Xavier sat at the table in the feasting hall, his eyes low focusing on the wine in his goblet, his mind on the sparring session with Ajak. He vividly remembered the uncomfortable weight of the practice sword he had taken up for the duel, its feeling in his hands strange. His talents had never been for the gruesome embrace of close combat, all the same he thought himself proficient enough not to make a fool of himself. How wrong he had been. Ajak had bested him easily, almost shamefully. However it was not Xavier's way to look upon the incident in such a light. He knew that he still had much to learn. As if to punctuate the point he shrugged his shoulders, the heafty ceramite pauldrons a unfamiliar weight. Not uncomfortable, for the armor moved with him like a second skin, but the newness of the armor he bore something his body was still growing accustomed to.
Looking up he saw that Ajak's gaze was boring into him, the veteran's visage a mix of disappointment and concern. Had he performed that poorly? The thought was enough to force him into action. At the next opportunity he would go to the cages and practice, he refused to let himself go about with an obvious deficiency if practice and dedication would solve the problem. He was about to rise and head back to the cages at that very moment, when Kondro growled,"Tend to your wounds another time Petros, make good with your drink and you will prove your worthy of the armour you wear." Though he sneered as he said it, it was as if the veteran had conceded some point to himself, that there was some point that would be left unsaid. Though Xavier was resolved to improve, he took the veterans advice and settled back into his wine. The taste more pleasant now, his anxiety lessened.
No sooner had he taken a long draught from his cup, the tension in his shoulders beginning to recede, did Sergeant Daedalus' voice come ringing across the vox. "Squad Daedalus," he began,"report to your chambers and arm yourselves before meeting at the armoury. We are going to war brothers." A simple statement, but its effect on the squadmates was obvious. Titanus stood wordlessly and left, choosing to head to his chambers alone. Xavier however was taken with the reaction of the veteran memebers of the squad. The way they tensed and shared gazes was significant, that significance becoming clearer as they spoke in hushed tones to each other. Orks..... It must be. Only the green menace would inspire such a reaction. Xavier found himself grinning, a quiet desire to test his mettle against the Chapters most resilient foe finally coming to be. He, as Ajak had said, finally had the opportunity to prove his worth.
It was as if thoughts of the man had drawn his attention, for the veteran's gaze settled on Xavier's face. "Looks like you will be getting a chance to show everyone the validity of the rumours," he said. The statement seemed strange to Xavier. He was unsure what he had done that would lead to rumors about him, but as he stood and followed Ajak and Jalecus fromt he hall to toward the armory, he could only assume that the older man meant his unexpected recovery. The more he thought on it, the more he found it likely that his story would have found its way out of the Apothecarion, its details bandied about, changing over each telling. Where others may have thought this leading to an unfair expectation of them, Xavier couldn't help but grin to himself. Here was a challenge worth facing and it was one that he would not fail in. He would earn the respect of these stoic veterans, he would live up to any expectation they had of him. He would prove to them he belonged next to them, fighting in the name of the Emperor.
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