Drecarus:Sutured Helix |
You wake on metal slabs. Your harnesses so tight they are slightly biting into your flesh. You have been tortured for days with minimal sleep. There is a metal strap around your face only allowing you to see and barely breath, but it muffles your speech to a dull whisper. Brother Vaylund is kept in a stasis chamber, as he is too dangerous to be allowed consciousness.
"You were not supposed to kill my Chrono Warriors so easily damn you! You have set back an entire years work! I am done with you. I have sold you to another. You are lucky the Archon's Lhamaean were watching me or I would have made you suffer even more!" Drecarus says in anger and storms off like a child.
You fade in and out of consciousness for another hour before another Dark Eldar enters the room. SHe is accompanied by a human in a naval captain's suit. The Human looks at you in awe, and quickly recovers from his amazement, but not before mouthing the word...Astartes.
The Dark Eldar looks at the human and speaks harshly and the human translates. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Captain Na'shan. This is my arch-militant of sorts and I won't bother you with her name as it is difficult to translate. I have been allowed to...well you see in their custom they trade gladiators so in a way I now am your sponsor." The rogue trader says as he tries to explain to space marines that they are now his slaves. He clears his throat and moves on to the next topic.
"You have impressed the right people and are being moved up to the spires. The true gladiatorial coliseums of the Nexus of Shadows. The Archon wishes to see you fight in power armor. Domos has helped me restore your old armors. I will talk more when the time is right. "Captain Na'Shan leaves before answering any questions you might have.
Roll on the Power Armor history table in the Core book. Your armor will be augmented with older/newer power armors from Domos' stash that I will roll on as well.