Adept."spoke Ranger as he turned to Vanguard observing servitors work,nodding in acknowledgement to Sigismund as he entered the Armory. OOC:Reminders; @Xaphen @Casavay @Uriel1339 @Colapse - give us...or just me a mission...or smth!Something to explore/obtain/eliminate in a dangerous/unexplored territory.None wants to be stuck in a rad-fested Armory with a high-attitude Enginseer and a Techmarine with a severe case of coma.
<Somewhere In the Hulk Sumps - Earlier On> As he pushes deeper into the bowels of the Hulk, Draconion feels an odd sensation creep up on him. Flashes of base needs - primitive drives like hunger, wariness, apprehension and reflexive ferocity flash across his mind with the suddenness and starkness of lightning, there one moment and gone the next, all overlaid by the overpowering need to breathe. A particularly sharp sensory spike causes him to stagger against the wall as the sensations crystallise, gaining in nuance and complexity. The inexpressible relief of air flooding collapsed, wet lungs for the very first time courses through his nerves, followed immediately thereafter by predatory curiosity, turning to reflexive territorial aggression as an alien-yet-familiar scent carries to his nostrils on the foetid air of the sumps. A sense of scrabbling out of moist, broken shells and down impossibly tight, rusted pipes follows, impressions stabbing into his brain with increasing frequency until he finally experiences the thoroughly disorienting phenomenon of simultaneously seeing through two pairs of eyes, each located in completely different places. No...not merely seeing, but perceiving with two entire sets of senses - the five of the material world plus the uncanny senses of the immaterial. Transfixed in place by sensory overload, he feels his host scrabble through drainage pipes, a primitive,all-consuming territorial wrath burning in its breast as it tracks a living scent through the depths of the sumps, peering at the same time into the Warp to glimpse its blazing soulfire through solid steel walls. Whatever the thing is, it is seized with a primal need to confront the intruder into its territory and drive it away, or else rend it to bloody chunks, roast it with heartfire and consume the remains... Heartfire? A scrabbling and snarling erupts from a nearby vent, deafening in the silence of the sumps. Blindsided by yet more unwelcome sensory stimuli, Draconion responds just in time to glance up into a pair of burning eyes that stare into his - and seeing through both sets of eyes at the same time - as they explode from the vent, accompanied by a tiny pair of jaws that clamps down onto his nose while four sets of clawed feet rake at his onyx flesh. Staggering back against the walls of the pipe in utter shock, he clamps his hands about the scaly body attached to said jaws and eyes - in all, no larger than a domesticated cat - and, as gingerly as he can, prizes the enraged creature off his swollen and bleeding nose while avoiding swipes of its claws and its two webbed wings, tipped with sharp dewclaws. "Unbelievable," he murmurs, peering at the thing in awe and wonderment as realisation slowly creeps upon him as to what the creature truly is. Before he can wonder further, he feels the creature's body grow searing hot to the touch - even through his ceramite gauntlets. Reflexively, he flings it aside while diving in the opposite direction, almost too late to avoid a searing jet of white-hot plasma that leaves a whitened scorch mark on the flame-resistant flesh of his left cheek. "Vulkan's oath!" he swears as the little beast strikes the far wall and clings there with all four claws, spreading its wings and hissing at him, thrusting its head forward to show off the armoured crest of bone that frames its face like the crowned helm of a conqueror. Before the standoff can continue, however, a heavy sense of foreboding and imminent danger rolls over him. His dance partner very obviously senses the same thing, as it immediately ignores him and swivels its head left and right, hissing and glowing in the dark as it gathers its heartfires for a much more dangerous battle. "Aye, little one, I sense them too," murmurs Draconion, attuning himself to his witchsight and reaching out to contact the drakeling's mind, "And I can tell you like the minions of Ruin about as much as I do. Shall we postpone our dance till this is all over?" As his twin swords clear their scabbards, he feels a brief brush of affirmation from the dragonbreed's mind - animalistic and devoid of language, but filled with comprehension and the beginnings of a ferocious intelligence - just in time before the shrieks of the first daemons and spawn resound from both ends of the sewer tunnel... <Some Time Later> Draconion emerges into the section of the Hulk claimed by the team, splattered with sewage of varying vintages as well as daemon ichor of a decidedly recent vintage. The fight against the daemons and Chaos spawn in the sumps had been gruelling, but by dint of skill and luck, he had managed