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Michael Ambriel

To see through eyes in the land beyond, to spit fire and plasma alike. That is what its like to walk with the Emperor

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a character in “Warhammer 40K: Legion of the Watchers”, as played by Oborosen

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Michael Ambriel

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GENERAL INFO
Full Name: - Michael Thernus Ambriel
Alia's/Nicknames: -The searing tide, Ambriel the bright, Corruptions bane, Brother of the long watch, The walking purge, The beast slayer.
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Space Marine
Age: - 689
Title: - Epistolaries


APPEARANCE
Height: - 7' 2
Weight: - 71 stone
Build: - Stocky
Eye Color: - Teal
Hair Color: - ash/bald
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Multiple surgical scars running up back of neck, Right hand and forearm tattooed with the creed of the death watch.
Description: – One of the more highly vocal members of his Chapter, Ambriel is a start contrast to how introverted some librarians of other astartes chapters can be. He is nearly a complete foot wider than most of his battle brothers, which gives him more clout when it comes to either boasting or being a complete nuisance among his brothers. Though it is easy to tell that when the time calls for it, that he would be there for them in a moments notice. Seizing blade and warp all the same.

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MENTALITY
Friends: - Though strained at times Ambriel has formed many lasting bonds in the imperium. Two being Watch Master Braddok of the death watch, and Forge Master Kern of the Ordo Malleus on Mars. Two sources that he has learned to waylay his support with, in order to help secure more valuable materials for his chapter. Not to mention specific articles of study for himself. Those few that still remain are those of the black ship he was brought to Terra upon, after their trials that day. He made a pact with several that serve as a standing bond of brotherhood beyond even that of his battle brothers.
Likes: - Long lost knowledge, Warp Travel, Reading, Mars.
Dislikes: - Needless waste of resources, Daemons, Imperial in fighting.
Hobbies: - Collecting odd trinkets - especially glass objects
Personality: – While being somewhat louder than his other librarian counterparts, this does not mean that Ambriel is without tact or restraint, his time spent with the death watch is more than enough proof of this. Though when it comes down to it, he still seems to act as though he is sometimes with those same battle brothers. The constant boisterous and jesting nature of such camaraderie is merely an inseparable part of his being now. Much like his mind is so irremovable from the warp.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Ambriel is armed with two weapons, one that he was given when seconded to the death watch, and one that he returned with after his last post. A combi melta that was origionally alter by several of his chapters tech marines. Allowing him to wield with one hand, and a power sword that he returned with called the Stygian blade. A weapon forged by one of the watch smiths, out of a metal reclaimed from xenos weaponry. This was origionally a cause for worry in his chapter, seeing as he had formed some sort of bond with the weapon during his watch. But after his connection failed to reveal any detriment, he was given leave to use it once gain, but with sufficient oversight.
Accessories: – The book of Gall'dus - Gall'dus was a virulent believer of the Ordo Malleus during his life, and spent his time seeking out the names of Daemons that encroached upon the Emperors territory. A once great friend of Ambriel before his death, It has fallen to him to finish the work of Gall'dus. Purging every daemon that he comes across, and adding its name upon the pages of this ever growing tome.
Miscellaneous: – Ambriel carries several small trinkets from his travels around with him at all times. Sometimes running them in circles through his fingers. His first and most precious is a physically reinforced glass tube full of vibrant, orange sand from the warp itself.

HISTORY
Personal History/Background: - Born on Mars in the wake of his families destruction of the inquisitors. He was one of the last surviving children of a family charged with daemon worship, and when his connection to the warp became known it was soon that Ambriel found himself upon one of the black ships scouring the imperium for those just like him. It was a cruel fate that awaited him at the end of his travels, where it not for the arrival of a warp storm. Small though it was, it managed to caress the side of the ship in which he was contained. Running rampant among the other psykers in accountancy. Many of which managed to slip their bonds in the madness, turning into vastly powerful daemon host. These madly ravenous creatures could not easily be contained by the crew, were one or two would be no true problem for such agents of the imperium. Several dozen proved to be more than they could handle, and they were found fighting a severely pitched battle across the whole ship. Only when Ambriel managed to slip his own bonds along with many of his own fellow captives did they managed to see the predicament they were in, and despite their captors, did not want to be a meal for such unholy creatures. Though physically weak compared to the host powers, Ambriel was able to whip his fellow captives into a sizable force of collective psychic might, which proceeded to burn the host away with the very forces that birthed them. Ending such a dreaded confrontation just as quickly as it had started.

