[b]"Brother,"[/b] voiced Udan over the vox, as the two marines in midnight clad took one of the four paths at the juncture. [b]"[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79959-whispers-in-the-dark-wh40k-chaos-space-marine-rp/char#post-2603517]Sorthraal[/url], I have news."[/b] [b]"Speak."[/b] [b]"I have found the mangled body of a Legionary at deck eighteen, near the tertiary apothecarion. Almost neatly cut in half crosswise by a power weapon."[/b] [b]"[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79959-whispers-in-the-dark-wh40k-chaos-space-marine-rp/char#post-2614251]Lentus[/url] again,"[/b] Sorthraal grunted in realization. [b]"He has gotten worse."[/b] [b]"Would be fine if he didn't have a gods-damned power weapon,"[/b] thought Malgadon aloud. [b]"Worry not. It was merely Xextus, one of our targets. The apothecary is harvesting his gene-seed as we speak,"[/b] Udan continued. [b]"Where are you?"[/b] voiced Sorthraal. [b]"Deck nineteen now. I shall be at the bridge in ten minutes. I will see you there, brother,"[/b] intoned the distant marine, and then the vox-link clicked closed. The duo went for three minutes in silence till they happened upon another Legionary. Staring through the thin, knightly eye lenses of his Mark III war plate, Bas raised his chin in greeting, although he didn't say a word. As was common practice across the VIII Legion, the skulls of his foes hung across his armor, and the striking forms of forked lightning were painted in stark-white contrast to his blue ceramite. At his hip lay idle his bolter, but in his occasionally clenching fist was a whirring chain-axe. [b]"Hail, Bas,"[/b] said Malgadon, as his brother joined him and Sorthraal in their steps. [b]"Have you seen Vorax, by any chance?"[/b] The reply was a simple [b]"No."[/b] It was a rumble, almost a growl, that was given a tinny vibrato through vox distortion. Bas did not say anything more, but that was normal. [b]"I see,"[/b] said the havoc, wondering why ever he thought his bloodthirsty brother would make for good conversation.