The Astarte eyes were squinted, not paying any attention to the man he had asked for. One of the servitors had began to move the breast plate of the armor, revealing what the Traitor had done to his black carapace and the new Livery of the Blackshield. The pain of pulling off the armor snapped Icelos out of his trance and back to the Chaplain. "I... It was experience I think I will never have the pleasure of reliving it. I have, a message for you." Icelos paused to cough blood. Probably the damage to his lungs by the heavy bolter. "I was told, that next would be... Knosos ". The Blackshield stopped talking. Everything moving like a slideshow, or maybe he was moving very fast.
"Knosos?" the Chaplain growled, "How...obvious." Turning to face the Apothecary, he nodded at the Blackshield. "Gaius, take our brother to the Apothecarion and make sure he is healed. We will need everyone for where we are going." Finally free of the confines of his armor, the Flesh Tearer watched as it had been carried away to be properly cleaned and administered. Placing a hand on Icelos's chest and looking him in the eye, the man spoke, not disturbed by Blackshield's mutated jaw or the branding that had been done to him. "They can burn us, bleed us, call us the most vile things of all, but all of that is for naught. As long as we stay true to the path set before us by the Emperor Himself and carry His virtues close in our hearts, no enemy can stand against us. Now rise brother, this is nothing. There is no wound that can slow you down, no pain that can lull your senses. You are the Chosen of the Emperor and as such, you cannot falter."
Draconion nods sombrely, keeping his own counsel on the farseer's words for now. "Twice, Uncle. Both with the Deathwatch. The first time was at Argonath Seven. A Genestealer infestation had spread out of control, and after a week of losing battles for containment, the Force Commander declared the system lost and called in the Kill Ships." He takes a deep, bellows-like breath before continuing. "By 'lost', he meant past 33.3% infested. Which meant that, out of a population of several billion, the majority were as yet uninfected loyal citizens." He falls silent yet again, hands and jaw clenching at the memory. "The psychic death-cry of a planetkill that large sent me into a seizure that lasted almost a week. From that time, I learned to listen for the sound of planetkill weapons deploying and shut off my subtle senses at once. At my second planetkill, at Orodruin, it was more bearable, but still...unpleasant."
"Brother Chaplain, I am only... tired. Do not think I have forsaken the path. I still need to collect the skull of a certain Chaos lapdog.." With those final words he closed his eyes and smiled. He had not slept for two day and had gone through enough that would kill a hundred men. He would probably be put under for the Apothecary to fix his Black Carapace and to fix any other wounds.
Before, As Onpuku II came down with a terrible case of explosions! - Rocky Edd had been shipped to the medical bay for treatment for his burns and bullet wounds. They never do find all the shrapnel. Bits of it will say in for weeks before his thick skin forces it out... sometimes longer than that. So long as he kept taking his vitamins and got a booster every couple of years he never worried about infections or lead poisoning. The wonders of modern medicine. Rocky however was on the bridge, watching Onpuku II burn with the rest of them. Rocky had seen this many times. Those among the Imperial Navy carried out this duty more than its share of times. It never sat well with Rocky. Leaving a taste of pile in the back of his throat. 'Lucky Edd isn't here to see this. Edd was sure to have seen one, but seeing and knowing are two very different things. Every time it had to be done, those who could retreat making it to orbit, leaving twice as many to hold the line. Edd just seemed to be in the right place that day. That world burnt like this one... Told Edd it was the Emperor's judgment. They were found wanting.' Rocky shakily opened his flask and took another swig. As he put it away, the strange weapon he'd procured from the street battle fell onto the bridge floor. "Now where did you come from you tech priest offending abtech?" Present, Medical Bay 90210 Edd had removed his coat, carapace armor, and other clothes as the Apothecary serf staff examined him. Unfortunately for them, but perfectly natural, Edd was not accustom to wearing undergarments. He felt pain from his injuries, and waited to be told he could leave. Needles still terrified him... have a sedative ready. No joke, he will bolt for the door and run through the ship naked. Luckily, the staff had learned for last time and had secured Edd to a medical table with thick straps. He wouldn't be going anywhere, but he may still flip out at the sight of a needle. 'I wonder if da boss ez gonna deal with dem bad arbites dat was shootin' at us. Dey gotta not do dat to da Inquisition. Are they stupid? I wonder if they got Commissar Cain vids en here?' "Scuse me, ya got any Commissar Cain vids?" He asked innocently curious.