After being resealed and brought back to Terra, it was at the behest of several visiting astartes Chapter Masters that they see the ones responsible for saving the ship and its crew. Though their prowess and control was still in question, the ultimatum offered to them that day was far better than the one allowed to their lesser fellows.

Throughout all his years of service, Ambriel has been one of the most chosen for the Death Watch in his chapter and is one to easily jump at the chance again. Though not the oldest of his chapter by far, he is easily one of the most traveled of the entire chapter itself. As a penance for paying his families debt to the imperium, Ambriel searches out corruption in all its forms when given the slightest chance, and when it was revealed to him through visions that his families name was tarnished through treachery. He quickly jumped on the chance to search out the guilty party, finding a bloody trail of daemon worship at the head of a noble lords house. Much like the same his family was before their fall, only for them to meet a rather grizzly end at his own hand in what Ambriel still believes was retribution offered by the emperor himself. This devotion has fostered itself over hundreds of years, into a fervent love for his brothers, and the empire itself.

Ambriel is renowned for surviving single combat with a hive tyrant, and besting the monster on the space hulk "Draconian Flame" Which was soon completely purged by the two teams sent in. He has sought out corruption on hundreds of worlds, everything from torturous slave pits, to decadent pleasure planets, only leaving scorched remains in his wake. It is in these moments however that Ambriel earns the ire of his fellows, as he is more than willing to sacrifice the lives of innocents in the pursuit of destroying corruption. His latest acheivment comes from slaying an incredibly powerful warp-smith named Etterhawk the Mangle, beheading the traitor and destroying his spells of concealment. Allowing the Imperial Knights to bombard his hidden armory, destroying it completely.

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So begins...

Michael Ambriel's Story

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Ordonus was slowly making his war through the lauded halls of the fortress, his agitation could be gleamed from the dejected breath that he sighed as he entered the outer boundaries of the chapters hanger. A massive structure with riveted on each side with deployment bays, and massive wracks of mobile armor. A familiarity always helped him with this place, not because of the amount of his own work that he could see seated on display but for the honor of knowing it was his duty in all the right afforded to him by the Chapter Master, and his Emperor. Having just been called from his own duties for some reason, the message the servo skull contained was far more vague than he was willing to deal with at the time. Though it was an order from the highest echelons of his chapter, and the fact that the seal of the inquisition was stamped within the writ was no laughing matter. That was more of a complicated mess than he could foresee himself wanting to deal with, seeing as that order had somewhat damned itself with its own actions against multiple chapters in the past. So many so that even the newly initiated new to take some form of precaution when dealing with any of it's agents.

Several of the servitor's accosted Ordonus with rabid greetings as he passed, a sentiment that he returned willfully. Only for the sound of boisterous laughter to break out ahead of him, something that he could easily tell belonged to a most notable voice in his chapter. He could see nearly a dozen battle brothers, as well as a few newly consecrated neophytes. Gathered in a large semi circle in front of the body of a massive land raider known as the Hand of Onderr, with the familiar figure strutting around in front of them pacing, and recounting tales as he walked. Brother Michael was his moniker, also know by most as just Ambriel, a librarian of the chapter with a great deal of history. Some of it daunting, and just as long long winded as he could be. Others as tainted with suspicion as the whole course of history that relegated his form of position within the chapter. Ordonus knew him well despite their the separation of worlds that divided them. One dedicated to the very spirit of the warp, and unknown horrors that stand within it. The other a priest of the metallic flesh that support the physical embodiment of Emperor himself.

Michael was regaling them with tales of war no doubt, as he was usually willing to those that would listen. This would usually have him found absorbing the minds of the chapters younger members into his stories. He was one of the furthest traveled brothers in the chapter by all accounts, what with his time spent serving in the deathwatch all that distance away, and he usually had some insight into the inner working of the xeno's mind that many battle brothers could only dream.. or fear of having.

