++ Deathwatch Campaign: Head Hunted ++
+ KILL TEAM: HELLEBORE OPERATIONAL STATUS - AWAITING APPROVAL +
+ Thought for the Day: Stay not the Slaying Hand. It forgives the Impious. +
The Commander rubbed his head, gently pinching the widest branch of his Shio'he as Ashanti'Sera'Vesa had instructed. The pain did not disperse, the light that blinded him became stronger in fact, punching through eyes still groggy from sleep and the unwise decision to go gulp-for-gulp with El Rag'lan'Sho in the game of se'hen che lel-Ky'husa.
The alcoholic spirit, downed in rapid-fire sequence from the crystal glasses was meant as a celebration of the latest victory in Sector 13. Such drinking festivities were rare on the planet the Gue'la called Baraban. A shadow penetrated the blinding light, falling across him and momentarily taking the sting out of his headache. He recognised the silhouette of one of his bodyguards, whose charge was to stand outside his door when he rested or was indisposed. On a T'au world, this would not be needed, but Baraban was not so civilised.
He wondered why anyone would want the soulless place.
"Shas'O? Are you in the land of the living?" the relentless shadow demanded.
"Leave me be Tan'bhet, it is three in the morning," he grunted. His tormentor did not depart. He sighed against fate. "What is it?"
His mouth felt like the floor of a Jarratwit cave.
"Trouble. The Gue'Vesa'El has informed us of a new threat."
"By the Tau'va, do they never learn?" he pulled himself from bed, although no more than a camp-cot, he was blessed.
Many of his Fire Warriors were out there, this very night, under the stars, praying for the dawn to come and stop whatever villainy was to be visited upon them. Only the Kroot and Vespid cared not. Canivores were well fed and probably felt at home. Soon the eruptions of the Grey Mountains would begin and clog the morning with thick ash not even a Battlesuit could penetrate.
"Another useless hurl of Gue'la flesh against a wall of Kroot spears?" The acid in his tone matched that in his gut.
"No, Honoured One. The Black Ones of the Gue'ron'sha," Tan'bhet's voice was a coffin lid closing.
Shas'O Tu'uan Mal'Caor Sa'Cea Kais, seconded to the Viorla Coalition on Baraban reeled to his feet, gripping his comm-link. He shook the lethargy from his shoulders in a heartbeat, becoming his namesake as his voice hardened.
"This is Iron Spider to all commands," he took a steadying breath, "Threat level Mont'yr, repeat, threat level Mont'yr. All commanders to my control centre!"
The Sable-clad Space Marines were coming.
Tau'va help them all.
++ INCOMING ORDERS ++
Welcome to the In-Character thread for Kill Team Operation: Head Hunted!
As described here in the OOC thread, this campaign is scheduled (with favourable wind) to start soon. It is not yet officially underway however, and when we begin it will start In Media Res. That's fancy talk for dropping you into the deep end of the Grey Hell. In order to get a little bit of flavour before that happens, and to exercise your writing skills, maybe to even start exploring the characters you have so lovingly crafted, this would be a good opportunity to post something of your life before the Deathwatch, leading up to your induction.
Think about your characters motivations, why they have been chosen or forced to answer the summons and abide by the ancient Oaths, what they may think of it, where they currently are - perhaps they have a moment of meditation, perhaps they are called up on a battlefield - for the life of a Space Marine is rarely rest. Perhaps you could describe your journey to Watch Fortress Erioch, be inspired or suffer foreboding at the scale of the operations here (WF Erioch is massive, a star-fortress of epic scales, with Strike Cruisers and shuttles ceaselessly going to and from the docks). Perhaps you even came through the Well Of Night, the giant Alien warp gate that vomits out a lot of the Crusade forces supplies and reinforcemnts, and wonder at the Xenos technology therein.
Either way, you didn't just come from nowhere and you're all going somewhere.
Please don't post anything involving the other characters just yet. You are all separate at the moment and once pulled together will have a good chance to make remarks to and about one another.
Make thine Peace before embarking, ahead there be dragons.
- Inscription on the port bow of Deathwatch Strike Vessel Kerberos.