!B2bSxiuNtM 10/21/09(Wed)00:42 No.6362987|
>Meant to say "come into contact, and have been the only survivor on multiple occasions"
You bow your head respectfully as you turn to leave. The lift creaks in its descent, echoing through your skull as you feel the *THUNK* of the plate landing on the bulkhead. No other Brothers are watching as you stride down the empty halls, turning to the hangar you only moments earlier exited. Tucked in an alcove to your right, you can see a small dark red ship you missed before when you entered. A man stands in a suit of polished silver-gold Power Armour, surrounded by a squad of Inquisitorial Storm Troopers. Behind them, you can see a pair of your Brothers loading a crate of some sort into the ship, covered in purity seals and wards.
"You are Brother-Captain Mansoon, I trust?" the Inquisitor says, his voice somewhat raspy with a hint of an accent you can't quite place.
"Affirmative, Inquisitor. I report as I have been ordered."
A pair of Techmarines flank you from both sides.
"Captain, we have been ordered to requisition your weapons."
Surrendering your Thunder Hammer, you hold out your left gauntlet to allow the Techmarines to detach the wrist-mounted Storm Bolter. As they depart with your weapons, the Storm Troopers move around you.
"If you would please..." the Inquisitor says, gesturing to the ship.