Fear me
-Bjorn clambers down and takes a deep breath, analysing the sights, smells and sounds. Promethium, smoke, sweat, the grinding of machinery and curses of workers... such things are ever present on Imperial spaceports, and they are quickly pushed away in favor of the new sensory data.-
Iron Father
"Well, it appears we've been given transport," Jarvan stated, thumbing at a waiting aquatic vehicle, "and we'll have back up in case things get heated up. Now, shall we board the vessel and go hunt down this stupid shield?" Jarvan didn't wait for an answer, instead he proceeded to the vessel and fired up its engines.
The flesh is weak!
The Blinder
Menoth nodded. "Let us spread the emporer's words."
Good to be back
The Gorgon
Viktoriya entered the craft shortly after the Iron Hand, making the sign of the aquila as she did so.
Time grows thin, the past's a riddle; The Tower awaits you in the middle.
Iron Father
Jarvan waited till everyone had boarded the craft, then pointed out a suit of modified armor for the guardswoman to wear, "you'll need that for when we go under, otherwise the pressure will pop your head like a melon." He revved the boats engine, before navigating the map to their destination, it was the middle of the night when the group found themselves in the middle of a dark blue ocean. "well, everyone set their armor for aquatic mode and lets do this." Jarvan stated, the vents in his servo harness closing, helmet firmly in place, he stood at the back of the boat. "let the expendables stay behind, don't have enough armor for them," he waived at the few guardsmen that had accompanied them, minus the one with the new bionic, "one of the astartes should stay behind as well."
The flesh is weak!
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"Yup. That tasted purple."
Viktoriya exited the craft and looked around, trying to get her bearings in this unfamiliar place.
Time grows thin, the past's a riddle; The Tower awaits you in the middle.