(the parts that say 'everyone' at this time includes Solaki, Vermaas, Cleomenes, Raxan, Raziel, Kain, Dymethus, and Spurius
As Thrasius directed, the crew aboard The Heart prepares for warp travel and soon enough the massive Flagship sails through the colorful demonic ocean.
During warp travel You have a vision. Oddly, you cannot recall when you experienced it. Whether it was during prayer or meditation, battle practice or sleep...you just seem to have it in your memory now but it is as vivid as your own hands before your eyes. In fact, thats how the vision starts. Your hands open palmed and fingers half curled in their black gauntlets for a moment as if they are both holding something other than air. They seem to move forward on their own, your body with them. They suddenly take a strong grip upon two handles with large triggers attached to them. An Assault cannon mounted on a turret extends over a crumbling building wall, a few stories above the ground. Several bombed out structures fill your view beneath a gray smoke-filled sky. Below you in the street marches what must be at last a hundred men dressed to the Imperial Guard. They march toward your position.
You cant see them, and you cant make out who the voices belong to, but you know that some of your brothers are near you on the building's rooftop. You open fire, see bright muzzle flare and distant sparks of dark red, and thats it.
If your characters had something to say to someone during the previous update but did not get to, it is during this time that they may.
The Heart Makes good time, taking only eight days to reach Ferim's system. It takes about another days travel to reach where the Black Templar strike cruiser already awaits, not far from the orbit of Ferim's further of two moons currently designated only as M2.
All of what is effectively squad Scrious as well as several other Scythes of the Emperor.
As to seeing the moons designated as M1 and M2 Thrasius makes the comment, "It certainly is not like the Imperium to take its time in naming its territory...odd."
"The Black Templar Strike Cruiser Indignere Iudex in view my Lord, both ships are en route to approach." says one of the dozens of piloting crew from his hunched, seated position; only turning his head to speak and exposing the cables attached to his head and chest that lead into the panels before him.
Within the next couple of hours, all of you are in the hangar bay area to accompany Lord Thrasius in his formal greeting. Alexander, Ryan, Zurick, Izrael, Tobias, and the remaining sergeants are also present.
By this time you are all well aware that Thrasius has two obectives in mind for the Templar Chaplain. The first is to inspect the new recruits for tainted minds. The second is to train one of the Scythes to be a chaplain and teach them how to detect taint without the use psyker powers.
You all know you are among your Lord's favoured troops...
A black Thunderhawk swims though space toward the bay opening. It slips through the shields and gravity containment fields, going from a silent fish to an obnoxiously loud beast. As its engines whine and cool, you all come to formation behind your Lord. Your ears quickly mute most of the engine noise and pick up a new sound, one of heavy clanking coming from behind the blast doors. And before the thunderhawk's black doors open still, something slams into your sense of smell.
As soon as the doors opne a dusty looking cloud of smoke pours out onto the metal floor and slowly up into the hangar air. The source of the smell: incense, and lots of it. From out of the cloud of incense first emerges a Black Templar with the chaplan's banner rising from his powerpack. Behind him come two Sword brethren in terminator armor....something your chapter has been lacking since Miral. One of them bears lightning claws, deactivated of course, and the other bears a power sword and storm bolter. Behind them emerges Chaplain Albrecht. His armor a more coal-like black than his brothers' jet-black. His helm sharply edged and all black as well, looking more like a skull than the usual MKVII helm. His red eye lenses also brighter than normal, but the light more focused to appear as pupils. Six more Astartes line up beside the banner holder.
All of them have impressively decorated armor. Each suit is marked with several campaign markings of white and red. They bristle with iconography such as skulls, eight point stars, and litanies... not to mention weapons. Intricately designed blades of many sizes, chainswords with gleeming teeth, and so many chains and strips of parchment as if they were ribbon. All of them but the chaplain have their helmet's removed as a polite formality.
Thrasius and Albrecht approach, a warriors handshake between them and formalities spoken. The chaplain introdues the two terminators, each the sergeant of the two terminator squads under his command, one assault based the other standard.
"Brother Sergeant Ulric," he says waving to the one with lightning claws, "And Brothe Sergeant Roth," he says waving to the other.
"Have you had time to scan the planet yet Chaplain? I noticed the two moons haven't been formally named yet, which seems odd."
A harsh voice lashes out from the Albrecht's grill-vox "Despite this oddity, Ferim itself seems to be breeming with hive-city activity since when you last left, according to the information you sent me regarding its condition at that time. The section you are familair with, Vorspire, has increased more than ten-fold in size and population. Your chapter has been semingly out of contact with the Imperium for more than a decade now. I regretfully inform you, the Imperium is not what it was in the late 41st millenium. Th beginning of the 42nd has been unkind to say the least. We need a chapter like the Scythes o the Emperor back in the fight...thus, why I am so eager to offer my assistance on this day."
"I see," replies Thrasius, "Let's not wast time then. To the first order of business. Alexander, Tobias, I assume Brothr Niko has prepared the youths for the Chaplain's examination?"
Alexander begins to offer his affirmation when Albrecht interrupts, "Let's not waste time indeed, Lord of the Scythes. I am plenty capable of performing both tasks simultaneously. Lead me to them."
Though he doesnt explain how, and simply follows Thrasius. Alexander, Tobias, the other Scythe sergeants and the two terminator sergeants leave with them. This leaves the eight of you looking at the seven remaining templars...who all stare back with little to no emotion on their faces whatsoever.
But without warning they become alive. One who bears a long sword sheathed at his hip, with bright blonde hair and dark eyes moves forward pointing at Vermaas, "A brother-cousin I could come to like quickly I think." he then offers his hand to Vermaas.
The one with an axe and plasma pistol, a grim face like tree bark, brown hair and several service studs to boast speaks next,"Always so quick and brash Leonard..."
The largest one who carries te heavy bolter booms out in a loud voice that nearly echoes, heavily accented, "Well this is depressing. You Scythes were such a lively bunch in the Damocles."
One with a pistol and chainswod turns his head to one with a bolter and sword, both have dark hair and tanned faces, "Is this really all they have left?"
The second replies by adressing the Scythes, "Indeed? Are there less of you than what we saw on Tri'vaa? You took losses on the world we orbit? How did those tyranids escape Tri'vaa and make it all the way here? We bombarded the surface.... By the way, I am brother Zamiel my holy allies."
Another Templar holding a pistol and chainsword on his form remains still, but as more begin to speak the more you can pick up shaky muttering of some kind escaping his helm.
The one with the banner atop his powerpack cooly walks to Solaki, looks him up and down and asks, "What legendary veteran do I have the honour of standing in front of? I am not familiar."
The last one who has a bolter at one hip and what appears to be a short linked mace on the other stands with arms crossed, merely scanning.
Greet the Templars. I will make mini updates as necessary. That or I will PM replies. Other than that, post your charcaters reactions to the rest of the update as usual.
You can never be prepared for the unexpected