Introduction: Old Dogs, New Tricks (IC)

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Aisha recovers from the pain in her leg enough to stand and aim her narthecium at the worst of her damage. She barely hears the sound of the horde somewhere in the distance over the pain. Quickly, she grits her teeth and jams the narthecium into her thigh, willing herself to stand strong once again in name of the Emperor.

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Sarlock and Gunter move to boulders covering the Eastern approach to the plateau while Yngvar moves to the North side. From his position Yngvar can effectively cover the North to North East; Gunter can cover the East only; Sarlock can effectively cover the South and South East. As soon as the Marines get into position, the source of the howling becomes clear. A screeching thriving mass of Tyranids are approaching your position from the East.

Covered in chitin plating with all of their appendages ending in sharp talons, the horde swells and moves with a unified purpose. Before long the source of this unity is clear as a much larger creature within the swarm allows its presence to be known. Rising up to its full height it matches that of a fully armored Astartes. It proudly displays a layered row of hard chitin plating from its brow back beyond its head - its maw row upon row of razor sharp teeth. All around it the smaller creatures crawl and jump, moving outward and inward, wordlessly being guided where to go and what to do. Their mission is clear - kill anything that is not Tyranid. The swarm is 200 meters out and has not yet taken notice to you.

Meanwhile, as Aisha tends to her wounds with a practiced calm and expert skill, Pax begins examining the metallic object with more earnest. Further visual inspections confirm nothing more than he already knew, so he decides to reach in and attempt to manipulate it physically...

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Gunter sizes up the group of amassed bodies and reacts as soon as he deems them a threat, firing into the thickest portion of them. His shot is right on target, tearing into the closest pocket of enemy Tyranids that seem to dissapear with the well-aimed shot, only to be soaked up and replaced with many more. With a scream, the large creature among them lets lifts all four of its monstrous sharp talons to the sky and points its bio weapon toward the group. You now have their full attention.

The rest of the group fails to fire, knowing that the weapons they have equipped cannot yet cover the distance to hit the horde.

***
Horde Magnitude 46, numbering in the hundreds; No longer surprised.
Gunter - Bolter [26/28]

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Round 1

The Warrior screams again and the horde shifts on the ground, reminiscient of a living ocean. A tide of death. They direct their attention at you and as one begin sprinting across the open ground, doing the best they can to cover the distance between you in the shortest amount of time possible. Moving at an impossible speed for its size, the towering nightmare moves with the swarm, covering almost the same amount of distance as the smaller, much more agile creatures as if through will alone.

Pax looks up as the report from Gunter`s bolter lifts him from his intense focus. He almost touched the damn thing, which he knew was a bad call but curiosity almost got the best of him. Luckily, it didn`t. Realizing what the metal object`s purpose is he backs away and addresses the group as the tide of enemies sprints towards them, "We will want to kill the big warrior first," he says, his Vox hopefully carrying the mechanical sound of his autotuned voice to his comrades. "He controls the rest. And don't touch this thing unless you value being used as a tyranid fem-breeder."

Aisha holsters her sword and bolt pistol, drawing her trusted bolter in what seems like a nano-second. She lines up a shot on the incoming horde and squeezes the trigger. The long distance and snowy weather conditions must have affected the trajectory of the bolt-round; she watches as it explodes into the ground just in front of the approaching horde.

***
Enemy Horde 11; Magnitude 46 (numbering in the hundreds); 140m out.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14].
Aisha 9; Bolter [27/28].
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Bolt Pistol [13/14]
Gunter 7; Bolter [26/28]

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Round 1

Yngvar, not needing to be told or directed how to act ignites his jump pack again and sets off toward the horde at full speed. He glides along the Northern rim of the slope (which extends roughly 60m from the top of the plateau to the valley bottom) for 44 meters before coming to a surprisingly agile stop behind one of the last large boulders available. He peaks out from around the corner and confirms that the horde has not changed its course. Satisfied, he pulls a Krak grenade from his belt and holds it firm in his left hand, feeling comforted at the weight of the dangerous explosive. With a casual flick of his wrist, he flips his chainsword over in his hand in anticipation. Once, then twice, awaiting the onslaught.

Sarlock places the weapon in the optimal position sticking out from behind the rock. The sights lock on and he can see
Sarlock wastes not a second after Yngvar is in the air to jump into action. With his head poking over his cover and his heavy bolter leaning out to the right of the boulder, Sarlock grits his teeth and feels the small tingle of the hairs on the back of his neck before every squeeze of his mighty weapon's trigger. He places the weapon in the optimal position sticking out from behind the rock. The weapon`s mounted optics lock on and he can see everything through his helmet`s heads-up-display. He takes a breath, feeling the excitement rush through him. He has waited for this moment ever since he left for the Deathwatch. He excels in these situations. And he is about to prove it to his teammates. His new brethren.
He exhales and lets his finger squeeze the trigger, the horde approaching in his sights. The heavy bolter whirs into action, an explosive sound of gunfire rings out around them all. Faithful as always, it screams in his hands, yet hardly bucks; his strength and reinforced power armor keeping it well on target even though it created enough force to crush a lesser man's bones.
He whispers into the vox, "Every foe I slay, makes my hatred purer."
He moves the barrel just barely from left to right, tearing a great swathe out of the front and sides of the Horde. The majority of his victims simply explode under the monumental force of being hit by multiple 60mm rounds. As the rounds tear through their victims they explode, tearing through even more enemies, showering them in shrapnel. But for all the damage it inflicts, for all the Hormagaunts it fells in one burst, more jump into their place and maintain their charge.

