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Blackshields: The Horus Heresy [Warhammer 30K]

*sighs very heavily*

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity@Jbcool@Sophrus

I think it would be fantastic for Lucius to have a guilty conscience and a friend's blood on his hands. muahaha. A real Fallen should bring havoc wherever he goes...

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I just want to know if my head got messed with or not.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

And I'm honestly waiting on @agentmanatee.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

@Letter Bee Well, Lucas just got up. How does Priscilla feel about that? Responsible perhaps? Does she do anything? How about responding to Damien?

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Oh fuck. David's friend was highly offended. Damien blinked haplessly in shock as the man suddenly got up and began to storm off. Quickly, he tried to recover the situation. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Mr. Jones. I shouldn't have imposed like that. Look, Priscilla and I will leave. We're leaving. It's fine..." Anxiously, and apologetically, Damien got up and offered a hand to the woman. "Come on, Priscilla. This is a private meeting and I've really made a mistake. I'm sorry. We'll go someplace else, alright?"

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity Sounds you need some happy juice to make you more friendly!

Red or green? :D

@Klomster

Oh shit. Actually, Lucius had better watch how he acts around these guys, because if he seems like a threat, he might be next.

Blackshields: The Horus Heresy [Warhammer 30K]

Buried. That's how they say original Terrans dealt with their dead, ages upon ages ago when the species was first learning to cultivate the first world, before incinerators, recyclers, and anything like space travel. The same was practiced on Colchis, long before the arrival of Aureli... Brenard stopped himself from thinking any further. Dead. Yes, that is what he should be right now. Lying a foot or so under dirt and mulch was not even a close approximation, but perhaps it was symbolic, ritualistic... Oh, he shouldn't think anything of rituals. Never again. Brenard closed his eyes and exhaled a breath, dispelling the images of the past. He had to stop his thoughts quite frequently or his emotions would shake his already unsteady reasoning. Thought-stopping was the only way he could deal with the truth. The truth, that the blood of a traitor ran in his veins, that none of his damned legion could ever be trusted again, not with their now-known flawed geneseed. Why had he survived, he wondered. Why had he hung on for days, months, hours, moments, crawled out of the earth he had been buried under back on Istva... Stopped again. A moment of silence followed as Brenard cleared his mind once more. Hope. Yes, hope is what got him back to Terra after that. It was a false hope, that everything might turn out better somehow, but now he had to deal with the continued existence that the false hope had afforded him. So here he was, in the dirt, worthless, never again to be exalted or even acknowledged by the Imperium that had produced him, nor by the one known as the Emperor. His entire legion was nothing more than a failed experiment.

Now they were here on a world... yes, there were others like Brenard. ...here to fight the enemy, traitors, like their prideful primarchs. As if anything they could do could ever have a chance at redeeming them for what they were. No, blood was too thick. Geneseed was something that could not be washed away. No matter how loyal they may be as individuals, they were all as good as damned. From now on, this would be a story about living a damned life.

Slaughtering the denizens of the poorly defended port was quick and efficient, like it would have been on any human planet that refused Imperial compliance. The rulers would be purged and the population spared, for the most part, if possible, and then the populace would be reeducated. Brenard felt no regret about taking the port. He would kill, he would do anything, not for any hopes of redeeming himself, for that was impossible, but simply to obey as he was supposed to.

It was time to get up. A Blackshield rose from the black earth under the black night. Kurak, Lyras, Alypius, and Merdem were with him as they struck out toward the front door. Once the other squads were in position, the attack began. "Kill everyone," was their order. Cameras and lights were shot out immediately. Turret guns, unusual for any ordinary country Chateau, were taken out with grenades before the automatic defense systems could activate them. Unfortunately, an alarm sounded within the building, alerting the officials to attempt their escape. Brenard relished the peace of mind that washed away his painful contemplations as he forcefully kicked down the first door with his squadmates beside him. Battle was the only real relief.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes The Ork is not one of Lucius' followers at the moment, and to Lucius' mind is unlikely to follow him on account of being an Ork. Yes, he could try to kill Lucius; OOOOOOR he could go where the fighting's better and attack the guys with actual armour.

@BCTheEntity

rofl nice attempt to sway him.

Blackshields: The Horus Heresy [Warhammer 30K]

@Jarrid I did notice that, and I appreciated the coherence. I think I have figured out what has happened so far, so I'm content. I'm gonna pickup in the dirt with my fellow space marine rejects.