Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-98.81.158.208-20140310212445/@comment-98.81.158.208-20140310215923

We cut to a scene of war, bloodshed and broken fortifications as the Ultramarines Second Company is being massacred by World Eaters and the Black Legion. Federos is standing his ground, firing his Ripper willy-nilly while singing battle-hymns, both as reassurance and defiance against the traitors.

Covered in blood, he has long ago realized that he has lost the battle. He is now only in a state of rage at his lost men, seeking to bring the traitors pain before he dies. He grabs a Bolter from the corpse of a fallen World Eater and fires it into the horde before him, his expression unchanging as they go up in a red mist.

He is resolute, realizing that for all his weapons, technology and psyker abilties, he is fighting a force that glorifies violence for violence's sake. They will not stop like all the others he has fought in his career. He is fighting the scourge of his forefathers, alone, backed against the wall.

Federos- How well I keep the bridge.

???- Fear not, Captain. We will keep it with you.

A Terminator steps foward with a few Assault Marines, more behind them.

We run over a bloodied, beaten but not defeated group of Neo-Asartes wielding a variety of weapons. They are men, no boys of honor.

Federos-Sic semper interficiam malum, men. Sapienslupum, I'm gonna to let us fight as one.

As the beaten Ultramarines ready their weapons, they do not notice the shadows hanging over the battlefield, nor do they care.