Taking in the information at the Watch Captian’s ‘introduction’ and moving with the others to the real briefing, the Storm Warden remained silent as the inquiries were posed and answered in time. As his battle brother gave their take on the mission, which was in essence to be the forward scouting team and glorified janitors to a ‘refitted’ Research Station, Kenshen was already measuring them by their choices. He had nothing to add at the moment, following the Librarian and the Apothecary’s thought process, if they were not too much different than himself. Their shared goal was their only bond for now and would have to do.
The Captian had seemed to be in no mood to deal with them, the new members of their chapter, and that did not really bother Ken, talking to the servo-skull was already more pleasant. Both of these Xeno races, vile and brutish, were equally as difficult to cleanse. This was not a simple mission. It was no small planet and it felt obvious that the potential dangers should be considered to come from within the station, as well as from without.
The Tyranid were the subject of research but were far too insidious for Ken to be assured that they could be held indefinitely, and with the proximity to Hive Fleet Dagon, he wondered what they were experimenting on. Ken has had experience was with Genestealer’s and their cults, knowing enough to consider anyone not on this Kill Team as an unverified threat, and subject now to their investigation. The Ork threat was considered low, but that was probably based on quantitative data, the real question was by what evidence? Based on his understanding of the Greenskins, first and second-hand, he would assume they would need to make their own recognizance.
The matter of who leads them would be a test. Ken had no personal interest, so long as another was qualified. He could contribute to the analysis and particularly to defensive tactics, and knew how to mow down the presented enemy. There was no desire to do more the kill any Xenos they discovered, and yet he would not be contented with a self-important leader on a team of Space Marines. They were all proven and were due respect, yet deciding a leader with way was inherently a gamble. The whole idea of them facing each other, left with the seemingly purposefully combative prompt from their Watch Captian, was unhelpful. Listened to a bit of back and for between the newly assembled and improper introduced team, he hoped that they would use rational arguments, rather than assumptions, and offered some evidence to their ability.
From behind his helmet, he remained quiet for now, waiting to hear from Petrix the Salamander about the Space Wolf’s proposal. Brother Elyas’s jump at the chance for leadership had been uninspired, and Ken only wondered if this was the standard Ultramarine arrogance. However, his own thought would be that an Apothecary was a decent choice leader in a group like theirs, where their lack of rapport meant they were already behind in team cohesion. What sort of man Petrix was would be first displayed in the manner of his response toward Stein’s nomination. If Ken had cared more about the result, he might have thought this a tense moment, instead, he was annoyed that they had not been trained as a team stating a week ago.
