Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140721012547/@comment-24821739-20140804144539

IC: Tychus surveys the Kill-Team assembled before him and smiles inwardly. The Marines arrayed before him are all of differing Chapters, with differing battle tactics, and mannerisms. The Deathwatch has thrown these few under his command, knowing that his martial and command ability will be more than enough to pull these Marines together into the most lethal of Kill-Teams. Deathwatch also knows that blood must be shed, and the fire of comabat must be initiated before these Marines band together. Nothing brings Space Marines together better than fighting together, and trusting their flanks to the Battle Brother at their side.

"Thank you for your punctuality, I expect nothing less," Tychus says, looking at each Marine in turn.

Nodding to a servitor, he says, "Pull up Star Chart 97568X4."

A Hologram blinks into life as the servitor's hands fly across the interface. A system of stars comes into focus.

"Zoom in, 500 times magnification, co-ordinates 49915-4465."

The Stars spin, and zoom in, focusing on a planet near the system center.

"This is Gol-orak, dropsite of Kill-Team Omega. They dropped 8 months ago, investigating a garbled distress call sent via astropath. Pull up audio bank Epsilon 9916."

The Servitor makes an unintelligible noise as it pulls the relavant data from the cogitator.

Static fills the chamber, with various patterns of clarity. Las-shots can be heard, along with garbled screaming. "They............kill......overrun...dead," The voice says, then the signal abruptly ends.

"Zoom in on Hive-City Thrasis Minor, co-ordinates 45-909," Tychus says, walking around the Space Marines, and standing next to the hologram.

"This is where Team Omega went, and Deathwatch command lost contact 6 months ago. We will deploy via Drop-pod, full spread. Kill-Team Omega is one of the best, they wouldn't be dead without leaving a message as to what happened. Consider this world EXTREMELY hostile, we do not have information on what enemies we will face. Their last position was here," Tychus points to an area in the central Hive,"We will drop outside the city and work our way in."

Tychus turned back to the Space Marines arrayed around him,"I personally selected all of you for my Squad. You all bring something different to this team, and our ability is well rounded. Remember that no matter your differences, the brother next to you will be covering your flank. If there are weaknesses in my line, we all falter. You will work together, We will prevail. We must prevail!

"We are Space Marines! We do not falter, we do not fail. Honour for the Chapter!," Tychus strode back to the front of the breifing room.

"Drop-pod 915 leaves in 5 minutes, if you are not on it, I will personally kick your ass!"

Tychus smiled at the Marines, easily indicating it as a joking barb.

"Dismissed!"

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Tychus makes his way to his drop pod, expecting the Space Marines to obey.

''Guilliman's oath, this is a mess. We have no logistics, and zero intel. I hate working for the Deathwatch sometimes, there's no sense of tactics.''

A robed man falls into a jog next to Tychus, and hands him a long wrapped package.

"Sir, sharpened and ready," the man says.

"Thank you Orthius, may the Emperor keep you safe."

"Stay safe Captain," Orthius stopps jogging and salutes the giant Astartes.

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Tychus waits in the Drop-pod for his team, greeting each that enters with the Brother's fore-arm grasp.

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OOC: I told you he was cold and efficient when discussing tactics! :D