"Melta bombs"

[Demoades Achilles]

Brother Demoades Achilles made his way down the dark narrow corridors of the ship, turning and going down stairways and elevators. He passed chapter serfs and servitors along the way.

He was tasked by his sergeant to get melta bombs from the armory. Eventually, he had reached the doors. The heavy bulkhead had yellow and black striped lines around its edges. Klaxons sounded as it opened, and a techmarine, brother Sinthus, allowed him entry. He spoke with Sinthus for a while.

Whilst they spoke, a servitor, a low man, probably a seedy criminal given a grim fate in his past life, wearing a dark cloak so his entire face was overshadowed by his ragged, torn-up hood. Demoades could spot legs, like those of a spider, carrying the servitor along, pulling him down the armory. Several more like it were skittering about, seeing to munitions and arms and armor in place and in check.

This one servitor crawled up to Sinthus, tapping his ceremite boot with one of his metal spider legs. Sinthus looked down.

"Well done, my friend..." He said, smiling at the tiny thing. He was given the melta bombs, of which he handed to Demoades, who took them, heading off to another part of the ship. He was tense, and he needed sleep... Just then, his vox went off.

++Brother Achilles, Come in.++

"This is Achilles." Demoades said, putting his fingers to his earlobe.

++This is Marcus, meet me in the Chapel and I will take those melta bombs off your hands. I am sure you wish to be well rested for the upcoming mission.++

He sighed, and without hesitation, he walked up to the chapel.

[Demoades Achilles]

It was almost too late. Sinthus handed the plasma gun to Demoades, who took it, grinning.

Never before had he wielded a weapon of such power. He had felt the heat within the weapon.

Many would die before his hands...

With that, he left, plasmagun in hands.

[Marcus Camillus]

Sometime later Marcus entered the armoury. Dressed even as he was in breeches and vest, he felt naked. Calling over a servitor he commanded it to fetch his equipment from it's holding cell, where it had been stored while he was in the Med-Bays.

After a short wait the Servitor returned, augmented limbs easily carrying the heavy armour. Marcus quickly aroured himself, strapping his Bolter, the Melta Bombs and his Combat Knife to the waist of the armour. Now he just needed to seek out the Apothecary before he was ready for battle. Turning on heel he left the armoury.