[i][center][h3][color=ed1c24]New friends, old friends and new foes[/color][/h3][/center][/i]

Had the ork not knocked the black armored marine who had leveled a bolt gun at Azazel the Apothecary may very well have killed the badly mauled marine. But, the ork had knocked out the marine... and now he found a replacement for his pupils missing arm... and a new test subject. He largely ignored the Orks words, seeing as he knew enough about Ork Physiology that it would be up and about in less than an hour without any intervention from him. Before he could get to his new subject however, eye lenses glenting with excitement the other... marine though without any of his equipment placed a hand on his shoulder... and threatened him?

The Dark Apothecary growled and stood, almost shaking with rage as he stared down the armor-less marine, chain-sword in one hand still revving quietly, "[i][color=ed1c24]What?! You are threatening me?! Injured, without armor or weaponry and alone?! I should tear off your skin and watch as you bleed to death! I'll rip our your tendons one by one and make sure you're awake for every second! Who are you to threaten me?! I could do whatever I wanted to this Emperor following bastard! I'm surprised those zealots outside even opened fire on him!
 I can do whatever I want to with this helpess bastard! You-[/color][/i]", he was cut off by the... Emperor's Children? He didn't look like one of them... wait...

The Red Corsair bent down to look at the Black Armored marine, finding the symbol of the Dark angels. He began to laugh. Only laughing harder as the same marine asked for the current year. He drew up and looked him dead in the eyes, "[i][color=ed1c24]The Year is 998 M.41,
 its been ten thousand years since you fossils were in real space hasn't it?! Incredible... I bet you're all legionnaires! Rich, traitors too by the looks of it. Emperors children... Dark Angel... whatever you are. Incredible. Do you even know how the Heresy ended?[/color][/i]", he laughed, but it quickly stopped as the lights were turned on. He went deathly silent. He walked about, his pupil Bravis began following him closely, seeming lost as he looked about. Azazel inspected the myriad Apothecarium equipment... enthralled that he may once more have a laboratory...