Walking through the corridors

[Theofonias]

Theofonias dressed in loose black and white robes walks with a purpose. Stopping at the habs of Kill Team Alpha team he begins to collect those that have been assigned to the mission.

[Theofonias]

By the way those that wish to play should answer their door and play along.

[Isadius Arenis]

Anybody? or is it only people who are on the roster?

[Theofonias]

I've all ready stated the status of those whom are not on the roster.

[Petronius Commodus]

I do not know if I am on the rooster. If not then consider this some improv rp.

Wearing his carapace armor Commodus were preparing his equipment, checking his gladius for any damages or dents, it were a last resort weapon that all astartes were to have. Small compared to other weapons but sharp enough to cut the arm of an Ork.

As he examined it however something caught his sight, the reflection.
Commodus had no mirrors in his room for he saw no need for it, and thus rarely saw his own reflection. The first thing he noticed as always were the bionic eye implant, he had lost his left eye in one of his earliest missions under the command of Sergeant Quintus, an explosion from a Ork melta bomb had scarred most of his upper left face, and thus his eye had become useless.
It mattered little of course, his bionic implant worked even better then the original and it allowed him to view and various spectrum's as well.

His bionic eye whirred and gized as it examined the room.
Everything were well placed and in order as he preferred it, over in the corner a Shelf stood with various books and reports of battles by various chapters, and in the middle a book that dwarfed the others in size. The Codex Astartes.

Sheathing his gladius Commodus walked out into the corridors.
As he looked down it he saw a robed figure, Commodus recognized this as brother Thefonias.
Commodus approached Thefonias making the sign of the Aquila as a sign of greeting.
“Greetings brother, might I ask what you are doing?”

[Theofonias]

sonsoftheemperor.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=roster&action=display&thread=128 it looks like you were Accepted. Also, those that are not on the roster are considered Aspirants. Due to the unique nature of the Omega Marines and our company part of the Aspirant's road to acceptance is running missions with full brothers during Phase 18 of their transformation into Space Marines as laid out in this link wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Black_Carapace#Black_Carapace

Good evening Petronius, my friend. I have been sent to collect those battle brothers that wish to leave this hallowed hall for a time.

He slowly waved his hand indicating the Deliverance wearing a wry smile. It's known to those that have served with him that Brother Theofonias does not like spending too much time without terra firma beneath his feet.

The Choirs have picked up a distress signal indicating a large space hulk has appeared in a back water system known as the Skekza system. It is heading with unusual purpose towards the forge world Lokam and is believed to bear heretics or worse. This mission is volunteer only as the stability of the hulk's time out of the Warp is in question. Shall I include you in the ranks?

He looks you in the face expectantly.

[Petronius Commodus]

Weren't this a mission meant terminators?

But Commodus quickly quelled the thought, and returned to the expecting Theofonias.

Commodus nodded
“Yes Brother I shall come with you. When are we expected to depart brother?”

[Theofonias]

He grins mischievously, "We all ready are brother. We will be entering the warp with in the next few hours. Say what prayers you can, I know there is little time. Now excuse me, I have to continue to collect the others."

With that he moves away his bare feet slapping quietly on the metal flooring.

[Isadius Arenis]

Isadius' brow furrowed as he cleaned out his bolt pistol with a cleaning rag, muttering the rites of cleansing as he did so. His black and white carapace armour glossy in the dim light of his dormitory. Beside him on the bed, his personalised Bolter lay silently, a magazine jammed in the holy firearm. His attention briefly was drawn to his bionic left hand, which he clenched slowly, the aquila on the top plate caught the light a little.
He sighed and placed the rag beside his Bolter and slammed a magazine in the Pistol, pulling back the lever to load a bolt in the firing chamber.
He smiled and took his Bolter, slipping the strap over his arm and sliding his pistol into its holster. He exited the room into the corridor and saw a marine in duty robes talking to another Neophyte, the former turned and walked towards him. He coughed lightly.

"By the Emperor, brother..." Isadius crooned as a half-smile curled on his features, his voice like liquid silk - a stark contrast to his scarred, beaten exterior, he ignored his brother's wait for the sign of the Aquila, "A Space Hulk cleansing is one of the most dangerous things a Neophyte can do... Surely it is a little too dangerous for myself and the other Scouts, Brother Theofonias? Surely it is a job for the Terminators of the First Company?"

Isadius grinned to himself as he fingered the hilt of the Mono-Filament Gladius at his hip. This would be interesting...

[Theofonias]

You are correct Aspirant. It is a job for Terminators and one that we will leave them to do. All will be made clear in the briefing. You have much work to do. Go retrieve an armored void suit from the armory and say your prayers. I will signal you when you are to meet me and the others in the briefing room

With that he gives the young Aspirant an encouraging grin and continues on his duties.

[Isadius Arenis]

Isadius blinked as Brother Theofonias grinned at him and turned to continue his duties.
He smirked and strode off in the direction of the Armoury, in order to pick up his batch of ammunition and grenades for the mission at hand, as well as the Void Suit Brother Theofonias reccomended...