[CENTRE][i]There is no God, but the Emperor, and we are His Messenger[/i]

~ Testament of Chaplain ********* *** ******* of the **** ******* [/CENTRE]

The words were in a tiny scrap of paper on the walls of Brother Karolai's tiny dormitory. The Apothecary was kneeling in Prayer, his chainaxe upon his lap. He had yet to properly serve with his Black Templar brothers after his time in the Deathwatch. It took him so long to adjust and at last be comfortable with service in the Deathwatch, and Klaus wondered if now he would face readjustment to his home Chapter to be just as difficult. The Apothecary knew he would do his duty regardless but he knew that it was so much simpler to do when he was as one with his comrades. He would go to duty in the squad Sibrand he was assigned to and he would do all demanded of him. The Marine merely wanted guidance as to how.

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Blessed are the grand in spirit: for theirs is the Imperium eternal. 
Blessed are those who mourn: for they will be comforted. 
Blessed are the meek: for they will inherit the galaxy.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness; they will be gorged and sated.
Blessed are those who show no mercy, for they shall receive it from Him.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they will see the Emperor.
Blessed are the warriors, for they will be called children of the God-Emperor.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness: they are by the Emperor's side.
Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you, when they and  falsely utter evil against you on my account. 
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward by the Emperor's side is great, for so they persecuted the Prophets and Warriors-[/CENTRE]

He was cut off as an Initiate entered the candle and incense Chapel where he was praying. The youngling hurried over to him and notified the Apothecary that his presence was needed. With a grunt he made the sign of the Aquila, lit a candle for a Brother lost and after letting the sweet smell drift to him for a few moments he opened his eyes. He would now be meeting most of the Brothers he would serve with for the first time. He needed to make a good impression. Carefully locking his helmet in place, the Chaplain sprinted across the ship with the super-human speed all Marines were known for towards the room where he was called to. When he arrived - now slowed to a calm and gracious walk - he entered the bridge with a bow of respect to the Chaplain and a nod to the others present. Klaus said nothing and instead simply took a position close to the door where he could lay eyes upon whoever else entered, and be ready to swiftly leave whenever the talking was done. For now he gazed at the Chaplain, meeting his blue gaze with the red-amber glow of his helmet's eyeslits.