The Sons of Medusa’s salvaging practices had originated when they were but cast offs from their parent chapter, with only a few ships, the armor and weapons they carried and no Departmento Munitorum support. Any replacement equipment and ammunition had to be either made or taken from those who had it, namely any enemies of the Imperium that used equipment created by it. They had managed to become a full and successful chapter despite supply problems and it had instilled a continued practice of taking any opportunity to acquire new materials.
“Those pieces reclaimed from those that have turned on the Imperium have served me and my chapter well since our founding. Steel, once cleansed, can be put back to work where the wearer has succumbed to the weakness of the flesh.”
The map concern was reasonable, though Draksal thought that maybe a map with large amounts of censoring might have been useful and not so dangerous to leak. Also a map stored in the mind could potentially be ripped out of a psyker, so their plan did not entirely stop the enemy learning of the watch station and it’s contents. Still, in the end it was a reasonable security approach even if it was inconvenient so he simply nodded in understanding
Laughter, from a son of Ferrus? Even if it was a binary package and not a emotional reflex that was still odd. Still the ability to continue on the path was good news.
“That is fortuitous, I was intending on replacing my other arm next to correct the weight imbalance”
Then came the knowledge of other with the art of Techno-exorcism and that he could be introduced after the first mission.
“That’s when they might be needed anyway, though with deathwatch primarily anti xenos endeavors I imagine they do not have much need of it. It is useful to know nonetheless. Thank you for your answers Brother Berumedes”
With that the Techmarine strode of through the halls and Draksal followed, such wordless action and expectation of being followed a normality for him and he was as excited as it was possible to be with the emotionless nature of an iron mind to see the treasures of the armory. It was a shame he was sworn to secrecy on what he would find within, though with the Mechanicus’s jealous hording of the most advanced tech available to mankind such a state of affairs was to be expected in the Imperium. Omnissiah forbid the devices of the Deathwatch fell into the hands of some that would use them against the imperium, such as the Lamenters who apparently had members in this watch despite their chapters crime. Why they had not been thrown out to join their chapter on their mercifully granted suicidal crusade was beyond him. What he was not expecting was Brother Berumedes’s quip along with his question of the weakness of his fellow initiates.
That was two times the Iron Hand had displayed a sense of Humor. It seemed that the rumors circling around the successors of the Iron Hands might be true, that at some point the Iron Hands had had some change of Ideology. At around the same time that "With steel we are stronger, but without a soul we are nothing." became part of their Iron Father's preaching they had exhibited a slow turn away from emotional suppression and dehumanization of their minds. An interesting development in the chapter that was for sure, it was often wondered what event could have so shaken the Iron Hands ideology as whatever it was they were not telling anyone what had happened, even though they had lost almost a third of their numbers around the same time.
Back to the question at hand, it was difficult to judge based on their cursory introductions and half overheard conversation with their own guiding marines the problems that might arise from them but it was probably best to analyse what he new now before they became a problem in the heat of battle.
“From what I have seen brother Inri appears to be rather full of himself, either from being an Ultramarine or from leading the chapter's newest members giving him a false sense of superiority. It is most concerning.”
As the sergeant of a devastator squad his opinion of those responsible for the previous training for his squad members was mixed. Some he received were very adept at exploding things but they all had to be trained that while it did well to tread softly the big gun was the imported part of being a marine and the application of firepower was paramount to victory. It was also very annoying when the sneaky buggers complained about fire whizzing past them as they did their thing. Stealth went both ways and unfortunately in the heat of battle it was sometimes difficult to spot a scout crawling around while you were trying to shoot some giant monstrosity. He had been known to argue that, yes, while we could have them crawl all the way up to the tank and place a detpack on it, we can also just shoot it till it explodes which would be faster and much more likely to succeed.
“Then we have ‘Sorrow’ and the Iron Champion Cornelius, neither whom I like the idea of working with. Sorrow is an unknown factor for whatever crime he committed, though his loyalty is probably assured, only the most foolish of enemy would commit himself to the deathwatch. The Iron Champion’s Founding Chapter the Executioners have fought against the Imperium because of some supposed debt to the treacherous Astral Claws, it is possible that Brother Cornelius may put some supposed honer before Duty to the Emperor as they did.”
Draksal stopped for a moment considering the rest.
“As for the others, apart from their flesh, we shall have to see if the brothers Berauth or Ironmarch run in front of my firing line in a blind rage, if Brother Berauth causes problem with religious arguments or Brother Felbane has issues with no longer being in command of a company and instead equal in rank to former sergeants and battle brothers”
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