[b]Marden Alvarark - Ex-Militarum[/b]

Another passing day goes by in the hive, down in the depths Marden has accepted a contract to assist in some territory clearance. Some small fry gang trying to carve a piece out of this particular underground level. Claims of an archeotech buried within the labyrinth of tunnels and passageway through a water reclaim system. Such rumours always increase the bloodshed to an already stained underground. 
With such close quarters Mardens primary was his combat shotgun with a mixture of solid slug and a small liberation of executioner rounds from a fallen enforcer, the metal blackened and the wooden stock worn but thanks to training in good working order. The gang a collection of iron worshippers clad in chains and rusted slag sheets shaped for armour. These ‘Underground Earthshakers’ as they called themselves offer a pretty bounty for help. No prisoners requested just take heads and get a cut of the loot. The enemy part of the water guild trying to conserve, recycle and reclaim moisture from the system and the unfortunates that die down here. 


A plan was set up to converge to the central atrium and go from there, no tactics down here, take a tunnel and follow it. Marden with 2 of the earthshakers made their way through. The tunnel itself is wide enough for a transporter to travel with equipment through, pipes acting like arteries across the ceiling, some bleeding out a form of liquid or waste product onto the floor. As the group made their way through footsteps could be heard on the metal floor ahead causing them to take cover where possible. The steps got louder and multiple voices could be heard. The adrenaline began to kick in, senses began to heighten and his vision sharp. One of the youths sprung out on first sight screaming whilst firing their stub gun, Marden peaked out 2 men and 1 large figure encased in metal and tubes. It was ogryn sized carrying a large container on its back fists clenched. The two men had exoskeletons formed of servo arms and needles for extraction. They began to open fire, the first guildsmen dropping from a hail of fire from all 3 sluming onto the ground. Marden stood his ground whilst the two shakers advanced with their pistols. The second guildsmen sweeped the floor close to the first shaker taking a blow to the shoulder but stabbing with multiple needles causing the shaker to go limp dropping to the floor. The glass vials dotted all over began to fill with fluid not before Marden raised his shotgun loading an executioner round. As the shell left the barrel is curved slightly heading for the chest blowing through the servo arms and splitting the guildsmen in half. The hulking mass was slow to react but began moving forward towards the second shaker. The shaker stopped realising the stupidity of running forwards began backtracking still firing, along with Marden large ricochets off the mass, tubes perforating gases leaking causing the brut to let off a large growl of pain through its helmet. Marden needed time to load another executioner round, his eyes almost glazed over as he fired at the shaker blowing his lower left leg off, a small smirk cracking on his face. The shaker on his back shrieking with pain as the armoured hulk stood over him shadowing him with its mass. He was picked up like a ragdoll before being crushed, the cracking of the ribcage echoing in the tunnel. In this time the round loaded and aimed straight for the helmet. The bruts head blew off in a shower of metal blood and bone crashing to the ground.


At this point Marden slowly moved towards the corpses shrouded by the gases from the large exo suit. Marden forgot his training to cover his face as the gases almost gravitated to him. The narcotics took hold as Marden took to the wall for support and slumped down beside it. His mouth was dry, almost gasping as his eyes rolled back and the visions began. The sight of a mountain range surrounded by a forest. The flashes monochrome and stark continued. Tall obelisks with shadows surrounding them along with what seems like a caretaker or hermit. “Come to me”. It was hours till he came round, waking up in the same spot, the corpses cold and still. His gear stripped along with the rest of the bodies, it mattered not this ‘vision’ meant something. He had to find out.