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Ordonus Krull

In the great machine, his soul exist.. we shall give it a voice.. and claws

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

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Tanun Ordonus Krull

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Tanun Ordonus Krull
Alias/Nicknames: - The resolute, Gear of the Emperor, The iron handed, Warp Bane
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Space Marine
Age: - 578
Title: - Tech Marine


APPEARANCE
Height: - 7'5
Weight: - 121 stone (armor & gear included)
Build: - Thick & Barrel chested
Eye Color: - Lite Hazel
Hair Color: - Blonde
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Several scorch marks running across the right side of face, and shoulder.
Description: – Ordonus is a hodgepodge of living mechanical alterations, aside from having both lower legs and his right arm replaced up to the shoulder. Under the armor his body is a running stream of wires and tubes that keep all of this machinery running in sync. His head has several pin rungs, where there is a massive plate under his scalp.




MENTALITY
Friends: - Though he maintains much of the chapters equipment & weaponry, Ordonus only has a few real friends within the whole of his order. Those that would normally find themselves in his company on the field or off it, and the other tech marines.
Likes: - Small intricate machines, working in the chapter forge, recapturing lost technology.
Dislikes: - Wasting resources, mistreatment of equipment, the very mention of a warp smith.
Hobbies: - Aside from work there is no real hobby that Ordonus can boast of, he gets all of the enjoyment of any activity he can have from simply performing his duties around the chapter halls. As long as it involves communing with the machine spirit in some way, he is happy to continue.
Personality: – Like many of his tech marine brothers, Ordonus is sometimes cold and calculating to a fault. That is not to say he does not feel any emotion, but for that to happen he either must be around deal chapter brothers.. or in the presence of an extremely hated foe.


EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Custom Bolter Rifle A heavily calibrated bolter rifle that Ordonus origionally picked up from the battle field in one of his first deployments. This rifle is of an older model than nearly all of the standard issue guns in the chapter, but his modifications have made the weapon just as formidable as the rest. A bragging point that he still joust against his tech marine peers is that the weapon has virtually never jammed.
Servo Harness An amalgam of mechanical arms and tools that affix to the back of Ordanus's power armor. This gear not only allows him to operate with the efficiency of having an extra two pairs of arms. But it also gives him access to some more heavy weapons on the field, with some quick modifications to dispersal output. Giving him both a close range plasma cutter, and a torch that is easily converted into a flamer unit. Not to mention the two heavily armored mechanical arms that can both crush an enemy, or swat him aside with considerable ease.
Axe of the Omnissiah One of only three such weapons in the armory belonging to the chapter. This weapon is not only a symbol of status that Ordanus earned through his years of service on the field of battle. But it is also a power weapon of immense power and usefulness. A coalescing field of energy surrounds the head of the axe, allowing it to sheer through most standard forms of armor with ease. The axe also serves as a ritualistic omni tool, that in many situations can interact with several forms of imperial technology.
Armor: - Artificer Armor The armor that Ordonus wears is not entirely his own, though coming from an age that all armors were once whole and ready. Now most of the armor in the chapters armory is pieced together from other sets, and even other marks. Though this is in some cases a boon more than a hindrance to most, seeing as Ordonus has managed to outfit his frontal plates with earlier sections of storm armor. Giving it stronger frontal plates and a larger support energy reserve.
Accessories: – Ordonus has several small cogs lined on high strength cord that ring his midsection, all taken from choice machinary that did not managed to survive past battles, or those that the chapter was unable to recover.
Miscellaneous: – Ordonus's armor is the standard color for all children of mars, those that spend their years with the tech priest of the forge world all wear the singular red color. However he dares not cover his chapters heraldry, wearing the badge proudly on his left pauldron.

HISTORY
Personal History/Background: - Ordonus was born on the forge world of mars, to a loving family that for all of his showed him how to be reverent into the light of the emperor. His father being a mechanicus technocrat was easily in a place of power, but his siblings were yearning for more than the repetitive turn of iron and gears. The three of them his sister and two brothers joined the imperial guard as part of their means to get away from the usual life on Mars, and partly as imperial compliance with regulations of family service. Though he was far too young to join, he was old enough to be there when his brothers were returned to his family after they failed to come back alive from another of the ork's invasion of Armageddon.

