Picking up two clips of kraken rounds, two frag and two plasma grenades, Draconion makes his way to the shuttle and straps himself in on one of the benches. Ostensibly closing his eyes in meditation with his much-repaired helmet on his lap, he lets his witchsight drift over the new additions to the team.

As Carlarth prepared the shuttle for take off to the planet below, Satoshi's voice flowed into the hanger.

"No, Talon, that's not the way to the shuttle bay. I'm almost positive that's the cantana down there." Talon then appeared out of one of the passages, followed by Satoshi. "Oh, nevermind then." He looked around, scratching his helmet.

Upon seeing Carlarth's transport, the Ronin wandered over and knocked on the side of the hull. "Hello? Is this the ride down to the planetside? Or the moon side? Neither? Both?" He knocked again.

- Rocky and Edd, with Bucky
Rocky was now wearing his new fitted carapace armor, though still preferring to wear his navel cap instead of a protective helmet. Edd had managed to earn a fancy new grenadier gauntlet, now freeing him to also use a slab shield. Now Edd didn't need to know how to throw a grenade and Rocky could feel safer in a fire fight.
"Wot do ya think Rocky? Wanna go ta da moon or da planet?"
"While the moon sounds more inviting, it seems to be more an Astartes kind of mission."
"So we're going ta da desert planet?"
"Looks like it buddy." Edd made a frown, which Rocky noticed and knew why.
"Don't worry Edd, this is different from the Guard. No one's going to leave you behind."
"I don't like sand. Gets everywhere an don't taste good. Can we bring Bucky?"
"No, a desert is no place for a baby Daer."
"He's gotten bigger. Da little kids can ride him now. Sigismund's been teachin' him stuff."
"Is that right? Speaking of which, where is Bucky?" Rocky questioned.
Bucky meanwhile was also in the room, but was walking around the assembled group. Bucky's horns were stating to grown and part into new points. His fangs were still visible, but now that his teeth had full grown his diet had expanded to rodents and leafy foliage.

"No further questions."spoke Zeth monotonously as he gazed at the answering Librarian.He would have the dull expression of a face if not for his engraved death-mask.He nodded in acknowledgement to Rocky and Edd as turned away from the meating,sweeping his voluminous crimson robe.
Attachtment to tertial subjects and possible hostiles gets one distracted...and eventually killed.

Without further ado he walked out of the chamber with a slight bow to Marmaroth and headed to the Armory.If his lips were not sealed to vox-grillie he would smile...for he knew what waited for him.One of the scavenger teams retrieved something very...special.
HUD three-dimensional map was at all times active on his left eye,thus unable to get lost in the venerable Hulk,unless someone is to tamper with his noospheric aura or hard data,which is near to impossible.A small purity seal adorned his waist...and that had a significance.He was once under attack...and he resisted the vile scrapcode,untainted by its vile binary.Blasphemous forces...made digital.

Automatic slab doors opened with a hiss and Melgator greeted the resident Tech-priest in Lingua.After few micro-seconds of shared data,Techpriest nodded and showed him a corner of the armory where a sealed chest lay,purity seals adorned it along with the central Cog Mechanicus.Beneath the Cog lay a augmentative hand prosthesis clutching thunder.Symbol of the Tech-Guard.Zeth nodded back to the Techpriest as the former withdrew his cowl,eyeing up and down the beautiful chest.His left hand around the Cog Mechanicus necklace around his neck,he removed the precious thing,exloading the digi signal into the sealed chest`s frontal sensor.Red beam shone from the Cog Mechanicus`s metal skull eye and beamed green in approval.With a hiss and jets of escaping coolant,a wide yet thin podium emerged,and a venerable weapon was shown.A Transuranic Arqebus,a worthy weapon of a Tech-Guard,especially for a Ranger.The weapon was one of the pinnacle of long-range hand-wilded weapon,perfect for a sharpshooter of Zeth`s skill.It seems long decades in Machine God`s service paid off.

He turned around,sprouting hisses of data to Techpriest and the later nodded.Approaching slowly,the heavily augmented Enginseer eyed the weapon presented with his three bionic,green glowing eyes.Then looking at his Tech-Guard brother and kin.He was obviously impressed with the weapon.Clutching the exaggeratedly long barrel and the rest with his pincer mechadendrites he rose the weapon,weighting it over in his metal hands.

