Before

Brother Dhiiga was where he almost always was: in the chapel on the station. It was a sermon he was well aware of, the chaplain preaching about purity of body and mind, and Dhiiga was more focused on the way the chaplain delivered the message. He knew eventually he'd be working with Brother Pfarrer after he had done enough missions and hopefully recovered or received a Blood Chalice. The end of the sermon saw Dhiiga come back to reality as a serf tapped on his shoulder. There was another mission that called for the deacon’s assistance.

When he entered the mission briefing room he gravitated towards the marine that had trappings closest to his own. Then he maintained a stoic appearance as he listened to the briefing, waiting until the very end before he bothered speaking. His voice was overly relaxed despite his posture as he said ”How do ya feel about collateral damage, Capt’n? Missiles seem…right for da swarm.” It's not like the answer was going to change his load out.


After

He stopped by the Manufactorium first and foremost to gather up SAN since the requisition limit was high enough to allow the battle servitor to tag along. He recited the Credo Omnissiah, knowing from previous dealings the tech priest preferred that over anything from the Ecclesiarchy, and moved on. While still mostly machine, Dhiiga had specifically requested that SAN still had blood pumping through his veins to help him in treating battlefield injuries. That was his story and he stuck to it every time.

The only detour he took was a brief stop to his own quarters to center himself. A confirmation that SAN tasted the same as always, followed by a bandaid over the needle point. Then it was time to take care of the rest of the gear, arriving just as the rest of the team finished up their requisitions. He took care of equipping SAN with his missile launcher, chain sword, and enough missiles to bring down a frigate. He then fitted his power sword, engraved with credos from his former Primarch, and his own launcher and enough missiles to help blow his way into the vault from the governor’s office.