Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180206082618

Jarik stood silently, helmet under his arm. He listened impassively to the Ultramarine's speech, not betraying any emotion as he spoke. With his one good eye, he watched, analysing the crowd of Astartes around him. What a sight it was, not since Ullanor had he seen so many Legions gathered in one place. What a battle that was.....and so it would appear another minor Ullanor awaits him and his kin on the planet down below.

He peers down at his helmet's crimson red lenses, seeing his marred face in the reflection. The jagged scar he earned against the greenskins is visible even in the reflection. Running down the left of his face from his forehead to his upper lip, it gives him the appearance of constantly snarling. He still feels odd, wearing his pale green armor of the Sons of Horus. He is proud to bear the title a Son of Horus but in his heart he still feels like a Luna Wolf.

Coming back to the present, Jarik looks back up from his helm. He wondered what his assignment would be on this mission. He assumes that he will be joined with his Sons of Horus squadmates, for it would be quite irregular for a Sergeant of his Legion to be mixed with others. Though, as he peers across the hangar he cannot find any faces he recognizes in the crowd of Astartes around him.

For the love of the Emperor, don't tell me I am fighting without my warriors....leave it up to an Ultramarine to force Legion units to intermix.

Jarik grunts in annoyance at the thought of not fighting with his men, and stands impassively, waiting for whatever warriors he is assigned with to gather to him. For, he is likely to be the commanding officer of squad unless he is honored to fight alongside a Captain.