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“I’m sorry for your loss.”

*The old soldier nods solemnly

“My name is Athan. I’m a veteran of one too many wars for an Imperium that has forgotten me.”

*Athan squints and shakes his head in thought

“I was aboard a derelict ship full of other misfits and refugees when, next thing I know I’m standing here.”

*looking at the Marine*

"I'm Sergeant Malik, cannon fodder extraordinaire!"

*Munches quietly*

“A pleasure, Sgt.”

*Athan smiles softly before turning his head toward the door

“So what all lies beyond these walls?”

*looks at the solid box of a room*

Ya know... Not kill to add a window... Or maybe a sofa and TV..

Sister hospitaler Marla, not sure how I ended up here. Last I know I was happily purging xenos trying to rescue my husband..... Again... Again...

So... Anyone got any signals... I'm just getting static?

“Welcome, sister. Depending on the state of things around here, we may yet be able to scrounge up some furnishings.”

Hopefully... Maybe even find some materials to salvage for construction of some extra rooms and defences.

I got a bad feeling about this planet.

Sgt, have any recaf rations over there.. My armour is not big on pockets... Or space in general..

“Defenses sounds like a fine idea. You never know who else might decide to follow us here.”

*Athan starts off to work

"Err... Defenses?"

The Living Saint stares quizzically for a moment before hesitantly nodding her head, apparently caught off-guard by the request after her sudden appearance into the room.

Come to think of it, how the hell did she get in here? She didn't exactly meander in... Weird.

Regardless, she assumes a -vaguely- determined look and begins her answer, "I can, uhh, provide the Holy Blade of Oldassian!"

The aforementioned blade is then lugged out of an immaterial pocket, as if from nowhere, and promptly dropped onto the floor with a loud clang. It's a big, rusty, dull, ancient sword. In fact, it would probably more accurately be described as a weathered metal stick at this point.

The Living Saint deadpan stares at it. It is quite possible that she is the worst incarnation of Living Saint in existence.

*Athan looks from the rusty sword to the saint, and back again.

“Now that’s my kind of blade” *chuckles*

*Athan draws an equally decrepit dagger to match his obsidian knife

“A pleasure to meet you.”

Oh..

*bows head respectfully before confusing hits*

A living Saint. Welcome to wherever we are. Your sisters have not abdonned this place.

Ummm
*draws a short power sword in a greenish metal with runes down it*

Am I only one who looks after there sword?

*To sister Marla* “It would appear so. I’m my case though, it can’t be helped. This is the first time I’ve been in... civilized space for quite some time.”

*Marla seems Suprised as living saints Ment to be more... Different, and a tad scary*

Well last I knew, things where not good.. Terra went dark, communications and warp guidance across the galaxy blipped.

Many events happened but I was isolated, we not known news of wider world in some time.

*sighs climbing up and starts to head out to seach thr for rest edge near the room*

Il see if I can find some dry wood, we may be alone, but we shall not be cold, your safe with us living Saint.

“You two make a fine pair. I’ll leave you to your reunion. For now, I must pray.”

*Athan strips away the tattered plates of his ancient power armor, revealing decrepit rags and tunics. He sits back against a wall as he rolls up his right sleeve to reveal an ornate tattoo, traces over with scar tissue and burn marks.

“Damian. Alexandros. Caín. Augustus...”

*Athan finishes his praying and gazes at his scars before rising again to scan the room.

“Time to find something to eat... and then a way to get back into contact with the Lost Divinity...”

*The Astartes sheaths his blades and departs to go hunting

*Athan returns with local game sling over one shoulder and firewood under the other arm. He proceeds to skin his quarry and kindle a fire.

*sits watching abd looks at the forest wondering why they even put on this planet. *

See anyone out there?
Or anything remotely done by people?

Il even take a ruin... There had to people where there's ruins...

*scans forrest*
Wait... I see somthing... There's somthing out there...

*Athan replies but does not look up from his work

“A few oddly placed stones here and there, but nothing that hasn’t been swallowed up by the jungle.”

*The smell of roasting game fills the room

*Athan chews thoughtfully on his food before offering some to anyone around.

“It’s quiet in here... too quiet.”

*Marla takes some game and hands a second bit to the living saint*

Its good blessed Saint, we need to keep our strengh up.

Thankyou Marine.

*Sighs and watches the forrest edge. Quiet and seemingly peaceful though getting a bad feelinf*

Only that quiet when somthing give it reason to be...
The most dangerous predators are ones who not need to announce arivial.

*Athan stows the remainder of the meat for later and proceeds to clean his bolt rifle.

“I’ll keep watch for a while. I can’t say I like what lies beyond these walls. The birds never sang when I was out...”

*Athan sits against the wall sharpening his favored blades.

“No comms coming through form the ‘Divinity’...”

Someone said Fish?

“Fish? I can’t say I recall... who are you again?”

I have many names mortal

Xeno!

Sentiant birds!

*draws sword*
I saw ernough kroot know that a war party can begin with one!

Kroot? Really? I thougth you Ordo Hereticus lot where a tad more skilled than recognizing heresy, but hey. I Guess the lapdogs of the carrion lord are not to be expected to know about DAEMONS!

*Athan rises and half-heartedly lowers into a combat stance

“What in the name of Holy Terra is going on here...”

“(A bird? An immortal bird? Talking? To me?)”

“Ah. A daemonic bird. Charming.”

*Athan whirls about and draws his bolter. The Lost Astartes fires twice at the avian newcomer.

*shrugs and makes blade light up with lighting arcing down thr blades power fields*

Hey!
Anyway one killer bird... Same as any other... All die missing a few vital organs.

Lap dog... Hey Bird brain!

“I highly doubt insulting the beast will do us any good, inquisitor!”

*Athan’s gun jams after the initial salvo.

“(Gotta clean this damn thing better...)”