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Kashi:
"It never had a beginning point for starters." - Armitael said, glancing at the rest of the kill-team as they got ready for the purge. Just to be sure, he took a look at his grenades, making sure they were with their safe in place, as well as checking the mechanisms of the two chainswords, the physical embodiment of his very own soul. Satisfied, he followed his teammates to the ship's hangar.

Gargulec:
Sophia followed the Battle Brothers, clad in a simple, brown robe worn over her suit of carapace armror. A massive- at least for an ordinary human standard- boltgun was slung over her shoulder, and by the look of it, it could be assumed that this weapon served the Inquisitor for a long time. Another weapon, a simple, robust revolver was strapped to her hip. And then there was a sword.

For all you could see and, it was an ordinary blade, one among the untold numbers of weapons forged for Emperor's service. And yet, in the way Sophia displayed it, in the way she wore it was something that made you believe that this particular sword was something much, much more.

She seemed as calm as the Astrates were, relaxed and prepared to meet whatever the Enemy Beyond could throw at her.

'There will be an end to the duty' she stated firmly. 'There will come a day when all is done, for better or for worse.'

Xander Morhaime:
"Our service to the Emperor begins when we are born... and only in death does duty end," Verran summed up with a shrug. "The task of slaying the Emperor's foes, however, comes and goes like the tides."

ZZ:
Rezmiel followed the team, listening to their conversation, but not participating in it. He did not check his equipment, and it looks that he rarely does it, just by looking on his bolter.

Kamikaze14:
The hangar is empty, save for a lone Thunderhawk gunship and Captain Haltreme, who greets you when you enter.  "My lords, we are nearing Avalos.  I suggest you make any final mission preparations now."  He presses a finger to the micro-bead in his ear.  As he listens, his expression turns grim.  "I have been informed that we have entered vox range of the planet, but all attempts at contact have been met with silence.  I have a bad feeling about this."

(OOC: Now would be the time for selecting a squad leader and oath-taking.)

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