When the words of Brother Captain Batiatus came to his ear, his head rose from a slightly bowed state, for he had been meditating on the teachings of his Chapter and of the Emperor, blessed he be for eternity. Rising from his knees, his powerful form shook for a moment, limbs loosened, his multiple hearts started beating faster as he got excited. Crixus was always ready to make war, it was his fuel and his passion, service to the Chapter and to the Emperor! He was no regular Space Marine, not a rank and file member of the Adeptus Astartes, if such a thing existed. No.....Crixus, was<em>first</em>company. When he moved to arm up, it was not into a suit of power armour, it was a suit of<em>Tactical Dreadnought Armour</em>.<br/><br/>He was a Terminator.<br/><br/>Crixus already stood tall, even for a Space Marine, but in the massive bulk of his sacred armour he was colossal among men. It shone perfectly, the techmarines tended to it well, once in-cased, the smell of oils he wore was impossible to pick up through his hull. Only the smell of cold ceramite. In one powerful hand he took up his Thunder Hammer, in the other his Storm Shield, his Heavy Flamer attached to the back of his waist, his Storm Bolter attached to his leg like a regular marine might attach a regular bolter to theirs, and of course, his Cyclone Missile Launchers atop his shoulders. Yes......Crixus was ready to make war.<br/><br/>Slamming the Thunder Hammer to the Storm Shield's front as he moved, he riled both himself and others up. He wasn't the fastest of movers when adorned in a suit of Terminator Armour, but he still managed some speed down the corridors and through the hallways as he closed the distance between his quarters and the Drop Pad launch bay, others were already present when he arrived, not surprising, they only had to adorn power armour.<br/><br/>"<strong>Crixus, reporting in and ready for large scale murder</strong>." He always was.