The Apothecary was quite unsettled by what he saw. Could they really have traveled that much in time? The warp was a fickle thing and one knew of stories of men meeting themselves because the warp brought themselves years back in time. But was that not the pathetic rumouring of mortals? For it to happen to such an honourable, such a grand Astartes vessel was unthinkable. He hesitated before replying. "My Lord, in all truth this is beyond my ken as an Apothecary. However, I pledge that what I can do to remedy this grave turn of events, I will do to the fullest of my ability." Dumbfounded, Klaus kept looking at the display. Unable to make any sort of sense of it, he gave a tired sigh before resigning himself to the current truth of the matter. With that, the Marine awaited what input the others might have and the next assignment the Chaplain would provide. 

It was not too long after the discussion started when the ship rumbled, the solid impacts of macrocannons going upon them. The Apothecary was undisturbed, and said a quick prayer for the humans aboard the ship doing the ordinary naval work. With his newfound Brothers he rushed to the boarding craft, Chainaxe already whirring in anticipation.

[i]Not now....[/i] he muttered, for nor strangling the serpent of anger inside him. Klaus had a more important task for now, and it was quite likely he woudln't even taste blood that day. Just as the Chaplain began to pray, the Apothecary followed, intoning the same words. However, as they began to finish his words trailed off slightly differently.

"Death, war and blood;
in vengeance serve the Emperor,
in the name of Sigismund!"

After his time in the Deathwatch and serving with both an Imperial and Crimson Fist - theoretically gene-Brothers to the Black Templars - and reading texts of the past, his opinion of the Templars Gene-Sire had... changed.