Soon the chapel was bled dry of all the Imperials that once inhabited it. Dead men and women,  the young recruits lay on the ground,  theirbstandard issue flak and las guns and autoguns being claimed by cultists, stripped of ammo and desecrated. Bodies were drafted into piles and casually tossed aside,  cultists beginning to annoit the church with blood and fire,  screaming dark praises.  A few slaaneshi cultists even began to fornicate on the alter as if it was some insult to the Imperium,  two men and a woman,  sandwiched there as looting and burning happened.<br/><br/>Aquila were torn down and replaced by drawn Chaos Stars and the sigils of all the gods. Among all of this the silent statue of the Emperor c'est an almost dissapeovijg gaze down at everyone,  the cultists not yet removing it or even trying to just yet, like they wanted him to bear witness to it.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Outside June slowly grudged along,  augmetic feet smacking blood slick ground with her legs automatically finding her balance,  making her seem almost graceful.  as she slowly moved towards the chapel. Her ears heard the jogging of the man however, especially the augmetic of his legs,  how he breathed with his augmetix lungs. It wad something of a feat but when you're a tech priest ibis something you learn how to differentiate.<br/><br/>The young woman looked over to him and nodded,  her very real and very green eyes gazing at him,  tracing his augnetics. Up this close her face was not so shadowed,  the same exotic looking half-rebreather coveted her young,  almost cast porcelain face. Her gaunt cheeks were half visible and lanky brown bangs hung in front of her eyes,  the rest of her hair cropped close. " I have found what I was looking for. It is what Obam carrying. The fool underestimated krak versus ceramite. " her voice sounded voxed in beneath the rebreather,  a metallic hint to it, although it was clearly feminine, and devoid of accent, she pronounced every letter in a word clearly.<br/><br/>In her head she was doing s logical analysis of him. The man appeared as a hodgepodge to her. Maybe someone who didn't grasp their calling or didn't care too. He was heavily augmented though, speaking a heavy injury in the past or a love of the machine or both. Though it was nice to see he favored the steel to flesh. " Are you a demagogue as they call them? If so my faith lies in the Omnissiah and the machine. " it was a casual dismissal if he tried to sell faith to her,  a matter-of-fact statement. " You are curious though. Are your augmetics functioning? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>