Captain Faust finished his final preparations, and watched the final shuttle depart the small bay. The door slowly churned shut, with a loud metal groan. Faust looked at the servitor closest to him, and thought of the new eccentric passengers he had taken on. "They don't pay me enough for this." he said, shaking his head. He turned and went to the head of the ship. "Make final preparations. I'll brief the new arrivals." He said, as the piloted nodded. Faust grabbed a small microphone attached to a console. "All Astartes, please join me in the dining hall for initial briefing." When he finished, he strode smartly down the hall. He was first into the room, and once all the Marines aboard were assembled, he began. 

The room itself was the largest single room aside from the Engine vault. It had delicate ceilings, of high gothic origin. The walls were draped with banners, scrolls detailing sagas of heroism and adventure. In the middle of the room was a large table, built to the sturdy requirements and proportions of the angels of death. It was cold stone, without decoration, with benches on either side of the long table.

"My name is Faust, you may address me as such, or Captain. Either is fine. But I do not take kindly to disrespect." He paused for a moment for effect. "And yes, I know who in this room is wearing power armor, and who is not. But this is my ship, and I am in the service of Lord Gaius, and am due all the respect he is." Faust clapped his hands together, and then gestured to Syrus. "This fellow is Syrus. You may have noticed he is a black shield, from the lack of markings on his shoulders. He is the master of forge aboard the ship, and has taken a vow of silence. Do not attempt to converse with him, as you'll produce more fruit talking to a wall." To this, Syrus nodded. The entire time however, he was staring at the Blood Raven, as if daring him to live up to his chapter's reputation. 

Faust continued. "As for your mission, there is a small planet that we are being sent to handle. I'll brief you more as we approach and up to date intel becomes available. Brother Arkhas will be the leader of this mission, as he has the most experience. I do not think I need to remind you all that Lord Gaius has hand selected you all for this mission, and although some of you have little experience in the deathwatch proper, he knows you all to be fully capable of his demands." Faust paused again for effect. "And now, I pass the floor to Brother Carus."

At this, Carus stood up. "Yes, hello. My name is Brother Carus. I am from the Hawk Lords. I shall not be joining you on the ground, as I fly the ship's thunderhawk." Carus smiled, a large toothy grin, and licked his teeth, as if he had more to say. After a few seconds he waved his hand to Arkhas, and sat down.

Arkhas, had proceeded directly from the Library to the hall, and still had not removed his helmet, or weapons on his hips. His massive two handed chainsword was in his room currently, though. When he stood up, his bone necklace clinked loudly. Arkhas stood a head taller than the other marines in the room. "My name, is Arkhas." He spoke in delicate high gothic. "My title, is the slaughter." he continued. "I believe in two things, and two things just. My arm, and my weapons. I have taken the heads of gods and burned the wretched from their hovels. I suffer not the weak to live, and shatter the xenos upon their own bulwarks. I come from the Carcharadons Astra. My position is champion, and in this, I am Master." He stood for a moment after finishing, before waiving his hand to whomever was next to him, and sitting back down.