"No disrespect sir but it doesn't matter much what I think about it sure, most of my job is to mainly patch people up and fight the enemy of man, Weather from what everyone is feeling and thinking isn't right even suggesting that there is a ship possibly coming in the atmosphere, So I would go mostly with what others think since I am no expert on the weather." Jarrick said looking to the Captain, "What does matter is what are we going to do about it and how we can serve the emperor and getting our jobs done with at the moment seems to be unknown at the moment, So what I do must ask sir, Is what is our orders." Jarrick said looking to the man.
With the disembarking hatch opening, Anis could see outside, to the ruckus outside.The ordered lines and stoic, almost palpable sense of discipline, was replaced by massed commotion, shoutings and angry rumblings of many engines. "You Guardsmen. I have a question of you. What do you think of the clouds?" man asked, obviously an officer, motioning at the clouds he continued: " They are surprisingly dark and twisted. Any child may think that some evil sorcerer or something bad was occuring - and even to the logical, it was clear that it wasn't... Normal for this weather. Even a twisted Dead World would have more natural cloud formations than that." With the officer`s arrival, Anis followed in suit with others (or at least what he though others would do), standing immediately at attention...or at least as fast as possible for him, considering his injuries. The question struck him as odd, and he cocked an eyebrow at the Sergeant/Captain.A weird question to be put forth to a bunch of troopers, especially with a NCO present. His unbecoming demenaour however was hidden beneath white fabric that made his scarf, and for a moment he was very grateful for it.He could never maintain stoic features in face of sudden change.He often viewed this as a show of weakness. "Sir, as said, previously by Jarrick here," he added gesturing with a leveled open palm at their outspoken Medic "our opinions are not important.However I have spent some time in the guard, good sir, and I have seen such odd cloud behavior only when a large shape attempts atmospheric re-entry.But then again, I am no weather expert."he added shly, with a soft incline of his head, shifting his entire body weight on his crutch.
Skudd was practically catatonic in his state aboard the the cramped confines of the Chimera. He was frozen in a state of fear, only when he was able to leave the vehicle did he snap out of his state as he rushed out of the Chimera as fast as he could, probably barreling through a few people in front of him to do so. He breathed heavily and purposely as he reached the exit ramp, as if a huge weight was lifted off of him. He knew the Emperor was watching out for him, it was probably the only way he was even to keep himself from breaking down during the trip. When the officer asked about the guardsmen's thoughts on the clouds Skudd's head turned to get a view on the clouds above. He hasn't even noticed them through out the trip, but he was pretty sure they didn't look like that before. "Clouds look different" Skudd stated simply, his opinion on the matter most likely as important, "Skudd not look at clouds before, but Skudd knows they look different." The Ogryn was about as articulate as he could have possibly been. Everyone looked like they were readying up for something. Must have meant he was going to be fighting after all. "Skudd fight now?" The Ogryn muttered to the officer that asked them the question to begin with. "Where Skudd's gun?"
The Kriegsman officer nodded soon enough, and motioned for the backhatch to open up. "All of you; follow me." He said and hopped off, waiting for them to do so as they made their way into the mountain facility. "We're going to be going into High alert; I'm bringing you to the armoury for you to get your equipment back. You have twenty minutes, and from there we'll get to the city to secure valuable assets and personnel." He explained, soon taking a hard right and - not too long - leading to a small 'armoury'. It didn't seem so much of an armoury as much as it was literally just the group's (and seemingly that of two or three other squads' worth of soldiers) equipment, neatly stacked seperately from one another. -------- The Farseer didn't take too long before he motioned for the Sanguine Templars ( @matt23 ), Telvarae ( @Shadhunter ) and Sir Jackson to follow him onto the outdoor balcony. From there they were at least partially safe from the yelling and insults, from where the Xenos gave a sigh. "I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience of bringing you here, but we have serious problems. I can sense malevolence in your midst, and should my visions be correct, your very Sector, as you call it, will murder itself in its zeal. Whether intentionally or accidentally I have little idea; but the fact that all of us were brought to... This, tower makes me uneasy." He explained, a nod coming from the General. "Indeed; had I known that we were going to be here, I'd have set us for an underground meeting instead, where the blasted sky won't fire down on us." The Eldar smiled - a grim one, no humour being found in the moment - before turning to the red Templars. "You. What are your names? It's polite amongst the Mon'keigh of the Imperium to exchange names. I am Velensis, of Biel-tan, and this is my companion," He stopped from speaking, motioning to the Fire Dragon and allowing her to introduce herself - if she so wished.
