Slowly and silently amraphel entered the apthecarion. He got there just in time to see the fenrisian barbarian falling down. A sight which he, with amusement thought, made his participation altready worth it. "Better doing it this way amraphels voice could be heard from the shadows, for his kind only seldom listens to reason. I wonder what he will do when he weak up, scream like a beast struck down by a sword or yell like a trunken guardsman. But I didn't come here for amusement only. Apothecary I need to discuss a medical mattet with you, in private."
<AFTER Draconion-Steinar business> OOC: missed ya post, sorry mate. But that happens if you do edit instead of new post!!!! And it' aint a hospital, it's just the med-bay! The newcomer in the med-bay was put at 'hold' by a Servitor. He could observe a Space Wolf being carried away by three servitors, the Astartes was giant even for Astartes dimensions. Sirius Jules came forth from a privatized makeshift room via curtains. Having received the news that 'some random' man wanted to see him, he had lowest priority. But given nothing else was to be done now, since the Servitors would start with Steinar, he would give him a spare minute. "Sirius Jules is the name, Master of the Apothecarion of the Angelfall, Former Apothecary of the Sons of Guilliman, seconded to the Deathwatch. What can I do for you?" He crossed his arms and looked after where Steinar was brought to to make sure he was brought indeed to the OR.
"And how do you find the enemy? Is there anything special about them or are they just another cult to be squashed?" the man inquired further, watching the delicate tattoos on Dorallius's frame. "Ugh, that must have hurt," Chaplain chuckled, imagining the scene. "I'm not sure I can promise you with slaying another Daemon Prince, but I know I can at least give you the opportunity of slaying heretics and aliens alike. Just like the old times, eh?"
"Well if it wasnt for a bet i wouldnt have done it" as he spoke he chuckled then placed his force blade tip on the ground "i would bow and swear aligence like old times but im not sure i can anymore" with that his serfs returned to take his spare weapons from the thunder hawk "i am sorry i couldnt arive sooner as i got a report from titan that philitities was enrombed in dreadnaught armor just before i got a vox from him saying he was heading to you"
Beerle first flashed one of his many symbols of the Inquisition. Not that it gave him any authority, but it cleared up simpler questions. He did not want to scare off any of the weak so he had wore his 'Terror'. Masking his negative energy. "Hello Sirius, I am Gaylord Beerle, Acolyte to Inquisitor Manner Aspin. You might of heard of his recent betrayal? I do not wish to disturb your work, but I would like to speak to some of the others who had made it back alive from the planet." Beerle paused cleared his throat. The masks vox caster was of an older design, so he would have to speak up loud and clearly. "I have full permission from the Chaplin to investigate this manner, so I hope this does not provides any inconveniences to yourself."
"Well they seem to have far reaching tendrils, since they had the power to ifiltrate this team, and pose as rather high end members of our good Imperium, so this is not some small localised cult, this is something that would normally be worked on by the Mythos Angelica Mortis, so not to be vainglorius, but the exact kind of work my chapter specialises in." Dorallius said. (The tatoos are simply dates, and place where the scar was recieved )
<Sirius Jules - Med Bay> "No. I was not deployed and was not informed yet. I am too busy keeping the wounded alive. I suggest you talk to Draconion, he is the Librarian over there." He pointed at the curtain-room from where Sirius emerged earlier. "Everyone else is conscious save for the Space Wolf, Dorallius, the Chaplain went perhaps to investigate his armor. He mumbled something about it. Sister Jean I believe is still on the med-bay, but I am not sure." The Apothecary crossed his arms. He would comply no question, but go figure how long the narcotics would keep Steinar in check...
Human or marine, the mechanium were the same it seemed: Obsessed with machines, see normal people as more of a distraction than anything else. None the less, he went over and had a look at what was on the wall Angelous had pointed to. Some type of circular buffer caught his eye and he began the buisness of removing the blemishes from his armour. Much quicker than by hand the deed was done, armour once again gleeming with light. Honestly though, he had almost wished to speak with one of other squadmates, but Angelous was too busy it seems. "Sorry to disturb you once again, have seen a very large marine around? Furs, big teeth, extremely aggressive and childish?"
"I assume you talk about Steinar Greywold? He took his arm and the one of Draconion, headed over to the Med-Bay. What affair do you have with him?" Obviously interested he turned around and stared on the Human, his helmets lenses glowing in a bright light. OOC: In case ppl don't know, this ain't metagaming cuz it might be about my char, but rather as @Colapse and @DeranVendar at least know that Angelous knew Thain.
"It's a long story, the short version is that he threatened to eat my horse, I said that many orks had tried and failed. Our argument escalated until the entire strike force got involved and we eventually agreed on a race to settle things." He sighed deeply, then realized exactly what the techmarine had said: "You said he took his own arm? And Draconians? Are they in that bad shape?"