Gunter holds his position, as stoic as ever, in the center of slope where it meets the plateau. He keeps his Bolter focussed on the mass of enemies, squeezing off four shots in equal intervals. He is like a machine for the rigid discipline he displays in his shots. Each round impacts the horde at a different location, tearing maws and legs off of some, disembowling and decapitating others. But still they come, spurned on by their leader who maintains silence as it runs full speed at you. Perhaps this is most unnerving of all, for the rest of the horde is loud and full of screeches and screams.

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Enemy Horde 11; Magnitude 33 (numbering in the hundreds); 140m out.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [27/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Krak Grenade; in cover 44m West of Squad/96m East of Horde. [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [244/250]; in cover. [squad mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [22/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 2

The horde maintains its pace, covering another 60 meters of open ground. You can see the determination on the faces of the enemy as they cover ground faster than one would expect of such a large group of creatures. The large beast among them remains silent, galloping on multiple deadly legs.

***
Enemy Horde 11; Magnitude 33 (numbering in the hundreds); 80m West of squad.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [27/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Krak Grenade; in cover 44m West of Squad/36m East of Horde. [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [244/250]; in cover. [squad mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [22/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 2

Reactions: Gunter continues his disciplined firing speed, sending another round spot on target, silently revelling in the majesty of how much damage one single blessed bolter round can do to a jam packed horde of enemy combatants. (ooc: sorry, I forgot to add reactions and had to edit them in. Aisha`s is added into her actual turn).

Seeming to come out of his techno-xenos-reverie, Pax rushes into action, passing by Gunter on his North and establishing himself behind a large boulder 5 meters down the Western slope. Aided by his servo-arm, he begins reinforcing weak points in the boulder with extra rocks laying around, using impeccable skill and focus.

Aisha rushes forward, firing off a shell on the move. The bolter round impacts a hormagaunt in the leg, but fails to detonate. She curses the machine spirit of the dud shell as it failed to do its duty. Establishing herself behind a large boulder opposite of Pax, to the South, she fires off another shell haphazardly, not looking to see if she scored a hit, she instead focuses on the Battle-Brothers around her, fearing that they may soon need her medical expertise.

***
Enemy Horde 11; Magnitude 28 (numbering in the hundreds); 80m West of squad.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [25/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Krak Grenade; in cover 44m West of Squad/36m East of Horde. [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [244/250]; in cover. [squad mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [21/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 2

Yngvar ignites his jump pack and land 12 meters East of the approaching horde. "Hey, ye' pricks, I'm here for the Fookin' snowball fight," he bellows as he extends his arm back and takes aim at the Tyranid Warrior with his Krak grenade. He throws it, but the increasing snowfall mixed with the speed of the horde causes the smallest of variation in his trajectory. The Krak Grenade lands to the left (South) of his intended target and detonates, absolutely decimating two of the smaller Hormagaunts next to it. He immediately pulls his Combat Knife into his left hand, flipping it and his chainsword in a forward arc, begging the enemy to close for the inevitable melee. "COME ON THEN, YE BASTARDS" he screams as he revvs his chainsword to its maximum RPMs.

Sarlock locks onto the large Tyranid Warrior silently loping along with the Hormagaunts. Anger boils up inside of him at the sight of it. Looking over its biological form he recites a shortened Iron Hands prayer of hatred that finishes with, "The flesh is weak, isn't it?" As soon as the words screech out of his mechanically altered voice the Heavy Bolter is singing its song once again. His first round plows into a small group of Hormagaunts [OOC: 2 mag damage] in front of the Warrior as the rest find their marks along its body, arms and head. Meat, chittin and ichor fill the sky as the mass-reactive rounds take chunks out of it. It buries its head as the rounds hit, letting the hardened crown take the most of the damage. No longer silent, it screams more in furious rage than in actual pain, and you wonder if it can feel pain at all. But you take heart in the hope that it can. Even through its greivous injuries, it continues to make its way toward you, fury in its red and black eyes.

As Sarlocks tracer rounds speed toward the Tyranid Warrior in what looks like a solid streak of incredibly hot light, Gunter maintains his poise. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. He keeps mental count of his rounds as he expends them, expertly sinking them into the horde in a valiant effort to lower their numbers before they are upon the squad. Monsters explode and die, writhing in agony under his calculated assault, but even still more swarm to take their place. While you notice an obvious difference in the size of the horde, close to two hundred of the creatures still make their way toward your position.

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Enemy Horde 11; Magnitude 19 (numbering over 150 Hormagaunts); 80m West of squad.
Tyranid Warrior 11; Has taken 36 wounds.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [25/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; in cover 68m West of Squad/12m East of Horde; 2/3 Krak; 2/3 FP remaining. [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [238/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [17/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Reactions : Pax finishes improving his cover and is pleased with what a fine job he did in a short amount of time. He looks to the fastly approaching horde and holsters the pistol in his right hand onto the armor of his right thigh. Meanwhile, Gunter continues cooly shooting at the horde as it closes. Each time the Bolter recoils he watches as the tyranid wave collapses further and he recognizes that there will hardly be enough enemies to lap around the high ground at the rate they're falling. And they're close enough for the Bolt Pistols to make a difference! "Keep shooting! We'll switch to melee when they close." Aisha follows Gunter's orders to the letter, firing another shot into the dwindling horde, but unsure if it caused any damage.

