Calling has gone out across the stars, flashing through the minds of psykers and the processors of machines alike. Deathwatch, the militant chamber of Odro Xenos , is recruiting once again. Chapter Masters and Company Commanders alike, have sent their tariff. Each Astartes is chosen for a reason. The tempering of lust for combat, learning tactical command, access to lost and forbidden technologies and lore… The list is endless.
BROTHERS!!! WELCOME TO DEATHWATCH!
After being subjugated to the grueling regime of hypno-indoctrination and the relentless drilling by senior members, Watch Captain Tiberion has declared your team fit for mission. He has summoned you all to a small briefing room. A personal serf has told you all that he will be arriving shortly…
Alright folks, I figure this is a little bit to time to flesh yourselves out and get to know your teammates… You all have been “training together.” Yes I know, brothers join seasoned kill teams, but I’m fudging things a little.