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drive 1d100 ⇒ 74
zaddion cannot skillfully drive and reach his destination in one piece. the vehicle is busted and Zaddion must now travel by foot to reach his starting destination

Zaddion Shifts Course at the sounds of death stroke requesting his assistance knowing damn well Deathstroke is a masterful combatant

"Sounds serious if your requesting my aid D.S."

Za'da obtains his orders and in a blink of an eye he is gone
"Heading manutactorum now"

Za'da radios to deathstroke "there is nothing here but a beautiful display of art. Bodies detached immates torn asunder everywhere. What are your orders now?"

Za'da heart is as cold as his blades Za'da stays on his course not even a moment of hesitation of returning

Za'da nods in agreements and vanishes in a blink of and eye
Za'da thinks to hinself as he charges ahead .oO (I will bring death and choas to these heretics they will beg the G. EMP to take them)

Are we getting exp?

Za'da stays in close proximity to the pact looking for heretics to display his masterful art of murder

Zaddion ears perk up at Deathstrokes comment as he melds into the shadows.
"Let us not waste time then let the hunt commense" says a voice in a shadow"

Made stealth roll 14 vs 69 check last post
Za'da draws a Z on the wall with the blood of his enemies making the bottom portion of the Z pointing in and arrow in the direction he is headed. And fly through the door without sound.

Za'da finishes his post massacre rituals of blood and carnage and rejoins the group.
"i am going to scout ahead. Spring any traps take care of any loose stragglers...
Za'Da announces with bloodlust murderous intent

are there pathways to take ?
1d100 ⇒ 14 vs 69
before Za'da finishes his sentence he is gone.... vanished in plain sight

Zaddion revels in the carnage that he has created... blood slicks the floor straining the walls covering him from head to toe.

due to high levels of insanity Zaddion has developed an alter ego when engaged combat especially when outnumbered by a billion to one

Za'Da scribbles in his enemies blood on the wall. "Za'da was here" and drinks of there blood from his swords

Zaddion rushes in drawIng the dual blades from off the hIps followIng Sariel like his death reaping shadow to wipe up and stragglers
holding specific actions until I get access to my character sheet how many enemies are we dealing with are there loadsbof hordes or a specific amount of baddies

Initiative 1d10 ⇒ 10
add in my agitation bonus for me please char sheet not opening

Zaddion waltz into the shuttle and cleans a seat and props himself into his seat.
"Locked and ready for departure"

Zaddion follows closely to SIster listening to her interrogation of the commander.
Thinking .oO(No need for me to question just point me to whom Ever throat needs slitting)
Zaddion smiles to him self with a cold look of reaping in his eyes. It's kinda unnerving if your on the receiving end

"My blades have dulled over the last 500 years it's time to sharpen them with the iron in the blood of my enemies"
Zaddion eyes glimmer with a intense focus

Zaddion's mind switching into combat ready mode, and rushes to Commander Frizz who is barking orders
"..."
Zaddion points to Deatstroke

Zaddion rushes forward like a ninja to catch up to Deatstroke. head forward arms flailing behind him
"you know anything about this mass gathering"

Zaddion peers into the empty room noticing that deathstroke is gone, looking back into the crowd he sees a figure wading through the sea of troopers in a movement only a skilled assassin would be trained in.
Zaddion follows

Zaddion peers into the hall to see where the mass is running to. Turning back to Clade
"should we follow ?"

"it takes time and precision to have these locks lay as smoothly as they do, any news on our inquisitor friend?

Zaddion gears up to see what's buzzing around the planet side

Zaddion Enters his quaters and strips @$$ naked out of his body glove suit and heads stright for the showers...

"500 years I havent enjoyed a warm shower, its usually best after battle washing the blood of fallen foes.... was a sight to see"

After showering and strigtening his hair Zaddion places on the body suit which wears like a extra layer of skin and places some suitable clothing on and finds Clade peering into the terminal.

"Any news?!?"

Zaddion laughs and draws his shiny blade and uses it as a mirror and pats the back of his head
"still got it"
blade is Sheathed again

Zaddion chuckles a bit
"So your hairstyle is in I suppose"

Zaddion looks at the garment that he is wrapped in
"After 500 hundred years I know my wardrobe is to be out dated, once we acquire the knowledge we seek I must obtain some new threads I will not make my appearance in this day in age wearing old rags. "

Zaddion ears perk up at the sound of more Astartes being present
"More Astartes you say, more beautifuly designed killing machines here ?!? on this planet ?!?."

Zaddion steps off the ship feasting is eyes on the fast pace activity

"..."

Zaddion says nothing to the man but gives him a nice gesture for the warm welcome

Zaddion completely fades into nothingness. He is still there but so still and silent it's almost like he is not present.

Zaddion scoffs at the lot of them shedding a slight smile.
"Jealous of my foot work are we? it's ok to admire my art form it truly is a sight to behold" Zaddion places the left sword back in the sheath and rubs the right blade feeling the coolness of the metal across his bare skin of his left forearm. And sheathed the right blade

"So what of the war ? Please update us on the late 500 years."
anyway the ships logs can keep account of our star travel over the last 500

Zaddion suppresses his urge to purge these men
"If 500 years have passed what is the state of the war where we were set adrift? How has mankind's beauty flourished over the years? Zaddion rage kicks in full throttle
"Is there something for me to kill" Zaddion draws his swords off his hips and twirls around in a elegant dance displaying his sword play which looks like a masterful piece of death

Zaddion stands there silent as death. Looking at those he would like to dice into little pieces

"If one of them touches me I will peel their flesh from their bones while they breathe."Zaddion eyes glow with delight as images of tourmenting his prey flash through his mind.

"Shall make it extremely painful, and look onto te beautiful expression of agony on their faces as it registers in their minds the horror they will feel."

Zaddion shakes his head to releave these pleasureable images of pure carnage

"Their methods are shameful to openly attack a vessel that does not appear any threat. They are mere brutes no style or elegance to their approach. They are indeed ugly and need a good skinning."

Zaddion eyes go from a tranquil peaceful vainity to a blood lust murderous intent

"I must purge them of theirunbeauty and make this sector lovely once more"

Zaddion gears up placing one sword on each hip and his demon slayer on back.
"Best respond or we will have an eternity of beauty rest"

Zaddion places his mask on to protect his beauty from harm and unworthy onlookers

Zaddion gears up placing one sword on each hip and his demon slayer on back.
"Best respond or we will have an eternity of beauty rest"

Zaddion places his mask on to protect his beauty from harm and unworthy onlookers

Zaddion awakens from his slumber watching his fellow men scurry about and first things first finds himself a mirror.

Zaddion is roughly 5"11, Muscles are very toned and defined not very bulky but just the right touch. Blodne hair which is full of volume shining brightly as the throne of Terra which he takes pride in is appearance. Death before being caught in an ugly fashion is his Mo geared in a long black bodysuit that looks like skin.

"500 years you don't say, and I still look ravishing as I did in my 20's"

Zaddion starts to sway back and forth at the sounds of the blairing alarm making slashing motion with his arms as if he were cutting through some unknowning foe peeling their skin from flesh wit his beautiful art called Murder.

"I guess it is time to hunt"