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[Prosperan Son]

"Well you certainly aren't cheap." The Officer replied with a raised brow, skimming the contents of the table, before handing it back to Krauss. "Follow me then, and grab a bag. We're going to need it."

[Armoured Priest]

He gave a quick nod as he followed the munitorium officer, grabbing a spare combat backpack and slinging it over his shoulder for now as he walked with him, his combat boots clacking against the floor.

[Prosperan Son]

"I can only wonder what you'll be needing all of this for. I imagine you know what we're up against don't you?" The Officer asked as they walked through the aisles, trying to make small talk." So what is it this time? Orks? Tyranids? Eldar?"

[Armoured Priest]

"Heretics and possibly Traitor astartes." He told him nonchalantly with a shrug. "But you know how that whole song and dance go." He said to him with a smirk underneath the gasmask as he walks down the aisle with the officer.

[Prosperan Son]

"I see, well then it's just going to be another day in the park." The Officer shrugged, pulling a shotgun out from one of the racks and tossing it to Krauss.

"Accatran pattern Mk XI" He informed him of the model" 92 centimeters in length, 40 centimeter barrel, around 5.6 kilograms, 12 calibre, eight rounds in a magazine, it's the best we have and it will never fail you."

[Armoured Priest]

"We do like taking enthusiatic walks in the park." Krauss said with smirk as he racked the pump as he gets a feel for the shotgun, thinking about Nessa with the 'we' part. "This should do quiet nicely." he said with a nod as he slings it over his shoulder and followed the officer for the items on the list.

[Prosperan Son]

"We'll need to get you a stronger side arm if there's going to be an astartes." The Officer led him into another aisle, numerous lasguns, pistols, and autorifle mounted on the racks." I believe these will do you some good." He said, pulling out two compact bolt-pistols.

[Armoured Priest]

"Why do I feel like it's my birthday or something?" he says as he takes up the twin bolt pistols. He grabs an additional holster from the rack and attached it to the web belt before he slides the two side arms into the holsters under the trench coat. He grabbed a few extra clips too and slipped them into some ammo pouches before following once more.

[Prosperan Son]

Eventually they reached the aisle that was filled with the many assortments and varieties of slug and projectile rounds available. The Officer simply handed Krauss the slate." This will guide you to the sections with your requested ammo. I'm going to get you those explosives you wanted." He said before leaving Krauss to himself.

[Armoured Priest]

After the Officer left, Krauss began filling the ammo pouches on his person with the shells he requested, using the slate to help him find them when after getting a good amount of each one. "Incendiary for infantry, armor piercing for Astartes, Acid rounds, and Shock shells for servitors, and the hell of it." he said to himself as he went through the list

[Prosperan Son]

"Well this should be the last of your items Mr.Krauss." The officer reappeared from the corner of the aisle, a satchel of explosives hung over his shoulder. " Your all set to wage your own little war."

[Armoured Priest]

"Ja, you could say that." He said queitly as he accepted the satchel of his requested explosive ordinance, his thoughts turning bitter as they turned back to the flashbacks. He shook his focus from those thoughts and back to the present. "Thank you for the help sir, and the extra equipment." he said to the officer. He looked to the dataslate than to him. "What should I do with this?" he asked.

[Prosperan Son]

The officer simply shrugged in response, yawning a bit" Meh, Just return that back to the munitorium clerk. Now if you've got everything you need, I 'll have to ask you to leave." The Officer informed him, looking back to see several servitors moving his way " Gotta finish organizing the rest of this crap."

[Armoured Priest]

"Yes sir." he replied, giving a quick salute before turning on his heels and heading out the door and back into the corridors. 'If I can drop off the slate quick enough, maybe I can still catch her at the sword practice cages.' he thought to himself as he walked. 'Who knows, maybe I can even work on my blade work while I'm there.' He thought glanceing down to the serrated combat knife in its' boot sheath.

[Prosperan Son]

After delivering the tablet back to the munitorium clerk, who in no way happy about having to wake up again, Krauss caught up to Nessa at the training halls.

The Sister was set inside the practice cage, three servitors, all four limbs on each ending in blades , slicing and stabbing at her in a flurry of strikes. Nessa moved with ease, deflecting each of the blades with her own.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing her spar with the three combat servitors in the cage, Krauss stayed to one side of the hall near the benches to watch her. He smirked under the gasmask as he thought back to when Nessa could hold back even Telleus, despite him being a Black Templar Astartes.

[Prosperan Son]

She ducked to the side, avoiding a blade sweep that could have well near bifurcated her, she brought her blade up sideways, wielding it with both hands. She held back three blades pressing against her own and shoved two of the servitors away before swinging downwards, cutting a servitor from shoulder to groin.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss flinched a little after seeing the blade almost slicing into her, but calmed down when she cut one of them in half. 'Got to remember, she's a lot better at this than I am.' he thought to himself as he continued watching from where he stood.

[Prosperan Son]

Another of the servitors rushed her once more, slicing all four of it's blade in a criss-crossed pattern. She simply darted her arm forward, the blade spearing through the servitor's eyes and jutted out the back of it's head. With a spin, she swept low, cutting the legs out from both it and the servitor behind her.

[Armoured Priest]

Even though he had the expression of astonished by how easily she dealt with the combat servitors, he knew he shouldn't. She was more than capable with her sword and seen first hand experience of it. Seeing that the sparring was done, he walked over to Nessa. "That was pretty good." He complimented her, looking at the ruined servitors.