"Never again shall you see Macragge, or your fellow Chapter Brothers, Sergeant Artoras. The Threat warrants those that would take to the duty in it's entirety, and It's been decided that you will be the first of many to call the edge of the void home, and the extension beyond as the field." The words echoed heavily against Artoras' ears. The command assaulted him from each, and every angle. As if to emphasize it's importance. Artoras knew well the voice of the Watch Commander, and allowed not a flinch or twitch of his being when the heavy command was set upon him. "I understand Commander. It is an honor to serve. With this blessing, the Imperium will be brought down on the alien. Chain, and Bolter will be sung during the march." He answered, and saluted the shadowed statue standing beneath the dim Glo-lamps. "Hyperion, Sergeant. Hyperion will be the first of many lights sent out into the black. Light the way, and in his name, go with the Emperor's light." "In his name, we march!" Artoras answered in cheer, and left the mausoleum. The first of his orders had been to meet with the new members of the created Kill Team. From what he'd read, the skills each individual possessed would mesh well within the Deathwatch. Though at the mention of a Wolf joining, Artoras allowed a slight smile to his face under his helmet as he thought of Brother Sidium. The Lion would certainly have a ruffled mane. 'This should prove to be quite the ordeal.' He mused to himself, as he walked the ancient, and ornate halls. Each wall a mosaic of skulls, and litanies of the righteous hatred for Xenos, in all their blasphemy. It had been what felt like a lifetime since he'd been requested to the Honored halls of Watch Fortress Grogaris. Though it felt longer still since he'd returned from the field. Spending the last few years under the guidance of senior Deathwatch, Artoras had proven himself a capable leader in his own right, in the addition of his grooming from his former brothers of Ultramarines. They say that they shall know no fear. Truth penned by the living, and inked by the dead, though they shall know loss. Artoras was one of the few that kept his emotions in control when orders dropped like a drop pod on one's perspective. He was simply thankful that he was granted the chance to leave Macragge safely back in it's bulwark of metal, and beauty. The Primarch Roboute Guilliman deemed that all his Legion be skilled for when war was no longer the purpose of life, though it seemed that one son would be so fortunate as to keep at war, so that others wouldn't have to. A snap of static, and the micro bead opened it's channel. Artoras thought the name Sidium, and another snap of static indicated a connection. "Brother Sidium. Hyperion had been granted it's birthing. We leave within the day. I would ask your presence at the hangar, as our comrades are to arrive within the hour. Your counsel would be most welcome in inspecting the inductees."