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Brother Berumedes was in agreement with his impressions of the others, so he simply adding to his brothers closing statement on the matter.

“[color=35c316]And such weakness must be purged[/color]” 

They would now proceed to the armory, but his brothers words to remind him of his place and the position he now in, bound to secrecy of his time here, to be forever set apart from his brothers by his time in the deathwatch, if he even survived the alien horrors they fought.

“[color=35c316]This I understand, It shall be a privilege and a burden both to know what my brothers cannot, to wield the classified weapons of the deathwatch against the enemies of humanity.[/color]” 

A burden and a privilege, so much of a space marines existence was these two intertwined in their duty, bound to serve the Imperium, to fight and die so others may live in relative peace. Although this was perhaps more true of those chapters who actually gave a damn about the average Imperial citizen than for the sons of Ferrus, who cared little for the weak mewling mortals who made up the Imperial masses as anything other than cogs in the great machine that was the Imperium.

“[color=35c316]Tell me, what kinds of threats might we expect to encounter in this sector? Xenos of course, but what kinds? It would be useful to know in case some foul creature outside of the upcoming mission parameter shows up unexpectedly to know what they are and how they can be killed.[/color]”