So it was with some reservation that his parents allowed him to take the path that he chose, which was to join the imperium itself and serve as a space marine.. or die trying. Though it was hard for him to pinpoint, either being his faith in the imperium. Or the fact that his parents verdant teaches had prepared him somehow for this in the end. He survived to initial training and augmentation to become a neophyte. Though it was difficult for himself to pull away from his family, he did leave with the knowledge that his sister still survived into her later years of service. Ordonus was not originally called upon to be a tech marine until it was noticed that his aptitude for maintaining his own gear and those of his squad was seen as a vastly deciding factor in many of his past engagements.

With the decision made by his superiors, he was sent back home for the first time in over 300 years to see the planet he knew as a boy. The reunion was short lived though, as venerated battle brother he was whisked away by the tech priest and brought down into the bowls of the mecanicum vaults to be initiated into the throngs of a tech marine. He and only a handful of other battle brothers were trained like this for the next 30 years and in that time he learned more of the machine than he could even imagine. Though it was not without his prior knowledge as a platform, that he could rise so high and so fast in honor with the tech priest. During which time he was offered a gift should he complete his training. Though the thought of a prize was not something that a space marine would jump at, he was interested seeing as the tech priest had brought the mater forward to him. Come to his surprise it was a servo skull of his own, to accompany him on his task and even possibly into battle. An old and maligned thing, covered in spun brass and riveted sections of skull. Past deeds and badges of office littered the floating mass as it buzzed through the air to greet him. Scanning him to recognize its new owner and taking his vocal pattern into record, only as the skull got closer did he noticed the name of the donor, it was his father.

After completing his training among the tech priest of mars and being returned to his chapter, Ordonus has served with distinction. Doing his best to remain true to the bond of blood that holds him to the chapter, and the mental bond that he had to take with the priest of mars. It is always a test on him to keep his loyalties clean and clear, a fact that he can see on his chapter masters face every now and again.

Notable Achievements
*Ordonus once fully connected with a severely damaged reaver titan named the Ignis Fortuna, while searching for a way to deal with a chaos incursion from the warp. The Titan itself had been mostly buried during the time it spent on Igva-II during its original use in the Horus Heresy it was lost. He managed to fired the main melta cannon a recorded three times before his body gave out from the strain of the link. But was able to cause devastating losses on the invading war-band, including the Lord of skulls Ashok the War Harold.
*In the long fight against a remnant of a tyranid hive fleet, Ordonus was able to amass a defense against the mass wave tactics used by the xenos enemy. Refitting several banks of tarantula turrets with his own addition of a heavy flamer, and connected their feeds directly into the cities fuel supply. The onslaught only lasted for three days until reinforcements could arrive. But his modifications were eventually taken note of by more chapters in the imperium, especially the Blood Ravens chapter, who now use the modifications in their Baal predator tank configurations.
*His most notable victory was when a routine incursion with chaos evolved into a full out war that last nearly five years, and involved three full chapters. Doing battled with war-bands of chaos undivided. The Iron Warriors were the most difficult to remove thanks to being entrenched in a massive sunken valley on Dovi-V. They would bombard allied positions from a vastly protected defiled monastery fortress. Ordonus was one of three chapter tech marines to lead in with modified vindicator shells of their own design. Breaking into the fortified position, and taking part in the full charge against the forces of chaos. He was the one to personally challenge the Warp Smith Trellion Iron Bound, and defeating him along with his Maulerfiend pet.

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Ordonus Krull's Story

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{MK.999}
{Segmentum Solar}
{Sol System}
{Luna}
{Imperial Knight Fortress - Valiant Charge - Forge}

Ordonus Krull

The clamoring and incesent battering of metal on metal is all that fills these great halls, through most hours of Luna's great cycle around Terra itself. If one could take the time to focus and look they would see all manner of servitors, cyber-cherubs, and servo-skulls whizzing about in the pursuit of fulfilling their masters orders. Techmarines and neophytes, as well as other battle brothers are below on the main floor looking after their own gear and that of the whole chapter. A litany of jammed bolter casings and discarded materials are laid on the deck, only for a servitor to patter by and scoop up the castings and return them to the vast smelters for reconstitution.

