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Segari entred his chambers, removing his weaponary on his way in. Servitors and initiates removed his armour, taking it away to be cleaned. He entered the vapour shower, removing the dirt and grime from his face. Drying himself off he lay calmly and methodically on his bunk.

Staring at the cieling, his weary eyes shut. Thoughts replaced the darkness. Thoughts manifested into ideas and then into plans. The string of fate had proven true. Segari, now with no doubt in his mind, let go of his ambitions allowing other...more malicious ones take their place. A smile creased onto his face. Yes, there is no doubt.

Fulgrim entered the Apothecarium at a p[ace Vaspasien found hard to match. He the Lord of te Emperor's children burst through into the room where Hectoris was being treated. Hectoris was lying on the table. The Techmarines had already built him a bionic arm. He was in suspended animation, as he had been since he had been recovered. Only autosuggestions by the Apothecaries could waken him.

"Wake him!" he comanded.
The Apothecaries were startled, but quickly recovered, bowing low. One of their number whispered something in the Sergeant's ear. Hectoris' eye flickered beneath their lids., but did not open.

"Leave us!" he commanded, rather aggresively. All but one Apothecary left.
"I must remain to keep watch in case he takes a turn for the worst, my Lord." he explained. Fulgrim looked long and hard at him, before walking around Hectoris' bed to stand before the warrior. Vaspasien vaguely remembered that the man's name was Killeon.
Vaspasien agreed with Killeon and made it known. "My Lord, if the Sergeant does take a bad turn then we need someone on ha-"
I said leave us Vaspasien!"

Vaspasien left the room, stunned, leaving onlyKilleon, Hectoris and Fulgrim. Fulrim, although being his gene father and leader, never treated him or his counterpart, Eidolon, like he had just done.

AS Vaspasien left, Fulgrim placed his hand upon Killeon's shoulder. "You really won't leave, my son?"

Killeon tok a moment, but he answered, "It is my duty to be hear my Lord."

"Then, I am sorry, my son.

In a single fluid motion, Fulgrim and both hands upon Killeon's neck, and snapped his spinal cord, killing him instantly. As the Apothecary lumped to the floor, Fulgrim turned to Hectoris' form. Hectoris' eye snapped open immediately. He had heard the whole thing.

"Caecilius, did you do it?"
He smiled.
"Yes."

After talking with sehiratu he decided that he would talk to sergeant segari on a later date.

I walked to the apotecarium to see how sergeant hectoris was doing, but on my was there i heard a strange noise. After looking around i saw a group of zealots of the lectatio divinatius holding a communion. i voxed to the acting patrol officer. ´´Send a security detail to my position i have found a group of zealots.´´ i walked up to them bolt pistol in one hand and combat knive in the other and activated security to close all doors then i shouted. ´´What are you doing here scum, praying to a god. I will whip each and every one of you for your heresy to the emperor.´´ They looked at me with scared eyes and one of them shouted. ´´Its an astartes a demi-god of the god emperor´´ And he bowed down, i walked up to him and shot him in the head and said. ´´Never listen to religion you scum.´´

After that i saw my friend techmarine sehiratu running my way with the security detail and even 2 skitarri to help me.
(Deadshot if you dont mind speak for sehiratu. )

Aloysus headed to the practice cages. If he could not find peace through meditation he would attain it though war.

Stepping into the cage he selected a combat knife. "Activate practice cage. Weapon: combat knife. Maximum threat level"

The arms of the servitor clattered and raised, and Marius fell into a fighting stance.

Antioch walked down the halls of the ship toward the practice area, he wanted to find Nero, he needed to ask him about dreams of the monster, or of other strange dreams. As he got to the area, he saw Nero stepping into a practice cage. He decided to wait for him to get out to talk to him.

Faberon slowly repaired the flamer that had been damaged as a banshee struck at it. The weapon had done a good job in taking out the eldar, but ultimately he had resorted to pistoling them in the face. Inside he was still trying to get over the shock of the battles: many had gone badly for him, but his battle brothers were acting madly, and what Hectoris had done had struck him dumb for minutes. He clipped a new promethium tube into the compression tank and bolted it down. He wondered where his sergeant was at the moment, with the comm-links down.

OOC: I won't be able to post loads ATM as I've got GCSEs coming up in 2 weeks time, but after that I promise to give more posts than anyone else! If you think my character would react in a particular way, don't hesitate to write it down!

Dreph roused from his meditation to find himself alone. He thought to himself.

"What now? Hectoris! Where is he?!"

Dreph went to the med bay.

"Where is my Terminator Sergeant?!"

He burst into a room, finding Fulgrim and Hectoris.