OOC: tag me if you need me <Dorallius> After the deeds had been done, Dorallius knew he had to cleanse his soul and body by imbracing Dorns matle several fold now, so he did what he had done after every mission, and stripped down to his mere garments, before making his way to the chapel and unfurl his whip, before beginning a silent prayer,only interuppted by the cracking sound of the whiplash. <The creature> After the mission it had been on had finished and they had returned to the ship, it had simply returned to the bowels of the ship, there it could prowl as it wished, allmost no one made their way down there it seemed, only good meat from grox, and the metalic of the servitor, with it dident care much for.
After relaying the message to Marmaroth, the Blackshield was carried away to be tended by the ship's Apothecary. He would spend couple of days there until every piece of shrapnel was removed from his body and the wounds caused by the mutants sealed. As for the damage done to his black carapace, Gaius patched it up but the ugly scar remained. "It is possible for me to do tissue transplantation and remove the superficial skin layer, if you chose so, but I won't be able to remove it 100%" he offered it to Icelos, quite unusual thing to do because every Space Marine chose to carry his scars openly, however this situation was a little bit different. "Hmmm Commissar Cain vids?" one of the older serfs stood and thought about if for a second, "Well I think we have some about how he fought Orks and single-handedly stopped their Waaagh by fighting a duel with their Warboss. This is the Ordo Xenos's warship after all, we even got stuff like that." It was apparent that some people in the Imperium, who knew a thing or two about fighting aliens, still found all that propaganda a bit...obvious. (OOC not heretical thought at all ) Couple of men from the team and the crew saw the gun but chose to ignore it, because much greater thing was happening right before their eyes. Perhaps it was better like that, giving Rocky a chance to pick it up and properly inspect it for the first time. The pistol was heavily modified, it was apparent even to him: added plates, stabilizers, extra ammo slots - a gun worthy of a famed bounty hunter. He also remembered what it did to Amraphel and how it wounded him, so it was obviously capable of firing armor piercing rounds (even if it could only pierce weak joints, it was still something), although that also depended on the ammunition used which he would perhaps be able to find in the "Angelfall's" armory or ask their "friendly" Techmarine for assistance.
-Angel fall Exsterminatus Volorox watched as the Clyconic torpedeos once again be fired upon a world. The screams wen't threw his helmets vox then drew silent as it did throught many of the vox's on the ship. The Fire spread over the world as he watched. "To save a patience Some times you have to cut offa infected hand to save the arm." a voice wen't threw his head of a old friend from his earlier days in death watch. -After exsterminatus As Volorox walked threw the angel fall he decided he would search up some more information on steiner particularity about this thain character and this Crash technique maybe it maybe it may be a useful move that would be good to know in battle. As he looked around he wen't to a serf. "Human do you perhaps know where I could possibly find Knowledge about brothers that were once among the living and there techinques?"
"You can try going to the Archives, our ship has the latest databases uploaded into her," the serf replied. "Or you can ask around if you are looking for the brother who once served here. Lots of them passed through these halls on their way to the Emperor."
"Thank you for the information Serf may you continue your dutys well." Volorox said as he wen't to the archives of the ship. He first then began information on The space wolf stiener of Team light bringer as he began to read what information he could about stiener he then began looking into the team he worked with and with finding the information about there chaplain he began to wonder more of team light bringer and began to pursue what information he could about this team there chaplain used to serve with and what happened to each of them and possibly the techniques they used in battle.
