Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170610094014

Mycos pulled himself from the wreckage of his spacecraft, into the crater littered with corpses. The rot and rust of the Charnel Tomb made assessing the damage difficult, as did the fine mist of ash and charred body parts, but Mycos knew in an instant as his ceramite boots crunched to the world's surface that it would be needing some serious repairs.

His warplate's systems immediately tracked several targets recovering from the impact of his ship's crash. Glowing blobs of fever-red heat slowly crawling from the cold rubble. The parasites within the Astartes' mutated form hissed hungrily. Without hesitation, Mycos pulled forth his boltgun, assuming a defensive stance behind the cover of his wrecked ship. He still had not determined friend from foe.