Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-27084731-20161217133553

Sitting at the farthest side of the lounge, the Silver clad scout marine just sat there all the time, his eyes closed, his bolt pistol mag-locked, his rifle resting at his shoulders, his rebreather covering his face, though he heard everything, he isn't fond of replying, not just yet anyway, to the seniors he is with. He is here on a mission from the Chapter Master himself, an important mission that would make his chapter stronger to fight the undead foe he hates, the corruption of the warp and the mindless slaughter of green aliens and he would accomplish it alone or other wise.

As far as he observed earlier before closing his eyes, one seems to be quite a character while the other may put them to jeopardy, thinking his mission and safety first he opted just to meditate, rest, and wait for their host.