Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140824083125/@comment-6078851-20140921152059

OOC: aaah, no, you're leaving us with a pretty heavy cliffhanger badass :P do you have time to resolve tychus' fate before real life takes you away? that way we could continue the rp in the sealed room until you return, discussing what our options are in the face of the scarabs' imitation ability, arguing amongst ourselves, or tending to rulius' mashed in head :P

with the vortex grenade's maelstrom dying away a deathly silence fell across those in the room as everyone tried to comprehend what just happened. Garion was also struggling to comprehend what happened but not about the scarab-Saffron: IM* .... missed ...every ...round ...*

with this thought aimlessly circling his mind like a mindlocked servitor Garion wasn't conciously aware of master Asmodai's voice, yet it still registered on some level, "you see what this means don't you? you're vaunted ability has been rendered useless and now you're very presence in this team endangers everyone! you are an astartes Garion, tasked with defending the imperium, and yet it appears that you are now incapable of fulfilling such a purpose! i tried to teach you inner strength Garion but you were always one of my slowest students, and you have always lacked the conviction and resolve that makes a true Dark Angel. (dark chuckle) ...you are pathetic Garion, pitifully weak, not fit to wear the colours of the Dark Angels. i once knew an astartes like you Garion, weak, and he sought strength from ... other patrons. i believe you met him once, when you killed him..."

as those in the room started to gather themselves, recovering from the shock of events, Garion stood stock-still where he was, staring emptily at the holes in the wall from his missed shots...