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In the depths of the Hive there is always work, gangs vs gangs, nobility trying to cause a scandal. You just have to find the right person. Marben was one of those people, a dishonoured military man but with some skills to get tasks done. For the past 3 years Marben has made a name for himself ‘The Dusk Killer’ more of a trophy name thanks to certain jobs.

Several tiers below the hive where the sun doesn’t even reach the slums are always covered in damp slurry and the air almost has the taste of rust thanks to the ageing equipment and lack of mechanicus maintenance. Within one of the millions of alleyways is a small watering hole, the smell of unsanctioned brews being concocted. 
“It's definitely him, look at the picture” two men were coercing with one holding a partially torn poster; Wanted dead or alive, extremely dangerous by order of the Planetary Arbiters. The poster had a poorly drawn close up of a male with long brown hair, crooked nose and a scar running from the centre of the lower lip past his chin and curled towards the neck. The poster also gave a description of a Male with average height and average build, commonly seen wearing a long leather coat and black undergarments. 
The second man took a look at the poster before looking across the rundown ‘bar’ to a table where a single male sat. He was smoking, as he took a drag his head lifted and the dull shine of the indoor light cast a shadow of a scar on the lower face.


The two men continued to bicker as the single man calmly sat and smoked. 
It seemed the men came into agreement, nodding together before standing up one blocking the door and the other approaching the table “We know who you are, now whats it going to take for us not to kill you?” said the hulking man, his hands clenched.
“This” The man replied before a laspistol blasted from beside the table colliding with chest leaving a gaping hole, the clothes crisped up beside the cauterised flesh as the corpse dropped to the floor. The second man, shocked, decided to run than fight screaming in the streets for some sort of law enforcement. Marben stood up unquivered by what happened, was it the tranq liquor? Unlikely, his callousness and lust for death were more of a role to play. 
As an acting guardsmen his fear was stripped from him as was his morality and care for most beings. Marben became cold, almost a psychopath with little regard for the what's and whys of his orders; the only satisfaction was the killing. He began to crave more and swifter deaths as if he became blind drunk and whatever was in front of him was the target. Unfortunately these ‘tendencies’ were not appreciated by his fellow comrades which has led him towards this new path.