The scent of sacred oil permeated the air around 83-R7 as he knelt in prayer, in the garage-temple of the attached mechanicum contingent. He recited sacred machine code known only to those associated with the martian priesthood. He knew his prayers would go un-understood save but the Omnissiah and the Tech-magos ministering the temple and performing holy work on a damaged chimera. Consecrating each piece as it went on.<br/>83-R7 felt at home here. The scents and sounds of the workshop reminded him of his forgeworld and calmed his spirit. He placed a hand on the object in front of him. A human skull, greatly augmented with grav repulsers, miniaturised logic engines and a set of tool attachments. 83-R7 didn't know who the skull was, nor did he care. The person it had been was thought highly enough to be blessed with becoming a serv-skull at the time of their demise so that they may serve the Omnissiah even after death. He briefly thought about what would happen to his remains should he perish, but quickly dismissed it as irrelevant. He knew what would happen. His augmetics would be removed and implanted in the next generation of skitarii, and his biologics would be either discarded or used in construction of servitors. if he was deemed worthy.<em>Maybe</em>his skull would become honoured in such a was as the one that accompanied him. Finishing his prayers, he pressed the rune of activation on the servo-skull and set it to "follow". He stood up, the servo joints in his legs protesting slightly at the sudden movement after inaction and collected his weapons and equipment and left for the landing jone. The servo-skull hovering slightly above his shoulder.<br/>83-R7 found the group near the landing pad. In conversation with what looked like a Navy pilot. He approached the group joining them in front of the pilot "My apologise for my tardiness. Appeasements to the Omnissiah are not to be rushed" he said to the group by way of explanation. "Will this be our pilot?" he asked. Looking over the woman. She seemed to exude an air of confidence about her. "We will be travelling into no doubt hostile territory. And the will of the Omnissiah stretches only so far. What armaments will our transport be equipped with?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC sorry for my lack of posting. Been offline for a while. Should be back now :)</div></div>