Isadore woke with a start, the pleasant calculations he had been running over and over for the past two decades ending abruptly. He heard a voice nearby, but it was muffled. His augmentics were still reactivating, as they were still quite cold from his long hibernation. He recognized the words landing and 48 hours, so they had at least arrived in system without incident. Omnissiah be praised! He so hated warp travel. One never knew if they would ever leave the Immaterium again. It was a vast and illogical place, but ever so necessary to continue such expansion efforts as the one they undertook now. He decided that he needed to get to work. 48 hours was hardly enough time to make all the necessary preparations. The sacred rites alone would consume the better part of the next 24 hours. Especially if the blessings were to be carried out properly, lest an angry Machine Spirit seek to end their expedition in a fiery conflagration as they descended to the surface. Much work indeed. He reached an ice coated arm to the edge of his pod, and heaved himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the edge and placing his feet on the cold adamantium deck. He didn't feel the cold, so much as his internal works told him it was cold. He blinked his eyes several times, flicking through different optic spectrum. No malfunctions there, it seemed. Now for the real test. Moving his weight forwards, he stood shakily on his legs, feeling the servos whine, as they forced the ice crystals out of his joints. He stood upright, proud that none of his systems had been damaged while he slept. He took a step forwards and immediately lost his balance, falling face first onto the deck. Clenching at his bruised forehead he looked down to his legs, abject betrayal written across his features. He discovered the problem immediately, there was ice heavily built up on his left knee joint, preventing locomotion. He smacked at it, freeing the servos from their prison. He felt the sudden serge of current to the joint, and stood up again, triumphant. It was then the crippling cold gripped his insides. He shivered, realizing how dangerously low his core temperature was. He fumbled along his arm with a shaking hand to smack the activation rune on his crimson bodyglove. The sudden rush of warmth was nearly divine. He muttered to himself about the weakness of flesh, as me moved towards his storage locker, adjacent to his stasis pod. He emitted an encoded blurt of Binary, which unlocked the mechanism securing it. A more traditional lock would have sufficed, but he did not trust those around him enough to not pilfer his effects while he slept. The crew of Imperial craft were rarely trustworthy. A Mechanicum vessel would have been above reproach, but none had been available to undertake this mission. As the double wide locker opened, it hissed, as the vacuum seal inside was broken. Inside, the bulk of the space was taken up by an apparatus that support Isadore's Cyber-Mantle, the many Mechadendrites mounted to it were coiled tightly in loops. He pulled off his bodyglove quickly, eager to be whole once again with his dendrites. He brushed his metallic hands over the harnesses many sockets, ones that mirrored those that dotted his torso, before lifting it from its cradle and placing over his shoulders. As soon as the sockets met, they locked in place, linking the neural feeds and synchronizing synapse interlinks. It was glorious. Isadore felt whole again, as his data feeds flooded with diagnostic data. He basked in the oneness he felt with the machine for a moment, before returning to dress himself. He donned his pants and tunic, followed by his heavy boots. Then he pulled on the several layers of his robes, pulling up his hood which engulfed his face in shadow. Only the soft green glow of his eyes gave shape to his lean features. Retrieving his dataslate from his locker, he tucked it into his robe before shutting the door and rearming the lock. He made his way over to the far end of the stasis chamber where the rows of his servitors waited in their alcoves. He commanded them to power on as he moved past them, striding towards the far end of the chamber, to where his associate awaited. Roh-mu 98's pob was considerably larger then the others. A construct of his sized required it. Unlike himself, Roh-mu had been sealed completely intact. His systems were not so easily removed, being fused permanently to his body. Such a marvel the Protector was, being of such a state of mechanical perfection. Isadore was almost jealous, but his elevation through the priesthood would come in time. With it, would come further augmentation. However, now was not the time for such idle musings. [Command: Disengage Stasis Lock] he emitted. [Command: Hibernation State Set - 0] The massive chamber hissed open, as the cold gases were vented and pressure was equalized. The looming form of his associate stirred, as his many subroutines were roused from stasis. [Greetings Roh-mu 98. By the will of the Omnissiah, we have arrived in system. Query: Are all of your systems functional?] he intoned in sacred binary, as he interlinked his metallic digits in the sign of the cog.
