"im on my way, its not best to explain over vox" as he spoke he headed towards the command room "trust me its important"
OOC: Should be either 014 or 015.M42 now. The 20 was a bit far fetched, imo.... But oh well, up to you! <The Apothecary - before Draconion walks in> "Not all Emperor's Children are Slaaneshi Marines. nonetheless I almost feel responsible for him being here, after all... There is quite a lot of chapter history to go back on." He admitted toward Veritas, sighing. But it wasn't an annoyed or disappointed sigh, more one of the 'now I have to be even more careful than I already was' sighs. "What makes it worse is that he is an Apothecary, which means he could be out for me. I will follow you soon, I will just wait until Draconion comes." The Warmasters son said to Veritas, before turning to Gaius. "I thank you, Brother." <Draconion arrives> "Honored Brother Veritas already took care of the duty I required, which was fetching information from Amraphels unconscious body. But there is unfinished business between the two of us." He led the way to a little office to have a private room, he sat down and offered the opposite seat to his Librarian-Salamander-Brother. "I just want to express my sincere emotions toward your actions, back on the Angelfall during the Eldar attack. While I still abide such things to be done easily and readily like you did, it might have been of utter importance that you did so. Especially now, we never know what the Eldar have in their repertoire, when they strike or what they will be up to. But more importantly, I want to let you know that I am here, should you get foreign thoughts. I mean not execution of course, but rather to help you find back to yourself. I might be not as much of a spiritual guide as Marmaroth.... But... I also cannot let him carry the burden of every brother. Should anything concern you, also beyond the medical needs, please know that I am here for you." Throughout his entire 'speech', if one would call it that way, his face remained behind the helmet, but the emotions of each word were honest and mirrored his mood perfectly. OOC: You don't need me so don't tag me!
Draconion listens in polite silence to Sirius right to the very end before replying, which he does with his characteristic formality. "I thank you for your honesty and courtesy, Brother Apothecary. I hear and understand your concerns - moreso than you may realise, for it is, after all, the remit of my vocation as a Librarian to preserve psychic purity. That said, I stand by my training and my own specialist experience in this field. I was trained by the very best and had those skills tested to their very limits in the greatest campaigns of our age. But there - pride is the sin of an Astartes, and I admit to being as prone to it as the next man. I give you my word that, while we must agree to disagree over my methods, should they ever lead to a bad end, then let my head fall beneath the black axe of Marmaroth. The Draconion that is now has no sympathy for his potential fallen self, and he will gladly bow his head to the executioner, should he have so much as an atom of self-will left. As for your offer of counsel, I thank you, and will consider it, should it ever become necessary." Having said his piece, he falls silent, awaiting Sirius' reply before taking his leave.
<The Apothecary> "We are in no place to execute anyone. Not even Marmaroth would go that far, not as long as we are human beings. Everyone has the chance to redeem himself, everyone has the chance to step back into the Emperor's Light and embrace a better live. No man shall fall, especially if I can help it. Should you fall, I will not bury you, but help you up. I have seen the truth about myself, and I am sure that you will too. That you will quickly learn there is more beyond yourself and that there is more to aspire. Certain pride is a sin as you said. And that is why you always must remember your duty. And here our duty is only one. To destroy the Unholy Alliance. Would the Emperor be not on our side or his true Children, then Marmaroth would be different. While I entrust you have a mantle of iron wrapped around your mind, never forget, that when we believe to be the strongest, we might expose ourselves to weaknesses we ignore." The Apothecary rose, figuring that the Librarian wanted to dwell no longer and offered his hand in a handshake, certainly not the way of the Astartes, but it was the way of the Human.
<Chaplain> "Well at this moment, we have managed to clear out three ships in total, making them our base of operations. As for the rest of the Hulk, I understand the need for hunting the enemy down but I don't think many of them survived our initial encounter since their main lairs were around where we are standing now, which we cleared during first couple of weeks. However currently we lack the manpower for thorough search and destroy action, which I just discussed with Brother Feron over here. Small kill-teams should be organized to slowly start spreading the "safe zone" and allow us to open up more bulkheads and increase our held territory." "But I also must remind you that even if you clear some of the adjacent zones, there's still the problem of getting in touch with the Machine Spirits of those ships, kickstarting life-support systems and turning on Gellar field. This is the part where our Techmarine comes in play, however at this moment he is busy with maintaining the current situation as it is, so all of this might be a long term goal. All in all, if you decide to go past the bulkheads and into the unknown, watch out. I don't need to remind you that there are far worse things than Orks lurking in the depths of a Space Hulk, especially during its transition through the Immaterium." OOC yeah, was thinking the same thing however I wanted to give it a bit more room, in case I missed some important event etc "I understand Brother and I am waiting for you to arrive," Marmaroth responded. OOC feel free to arrive with your next post, inside of the Command Room there's Marmaroth, Feron, Satoshi and Temvero, at least at this moment when I'm writing it "Well I'm not entirely sure," Gaius replied honestly, "Since I spent most of my time with the Deathwatch. Also, it goes without saying that you are currently surrounded with friendly people, members of Ordo Xenos. We are led by Watch Commander Marmaroth and once you are feeling up to it, I believe he would like to see you, because your wounds are stabilized now and you are out of woods for now."