"My lord?"

I ordered the security detail to round them all up and bring them to the holding cells and requested one of the chaplains to remove their religious believe.

After that i seeked out the leader and picked him up and screamed in his face.´´Why did you make me do this? You are human i don´t want to kill you why did you fall so deep to believe in a god that doesn´t exist.´´ I tossed him to the wall and took out my combat knive. and walked up to him. I said .´´ my brother you have fallen and will have to be punished acordingly but first.´´ I turned to brother sehiratu and asked. Could you gather all the information from his mind about members meeting places and converters. after that you can deal with him how you like my friend. if you are in need for a new servitor he is all yours.

Hectoris was quick to put on a show. "Yes my Lord," he said. "Thank you for your concern."
"Of course, my son. You did a very noble thing, volunteering for sacrifice. I am proud."

As Fulgrim left the room he glanced at Dreph, giving a courteous nod. Dreph bowed low as he passed by.
"Dreph, a pleasure." said Hectoris as Kalar came to stand over him. Hectoris was still sitting, and had been when Fulgrim had been there. To be allowed to sit in Fulgrims presence while the Primarch stood showed the level of respect and gratitude had for Hectoris' action.

"You forget your place as well Caecilius, as I am captain," He smiled. "How are you my friend?"

"Well, Captain. Surprisingly well. I have trouble adjusting to my new arm though," he said, indicating his bionic replacement."

He and Dreph sat in awkward silence for severa minutes before Hectoris said, "I'll bet you are wondering how I survived." He thought back to those last ten minutes inside the crumpling building. Dreph nodded.

"Meltabombs, as it turns out, have a ten second timer," Caecilius lied, through gritted teeth.

Nero had been following the Chaplains advice, trying to work out his stress in the practice cages. He had been with the legion for 279 years including his time as a scout, but for some reason he always felt wrong with his brothers. There were the obvious physical differences, but he assumed that was just luck of the draw with the gene pool. He also didn't feel the same reverence for Fulgrim as the others did, he had seen other primarchs before, and Fulgrim fit in with all the others, except the Warmaster. When Nero had seen Horus Lupercal being crowned Warmaster, he had felt what true love for a primarch is, and every other one fell flat. He made nothing of this because Horus was Warmaster and Nero assumed that all people loved the Warmaster best. His friend from the Sons of Horus, "Little Horus" Aximand, had agreed with him that everyone loved Horus most, but conceded that those beliefs may be because of his legion. Nero exited the cages and looked around, more stressed now than when he had entered

"Really Hectoris?"

"Yes, so I *random stuff*..."

"Well, that's certainly ingenious, Sergeant. Tell me, who were you talking to?"

Hectoris padded his hand behind him, trying to find the hilt of his blade/

"No-one sir, what do yo..."

He found the hilt. He clutched in in his bionic hand.

Hectoris and the Captain spoke for several minutes before and Apothecary ordered the Captain out, his rank meaning nothing to the medical staff. Hectoris ended the Captain's protest by claiming he needed rest. Hectoris needed no such thing, he wanted only to cease lying to his friend, even if he was not going to speak the truth. Hectoris lay on his bed, and thought back to those last ten minutes in the Eldar base. He had not exactly lied when he had said meltabombs had a ten second timer.

The one in the Eldar base did not. In fact, in didn't even have an arming mechanism. The one he had given Rephosus was a dummy bomb. When he had reached the Eldar base the second time, he had placed the active meltabomb, concealed beneath his armour, alongside the dummy. Before he had detonated, he had went to the main chamber, as Fulgrim instructed.

The purpose behind the mission was not destruction but capture. In the pommel of his sword, the emerald was not actually emerald. Instead, the green jewel like cube was a capture device of some kind, stolen from a race of livng mechanical beings. The device was capable of storing vast amounts of energy, and when used upon a being of energy, the being was trapped within untill release.

Fulgrim's plan had been to capture within it, the eldar god. Hera had told him they had brought their god, for a serious crime against the Eldar had been commited by the Cultits and Orks.

However, there had been one prolem. The Avatar, as she called it, was not completely energy. It was a being from energy, but was contained within a molten metal form. To capture it using the device, they would need something to penetrate its outer shell, the body and to conduct it into the crystal. As heat and electricity were forms of energy, metal would be suitable. The Master of the Forge had come up with the ingenius idea of placing it as part of a weapon. By stabbing the Avatar, its being would be conducted as heat through the blade and trapped in the pommel. Fulgrim believed he could harnass this energy of the Avatar to make himself and his fellows moe powerful.