Ordonus himself was there with two of his brother tech marines, each preaching their prayers of soothing over the blasted body of a predator tank as it rested on the lift before them. It was a sad day for the three of them, being on the the only tanks to be issued among the fighting of the war with the orks and only one of the two tanks to make it back. They tried to save the machine spirit as best they could only for the tanks soul to give out on the trip back to the protected halls of their hallowed fortress. The best they could do now was to have its body returned to the forge for heavy repairs, and with all that remained of its form a new tank could be brought into the chapters fold. The three tech marines worked with a blinding speed, rendering it down to only its initial frame in a matter a few short minutes. Ordonus took this time to pick a cracked and scorched gear from the tanks main turret housing, slipping it into a large leather pouch on his side for later.

His two brothers looked at him, seeing as he was the ranking marine among them they would sequester to his thoughts on what to do with the rest of the tanks resources. He summoned several servitors to his aid as he gave out orders over vox caster, to undercut the thundering sound of the armory around them. "The hull shall remain as it is and returned to the forge to be made whole once more, render the bolters down to separate them and they shall be sent back to the armory until further notice." The other tech marines gave a nod of acknowledgement before moving on and detaching the said parts, before removing themselves from the platform. Leaving Ordonus there for some time as he looked on with the servitors moving the heavy bulk of the chassis away, leaving just the blown out cannon barrel hanging on several strong lengths of chain. He set upon the barrel with his plasma cutter, sheering away the ruptured metal from what little remained of the turrets housing. He could even see what remained of the battle brothers armor that had fused to the inside of the compartment. That as well was removed with the utmost care that he could provide, though the bulk of the armor was beyond repair. Several sections of the right gauntlet were still usable, despite how much cleaning would need to proceed its handing to a new bearer.

As he was finishing, a scrying unit approached with the total amount of losses and gains that had been tallied over the last few months. Though he would have been gracious to have this information when he asked for it all that time ago, he was pleased to see that the losses were not outweighing the gains their chapter has made. A feeling that could be akin to relief was starting to swell up within him, until the servitor also began to read out several of the lost that were unaccounted for from the battle. Not only was a deadening number of battle brothers to be seen on the list, the chapter also lost several of its more prized war machines including the Lunar Hound. A land raider that Ordonus himself remembers being there to work on from the beginning of his service to the chapter, and like that his heart began to sink again. "So much success, yet the defeats no matter how small still sting don't they?" The servitor in front of him says nothing as was the usual thing for such beings devoted to the machine in this way.

The sound of a plasma coil could be heard overcharging behind him, eliciting a bright blue flash of light and forcing him to turn. Apparently someone had dropped a primed core from the loading wracks and all he could see were bodies scattering to reconcile what happened in the blast. The servitors were on it in a matter of moments however, and not even a minute had passed before movement had to the floor had been restored. Ordonus looked on with a sigh in the back of his throat.. "Maybe we can use another mission.. these initiates are starting to irk me."

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Garrius was silent for a time as he walked a half pace both beside and behind the Chapter Master, his words turning over in his mind. It was not uncommon for the Inquisition to give the Imperial Knights a written decree, their location within the Sol system meant they were effectively at the beck and call of any of the higher powers that so desired to make use of their strength. More than once the Knights had been charged with tracking down and detaining Space Wolves of the Wolf Blade who had overstepped the boundaries of their charge. They were in good terms with the local Arbites, though crime was indeed rare to the public eye, the sight of the giants of shining blue in the morning sun was enough to deter all but the most foolhardy.

It was not that they were being called upon to serve once more than lingered within his mind, and indeed troubled him slightly, there was simply too many holes in this. Firstly the Inquisition had more than the right and knowledge to locate any one Company of the Imperial Knights, yet they went directly to the very top to get what they wanted. That meant that it was something big, far bigger than was presently within their power to control... Or the other possibility was that they simply did not know how best to deal with it and were hoping that the Knights themselves would provide. Which suggested either something monumental or on the other side of the spectrum was something that required a great deal of stealth and forward planning that could not be allowed to spread to the larger Imperium.

