It was quite an event when they decided to send the Scout Sergeant to the Deathwatch. An Astropath would send a message to pick him up at Macragge, where a small ceremony was held. A long line of the Chapter's serfs would form all playing assorted instruments while assorted Space Marines including those of Kurt's former squad would all stand saluting to form great pomp. With a final salute to his Captain, Scout Sergeant Inri was gone. 

He awoke with an exaggerated yawn and stretch, like the princess of a fairy tale. He walked out slowly, adjusting his hair. His dream was a bright one, with him sitting on the throne Calgar usually occupied. He too had power armour just a little too large for him and a power fist that was unnecessarily big, but he also didn't have two. That just seemed silly. Instead he had a storm bolter, yes an engraved one with kraken bolts only, and all the other Ultramarines bowing to him. Yes, a fine dream indeed....

Kurt stood amongst the other Marines, looking left and right. No, these were not the desirable fellows to have at all, he would have to exercise caution; especially around the flesh tearer. He didn't want the lunatic splattering a valuable asset, no. He gave a sarcastic salute before presenting himself. "Kurtis von Inri, Scout Sergeant, Ultramarines." he said, a socialite smile upon his face. It would be an interesting service to say the least.