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Kargon stared at them, watching them closely, the quickly growing youth understood what they were doing almost instinctively. As they poured over charts and ledgers, they spoke of quotas and logistics all to the end of supplying another of the Crevice Cities a few leagues away after a Molten Flow burst from the wall and cut off one of the underground railways. It was inane babble, far to much discussion about unnecessary topics but it seemed to put their frustrations at ease, and that helped him understand them better. They were complicated, delicate beings despite the hardiness of their form and lives. Even at his young age of 4 he understood that in order for people to live and work together amicably, you must ensure that they felt comfortable with you, and that involved conversation and pointless diatrade.

He stood at the table, and looked over the papers himself, while his father and his servant spoke he made short concise changes in schematics for a new tunnel to be dug. He listed ways to carve the stone, natural ways to improve weakpoints to better prevent unexpected molten flows in the future, as well as ways to temper the stone to further reinforce it. It was all so simple in his mind, things that flowed to the forefront when confronted with a problem. He did not question it, because it was simply that simple, and he saw no difficulty in helping his father with his work. He finished quickly, the work his father had been contemplating for 3 days was finished in ten minutes. He tugged at his fathers robe, drawing him from his conversation. Yet even as the man looked at his son, in order to address him, he saw the altered schematics and started to pour over them with his worker. They spoke in hushed tones, disbelief in their voices, and the servant questioned the veracity of anything designed by a child.

Despite this, Father saw fit to give his son's work a bit of trust, because he felt it would work. It took three months rather than the full year they thought, the tunnel was simple and strong and the finest engineers in the city complimented the man's ingenious design. Yet he knew, his son was gifted, and he began to bring him to more and more of the same issues. His son designing clever ways around them, and as the years passed the issues he dealt with only grew and yet were solved as simply as before. It didn't matter, be it city planning or reconstruction, each was dealt with swiftly with precision planning and revolutionary designs. The City became a modern marvel, and the planet benefited from the advanced designs and better logistical planning offered.

Soon however Kargon found himself drawn to other pursuits, most importantly, he found himself drawn to the Forges. It was here he truly shined. Soon, from the Forge of his home, he crafted truly remarkable things. Things that had not been seen in many, many Centuries. Things he knew he could not have known, yet he knew instinctively. It would bare later thought, but for now, he simply needed to forge what he could. He felt things changing.

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Regatus swung his hand backwards, the back of his fist impacting a descending warrior with such force that he could feel each individual rib that broke on impact, before the lifeless sack of meat and bone was launched away. The Corpse hurtled end over end, rag-dolling through the air in lazy spins before it impacted a wall hard enough to make a meaty splat. This had been the third person to attempt a dive attack on him, it was like pigeons splattering into the ground, utterly pointless. Yet each and every one of them did their best to defend their home, doing whatever they thought possible to stall the advance of the cadre of Transhuman soldiers. He was treated the same as his lessors, his 'Men'. It was an insulting comparison, but he understood why they did so, they were just human and there was not much difference when you craned you neck to see your killers.

He killed 2 more divers and 27 more men charging him from between the streets before the sector of the city he was moving through had been finally cleared. He saw dozens of others holding weapons, and yet they only stared at him from the doors of their homes, locked in place by the dread he saw caked across their faces. Their bodies refused to move against him, and he saw fit to simply pass them by, though it didn't matter because the Thunder Warriors behind him slew them all the same. The Bark of their guns continuously filling the air as he moved towards the final bastion of force in the area. A small garrison was nestled between two large stone walls, choking off access to another part of the city. He could easy bypass the point, in order to get to the part of the city he had been ordered to take. The Thunder Warriors seemed pleased with themselves, they cheered their joy with the fight, praising the Emperor and denoting their actions as for the Lord of Mankind but he knew different.

They were animals.

Brutes, Hammers with no finesse, they were killers given the power to kill better. They did nothing that did not involve the shedding of blood and he lamented it. They did not see the beauty in the structure of the city they assaulted, they did not see the results of long dead cultures carved into the walls. They did not see the advancement of Humanity, they ingenuity of men who crafted a living from dirt and stone, who learned to make cooler homes out of Mud and Sticks, who paved the way for all that came after. It was their greatest tragedy, with how zealously they sought total destruction of everything around them. While he would never deny the genius of his Master, he knew this to be necessary for the salvation of mankind. Unity above all else, Sacrifice for the advancement and restoration of Mankind's greatness among the stars must start with Terra itself. But in the end, it was still a pitiable loss of History. It brought him great sadness.

