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[ogreninja]

Marcus awoke covered in a cold sweat and sludge suppressing a scream, he had been reliving the past 3 days before he had passed out in a sludge gully in the lower end of a imperial hive on the planet of Thranx. He was an officer in the PDF regiment based in hive Tiberius, before the whispering's of a cult had turned the heads of his commanding officers and they had tried to purge the ranks of those not totally loyal to them and the cult they had become a apart of. When the purge had happened Marcus had managed to escape the patrol he was with but had been hounded mercilessly to the bowels of the hive until he had slipped and fallen between electrical conduiting into the gully which had masked his life signs after he had passed out. once he had control of himself once more Marcus eased himself quietly from the gully and looked around the now deserted walkway that he had fallen off it was eerily quiet the background hum of machines the only noise in what used to be a bustling sub sector of the hive, the congealing blood and scattered body parts mute testament to the carnage cause by the traitorous PDF.
Marcus checked what equipment he had on him, laying it out in front of him he smiled and shook his head "a broken las pistol and a combat blade not much but it'll have to do" Marcus whispers to himself shaking his head, gathering them together he head off toward the arbites station situated at the base of the elevator leading up toward the manifactorum levels of the hive.
It took him a couple of hours to get near the precinct but he stopped short as he saw lights and people moving around inside the precinct, slipping into the shadows of the building Marcus moved closer to the arbites building careful not to be seen by the occupants so he could see what or who was inside the building. As he glanced through the window he fell back against the wall as he saw that it was a member of the PDF but gone was the clean bone white armour in its place was gore splashed tarnished gunmetal coloured armour which had an eight pointed star branded onto the shoulder pauldron letting Marcus know exactly where this cult allegiances laid. Marcus turned and ran back to the building where he had just come from his head reeling from the shock of discovering that chaos had it insidious grip on his beloved hive.

[Brother White]

Nice man, can't wait to read more!

Sent from The Righteous Truth, Battle Barge of the Third Company of the Crimson Fists

[ogreninja]

Marcus sat against the wall in numb shock for what seemed like an eternity, before he felt something small and cold being pressed into his temple "stand up" a cold harsh voice snarled at him. Marcus moved on instinct and drawing his combat blade in one smooth motion as he stood knocking the lasgun out of the way with his attacking arm and opening the throat of the traitor spraying blood over Marcus and the wall as the traitor PDF guard dropped to his knees and then slumped to the floor blood bubbling from the savage wound at his neck.
Marcus stood staring at the corpse at his feet then at the blood covering himself and the surrounding area before he threw up, this was the first human he had killed with his own hands yes he'd shot people but "you don't realize just how much blood someone has until you are up close and personal" the words of his old commanding officer come back to him as he finished vomiting.
Grabbing the PDF guards lasgun and ammo pack Marcus ran back into the habs away from the arbites precinct, entering the first empty hab he came to Marcus entered and after a search for any signs of life he closed the door to the room with a quiet click.
Marcus looked around the rooms in the hab taking stock of what had been left intact by the traitors, he found a small backpack and dried food and a couple of bottles of water and he put them on the table with his newly acquired lasgun and ammo bag. "now we're getting somewhere" he thought as he turned and went to the bathroom, just before he go there he noticed his reflection in the tall mirror in the bedroom and stopped to look at himself, standing at 5'11 every inch of him was covered in sludge, grime and blood even his short black hair seemed matted together. his green eyes the only thing that seemed clean after the past few days. He stripped off his armour and clothes then entered the shower letting the scolding hot water wash the filth off him, as he did this he started planning his next moves. Once he was clean and dry he looked at his armour which was a mixture of bone white which was the original colour, blood splattered the chest and arms covering the layer of dried oily residue from the sludge pit he had fallen into which had saved his life though it pained him to see the armour in such a state when normal it was pure bone white Marcus knew that the discolouration would help him to blend into the shadows better.
Walking back into the main room Marcus emptied the ammo bag out and cursed all that was there was a single clip for the lasgun and a frag grenade "why is it never easy?" Marcus says before placing the ammo clip and grenade in the backpack with the food and water checking the lasguns ammo clip it read seventy five percent charge "better than a broken laspistol" Marcus chuckled to himself.
With grim determination Marcus slowly walked out of the hab and looked toward the Precinct which was hidden by the other habs he had past. "right time go get that lift" he thought to himself looking toward the ceiling, then he noticed that there were ventilation shafts built into the roof which had ledges out infront of them so servitors the lobotomized servants of the adeptus mechanicus could clean the fans without need of specialist equipment, "so... fight my way through the traitors here and risk dying or climb up and into the vents to get higher and try and call for help" Marcus thought to himself shouldering the gun and backpack he turned and made his way towards the ladders that led to the gantry ways upto the vents and his escape from this hell had finally started.