@Maleth "Names Jarrick Cruciable of the Cadian 145th and I will be the teams med- I mean one of the ones joining you at the hotel on our vacation likely will be stationed with this group till the vacations over, If you or anyone else gets injured I will usually be near to help for most things." Jarrick said, a part of his first sentence sounded almost robotic until he realized he just started vacation. "So know anyone else here?" He asked before looking over to the rest of the people in the Chimera.
Sitting back in his seat, Albert simply sat around and smoked on the Chimera. He only stopped to either cast a quick glance at the other passengers or to spit out a spent lho-stick and light a new one, stamping on the butt of the old one to put it out. His outfit, meant for extreme cold more than anything else, did nothing for the Valhallan other than make him uncomfortably hot on the Chimera. " 'Join the Imperial Guard' they said. 'It'll be great fun' they said." He mumbled before taking off his hat and stuffing it in his pocket to make the heat marginally less unbearable.
@High_Adept_Zeth The Kriegswoman nodded and spoke up through the Vox again. "Yes; it's a rainy part of the continent; may end up being torrential, might only be drizzle. At this part of the day, we aren't sure yet." She spoke out. The Chimera turned ever so slightly more to the side as they drove alongside the cliff, revealing more of the city's beauty - tall buildings that glimmered in the sunlight and holy statues of Saints; the city itself perhaps was as wide as a Hive City was! All of it made to look as beautiful as humanly possible & then some. In front of it was what looked to be a large bridge, perhaps two to three miles in length; two statues of Guardsmen stood at either side, each acting as towers for the suspenders to attach to. Even from this distance, one could see the beautiful artistry that was put into the statues, even seeing how they were given wrinkles on the uniform and dents in the flak armour, the beaming smile in the faces... Truly, truly beautiful work in the Emperor's name. "You all should have your own personal rooms; and given a total of five hundred Imperial Thrones to your name on top of your earned wage of the tour that you have done, making it a total of eight hundred and twenty five Thrones." She spoke out, before going on. "This may be used in what manner you see fit; however you may not use it for illegal activities such as drug-funding, or black markets should such things exist. Furthermore, you may not cause disruption in the streets; by midnight it is your duty to the Astra Militarum to return to your room,unless given permission by a superior officer to remain out." @matt23 The Astartes followed Jackson toward their own Valkyrie, from which within the man sat himself down and sighed. "You know of why we brought you here, Templars; we have a situation brewing at the Embassy. We have a squadron of Ultramarines awaiting our arrival, as well as two other Space Marine representative squadrons; it's admittedly, mostly a formality," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, rubbing at his throat with his left hand. "For the most part, it is you and the Ultramarines who will be discussing along with I and the other generals; our... 'visitors' have told us of a force that we must deal with in the near future. It's why we have asked for your presence here, for advice; and if needs be, your aid in whatever battle might actually be coming."
@Vlayden Gillian followed closely behind his Captain as they entered the Valkyrie. As he was not comfortable sitting, Gillian found a handle and gripped tightly. He then began to listen as the General began to speak about the reasoning behind the large gathering. Not one to usually stay quiet, Gillian spoke up in his deep voice, "Gathering of such size, is many things Governor-General, but formality is not one of them. I must also point out, with all due respect to yourself and my Brother-Captain here, that a gathering of so many important command personnel into one place almost shows complacency. If the foe of which you speak is so great, then we have done much of the work for them gathering our leaders into one place." Gillian then lowered his head slightly, as if bowing, and continued, "I of course only speak in such a manor to protect the command structure upon which this future battle shall rely heavily on."
As he was conversing with the commissar, Gabriel noticed one of the Chimeras passengers stamp out a lho-stick. The one responsible quickly lit up a new one and it was then that Gabriel broke away from his conversation. He leaned toward the one with the lho-stick and motioned for him to lean forward. Regardless of whether or not the one smoking would, Gabriel takes the time to speak. " That's a real nasty habit you got there. " Whether or not he intimidated or amused the other man was of no consequence to Gabriel. As soon as he was done, he'd lean back in his seat slowly and return to conversing with Torgard. " What have you been up to since Mendus, Torgard? " Gabriel, now relaxed, patiently awaited a response. He hadn't seen his friend in a very, very long time. In addition to meeting an old friend, news of some additional pay and what awaited them all was enough to put the scion in good spirits. A short period of rest would be good before returning to the rigors and terrors awaiting them all in the wider galaxy.
