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Salamander Tech Marine Rank 1

Wounds: 20/20 | Fate: 3/3 |SB: 8 (+10 in armor) |TB: 10 (+2 to head, legs, arms)

Damage resistance:

Body: 10 + 10 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty) Head: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty)

Arms: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty) Legs: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty)

From a corner of the room stood a peculiar figure—a green-armored Astartes with obsidian-black skin and a fiery red beard, meticulously tending to a heavy piece of machinery amidst scattered armor components. To the uninitiated in the rites of the Machinus Cult, it might have appeared as mere mechanical work. However, his actions involved burning incense, anointing the device with sacred oil, and offering prayers in a distorted voice akin to vox static, all while deeply engrossed in his task.

As other Astartes entered the room and introduced themselves, the green-armored marine sensed that the machine spirit was duly appeased. He then began to assemble the device he had been working on—a long, mechanized arm that responded to his touch, aiding him by passing plates or holding them in place for bolting and soldering. The process was executed with practiced precision, suggesting a familiarity honed through countless repetitions. Finally, utilizing a nearby hydraulic winch that seemed to move of its own volition, he affixed a mechanical arm to his left shoulder, completing his attire—an immaculate Crusader armor adorned with a distinctive green scale pattern and the Mechanicus symbol prominently displayed on the torso, near the navel.

His right eye blinked intermittently as he surveyed the room, his demeanor one of stoic observance tempered by a keen interest in his surroundings.

"I am Vulker Grievius, Techmarine of the Salamanders, Eighteenth Legion," he announced in a monotone, vox-modulated voice. Then he gave his perspective on the Blood Angel Astartes question by citing the teachings of the Promothean Cult. "Wisdom lies in heeding both fool and sage, setting an example by refining them both, sons of Sanguinius. Each strike of the hammer shapes your own blade, and from trials and errors, true lessons are learned."

His gaze did not fixate on any one individual, suggesting that his words were meant for all present, himself included, as a reminder of the eternal pursuit of knowledge and mastery.

Salamander Tech Marine Rank 1

Wounds: 20/20 | Fate: 3/3 |SB: 8 (+10 in armor) |TB: 10 (+2 to head, legs, arms)

Damage resistance:

Body: 10 + 10 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty) Head: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty)

Arms: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty) Legs: 12 + 8 from armor (-1 armor if injured/dirty)

From a corner of the room stood a peculiar figure—a green-armored Astartes with obsidian-black skin and a fiery red beard, meticulously tending to a heavy piece of machinery amidst scattered armor components. To the uninitiated in the rites of the Machinus Cult, it might have appeared as mere mechanical work. However, his actions involved burning incense, anointing the device with sacred oil, and offering prayers in a distorted voice akin to vox static, all while deeply engrossed in his task.

As other Astartes entered the room and introduced themselves, the green-armored marine sensed that the machine spirit was duly appeased. He then began to assemble the device he had been working on—a long, mechanized arm that responded to his touch, aiding him by passing plates or holding them in place for bolting and soldering. The process was executed with practiced precision, suggesting a familiarity honed through countless repetitions. Finally, utilizing a nearby hydraulic winch that seemed to move of its own volition, he affixed a mechanical arm to his left shoulder, completing his attire—an immaculate Crusader armor adorned with a distinctive green scale pattern and the Mechanicus symbol prominently displayed on the torso, near the navel.

His right eye blinked intermittently as he surveyed the room, his demeanor one of stoic observance tempered by a keen interest in his surroundings.

"I am Vulker Grievius, Techmarine of the Salamanders, Eighteenth Legion," he announced in a monotone, vox-modulated voice that echoed with the teachings of the Promothean Cult. "Wisdom lies in heeding both fool and sage, setting an example by refining them both, sons of Sanguinius. Each strike of the hammer shapes your own blade, and from trials and errors, true lessons are learned."

His gaze did not fixate on any one individual, suggesting that his words were meant for all present, himself included, as a reminder of the eternal pursuit of knowledge and mastery.