Izakdor finished his sermon on these words: "Today we slay the lapdogs of the False Emperor and claim a foothold in the name of Chaos. Today we prove ourselves worthy, not only to our Mistress, but far more importantly, to the Gods themselves. Glory be." He then closed his book and sat down. He drew his sword, a combat knife with a pitch black blade, and colchisian runes covering its surface. As he polished his sword, Izakdor saw the annoyed looks of those around him. "A pre-battle prayer is very important." He explained. "To affirm our faith in the Gods is to draw their gaze."
Nehelith did not take eny notice to Izakdor's chatter for he had again taken out the pendent from his pocket to stare at it more. All noise had blanked out for him as he put all his attention onto the gem, his head and hands began to shake but it was not panic it was the effect of staring into the gem. He began to breath deeper and then started to wheeze but he was to entranced to care, a few people started to notice the shaking and the wheezing.
Having not really cared for Izakdor's sermon as it only addressed chaos undivided Malrak turned to the wheezing mutant that had given him the icon he held in a pocket in the lining of his cloak. He turned his head and pulled his hood back with his mutated hands if anyone didn't know of them before then they knew of them now. "You there Nehelith was it, are your tanks running low? we don't need any of our forces dieing before the blood shed even really begins." When he didn't respond Malrak got out from his seat and walked over to him thinking that the gas mask he was wearing probably had blocked out the sound around him. "Come now this is no time to be showing anxiousness. What kind of gas are you breathing?" Malrak put a hand on Nehelith's shoulder and shook it a bit to try to get him to respond.
Nehelith regained his senses and looked over at Malrak, staring at him for a few moments, his hands still shaking from the experience. "Chlorine... i breath chlorine." He then realized that it was a while since he took a calming drug so he took one from his belt and quickly inhaled it and then looked back at Malrak. "But my tanks are not...*wheeze* low." He then hastily put the pendent back in his pocked carelessly to try and hide it from view but Malrak ended up noticing it anyway, Nehelith started to look around to see if anyone else observed the pendent or him shaking.
"Very well just don't drop dead in here the last thing we need is to have to smell an actual rotting corpse." Malrak chuckled slightly at his failed attempt at a joke. He went and left the mutant to his strange pendant he was so focused on though he did wonder if it was possessed or was some kind of artifact but he was not in the position to take it in for study as they were about to disembark into a combat zone. "Anyone else want want to start acting strange right before we go into combat?" He said this sarcastically trying to make up for his terrible joke earlier.
"I could do with a few more roting layers of flesh" as the ogryn spoke he turned his masked head from his crouched position infront of the ramp his sythe at his side roten blood and flesh driping from it "i could also use less talking im trying to let the song of death play"
Hamadias nodded to the Wych (@Maleth ), agreeing much with her statement and having nothing else to add, before also breaking off for his quarters to grab his Harpoon-Grappling Hook gun, not daring to store it in the regular armory while not needing it. Once the Hammerhead Alien returned to the rest of the group in the Hangar's Thunderhawk, he took the furthest seat away from the rest, closer to the cockpit. Let the fools run out first and be mowed down. It was just how he survived. Not out of cowardice, but caution. Two things quite near, but quite different. The coward dies. The cautious survives. He grinned to himself as he stroke over his Harpoon-Grappling Hook gun, it would taste blood soon enough.
Issac Climbed entered the hanger with his ammunition and gear that he would need for this mission, Climbing aboard the dread claw he was impressed, He had never seen one before and had been more involved in using drop pods. Seeing the only other astarte the would accompany him in the pod he readied himself in one of the seats that would hold a astarte and waited, Issac's bolter was in clutched in his hand as he readied for deployment.
Malrak sat back down after the Ogryn's remark and brought out his book again. He flipped through the pages looking at his plans and predictions about such an assault they were committed to by the plague marine's orders. He would continue to look over the hundreds of hand written pages and studying his own plans until the Thunderhawk would begin moving into position for launch.