to avoid serious injury and purge his immediate vicinity of the touch of Ruin...with a little help from his newfound friend, now trotting alongside him and gnawing at the severed arm of a Bloodletter. Securing the inner hatch behind himself - the third of such barriers - Draconion produces some lead solder from his belt pouches and, with the aid of a multipurpose burner and his telekinetic powers, traces an intricate hexagrammatic ward over the hatch, making a mental note to come back later to reinforce such wards on all three hatches with electrum and adamantium. Making his way to the forge, he seats himself down with a sigh of relief, feeling almost as worn down as he had immediately after challenging the might of the Ork gods. He eyes his strange new companion as the little drakeling hops up onto furniture, feeling more than a little trepidation as it pauses to paw at some delicate tools and sniff curiously at them. A look passes between the two of them and an instinctive understanding reached before - with what could only be a look of insufferable smugness and insolence - the creature turns its back on Draconion to leap to the top of a tall metal cabinet with a beat of its wings, settling there to curl protectively around its meal for a nap. "Who are you and how did you come to be here?" murmurs Draconion, turning his gaze to the fragments of eggshell he found down in the sumps. Whole, the egg would have just about fit inside an ordinary footlocker. Its shell, though thin, is incredibly hard and dense, of the consistency of extremely smooth stone, but with far greater tensile strength than any earthborn mineral, speckled with random and interesting patterns and textures like a true rock formation. <The Present> Before he can ponder his new find much further, a medical servitor rolls into his forgespace, announcing summons to the Apothecarium. Putting his acquisition in a locked cabinet, Draconion tosses a glance at the soundly sleeping drakeling - as-yet unnnamed - before hastening to lend his aid. His relationship with the Apothecary Sirius Jules could not as yet be described as anything approaching warm, but, ever since the man's mysterious personality change, he had found it simple enough to relate to him with professional courtesy and was happy to keep things that way. "Apothecary, Ancient One" he says with a nod of greeting to both men as he clears the threshold of the area set aside for medicae purposes, "How may I assist you?" As he speaks, he finds his gaze creeping towards the unconscious figure of Amraphel, laid out on a slab and looking much-abused.
Satoshi and Talon walked into the room and sees another Salamander plus the Chaplain from before. Satoshi waved a greeting at both. "Yes sir! That sandwich was A-OKAY!" The Ronin used one hand to make a thumbs up sign to Marmaroth while using the other hand to make an ok sign (index finger and thumb curled so the tips are touching and the other three fingers extended straight out). "Ok, I feel like a broken vox recorder now, but seeing as you're the big man in charge, I'll ask again. Is this or is this not a secret annual Imperial Space Hulk camp out convention? And if so why have I never been invited before??? Because no one else will answer to me why everyone else is here, and I've already told everyone how and why I got on board. My new friend here," he gestures at Temvero, "just said something about being sealed off. Now what in the Emperor's name is going on here? Do I or Do I not get my own tent???" At Feron's response, the Ronin took the Salamander's hands and shook it, "Pleased to meet you as well brother. Oh... I get it. Is this place a new Salamander base? If so, I have a lot of suggestions on how to make it look more... Salamander-y. First we're going to need green paint. Lots of green paint." At Feron's comments on his armor, Satoshi looked at his own armor and shrugged, "Oh this old thing? It's just a regular Mark VII with some plates added on to it, so a regular Edo Mark VII I guess. But thanks, I guess?" Satoshi didn't know what to say to Temvore's comments, so he just shrugged and waited for Marmaroth to reply. Talon, curious since he only saw one of the new Astartes briefly before, studied the Marmaroth and Feron with a keen eye.
<Feron> "If only that were the case Brother, unfortunately an open invitation Salamander styled camp out isn't our reason for being here. Though I'll be sure to pass on decorating tips to our Master of the Forge. " Grinning warmly he turned back to face Marmaroth, marching himself back to the holo-projector. "As for our true reason for being here, well that would best fall into the Lord Chaplain's court of explanation. " Facing both Temvero and Satoshi once more he crossed his arms, own armor quite plain despite his proclaimed rank, beyond the standard scars that one would find on any Astartes the only real mark of note was a pair of ashen gray marks that ran parallel to each other between his left eye and ear cutting right over from lower jaw to scalp.