"So there we were, my fellow watchmen and I on the hill of the summit. Myself, Hagir the Long Fang, and Davinos of the Sanguine Order. The three of us have been pulling back into defensible positions for the last three months. The Tyranid mass swarming to catch up with us as we were setting traps, and scorching fortifications that fell to their presence. We nearly killed more retreating than when we were fighting." The group begins to laugh at his statement, several of them sharing drinks, and eating what appeared to be dried rations. Ordonus could see that Michael had not been back for long from his last deployment, his armor still pitted in some areas, and his face bearing several small burns, cuts, and bruises. Which by this time were well on their way to healing almost entirely to the physique that he, and his battle brothers shared.

Michael is pointing and gesturing as he tells his story, using his whole body to drive the narrative. "We take up position in front of a massive valley on the edge of what little of a map we could gather, a sheer drop directly behind us as the xenos force began to climb up the path we took up. Hagir, and I were still arguing on which way to go.. back down the way we came, or the drop ahead. Davinos could not raise the pilot for our extraction, and as we stood there a massive horde of those filthy bugs came upon us.. needless to say those insects could do nothing against us. But as the battled drove on more began to join, until the thicket erupted with this large bestial form, scattering all the little bastards." The battle brothers drop their drinks down from their lips, waiting for him to continue.

"It was the biggest genestealer I've ever seen, an alpha on size to match dreadnoughts... me and Hagir stare at one another for a moment to gauge what it was going to do. The longest standoff I have seen between us, and these monsters yet."

"Then Hagir belts out..I'VE GOT THE UGLY ONE!!.. and dives right into the beast, using his own head as a battering ram."
Michael strikes his own hand with a fist to emphasis. "The beast reals from the impact, and then he cleaves its head in half with his axe.. then.. silence. All of those little rats begin the run as the monster hits the ground, and we give glorious chase brothers.. a rabid, grandiose chase. Laying furious wrath on the lot of them with bolter fire, and blade.. it was marvelous." Several of the brothers were still laughing at the ugly one statement, and most begin to clap, cheering as they did before.

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Ordonus slightly claps at the display ahead of him as the group of brothers disperses, Michael doing a slight nod to the tech marine as he caught sight of him. "Had I known you were coming I would saved you a seat for the show Ordonus." The librarian jested slightly as he retrieved a large goblet from the top of a nearby ammo case, downing the contents quickly. Ordonus was quick to interject in response. "That will not be necessary brother, besides last time I recall the large monster was of the carnofex strain I believe. Though you do have a tendency to embellish from time to time, if I recall correctly."

Michael laughs behind the rim of his drink as he hears this "I only embellish a little brother, you know me." He said with a low grunt in his voice. Only for Ordonus to correct him shortly after "Actually out of the 224 times you have recounted that story to the initiates, I have recorded over 80 several variantions.. I could recount the known issues with you're tale against recorded archives?" Michael Aims off with his eyes with a dejecting sigh as Ordonus finishes. Knowing full well it would be futile to combat a tech marine on any sort of record keeping were combat is a factor. "You could share some of you're own stories with the initiates as well, if you possessed any sort of flare for the dramatic."

"You mean lying..?"

"I like to considered more or less stretching the truth.. but yes, lying."

Michael places his drink down as he looks over the tech marine, and a look passes over his face as he realized he did not know what his brother was doing in the hanger. Though in all honesty, it was not an entirely strange thing to see a tech marine in the hanger of his chapter, but from Michaels recollection it was not the right moment for him to be in this place. He threw pretense aside, and questioned his brother "So what is it that brings you to the hanger? I don't recall getting any shipments from mars or the like today." Ordonus did not answer right away as he was caught in the middle of trying to understand the same thing. The servitor that was sent to retrieve, and inform him of his upcoming duties was somewhat in the first stages of becoming mind locked like all the other ones before it. A state that he could only share a measure of ambivalence towards, for being so close to the omnisiah, it was invariably the only route that they could progress down.

He snapped back from his realm of thought to see Michael about two feet from his face staring him dead in the face with a rising smirk. "Good, I was worried that I was going to have to kick you, to get you to work." The tech marine dissuaded his jest for a moment as he looked on towards the far end of the hanger, its loading doors shut, and barely any activity to be had. Save for several servitors working to prepare a Thunderhawk for its upcoming deployment. He looked back at Michael adding to the original question "I am here to meet with Captain Garrius, an order that comes directly from the chapter master himself, though the reasons for this are sitting somewhat beyond my scope at the moment."

