Glancing to the priest,Zeth blurted to the two in harsh accent of Low Gothic trough the vox: ++"Lord Inquisitor support priest`s point of view.Dar Laq`s ruins have been devoid of life for aeons...if that can be called life for Soulless.If we speculate that the xenos have chosen this battleground for their malicious activity,it is still far away from the point of origins on this planet.The Ishawar Mountains that are thousands of kilometers away..."spoke Techscorcist as he turned to the Priest. ++"Dio Iustus Fraunclin,if the warp left traces upon your findings,it does not mean it was the work of a daemonic force.What Warp touches...it corrupts...true as all of us know...but it could be a warp-force used by the power not of Empyrean.In short...heretekal warp-technology made by an alien race.++spoke Zeth as he nodded to the Lord Inquisitor,compling under his course of action of 'zero unnecessary risks'.Even his starbound laboratory,secure as it was,possibility was always present of a breach,pollution or infection.Planetbound...well...the environment was of a less of consequence then aboard the closed confines of a starship.Especially an Inquisitorial one. ++I propose once we reach the dig-site a joint effort in our illumination upon this tangled mess of shadow-play.With your faith and findings and my equipment,findings and knowledge,we will be bolstering our forces tremendously.++
"Just because it seems unlikely, I won't dismiss it. It was also very unlikely for a certain Inquisitor to become a daemonhost, and he still became and we have slain him. In the Ordo Malleus, nothing seems impossible, you soon will learn that, my honored scion of Mars." The Inquisitor simply said as the waiting Aquilla Lander was already in sight.
"With all due respect,Lord Inquisitor..."spoke Zeth as he turned to see Aquilla Lander,his inhuman sight zooming in on the mechanicum sigil engraved on its ceramite belly "...the Ordo Malleus is not the only organization that impossible is possible to occur."spoke Techscorcist with a smile if he would but had lips for it.As the bird prepared for landing the dust rose and sent Zeth`s robe flapping,revealing Sicarian armor beneath,emblazoned with runes and purity seals from his mean years of service both in the Cult,and with the Ordo under various Inquisitors.
Gregor turned his head towards Pedran: "Have you ever encountered Necrontyr? I only heard stories about them. Most Grey Knights do not encounter many xenos as we operate mostly in the borders of the empire."
Standing by and watching the Father do his holy work, Lorelei remained a silent onlooker. She hated the thought of being seperated from her charge, there were no two ways about it. Not even the thought of her brother having assigned her, in theory, a different charge, and that he could watch out for himself, provided any ease. The woman was becoming antsy already, and she had not even left his presence yet. And so she waited alongside the others, shrouding herself in respectful silence as the Banisher finished his short rites and the Aquila lander made its way to earth.
"With all due respect is a nice way to say 'go to the warp', just a hint should you ever meet with governors and other officials. And I am very, very well aware that the Malleus is not the only organization to encounter the true extremes of our lives. Otherwise you would be not today with me." The Inquisitor said with a smile, Actoan just walking next to the two and appearing to not listening. ~~ Pedran ~~ "No. We have only battled the greenskins here. And you are living the true life, brother. Killing nothing but witches and those they worship. Truly, I envy you." He bowed slightly. "However, I care little for stories of the alien, as they burn just as good as witches. Death and destruction they experience from our blades. So is the fate as a non-human." ~~ Everyone of the group ~~ In their designated groups they moved into the lander and took their seats. Shortly after it took off and they would be for quite some while in their aircraft...
<Gladius Tiberion> He took a seat next to Father Dio, with his hotshot cradled in his lap. He was every inch the professional soldier in appearance. He kept silent unless spoken to, for his station was beneath all others on the Lander.
Octavir looked over to father Dio, "Father, would you mind calming my mind in prayer. I have let my tactical senses slip and wish to regain my composure through your words."
Father Dio "By your word, my Lord. May the God-Emperor see us safety to our next destination." With a nod Dio made his way to the transport, walking with his squad mated. "A splended idea Mars Brother! We will have to compare our findings, we will see whose hypothesis proves to bear fruit. But it matters little to me and my order. Be this xeno or not, should the warp gain access to this realm humanity will suffer the consequences. That is the reality of our work... The gravity is no less pressing here or anywhere the Lord Inquisitor leads us. Only by the divine guidance of the God-Emperor are the horrors of the warp kept in check. We are his will and we will not be found wanting! Amen." Dio says with a smiling face. His short cut beard brustling with zeal and bushiness. Turning to the stoic Crusader, Dio gave a reasuring smile. "It doesn't take a old sod like me to see you've got something to ask miss Marburg. To start you off, I must apologize for my earlier presumptions. It's no place of mine to say how siblings should act towards one another. My old Drill Abbot day in Progenium, gotta keep the sibs from plotting. Always up to mischief and such... Ah those were the days. Haha, listen to me prattling on. Forget I said anything Miss." While the smile remains, it takes on a more sorrowful state. The memories wouldn't end because Dio words them away. Just as ghosts will still haunt long after the living have left. Quickly whipping his eye, then removing his glasses to whipe the lenses, to better hide a tear. Dio turns to see if anyone noticed. Looking upon Gladius, once again ever the example of tempestian pride. "Tell me lad, have you and that peashooter been through much together?" Dio reminded of a similar question he had been asked earlier about his own weapon. The Felhammer resting at his side, the heavy face upon the ground while the handle leand agaisnt him. "A truly marvelous idea!" Dio opens his bag, and produces a hard bound copy of the lectitio divinitatus. Clearing his throat, "let us pray; Love the Emperor, for He is the salvation of mankind Obey His words, for He will lead you into the light of the future Heed His wisdom, for He will protect you from evil Whisper His prayers with devotion, for they will save your soul Honor His servants, for they speak in His voice Tremble before His majesty, for we all walk in His immortal shadow Praise be to the God-Emperor of Mankind! May he look upon us with pride and bless us as we walk through the lands of wickedness and shadow. Amen."
<Gladius Tiberion> He turned to look at the Father, his helmet allowing no display of emotion to be seen. "This is the same gun they handed me on the day I was commissioned. It and I are the last surviving members of my graduating unit from the Schola Progenium. It's kept me safe against virtually every enemy the Imperium has." He then softly spoke the prayer along with the Father, for it was a familiar one to him.
