Vulga Remmington 

Location: Unknown, Switzerland 

Vulga was now facing the dead end of the Dark Angels' guns, just as he expected. He then put away his arms and put his hands in the air, as to seem compliant. In reality, Vulga did not fear these space marines at all, knowing they would be child's play to dispatch if he was so inclined to, but he didn't want to incite an international incident and tarnish the name of his lord. So for now, Vulga feigned fear. 

"P-Please! Don't shoot! I am an agent of the Infernum Outer Colonies! I was ordered by my superiors to respond to a distress signal and came as soon as I could! I am only armed for self protection!" Vulga's sight was immediately turned to the wool covered human who had exited a building. "Are you hurt!?" He exclaimed, pretending to care about Martin's well being. "Did these men hurt you!? Are you injured!?" He then turned his attention to the space marines. "Look, I am carrying medical supplies. I can attend to anyone that is wounded. That is why I am here, to make sure everyone was okay and see what is going on. I don't want to start a fight." Everything Vulga said was technically true, which was his favorite type of truth to use to his advantage. 

He would then wait to see what kind of action the space marines would take next. 

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