Kester sang along with the Chants, his voice a low rumbling bass, what you would expect from his form. Kester moved through the Katas he had practiced for centuries, the Claymore he wielded part of his body as he flicked it along, his massive form moving through the flowing moves with a shocking grace, for one unused to the Space Marines, and the Storm Wardens particularly. He missed the company of his chapter brothers. If this was a Storm Warden Vessel, he would have been among his battle brothers, challenging them, jockeying for the right to participate in the Vanguard of the next battle. There was none of that here. His comrades were worthy men in service to the Emperor, but they did not replace his chapter mates. He shook his head angrily, moving through the Kata's faster. He'd exhaust himself again. Practicing with his blade was all he could do at the moment. So he did, honing his skills, putting a monofilm edge on them.<br/><br/>When the message came he smiled, pounding his Breastplate in glee. The Black Armor marked him as a member of the Deathwatch, the emblazoned Lightning bolts marking him clearly as a Stormwarden, the cloak that sat on his shoulders only helping a little with that. He slung his Claymore into the straps set into his armor, taking the weight of the massive blade easily. He walked through the halls simply, eagerly, feet ringing on the deck as the Storm Warden walked swiftly to the command room.<br/><br/>The Armored figure stepped out to meet the other three in front of the pure black Thunderhawk. At Grenarius' call he unsheathed his blade once more, bringing the massive blade point down onto the deck, knowing that the Blade was forged of stronger stuff then the Deck itself as he rested his arms upon it.<br/><br/>"I stand ready, Captain. Where do the enemies of the Emperor Lurk?"