The Imperial Colossus: A Warhammer Rogue Trader RP - Games

Katherina remained silent and simply observed. While it was true that the branches of the Imperium did not always see eye-to-eye Katherina had learned the importance of forming her own opinion rather than continue feuds stretching across decades and beyond. Most of her sisters might not share the same respect as Katherina had for the Adeptus Mechanicus and instead choose to fear them.

Thall held his hand on pilar for some time, his hand sporadically and violently twitching throughout. Thall then begins humming a soft chant within binary before grently lifting his hand off the cold steel. "This machine has endured so...so much..pain." thall said in a saddened tone, "But yet..the machine endures..proudly." thall says with a reinvigorated voice, his head rising back up to eye level.

Katherina nodded. "A worthy ship that honos the Imperium." She bowed her head again. "Thank you, honored Magos."

"You are most welcomed, Sister Katherina. I i'm Thall Karkinos and i im quite impressed with your respect towards the machine, nevertheless, I must end this conversion prematurely as i must depart to set my facilities aboard this vessel. Again, im grateful to have met one of your order who honors the the machine god. Farewell...for now." Thall said before leaving to establish his lab elsewhere on the vessel.

With heavy footsteps and clanging, Rowbutt lumbered down the ramp of the ship. The massive armored brute was resting his warhamma on his shoulder as he walked. He looked around and could barely hide his disgust at the sight of the other xenos. But he had promised the Rogue trader that he would not cause a ruckus unless needed. Pinky swears are a trusted and old oath on Terra. Breaking one would bring great shame to him. Somehow. He did notice one person of particular interest to him, however. A Sister of Battle. "Good to see you 'ere Sis!" He bellowed as he walked over to her.

Katherina turned around only to have her neutral expression turn into a face representing the profound disbelief as to what her eyes are seeing. Infront of her stood an Adeptus Astartes; the stalwart warriors blessed by the Emperor himself to fight the evil hordes of the Warp and defend the Imperium of Man. Except this was actually an Ork in power armor. Anger started to brew within her as this filthy xeno seemingly appeared to wear the armor as some sick trophy. However upon closer inspection she realized that the Ork didn't actually observe her with the hate often witnessed when meeting other greenskins. Did this Ork believe that he was a Space Marine? A battle brother? There was only one way to find out... Katherina bowed her head. "Emperor's blessing upon you, Battle Brother. I am Sister Katherina Sepherine."

"Golden Boss' blessin to you. I be Rowbutt Grrman. Sphess marine and servant to the Boss."

((Fucking amazing.)) Katherina supressed the urge to shoot Rowbutt in the head. She smiled in a friendly manner. "It is my pleasure to meet you Rowbutt. Say, what chapter has been granted the honor of being represented by a fine warrior such as yourself?"

"Er ah, I'm currently in between chaptas, so I guess I be Table'o content for now."

[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/209022845571956736/372341737798107136/1506025440190.jpg]"Must be a new Astartes Order."[/url] Once again she supressed the urge to kill Rowbutt. At the same time this creature amused her. He would be an interesting companion. "Battle Brother, I hope that we may fight side by side in glorious battle." "For the [i]Boss[/i]."

"'dat's 'da spirit, sis! togetha we will get into right an' propa fights." Rowbutt said in a delighted tone. A bit of his more orky side breaking through.

[QUOTE=kilerabv;52815370]"'dat's 'da spirit, sis! togetha we will get into right an' propa fights." Rowbutt said in a delighted tone. A bit of his more orky side breaking through.[/QUOTE] "Ey' bruv' you want to grab some proppah' food with me or wot? I bet these ommies really know how to roast up a squig."

"Wot this now? Don't call me bruv, ya xeno!"

[QUOTE=kilerabv;52815635]"Wot this now? Don't call me bruv, ya xeno!"[/QUOTE] "Oo' You callin' zeeno ya git yer as green as Mc Nicklas himself! anyway you want some food er' not"

"Don know what yer talking about, ya git. I'm as Sphess muhreen as it getz. And nah."

