From those aboard, no one could've been more reluctant to give up their equipment than Corneo from the Iron Champions. Even after he finally agreed to it, simply because no alternative was presented to him or the others, he kept outright grumbling about it to himself and anyone who happened to be close enough to hear it. He simply did not feel comfortable, and anyone and their mother could notice it one way or another. Either way, as a loyal space marine he did stop his grumbling, eventually, meaning that he went quiet a few moments before their stasis begun. Such a joyous ride it was going to be, he'd only have to close his eyes like this, see pleasant dreams about things getting crushed beneath his boots as he falls on them from high above, ready to..wake up.

The pod opens and the disfigured marine steps out blinking and stretching his arms slightly, clenching his fingers into fists slightly before recalling his missing equipment and thus there was no need to grasp anything. His new, fellow chapter goes through instructions. Sorrow from unknown origins, Corbite from the Sons of Medusa, Ironnmarch from Harbingers, Felbane from the Angels of Absolution. He shouldn't be so surprised, he knew that Deathwatch works this way, or so they at least said and were right. It was his turn. "Corneu Cornelius of the Iron Champions!" he announces clearly and looks around the rest of the people present slowly before adding."An optimal situation would be that we would at least be reunited with our armor and helmets as soon as possible." he states and rubs his face slightly, trailing his fingers along the scars that were everywhere.