Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-27084731-20161217221601

Rather than reply, the lone scout marine bought out his camelioline cloak, wore it over and painted his face with the warpaint he bought with him, further darkening his brownish argentumian skin, adjusting his artificial eye's sensitivity and his sniper's scope ranges, checking his ammunitions, his bolter and checked the sharpened blacked astartes combat knife. Offered then a silenced prayer to the Emperor and the spirit of his weapons and armor.

After it all he then proceeded again to sit on the farthest corner possible and closed his eyes. Wondering why the Chapter Master sent him for this mission, what is actually the truth behind this said mission he is now, and the strange feeling of unease he had since the arrival on the planet. He proceeded again to meditate, resting his body and mind, conditioning it further to the task upon them