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5/31/2016 12:01:11 PM
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"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."
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[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]
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"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]
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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]
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"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]
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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.
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"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."
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[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.
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[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."
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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.
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"We more than likely have something around here, you're free to do as you see fit. For the tint being I must leave, have a few things to take care of. Goodbye Alonfé." [i][b]Bracheous turned his back to Alon, the scratches of his suit on display for the man, unintentionally gained and shown. He started walking off, the heavy footsteps of his bashing into the ground, with enough force to crush most men's limbs. And so he left. [/b][/i]
