The Barbed Hook

"For fucks sake"
*He salutes*

the warriors approach. one stops. looks the newcomer up and down, glaring through his helm, before advancing onwards

*once they're out of earshot*
"I used to kill renegade space marines for a living, I could have taken them"

Lyanna: if those weren't Lerion's men I'd be annoyed you just said that.

"Who is Lerion?"

"The task master. In charge of the warsmith's slave forces"

"Slave forces...why do they use slaves?"

"As much as I hate to say it.....They're incredibly useful at thinning enemy ammo and morale"

"And who are the enemy?"

"The imperials" *spits*

Ragnar points with his massive claw

the centurion look
".....there's nothing there"

"Why did you spit?"

"Because those bastards deserve to rot in the deepest pits of the warp"

"Why?"

Anders: they took our home from us. burned it to the ground.

Ragnar: ODD

"Wow, you have my sympathy"

Anders: thanks.

Centurion: yer eyes playing up old man?

"So who is attack you here?"

"I dont know. We havent seen the front lines since the warsmith took this world"

"That's fortunate"

Lyanna: fortunate, but temporary

"Well you might just have me backing you up so it's not all bad"

Lyanna: all I've seen you do is bleed, no offense

"Well I've only been here all of 5 minutes"

"true"

"So what is your story?"

Lyanna:....you wanna be more specific?

Ragnar: I DOUBT THAT

"Well I've pretty much told you what I am, I figured one of you two might want to tell a little about thenselves"

Centurion: well check it out if you can

Anders: well we're Olympian born and bred, like all seleucid thorakite.

"Olympia...the Iron Warriors homeworld"

lyanna nods

"I've never heard of the Seleucid Thorakite"

"Imperial .....well former-imperial army, recruited exclusively from olympia"

"Huh"

"What else?"

Ragnar walks over to the area scaning for contacts

he finds nothing....except strange footsteps

"I don't know, let's go back to asking me things!"

Anders: enough chit chat, we're almost there
(couldnt think of more questions)

OOC: Not even his history? Oh well

"Oh goody"

OOC later
IC they walk past several guards, all armed and armoured identically to anders and lyanna

"An army of identical soldiers, adds a menacing touch"

"Its just the gear"

"Yes, but an army of identical soldiers does work quite nicely against enemy morale"

she shrugs

*they keep going?*

*Pyriel walks over to where ragnar is standing* "The honourable dreadnought is not mistaken, space wolf, something was here."

The footprints are quite numerous, suggesting multiple contacts

They enter the building, and reach the command center