At a time, when most of the crew was asleep and the only ones awake were servitors and a few tired guards a very old and neglected looking small freighters began to dock in one of the cargo hangars.
The ship looked dirty and ragged and seemed to lack any weaponery. What nobody knew, and no one except a experienced tech adept could discover, the ship was shrouded by an ancient dampening field which protected it from all known kinds of imperial sensors. Carefully hidden behind retractable adamantium plates, were the ships weapons, which seemed formidable for a ship of such small size. The ship extended its landing gears and with a loud noise, touched down on the hangars floor.
Slowly a ramp reversed from the back of the ship. The pistons controlling the ramp released a bit of smoke, shrouding the person now setting foot aboard the angelfall. When the smoke cleared, it became apparent that the person was an astartes warrior. His ancient looking mark2 armour was covered with bone white robes. He wore no heraldly that told of him belonging to any chapter. Tied to his waist with iron chains, he was armed with a power sword and a plasma pistol. With small determined steps, he walked towards the chaplain.....

"I sincerely hope so, brother Volorox. For others that you are serving with, we have couple of Imperials and few Deathwatch Marines - two Salamanders, an Exoriator and a Space Wolf, alongside ship's Techmarine and Apothecary. I hope you will get along with them just nicely. They are however in the Apothecarion at this moment, trying to recover after the last mission, but hopefully you'll meet them eventually. You can take the dataslate from the Commissar over there with the information about your quarters and places of interest. I have yet to prepare for the briefing so it will take time before it starts. In the meantime, enjoy your stay," the Chaplain was ever a friendly person (until you anger him that is), having no trouble to inform this new addition to his team with everything he needed to know.

OOC this is a mistake I also did numerous of times and I laugh every time when I see it, sorry! Hanger is shit where you hang your clothes, the word you wanted was hangar

Commissar sighed, once again somewhat annoyed by his Master's choices. Somewhat annoyed but not surprised. There were couple of servitors behind him that he ordered to take Beerle's gear to his quarters, standard protocol and all, but he did make a mental note of just what kind of a person this Agent was.

However, couple of nearby Stormtroopers aimed their hellguns on Beerle the moment he yelled and pointed his finger at their Lord, however Marmaroth eased them with a wave of his hand, nodding to the newcomer.

"Agent Beerle I assume?" he asked in his casual tone, even smiling a bit. "You are right on time. Tell me, how may I help you?"

Even before the Commissar saw the arrival, the Chaplain was aware of a new presence aboard his ship. The man who walked towards him was a mystery into its own, but not much of it surprised the Flesh Tearer, given the fact his own personal experience was quite....interesting. In any event, he waited for the man to make the first move, content on watching his vessel.

OOC feel free to look at this event as it happened in different instances of time, so you don't have to wait for me to reply to others before I reply to you

"Seems you are not so much into showing off your scars? The advantage of being a Battle Sister, where you actually care little, as long as the furnace of the Emperor's Will burns in your hearts." Sirius commented with a slight chuckle, looking at the hand after taking a skin sample which would be the base for the rejuvenation and the DNA sample for the hair.

"Bionic fingers I fear. The best thing I can do is to coat them in skin so they may look realistic, though you still won't have any feeling in them and they will be machine-cold when one would touch them. Let me guess. Las Weapon?" There was no question, the instant cauterizing on Non-Astartes and the fact given they marched against heretical forces, what else would cause such wound? She can be glad, else she might have gotten an infection.

"While I understand to dislike bionic parts, given I lost my natural eye back on Armageddon a little more than decade ago, always remember that the Emperor cares little what your body is made off, as long as your mind is loyal to him. Elsewise, he would have not made an alliance with the Priesthood of Mars."

"Relax. It's in the Armoury, but we are from the Deathwatch. No repairs until the owner agrees. We are more than aware that certain pieces could be artifacts among your chapter." Sirius replied, rolling his eyes within the helmet. "Now let me ask again. Your progenoid glands seem ready to harvest, may I have your medical clearance to remove them?"

"yes, if my prognoids are ready for harvesting, please do, excuse my consern for my armour, but as you might have seen, it is rather different from the looks of other chapters," Dorallius said, as he then laid back down.

"I am no Techmarine and in all honesty, I care little for armors. I care about mine, that is as far as my interest goes. Though tell me, what brought you here, Dorallius? Glory? Penitence? A personal crusade?" The Apothecary inquired while readying his Narthecium.

"And given that you feel you must endure the pain, I can certainly imagine you do not want narcotics?"

"i am here to represent my chapter, and gain glory in its name brother. what is your reason? And i rather indure the pain than have it dulled."
He said, his voice more calm, but still stern and precise.

"Of course you do." Sirius said with little to no emotion as he put the Narthecium on the neck and just started to drill right above the Progenoid Gland.

"I am here for multiple reasons. Number one. The Long-Watch. Number Two. I owe Marmaroth. Number Three. An oath I swore before my Chapter Master." The Apothecarys tool made through the thick bone of the sturdy Excoriator.

OOC: Sorry for the late post, didn't realize the mission ended. Apologies for any issues, sleep hasn't liked me. Could this happen after the Lord and Watchman boarded?

Another figure stepped out of the thunder, wearing dark black armor, holding his helmet to his side. As he walked closer, a large blade sticking out of the center of his head, the base of the blade covered by the black hair, was visible, as well as his insignia, showing that a Black Dragon was onboard. When he stepped off, he stood behind soldier in the Death Watch armor.

The new arrvial walked towards the chaplain and asked:"You are the one who summoned me here?" To himself amraphel thought that this mission, what ever it might be, perfectly suited is own secret needs. "What is our Goal, Chaplain?" , he immeadiately asked the chaplain with a deep plain voice, bare of any emotion, indicating he had no interest in formalities. He pressed a button on ancient looking dataslate and the old ship started it's undocking process. "Don't worry Chaplain, my ships machine spirit will steer it to a safe location; I have no need of it during the Mission and I dont want a few over excited techpriests to take it apart."

during the time that marmorath waited to greet the other newcomers tempestus stood with him as his serfs took his items to be put in the armory he spoke with the chaplin about their old team and misions
"Why are there always secrets" as he spoke the dreadnaught chuckled slightly as he watched the others introduce themselves to the chaplin "though i shouldnt coment to much as if i remember from our misions my secrets nearly cost us a lot" with that the dreadnaught looked at the newcomer with the cloak "what chapter do you hail"