Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20150214113638/@comment-4948356-20150409165251

Sefarius was already out the door and down the hall when the lights had come on. His Hell pistol was in his left hand, primed and ready, while his right firmly grasped the hilt of his chainsword, ready to pull it out of its holster at a moments notice. He knew from expeirence that having a weapon ready was usually the difference between life and death, a lesson a good few men of his had learned the hard way...

''...We've barely left port and in the first few hours I find an inquisitor aboard my ship, our attack craft aren't up to snuff, and now this... at worst its daemons... maybe... ''

He shook his head again, clearing it of the horrible memories trying to surface.

''...No time for that... perhapes its not as bad... or its probably worse...''

Stopping, he shuddered for second. He then looked down towards his chainsword...

Hope for the best...

He finally pulled out the chainsword, its teeth begining to slowly move...

Plan for the worst...

He got moving again, heading for the control room at quicked pace.