The Governor gave a nod and sighed - a noise of great irritation and frustration. "I know. And the other chapters have said so as well; but we're a minority, five voices amongst two dozen. The others have said we shall bring ourselves today, and they have me by the figurative balls; by the Emperor, if I didn't value my career, I'd give them an earful." "Alas, all we can do is hope nothing ill comes of this. Though for now, merely the Captains shall join us; the rest of you shall remain outside for the time being; just in case everyone is ambushed, there'd be somebody to tell the damned world of what warning we have."
@Aedric Seeing the Scion gesturing for him to lean forward out of the corner of his eye just as he was about to go for a drag on the lho-stick, Albert obliged and leant forward to hear what the man had to say. " That's a real nasty habit you got there. " He watched the Scion lean back and continue with whatever conversation he was having with the Commissar. Albert, holding back a smile, took a drag before flicking the still smouldering ash from the lho-stick on the Scion's boot. "Nah, this stuff'll turn you into an Emperor damned sexual Diablodon..." He leant back, taking another drag on his lho-stick and blowing the smoke in the man's direction, "Just like me." He replied, a smug grin finally spreading across his while he still held the lho-stick between his teeth.
@Aedric @Jammysod Stepping into the Chimera, already enjoying the return of his comrade in arms, Commissar Torgard would take a seat within the transport, strapping himself in, as he felt the vehicle rumble off down the roads, leading towards the city. As the others took in the sights, Brom would feel himself relax slightly, having already seen everything they would be witnessing for the first time. As he spoke with Gabriel, he'd pause in conversation with the Scion, to remove his rebreather, figuring their position secure enough, and his reflexes fast enough, to get it back on if danger arose. As he stowed away the item into one of his jacket pockets, he'd catch the exchange between Gabriel and this Valhallan before him, an eyebrow raising as he placed his cap back atop his head. Looking directly towards the audacious actions of the soldier, he'd quickly glance over his uniform, before settling down on the rank insignia upon it. Staring towards the man with a gaze of iron, he'd speak with a tone both calm, yet filled with menace. "Lock it down corporal. I don't know the minute methods of the Valhallan chain of command, but disrespecting a superior officer will not fly in my presence." His gaze turning back towards lit Iho-stick now in the maw of the man, his eyes would narrow, as he'd continue. "Furthermore, while in the field, soldiers are allowed small privileges, you are no longer under the command of battle. You are a guest on my defensive base, under the jurisdiction of my comrades of command. You might be entitled to your addictions when you are with your own, but here, on this base, in this transport, we are a smoke free environment. So, stow the sticks until you are no longer disrespecting me and my staff, or else I will be discussing this breach of standards with your own command. Do I make myself clear corporal?" He'd cross his arms, not breaking his stare with the man, waiting, patiently for Albert to proceed with his orders. If the man didn't he had no problem tearing up his leave pass here, and submitting him for administrative duties. Failure to comply with the base standards would be insubordination, and he would not tolerate the disrespect, not only to himself, but to the soldiers that served in following it to the letter.
Gillian let out an equally frustrated sigh as he shook his head, "So many voices of reason fall upon deaf ears...As you said though, Governor-General, you have been placed into a position where there is no option. However, again, you will have to forgive my paranoia, as the pretenses of this meeting have me somewhat unsettled." He then looked to his Brother-Captain, and spoke in a less formal manor, "I suggest we order all secondary members of command structures, from each represented group, to be placed in different locations. If something should happen...Emperor forbid... it would make it more difficult for the back up command personnel to be hit as well. On top of that, I would also advise 'false meeting' locations to be passed around to make zeroing in on the actually location more difficult."
The chimera itself surprisingly managed to get towards the bridge, briefly going over a bump (perhaps a speedbump, even) before the vehicle started to cross the bridge. Anyone who looked out the viewports would see the civilian automobiles zooming past them, even as they turned to face forward or back seeing a few other chimeras that were on the same path! Despite the considerable length of the bridge, those looking out could tell that they were making considerable headway and were perhaps already halfway across the bridge. It was really, just shorter than it looked. "ETA approximately five minutes; once we're across the bridge, we'll be seperating to get to the Saint's Solace; if you have any questions, now would be the best time to ask them; the other Kriegsmen are not as knowledgeable of the city's tourist attractions." The driver spoke out, slowing the transport slightly before turning her personal Voxlink on to speak to someone else; those sitting just behind the driver's seat would hear the muffled chatter from her gasmask, though there was little that could be discerned aside from the first words, 'Personnel being dropped off in 5". --- Huh... Were those clouds always there? It was getting oddly dark rather fast, outside.