Katherina reluctantly stepped in between the two Orks, of which both were double (if not triple) her size. "Perhaps we shall greet the others? After all it seems that this Rogue Trader whom have employed us intends for us to work together."

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;52815744]Katherina reluctantly stepped in between the two Orks, of which both were double (if not triple) her size. "Perhaps we shall greet the others? After all it seems that this Rogue Trader whom have employed us intends for us to work together."[/QUOTE] "Only if there is food I'm so hungry I could eat a grot, many grots actually with sauce MMMmmm" He breaths down onto Katherine as he drifts into a day dream of the many ways hes cooked up grots in the past.

Hearing the bellowing from behind him, Eur'i stopped and careened his head around to see... an... an Ork in a Space Marine's power armor? Nary a scowl crossed his face, just a look of confusion under his helmet as he thought. Were the Be'gel so moronic as to believe themselves as members of another race, or was this a clever ploy to infiltrate onto a Gue'la's ship? Giving it some more thought, and having a bit of an eavesdrop on the jolly blue and green giant, the pathfinder shook his head, quite confident in the thought that it would be the first option. He looked around some more, seeing swathes of Gue'la around the place. One an admittedly much more wispy-looking Gue'la, but... they seemed to be one, nonetheless. He figured that the female associating herself with the Orks was of a much higher standing than the other humans around her, mostly for the fact of her far more ornate... and tactically [I]impractical[/I] form-fitting armor. And finally... a Kroot, slaves of those-- The Tau steeled himself, taking a breath of the stench-filled air filtered through his helmet. Best not to make enemies with the only one who would view him as some form of ally.

Katherina firmly placed a finger on Snugbunz's forehead. "Greenskin if you intend to consort with foodstuff, please do so elsewhere." She then glanced over his shoulder and spotted Eur'i. Truth to be told, she had never met the Tau before. Another fascinating companion. She nodded her head at the pathfinder.

Thaddius emerged from the depths of the vessel quietly, as he did most things. Prepared for a public outing he also hid his garish metallic form with a dark cloak that did well to conceal his features. The only arm that found its way through the sleeve was his left, the hand often dedicated to firing the Arc Pistol that rested on his waist within the confines of the cloak he wore. The other arm was a limb turned into a power sword, currently deactivated and hanging at his side, giving the overall impression that this figure was something of a lame hermit rather than a Mechanicus killing machine. Still, there were certain tells like the metallic clanging of his cybernetic feet (near-silent as they were) and the sound of actuators engaging and disengaging with each of his movements, as well as the bright glowing eyes of his visual sensors. With his enhanced vision he observed his surrounding in a 360 degree field of view, yet he was both drawn to and wanted to avoid the Magos for fear of being found out. Knowing the retinue of implants on the Techpriest, he soon calculated that he would have already been able to determine his Forge World and ranking from this distance. If nothing was done about it at this point... He figured he was fine. Thaddius was more interested in conversing with the human crew than the horrendous Xenos he was forced to share a ship with. Yet he was spared from a conversation with the honored Magos for his brooding and observing saw the Techpriest move past him and back into the bowels of the ship, the gait of his walk suggesting he was on business. Thaddius knew better to interrupt a busy Techpriest, so he just offered him a nod and soon began walking out of the ship's entryway. "Greetings upon you." came out a slightly muffled, practically digital voice from the cloak. "I am glad to see the Omnissiah has blessed our voyage. I pray that he continues to grant us good will and fortune, even if our mission can be considered... tainted in some respects." He speaks as he approaches the sister.

