Nycax Sabaan enters the Strategium. His movements are calm, measured. precise.
There is is something imposing about him that is not quite physical.
While not noticeable taller than his ( Chapter) brothers, Nycax Sabaan seems to radiate a cold, almost elemental force. Covered in full Aquila Pattern plate kept in the traditional, no nonsense black of of the Iron Hands, the Armour has obviously been extensively reworked and repaired . To the trained eye of an Astartes, there are the tell tale hints of exchanged ceramite plates, reworked power couplings and a wide array of molecular reinforcement. There is nothing jury-rigged about this, however. Even where scratches and dents visibly remain, one gets the uneasy feel that the armor wants these to be displayed, the telltale marks of a veteran warrior and as much a source of pride and a warning to the world at large as a hive ganger's tattoos and pierced skin.
Even the omnipresent, underlying hum of the active Armor seems to convey it's spirit's martial pride and bellicose nature. There is an angry, guttural and almost animal like quality to it, which seems to grow more intense the longer the Plate is not engaged in some sort of activity which brings it's enemies closer to destruction. It is an aspect not immediately unfamiliar (or even discomforting) to another Astartes, but quite unnerving to a mortal on an almost primal level. It's machine spirit quite obviously considers itself a weapon of war first and foremost. Still, it's menace is not the heedless fury of a berserk rage or the burning wrath of the zealot. It is the pressure of geothermal destruction, waiting to erupt from the caldera of a Medusan volcano.
Sabaan surveys the room. He has not yet removed his helmet since his arrival. An array of sensors, grouped around a larger, oval, central bionic eye lens dominates the right side of his helmet's face plate. It glows a deep crimson. A considerable part of his hemet's left temporal side has been reworked to reveal a flat circular sensor dome covered with Mechanicum runescript. The cybernetic replacement continues downwards from it to encompass his left aural receptors. The implants chrome mirrors the light of the hololith. A deep cut bisecting the left brow has been sealed by a rectangular molecular bonding patch midway above the left eye lens. Additional respirator tubing ermerges on both sides of the Aquila helmet's respirator grill, snaking behind a slightly enlarged neckguard.
The silver Chapter Insignia of the Iron Hands, set in a circle of Mechanicum cog teeth is displayed proudly on his plate's chest, dominating it's center and starkly offsetting the overall blackness. The pectoral armor plates to it's left and right have been replaced in irregular, laminated layers, intersected by tubing and connector ports. The Heraldry of the sons of Ferrus Manus dominates his right shoulder guard. Unblemished. Unyielding.
The silver steel continues downwards among the augmentics replacing his right arm and hand. Their gleam is broken by the black of the armor plates covering the back of his hand, dorsal vambrace and elbow joint. Where the cybernetics seem almost pristine, the black ceramite coverings display their scratches and dents proudly.
Sabaan has not yet gotten used to the the quicksilver parts replacing his left shoulder and arm guard or wearing the heraldry of the Deathwatch. The shoulder guard's cog teeth framing and the Opus Mechanicus bionic half skull replacing the customary Skull of the Watch insignia at least offer some familiarity in announcing his calling as a Techmarine. During his relay to the Watch Station, Sabaan has furnished a guardpiece to cover the back of his cybernetic left hand, inscribed with his Service oath in miniaturized golden letters.
A buckle in a shape of the Opus Mechanicus connects his belt from which a tabard of ceramite plating sprawls down, covering his loins and lower back. Boxy, rectangular armaplast pouches circle his waist, holding spare magazines, armor cement and technomantic paraphernalia. A combat blade is sheathed on his right hip.
A silver lightning turning into a trident set in a Mechanicum cogwheel of burnished bronzed is proudly displayed on his right knee, a somewhat archaic honor badge hinting at his service in the chapter fleet.
Both lower leg guards have been reinforced by molecular bonding globes spread over a criss crossed roadmap of piecemail plate replacement. Gleaming chrome parts suggest partial bionic replacement of his left knee and right ankle. A stylistic rendering of the inquisitorial =I= has been applied to his outer left lower leg. The crisp, unblemished chalky white seems oddly out of place.
Slightly off center, the humming of his backpack's power coil on stand by is almost lost in the growl of his Armour , His servo-arm rests at the pack's right side. It shivers slightly, resting in a way not unlike a slumbering guardian canine, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. It is contracted to point where it almost resembles a stored sidearm - a further indication of Sabaan's long fleet service and habit of deployment in often cramped environments.
Sabaan strides into the Strategium and comes to a respectful stop Halfway into the room. Still unfamiliar with his new assignment, he chooses to bow in respect, forming the sign of the Aquila across his chest. He acknowledges each Astartes with a nod, using the gesture to perform a cursory inspection of those present. He then turns and takes a place around the hololith according to the Codex Astartes' lay out regarding the Rituals of Briefing.
Sabaan regarded the unfamiliar variety of shapes, colors and totems displayed by the heraldry of the battle brothers around him. None seemed familiar. He was not surprised. The Iron Hands took pride in their self reliance and had always been wary of outsiders. Of course, his expertise did not lay in recognizing some fancy coat of arms at any rate. He would judge them by their deeds. For now, he began sorting them by their Armour Marks and the technical variations of their warplate.
Edit: Tried to fix spoiler tag. Added snidefuk comment to dice rolls. Rounded out narrative
Edited by Xin Ceithan, 20 February 2018 - 12:26 PM.