++A venerable weapon,Skitarius #101993.Tell me brother,i have noticed in your noospheric aura an unortodox syntax appearing more then once.Are your data imperatives in place?Who is your Alpha and who administers the sacred protocols?++

Zeth,annoyed by the usually opsessive curiosity of the Techpriest responded:

++Lord Watchman Marmaroth administers the sacred protocols for me now and i select the data-imperatives.My Alpha was terminated on Nunia along with the Archmagos that data-tethered us.My will is now...my own.I serve the Inquisition now.Begin the Ceremony of Comission.Bless me with the weapon,activate its machine spirit!++

Data-screeched Zeth as his right had went lightning fast for his Las Pistol at his holster on his leg but not drawing it.Not even the Techpriest`s augmentative sight could have registered it.Ranger was not joking...he was fed up with the pupeetiring that the Techpriests have done upon him.
With a nod of his head,the choice was clear when brought down to binary logic.

++Fight with this weapon,and guard it from the shame of defeat.
Serve this weapon as you would have fight it for you.++

With a deep bow,Zeth outstreched his hands and accepted the weapon,responding.

++I shall.++

As soon as he took hold of the sacred weapon,Zeth could feel its lust for battle and need for a glorious discharge guided with divine precision of wielders calculations.He did not need prognostication to know he will kill many foes behind the weapon`s scope.

Surrendering the Long-Las that he scavenged from some Guardsmen while he was back on Nunia....fighting for his life through its jungles,Zeth carried the Arqebus (that was almost longer then him) on his back,four clips of thrice-blessed transuranium at his waist,beneath his robe.Two that he received with the weapon,and additional two he received per order of the Lord Watchman.Also on the other side of his belt he carried two plasma grenades,one incendiary and one flashbang.

Boarding on the shuttle,Zeth was already trying to calibrate the weapon by convincing the machine spirit to cooperate on greater efficiency.It was tense...and then he stopped,cut short by seeing Librarian Draconion sitting in one of the seats,his helmet at his lap,his eyes closed.Zeth mused for a moment,calculating the level of precision he has hypothesized back in the meeting chamber vs. psykers prognostication.If 33% of what he hypothesized turns to be true,he would be more precise,giving more pre-seen data by observation and compiling of obscure data.

Zeth boarded the shuttle,his bi-fingered metal legs clanking on its deck,not greeting the Librarian.Ranger would not like someone to interrupting him during his aiming and battle-calculation,thus he shall not disturb with...whatever Librarian is doing.

OOC:Feast yer eyes upon the glorious Transuranic Arqebus wielded in battle.Melgator Zeth looks very similiar to the Skitarius on the right (the robed one with the cowl on) just in red.Both of `em wield Arqebuses.




OOC2:Will the traits be given for Nunia mission? :3

Amraphel could only smile about such foolishness, but the smile crossing his lips had a deadly touch to it.
Some time later, he opened a private vox channel to the disrespectful mortal:"Never forget that if you look into the abyss the abyss in turn stares back at you. Be more careful with your actions, or suffer the consequences."
That being said, he just cut the vox link, ending the conversation.

"Well i was thinking of setting the auto pilot to fly into the sun" as she spoke she chuckled in the same manner the dreadnaught had in the breifing "we head for the planet young ronin"

"If only that were the case" as carlarth spoke she did not care if he heard her her mind already going through plans for pranks to play on the black sheild

"Id rather you left the dear on the hulk" as the dreadnaught apeared from behind the two of them he continued to the shuttle "the planet may be too warm for him"

Satoshi grinned as he climbed aboard and sat down. "Well at least I'll get a nice tan if that happens." He waited for the transport to take off, headed down to planet side so that the mission may began.

Temvero followed the crowd, grabbing two Kraken clips, two Kraks, a frag and an Incendiary. Having done that, he walked down to the hanger, almost getting lost until he spotted Sato. Following him, the salamander paused by the gate to the transport. "Sato, Carlarth, I look forward to working with you?" He asked, climbing into the ship. "I'll do my best to keep us all alive." He spoke with a tired voice, the loss of his squad still weighing heavy upon him. With that, he sat down and awaited the rest of his team.

Satoshi laughed, "Was that a question, brother Salamander? I'm sure it'll be a pleasure. Don't worry about us keeping our lives, we should worry about the traitors losing theirs!" Talon, on Satoshi's shoulder still, winked at Temvero from his perch.

"trust me it wont be a pleasure, as il vent the atmosphere on the way there" as she spoke tempestus climbed in

"no jokes dear carlarth, they wont get your sense of humour" with that he looked at the team so far "an questions any of you have for me before we set off"