The Dark Angel got annoyed by the back and forth. He knew it was not his place to decide, he was no commander, he was an Angel that would bring darkness into the hearts of enemies by taking every hope. But to get this over with he simply decided... "Watch Station."

Two of the Eight already agreed, now it had been three.

OOC: Reminders:
Current Players:
@Uriel1339 - Character: Isaiah
@Grall_Stonefist - Character: Henigst Ghostmaker
@Angles - Character: Angalox
@lord-watchman - Character: Chronos
@Loldoom - Character: Daaros
@Vulpas - Character: Duran
@NightxHaunter - Character: TBD (post the sheet when you can on creation thread)
@Thurservorr - Character: Terath

"But we know not how long the Magos will survive, if you think this squad can't handle the extra challenge in saving the Magos before slaying the Tyrant then so be it.", choosing it wiser to simply ignore the Raptor's taunt for now and reply to the rune priest, but if the raven-spawn chose to press the issue between their chapter's further there would have to be a reckoning...

"My vote has been thrown, and my words has been said" Henigst said, now in a more distant tone, then leaning back in his chair.
The runes infront of him laying in a completely patternless way.

"i grow tired of your arguments" as the chaplin spoke he looked at the raptor "there is no such thing as an overzealous marine" as he said this he looked at theteam "i say we rescue the magos first"

Angalox was getting annoyed at the round-about discussion of the subject, and so decided to go with the logical option of the Watch station, as if the Hive Tyrant dared to strike the team there, the Xenos would face the potential surprise of a new weapon.

So he verbalized his vote for his choice by saying "I would think the Watch Station would be the most pressing of our concerns now, given that we cannot guarantee if the Magos will survive the Tyranid onslaught." Four votes for the Watch Station had now became five, and so he thought that the matter had been completely decided.

"Very well." The Inquisitor started. "Meet the Master of Armory and ready for deployment. A Thunderhawk will wait for your deployment."

The Dark Angel stood up without a word and marched for the Armory where his Heavy Bolter would await his hands.

Henigst quickly skraped his runes into their bag, before once again standing to his full hight, his powered armored form in general towering over the other marines of the squard, witch Henigst hadent really thought about before know, he was averege size for one of his kind, but as far as he could see, the only one nearing his hight was the dark angel, and even he was visibly smaller.
"Well then, lets get moving brothers, no time like the present"

Terath grinded his teeth, and the expression on his face told unspoken grudges.Teaching his new battle-brothers Raptor's way of war will have to wait.

"I submit to your ruling. Watch Station it is then."

After a few seconds of hesitation he added:
"Inquisitor I will request more information on the matter of missing Valkyrie. I need to go through reports from flight control tower regarding last possible position to determine crash site. I also need to know if there were reports of avian tyranid bio-forms, that could have put Valkyrie down."

"Data regarding non tyranic life forms of possible hostility in the jungle would be helpful too."

"I would be most grateful If you could upload it to my battlesuits system."

And then he turned and left heading towards Armoury to collect his gear.

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OOC if it would be possible my char would try to catch up on the way to armoury with the DA Devastator and politely ask him if he could take heavy flamer with him

Duran closed his book and got out of his seat and decided to start off to the armor with his tome chained back it his side he would be glad to have his force sword and bolt pistols again.

Daaros smirked under his helmet, a proper plan of battle had been achieved. Now it was time to arm themselves for the challenges ahead. He headed to the armoury and grabbed the weaponry fitting for a disciple of the machine god, before leaving for the thunderhawk.