"The Emperor protects," were the words muttered from his mouth while he stood without his armor. His heavily muscular body covered by the thick underclothes that were commonly used under his armor with a robe covering his body. Brother David barely felt the weight of his armor, for his training from his childhood had made his mindset think to other things. Although within that he still strive to know more of the technology that was kept to him, and his life on Mars he was allowed to study the bits of technical science that were allowed to him. He worshiped each piece of technology that was given to him, and prayed to them each day. Which was what he was doing now before placing the armor on his back.  Now he was little part man anymore, for so many implants as well as mechanical pieces on inside of his body and the extra arms on his armor. His mechanical heart would beat inside of his chest along with his human heart, making him feel less like a human and more like the machinery he prayed to.<br/><br/>Still, David was skeptical about working with people from different chapters and he knew that his strong beliefs would begin to clash with others. David strongly believed in his causes, and knew that he would be needed to aid the machinery of the other people he hadn't even met yet. While he was thinking deeply, almost like a meditation about his what future the next few days would hold, he was running his hands over his armor. He knew he wouldn't budge if anyone would question his beliefs, and he would do what was asked but nothing that would go against his beliefs or the emperor. The human part of David that wasn't replaced by machinery or implants knew that he was slightly more talented and better than the brothers he hadn't even met yet.<br/><br/>Checking everything after his prayer as his hands quickly went over the armor. His movement was fast and fluid, as if he had done this multiple times a day, which was slightly true. Everything about what he did was pure and it showed with the fluid perfection movements he checked over his armor. His arms were functioning properly. After everything was religiously checked, he knew it was time to take part of the next ritual. He motioned his human hand above him towards the serfs as they came to aid him in the next part of his ritual. Then that second a handful of failed space marines came, shorter than his extreme height. Each one of them muttering prayers towards each piece of armor as they raised it towards his muscular body. The mutters together sounded like a deep chat, as David stood there with his eyes closed. Praying towards the Emperor for a successful battle which would come.<br/><br/>The ritual would take a while, but David refused to rush though something that he heavily believed. The serfs left his side, finishing their chant as he was now fully dressed in his armor. Looking even larger than before with the thick pieces of machinery that surrounded his body. An extra arm was placed on his back with his pack and engine to help him move. David first tested the arm to see if it was working properly and once he was content he nodded. The serfs came back for one last touch as they placed the robe against his armor, and with one final prayer David was done preparing. Leaving the new ship he knew not much about he made his way towards the hanger bay.<br/><br/>The doors opened around him as he looked at the comrades. It seemed that the Captain was already there and that his ritual had probably taken longer than the rest of them. Already he was skeptical thinking that the others didn't pray to their machinery as much as he did, and was instantly put off by the fact that his dedication must have been higher than theirs. David, without a smile to his machine like expression blank of all emotions, made his way towards the rest of the brothers. Making his way towards the edge of the crew as he blankly stared at the Brother Captain.<br/><br/>