Yet he did it anyways.

These thoughts all went through his mind in the same amount of time it took him to cross the distance in order to make his way into the Bastion. The Thunder Warriors engaged after him, breaking down the walls and slaughtering all inside as he moved past everything. Another mural in sandstone had been painted with the blood of defenders, and Regatus purged it from his mind to focus ahead.

"Akus and Barnibus, move up the streets to the left. Engage the defenders as you see them, but secure the path quickly. Moritus move up the center, draw their attention to divert forces. Letticus move to the buildings roofs, kill the entrenched snipers and ambushers. Meet me again at the End of the street, we must take the Inner Gate." he said with a simple tone, keeping his words to them tight and controlled. It was time to move on to the next objective.

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Orichalcum

Heat, it was the first thing he felt, even wrapped in the shimmering cloths in his pod. The First Sensation he felt in his existence, was Heat, and he knew it was heat. Subconsciously, subliminally he understood what the new sensation washing over him was. It was heat unlike any other, beyond the simple fact his pod was burning through the simmering atmosphere, the world he was hurtling to was Hot. It was covered in heat so pure and simple, that its surface was more molten than solid. Rivers of liquid metal flowed down towering mountains of simmering gold. Yet it was not gold, it was Brass, Titanium, Aluminum all of these were glinting in the bright light of the Red Giant this world called its Sun. He could feel it, even protected as he was, the Heat.

The Heat, it was comforting. He felt its warm embrace caress him to his core, and it caused him to slumber deeper even through this hectic scenario. His pod was wrapped in fire, hurtling towards an unforgiving world wrapped in flame and metal, its ground caked with charred stone and vegetation so brutal its bark was partially metal as well. The lakes he passed over were perpetually boiling, sending plumes of white steam into the air like great pillars. His pod swerved, veering due to the drag, or something else entirely, sending it rocketing down into the crevices of the burning world into the cooler shadows.

His burning pod swerved once more, dipping into a Golden City, carved into the very walls of this great canyon. Gleaming marble, coated with decorative golden brass and filigreed silver Aluminum. The buildings style called back to the older Greco-Roman architecture of Terra's forgotten past. Great Palisades rising into the air, walls meant more for containing the citizenry than preventing an invasion. Yet the people that walked the streets seemed no worse for it all, nor for the heat. Their skin was like Pale Ash, deepening in color with some, with others being even paler than the majority. His pod passed over large Vending Areas, over guards and commoner alike. Shooting across this gleaming city, towards a pristine building situated at its center. Passing over the outer walls, his Pod finally crashed. Sending dirt and Stone flying in all directions as the pod finally was pulled from its great journey to rest at last.

He still slept, and yet even as he did so he could feel his blood shifting, his skin changing as his body adapted. As if it knew that the world he had landed on demanded a different sort of person to survive its intense climate. His skin became ashy white, the tone deepening only slightly. His veins swam black, then highlighted with a Brassy tone, and his eyes darkened with the whites bleeding to black and his pupils burning to that Golden Brass. He was aware, he could feel them coming, and so could the pod. Its covering retracting as voices whispered, swords and spears rattling even as the cock of guns and the whine of lasguns could be heard in the back. Yet they were silenced with a shout, as a Man and a Woman approached the pod. Covered in pure white vestments, with purple and gold embroidery along the edges. His Golden Eyes took in the first sight it had truly ever saw, the man and woman he would come to call Father and Mother. He was silent, he did not cry nor make any sort of sound, as he examined them and they examined he. The woman broke into a bright smile, reaching down she lifted his small form from the pod and held him aloft, as if to look at him more closely. He soon found himself buried in her bosom, her now revealed stomach with a slight turn of a curve revealing she was with child. He could tell, she was going to take him. To make him her child, yet he did not have the words for this, he simple understood it as a feeling.

