Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-17657610-20190918235917

Ishmael was relieved that the battle was finally over, and he watched as the Space Marines passed by. Ishmael and the rest of the half-stunned Penal Legionaries did a sort of kurt bow to the Space Marines. However, Ishmael was feeling less than grateful to these seeming super humans.

"Couldn't have got here sooner, huh?" Ishmael said under his breath as he watched the Space Marines walk off towards more important people.

After that, Ishmael descended on the bodies of his dead comrades like a vulture. He already had a few things in mind that he wanted. First, he took Hess' boots, as he hardly needed it now he was missing his head. Ishmael then moved to take that nice blade he knew Morgan hid up his sleeve. Sneaky bastard. From there, Ishmael moved on to Legionaries he knew less well.

Pushing one of his fellow living Penal Legionaries out of the way, Ishmael squatted beside a strapping-looking lad and searched him.

"Oh nice, a wedding band."

Ishmael pocketed that quickly. From there, he moved on to pockets. There, he found what seemed to be a scrap of paper, no, a picture.

"Family photo? Oh, nice wife. I'll keep that for later!"

Ishmael chuckled a little to himself as he pocketed that and looked for the remains of the Prefect Penatante. He wanted to take a shit on that bastard's body if he found him. Man made my life a living hell, deserves everything he gets and more.

Ishmael did not find the Prefect Penatante but instead found the shattered remains of the Tau Stealthsuits. He would loot them as well, but he was unsure if the xeno corpse might give him some disease. Looking closer at the now seemingly frail creatures underneath the armor, Ishmael laughed a little.

"I've seen kids put up a better fight than those ghosts. Fought longer too."