Round 3

The horde storms over, on top of, and around Yngvar, making its way to the larger group of Space Marines. As they pass, multiple Hormagaunts lash out and slash at him, hoping to take a chunk out of him but not losing sight of the bigger threat due to their leadership from the Synapse Creature among them. The Hormagaunts slash out and with their talons, but they all fall short of penetrating the mighty Space Wolf's Power Armor. The Tyranid Warrior stops and turns to face Yngvar with a small retinue of Hormagaunts while the remainder keep running toward the slope. The Warrior screams in Yngvar's face, steam coming out of its ichor stained mouth and it lashes out at Yngvar with three vicious swipes of its talons. Yngvar raises his chainsword and parries the first blow, sending it screeching over his right shoulder Pauldron. The second two come down too fast for him to react. The Warrior plants them firmly into Yngvar's left leg, penetrating into his armor and gashing into his flesh.

Pax pulls a Frag grenade off of his belt and throws it toward the horde in a singular motion. Before the grenade lands he has another in his hand and is tossing it as well, albeit changing the arch slightly to get the best possible affect against the horde. The first grenade explodes, but most of the force is focused into the ground and at foot level, its shrapnel imbedding into the Hormagaunts chitin plating but failing to penetrate. The second Frag explodes with much more force mid-bounce, shredding through multiple Hormagaunts, tearing them limb from limb.

Aisha aims her Bolter at the mass of unclean before her. Each scrap of flesh, blood and bone was an affront to the Emperor. She takes a moment to secure her position behind the boulder. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the litter of still squirming fleshborer-ammunition she just pulled out of her body. Soon the responsibility of medical aid would rest on her shoulders and she must not fail in her task. She squares her shoulders and take aim at the horde in front of her.

Of all the scum and unclean she annihilated in the name of the Emperor, none's extermination was so sweet as the Tyranids. In each slavering maw she saw her old team as shredded pieces and bits of bone. Hatred engulfed her with each squeeze of the trigger and momentary happiness flashed over her with each glorious explosion of Bolter fire and steel.

***
Enemy Horde A 11; Magnitude 5 (in the dozens); 20m West of squad.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Has taken 36 damage; in melee with Yngvar.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining; 1/3 Frags. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/in melee with small horde/Tyranid Warrior; 2/3 Krak; 2/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage. [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [238/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [17/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 3

Crouching after the Tyranid's attack, Yngvar can feel the sensation of cool air diffusing through the hole in his armor and over the fresh wound inflicted by the drooling, uncouth beast. "Luck to be down wind, I suppose" he mutters, raising his head and gripping his blades, he unleashes a furious assault. He swings his chainsword in an overhead arc, gritting his teeth as the diamond tipped blades saw against reinforced chitin bio-armor. Using this as a diversion, he thrusts out with his combat knife, aiming for the beast's heart. At the last minute it moves to the side, catching the combat blade in one of its right arms. Black blood pools out and it screams; perhaps they do feel pain after all. With a downward chop he swings his chainsword again, hoping to end the fight, but the creature backs away just in the nick of time and Yngvar hits nothing but air.

***
Enemy Horde A 11; Magnitude 5 (in the dozens); 20m West of squad.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Has taken 39 damage; in melee with Yngvar.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining; 1/3 Frags. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/in melee with small horde/Tyranid Warrior; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [238/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [17/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 3

Sarlock eyes the combat between his new Battle Brother and the bleeding Warrior Tyranid Synapse Creature. He has heard that to steal a Space Wolf's kill might just enrage the wolf rather than garner his thanks. He takes a breath and looks at the Warrior ready to attack his new Brother.

"Apologies, Space Wolf," he says over the open vox. A toothy metal smiles plays on his lips.

He pulls the trigger, watching as his rounds race toward their target...

... Yngvar takes a heavy breath and eyes the Warrior in front of him, catching sight of something more sinister in the horde that just passed him.

"There's another one hiding in the horde!" He transmits over the Vox, hoping his Battle Brothers are disciplined enough to pay attention to the comms during combat. But he has no time to visually check if they received his message as another blow comes down and he parries with his chainsword, revving the RPMs in one fluid movement watching chitin and bone saw away into the air. Out of the corner of his eye he sees three more of the beasts razor-sharp hidden arms lunge for him. Clever bastard he thinks, knowing he won't have time to parry. Before he can react the creature stops in place for a millisecond. Almost too fast for even a superhuman Astartes to notice. It's face bends at an impossible angle, then seemingly bucks and crumples, as if imploding from the inside. Its neck snaps and sprays a shower of blood, sending its screaming head tumbling to the ground. Yet before the head drops more than a few inches it explodes, showering Yngvar in gore. The Tyranid Warrior's body follows suite - arms and legs erupting under a withering hail of fire that decimates every last inch of the creature's existence and the twenty odd Hormagaunts that stayed with it. Fire, steel, bone and meat dance in a three meter circle just in front of Yngvar. Soon the screams die off while the ring and reverberation of a heavy bolter hangs thick in the air.

Gunter fires another volley, but is perturbed slightly when more than a few of his rounds miss their mark, either exploding between Hormagaunts that are not packed as tightly together, or fly wild perhaps due to increasingly poor weather.

***
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Magnitude 5 (dozens); 20m West of squad.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining; 1/3 Frags. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [232/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [13/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Reactions: As the horde approaches up the slope, still running and only 15 meters West of Pax, he tosses his final Frag grenade in an effort to wipe them out before they can get in range for close combat. However, he misjudges he throw with the much smaller horde and his Frag lodges itself in one of the small rocks that litter the snowy slope. It detonates in front of the horde, sending a few smaller Hormagaunts off the edge in a bloody mess.