They spoke hurriedly, as the Man dismissed the guards minus those they had take his pod back to the home. The woman cooing relentlessly at him, enraptured by him, drawn to him in ways she couldn't understand as her matronly instincts took over full force. "Baramidius, what shall we call him. He has come from the heavens, sent as a gift to us by the spirit beyond the sky." she said with a full smile bright and gleaming. The male came over, running an hand over the short hair on the childs head looked thoughtful for a moment. "Kargon, we shall call him Kargon. After the Great Hero of old, the one who captured star fire for his forge." he spoke, with a deep resounding voice.

The newly named Kargon looked at them both, before one of his hands reached up and pat against his mothers cheek, softly stroking it as he committed her and his fathers face to memory. He would always remember this moment.

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Memphos

He heard the cry of battle, the thunder of guns ringing in the air, and the sounds of Battle Cries cut short followed by either the moans of the dying, or the silence of the dead. There was a sort of artistry to the sounds of battle, the staccato screams of the damned and dying painting across the canvas that was the battlefield. Using the oldest paints know to mankind, the blood of its people, a work of art was being crafted in his Emperor's name. Truly, the pinnacle on Mankind he was, for only he could craft such beings so talented in the art of death as his brothers and sisters, and even his lessers the Thunder Warriors were proving their Martial worth today.

Though he found the artistry they employed to be brutish, without skill and finesse, lacking in all refinement and grace they only slathered the field with filthy finger paintings. An introductory work to be sure, but nothing worthy of the Emperor. They were a Hammer lacking chisel, stonework flying wildly with each strike, so did the mess they create sully that which he savored. Any joy he gained from his work, was offset by the barbarity. "Ugh, such animals." he whispered to himself, the sound only for his ears in the sealed compartment that was his helm. He wished for the presence of his brothers and sisters, yet had to content himself with the Thunder Warriors.

He held his axe at his side, the thrumming field of power giving the blade a thin blue hue as the golden filigree along the haft and handle ran with red blood. Many of the men dying today could have been spared, had they only understood and comprehended the great works the Emperor wished to enact. His Master was Grand, his scope of sight beyond all compare, and he only wished to uplift humanity. People however are loathe to let go of power, even meager amounts, in sacrifice to the great grandeur of humanity. Selfishness, pettiness, brutality, barbarity, and most reprehensible of all, Willful Ignorance.

Disgusting things, lacking in all refinement. How he wished to be back at the base, with brush in hand as he gazed at his canvas. He wished to bring life to the barren, not take it, yet he knew that this was his duty. "Duty unto Death, For Humanity, For our Emperor." he said resolutely. He opened his Vox, speaking to the Cadre of Thunder Warriors under him, ordering them forward in cohesion with the Champions own command. "Go Forth, Slay the Enemy of the Emperor. Do not fall behind the Advance." he said simply, before he stepped forward. Holding up his wrist, a wave of fresh enemy troops disappeared in chunks of sizzling flesh as he let bark the exact amount of rounds needed, minimizing Ammunition spending while maximizing effect.

He could only sigh at it all, staring down as their blood stained the sand, a macabre painting showing the futility of fighting against Change.

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Primarch Character - Kargon Hoth

Name: Kargan Hoth

Legion: XI - The Brass Hands

Homeworld: Orichalcum - Class : Hellworld Size: Super Massive (Neptune Equivalent)

A Volcanic world on the Brink of being nothing but a Molten Ball of Metal Slag, with mass quantities of Brass and Non-Ferrous Metals, making it an excellent source for War Materials. Its people have naturally adapted to the Extreme Environment, able to resist the immense Heat and handle molten metals due to an innate Epsilon Level Psyker ability amplifying their Innate Heat Resistance. They live in Underground Cities, built beneath mountains of Metal that is churned up from the core which inversely sucks the heat from the inside of the planet, causing a cooling effect within the Mantle area of the planet.

