Spectator Thread

[Okor]

Okor's rotting arms slapped down on the power packs of his brothers, as he began to shamble towards the cybernetic exit gate. "I will explain all... in time, my brothers. But for now, there are too many ears, and too many... receptive minds." He nodded towards the cloaked figure of Nealaphh, the three glowing eyes underneath its hood turning to watch the trio depart. He quickly filled his thoughts with chants of devotion to Nurgle, attempting to drive away any potential psychic prodding. He distrusted those immersed in the shifting tides of the warp, present company excluded, of course. He released his limbs from his brothers, as they stood at the precipice of the portal, the electronics buzzing, whirring, and beeping as they maintained the gateway. A wall of shimmering light greeted the Marines, obscuring what laid on the other side.

Coruscant. Home of some imposter Emperor, loyalist lapdogs, and their objective.

Grinning, Okor strode into the portal, ripples emanating from his rapidly disappearing form, as he entered a brand new world. One of greed, corruption, law, and a thin veneer of order. Not far behind him were the Wolf and the Son, walking confidently behind their decaying brother.