***
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Magnitude 4 (dozens); 20m West of squad.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining; 0/3 Frags. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/48m West of Horde; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [232/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [12/28]; in cover. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 4

It is now painfully obvious to all of the squad that something more sinister was coming toward them. Besides those few who noticed it almost too late, the near constant thinning of the eyeless horde of chittering Hormagaunts revealed a large form attempting to run as low to the ground as possible without making a sound. As the last of the gunfire quiets down and the horde is no longer able to provide concealment for it, a giant Tyranid Warrior emerges, much like the one Sarlock just eliminated but with one horrific difference. In one leap it clears a vertical ten feet as two enormous leathery wings unfold from its back. Once in the air above what's left of its near decimated horde of underlings, it aims a grotesque looking biocannon at Gunter. Staring directly at the face mask of the Templar, you wonder for a moment if it knows that Gunter is leading the squad, and in that moment it fires. [OOC: Gunter has no reactions left this round and cannot Dodge] The repugnant ammunition tears into the rock covering Gunter's left leg He can feel the rock shake and heat up, melting in places, realizing that the bioweapon was causing some sort of energy damage. The boulder has taken a beating, but will hold for now.

Now that they are within range, the remaining horde of dozens of Hormagaunts charges up the slope slathering at the mouth to engage all of the Astartes in melee and devour their victims. As the horde rapidly covers the distance, they strike out at any and all in their way. All of the Marines feel multiple rending claws and jaws attempt to penetrate their armor. But the Marines easily defend against the overwhelming majority of the attacks. One Hormagaunt lands a solid hit against Pax's right leg. And Pax feels a sting as the Hormagaunt's talons find a weak point to get through in his Armor plate and punches into the flesh of his thigh.

***
Tyranid Warrior "Shrike" Biomorph 14; 5m above the squad, directly above Pax (5m West of Gunter and Sarlock).
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Magnitude 4 (dozens); in melee w/Pax, Aisha, Gunter and Sarlock.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 14/14; R: 13/14]; 1/3 FP remaining; 0/3 Frags; Has taken 5 damage (light damage); in melee with horde. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining; in melee with horde. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/Horde; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [232/250]; in cover; in melee with horde. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [12/28]; in cover (Cover has 4 AP remaining); in melee with horde. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 4

Pax grits his teeth, feeling a wash of cleansing hatred replace the momentary pain in his leg. More angry at the damage to his armor than to his body, he pushes the pistol in his left hand into the mouth of the Hormagaunt that struck him and pulls the trigger three times in rapid succession. The Hormagaunt's head disappears in an avalanche of righteous gore, while the remaining rounds find similar targets elsewhere.

***
Tyranid Warrior "Shrike" Biomorph 14; 5m above the squad, directly above Pax (5m West of Gunter and Sarlock).
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Magnitude 2; in melee w/Pax, Aisha, Gunter and Sarlock.
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 11/14]; 0/3 FP remaining; 0/3 Frags; Has taken 5 damage (light damage); in melee with horde. [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Bolter [20/28]; 4/5 FP remaining; in melee with horde. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/Horde; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [232/250]; in cover; in melee with horde. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [12/28]; in cover (Cover has 4 AP remaining); in melee with horde. [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 4

Aisha expertly stows her Bolter as what is left of the horde masses around the squad. She draws her blade, a honed gleaming sword in a normal human's hand, and slashes at the closest Hormagaunt, eager to bathe herself in the blood and gore of humanity's enemies. In one clean swipe, its head falls from its body, spraying Aisha's chest and legs along with the snowy ground in steaming thick blood - its mouth still chittering in its death throes. Amplified by her external Vox caster she bellows, leaping into the fray, "For the Emperor! For Mariana!" Hormagaunts died in groups and singularly as Asiah moved about them. Huge swings of her Combat Knife drew agonized screams from the horde, felling multiple enemies at once. When she finishes moving the ground was still. Steam rose in great gusts from the multitude of corpses and splashes of filth released from her enemies in their last moments. In the center of the Hormagaunts Aisha stood, her black armor covered in a shiny coat of Hormagaunt life fluid. The horde had been utterly destroyed.

***
Tyranid Warrior "Shrike" Biomorph 14; 5m above the squad, directly above Pax (5m West of Gunter and Sarlock).
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Destroyed
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 11/14]; 0/3 FP remaining; 0/3 Frags; Has taken 5 damage (light damage). [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Combat Knife; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 68m West of Squad/Horde; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [232/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [12/28]; in cover (Cover has 4 AP remaining). [squad mode/team leader]

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Round 4

Yngvar spares a quick look at the stolen kill in front of him and bares his teeth inside his helmet. He immediately activates his Jump Pack, tearing off toward his comrades as fast as it will take him. He grips his Chainsword and Fenrisian Combat Blade tightly, eager to tear the Tyranid limb from limb.

Sarlock watches as the horde pulls in around them, a mass of xenos scum that isn't at all the size it used to be. Through his visor, he watches as his new battle brother - the one without any heraldry or livery on his armor - voraciously murders the entire lot of them in an exceedingly excellent display of melee combat. Still behind his cover and viewing through the sites, he takes aim at the monstrosity in the sky. He has fought these before, a long time ago. They are still only flesh, he thinks. Weak.

He takes aim, knowing the Emperor is with him, let's out his breath and squeezes the trigger. A symphony of high-velocity Bolter rounds escape from the barrel of his trusted Heavy Bolter, an orchestra of chaos heading for the flyer...

... The Shrike screams at Aisha as the Astartes tears through the Hormagaunts like a hot knife through butter. Four monstrous talons open up in a display of Alpha-hatred, ready to charge down and impale the Marine simultaneously. It flaps its wings in preparation of the charge and swoops toward its intended victim. Three meters before impact the Shrike disentegrates mid air, its forward momentum literally bathing Aisha in blood, flesh and innards. Seven enormous high explosive heavy bolter rounds punch through it, detonating inside of the enormous beast. What existed moments before has been reduced to nothing. Only a pale red mist hovers above a snowy slope littered with leathery skin, shards of bone, and alien guts.