Psyker Grade: High Gamma

Skills/Abilities:
Biomancy/Pyromancy Psyker Abilities : He is limited to the Iron Body, Endurance, and Warp Speed Biomancy Abilities
Master Level Smithing and Engineering
Gladiatorial Combat Expertise
Defensive Dueling Master

Appearance:

10'8 Ft Tall

Pale white skin, his body is covered in Brass Veins of liquid metal as a side effect of his Psyker Abilities manifesting in order to adapt his body to survive his homeworlds environment.
His pupils are Brass Colored and his scelra are Black

Concept:
One of the twenty Primarchs, Kargon Hoth was launched to the Hellworld of Orichalcum, his pod launching deep within one of the deepest crevices on the planet, which just so happened to hold the Capital of the Planety, Mythrilla. A city of gleaming Brass and titanium, cast into the cliff side. Large metallic Pillars lining the streets, as the Child Primarch landed within the confines of the Noble Hoth Family. Taking it as a Sign from the Heavens, the Hoth Family took the Child in as their Honored son and he was raised along side his two brothers and soon to come Sister. His world is one of many within the Aristocratic Military Junta that ruled the nearby sector. A total of 14 worlds, across 8 Star Systems, each colonized world a mirror reflection of Orichalcum, were considered the Midas Empire. The Hoth family was one of the Noble Sub-Families beneath the current ruling Caesar, Alexandros Midas.

XI Legion Sheet

Legion Name: The Brass Hands

Associated Primarch: Kargon Hoth

Concept:
A legion specialized in Attrition Warfare, masters of the slow advance favoring a heavy forward guard while the back line hammers the enemy with a sweltering rain of fire to grind down the enemy as it advances yet this is not their specialty. Given the nature of their abilities, The Brass Hands are Paramount Defensive Fighters, able to hold a position and even regain ground through the sheer losses they inflict on advancing armies. They make use of hidden defensive installations to launch flanking strikes, or automated turrets that mow down key army heavy weapons and armor before it gets within striking distance of their encampments and bastions. They have elite Ambush Units, hidden within the local terrain meant for lightning raids on Command units with in the enemy. Any attack against The Brass Hands and any fortification they are holding will be costly in the extreme.

This Legion makes use of Psykers, the Molten Masters favor the Pyromancy discipline while on the field. Many of the Marines have at least Epsilon level Psyker Grades, and many manifest the Iron Body ability to endure a sweltering amount of fire unharmed. With just a handful of Marines, they could hold a pass against thousands and make the enemy pay for every step with a tidal wave of bodies.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Primarch Character - Kargon Hoth

Name: Kargan Hoth

Legion: XI - The Brass Hands

Homeworld: Orichalcum - Class : Hellworld Size: Super Massive (Neptune Equivalent)

A Volcanic world on the Brink of being nothing but a Molten Ball of Metal Slag, with mass quantities of Brass and Non-Ferrous Metals, making it an excellent source for War Materials. Its people have naturally adapted to the Extreme Environment, able to resist the immense Heat and handle molten metals due to an innate Epsilon Level Psyker ability amplifying their Innate Heat Resistance. They live in Underground Cities, built beneath mountains of Metal that is churned up from the core which inversely sucks the heat from the inside of the planet, causing a cooling effect within the Mantle area of the planet.

Psyker Grade: High Gamma

Skills/Abilities:
Biomancy/Pyromancy Psyker Abilities : He is limited to the Iron Body, Endurance, and Warp Speed Biomancy Abilities
Master Level Smithing and Engineering
Gladiatorial Combat Expertise
Defensive Dueling Master

Appearance:

10'8 Ft Tall

Pale white skin, his body is covered in Brass Veins of liquid metal as a side effect of his Psyker Abilities manifesting in order to adapt his body to survive his homeworlds environment.
His pupils are Brass Colored and his scelra are Black

Concept:
One of the twenty Primarchs, Kargon Hoth was launched to the Hellworld of Orichalcum, his pod launching deep within one of the deepest crevices on the planet, which just so happened to hold the Capital of the Planety, Mythrilla. A city of gleaming Brass and titanium, cast into the cliff side. Large metallic Pillars lining the streets, as the Child Primarch landed within the confines of the Noble Hoth Family. Taking it as a Sign from the Heavens, the Hoth Family took the Child in as their Honored son and he was raised along side his two brothers and soon to come Sister. His world is one of many within the Aristocratic Military Junta that ruled the nearby sector. A total of 14 worlds, across 8 Star Systems, each colonized world a mirror reflection of Orichalcum, were considered the Midas Empire. The Hoth family was one of the Noble Sub-Families beneath the current ruling Caesar, Alexandros Midas.

