Helm removed and clipped to his side, Vorticar cast an appraising glance over the interior of the Imperator Somnium. He had no words - whether in High Gothic, Low Gothic or the ganger-slang of Cthonia - that could appropriately encapsulate the grandeur that glittered within his eyes. Even to the uninitiated one could see that this ship was a marvel of engineering; as he had gazed upon it while his shuttle rendezvoused the ship dwarfed even the greatest of Imperial battleships, with Volkite Storm Accelerators bristling in anticipation of unleashing their fury upon the hated xenos. More than simply being powerful however the Somnium was beautiful as well, for its golden exterior glittered against the brightness of Ullanor's star. A light to illuminate humanity in the darkest reaches of the void...
And here he stood. A mere Astartes upon the Emperor's flagship, waiting with baited breath for the command that had brought him and his kinsmen here. A fine journey for a menial dreg from the lower hives... and a sign yet of how high he may yet rise.
Vorticar turned his gaze to the assembled Astartes. For his part he cut a commanding figure, his armour freshly polished just as the blade at his side was. He had the craggy features and narrowed gazed one would expect of a Hive Worlder, but also a smile that was by turns inviting and disarming. Any midship officers who meet his gaze are met with such a smile... even as his gaze does not hover over long. After all, best not appear overly friendly with common soldiery.
"An auspicious meeting, would you not say cousins? I have no doubt glory will follow wheresoever we are bidden to."
Vorticar holds his right hand to his chest and bows his head in greeting.
"I am Vorticar Seraddon. Luna Wolves - XVIth Legion, 10th Company."