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Gargulec:
'Thank you, Brother Captain, I shall leave at once' the Inquisitor nodded, and did as she said, quickly passing though fortress's corridors until she reached said dock. She glanced at the newly arrived marines, and what could be a slightest grimace erupted briefly on her face.

'Greetings. I take it that is all of kill-team gathered here... or are we waiting for more of you?'

Malek Deneith:
- "None other are to accompany us as far as I was told. Just the four of us and you... Inquisitor." - Zahariel spoke again - "We should probably make haste and leave."

Kamikaze14:
Your journey to the Avalos system aboard the Imperial Sword Class Frigate Valiant was swift. During the voyage, you remained mostly apart from the rest of the crew, who in turn kept their distance, overawed to have not one, but several members of the legendary Adeptus Astartes aboard their ship. Your only real contact was with its commander, Captain Galrite Haltreme, as he gave you updates on the vessel’s progress and assurances that you would reach Avalos as quickly as his crew could manage.

After a week of travel, the ship's public address system comes on.  "We have entered the Avalos System.  Deathwatch Kill-Team, please report to the hangar and prepare for insertion."

Xander Morhaime:
"So it begins..." Verran muttered to himself, looking up at the voxcaster that pronounced their arrival.

With that, the Devastator finished his prayers and readied for their descent to the planet, his heavy bolter loaded with regular rounds in the event that forces on the planet would try to oppose their landing. The Dark Angel went over his equipment one final time himself - checking the seals on the grenades, tending to the machine spirits of his sidearm and his heavy bolter, testing the edge of the issue knife and his ceremonial sword, going over the feed system for the ammunition backpacks... and finally, seeing to the revered machine spirit of his power armour.

So prepared, he made his way to the vessel's hangar.

Malek Deneith:
- "Begins? More like never ends brother." - Zahariel finished putting magazines into his bolter's fire selector - one with hellfire rounds to scour flesh and bone, one with metal storm shells to cut through masses and one with regular shells - "Our duty that is. There always is another threat to deal with."

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