Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-25068159-20140201000709/@comment-139.218.138.253-20140220151548

Chaplain Delphos Tane strode with the purpose and stature of a man who has one hundred percent faith in the certainty of his actions. His heavy footfalls echoing down the corridors of the Strike Cruiser, like ringing bells of judgement. His black and bone armour gleamed with fresh polishing, and his crozius was as ever by his side, ever ready and waiting to deliver the Emperors judgement upon the unjust. He knew not why they were here in the back end of a system, but trusted his captain acted upon the wishes of the chapter master. The nature of the mission was not his concern, the faith of the company and crew, was his concern, and his gut feeling that something was amiss drew his attention from his usual quarters to the very bowls of the ship. What was calling out to him? Heresy? Corruption? Xenos filth? He did not know, but his years of hunting down traitors had honed his senses to a fine edge. He had not informed the Captain of his feeling, Kize had other concerns, untill he had proof, he would persue his quarry alone. He continued down into the bowls of the ship, down towards the cargo hangers, the where the incessant feeling of unease was emanating.