OOC: I called the deer harmless... not you. What comment are you speaking of? "Brother-Chaplain Marmaroth, I am confused as well. For what reason have you sealed us in? I have seen the bulkheads as I explored, and they were quite certainly made for keeping us in... or something out. Brother Feron has already told me of your... situation. I stand by my word to stay, but I must ask to be told the whole story." Temvero stated plainly, although he was still unsure of how he was seen in the Flesh Tearer's eyes. Turning to Satoshi, He smiled. "And Sato deserves to hear it as well." @WanderingJester @Colapse @DeranVendar
"Marmoroth where are you" as tempestus spoke into his vox unit he hoped the chaplin was listening "we have a problem"
<Chaplain> @DeranVendar @WanderingJester @BadDo9 "Indeed, you are right Brother Temvero, the situation must be explained to everyone before we proceed," the Chaplain nodded in agreement. "For the last ten years as a Watch Commander I've been in charge of a special strikeforce within Ordo Xenos that is focused on hunting down and destroying one particular organization known as Unholy Alliance. It is basically a conglomerate of aliens, heretics and traitors within that have one singular goal which is the destruction of His Holy Imperium. I have lost many good men during the hunt which eventually led me to this point. After a delicate plot and a trap that our enemy sprang for us, me and my men have been declared traitors and renegades by a part of the Inquisition, keen on silencing our mouths forever and stopping us from achieving our goals and succeeding in the defense of the Emperor's Realms." "Not accepting their judgement, we threw their chains and continued with our task, although now hunted by the Imperium we are still sworn to protect, going after those in charge of the Unholy Alliance and putting the stop to it once and for all. At this moment, we boarded this Hulk and took it as our home and base of operations from which we are able to move unseen and strike from the shadows, in way our enemy would not be able to figure out our movement before it's too late." "Of course, any association with us is bound to have you branded as heretics yourself, no matter how just our goal is so I offer you a chance of willingly joining us or not, in which case we will drop you off at the nearest habitable system so you can find your own way back. However, if you Brother Temvero say that you wish to stay, than it only leaves me with asking that question to you, Brother Ronin," Marmaroth turned his golden gaze towards Sato. "Shin was a close friend, however I would not call upon his honor here to sway you around. The choice is yours Satoshi, and know that whatever you chose, warriors from Edo will always be my brothers." Hearing @lord-watchman Temepstus's words, the Chaplain replied while waiting for an answer. "I'm in our new Command room. What's the problem?" <Armory> @High_Adept_Zeth OOC the armory is atm stacked with all sorts of crates, junk and other shit found around the Hulk, feel free to go in and find your new item or if you don't wish to do it like that, feel free to go out and do it your way, I don't mind.
<Coatl> "Do I hear disdain for these armaments, Skitarius?", Coatl asked. "Do I hear judgement? Maybe you have forgotten your place in the Mechanicus religion. You are not to have personality. What are you but an example that I am right? That the unconquerable human purity of spirit will always persevere, no matter how many bits and pieces you cut off yourself." Shaking her head softly to put an end to this tangent, she nodded towards the weapons. "These need fixing because real humans must defend themselves. You are defanging a valuable asset. In fact, you two ought to be in storage and not running around." The adventurer returned to her own work, and chose not to fight with a meat puppet.
Satoshi thought for a second, "Well I've got nothing better to do, and even if you drop me off now the High Lords over on Terra will probably have already branded me as a heretic and will kill me and roast spit Talon over here. So as long as you keep the free sandwiches coming you've got yourself stuck with another Ronin and his Ventus I suppose." Talon screeched and placed one wing over his chest, signifying his allegiance to the Chaplain. Satoshi continued, "I will however, really would like to have access to the rest of this thing that we now call home. Temvero and I would like to capture some orks to go skit shooting with them outside the hulk." The Ronin gestured at the other Salamander (@BadDo9), then inspected the Chaplain as well as Feron (@DeranVendar). "Well I don't really see any weapon on you Chaplain but if you want to grab a bolter and join us you're more than welcome to. I'm sure it'll be a good time for everyone!" Satoshi laughed.
Vulpin- Feeling tired it seems its been 3 years since my ship crashed if it truly has been that long. He had been likely thought dead or missing and his comrades and men's family's would likely need to be informed when he had the chance. He had a few names still left in his retinue least in his coat. "Feeling a bit tired but alive and ready to do the Emperors work." he said as he began to get up. "A few Bruises and old wounds likely need to be re seen from my time here." he said laying his had back. "So what has been the latest things happening in the Imperium anything New that I should know about?" he asked putting a hand on his head.
