Draksal spent the last of his time in a briefing with a Techmarine of the Chamber Ferrum about the maintenance of his Bionics once he left the chapter. This boiled down to a rapid instruction on how to deal with either tech-priests or Techmarines from other chapters for the acquisition of replacement parts and materials. In particular it stressed to never mention or get involved in a discussion about the Moirae Schism when speaking with them. This along with the transfer of a few slightly more sensitive data-files concerning the maintenance and construction of his Bionics that the Techmarine thought prudent for his survival, were all there was time for before he departed, offering a prayer to the Omnissiah and the machine spirit of the stasis tube for his safe arrival before dreamless sleep enveloped him.

He awoke in indeterminate time later and used the 15 minutes to run diagnostics on his system to ensure they were not damaged by the trip, review the data he had received about the death watch in general and run a mental exercise program that involved sorting falling tetrominoes, with the aim of creating a horizontal line of ten units without gaps, which would then vanish. All this was done by having the various programs/data be superimposed on the optical information he received from his Bionic eyes and controlling them with micro movements of his Little finger. 

Finally the greeting party arrived. Draksal eyed the Black shield with curiosity, what crime had they committed that they had been forsaken by their chapter, yet not so great that they had been allowed to survive? As a son of Medusa his chapters origin was in a way like that of a black shield, exiled from their parent chapter due to internal conflict they had proven themselves loyal and capable members of the Imperium. He had of course not been there at the time, but he felt it prudent to give this sorrow the benefit of the doubt for the time being, they were clearly not weak and still loyal to the Imperium if they had made it here alive on their own.

Perhaps the vast metalwork that marked him out from the others had allowed him to come to his senses faster for he was the first to respond in a flat semi-electronic voice.

“[color=35c316]I am Draksal Corbite of the Sons of Medusa. I must commend the Silver Skulls actions at the Gildar Rift against the traitorous Red Corsairs[/color]”

The grinding of his clenched metal fist the only indication of the burning hatred he held for the former Astral Claws, his voice still monotone as he continued. 

"[color=35c316]It is satisfactory to know that one from that chapter will be leading us[/color]"

He paused for a moment then added.

“[color=35c316]May I ask when we will be reunited with our equipment, I wish to confirm mine has survived the journey intact.[/color]”