Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-1536954-20180326060545

Zhevordus was a marine of clear and straightforward logic. He had known service as an Ordnance Brother for almost ninety years, having been discharged from service with the Iron Scorpions chapter to serve the Deathwatch in the wake the successful campaign in the Oshho System, where he spent much of his time as fire support for his fellow Iron Brothers on the front line, punching holes in countless Ork war vehicles. When the opportunity presented itself to select his wargear on this new and strange mission, he moved directly to what was most familiar.

A Deathwatch Grav-Gun caught his attention out from the corner of his eye. Without a second thought, he lifted it off from where it hung, clasping a firm hand securely around its handle as a ship-bound Armourium Cherub quietly connected its power chord to his back-mounted generator. A fuzzy line of text appeared in his heads-up display notifying him of a harmonious linking of the machine spirits of his power armour and weapon of choice. He felt ready for war.