He kept his theorising to himself however, knowing full well that his Chapter Master would reveal no more than he felt the Captain needed to know. It was a hard fact of life, that he had the mind of the shrewd diplomat just as much as he did the courageous warrior, it was indeed one of the assets of a potentate commander who allowed himself to seem weak or eluded even his own men's questions. As they arrived at their destination, the large and heavy doors to the Council chamber which stood open ready to receive them like the maw of some great beast, the two Thunder Warriors who stood watch over the entrance knelt at the sight of the Chapter Master. The black clad Marines were littered with purity seals and their armour was studded and blessed, a clear sign of the newer Errant class power armour. Held firmly in their fists, with points all but planted into the ground were power swords far more ancient than any lowly Marine, relics of an age long past that the Chapter records couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Inside the chamber itself was a large round wooden table, the names of every member of the Council of Elders over the last three thousand years was carved into the wood, a proud memorial of those ancient heroes long gone. Surrounding the table on all sides were twenty nine chairs, three for each of the Companies with the last two facing across from each other, one by the door and the other by the far wall, where none other than the Chapter Master himself sat.

They were not the firsts to arrive and indeed it seemed likely that they were indeed the last to make their entrance to the chamber. Sat in his seat, directly to the Chapter Masters right was Captain Axel Ross, a proud man who dressed his armour in the memory of his great deeds and past success, apparently not wanting to wait until he fall before his deeds were recorded within the Hall. Garrius found the mans desires to display his achievements as arrogant and overbearing, it was a fatal flaw that was seeping into the mans entire Company under his command. Even his Librarian who sat next to him was garbed much the same, with intricate detailing added to his armour to make him seem more impressive.

In stark contrast, sat opposite the Captain were the Chaplains Cato Silcus and Marinus Vex, twinned with command of their Company they often resided as both their spiritual commanders as easily as much as they did their material ones. Both were grim and stone faced and seemingly entirely without remorse or mercy for the foes of the Emperor or the Imperium. It was always good to see the pair of them in the same room as Captain Ross, who seemed to find their presance grated against him, a fact which always amused Garrius.

The Captain too his own seat, situated just to the left of the Chaplains and across and down from place from Captain Ross. He saw further down the table Captain Plious Revard sat, his own Chaplain sat with him. Both men were old even by the standards of Space Marines and it was well known that they held a kinship stronger than any other, they had after all been initiates together and fought shoulder to shoulder in every campaign ever since. Garrius had a great deal of respect for the venerable pair, they stood as a testament to the unbreakable will of the Chapter.

His eyes drifted to the very far end of the table, the other seat which was reserved for dignitaries and was placed with its back to the door had done well to hide the man sitting upon it. He wore a cloak of red which hung from shoulder pads that seemed to be attempting to consume his head, which was practically bald except for a ring of thin, grey hairs that timidly reached out from behind the mans ears. The ever present I of the Inquisition hung from a pendant around the mans neck, so large was it that it was a marvel he could even lift it with his shoulders being dragged down by his shoulder pads. The Inquisitor was clearly thin under his billowing mass of cloth and robe and he carried a look of tired boredom in his dull eyes. It was a look of a man who was so used to getting what he wanted that any challenge did little more than bore him.

"If we are all here may we finally begin? We are short for time as it is." Garrius raised a scarred eyebrow at the impatient tone of the Inquisitor. He couldn't help but noticing that his voice was in a word unusual. It had the signature tones and sound drops of a native Terran but it sounded too much like someone who was putting on the accent or had lived there for long enough that it would begin to replace their own accent yet had not yet reached that point. His eyes darted back up the table to where the Chapter Master had finally sat in his own chair. The ancient Knight gave no sign of having heard the Inquisitor at first until his shrouded eyes flashed up, fixing the man in his enigmatic gaze.

