Azus Dracates loomed over the other heretics that were waiting for the inevitable collision. The lone Alpha Legionnaire, shrouded by his chameleon cloak that fitted surprisingly well around the armored frame of the Traitor Marine, shaded him from view, if the other heretics that were waiting within this section cared to even look. They didn't, some already brandishing blades and guns, eager for bloodshed, others were more interested in the loot and glory to be had in taking the Imperial vessel from its fool captain. Dracates, however, never spoke of his reasons for joining this warband, for he did not join for the spoils of war, not the ones sought by others aboard this ship, nor did he seek vengeance and bloodshed against the Imperial dogs that operated the ship they were engaged in warfare with now. No, his reasons were solely his own, and no matter where he ended up, he seemed to always be in a position to further such things. And the reason for that, he also kept to himself as well, he was rather good at keeping most things to himself.

The shudder that ran through the ship, along with tearing noises and the protests of machinery and metal around them announced their arrival at their final destination. Dracates was wearing his helmet, which concealed any expression he might have made at the choice of tactics. He was no space navigator or tactician, though his few words with the heretics around him warned them against the Imperial armsmen that would be no doubt awaiting their assault. They went about their final preparations as the nearest breach over to the Imperial vessel was broadcasted to them, and the Alpha Legionnaire hefted his Autocannon, a M34 model that was rather well known and recognizable amongst those with any real military experience within their short lifespans. He utilized his stealthy, hidden approach to warfare to get into position, and the autocannon did the rest, more than once he turned a position into mincemeat from a well placed barrage of Autocannon shells. But, for now, such thoughts were banished, it was time for war.

The heretics ran towards the nearest way into the Imperial vessel, Azus Dracates utilizing his greater size to merely stride after them, loading the autocannon fully and now was ready to introduce these Armsmen of the [i]Relentless[/i] to the lethal efficiency that was the Alpha Legion. The heretics poured into the breach in front of him, and with a stride, boarded the Imperial vessel, scanning and, should they have manifested, raise his autocannon towards the nearest hostiles aboard the ship to send them to their Corpse God, or to the hungry Gods of Chaos, should they lay claim to these poor fools souls first, since, after all, such things were commonplace, to those that knew of such things. But, to the immediate. He had boarded the Imperial vessel and was wary and ready to engage anyone who attempted to repel the Alpha Legionnaire, to their foolish deaths.