Michael didn't even bat an eye when he point back over the tech marines shoulder "Well I am at lest happy to inform you that you're wait will not be long." He turned so that the two of them could both seen the Captain coming their way, after having shortly entered the hanger. Though Ordonus could admit he was not sure why the Sergeant would be with him, though in all honesty it wasn't the first thing he was unsure of today.

He turned, and started to approach the two brothers before him, having some questions on his mind about this summons. "Captain Garrius, I assume whatever the reason the chapter had for summoning me was necessary. My work in recouping our losses from this campaign has been halted on more counts then I would like to admit..." it was easy to tell that this was bothering him. Many of the chapter believe that the tech marines just exist so they can produce their toys for them, while others believe the tech marines don't even care about the chapter in general. Just so long as they can poke, and prod at their machines all day. But Ordonus takes his duties within the chapter seriously, more serious then most due to his rather analytical string of thought.

Michael was just standing there behind the tech marines shoulder, with a wry look in his eye at the small display Ordonus had created. Though he and his brother were not too close, all things considered. He did understand were Ordonus was coming from, because in truth they all had a great duty to uphold.

"Sergeant, its good to see you back from the front lines, I hope the Orks didn't give you any trouble." Michael had only known the sergeant for a short time, one of the more difficult problems with a chapter these days. Is having its members stay constant with the rest of their brothers. Some battle brothers could go entire lengths of service without meeting another from a different company, though they could know each other enough from knowledge of each others deeds.

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"I trust you are doing well Captain, with such as assignment this must have our chapters honor on our backs. Of course, I doubt I need ask how you feel Captain." Garrius gave one short simple nod in response to the Sergeants question, it was not in his way to waste time and energy on anything, even on the simple act of acnowledgement. It was a trait that some would accredited as arrogance whilst other seemed to view it was a plain lacking of interest.
"Indeed Sergeant, I shall inform the strike force as soon as we are aboard the strike cruiser." He walked as he spoke, leading Demephis in with him. It was an almost odd sight, that one dressed in scout armour would be taller than him dressed in nothing more than robes.

He saw gathered within the hanger were a number of brothers who seemed to have nothing better to be doing with their days, though judging by the figure in the middle of it all there was the explanation plain and simple. He had heard of Librarian Androlaris well enough before and what he heard did not fill him with any great joy. It was no small surprise he had not appeared at the Council despite being present enough to attend, the man had a reputation of an ego and embellishments that did not well serve the Chapters interests. Thankfully he had not had the misfortune of fighting alongside the Librarian, as the man was often off serving as far away from the Chapter as he could possible get himself. It did not bode well for the fortunes of this mission if such a maverick was so close to their way out.

"Captain Garrius, I assume whatever the reason the chapter had for summoning me was necessary. My work in recouping our losses from this campaign has been halted on more counts then I would like to admit..." Garrius took a short breath of annoyance, he did not like being questioned on the best of days, especially in so brazen a manner. The Imperial Knights praised themselves on their diplomatic nature and ability to not incite violence with a vainglorious attitude that seemed to infest many Chapters of Astartes. At this rate simply leaving for this unnamed world would be more difficult than the actual mission.

"I would suggest you are more careful with your tone Brother. You have been summoned alongside Brother-Sergeant Demephis specifically for this mission by the Chapter Master himself, you would do well to remember that next time to intend to question the commands of your liege." He turned slightly as he finished speaking, looking at the sound of armoured boots clanging upon the floor as they entered the hanger. It seemed the two squads he had requested were arriving in full strength and in good time on top of that.

"It would seem we are all present then, though including the pilot we shall only number fourteen. It annoys me that we are under strength by one Knight but we shall overcome this challenge. Brother-Sergeant, Brother Techmarine, make your way onto the thunderhawk that is preparing to depart and prepare to arrive aboard the Art of Piety, I shall brief the task force there." Garrius made to step past the two to be the first aboard the transport before he turned to look at the Librarian. "Brother Librarian, why is it exactly you were here instead of at the Council meeting as per your duty?
Your absence could have very well harmed the Chapter in greater ways that you realise.
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Demephis was correct on his hunch that he need not ask their Captain such a question. As a space marine assigned to such as important mission, let alone lead such a mission for the Chapter Masters themselves. This was an honor that few would pass up and a nod was all that was needed to affirm that their Captain was ready to undertake the mission.