comand room "marmoroth there are two things for me to tell you" as tempestus walked in he looked at the ronin "so shin sent someone" as he spoke carlarth walked in behind him "we have a threat on this hulk, i went through amraphels memory there is a emperors children apothicary here, second this is carlarth the person i mentioned finding who would be a problem to deal with" "howdy" as she spoke she bowed slightly "i am glad to meet someone who befreinded litle veritas"
Draconion rises to clasp Sirius' wrist in the warrior's grip. Whether or not he misunderstands the Apothecary's gesture or deliberately chooses to underscore his following words is unclear. "I gave Lord Marmaroth power of life and death over me the day I accepted him as my commander. Until my Chapter Master commands otherwise, my life is his to take or to spare, to spend or to save as he sees fit. Human we are, yes, but Astartes also - of human stock, and yet both less and more than human. We are held to higher standards than other humans, and the punishment for our fall must also be greater, for when we fall, we fall further than ordinary men. Thus I view myself, and all others who share the Emperor's gift."
<The Apothecary> "And that is the mistake you have in mind. The Emperor knows only one currency. Life. It matters not if you are an Ogryn, a Ratling, a Woman, a Man, neither Astartes or Inquisitor. Every man in His eyes have the same value. Marmaroth made me realize that. Each of us are as important and as potential as our Primarchs, but also each of us has the chance to utterly fail and be failures like Hive scum. We are Astartes, yes. But we wield Human Souls. Never forget." He accustomed to his brother and held him in the warrior's grip, obviously in better mood now and letting his friend go if he pleased, he himself stood there, awaiting what Draconion would do. If more words would be exchanged he gladly would do so, if not, then there were other duties for him to take care of.
OOC: Going to take some creative freedom here. Check me if you think I'm going too far @Colapse and I'll edit. "Fair enough," Satoshi shrugged and said to the Chaplain, "Well whenever tech support is ready let them know I'm ready for some kill-team expansion action." Having completely forgot his wants for a personal tent, the Ronin turned and walked towards the hatch of the room. Stopping at the threshold, he said, "Well if you need me Marmaroth, I'll be on guard at one of the busier hatches and longer hallways." With that the Ronin and the Ventus walked out of the meeting room. Arriving at one of the more often attacked entry point into the safe zone, Satoshi could see some stormtroopers with heavy weaponry set up. The blast hatch that closed behind the Ronin was located at the end of a very long and wide hallway, with many other hallways connected along it. Apparently this was one of the more attacked doors leading into the safe zone, as the Salamanders even posted one of their astartes here, though at the moment he was cleaning out his weapon and other maintenance. The immediate hallway in front of them was littered with stray attacker's bodies, though the only thing distinguishable were the greenskins. Still, there were enough room to see a very long distance down the shaft, giving anyone with a sharp enough sight to see well down it. Satoshi began whistling a tone as he nodded to the Stormtroopers and the Salamander, many of whom ignored the Ronin as they kept their eyes peeled on their post. Some of the soldiers recognized the Astartes from the Cantana, and hushed conversations began to accompany pointed stares and covered mouths. If Satoshi had noticed these things however, he ignored them. Setting up on a spot directly in the middle of the defensive lines, he pulled his sniper rifle out and aimed down the sights. Talon flew off his shoulders and went as high as the hallway would allow him. Once up on some rusted and useless pipes he landed, his sharp vision looking high above the bodies and defenses down the hallway. As soon as Satoshi got comfortable, a screech came from Talon, and the Ronin aimed and squeezed the trigger. Way beyond the distance of the longest range stormtrooper defender's weapon, a lone ork boy strolled in from one of the connecting passages, mumbling to himself. "I's otta bash that grot when I's haz da chanz. Ow he's tok mey dekka 'N choppa! The nex tyme I's seez him, I's 'onna-" His soliloquy was cut off as he looked down the hall at the direction of the defenses and a bullet entered his head between his eyes and erupted from the back of his skull, taking off the top. The body swayed stupidly on its feet for a second, and then collapse on to the floor. Satoshi cursed under his breath, "Chaos be damned! I was aiming for the left eye. Oh well, practice makes perfect." Then other screech came from above and another silence shot fired, the tiny, muffled sound chasing the projectile down the hallway.
OOC This is one of the reasons why I "migrated" RP to a Space Hulk, so I could allow everyone to create whatever they wished and use their freedom in doing so So I'm basically alright with whatever you chose to do, create your room\quarters as you see fitting etc. The only thing I'd ask you (not only you personally, but everyone else for that matter) is to have only Orks as your enemy (and occasional lesser daemon is alright), because I don't want any different enemies jumping at us all of a sudden
