Stuck in Warhammer 40k(isekai)

NO MORE HINDING!

3rd person

"You did what!?" Barsabe's voice rang out with fury, even though his voice would be dulled by the walls and the door, there was a high chance that they heard him. They were currently in the chamber of the council, Maneld did not meet his gaze, while Orion awkwardly was there. There was some poor light but Orion was able to get a look on what Barsabe looked like, short military cut, dark hair and his face was rugged, with a large nose, wider month and strong cheekbones forming around his face(the term is bold features). There was anger on his face rarely seen. But Orion could have sworn that Barsabe was not from caliban, his face did not match the others, perhaps he was terran?

"I shall go on a quest of repentance, I shall only bring my sword with me, I shall not return until I have brought the head of the locus" Maneld said, he said hung low, he was still wearing his helmet.

"No you will not!" Orion cut in, startling both of them.

"But my lord, I have shame to purge and I must make it right for my honour!" Maneld insisted.

"Well then screw your honour if it makes you so reckless!" Orion snapped at Maneld, this outburst shocked the space marine.

"You are an angel of death, a warrior to be used wisely on the battlefield, this is no longer the times of legions but the days where a single space marine can turn the tide of battle and where a loss of them is a great price. I will not allow you to throw your life away so selfishly by leaving us with one man down!" Orion said, letting his fury take over and then he left. Stomping away to try to clear his head.

For the next moment, Barsabe and Maneld stood there, Maneld was conflicted in one hand he needed to find redemption for his failure but Orion did make the point about their numbers. Barsabe kept his mouth shut, his eyes in deep thought, wondering what would be the next course of action. Orion was walking forward to the main area, the guardsmen were able to scrooge up some supplies, real food! Well they were nutrition bars but at least it had Taste! Theta slowly organised the occasion, though not for himself because he did not need it, he was studying the human mind so to do a victory celebration would be good, He somehow even got Richal to join in.

Orion gazed at Maximon and first he thought he saw Horus... Maximon uncannily resembling him is... disturbing to say the least as Orion did have a very good idea of what the arch traitor looked like, The other space marines don't seem that bothered and the civilians don't know. Maximon was getting used to his new metallic arm, it was modular and more times than nought he had it with surgical equipment, but now it is on the hand module and he is trying to get a cup of water. Seeing him trying to grasp it was kind of amusing to Orion, but he did not comment.

"We were surrounded by foes, slowly breaking apon wave after wave of foul xenos, the horde not relating as even we cut down wave after wave of them. The ground was running red with xenos blood but we made it to the air ventilation centre to get thrown in the Chemicals and ...." Wilmeta continued onwards with the story, of course it featured more of him. Without his helmet Wilmeta looked... Boyish for the lack of a better term, he looked like a young neophyte and yet he was a full blown space marine, with blue eyes, fair skin and messy black hair. Orion continued onwards trying to move forward. The mood was festive for even the marine joined in. Orion could not help but smile, they had a victory, a real victory not only surviving the onslaught. But one tiny problem, Orion was not that social in life as a 40k nerd, so he did not stay that long and decided to go outside. Their stood Nell, he had to take the Ogryns outside, they are claustrophobic, it was kind of a long walk to go through all the corridors, but being outside was both nervous for Orion but also looking to the sky for once was a relief

"Ah lord Orion, I was not expecting you" Nell says with a small bow. Meanwhile the Ogryns are playing around with some broken steel parts

"Well you should not be here by yourself, it is dangerous" Orion responds, turning his look towards the starry sky. He often took it for granted, but after what he assumes were weeks without it, it was nice to gaze upon the starry sky once more.