Walking beside the captain as they both began to walk towards the hanger, he did not note their height difference. Many normal people would possibly laugh at such a thing, a scout such as him taller than their captain. The Guardsman would probably get a chuckle out of that. Granted, their captain was still able to rip apart his enemies just as easily without his power armor on.

Arriving at the hanger, they would meet up with two fellow brothers. A Librarian judging by his wargear, along with a Techmarine who decided to voice his displeasure to the captain. Any space marine should be ready to act at a moments notice, and to raise displeasure at a veteran who earned his position through the fires of war was not a very wise thing to say. Of course he remained quiet making a mental note of this behavior for the future.

His attention soon turned to the sound on armored boots marching across the hangers metallic flooring. There, two squads of marines. All in power armor it seemed, well he did not have to worry much about keeping the head on top of initiates. Now he could focus primarily on keeping his own head on top of his head. Which meant that he was much more free to easily get close to well defended areas without much of a worry.

By the captains order, Demephis nodded as he followed his order to head to the thunderhawk. On his way he pulled the sniper rifle hanging off his shoulder and after reciting a prayer of maintenance, he began to disassemble his sniper rifle and made sure everything was working perfectly. Despite walking he was already a natural at maintaining his own weapons. Once the entire weapon was taken apart and put together he placed the weapon back on his shoulder and entered the thudnderhawk to wait patiently. Of course, he made sure to begin maintenance on the more cumbersome weapon he had, his shotgun which actually requires sitting still to work on.

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Ordonus was caught aback by all of this, it was easy to tell by the look on his face that just being pulled from all the work that must be done was making him more agitated. But the truth of the matter being was that he was now sequestered into this moment, as the Chapter Masters word is law so far as he was concerned. "Very well, I shall take some time to prepare, and ensure my brothers in the forge have sufficient instructions before leaving at least." A servoskull come whizzing by with haste as it darts around both Garrius, and Demephis. Coming to a stop beside Ordonus, only to drop a small data slate into his hand after reaching to retrieve it. Without another word to his brothers the tech marine moved his way towards the transport, knowing full well that his equipment will have been moved onboard without much interruption from him. He reviewed the data that he just received, it concerned the mission, and then he could see what so important. Though he was still not happy being pulled away from his forge under such notice, the idea of coming to possess such information was enticing. More so for him seeing that it was Garrius leading the mission. His moment of seeing the opposite choice for the role was met with a more reluctant menstruation. "Ross.." A name that bore plenty of resentment from Ordonus's end. The Captain was as decorated as any within his position, however his tact in combat was more then enough to have the chapter forges working days on end just to keep up with the destruction he caused. All of a sudden he was feeling more hopeful for their chances despite the initial trouble, a mark he had to warrant was due to Garrius being on the mission.

Having watched the interaction between both parties, Michael was not worried for the moment. Both members were well known for coming through when the time of duty called them to do so. Though he was happy to see the Captain had a question lined up for him despite how things had turned. Michael shrugged his arms for a moment as he spoke "Well Captain it was my call that we divert some effort on the way back to assist with some unfortunate business with some Guardsmen on patrol. Though it could also be the fact that there are just some members of the inquisition that I would rather not be seen by, and Kalas is one such man. The two of us have not seen eye to eye since meeting on Armageddon all those years ago, and I being there would only have hurt you're chances at winning the vote... much less the tie.." Michael smirks as he speaks, letting in on the fact that even though he was not present at the time. He was most certainly keeping his own tabs on the proceedings.

Michael finished his drink before throwing it aside, only for a servitor to whir by on its treads, keeping the area free of debris as always. "You could see it to did you not Captain? That look of indecisiveness in his eyes when all gazes fell on him, even with all of that inquisitorial training I could feel his psyche cry out like a mewling child all the way from my transport." The Captain could see the joy of that statement boil over on the librarians face when he spoke, almost like a point of pride being prodded out into the open, but he held back, and did not revel in such a novel feeling for long.

He looked around for a small moment to take in the action of hanger around them, such quick, and concise work. Only to look back at the Captain "Though I was just waiting for you to come along, seeing as you will need someone who can easily deal with the green skins on such large numbers, with so few men. Besides some exceptions the sergeant, and I are you're best assets in this case... so I've come to offer my support on the mission." He gestured towards the Captain, as if making a formal offer. Though how nonchalant he was acting about the instance was making it hard to gauge his attitude.