"Brothers, I present to you Inquisitor Kalas Beran, Inquisitor of the Ordo Astartes, I believe you have a request of us Inquisitor." The bald man was clearly a bit more put off by being interrupted in turn, gritting his back teeth as he spoke.
"Indeed I do. It has come to the attention of the Ordo Astartes that a reliquary of lost knowledge has been relocated." It was here that the Inquisitor slid out a small metallic disk from somewhere in the swath of cloth that made up the robes that clung all around him like they were absorbing him. Placing the disk on the table before him and pressing a series of hidden buttons the disk lit up, projecting a rotating planet into the air. The world was a dim green with a singular, enormous ocean cutting the two continents in half. There was a glowing yellow point within a mountainous region on the smaller of the two landmasses, it was here Kalas pointed. "Which is here, however there is a problem." Pressing another button the land masses changed colour, nearly a full half of both continents were varying shades of red against a sea of steady green. "The planet is currently swarming with Orcs and as you can see, the reliquary is deep within Greenskins territory. Normally this would not be an issue, but remote access to the facility has failed a number of times and the local PDF have been unable to spare any Valkyries to attempt an air assault. Matters have been complicated further in the face of the fact that the Orks have gained momentum, pushing the PDF back further in the past two weeks than they had in a month. This has worried the Ordo Xenos enough that they have already authorised an exterminatus of the world. Were it not for this reliquary then none would even mark its passing, the world is fundamentally unimportant to the extreme, not fertile enough to be a true agriworld and only beginning to form its first hive cities."

"And what, Inquisitor, is so important in that vault that you would send us before all others to retrieve it."
"Put simply Captain, it contained recordings of the second half the first dozen Foundings, as well information of Chapters from previous Foundings. It is not entirely known of how old the Imperial Knights are, am I not wrong? Consider this a gift for your service, the chance to discover more about the origins of your chapter." There was a moments silence as each of the gathered Council pondered the Inquisitors words. It was indeed true that they knew little of their own origins and the chance to discover more would do a great deal to improve their understanding of their past, not to mention grant the Captain that reclaimed it greater glory.

"If it is the case then that we must reclaim this lost knowledge then I propose we do so in force, a large enough task force can draw these Orcs away from the reliquary and this would give us enough time to entrench and pour through the records at our own leasuire before the Orcs even attempt to begin to assail out position." It was none other than Captain Ross who put forward the plan. It was one that bore all of the mans marks, one that would eventually get the job done but not before performing some heroic theatrics beforehand. This valiant defense he envisioned could so easily turn against them that it hardly warranted explaining, but Garrius at least had to counter in some form.
"A good plan, though costly and time consuming. These are seemingly not mindless Orcs, but rather have been able to advance far quicker than they should. We do not have the time to waste here in establishing a stronghold to hold off the tides of Greenskins when the entire planet will soon be destroyed. I propose we take the opposite path, a small strike force enters the planet with the utmost stealth, retrieves as much data as possible whilst clearing the local area of any Orcs that could alert the larger horde. They would move quickly and lightly and be gone before the enemy could truly react." He could see his rivals eyes tighten with silent annoyance though he made no outwards sign of it.

"Two differing ideologies present themselves before us." The calm, calculated voice of the Chapter Master snaked its way down the length of the table, cooling the hostilities between the two rival Captains. All eyes turned to look at the venerable Chapter Master, his own eyes unreadable as they drifted slowly from one Captain to the other, it was clear that their ideas and plans stood in direct opposition to the others. "It would appear that one course is as good as the other, one through force of arms and one through force of will. We so gathered here shall vote upon it."

"I vote Captain Ross." The first vote cast was naturally from his loyal Librarian, the glory hounds backed each other.
"I vote Captain Zerge." Cato Silcus spoke his support, one he had hoped for, the Chaplain was more reserved and preferred to keep his men in more tactical positions rather than risk them in prolonged combat.
"I vote Captain Ross." Marinus Vex cast the vote back, he was a man who led from the front, spewing oaths and prayers as he charged forth, no doubt he saw this more of a chance to bring the fight to the foes of the Emperor rather than the poorly veiled attempt at glory.
"I vote Captain Ross." Garrius felt his throat clench in annoyance, he had not expected the vote to go so swiftly against him, had there been more members present to voice their opinions chances were the vote would have swung quickly his way.
"I vote Captain Zerge." His head snapped across to look at Captain Revard, the two shared a brief look before their gazes detached. Captain Revard was known for his careful planning and almost always threw his vote into the winning side, what game was he playing at?
"I vote Captain Zerge." The voice of the Chapter Master spilled out once more, a vote that brought it into a tie didn't make a great deal of sense, until that was everyone looked down at the table, to the last remaining vote.