"...a day closer," smiles Sarlock dropping the red-hot barrel of his Heavy Bolter into a ready position.

The Battle is Over. Victory is Yours. Astartes Victor.

***

Tyranid Warrior "Shrike" Biomorph 14;Proper Fucked
Hormagaunt Horde 11; Destroyed
Tyranid Warrior 11 w/ Magnitude 2 Horde; Obliterated.
Pax 11; Bolt-pistols [L: 11/14]; 0/3 FP remaining; 0/3 Frags; Has taken 5 damage (light damage). [squad mode]
Aisha 9; Combat Knife; 4/5 FP remaining. [squad mode]
Yngvar 8; Chainsword, Combat Knife; 24m West of Aisha/Pax/Shrike, 29m West of Sarlock/Gunter; 2/3 Krak; 0/3 FP remaining; Has taken 12 damage (light damage). [solo mode]
Sarlock 7; Heavy Bolter [226/250]; in cover. [Solo Mode]
Gunter 7; Bolter [12/28]; in cover (Cover has 4 AP remaining). [squad mode/team leader]

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Gunter slowly lowers his bolter, then pulls his helmet from his head revealing angular features, dark, shoulder length hair, and intense gray eyes. As Yngvar closes the distance, he speaks loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You have made the Emperor proud today. Now, let's see if Watch Captain Angellion is as easily impressed!" Gunter begins guffawing, "ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha". His observation must pass for humor for him, and the way his chuckles rattle through his chest, it does not sound like he has frequent practice. "Good work."

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Aisha stands for a moment completely coated in gore and entrails. She steps out of the mess and shakes her self to dislodge the majority of the ichor from her body. She gives little consideration for anyone in splatter distance.

Carefully she inspects her reticulum and then speaks to her brothers.
"We did well today brothers!" She smiles under her helmet.

"Some of you have been injured, please come forward so I can assist with your wounds."

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"Ensis victor," comments Pax as he steps forward. "Agamemnon Paxius. That was impressive blade work. Under what name should I call you, marine?"

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Sarlock puts his gun into the ready position and walks forward towards the rest of the group, a wide metal smile underneath his helmet. The Emperor surely blessed him this day, for all his shots were true and destroyed the xenos scum totally.

"Well done, brothers." His screechy metallic voice sounds out. "May we be blessed as well in the future by the Emperor."

As the Space Wolf comes into the group, Sarlock glances over at him.

"Once again, apologies for the theft of your kill." His smile broadening underneath his helmet. His cybernetic eyes wizzing away.

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Aisha looks at Agamemnon Paxius without saying anything in response. She indicates his leg and begins her work. His wounds do not look grievous and in a few minutes she has injected painkillers and antibiotics into the muscle. The skin has already started to heal when she stand up.
"You may call me brother." She extends her hand to Pax.

When that is done she turns her attention to Yngver.

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Yngvar steps up upon the plateau, snow and newly frozen gore crunching under foot.

Turning to Sarlock, "We can call it forgotten, so long as your shots find the enemy, not my blade. Besides I appear to have plenty of markers upon my armor showing my deeds. I seem to need a good soak."

Having said so, he glances at each member of the kill-team, pleased to be part of this new brotherhood.

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Aisha inspects Yngvar's left leg. The gashes look deep but it does not appear to have torn much in the way of muscle or bone. She dresses his wounds with a precision born of many years on the battlefield. When she is done Yngver's leg looks completely healed.
She stands and acknowledges the brave space wolf before turning to Gunter.
"What's next?"

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"This is a tough crowd," comments Pax as Aisha moves her attentions to Yngvar. He mimes a bicep flex and laughs a little, the merriment of the sound coming through just fine, despite the autotuning. There is still a smile on his face beneath his helmet as he turns his attention toward Gunter, expectant of an answer to Aisha's query.

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"We continue to explore the arena and ferret out any remaining enemies. If this is not correct, we will be given new orders by the Watch Captain."

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"As you say," concedes Pax. "In which direction do we begin?" He sweeps his hand, finger pointed outward, in a general circle around the group.

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As if on cue, the two suns that have been blazing brightly, through the snow and the rain, "go out."

The team is washed in a darkness as black as the void of space. All is silent and those of you who have not applied repair cement to your Armor can feel the coldness of the snow and the breeze it is carried on wash over your exposed flesh. The sound is eerily calming as if you were all trapped in a dream, aware of your surroundings and able to manipulate events but unable to make out the reasoning for any of it. In an instant your helm's HUD attempts to wash out the darkness, focussing on amplifying the ambient light in the room. As it turns out, even the ambient light is at extremely low levels and the best you can barely make out the rest of your team as you stand on the plateau in the pitch black.

"Astartes," booms a voice like thunder, echoing across the vast distance of the Simulatorium. "Each of you have met with me briefly, taking a solemn Oath to be faithful to the Long Watch until death, should it choose you, and an Oath of Silence to remember everything you experience during your Vigil while never speaking of it outside of the Watch." The speaker allows this to sink in. "I am Watch Commander Mordigael and today, you have all proven that you are adept at vanquishing the Tyranid threat. You, a group of Astartes who in other circumstances may compete among Chapters, or even hate one another for your Heraldry, worked in unison as an organized fighting unit today. For that, I am pleased. Your Watch Captain is pleased. I will be seeing you all very soon. Make your way back to the ex-filtration point for debriefing. Well done, Marines."

With that, dawn breaks as the lights slowly lilt back on into a pre-dawn twilight. Flashing red tac-illuminators spin on top of the huge bay doors that mark your ex-filtration point.

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"Shall we?" Sarlock voices through the vox. "It might be beneficial to remain cautious until we are through those doors."