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Garrius listened to the Librarian with growing concern and annoyance. He had known before that the man was one prone to flights of fantasy and self indulgent acts of independence but he had no idea how much it would quickly come to grate on him. In his mind his duty to the Chapter came before all things, followed swiftly in his endless devotion to the Emperor. For one to so swiftly dismiss that duty and charge over something as petty as a grudge did not sit well with him. If he could not trust the Librarian to simply attend a meeting as was his duty then how could he trust him upon the eve of battle?

He kept his doubts again the Librarian silent though as his Brother offered his services in this mission. It was certainly food for thought, having a Librarian at his side could indeed prove to be of a great advantage. They had no idea exactly how strongly infested the shrine was nor the full strength of the greenskin horde. On the other hand the man was something of a liability, his break away nature could very well interfere with the nature of their mission, they required stealth and haste if they were to succeed with not only their lives but with their task in general. He was faced with a choice here, having the additional firepower could very well swing a confrontation in their favour however on the other hand it could also drag it out beyond their means to control. He had just returned from a lengthy campaign against the Orks and knew full well that any battle was sure to drag more of their number in, it was a great risk that he wasn't sure was worth it. But the assets of a Librarian were often not one to be passed up, even so he would need to keep a very close eye upon the Librarian.

"Very well Librarian, you are on this mission. However I want to make something perfectly clear. You are a Knight,
not an Inquisitor, you will keep whatever petty grudge or perceived slight out your duty to the Chapter and the Imperium. When you are summoned to a Council meeting you will attend and if I am given any reason to believe you are not following commands or are endangering the mission with some foolhardy ideal of seeking personal glory I shall personally drag you before the Council of Elders in chains.
"

With both threat and assurance given he turned swiftly, not allowing the chance for the Librarian to dig himself deeper into trouble with some retort. He was a Captain, he commanded both respect and loyalty and for anyone to speak out against him was near a death sentence, even within the Knights who encouraged individual freedoms for their Marines there were some things that were simply coded into what it meant to be Astartes. Duty was one that could never be turned aside. He turned his head as something large caught his eye as it was wheeled past him, the large sarcophagi that was covered in writs of purity and seals of devotion- the blessed container of his most ancient armour. It stirred a sense of pride in him just knowing he would be back within it soon, to carry out the will of the Emperor and serve the Imperium was all he had known all his life, it was what he had been made for. It was for this purpose alone that he lived and breathed.

He didn't slow as he boarded the thunderhawk, the two squads of five had already boarded just before him and he was given a clear path clear along the length of the vessel. He had to admit to himself that the Chapters colours played well into the thunderhawk, the deep blue and silver worked well at camouflaging the vessel in flight, something which aided them in their reputation of lightning strike upon unsuspecting foes before suddenly vanishing again into the sky. He hauled open the door to the cockpit and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him before laying a hand upon the pauldron of the pilot. His Brother was an Astartes, as all thunderhawk pilots were for few normal men could withstand the sheer force of the thunderhawk in flight let alone handle the strain of combat manoeuvres or even simply think fast enough to be able to pilot during combat. Like many Marines from many many Chapters the pilot had trained for a time alongside the Space Wolves, their thunderhawk pilots were without peer and renown throughout the entire Imperium, something many Chapters were jealous of and tried to outdo, often with fatal results for the pilots.

"We may depart when you are ready Brother."
"Aye Captain." He felt a shock run under his feet, no doubt the doors at the far end of vessel being locked into position. It was not uncommon for the Imperial Knights to fly into combat with the rear doors still open, allowing Assault Marines to simply leap from the depths of the thunderhawk or allow Devastators to launch salvos at their rapidly diminishing targets. There was a swelling feeling as they raised off of the ground, which was swiftly followed by what felt like he was being kicked by a terminator as the craft jumped forwards. He was knocked back a step though refused to allow himself to take even another step back as he fought against the force of the craft in flight. He would not be defeated by Orks or Daemons, this would not best him either. He instead focused his attention on staring out of the viewport into the empty void beyond. Ships by the dozen crawled through the inky blackness as they sped away from Luna, it was hardly a surprise that the heart of the Imperium was filled with ships that were headed for every corner of the galaxy. He caught a quick glimpse of the defence fleet as they banked sharply, hundreds of vessels that patrolled as close to Holy Terra as they could risk, millions of men and women crewed those venerable ships and knew that they would likely never even leave their posts.