XI Legion Sheet

Legion Name: The Brass Hands

Associated Primarch: Kargon Hoth

Concept:
A legion specialized in Attrition Warfare, masters of the slow advance favoring a heavy forward guard while the back line hammers the enemy with a sweltering rain of fire to grind down the enemy as it advances yet this is not their specialty. Given the nature of their abilities, The Brass Hands are Paramount Defensive Fighters, able to hold a position and even regain ground through the sheer losses they inflict on advancing armies. They make use of hidden defensive installations to launch flanking strikes, or automated turrets that mow down key army heavy weapons and armor before it gets within striking distance of their encampments and bastions. They have elite Ambush Units, hidden within the local terrain meant for lightning raids on Command units with in the enemy. Any attack against The Brass Hands and any fortification they are holding will be costly in the extreme.

This Legion makes use of Psykers, the Molten Masters favor the Pyromancy discipline while on the field. Many of the Marines have at least Epsilon level Psyker Grades, and many manifest the Iron Body ability to endure a sweltering amount of fire unharmed. With just a handful of Marines, they could hold a pass against thousands and make the enemy pay for every step with a tidal wave of bodies.

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Regatus Legio Gaul

Individual Character: Regatus Legio Gaul



Rank: Custodian

Role: Custodian Warden

Appearance:
Possessing pale skin, his face is set in hard lines that portray a lack of emotion. He has short brown hair, shaved on the sides. He stands roughly 9'4 and possesses the traditional armor of the Wardens, stylized with the emblem of lions and thunderbolts. He has a lion skin attached to his pauldron and cloak, denoting his rank.

Biography:
One of the 10000, Regatus was denoted as a Lion, fighting much as a young child before he was taken by the emperor and raised up as one of his companions. He gave up the entirety of his existence, all in order to serve his Emperor better. His mind expanded, his knowledge grew, and his personality all refined in order to be 'Better'. He devoted himself to the marital path, while pursuing art in the form of Landscape painting. He tries to capture the memories of the Emperor, taking his words and crafting them into images of landscapes long altered by the tides of time and war. His proudest art piece was of a great 'Waterfall' known as Niagara Falls, told to him by the Emperor one passing night. He finds great joy in his art, and it is one of the few ways for anyone to strike up a conversation with him, as he is always happy to speak on the art of Nature. He has few accomplishments to his name, but is more than willing to put in the work in order to change that. He shall serve with his full being, and nothing will stop him from helping the Emperor achieve his great vision.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Regatus Legio Gaul

Individual Character: Regatus Legio Gaul



Rank: Custodian

Role: Custodian Warden

Appearance:
Possessing pale skin, his face is set in hard lines that portray a lack of emotion. He has short brown hair, shaved on the sides. He stands roughly 9'4 and possesses the traditional armor of the Wardens, stylized with the emblem of lions and thunderbolts. He has a lion skin attached to his pauldron and cloak, denoting his rank.

Biography:
One of the 10000, Regatus was denoted as a Lion, fighting much as a young child before he was taken by the emperor and raised up as one of his companions. He gave up the entirety of his existence, all in order to serve his Emperor better. His mind expanded, his knowledge grew, and his personality all refined in order to be 'Better'. He devoted himself to the marital path, while pursuing art in the form of Landscape painting. He tries to capture the memories of the Emperor, taking his words and crafting them into images of landscapes long altered by the tides of time and war. His proudest art piece was of a great 'Waterfall' known as Niagara Falls, told to him by the Emperor one passing night. He finds great joy in his art, and it is one of the few ways for anyone to strike up a conversation with him, as he is always happy to speak on the art of Nature. He has few accomplishments to his name, but is more than willing to put in the work in order to change that. He shall serve with his full being, and nothing will stop him from helping the Emperor achieve his great vision.

Warhammer 40,000: Blood & Beauty

Harstein Thrace

AGE - 29

GENDER
Male

RANK & ROLE
Rank: Regulator
Role: Planetary Enforcer

HOMEWORLD - Arterium
Few Arbites ever serve on their homeworld, with those that do being immensely privileged. Harstein Thrace is one such person, but not simply because of lucky, but because of station. As one of the few Sons of the Planetary Governor he was allowed to pick which field he wished to join much like his older brothers had been. Aside from the PDF or the Guard, or even one of the more Administrative positions he could have picked, he chose the Arbites.

