The rest of the marines followed suit with introductions and a few other requests for the return of their equipment, none of which were answered and were rather taken for enthusiasm, a pointless notion if ever there was one. Still there was the ceremony of the return of their armor so at least that could be checked over now. As their armor was borne to them by a number of tracked servitors - things that had once been men and women who had serve the Imperium unflinchingly and with all due diligence and thus received the Blessing of Iron.

As the Ecclesiarchy priest(in Draksal’s opinion versed in the Cult Mechanicus would have been more suitable) applied what was in some places his suits third coat of paint, the reality of the situation began to set in. That despite it seeming like he only just left due to his time in the stasis field, he was now many light years from his fellow Sons of Medusa, among people whose beliefs were very different from his own. Yet he was expected to work with these people who were far too attached to their weak flesh and none of whom worshiped the emperor as a god, the only exception being the Black Templar Berauth and his faith was via the Ecclesiarchal teachings. For most believers of the Cult Mechanicus this too would be at least as distasteful as meany chapter’s continued belief in the Imperial Truth, but The Sons of Medusa where perhaps one of the few groups who did not view the Imperial religious institution that they were not a part of with disdain, due to their rather quiet belief that the two would one day become unified in their worship.    

It was with mixed feeling then that, after his donning his armor and running similar checks on it as he had on himself, that he was assigned a member of the Iron Hands as his ‘Initiate’. Having one who shared many beliefs and potential needs would be rather useful for him in getting used to the fortress. However there was the problem of the ‘many’ part, as those few that separated them had resulted in the exile of those who eventually founded his chapter. He would need to head closely the advice of the Chamber Ferrum and not bring it up. Ever. The Techmarine’s wordless salute did not help clarify whether his opinion of Draksal’s chapter was cold disdain or if it was a genuine show of respect. He returned it all the same. Not exhibiting any outward emotion did have a few disadvantages in the communication department but they could be overcome by being forthright with your intentions.

“[color=35c316]It is a blessing to be placed in your custody for my initial assignment, Brother-Techmarine. [/color]” It truly was, for the Techmarines of the iron hands and their descendants acted as chaplains would in other chapters, along with their usual duties.

“[color=35c316] I have a few questions, after which I intend to head to the armory to inspect my own equipment and what heavy weapons this station has access too before we assemble formally. Is there a digital map of the station available? Will I be able to continue the path of purging the weakness of my flesh here or does the deathwatch not have access to that amount of Bionics? Also are you or any of your brothers versed in techno-exorcism?[/color]”

He was very interested in what the armory held, for while the Sons of Medusa’s forges were known to be able to produce most equipment of the Adeptus Astartes, even some of the rarer pieces, the deathwatch may have access to some particular advanced or novel devices his chapter did not yet have patterns for or nor the chance to examine.