Sarlock waits for the rest of the team.

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"You mean they aren't bringing the Mjod out to us? Mighty waste of an artificially splendid evening." Yngvar diverts himself by applying repair cement to his armor after his leg wound is healed, just in case the Watch Commander is the deceptive type.

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"We have our orders". Gunter leads the way to the exit.

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Sarlock follows at the back of the group, eyes scanning side to side for any abnormalities.

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Pax chuckles mechanically at Yngvar's comment, but otherwise files behind Gunter silently.

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Aisha files in behind Pax silently. To the casual observer she moved with all the calculated grace of the Marine. Inside however, the hatred burned off her skin. Inside she was relieving a different battle of a different time. This "graduation battle" seemed purifying in it's torrent of gore and cruelty.

The Astartes reflected on this as she jogged behind her mishmash group of Marines.

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Your journey off the slope and toward the lift-bay doors is uneventful. The more cautious among you scan the horizon for any sign of movement but it is soon apparent that your trials in the more commonly called "Hunting Grounds" of Watch Fortress Erioch have come to an end. This is solidified as multiple combat servitors armed with dual twin-linked flamers roll out of the giant metal doors and zoom past your group towards the former combat zone. As they approach large groups of downed enemies they begin washing them in flame. Their formerly human, mostly machine faces glow in an orange hue as the Hormagaunts - some still twitching and barely alive - are bathed in the highest quality promethium. Those that scream do so only momentarily as they are quickly reduced to melting flesh and charred ashes.

Yngvar and Pax are amazed at the skill and ability displayed by the group's apparent Apothecary. The mysterious Marine with no colors, mysterious as he was, was an ace when it came to fixing them up. Even with their enhanced natural healing abilities a talon than can puncture Power Armor can do a number on even the mightiest of flesh and bone and the Space Wolf and Ultramarine both assumed they would need extended care; this was not so. Was this mostly silent Marine without heraldry one of the infamous Black Shields they heard of? Of course they could not ask, as was the sacred bond of a Black Shield and their duty. The knowledge of their shamed pasts could not, by tradition, be pried into. Even the mighty Watch Commander Mordigael himself would be hesitant to do so. The armor was Jet Black yet worn, as if it had seen battle, yet of the newer Mk. 8 variants. Something was off about him, but you decide not to push the issue as you think on it and instead focus on applying quick drying repair cement to the breaches in their plate until they could get proper treatment.

The group boards the lift in much the same order as they did previously. Gunter waits for the squad to all enter before he steps in, still scanning the environment for potential enemies that never present themselves. When he is satisfied he steps aboard. The doors shut with a hydraulic hiss and huge adamantine locks twist into place. With a jerk and a whir, the lift hauls you back up, taking oddly longer than it did when you descended and seeming to move in more directions than simply up. When it finally stops, you step off quickly realizing that you are in a much different and grandiose place than the room in which you took your Oath in front of Angellion.

A great hall opens before you, larger than anything you have previously seen on the Watch Fortress. The vast chamber deep inside Erioch resembles a cathedral nave, two kilometres in length, a hundred metres wide and half a kilometre high. Its barrel-vaulted ceiling is lost in a smog of incense through which vat-grown cyber-cherubs dart and fly while below, stooped, robed attendants bonded to the Watch Station for countless generations shuffle to and fro in their endless maintenance duties. Countless ragged, battle-scarred banners line the nave, some all but transparent with age and dating back to the earliest days of the Deathwatch’s mission. Toward the end of the "Hall of Glory" you see Angellion standing next to a massive Astartes you all previously met on your arrival at the Watch Fortress. Even from this distance you see clearly as Watch Commander Mordigael beckons you come to him.

In solemn procession, the Battle Brother Initiates are led down the length of the nave of the Hall of Glory, passing by hundreds of niches set into the walls at every level, from floor to distant ceiling. Eventually, the group halts before an empty niche. Watch Commander Mordigael adresses the group.

"You have proven yourself in the Hunting Grounds against one of the most destructive Xenos forces in the galaxy at large. And while this victory was won with great skill and courage, do not be fooled into thinking it was difficult. What you will face during your Vigil in the Deathwatch will liken what you just experienced to nothing more than target practice. There are forces so dangerous within the Jericho Reach so dangerous and vile and threatening to Mankind's divine right to rule that the Greater Imperium must remain ignorant to the fact that they even exist. You will be privvy to this forbidden knowledge, you will be charged with defending the Emperor's rightful Imperium against it, and you will be honor-bound never to speak of your experiences outside of the Watch."

He takes a moment to let his words sink in and for the first time you notice that all of the niches that are not empty are filled with pieces of Armor. Specifically, they are filled with the left Shoulder Pauldrons of a multitude of Astartes Chapters. As your eyes wander Cyber-Cherubs make their way down from the highest reaches of the Hall, carrying an array of tools while Serfs approach you from the sides.

"You know Watch Captain Angellion," he continues in his deep booming voice. The Watch Captain steps forward and you can see a similarity in both of the Blood Angels features, though the Watch Commander's eyes hold more sorrow, more loss, and more collective wisdom than the younger Angellion. "He is your first and foremost ranking Officer. He is your direct Commander and you will report to him. His experience as a Watch Captain is second to none. Make him proud and you will make me proud; Bring him honor and you will bring the Deathwatch honor; Look around at the few who stand with you. These are your Brothers now." He points a mighty Power Fisted finger at Pax. "Agammemnon Paxius, step forward."

