As the click of a sheath echoed through the chamber, Jake's hand immediately hovered one of his pistol; ready to draw and fire at whatever threat bared its teeth in his direction. Even before his eyes locked on the towering Night Lord Astarte, Jake knew that there would be nothing he could do to stop the space marine should they decide to go on a rampage. Cautiously, he relaxed his stance once more as the newest seemingly 'normal' human joined the soiree; exchanging pleasantries with Krynne and his bodyguard. Regardless of how he steeled his nerves, nothing could have prepared him for the thing that came in next....
During his time on the frontier, Jake had seen many a beast; of every shape and size... It wasn't the horns, the colossal size, nor the imposing presence that radiated from the man-turned-beast... But its eyes. The black beads of the bloodthirsty monster gleamed with the light of a fierce intellect, one that such a creature should not possess. Shifting his weight uncomfortably, he did his best to ignore the chill settling into his bones as he focused on his employer.
Jake scoffed; the burning cherry of his cigar glowing brightly, as Krynne revealed that the payment for this little endeavor would be nothing more than owned souls. "The fuck kind of use would I have for slaves???" the wrangler hissed under his breath, his rough voice hot with frustration. With a deep breath, he managed to calm his bubbling temper, he wasnt doing this for money, rewards, or lavish treatment-- he sought nothing apart from the favor of the dark gods, and the powers that came with such recognition. Such a quest for The Gauntlet of Myreena would be an undoubtedly strong start, and so, Jake raised no issue with the current terms of the mission.
No sooner than when the group embarked onto the landing shuttle, were they joined by what Jake surmised was yet another Slaaneshi whore. However, before he could listen in on who this seemingly important newcomer was, an explosion rocked the shuttle! "Dammit!" he cursed as he was thrown back into a wall, barely managing to catch himself. Of course the fucking black legionnaire had to fucking laugh. As he tried to glare angrily at the posthuman, another violent shake of the craft bashed Jake's face against the wall, breaking his nose with a *crunch*. Peeling himself away from the wall, Jake reached up and cracked his nose back into place with a low, angry growl. Whoever did this, was asking for the ass-whooping of a lifetime.
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