Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170511230727/@comment-26383377-20170520192110

"Move aside, you incoherent brutes!" A raspy, vox-augmented voice angrily rambled from behind the gathering crowd of Renegades. A robed figure managed to shove himself to the front of the crowd. "Out of my way, move!" He finally reached the front of the crowd, looking at what the Space marines offered.

The violent rambler appeared to be a Heretek Magos. He stood proudly in front of the intimidating group of space marines, his hands on his hips. His Mechadendrites slowly floated about, as if slowly observing the situation. A rather well-maintained servo skull hovered about him, it's lifeless husk gently floating about. The Heretek stepped forward, his entirely cybernetic feet making audible clanks as they impacted the floor. He groaned in disappointment. "This is quite... underwhelming, my fellow astartes." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Do you have any living, useful test subjects? You know... The ones that I constantly request of you to bring back after your meaningless slaughterfests!?"