And then as they realigned he saw it coming, their newly assigned vessel that would ferry the task force to their destination as well as provide fire support if it were so required. The ship sat silently out in the open, left alone and undisturbed by the other ships of the Imperial Knights defence fleet. It seemed the vessel had detached and now awaited its charge before it could depart.

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He watched calmly as they swept along the underside of the ship, it did not take long for their speeding thunderhawk to do so, this was after all only a short vessel when compared to the greater ships within the Imperial Navy or even within the command of the Imperial Knights. They overshot the prow by some way before banking around again, affording him another view of distant Terra, far smaller now then it had been before. He had to marvel at just how quickly they must be moving that it had shrunk near to half its size in the short time that he had lost sight of it. As they re-approached the waiting strike cruiser they finally began to slow down, coming to a crawl as they approached the now visible waiting hanger, the golden light spilling out into the void guided them in like moths to a flame. They were hardly moving as they gently glided inside only to come to halt within the hanger and landing with a soft clang that echoed through the hull. There was a lurching feeling as the floor of the hanger spun their thunderhawk around to face to now closing blast doors of the hanger. He waited for a moment, watching as the darkness of space vanished behind the closing doors before turned and opening the door once more.

Garrius hardly paused as he walked back along the vessel, halting only to allow to door to open fully before he could leave. No doubt they had to wait for a moment for the hanger to re-pressure after venting to allow them to simply enter. Before he could actually be the first to depart however he waited until the servitor who had wheeled his armour onto he craft once more wheeled the sarcophagus out into the waiting hanger. He twisted slightly from where he stood at the top of the ramp to look back at his strike force.
"Commanders report to the bridge, I shall be there shortly." He commanded before turning to follow the servitor before it could run away without him.

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Ordonus, and Michael were both able to gather their gear for the quick trip out towards the Art of Piety. Michael in his case was making sure to arrange for his armor to be fully repaired while aboard. The two of them would converse to some small degree, concerning their own duties off world over the last century. Michael having a small laugh at the expense of the tech marine, only for the two to continue to jest as Ordonus retorted. Not long before landing, Ordonus was quick to inspect what gear he could readily get his hands on, choosing to keep his axe with him for now. Though they would be on the ship still, it was never a good thing for a tech marine to move about without his most precious tool. Having been caught out in the field without it once before, he learned that as long as he was away from their monastery fortress. That he should not let it slip from his person once more, least he be off guard when something arose.

As the doors for their vessel opened, allowing for the occupants to disembark into the massive hull of the cruiser.

Orodonus took the time to unhook his servo harness while in the thunder hawk, and began to follow Garrius. He was rather eager to know what else they could possibly find within this hidden "vault" so to speak. Michael on the other hand was going to have his gear, and armor serviced by the resident tech marines on the ship. Motioning for them to go on without him, and that he would undoubtedly be there soon enough. Knowing full well that it would be courting disaster if he were to rush any part of this activity.

Ordonus kept time with the Captains steps, his axe making singular metallic pangs against the deck of the ship as they walked. It was a strange silence with them being ahead of the others, and a growing notion was building in the tech marine before he was able to give a voice to this feeling. "Captain given my conduct earlier, I feel it is necessary to apologize. This conflict has strained the chapter in both its blood, and steel. But to be frank I honestly don't like the involvement of the Inquisition either, especially if any of Brother Michael's stories are to be construed as true."

"Though I would believe him killing a Deffdread with a guardsman's helmet more readily than most of his fanciful tales."

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As Garrius strode along the narrow corridor, tailing just behind the blessed sarcophagus he became aware that he was annoyingly being tailed. He paused to look back at none other the Techmarine, Ordonus, following shortly after him. With a slightly annoyed huff he stayed where he was and looked at his Brother with a look baring no small amount of disdane.
"Yes Brother? What is the matter now?"
"Captain given my conduct earlier, I feel it is necessary to apologize. This conflict has strained the chapter in both its blood, and steel. But to be frank I honestly don't like the involvement of the Inquisition either, especially if any of Brother Michael's stories are to be construed as true."

