(Pre-Show) The Barracks

[Okor]

Okor raised his gauntlet to his helmet, the interface ports rebinding themselves to his decaying flesh. Quickly cycling through a small variety of channels (his squad frequency had been unused since the siege of Terra), he selected a pre-Istvaan general frequency. The others' vox systems should be able to easily pick it up, due to the simple uniform nature of the time. Depressing the activator, he spoke. "Tartaros... Galel. The time approaches. We shall rendezvous at..." he paused for a moment, attempting to remember the old legion ciphers, in the event of unwanted listeners. "Alpha, break... Omega, Lambda." Satisfied, he looked around his future opponents. Insignificant children, the rare young adult. The only evident threats was a Xenos. A dark olive green, dressed in regal robes. Some kind of leader, possibly here to expand his influence. Okor was content to observe him from afar, noticing his social prowess. Definitely one to watch, should they cross paths later. Stretching, Okor scanned the barracks, looking past the seeming hordes of small children, seeking out the familiar figures of his brothers.