Why Hera had helped them, no one knew, but Hectoris knew that from the moment he had reentered the Eldar base alone, he was on a short time limit to find the Avatar and penetrate its metal skin before the base collapse upon itself or the Eldar found and killed him.

It was by pure lck he had found the main chamber, empty, except for the Avatar. It had not been awakened yet, and was sitting on an enormous throne. Cold, blank, a statue.

It had all went down hill from there.

I walked to the med-bay after what happened and worried what happened to Caecilius. I walked inside the med-bay and i bowed to the captain and sergeant Caecilius and i said.'' Good day sergeant how are you now?'' While i looked at his body i saw a huge flaw i walked up to him and took his mechanical arm up and said. ''Sergeant you do know that your mechanical arm isn't even adjusted to your particular brainwave. Of course those apothecaries know nothing of technology.'' I fiddled a little with it and adjusted the control's and made it correspond with sergeant Caecilius's brainwave.

Gannicus hurried himself threw the halls of the ship, his impatience growing and rushing him to find his new sergeant.. It was not moments ago where he was informed of his placement. The memories of his former squad still fresh in his head, the scars of the battle still across his armor from helmet down to his studded boots.
They were only superficial scars that remind him of his past failure and the brothers he had lost. Gannicus stroked the top of his power axe that rested at his side, it's form more resembling a wing than an actual axe. It brought him comfort in his darkest of times and he preferred it on his person at all times.

He slowed his pace not actually knowing where to find this new Sargent of his and promptly asked for assistance from a passer byers "I am in need of assistance, would any of you have seen Sargent Marius Aloysus of the 'knights of basilisk' ? I am in search of him"
One of the armor clad Demi-gods took a pause then answered "I believe I saw the Sargent heading toward the practice cage"
"thank you brothers" with a slight bow Gannicus rushes off again, his movements seemingly always filled with haste. He was not far from the practice cages and quickly approached the sounds of combat. His pace slowed observing those in the practice cells until his eyes fell upon the man he loosely recognized as Sargent Aloysus. Watching his battle stance, motionlessly trying to perceive his next move.

((repost of my character profile:
Name: Griffith Gannicus 'emperors guillotine' 
Position: melee specialist  of  Tactical Squad “Knights of the Basilisk”
Personality (Likes, Dislikes, etc): hot headed, protective,likes axes, dislikes the death of his comrades 
Background: once a member of the tactical squad " manticore  centurion." where he quickly proved his prowess in melee combat with both precision and relentless fury. His preference and proficiency at close combat had earned the notice of his superiors and he was gifted with a Power Axe. During the extermination of the xenos filth he found himself one of the sole survivors of his squad. He needed to  be placed amongst a new squadron and found himself assigned to the "Knights of Basilisk". As a space marine he has little to no ambition to lead only to fight, for the emperor and his brothers.))

Faberon was itching for a chance to fight. When there was nothing to do, not even train, but repair weaponry and armour that was near-perfect already, he started itching for a fight: for the tension as your rhino brings you closer and closer to the battle, for the raw emotion and feeling behind the screams of a burning enemy, the almost enjoyable pain if the enemy landed a hit, the superhuman adrenaline rush as you struck at an enemy with a combat blade or shot at then from close range with bolt pistol. He knew little of gods other than to obey the emperor at all times, and had paid less attention than his battle-brothers in his education, but he seemed to remember there was somewhere a god of emotion and feelings. He felt such a god would suit him in some way.

OOC: welcome, Gannicus!

Dreph turned to Rephosus.

"Greetings, Marine."

Rephosus fiddled with Hectoris' bionic arm.

"Come with me."

Rephosus put down Hectoris' arm, and Hectoris went to his room. Rephosus tried to keep stride with Dreph.

"I fear for our Legion, Rephosus. Every day I have the same visions, a gruesome twisted beast trying to take me in."

Dreph thought for a moment.

"And on the planet, that Fortress. All of those shrines and strange Icons. Everything, it seems, is turning for the worst."

As he had entered the main chamber, Hectoris had been alone, except for the currently statue form of the Avatar. Or so he thought. From behind the chair came six warriors. They wereclearly skilled leaders, defined by their perfectly made equipment and and air or command.

"We have been waiting for you." said their leader, a blue armoured Warrior. Some sort of Dire Avenger. Behind him were the 5 others, clearly all of an aspect. Banshees, Fire Dragons, Striking Scorpians. A tall dark armoured warrior, clutching a long weapon that resembled some sort of missile launcher. Dark Reapers. A winged warrior clutching a long rifle. Swoopng Hawks.