This illicited another sigh of exasperation from the young Captain. The overly analytical nature of the Techmarine was starting to irk him, Imperial Knights were trained in the arts of diplomacy and tact, it was not often that one of their number decided to entirely disregard such teachings as it seemed Ordonus had. But more importantly than that if every member of the command squad was so openly vocal about their mistrust of the Inquisition and their mission then that would certainly not bode well for should it come to pass the Inquisitor was acting on some secret motive. He was certainly keeping his own suspicions very close to his chest at this point.

"Your concerns have been noted Brother. But it is not our place to question the motives of the Emperors Inquisition.
We are His Angels of Death, his Knights, not his Silent Watchers. The Inquisitors will act as they always have and the Knights will serve, as is our duty. Now report to the bridge, the Chapter Master assigned you to this mission so you are naturally a part of my command squad.
" Garrius paused for a moment to ensure that his words did actually sink in before turning and following after his armour once more, which had already vanished into a doorway at the end of the corridor, he assume the ships armoury.






{One hour later}
{Sol System}
{Art of Piety bridge}

It was not a quick and simple process, the equipping and blessing of an Astartes power armour. Each and every piece needed to be inspect with swift hands and an appraising eye before it could then be blessed in the Emperors name that it might protect its wear in the coming battles and all the wars thereafter. And even then once the pieces had all been checked over came the painstakingly difficult and precise task of even putting it onto the Marine who owned it, each piece again being blessed as it was applied and each piece being applied in a very set and specific order. It was a process every Marine was familiar with and not one all enjoyed.

And yet finally, after many prayers, blessing and much wafting of holy incense it was done. Garrius wasted no further time in waiting around, a mission was required of him after all. And so it was only a few minutes after being encased in his armour that he himself appeared on the bridge. He seemed entirely different in his armour of black and gold, decorated simply and only with the smallest of honourees that marked his greatest achievements, Storm Wolf held tight in his grip. Where before he gave off an aura of command now he lived it, his armour gave him the height and bulk enough to tower over mortal men and granted him a fair view over the bridge.

His gaze fell swiftly over the gathered commanders, Brother Sergeants Demephis, Damian and Barnabas stood alongside the Techmarine Ordonus and Librarian Michael. It was good that they were all present for he was not a man to repeat himself. The ships master too was there naturally, not a Knight himself but rather a failed Aspirant who had shown enough promise to not simply be given over the Kasrkins. "Brothers, as you may know we have been given a mission directly by the Inquisition. Our task is simple, infiltrate a planet under siege by greenskins, locate and secure a shrine dedicated to the Adeptus Astartes and recover vital data regarding the early Founding Chapters. The reason for our assignment to this task is simple,
the information contained within that vault supposedly contains information regarding the unknown time of our Chapters Founding, I do not believe I have to state the importance of this mission for future generations of Knights. There is an ssue with this task however. The Inquisition has deemed the threat of the Orks too great to be combated with conventional means and have such declared an Exterminatus upon the planet, which means we shall have to move with as great haste as we dare lest we all be consumed within the firestorm. Are there any questions before we get underway for now is the time to voice them.
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Ambriel makes his way up to the side of the display, and points out several sections of the ridge mapped above their second landing point. "Ork are fond of placing several gun towers along areas like these, with luck they could have enough control of the region to have abandoned them, or scrapped them out entirely." Ordonus is quick to agree with this, having dealt with the same problems in the past. Though they are not much for power, or accuracy. The Ork menace has always proved to employ numbers over any other tactical advantage.

The tech marine had a request for his Captain before the mission was to commence. "I do have the material onboard to requisition several sentry turrets should the need arise. Though seeing as orbital delivery may not be available, I can pack one down for personal transportation into the shrine. Such an asset would prove to be valuable in such enclosed spaces if were to be found out."

Ambriel started to laugh for a moment as he spoke "Either way, its going to be a rather fun game of seek & destroy no matter how this day goes. No matter the instance however, getting out always proves to be a more interested event then the entry."

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Demephis would give a firm nod. "Understood sir, I will not let you or the chapter down." The scout spoke. He was put in charge as second in command. Not that he had no problems with such a role, means he can order his fellow brothers with quicker speeds instead of requesting from a higher ranking battle brother to mobilize the squad. This way, there would be an easier time to move units around.

Of course, they still had to make it in and out alive. Emperor watch over them this day...but of course the news of a turret being available to them would help their chances when they make a defense in the shrine. Other than that, they had a mission to accomplish. And he would like to stay alive another day.