Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20190918182014

Dion shakes his head, trying to resume his natural senses. He peaks from his cover and finds no xenos in the vicinity, except for their corpses. He casually gets up and observes the devistated throne room. He holsters his gelt gun as the astartes fall under his gaze. He is amazed. He has only read or heard about the Angels of Death. He feared that one day he might find himself fighting on the wrong side, fighting against the Space Marines. But today Dion was most fortunate.

He slowly walked towards the Space Marine he assumed was in command, stopped a few paces away from him and took a knee. His gaze fell to the ground, he did not desire to anger the angel of death by starring at him.

He looked aside at the Magos. "How could he not show the honour that was the Space Marine's due?" - He thought. He then remembered all the dealings his gang had with the reclaimators. Those tech-priests could only care for tech-gear and other scraps. This one was no different.