Without warning, the 6 disappeared into the shadow. And then a growl akin to an erupting volcano shook the entire building. The Avatar wqas awkening. It rose like a great Titan of old Terra, shaking the floor with every step. This one was much larger and fiercer than the one Fulgrim and slain. The one Fulgrim had fought had been about the same height as Fulgrim, but this one towered over even Dreadnoughts and Land Raiders. It clutched in its hand a massive battleaxe. Every step was traced out by the molten footprints of the giant. It roared, causing Hectoris to stagger with the volume and ferocity. He would have to fight this beast.Hectoris bravely,. or perhaps foolishly, drew his blade.

The Avatar roared with a rage that echoed throughout the chamber, even as at that point the meltabomb detonated and the roof came crashing down. Reaching up, the Avatar smashe the debris from the air, causing only light grit to rain upon the space marine. The Eldar God swung its axe at Hectoris. Hectopris was quick, but the Avatar was just as, if not faster, the blade of its axe barely missing Hectoris. He could feel the blistering heat from inside his armour. He tried to stab the Avatar in the back of the hand but the statue had moved and armed itslef yet again. Hectoris armour had started to crack and the purple paint and burnt off in moments, leaving the bare grey of the ceramite and gold to show through. The Avatar swung its axe in a horixontal line, seeking to cut him in half. Hectoris ducked under, but was forced to raise his shield as the Avatar stepped on his. His shoulder burned with the heat and effort. The Avatar removed its foot but before he could recover, swung its axe again. Hectoris tried to raise his shield and rollaway, but the Avatar moved too fast and hit too hard. The blad cleaved through his stormshield and left in in two charred halves, while still continueing through to the floor, cuttuing his arm off completely. Hectoris screamed in pain, as the ferocious heat struck his barely wound, intensifying it tenfold. His armour began to melt and char in the corners of his leg joints and the edges of his boots. The blade was still in contact with the edges of the arm it had clove off, causing it become molten and run into his wound, causing Hectoruis to scream in absolute agony. It removed its axe and raised it into two hands, the battleaxe becoming a spear. The tip was touched to his chest, the breastplate warping at te touch. The Avatar raised its spear above its head, ready to deliver the final strike, stright through Hectoris.

I asked the captain. '' Sir what where those heretics doing you never told me what actually happened inside the fortress. Everything that i know is that they have fallen from the emperors light and that they ate their militia.''

''And captain don't worry as long as fulgrim is loyal to the emperor we will be perfect and prefail.'' I smiled to the captain and gave him his sword i took it from his chamber and cleaned it up.'' Sir i noticed your sword was a little chipped up so i fixed it for you. Now if you would excuse me captain i have to torture a religious leader.'' As i walked away i thought to myself what i said. ''As long as fulgrim is loyal to the emperor. '' And worried of the future of the legion.

Antioch walked up to Nero and spoke to him, "Brother, you do not seem to be at ease, would you like to spar with me?" He continued, "I must speak with you about some things."

Nero was slightly caught off guard by Brother Antioch waiting outside of the practice cage
"Certainly brother, what do you wish to speak of?" Nero said.

Gannicus felt the unease in his body slowly leave him, the sounds of battle and sight of his now sergeant and direct superior battle ready and in mid combat brought a calm to his being. A slow burning urge for combat crept up within him as he fought the impulse to charge in and fight alongside his brother.
Gannicus gripped the hilt of his power axe out in instinct. He did not wish to Impede on the sergeants training but then again he was never one for etiquette and doing the proper thing even before his superiors.

He wished to see what his new Sargent was capable of, but feared his own reaction if things got to..heated.

Dreph kept on walking. He was stuck deep in thought.

"What are these images? What could they mean?"

Dreph directed himself to the Lexicanum, trying to find the answer amongst piles of dataslates and texts. Not even that could quench his thirst for knowledge.

Angry with his failure, he went to his bay, ready to sleep.

As the Avatar raised its spear, ready to destroy him, Caecilius Hectoris rolled to one side, his severed arm causing him to call out in pain yet again. Ther Avatar realigned its weapon and prepared to strike, but Hectoris rolled away yet again. The Avatar was clearly not amused by this, its ceremonial strike ruined by his refusal to die, and placed its fott upon Hectoris chest. Hectoris felt the burning pain of the wound in his chest open up again, the stitches holding it together seared away instantly.