In order each of you are called before the Watch Commander and Watch Captain Angellion. You kneel as the Cyber-Cherubs and Serfs work quickly and efficiently to remove your left Shoulder Pauldron. Tools buzz and whir as the Pauldron is expertly removed and carried off by fat winged Cherubs and placed into a niche of its own. Pride fills you as the Silver Plate of the Deathwatch is electro-grafted onto your left arms. Serfs apply a new coat of Jet Black paint to your armor as the final enormous shining Silver Shoulder Pauldron and Couter are put into place. The Inquisitional "I" standing proud in the center.

As you stand, it is clear that the Apothecary with the single white stripe down his helmet has done this before. But you say nothing.

Watch Commander Mordigael stands silent as the sacred rituals are completed. Each piece of treasured Deathwatch armor applied to you with great care as a similar care is shown to the piece of your Armor taken into the niches. Cyber-Cherubs carrying scrolls mark down the date and each of your names and Chapters as your Vigil officially starts.

Mordigael raises his enormous gauntleted fist to his chest, above his heart. "You have all now begun your Vigils. Welcome to the Deathwatch." With his, he departs, leaving you in silence with your Watch Commander to speak among yourselves.

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Sarlock turns towards the apothecary. He takes off his helmet and lets his face turn into that maniacal smile so true to his character. His two cybernetic eyes wiz and scroll the marine up and down. His screeching eerie voice twists into words. "Why is it that you, brother, have not one, but two silver pauldrons, while the rest of us have only one?" He lets the question sink in.

"What chapter are you from exactly?"

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Aisha steps in behind Watch Captain Angellion as the ceremonies are finishing up.

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The Watch Captain stands in front and to the right of the Apothecary.

"That is very astute of you, Brother Sarlock." He raises a hand and points toward the towering Astartes with the white striped helm behind him. "Our Brother here has two Silver Shoulder Pauldrons and thus bears no Chapter insignia - or rather no Chapter Runes are displayed that any of you have ever seen before. I imagine you have all taken notice of the markings on our Brother's armor and do not know what to make of it. And I must say that while I expected curiosities to be piqued, I imagined we would handle this in transit aboard our new vessel." If it was unclear before, it is now obvious that the Watch Captain has no intentions of staying on Watch Fortress Erioch and waiting for missions; you wonder if that was ever the plan at all. Not that it matters.

"Like Commander Mordigael said, you are now a part of the Deathwatch and your Vigil will make you privy to intelligence and information that no one else in the Imperium outside of this organisation and the High Lords of Terra has access to."

He cranes his neck to one side and you all hear an audible crack. He then rolls his shoulders and cranes his neck to the other side emitting the same noise.

Slowly and methodically he draws the two mighty Power Swords from their scabbards. The Sword in his left hand is held at the low ready, laying just above and across his thighs, its tip pointing to the ground next to his right boot. His right hand caresses the second Sword in an almost identical manner, albeit going the opposite direction. They make a perfect "X" near his knees and his thumbs hover near the activation runes. He seems to stare at all of you at once. He never blinks.

"Brother Aisha," He says, still as stone and cold as ice. "Remove your helm."

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Gunter curls his fingers and stares at them intently. With the heavy armor over his hand, the gesture is useless, but he can't hide that he is bored with these proceedings. Unless Brother Aisha turns out to be a Hormagaunt, there is nothing that he can imagine would bother him.

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Pax looks on, mildly curious about the level of ceremony the Watch Captain is showing, but otherwise unimpressed. His face and posture convey his thoughts adequately enough. So what if Brother Aisha is experienced? So what if he lacks a chapter herald? And even if he has become one of the Black Shields, what of it? He is still Astartes and still a worthy ally. So why all the secrecy and formality?

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Aisha removes her helm before her brothers.
Under the helm reveals a very plain and slightly embarressed face. She surveys her brothers with bright green eyes. If there is any objection she might expect it from the Black Templar.
Her shaved head starkly pronounces her features.
She half smiles at the group, hoping for the moment to pass as quickly as possible.

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Whatever emotion was showing on Pax's face, it drains away immediately. He quickly pulls the helmet from his head, as though to make sure his armor's visuals were not malfunctioning. He stares, unashamedly open-mouthed, and seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes dart back and forth between Aisha and Watch Captain Angellion a few times and the want to question is more than obvious. After what seems like a long time, Pax speaks up, diffusing the situation in the only way he knows how.

He laughs.

After a moment of laughter, he seems to notice the Watch Commander eying him. "Apologies, Watch Captain Angellion," he says, still chuckling between autotuned syllables. "But this is an unexpected result. A regular her-esy." He stifles another chuckle and looks to his new brothers, as though silently asking 'heh, get it?'

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Gunter is taken aback by the feminine features - but then again, there are other feminine looking space marines, including Angellion himself. "What does this mean?"

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"HAHAHA, eh?" The volume of Yngvar's bellowing, upon removing his helmet, gradually layers as it echoes off enclosure's towering walls. "Why, that armor simply contains a lass. Surely we all expected Erioch to reveal certain mysteries? Anyway she fixed up my leg properly enough. Perhaps we should just ask what she likes to be called and be done with it...?"

Basically, unaware of what some might observe as a serious momement, he briefly considers making a joke about getting to the vessel, surely filled with ale, to alleviate even the most hostile reactions to Aisha's identity. This is, if indeed the otherwise confused reactions contain such ill will. Not now, he decides.

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Angellion looks the group over once more, determining that none have made the futile mistake of open hostility toward the Daughter of Death.

