Male Dark Angel Geneseed Death Watch Assault Marine
As we plummet to the world below, and watch as the Righteous Indignation is swallowed into the evitable night. The light of the burning plasma fires reflect in my eyes. "Rest now Captain, and noble crew. For it is we who now bear witness of your sacrifice, and take up the mantle of your burden. It is our time for tests and tribulation. For only in death does duty end." I turn my attentions away from those who are lost, and think about those loyal servants we must save. I clench my powerfist in anticipation of the battles me and my brothers will face ahead as I mentally count off the descending numbers with the mechanical voice.
Male Dark Angel Geneseed Death Watch Assault Marine
With methodical care I don the armour of my chapter. Silver, and black covered with robes of red cloth. Only with the reverance of one who has carried the same equipment over a thousand battles I attach the final pieces of as if they were extensions of myself; the jump pack, the combat knife, the bolt pistol, and the power fist. The time for meditation is over. Now there is only war. I stand up waiting for the others to ready themselves so we may speak with the captian. "Are you ready brothers?"
Male Dark Angel Geneseed Death Watch Assault Marine
I nod to my battle brothers as I enter the room. As it is a time of council, and not war. I take my seat in the red monkish robes of my order. My dark eyes are like a storm building. Ready to deliver the emperor's wrath in an instant. My voice is soft, but resounds like thunder. "Do you have a tactical overlay of where the xenos are reported have taken place?" "Has any imperial shipping gone missing after leaving Avalos space port?" I pull back my hood, revealing my chestnut brown hair. I cross my arms as I await a response. |