[quote=@Kuchenlein]

The [i]Bomoh[/i] and the other Whampoan Revitals exchanged wary looks on this otherworldly marine as well...

Only the [i]Bomoh[/i] can hear what he said, yet sadly his English or Common is quite broken.

"[color=yellow]Log? Drop-pod? Wooden trunk? Seeds which rain from sky? Communism? Sentinel?[/color]"
The [i]Bomoh[/i] went into a surprised shock. He gave him a look mixed with confusion and horror, "[color=yellow]Huuuuuuuhhhh... what you said just now...?[/color]"

"[color=yellow]Ahhhh, a space marine which come from cosmos?[/color]"
"[color=yellow]But please forgive, we no can give back gun yours before we check you. Firstly, what Confederate yours?[/color]"
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He scowled. "There were more of us. Captain Krennt, First Lieutenant Jefferson, Sergeant Hrakkel, Corporal Draven, and Private First Class Grell. Where the hell are they...?" Still paying them no mind, he flips open an arm panel and broadcasts a Search and Recovery Call for the solar system he's in. Unfortunately, the pinging radar in his suit had been destroyed and no longer worked, but his suit hadn't alerted him to that yet. He sent it out, looked at the panel for a moment, then sighed. "The Confederacy of Mankind... The biggest empire ever seen by any human, and by the Emperor were there a lot of humans. Lot of other things, too. And protecting it all?" He thumped his breastplate with force enough to punch a hole through a man, but his armor accepts it without a scratch. "The Marines. The most badass motherfuckers you have EVER seen." He chuckled, but then sighed sadly, his shoulders slumping. "All the badassery in the universe didn't save us. We spanned a million million worlds, fought a million million battles, and exterminated thousands upon thousands of alien races." Despite how horrific it may seem to the people listening, his voice reflects how proud he is of it. "Nothing could stop us. Nothing until my unit encountered the Hungering Devourer. We stood not a half a chance." He shakes his head slowly, sighing. "Men died left and right. We didn't know what hit us. World after world went dark, then the Confederacy fell. I was posted on Grannab Four, the Final Stop, as we Marines learned to call it. The Warp Gates went dark after a while. Planet after planet fell, but we kept fighting. First we held them in space, then our ships came crashing down. We fought them with artillery and bombardments, but they learned to dig. We fought them bullet and grenade, tooth and claw, because us Marines? We're too dumb to die. We were gonna pay them back for every. Fucking. Death." By now, his anger, his pure [i]rage[/i] was clearly visible to the people nearby. His voice was loud enough for even those outside of the tent to hear him. Suddenly, he slumped over and collapsed. An automatic voice rang out. "Blood pressure dangerously high. Blood pressure dangerously high. Blood pressure dangerously high. Activating suit A.I. to complete mission Eleven Bravo Nine Nine Two Four." The suit stood up, but it was stiff and jerky, but effective. It looked at its surroundings slowly.