[i][b]The marines armour and colours dictates that his loyalties lie with the Imperium of Man, with the God-Emperor. His weapons were only a Chainsword and Bolter Pistol, either one adorned with two bright red stripes, a dark red thunderbolt in the centre of either set. [/b][/i] "Nobody knows where we are. Most people were taken from distant lands, though we know one thing: We were all taken for a reason. What reason though, nobody can say for certain. All we can say is that the Imperium and Chaos are still at war here, and that the Summoner and Sarris-Sanguine are both here."

[i]Alon sighs.[/i] The Summoner? Sarris too? Both those bitches still kickin? That's good to know. [i]He lightens up with that bit of sarcasm, taking a seat on the ground, tossing an orb up for his own light.[/i] I'm not of the Chaos, if that's what you're thinking. I'm of that Man Imposing whatever. At least I think that was it; Luis and Python and them. By the looks of it you aren't of the Chaos either, are ya marine?

"Yes, successor chapter to the White Scars." [i][b]He guided the Bolter pistol's barrel to the floor and off Alon, and eventually he slid the weapon into his holster in its entirety. [/b][/i] "So, you're a psyker I'll assume?"

[i]Alon lets out a chuckle[/i] You can call it that, sure. I much prefer the term mage; we're more free in terms of what we can do. It's all the same thing though here, so yeah, if psyker explains it best for ya then that's what I am. [i]Looking around the darkness, Alon gets up off the floor with a grunt; his whole body was sore already. He hadn't known how long he lay there unconscious, must've been a while.[/i] So, Mr. Khan, considering you're here with me are you lost too or is there some sort of... well... I use this term loosely but "safe" place amongst this cursed ship? I feel a vile aura coming from the walls and if I didn't know any better this ship is alive. Any sort of haven from ah "other" threats, so to say?

"Well, my Battle-Brothers, the Ultramarines and their primarch, have set up a base of operations. We have a Techpriest, so if you had needed any gear repaired, there's always a time to fix it. My bike is only around the corner, would you like a ride?" [i][b]Bracheous spoke with the same sincerity as a man who tried to make Alon feel as if he knew him for years. And while he hadn't known of him at all before today, Bracheous was a very convincing man, as is his nature. The same could be said of ancient natives, since they always seemed peaceful upon first contact. And since Bracheous was a native to put it simply, he carried that way of thinking. [/b][/i]

[i]Alon let out a soft grunt as he rose from the ground, extending a hand to the marine.[/i] Sounds good. I haven't introduced myself; I'm Alonfé, an Archsage from other worlds. All family or friends I've made have died; hopefully you aren't the same, Mr. Khan. May our adventures be good ones. [i]Alonfé speaks from the heart, as he always has; saying exactly what he has on his mind. It's calm yet full of authourity. He didn't seem threatened nor at ease. He was normal; something that wasn't too common amongst the people who live in a world such as this. If Bracheous played it right, he will have gained a very powerful ally.[/i] Come, lets see this bike of yours! [i]And there it was; a childish glint in his eyes, saying more about himself. It was odd to see, that type of excitement from seemingly an adult, but it was welcome in such a cold environment.[/i]