The pathfinder offered a small, courteous nod back to the female. The faceless, smooth (or at least, as smooth as a dinged up, scratched, decade-old mass-produced helmet can be) headgear hiding his true suspicions. He had figured from the ornate armor that she was of much higher standing. If general knowledge of the Gue'la were to be believed... she would be orders of magnitude more zealous than that of her inferiors. A silent sigh of relief crossed the Tau as what seemed to be another Kor'vesa approached the human. He'd rather not provoke the ire of the fanatical woman, should she come to greet him personally. He disappeared into the crowd-- as best he could, anyway, thinking still. He'd figured that the zealotry of the humans steered them far away from using any sort of Kor'vesa, but here they were-- bulky and seemingly jury-rigged as they were. Perhaps he may not have given them quite enough credit.

Sister Katherina bowed lightly in response to Thaddius. "Blessings of the Emperor be upon you, soldier of the Omnissiah." She smirked. "I fear not that the Emperor nor the Omnissiah will curse our mission. As long as we stay true there shall be no need to worry."

The Infilitrator Princeps is incapable of smirking. Or emoting, at any level. Still, he offers a nod before flicking his gaze back toward the vessel. "One can hope so. The machine spirit of our vessel has yet to cry out in agony from interference of our... new allies. So long as its adamantine walls keep us separate I should operate at optimal efficiency." he says, raising his hand and closing its metallic fist for emphasis.

Snugbuz begins to make his way towards the city seeing as no one wants to dine with him. "Well I'm outta here you lot I is gonna find me somethin' to eat, ring me on the squawker if you be needin' my services"

((Aren't we onboard the ship?)) Katherina held up her hand. "Ork I am sure that our employer will provide food momentarily." She paused and glanced at the lesser servants and workers moving throughout the hangar. "I hear that the personal retinue of Rogue Traders are given several... benefits."

Khrak watches the ship as more people exit. Most of what he sees is fairly unremarkable except for the giant ork in stolen power armor and... the other power armored human not killing them? His knowledge of the humans is limited but if there is one thing he knows it's that the ones in that armor are quite zealous about their various duties, especially in battle. After watching the two actually talking for a minute he spots a Tau as it enters a crowd of people. Watching the lone pathfinder, he makes a mental note to find them later. It is strange for a lone member of the fire caste to be on board a human ship. Some sort of spy? A defector? These things would need to be found out.

The rows of soldiers were led by a lone man at the front. He immediately stopped and barked out “HALT!” The passengers who just left the Heavy Lander turned to the incoming group. This group were comprised of four guards at both sides wielding sharpened spears. A man wearing cerapiece armor by the side of the Rogue Trader. She stood there staring at the hundreds of new arrivals. The man whispered to her ear. She slowly nodded, arms crossed. She then spoke in hush words, walking away. The crowd raised questions and soon confusion. The man took the center, shouting “All members move to each column. Every passenger made separate columns side by side “13591-Serrated move forward.” The members were shown their identification. Two Humans, an Eldar, two Orks, two members of the Admech, one Kroot and a Tau ex-soldier were called for. A guard wearing plated armor reading on the dataslate. “Serrated, all Xenos are to be escorted by security in a Housing Unit in Hablevel, bottom of these Docks. Members of the Imperium are to be sent elsewhere. The Sororitas in Command Deck. AdMech in their factoriums.” “By order of the Rogue Trader, Xenos are free to roam among the Avenger.” The guard shows the exact housing unit [t]http://i.cubeupload.com/rL3hh6.png[/t]

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;52816222]((Aren't we onboard the ship?)) Katherina held up her hand. "Ork I am sure that our employer will provide food momentarily." She paused and glanced at the lesser servants and workers moving throughout the hangar. "I hear that the personal retinue of Rogue Traders are given several... benefits."[/QUOTE] ((I was under the impression we had just landed on the planet)) " You make a convincing argum-" Snugbuz was saying before being interrupted by the Rogue Trader's words. Snugbuz asks the guardsmen escorting him " Is there gonna be food where we goin?"

Katherina held up her hand. "May I ask that my Battle Brother is also housed within the Command Deck?"

"no."