Nathan pulled himself out of the bunker where he had been fighting, the man was covered in sweat and blood - was it blood? His faced bruised and bloody as he spit out something reminiscent of blood. He limped forward towards where everyone was forming up, his eyes were pulsing it hurt to even have his eyes open. It's just the way it was, you survive death but the feeling of wanting to die just came back. Nathan knew it wasn't his time yet so he continued to push forward, his legs dragging themselves as he made progress towards the group - his squad. Out of the corner of his eye he stopped and looked towards someone from his squad. They were getting fucked up by a group of Arbites - absolutely fucking TWISTED.

A shame, this life isn't for everybody. It's only for the chosen and the faithful - just like Nathan. A warm embrace fell over him, it was the Emperor for sure. His life did have meaning, it just needed to be expressed in some way - that way would be on the battlefield. Now that he was in line, he felt like a veteran among the proven. Yet most of the people he saw before survived, the mute, the sergeant or something. Who they were was irrelevant, Nathan was who what mattered - and the emperor. Looking up to this high rank, he squinted as his words fell deafly upon his blessed ear drums.

Something about a leader - Octavia the mute. Maybe she was the leader, Nathan wasen't one to care who led him because the real leader would be the Emperor in his heart. He spoke up [i]"I'm the second in command aswell.. The Emperor had me see to our survival along with the mute's."[/i] He said a gross smile crawling over his face, like it always does.