"This is Battle Sister Aisha of the Daughter's of Death Chapter. You have never heard of this Chapter for good reason and you will never refer to Aisha as 'sister' outside of these walls." He looks to each of you as he sheathes his swords, making sure you understand what he is saying is of the utmost need-to-know basis and you all have just been brought into the fold. "The Daughters have been a Deathwatch exclusive for some time. Make no mistake, they are not Sororitas; the Sisters of Battle, as glorious and fearful as they may be in their own right are only human beings. The Daughters are Astartes. One hundred percent. They carry a Geneseed and share a Primarch that dates back to the days of the..." he makes a face as though he wants to spit, but apparently he is above that, "...heresy. As you all know, of the original 20 Primarchs, created by the Emperor himself on Holy Terra in the days before the Great Crusade, only 18 are accounted for. It is the belief of the Deathwatch and the High Lords of Terra, in conjunction with the Inquisitional Ordo Xenos that Daughters of Death are the genetic inheritors of one the lost Primarchs. If she is any indication," he says pointing to Aisha, "it is the belief that this Primarch was female."

Angellion waves a hand as if he is finished explaining himself and snaps back to business. "We have a job to do. Brother Aisha has proven herself on par with the greatest of the Emperor's Elite. She has seen engagements throughout the Reach, fought off the Tyranid Swarms, torn the filthy Green Skins limb from limb and crushed the philosophy-sick Tau beneath her Armored boot. The last round of hypno-indoc will fill you in on the greater details of the Daughters of Death. Familiarize yourself with them and then put them in the back of your mind. They are our greatest kept secret and you will see that this secret is kept. Do you have any questions?"

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Sarlock looks over at the new battle sister, eyes wizing in and out of focus, smile plainly on his face. It was definitely not what he was expecting, but he doesn't let any emotion show in his face. He merely nods in the general direction and returns his attention onto Captain Angellion.

"A welcome addition in any case. Like the Space Wolf said, her apothecary skills are adequate. No further questions." The chilly, mechanical voice sounds out.

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Content that no one is going to do anything foolish, Angellion begins to address the group on other matters. Truth be told, he expected the news to go over much more dramatically. He was very surprised at the reactions - or lack thereof - among the Battle Brothers. Astonishment was expected, and that had occurred, but he expected hostility from some, especially those of more pious Chapters. He wanted to laugh at the Space Wolf's reaction. He was hardly surprised; the Sons of Russ were known for their heterodoxy and apparently Yngvar was no exception. The Tech-Ultramarine seemed curious and one could not blame him; however, one could blame him for that exceedingly awful pun. Emperor damn it, it was bad. The Iron Hand took the situation with a calculated cool, assessing skills and value to the team over petty pedagogical discussions about anatomy. This impressed Angellion. But he wondered most about Aisha. For the first time she would be taken from her normal all Daughters of Death Kill-Team and integrated into a new unit with a new mission. She had proven herself within the Hunting Grounds, but now the real test would begin.

So, this is my team, he thought. Once more he took them in, played over their actions in the combat exercise and assessed their individual abilities, strengths and weaknesses. They will do.

"Astartes." He spoke at a voice loud enough for all to hear, but refrained from raising it. That would be uncouth at best and rude at worst. This was a very holy place after all. Shoulder Content that no one is going to do anything foolish, Angellion begins to address the group on other matters. Truth be told, he expected the news to go over much more dramatically. He was very surprised at the reactions - or lack thereof - among the Battle Brothers. Astonishment was expected, and that had occurred, but he expected hostility from some, especially those of more pious Chapters. He wanted to laugh at the Space Wolf's reaction. He was hardly surprised; the Sons of Russ were known for their heterodoxy and apparently Yngvar was no exception. The Tech-Ultramarine seemed curious and one could not blame him; however, one could blame him for that exceedingly awful pun. Emperor damn it, it was bad. The Iron Hand took the situation with a calculated cool, assessing skills and value to the team over petty pedagogical discussions about anatomy. This impressed Angellion. But he wondered most about Aisha. For the first time she would be taken from her normal all Daughters of Death Kill-Team and integrated into a new unit with a new mission. She had proven herself within the Hunting Grounds, but now the real test would begin.

So, this is my team, he thought. Once more he took them in, played over their actions in the combat exercise and assessed their individual abilities, strengths and weaknesses. They will do.

"Astartes." He spoke at a voice loud enough for all to hear, but refrained from raising it. That would be uncouth at best and rude at worst. This was a very holy place after all. Shoulder pauldrons and even full suits of Armor from a multitude of Chapters, some which did not exist anymore due to Geneseed degredation and combat losses, filled the alcoves. He saw the colors of the Flaming Falcons, Carcharadons and Blood Ravens Chapters. And there was even a rare suit of Armor from the now Excommuncate-Traitors Soul Drinkers Chapter. Regardless of their current status within the Imperium, and their decision to go rogue and embrace Chaos, the Marine who wore that Armor served the Deathwatch with dignity, and that was how he would be remembered in this holy place.

"You are now a fighting unit. And while one bout in the Hunting Grounds may not have solidified the bond between you, it will be paramount to our mission that you work as a dedicated and unified fighting unit. When you are deployed there will be little to no room for error. At the worst of times you will have access to no support or reinforcements from me, the Watch Fortress or other Imperial Agents. It will be during these times that your strength as a Kill-Team be relied upon. As your Watch Captain," with eyes like vengeance he met your gaze, and with a voice like honey and fire he continued, "it is my duty to be the eyes and ears of Watch Fortress Erioch as we patrol the Reach. But, it is my promise to you that as long as you wear the Black and Silver, I will do everything in my power to secure for you what you need and aid you to the best of my abilities."

With that he turns and walks to the exit lift, motioning for the team to join him. Once you have all gathered in the lift, he presses a button and it immediately begins ascending.

"Your cells have been cleared and all of the items within have been moved to the hangar. I hope you have not gotten comfortable here at the Watch Fortress, because your time here is at its end."

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