The Targons (OPEN!)

[Orkronos]

The master set his eyes about for brother Markus but was soon bothered by his servo Skull.

If I must... Thought the Master. He spoke into his Vox on the intercom to the conference room. the room was temporary, a much larger room that could seat all the chapter sergeants, senior librarians, captains and room for several dreadnoughts among others with a massive holo display was still being constructed.

"The Forge Master has many duties apon his return, he may need to join us by Holo presence from the Armory." Said the master. As he disconnected the Vox comms he made a note to still speak with brother Markus as soon as possible.  

[Asmondai]

That is good to hear indeed.

He nods to the Master´s comment,
remembering his one encounter of Biriel´s reaction to loosing.

That is true, It has many tasks that requier It´s attencion.
It shall meet again and wishes well for Brother Markus.

He bows to his master and enters the personal transporter that would take him
to the Forge itself.

+++++++

On arrival to the Forge he receives the requier for attendance in the conference room.
Checking and calculating his choro-unit,
he came to decision to post-pone the armours blessing rights and Land Raiders
final check-up to later time, sending a request for a report of Brother Beril´s
condition for him to wonder before making a decision,
planning to join the meeting with the holo-unit due to time management issues.

"Future is never planned, changes will always happen...."

He smiled underneath his respirator, remembering those words
that his mentor teached him many times during his time in the chapters.

I´m sorry?

Belegon turned his attencion to the man that spoke,
now noticing the Artisan of the Forge, Golthar he was called, standing next to him.

It apolegieses, It was remembering something it once heard.
It has the plans for the sacred machines creation.

Yes, I am prepared to accept the great burden for the planets and systems
well being.
I take it you have not seen the knowledge?

No, It has no access nor rights to look such a knowledge,
it is not It´s purpose to know and It respects the commands and wishes
of the Fabricator-General of Mars.

Good, good, Omnissiah be proud.
Are we ready?

Belegon nods and extends his hand towards Golthar, revealing and offering
his access-port for information transfer.
Golthar acceps this and connects it to his port-unit at back of his head.
It takes a moment for the information being transferred to another and
once it is done, Golthar removes the access-port and bows deeply to
Belegon.

I shall guard the knowledge and use it in the Emperor´s and Omnissiah´s name.

Omnissiah watch over you brother.
It must gain connection to the Conference Room at the chapters monastery.
May It request to usage of the Forge´s holo-unit?

Why yes, right this way brother.

Belegon follows the Artisan to the room with the holo-unit,
preparing the sacred rights of secured connection and waits for the meeting
to begin.  

[Orkronos]

The master Made his way through the narrow hall to the conference room. He passed one of the scouts that he dwarfed with ease.
He waved his hand infront of the servo skull that stood as the lock keeper for the door. It insistently recognized him and let him pass through. This room, for the time being was off limits for most of the chapter and all the servants and Equerries. For sensitive matters were often disclosed in here.  

[jokester120]

(sorry about not posting life has ben kicking my a** up and down the street)

Gharan walked along the trench line infront of the manufactorm, his head itched under his helmet as the lens of his replacment scanned the landscap around him, its one he has seen many times before three feet wide and five feet deep hole in the ground with some barbed wire infront of it, he slipped slightly as he felt the plysteel turn into mud, placeing his hand on the trench side he looked up before continuing down the trench to a sandbag bunker dominated the view. Stepping inside he saluted sharply as a wirey ninety-one year old man waved over his shoulder to him "Greetings Sergent, I trust you know why I ordered you here?" he asked turning to face Gharan "No sir, what happened" Gharan asked "Thats just it Sergent nothing, we get stuck defending this manufactorm that we have no idea what they create and worst yet theres noting for us to do" he half snarled "Still the hard charger" Gharan thought as he continued to listen to the general.  

[Asmondai]

Belegon looked at his chrono-unit;
-9 minutes and counting.
Carefully planned schecule challenged yet again,
a traditional trait of Brother Kharon´s personalities.
He decides to take a benefit of this situation and looks through
Brother Beril´s final recordings, confirming his suspicions and assumptions,
while also looking outside the window to see the guardsmens going on their
assigned business.