exsiliumlogs | [OPEN TO ALL] 2nd DEFENSE MEETING

Date & Time: Nov. 10th, early morning to late afternoon/evening
Location: Near the Botanical Gardens
Characters: EVERYONE AND ANYONE. Ehether it was previously arranged with Fiona, someone else did the convincing, or they just happen to be around at the right time.
Summary: Second Defense Meeting. Some chatting, some sparring, a little showing off, and everything in between.
Warnings: Swearing and violence, very yes.

[Only problem with trying to have the meeting near a botanical garden is unfortunately the spacious non-elevated scenery. At least last time there was rubble to hop on, but no matter. Near the front of the gathering crowd, Fiona will do what she can to find something to stand on and if that’s not enough she’ll tap her staff loudly onto the ground and it’ll produce a bright light for a moment. Hopefully it’s an attention grabber.]

Thank you everyone for coming to our second defense meeting. For those of you coming again and those of you here for the first time, welcome. Although this place itself is hardly one to be welcomed to, I am glad to see others here. We are trying to be a united effort and for this I say welcome to. I’m Fiona and I’m the one who has been coordinating the meetings thus far.

[A short breath as a small bitterness creeps onto her tone of voice] As I can never stress enough, those Initiative bastards here are unorganized fools who trip over themselves while we are expected to win this war of theirs for them. Although they have made some improvements since the recent battle they still lack any generals or commanders to guide us. We are our own guidance and our own defense andit is up to ourselves to keep each other safe and deliver a blow on this enemy of theirs without sacrificing each other to do so.

I won’t lie to you, this defense may not only be one against the UE. In past months the Initiative has performed… tests on those they’ve brought here. These tests have been harmful to us, from poisoning to using our own memories against us. Whatever mishap or cause that they may claim to have brought these tests about still proves their incapability to defend the very soldiers they’ve brought here unwillingly to fight. However just their cause may be, we are on our own to defend ourselves. From whatever may come against us.

For the meeting today, I hope for everyone to get to know one another. That is our greatest disadvantage. We are all from different worlds where some have magic, or technology, or neither. It is impossible to predict what each other are capable of and that is why we must learn. If we do not then lives may be lost for what we never cared to know.

Our third meeting to come we will be deciding our leaders. For as it stands there are none.

Each person attending our meetings will be able to nominate a person they see fit to lead those around them. But they will not be able to nominate themselves. Three nominations and others may vote for them. Those nominated will be allowed to make a short speech during the meeting’s time and answer questions to those concerned. At the end of the meeting we will vote. And hopefully we will have five leaders by the end of our third meeting. These leaders will be choosing groups that the rest of us will adhere to. Come our fourth meeting, we will see if the chosen leaders are the ones right for their positions and if the groups made are truly capable of defending one another.

We will not allow each other to fall.

[She’ll take a moment to look around then before nodding. At least it appears that most were listening.]

Thank you all for coming.

[OOC: For references from everything until now: First Defense Meeting, OOC details and scheduling/organizing, IC 2nd Defense Meeting Announcement. Please don't forget to use this as a giant CR snagging opportunity. If you have any questions then feel free to PM me! Thanks guys, you're fabulous~]

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[ She catches on to his tone of voice, and her arms fold with a sort of concern. ]

And what's the verdict?

For the most part they are disorganized feral worlders, and unsanctioned psykers. At best, they'll require a lot of training to be effective. At worst, they will be liabilities.

I can understand their dismay at being brought here, though I don't... empathize with it, I suppose. I was created to serve humanity, and that is what I shall do here.

Mostly, I will watch what sort of leadership, if any, springs from these meetings, and try to guide it in a manner that will keep them from suffering undue casualties.

[ She listens attentively to Priad, but she can't exactly relate. All she wants is a semblance of organization, at the very least.

His last point brings an idea to mind. ]

You're not interested in leadership, Priad? I'm sure people would listen to you.

[ He considers that for a moment, a long moment, before shaking his head. ]

No. They do not have the mindset required for the kind of war I was created to fight. I can assist and advise, but I would ask of them more than they are willing to give.

Fair enough. I had no idea you were created specifically for war, though. I thought there's a human being inside there?

[ She points to his armor, brows knitted with concern. ]

[ And that's when she finally gets him to remove his helm, exposing a face that is quite pale, dark eyes and very black hair crowning it, woven into a complex braid that surrounds his head, clearly designed to fit cleanly within his helmet. He looks almost... young, his features clean, and though somewhat gigantic atop an 8 foot tall form, he could be described as handsome. He has a bit of a scar at his right temple, the flesh pink as though someone had struck him with something sharp. ]

A posthuman, yes. [ His voice is still very deep, even with the helm removed, though no longer scrubbed by a vox-filter. </small.] I was once human, but the Chapter remade me, when I chose to join it.

[ And that was not something she expected him to do. Her brows perk with piqued curiosity as he reveals himself, a knuckle curled at her lips with anticipation. ]

Wow! I never thought I'd actually get to see the man under there. [ She almost congratulates him for avoiding helmet hair. ]

You know, you might have to write a book about the way your world works.

If I did, it would be called the Codex Astartes .

[ Priad smiles to himself,amused by his private joke, then says. ]

I only remove the helm when I feel reasonable safe. In a war zone like this, I do not take it off often. I have... lost brothers that way.

Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I'd hope you're safe enough here in these quarters, otherwise I guess you'll be the only one left standing if something does happen.

[ Which is why everyone needs a suit like this! ]

Don't be. Their ashes and gene-seed returned to Ithaka, to reunite with the ocean and to make a new generation of warriors. [ He nods to her comment about being the last one standing and says. ]That's generally how it works, yes. The Emperor of Mankind, in his wisdom, gave us the greatest armor human artifice ever created, that we might make the entire galaxy safe for humanity.

How does that affect quality of life? I mean, it's probably tough to carry out menial tasks in that thing.

[ She leans forward and adds in a whisper: ]

And how do you procreate?

[ IT'S SCIENTIFIC... ]

Well, it depends on the task in question, we have a fairly robust non-Astartes support staff who travel with us as armorers and spear-carriers and the like who can assist us with menial tasks, so that we can focus on the fighting and services we were made to perform.

[ He pauses, and considers the question of procreation ]

In the normal way. I was born a man like any other, you see, and chose to join the chapter and thus give up... romantic connections, I suppose you would call it. I will still have progeny of a sort, for every Space Marine carries the legacy of the primarch in the their progenoid gland, which is implanted in us when we begin the process of becoming as we are, and two of them mature inside our bodies, to be removed when we are slain in battle, and thus the legacy of every man in the chapter harkens back to our gene-father, as well as providing us with a way of making up casualties. The progenoid implantation process is also what gifts us with our size, strength, and other enhancements such as you see.

That is also why we don't fear death, because we'll live on in the brothers who come after us by virtue of the progenoid and the Primarch's legacy. As well as our wargear. [ He raises his power Claw. ] This, for example, was first wielded by the first squad sergeant, Damocles, some ten thousand years ago. It has passed from leader to leader in an unbroken line until I received it. We live on in our deeds and in song as well.

Someday, the son of another set of parents on Ithaka will inherit my gene-seed, and perhaps the lighting claw of Damocles as well, in the fullness of time. I hope it will not be too soon, if only because I feel young yet, and wish to serve the Emperor of Mankind, and the people of the Reef Stars for many centuries if I am able. I am sanguine about it, however, whatever happens will happen, and I know no fear.

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