As the guest speaker the matter of resolving the tie fell to the Inquisitor, who took a moment to even realise all eyes were looking at him, presumably having lost interest in following the swing of the vote. His dull eyes switched from Marine to Marine, a poorly attempt to look cold and calculating spread across his uncertain face.
"I... I vote for Captain Zerge" He spoke finally, clearly questioning his own decision.

"It is elected then. Captain Zerge, you shall go to this planet with a small strike force. You shall be granted a single Thunderhawk gunship as well as the strike cruiser Art of Piety. You shall take no more than fifteen Knights with you on your mission, pick them wisely. This mission is one that requires both stealth and finesse, it is for these reasons I am assigning the veteran Sergeant Demephis to act as your scout, whilst your need for accessing the machines which hold the records we seek shall go to the Techmarine, Brother Ordonus Krull. They shall be signalled and shall meet you in the lower hanger, locate your chosen men as fast as you can and depart as soon as you are ready. Time is of the essence Captain. We stand watch."

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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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Ordonus looked on as the Captain filled them out with the necessary details, no problem could be found with their mission. Not that he really had any reason to see a problem at the moment. The lot of them in the past have been issued commands that might even seem contradictory to the fact of their creed. But they have also been under the command of more than just the chapter master as well, and that knowledge was more than enough to prepare them for what was lying ahead of them.

He gestured slowly towards the main display on the bridge of the planet in question, and spoke. "Is there any indication of the condition that the facility may be in? Were we to find it covered in the blasphemous works of the Ork horde, that could complicate much of the issue. Much less making way through their own...contraptions could prove rather hazardous to both us, and our target." He posed a rather simple question, though it was calculated, and straightforward. Just like any other Tech Marine could put it.

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"So, if the ork threat on the planet is deemed dangerous enough to warrant the planets destruction...I can assume we will be dealing with the brunt of an entire ork force...Not an easy task. However I never expect anything to go easy, I ask permission when we arrive on the planet for me to be deployed in advance to mark all enemy locations as we advance to where the vault is located. Greenskin patrols, camps, and any routes to take to avoid the threat. We must do well to avoid wasting time dealing with the greeskins of the ground, the firestorm will wipe them out so we need to make sure everyone knows this." Demephis spoke his piece.

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Garrius listened in silence to the question poised by the Techmarine, it was a valid and one that he himself had wondered after. Indeed there was something unforthcoming about the information given by the Inquisitor, they were given the location of this hidden reliquary and the knowledge that it was deep within the territory of the Orkish horde but did not decide to give anything else, nothing about the resistance they would face nor the terrain that they would come across. The entire thing smelled distinctly of the Inquisitions underhand ways, though he kept these thoughts firmly to himself.

"Unfortunately Brother, the good Inquisitor was far less forthcoming in any concrete details of what we shall have to have. I hardly believe this is a concern however, we are still Knights, no Ork bastion could halt us. All we know is that it is deep within greenskin territory and perhaps swarming with their filth. We should be cautious as we land upon the planet."

His attention was drawn away by Demephis, the veteran Scout Sergeant remained ever practical and always with the mission in mind. It was no small surprise that he had been assigned to this mission if he was quick to draw on his strengths to support their mission, he found himself rather enjoying the likemindedly practicality of the Sergeant. "It was my intention for the thunderhawk to make a narrow pass of the shrine in order for the sensors to establish what threat we may find ourselves facing,
we will then continue onwards roughly two miles were you shall rapidly disembark and make your way to the shrine. The thunderhawk will then turn about and three miles on the far side I, Librarian Ambriel and Sergeant Damian shall disembark and approach the shrine. Sergeant Barnabas and Brother Ordonus shall remain aboard the thunderhawk until the shrine is clear at which point you shall land and assist in clearing the shrine as well as retrieving the data we have come for. Sergeant Demephis, you are the most experienced of us here and this is your area of expertise so I am appointing you as my second in command. Ships master when you are ready get us underway, we have a mission to fulfil.
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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.