Raimer stood watched silently and carefully as the astartes approached him. They were cold to him no doubt well ingrained into the ways of the Deathwatch which stripped away much of your brotherhood. He advanced when indicated to and listened solemnly as the librarian recited the oath. His skin crawled to be so close to a witch, a user of the warp but he had in part been sent as he could hold off on acting on the feelings of revulsion he felt and so maintain his composure even as he was close enough to strangle the witch should he choose to. He raised his bowed head once the oath was finish, "I swear upon the honor of myself, my chapter, and the name of Sigismund first of my order that I shall hold true to this first oath, the Oath of Silence."

His answer seemed to satisfy them as the witch as he was invited to follow and soon surrounded. He noted one was a brother of his own chapter and turned his head to speak to him but even though he could not see his brother's eyes through his helmet it was almost as though he was glaring with such power to sear through their helmets and Raimer abandoned his attempt to communicate with his brother. They continued on in silence then as they approached a doorway from which he could hear the sounds of a clearly ancient battle brother and upon seeing his appearance could tell he was correct in his first assumption of the astarete's advanced age. It was rare for an astartes to live so long and as such bowed his head in respect to the warrior who had lost so much of his skull the steel plugs which would normally indicate his age were missing.

When the servitors suddenly came at him for a moment he almost fought back though in realizing what they were doing and the proclamations of the apothecary caused him to lower his arms back down to his sides and let them remove his armor. One they finish their task he silently goes with the apothecary to the examination table, he understands what is to happen he is no stranger to psych-indoctrination and proceeds to meditate on the many hatreds of the Emperor as the procedure is performed. 

With the medical procedures finished he awoke in a cell, one of the first things he noticed was it had superior furnishings to the usual Black Templar cell though lacked in some key areas such as arms and armor though that was to be expected except there was no personal shrine as well which did annoy him. How could he be expected to properly venerate the Emperor if he did not have a shrine or the means to construct one. He went through his mind with the new information he now had anti-xenos methodology mostly or information to aid that in some way. It was all as he had expected for the most part though the Deathwatch seemed to know more about some Xenos than he had expected and wondered how they had gotten such knowledge that could not be gleaned on a battlefield. With that finished he set about meditating and exercising until he was brought from his cell by the Storm Warden Caeden. The chatted amicably at first as he exercised under his watchful eye.

Near the end though Raimer asked him, "So, for what I have ahead what can you tell me of the horrors out her."

This made Caedon seem to darken slightly and some of his pleasantry was gone, "Of the horrors out here, now that you are in the Deathwatch I can tell you nothing, you are not yet truly one of us and the things you will face are those which I cannot speak of and must be experienced.

That put a damper on the rest of their interactions that day and Raimer stopped asking questions of the Deathwatch and what they would do exactly instead asking more questions in regards to general knowledge,

At last the final day came, he was brought to a small arena and as he entered it was all to clear what he was to do. Standing across the arena from him clad only in a small tunic and armed with a combat knife like the one he had been given was an Eldar, searching his knew knowledge he quickly surmised it to be the breed known for capturing and torturing prisoners and was more afflicted by the negativeness of Chaos. He would put it out of it's misery, he came at it quickly swinging his blade to test it and was caught of guard by it's speed as it leapt in at him, he tried to dodge but was not fast enough as the Eldar drew a dark line of blood across his chest with the blade in it's right hand. The Eldar did not stay within his reach for another attack retreating back away as fast as it had come. He was preparing to attack again when it sidestepped him, to the left. Turning with it he brought up his arm to block another attack from a blade in it's right hand but the attack did not come from there. Instead it had switched the knife to it's other hand and stabbed deep into his back. This time though it could not retreat fast enough as the blade met resistance as it tried to pull free.

Dropping his own blade he grappled with the Eldar now gaining a hold of him before he could escape, one hand was latched around the Eldar's left wrist even as he had let go of the blade to escape while the other hand was clamped tightly over the Eldar's smaller shoulder. With the Eldar in his grip now he knew he had him, with a fierce yank he dislocated the Eldar's arm and broke his arm with a snap that echoed through the room. The Eldar did not scream, he would credit him with that but now with one arm useless Raimer grasped the Eldar's neck with his right hand, lifting him up off the ground and began to squeeze. There was no fear in the Eldar's eyes as he closed his grip, only hate. Slowly, one by one a serious of small sharp pops and cracks could be heard and then the hate faded from the Eldar's eyes as the life did as well.

Dropping the corpse of his enemy the gate from which he had originally emerged opened up. Turning he proceeded to leave and gave out a reverberating cry in victory, "[b]TO BE PURGED, THAT IS THE FATE OF ALL XENOS[/b]"