Because he knew that is was something he could do to benefit his home, to help his people, and to show them that he and his family cared about them enough to fight for their safety at home. Many citizens extol the virtues of the Guard, yet forget the people who secure the peace at home and he would not be one of them. He would become one of his Divine Emperor's Enforcers of Law. He would uphold the word of law, under the gaze of the Emperor, and protect all citizens from those that would debase it. He would become the Law, and Judge those who dare think themselves above the Emperor's Judgement.

PERSONALITY
Harstein is an immensely devoted man, being the third son of the Governor he was guaranteed nothing in succession aside from wealth and safety. He needed for nothing, and nothing could be asked of him by others, and that sat ill with him. He watched as a young boy as the men and women of the Arbites fought the crime that had begun infesting the Hive City of his home. He saw the depravities of Babellum rising to the top, like sewage polluting the waters of a lake and it sickened him.

He watched as day by day, more and more of his home descended to anarchy and violence. How could we, as the Emperor's own people, allow this sort of injustice and disobedience to his Golden Eminence stand. It was then that Harstein promised to be hard, and uncompromising as the law dictated, as his Emperor would have done so himself. He would become the Hammer and Anvil upon which the Sinner and the Traitor would break, for what else could one be in defiance to the Sacred Law? As his Holiness Commands, Burn the Mutant, Kill the Alien, and Punish the Traitor. True Happiness stems from Duty, and there could be no greater Duty than Service to the Emperor's Imperium.

BACKGROUND

Harstein is the third son of the Planetary Governor of Arterium, with his older brothers serving their roles in the service of the Star System his family held stewardship over. He was slated for no defining role within the System that he could not find himself, and as his family has always believed, a Man can be worth nothing until he proves he is worth something. Each Son is required to serve the Imperium in some manner, be it Administratively or Militaristically, they must contribute to their chosen role.

His Eldest brother will become lord of Arterium and Master of the sector, and Harstein has no issue with that. His brother is talented and dedicated, and shall make an excellent heir for their father. Harstein however has always felt a strong sense of duty, even as a child. He watched the men and women in uniform, those Lawkeepers of the Imperium go about their hard duty with a sense of longing. He to wished to serve, to be a beacon of hope for another small child much like himself. To inspire and encourage one to service, and to one day prove to both his Father and his Great Emperor that he had not chosen poorly when the Thrace Family was put in charge of this world all those many centuries ago.

Harstein enjoys few vices, but he does enjoy drinks with those he would call friends as well as the sight of the Moonlight reflecting off the Sanguinalla flowers on the night of the full moon. The radiance they give in the sunlight is breathtaking yes, but the serenity of the Moonlight on the red petals drowns him in fields of silvery blood. He sometimes thinks he can see it, the great battle where the heroes of the Sanguine Hands fought to the last against the forces of the Great Traitor. He can hear the roar of battle, the sound of gunfire and even smell the fresh blood spilled in the name of the Emperor. The dreamy illusion shatters quickly enough though and he is filled with a sense of Duty Renewed each time.

EQUIPMENT
Synford Pattern Lockshield
Adeptus Arbites Carapace Armour
Power Maul
Vox Legi-Pattern Arbites Combat Shotgun
Takara Palatine Compact Laspistol

MISCELLANEOUS
Harstein is a simple man, and tends to be blunt. He will be straight forward with you and you can be assured that he does not lie, it is a trait he picked up from his position. He finds Lying, and those that do so to him, worth less than the air they just wasted. He does not give trust back to those who have broken his, and he will never trust a liar. He will forgive mistakes, but never an outright lie. He finds betrayal to be the most heinous of sins, but understands that there are some that do not do so purposely and he does differentiate. However he will not allow ignorance to pardon a crime, and will execute the law to the fullest based on the situation. He will simply not hate you for it as he would for those who do it despite knowing better.

He is single, and has not been slated by the Orders Famulous for a marriage yet. He has an immense respect and admiration for Sisters of Battle and Astartes, in particular any son of The Angel. He finds those men and women to be the height of service and duty, with their stalwart justice and faith being a shining example of what humanity can achieve with a sense of Duty and purity of purpose.