[i][b]Bracheous would typically have dismissed that glint and the personality as something of a child, befitting of a man with a disability or something of that sort, although not Alon. No, instead when he shook his hand, he knew he was speaking to a man that was far, far more than just an equal to him. [/b][/i] "Well Alonfé, it's a pleasure to meet you." [i][b]Something about how Bracheous spoke made him seem as if his accent was... Heavier, coming out more as he spoke. JT sounded like you would imagine any native would have, although his voice came with a metallic ringing, befitting of most other Astares who beat helmets. So Bracheous led the Archmage around a corner, leading to a truly amazing bike, brfotging of an Adeptus Astares. The vehicle was certainly tall, but that was mainly to comfortably seat the Space Marines, as they were rather tall, eight foot figures normally. As Bracheous approached the bike, he felt a sense of happiness: This vehicle was the one thing they made sense to him in the entire Bloodwrath, this vehicle was his true weapon, and he kept it sheathed, until he unholstered it by revving the engine, and he fired the gun by darting to the camp, the loud roar of the engine filling the ears of any in the area who may be listening in. By the time they had gotten to the camp, it was late, even for the residents of the Bloodwrath. Due to the vessel being a quarter of the size if Terra, it took Bracheous a few hours to backtrack to the Imperium's camp where the Baltic Manticores and the Ultramarines set up shop, where Kat had rested herself as a Blood Wolf, and where Saint Agnes of the Sisters of Battle had rested herself, restoring her former glory and power. It was here where Bracheous had deactivated his bikes engines, letting the smoke from the exhaust pipes eventually die out wit the burning flames inside, and he stashed the vehicle around a corner, away from many prying eyes. [/b][/i] "Welcome to the sanctuary on this ship, the Imperium's main camp." [i][b]Bracheous said as he stared at it from a distance. He had led the Ultramarines and their primarch here, brought Agnes here, and now he brings Alonfé. Then it occurre to Bracheous that he was essentially the mailman of people, delivering them to this place of rest, and he allowed a slight chuckle to escape his lips, though his helmet kept all noise from escaping. [/b][/i]

Woahhhhhhh... this is... awesome... [i]The glint resurfaced on his eyes once more as he stared outwards along the camp's edge, to the centre and back out again. It was like he was taking in such a sight for the first time, which was far from true, but he aimed to remember every moment of it. Or else it would escape from him. "Like the other's..." he thought, his face hardening at the thought.[/i] This is quite a set up. How many of us are there? Hundreds? A thousand? I wonder how many have been lost... separated from their families... [i]His fists clenched at the thought, and that's when a spark ignited in himself; not literally, though that was 100% possible. But in his eyes. Bracheous found this man, boy, whoever he was, to tell the truth not through his mouth but through his eyes.[/i] Ah, we must escape. After we bring the ship down, of course. [i]He raised his finger up in the air, stating so as if it were as easy as walking across the street; you'd just have to wait for the right time, moment, and circumstances.[/i] What say you, Mr. Khan? It would be damn fine to be out of here; heck, I've had enough and I just got here. We must have some wonderful people here to help us out. My mind is set! But first, [b]how[/b] we got here, now there's the big question. Hmmmm, I'll have to think on it. Do you lead this group? Is this the ah... umm... Crimson Moon's? Sorry, I'm horrible with names. And maps, mind you. [i]He let out a light chuckle, obviously some memories, good and bad, having to do with maps.[/i]

"Crimson Scars. I'm the last living one actually, hence why I'm a Khan. Now, here's the problem: Nobody knows how we got here, on the Bloodwrath. What we do know, is that strong magical properties are aboard this vessel, and that Sarris-Sanguine and the Summoner are doing whatever they typically do onboard." "And so you know, it's more than just me here. It's the Ultramarines, Kat of the Void Wolves, the Baltic Manticores, a few others too. More than just one person to keep alive."

Yes, yes! We will escape as a whole. That is wonderful, very wonderful. But Sarris... I can't remember his side at the moment... but he's quite the fellow, I remember. And the Summoner; he struck me as a jerk, but that's my opinion. Anyways, those two usually mean trouble. And these Void Wolves, Baltic Manticores, Ultramarines; do they have a place to start looking for our origin? Or is there nothing known? [i]Alon sat right where he stood, not minding the ground or the state of it, but hand on his chin deep in thought.[/i]

"Nobody knows a thing about this place. Some of us have gotten flashbacks to our life before the Bloodwrath, but for the most part we can't recall how we got onboard." [i][b]Bracheous looked to the camp for a brief moment then back to Alonfé. He was a Psyker in Bracheous' eyes, so he knew that he probably possessed enough magic to defend himself, but getting to the camp would still make them far safer. [/b][/i] "We should probably get to the camp, save a patrol of Necrons comes to stalk us."