As the Avatar looked down at the struggling space Marine, he paised his weapon for the last time. Hectoris uttered a prayer to the Emperor and stabbed the Avatar in the foot with his sword. The blade skittered off the metal. He stabbed again and again, untill his blade sunk in deep, just as the Avatar swung its weapon, aiming to spear him on the end of its weapon. It stopped just a few inches from Hectoris, the blade, whatever it was made of, clearly causing it great pain. Seeing his opportunity, Hectoris pressed the activation key on the Xenos device that made the pommel of the sword. It flashed a brilliant green. The Avatar howled loud enough to shake the ground. The cracks along its body and eyes, once filled with fire and lava, grew grey and cold, the furious heat turning to warmth and stone. At that point, Hectoris withdrew his blade, even as the explosions tore through the facility. A massive coloum fell upon the pair. It would not have hit Hectoris, but the Avatar, or the statue that had once been the Avatar, was crushed and smashed to dust. Free from the foothold, Hectoris had grabbed the blade and ran for his life, ducking and smashing through obstacles. Upon reaching the grass hill where he had left the kill team, he had contacted the company before passing oput.

The next time he woke up was when he was being wheeled into the medical facility of the Pride of the Emperor. He immediately closed his eyes, unnoticed and pretended to be still unconcious. Moments later, he heard Fulgrim order everyone, even the Lord Commander, out of the room. One Apothecaries had refused. Fulgrim killed him on the spot. Fulgrim had two servitors collect the body and bring it out the back. The cover story would be he had tripped over a servitorand had broken his neck. Such a thin lie, but no one would argue with Fulgrim or call him a liar, after all. A servitor, completely innocent, was destroyed and used for parts to reinforce the cover. Upon entering, Fulgrim asked him if he had done it. He replied he had. Fulgrim asked him where it was.

Hectoris, as yet untreated by the Apothecaries, reached down, to where he had taken the spear thrown by the Guardian, and reached inside his wound, pulling out the cube. No longer did it shine with emrald light, but with the fiery ruby colour. The fury of a caoptured god.

Fulgrim had replaced the mising pomel of the sword with an emerald cube. This was no wondrous device, simply a gem. The Pheonocian refused to say his intentions afterward.

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Hectoris woke. Several Apothecaries were nearby. Other than that he was alone. nHe had to know what Fulgrim planned to do. He rose and grabbed his sword with his new bionic arm, fixed to his brainwaves by Rephosus. That young rookie would make a beautiful weaponsmith if he wasnt so attached to Segari, he thought. Segari. He hadn't spoken to anyone except the captain and Fulgrim since running off for the "suicide mission." He wondered how everyone was. The last thing he had said to Segari was that "No one was perfect." Of coarse, he had no idea why he saidthat. The Emperor was perfect. Fulgrim was perfect. Horus, the Warmaster, was perfect. The Legion was perfect. How could they not be?

Antioch led Nero over to a cage, obviously meant for two marines, he pulled the power cell out of his sword. "Can you practice and converse at the same time?"

Nero holstered his bolter and pulled out his combat blade. It was fine Medusan steel given to him as a present by an Iron Hands Techmarine.
"I was born to sir." He said and dropped into a fighting stance

Gannicus Pulled himself away from the entrace to the practice cage, stepping backward until he hit a wall. With his Eyes closed his enhanced hearing relayed back to him as much sound possible from the multiple practice cells. The faint echoes of clashing weapons and the unmistakable scraps and impacts of ceramite Power armor.

His mind swam with images of war, the hiss off his power axe burning away the xenos blood after he cleaved into their filthy forms. His grip on his axe tightening along with his chest as he felt his body begin to burn. The anger that swelled in him was only second to the pleasure he felt with thoughts of slaughter.

The enjoyment he felt in regards to battle disturbed him, it was different from his normal zeal for combat It somehow felt perverse. He removed his helmet and took a deep breath distancing himself from his earlier thoughts.
His face nearly as scared as his armor, the scars creeping up the left side of his face. They were new 'additions' from his most recent of missions to 210 years of collection.
"I will wait for him here.." he spoke to the wind.. Or he would have if there had been any wind aboard the ship.
He stood at attention in wait. His helmet tucked under his right arm and his left to his side.

(Im in wait of my Sargent or a passer byer, so i might not post until addressed)

Dreph stirred to find the Apothecaries looming over him.

"Neeeeeeeeeyur - Wha...?"

"Your Terminator Sergeant has to have been hospitalized again."

Dreph stood up.

"Doesn't surprise me. Take care of him. I have other business to attend to."

The Apothecaries left the room. Dreph followed soon after, headed to the Imperial Shrine to meditate.

Hectoris turned over inhis sleep.

Aloysus stepped out of the practice cage to find a scarred marine waiting for him. "You are Gannicus, are you not?" he said with a smile. "I am Sergeant Aloysus, it is a pleasure to meet you!"

Antioch exchanged blows with the younger marine, he told him about the the monster, what it had done, and asked him if he had been troubled as well..