Time has passed since your recruitment; about two days according to your internal biological timer. The only thing that's happened so far is a visit from a medicae team. They did spent a few hours doing various tests pertaining to your psychic potential. They were gracious enough the tell you that you're something called an 'Eta Grade' psyker, which is enough to mark you as different but not give you any real power. There will be more tests later on to see if you have any latent power potential as yet unrealized; if so then Xerza might be able to train you. For now you're told to take two small red pills in the evening to blunt your psychic attunement and some sort of psi-dampening field has been activated; seems that they consider untrained witches a great danger and until you've learned more of your 'gift' you'll be kept drugged and under observation.

The hatch opens and one of the Deathwatch Marines steps through it. He's in his black armor, the only visible color upon his right shoulder, where the green color of his Chapter is left uncovered. But that's not what catches your eye; instead your are compelled to look upon his face - it has been terribly mangled and both eyes are gone. You guess that he's been hit by a splinter rifle fired by one of the Veiled Hand. As if reading your thoughts he 'looks' straight at you and replies. "Yes, my helmet was shattered by weapons fire and my flesh badly gouged by bio-acid. The face can be regrown and my eyes replaced by artificial ones. In the meantime my hallowed suit's auto-senses feeds data from the visual pick-ups straight into my brain. The Emperor's Angels of Death have no need for true eyes, He removed that weakness when he fathered us. Which is good, for when I heard who was Xerza's newest recruit I wanted to look upon him."

You suddenly realize that he's not as tall as you'd expect, six and a half feet, seven at the utmost. Sure, in his armor he towers above you, but he's not the human giant you'd come to expect. Then you understand; Imperial Propaganda and the Marines' reputation have made them true giants in the minds of lesser men. But looking at the hatch behind him you realize why they are not THAT big; if they were, they would be unable to fit through most doorways - and that really would have made them ineffective as warriors! He laughs then. "Yes, your perception is very good. Most marines are about seven feet tall and heavily built. Some are slightly smaller or bigger, but not by much. Put them in a suit and they become giants in the minds of men. But yes, boarding ships and fighting in built-up areas would have been impractical were we any bigger. Very good Haxtes, very good. You would have made a good marine neophyte had not the Veiled Hand found you first."