Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140807071103/@comment-6078851-20140817173347

OOC: keep helpful gaurdsman, we like helpful gaurdsman, helpful gaurdsman our friend :)  but the smoke could easily be thick enough to still spoil their vision, although dont the suits autosenses allow them to see through smoke with no trouble? we could say that the nano-scarabs managed to damage everyones lenses because we all got caught in the swarm.

having said what he could without breaking his oath of loyalty Garion resumed his posiition in their formation, and partly to avoid Tychus lashing out again, as he could hear the distaste in his voice and see the tension in his motions.

as they move on Garion started to erect walls of rightous pride, (IM)*i am a Dark angel and my actions are above reproach from anyone not of the Dark Angels.* (Inner Image) Asmodai - "...''you are a Dark Angel now." "...bulwarks of the imperium without peer." "...the 1st and finest astartes legion the Emperor created." Garion repeated this litany for some time as Asmodai provided a continual commentary - "purity... pride... loyalty... purity... pride... loyalty... vengeance... purity... pride... loyalty... purity... pride... loyalty... lies...purity..."''

the smoke got so thick as they progressed that eventually their vision was reduced to 3 or 4 meters: the density of the smoke almost nullifying the effects of the occulobe. Garion cursed the apparent damage the swarm had caused his lenses. with occasional swirls and eddies forming in the dense miasma from the slight breeze the forms of his teammates were being continually shown and hidden.

after hours of travel the pervading gloom started to wear on Garion's nerves. every time his current Battle-brothers were obscured by the smoke he became filled with the sensation that he was all on his own, the rythmic, and somehow forelorn sounding, crunch of boots on rubble didn't sound to Garion like a squad but rather like echoes of his own, seemingly lost, footseps. and each time his brothers reappeared from the gloom he had a brief thought that they weren't who they were just seconds before.

"Hello!! is anyone there!? we can hear you! speak up or burn!!"

as soon as the voice made itself heard Garion swung unerringly towards the source, his uncanny ability allowing him to have a headshot from simply the sound of the voice. Garion came to within 1/2 a millimeter of firing, and it was a considerable struggle to not apply that final 1/2 millimeter of movement on the trigger.

Garion barely heard the exchange of words as he struggled to hold his fire, and as he finally managed to lower his bolter they were on the move, the guardsman unaware of how small a thread his life had hung from.