Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30059998-20181105005325

The Templar's rage towards the Orks had died down when the fighting had ended, but his fury towards the Death Spectre's untimely arrival had not. Hearing Tyberion speak to his captain dismissively only fueled the fires of his fury even further. Volprecht fought to rein in his emotions, but lost in the end. He drew his bolt pistol and took aim at the Death Spectre's centre of mass, specifically towards his jump pack, uncaring if his own teammates drew their weapons on him. Something about this marine made his instincts flare dangerously.

"Captain, how certain are we about his story? All of this seems too convenient. A planet under a civil war is invaded by Orks and a lone Space Marine with a presumed Death Oath just happens to be planetside in the thick of the fighting, searching for the one who wronged him. A Space Marine, who claims his records have been erased from his Chapter's history. Forgive me for being cautious, but I am not easily convinced by his tale. For all I know, this is a very carefully woven story by an Alpha Legionnaire seeking to infiltrate Deathwatch. So I shall ask you one question Son of Corax. Why did you aid us when you could have cast a blind eye to our plight to fulfill your Death Oath?"