01-17-2016, 06:24 PM
"Well, enough messing about", Tartaros said, slowly picking himself off the ground and setting aside his dataslate, "we'd best get moving.". As he stumbled across the floor of the Nexus, the Astartes felt a dull burning sensation make it's way across his cheek and joints. The familiar sting of exertion and wounds long since put out of mind. Not a painful feeling, but all too familiar.
Turning towards his comrade, Tartaros coughed. "So then... where to?"
T shrugged in a mixture of apathy and tiredness. "Why you askin' me?... Ah, screw it. Let's head...", the puppet paused for a moment, "East. That's a direction, yeah?"
Tartaros cracked a small half-smile beneath his helmet and sighed wearily. "Yes, yes it is."
"Then what the hell are we waiting for?!", T shouted, "We got asses to take and na- wait... asses to kick and names to take!".
The two set across the barren land, under the white light shining from an imperceptible sun. The journey was quiet and short, seeming a mere hour to the Luna Wolf. Finally, they had arrived towards some sign of life. Some half-dozen figures stood in the distance.
Tartaros breathed a sigh of relief as he walked towards them, though it was soon halted by the sound of a rasping, gutteral yell.
It seemed he was always stuck with the angry ones... Never the less, the Astartes pressed on, partly out of blind curiosity, and partly out of a desire to shut something up.
Finally getting in full view of the group, Tartaros spoke. "Right. First of all, what in the Emperor's name are you bastards doi-", to his surprise, the marine was interrupted by another rasping roar. Looking ahead, he found a giant of a man, dressed in a ragged suit and baring a frown of broken teeth, glaring down at him with piercing white eyes.
"Oh..."
Turning towards his comrade, Tartaros coughed. "So then... where to?"
T shrugged in a mixture of apathy and tiredness. "Why you askin' me?... Ah, screw it. Let's head...", the puppet paused for a moment, "East. That's a direction, yeah?"
Tartaros cracked a small half-smile beneath his helmet and sighed wearily. "Yes, yes it is."
"Then what the hell are we waiting for?!", T shouted, "We got asses to take and na- wait... asses to kick and names to take!".
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The two set across the barren land, under the white light shining from an imperceptible sun. The journey was quiet and short, seeming a mere hour to the Luna Wolf. Finally, they had arrived towards some sign of life. Some half-dozen figures stood in the distance.
Tartaros breathed a sigh of relief as he walked towards them, though it was soon halted by the sound of a rasping, gutteral yell.
Quote:"GRUNDY NOT LET YOU HURT FRIENDS!"
It seemed he was always stuck with the angry ones... Never the less, the Astartes pressed on, partly out of blind curiosity, and partly out of a desire to shut something up.
Finally getting in full view of the group, Tartaros spoke. "Right. First of all, what in the Emperor's name are you bastards doi-", to his surprise, the marine was interrupted by another rasping roar. Looking ahead, he found a giant of a man, dressed in a ragged suit and baring a frown of broken teeth, glaring down at him with piercing white eyes.
"Oh..."