Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30715799-20180805233700

Marius grunted in agreement to Kellen. As they entered the armory he picked up a bolter, breathing a prayer to its spirit in triplicate. A habit he had acquired working along side his Company's tech-marine. Once he had the weapon in hand, and was satisfied that he'd placated its spirit, he took up the allotted ammunition.

Then he set about squaring away his kit for their engagement against the Orks. More ammunition, first and foremost, a handful of kraks for the biggest amongst them or those piles of mobile debris, and finally a chain-axe. He ran a gauntleted finger over the side of the blades, taking care not to scratch his armor. Holding the weapon in his hands for a few moments, he breathed a silent prayer to the Emperor that they might all make it through the mission. That their skill and strength be enough to do what need be done, in His name.