Caduceus was currently having the slightly bizarre experience of witnessing the briefing from seven different locations, due to the servitors that the Forgemaster had slaved to him. Each one gave him a slightly different view of the briefing, the commanders, the reclusiarch.... He saw each and every banner hung on the wall from a different location, even saw himself, a towering figure of red robes and thick armour, holding his ceremonial, yet no less lethally deadly for that matter, chain axe, the teeth of the construct gleaming evilly in the artificial light. 

The Celestial Falcons were a new chapter, not tested by war and with a Lord Commander younger than him. This, therefore, thought the Forgemaster logically meant that they were ideal for going up against these… Trogs. How sad that his brothers in the Biologis had failed to come up with a name before the guardsmen had come up with one that was irredeemably stupid. One of his servo-arms was extended and had been peering at the hologram, storing away vital information he could glean from it inside the databanks included within his helmet. Whilst he could have taken the servitor with him, he had no desire to mollycoddle a lobotomized neophyte around with him.  No, this was far more practical.

Despite this however… He felt a pang of jealousy. He was one of the highest ranking Techmarines in the Raven Guard, with the taste of Forgemaster in his grasp, and instead of fighting with the rest of the Legion in their black, he was among the yellow, ‘fresh’ marines viewed only useful for reinforcing incapable guards and exterminating backwater aliens. Were they not even powerful enough to justify fighting an Ork uprising? Perhaps the filthy Eldar had come out of their heretical ‘webway gates,’ and they could supress that? No, of course not. He would have shaken his head, but there was no need. Some members of the congregation, he had no doubt, would have similar sympathies.

When he spoke, his voice was a deep, rich booming bass voice, loud and clear, untouched by the technological modifications otherwise spread across his body. “Every brother shall have his holy bolter, every assault marine his chain sword, every squad his rhino and every devastator his weapon of peerless destruction. Unfortunately, we have no access to skimmers such as the land speeder, nor do we have access to air support such as the Stormtalon gunship. Our holy land raiders are available for use however. There is also…” He paused for a second. “There is a forge world located in a nearby colonized sector. I could beseech the Magos for lease of a group of Skitarii. Despite the time they would take arriving, these could perhaps take pressure away from the local guard and allow us to concentrate our forces to a greater degree.” Noticeably, Caduceus avoided calling the younger man any honorifics, if he insisted perhaps, but that was unlikely, thought the techmarine.

“What few of my brothers are on this fine ship will be marching with the machines. You shall find no fault in our equipment.”