OOC: Okay, RL stuff happening. Won't be able to do anything with my character. If someone wants to bot her, they are allowed to.
OOC: his name is Eric, not Bjorn IC: "you go on and check on the overconfident fops, I'll stay and help the normal people, they arnt as stuck up" he said to the blood angel as the other marine walked down the stairs, Eric stayed in the room, leaned up against the wall, crossed his left leg over his right, took a long swig from his flask, put it back in a pouch, and crossed his arms waiting for the pods to open When they did he remained leaning against the wall, a large smile on his face as some of the people panicked when they saw him as they were still recovering from the voyage, and in their sleep addled minds he probably looked more akin to a chaos marine "Ya got any questions, just ask me" He said in what sounded to them as a deep and threatening voice, but it was just his normal speaking tone
Rho-mu 98 steps from his pod, the many servos and augmetics in his mostly mechanical body clicking and whirring as they started up again. he had no visible flesh and his mechatendrils were writhing around in the air above him, Rho-mu walked to where his belongings were stored and started chanting a hymn to the omnissiah blessing all of his gear before he lifted his robe and put it on, he then put his armour and harness on before lifting his autocannon and staff in his hands. he left the room having achieved his task and walked to where the governor was residing his mechanical limbs clicking, hissing and clanking as he moved, he had no eyes as he had them replaced decades ago and all that was there now were two optic units that glowed a dull green in the shadows of his hood. he approached to governor and spoke +My mistress+ he said in a harsh mechanical voice, apparently his vocal protocols had not rebooted fully he would have to check on that later +what would you have me do?+ rho-mu asked
GM: The Salamander was a late riser as compared to the rest of the astartes, with a whistle he walked into the area with a lift of his hand to both Eric and Aeturnus "Greetings to all" he spoke in a loud joyous tone before walking over next to eric. Aeturnus first spoke up and looked towards the Salamander "Good Morrow, and yes Eric, take care of these members i shall attend to the higher ups" he said with a smile before nodding to the both of them and taking his leave down to the Commanders Quarters. Meanwhile the salamander would speak to Eric with a smile "I trust all has gone well in there awakening?" he asked as he looked upon the crew who slowy got up and some who were already walking out. For those crew members who had already gone out and down stairs would find that there was a large table with various seats around its diamond outline, in the center would be a holographic image of the planet they were heading to, at each seat was a data-slate with various intrustions and names of the crew on in. Finally Aeturnus met the Commanders Quarters before stepping in at an attention stance "Inquisitor, Governor, I trust all has gone well. Would there be any requests before we begin preparations for our decent?" he asked as he looked upon the two in the room. When did you wake up? When did you get out? also mind you if you are just yelling this out at first glance you are in nothing but a cloth and in your cryo-tube. I suggest you read the other posts and reply accordingly to my starting post....
Rho-mu 98 waited his mechatendrils connecting into a port in the governors room and he linked up to the ships mainframe accessing all the information from the start of the journey, he did this whilst he waited for the governor to return
You are no where near the room?, your in the cryo-chamber with the rest of the crew unless you can teleport which you did not include in your char sheet, so please remember to READ previous posts to get up to the story, Thankyou
"For now, stay with Isadore, the Adeptus Mechanicus Priest. I want to ensure your systems are running fine, therefor you will receive your commands for now from him. Tell him I sent you and want him to have you at his disposal until I wish otherwise. I am certain there is no immediate threat and even if, that the Astartes will be capable of guarding me." The Governor said somewhat neutral, just like the machine itself sounded. She then turned to the Astartes, Salamander - judging by his armor colors and emblems. "Everything is fine except that I keep approached... I will move to the bridge to overview the planet information and start planning the landing, if you don't mind, send the Space Wolf after me, I want him as Personal Guard. I read in the reports that he doesn't like the higher ups." Stefanie Eisenfaust then turned to the Inquisitor. "I am certain you will be able to handle the rest, until I give clearance for landing. Prepare whomever you want to take along, because I trust the initial scouting force to you." And with that she finally turned on her heels to head for her duties. So much wasting time and everyone wanted directly to approach her... She would need personal assistants soon to get at least a bit silent time to do her duty. OOC: Let him approach me though, I integrated that already in my post and that's fine with me; also: Good night.