[i]A visible shiver went through his body at the mention of Necrons.[/i] W-wait... Necrons aboard this sh-ship? Okay... lets go... [i]His fists clenched, and he looked past Bracheous to the camp, and around them too. Alon checked over the area once before moving on with Bracheous cautiously. Alon whispers quietly, barely audible.[/i] Necrons... war... arm... [i]Those were the only words Bracheous could make out but it seemed that Alon more or less abhored the Necrons, but more on the scale of fearful memories compared to ones full of hate. He trudged on steadily with the marine towards the camp.[/i]

"I take it you aren't big on the Necrons? No worries, I used them as an example. You're more likely to find a Tyranid than anything, not including the -blam!-ing heretics onboard... -blam!- the heretics." [i][b]He spoke as if he harboured a great distaste of the Heretics. It wasn't all too common that a man could hate something this much, even for a Space Marine, but Bracheous managed it. [/b][/i]

G-good... [i]Fires ignited around his clenched fists, no more than a weak red fire, but it seemed to burn the stress and anger right off of his face, as if it drained the hatred and energy within him.[/i] Heretics... so like, a Chaos person thing? Chaos Marine is such a thing, I think. And then Tyranids, Necrons, and such. I think I'm getting the hang of this all. Ever since Luis got the Harbringer down that's one less threat though... right? He is dead, right? And the Summoner was there I think. I'm not certain if the Summoner or Libreous were good or bad but they seemed like jerks as I said. And we got the people of this camp and more on our side. Good. I think I got it down. [i]His tone was highly assuming and less knowing, as he guessed his way through the list of names he remembered.[/i]

"Heretics are anyone who doesn't believe in the God-Emperor of Mankind. So basically any nonbelievers and those who worship false gods. The Chaos is a group of things like Tyranids or Dark Eldar. Anything that actively wants to massacre us all, that sort of thing." [i][b]Bracheous spoke as if he knew all about these sorts of things, as if he had dealt with them before, as if he had nearly died to them before. But nonetheless, he was calm on the scenario, despite Heretics in an arena being the entire reason he's the last Crimson Scar. [/b][/i]

Ah, I see. So... just non-believers in general. And you side with the God-Emperor, and those who work with it, like myself. Things are making a little more sense, yeah, I get it. Not good equals heretic. Burn it with lots and lots of fire. [i]He flashed a quick thumbs up, a metallic one mind you, and started making movements with his arm idly as he walked; sigils of light appeared where he traced his fingers, making complex yet simple geometrical figures. He started well, but then he let out a grunt, frustrated, before waving it away and starting again.[/i] Do they teach much magic where you're from? Or from the Wolves or Manticore people, do they know anything? And last question, I must be talking your ear off, but what big big threats do we face like y'know big bad leader Necrons or something along the lines of mutant Tyranids or evil machine things. I don't know, stuff like that.

"Had a run-in with a hive of 'Nids a bit back, took some Genestealers out with the Deathwatch. Otherwise, I know nothing of the forces here. The Wolves are a group of Adeptus Astares, and like my chapter, they don't have Psyker's. Hell, I've never seen one of your caliber besides the Emperor."

[i]He just nods; Alon was a humble person.[/i] That's pretty cool. I assure you, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather Athos was much more powerful. 110% world ending powerful. That's my aspiration; minus the world ending, mind you. So I'm the only mage, or Psyker, in the area. That's reassuring. And it doesn't sound like anything around here is too big to handle at the moment, so it seems we're in a relatively safe place. [i]He scratches the back of his neck, a habit of his when he was nervous or thinking.[/i] What are these other leaders of the Wolves and Manticore's like? And when do we get to camp? Most simply because I'm starving and I probably only have 5 days left on me before I start losing some of my potency in battle.

[i][b]Eventually the duo arrive at the camp: I can't describe it because Shad never explained to me what it looks like, but I can assure you it's grand. [/b][/i] "Wolves is led by Kat, an Ascended: She has the physique, training an experience of an Astares. Manticores I haven't actually met the leader of. And the Ultramarines are here with their Primarch, so that's reassuring."

Ah, this looks nice and uh... comforting... [i]Alon clears his throat[/i] So not to be the bummer or anything but I'm in dire need of some food if you have any, I seem to have left all but a gallon of ice cream back home; yes, I have ice cream. But I was wondering if you had anything... y'know, meatier or fruit oh I love fruit.