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Baltar Iskaron


Sleep continued to elude him, much to his chagrin. Tomorrow was going to be another day filled with endless drills and Baltar Iskaron would rather face it after a night's rest, at least one. Emperor above, he hadn't managed a decent night's sleep in weeks. Every day was filled with mind numbing, exhaustive drills while his nights were spent half awake, tossing and turning in his bunk, surrounded by more people than he had ever seen during his life in the sands, inside a ship that was largest than the most populous market city he had ever visited before going to the Hive. Which by itself was an entirely different beast. Not that he had had much time to gawk at that incomprehensible titan of steel.

Guarding caravans through well trodden desert routes, as it turned out, did not prepare him for the life of a Guardsmen. But that was only one of the many prejudices and misconceptions that Baltar had been forced to abandon ever since that fateful day in which his father told him to go out into the world and make a name for himself.

Perhaps, in time, this torrent of disjointed thoughts and ideas would settle and Baltar's mind would allow him to settle down for a night of proper sleep. He needed it, needed it more than ever. Soon the regiment would be disembarking on the front, or so he had been told. And then, Emperor above, the desert was a deadly mistress to the unaware, the tired, the distracted. Baltar could only imagine what an actual warzone would be. And his mind was very fertile. He certainly wasn't counting on the privilege of having a sure bed and uninterrupted sleeping time when they were thrown into real combat.

At least then, Baltar would see the sun again. Not the Sun he had grown up with and learned both to revere and respect as a manifestation of the Emperor's unmatched power, but a sun nonetheless. Certainly just as mighty and divine as the one back home...

Which he would never see again. Holy Emperor, he was never going back to Vosmarth, was he? Never see his family again either. If only he had taken up Haddad's offer. It was the safe route, work under the Trade Master. Learn from the best, his kin in all but blood. But no, Baltar had decided to go to the Hive first. Oh, he surely would've visited if he had taken up the offer. Eventually, if sparingly.

But Baltar wanted to do more! To serve the Emperor. To see places beyond the Desert, new worlds beyond Vosmarth. Problem is, Baltar hadn't really considered the full consequences of his actions.

"Like all stupid youths." His father's voice rang clear inside his head. "But you gave your word, you made an oath to the Emperor himself. And by Him on Terra, you will see it through or die trying!"
I apologize for the delay in posting, will have my intro ready by tomorrow
Name: Baltar Iskaron
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Former Profession: Caravan Guard
Rank: Private
Specialisation: Rifleman
@Jbcool I'd enjoy the Vox Operator role if that's alright with @Drunken Conquistador, otherwise I'll go with a dog soldier for the time being.


Nah, it's alright. I can be the cannon fodder :p
I would be up for part of the heavy weapons team or vox operator.
I'm up for it
on second thought, I lack the time for this, sorry
Gabriel made one last sweep over the battlefield, upon confirming that all the attackers had been dealt with by the party -and what party! If only he had people like these during his days as the Thorn Captain- the former mercenary Captain consciously released his hold over the Sybarite Eagle, which then promptly descended to feast on the slain, and put away his bow. Making his way back down from his vantage point and into the ruined courtyard where Megathocles had obediently waited during the entire skirmish.

The warhorse didn't need any prompt, mental or otherwise, to come to his master when he heard his descent. Though Gabriel could feel the slight frustration through their bond. Megathocles had been brought when Gabriel had been made Thorn Captain. That meant; for the most part, good food and privileged attention from stableboys and the company's veterinarians. Gabriel himself wasn't ignorant when it came to taking care of his horse, but it had been a long time ever since he last had to actually bother himself with the gritty details of the act. It would be a learning experience for both of them.

"We must leave at once." Agabyzus warned as Gabriel spurred his horse out of the ruins and into the decayed streets.

"No need to tell me that. But we can't rush out without a plan, there could be more waiting for us at the city's approaches."

"Then come up with a plan. Act like the Captain you are and bring our fellow Legionnaires to safety."

"We need scouts, fast and light. Alessandra can help but not only her. Information too, we need to drain what we can from the prisoners without wasting time."

"It's a start..." Agabyzus conceded, remaining silent for the rest of the short trip.

Gabriel eventually reached his fellow Legionnaires, no doubt already aware of his arrival by the thundering of his horse's hooves. Bringing his horse to a sudden stop, he called out to the others:

"We have been compromised! Make ready to break camp and move soon! Loot the bodies and make sure to eat something. It's going to be a long trip!"

With that he turned to his nearest companion, the priest-"Salvio"- and asked, ignoring the growing taste of blood and guts in his mouth, seeping through his bond due to the proximity to Alessandra feasting on a particular carcass.

"Salvio, my good man, have we captured any of them alive? Do we know anything about these attackers?"
@Sierra

Still here.
Gabriel Digani


It was a testament of how tired Gabriel still felt that he fell asleep so fast in a place such as Silverwick while still surrounded by complete strangers. For all that they were fellow Chosen, he was still far from trusting them that far. At least with most mercenaries could be relied upon as long as you paid them. Or in his particular case, stayed around him long enough to have their will influenced by him.

"I have always sought to foster caution into you. And I see that I have succeeded. But now there's not turning back now. You all will have to learn to work together. In the beginning at least, I do realize some of our goals may not align in the future but we can't afford to worry about the future before securing the present."

Gabriel didn't bother arguing. Stretching the last remnants of sleep away as he left his consciousness roam outwards to locate Agathocles and Alessandra, taking care to ignore the whirling thoughts of his fellow Chosen. Or any other human minds for that matter. It was quick, after trotting away from the campfire last night, Agathocles had taken shelter beneath a sturdy half-ruined

Wait. Other humans?

"We've been discovered! Hurry to your arms.".

All around them, realization dawned upon the other Chosen as the enemy approached. To Gabriel's experienced ears, the sound of rushing horsemen was unmistakable. And so he ran, even as others shouted orders and hurried to stand their ground, Gabriel sped towards his horse slightly deeper in the ruins even as he also saw the incoming enemy from the eyes of Alessandra, now properly awakened and circling the ruins.

Gabriel jumped into the ruined courtyard of the ruined mansion his horse had spent the night, ordering it to come to him as he did so. A plan already forming in his mind as he took his longbow and quiver from its place in the saddle bags and half ran through the debris strewn ground, hopping half crumbled stairs to the upper levels of the mansion. Once he reached the rooftops, the former Torn Captain took a second to watch the battlefield from his vantage point, both through his own eyes and through that of his pet eagle.

"Call upon the winds, we can snipe them one by one from here."

He felt the sudden surge of power flowing through him as a response. His first target was the melee around the lone woman, he didn't recall introductions and at this point it didn't matter. Drawing his bow with speed and efficiency born out of years of practice and using his powers to boost him aim, he loosed an arrow that hit deep into the neck of one of the soldiers at the back, waiting for a chance to join the lopsided duel. By the time the footman fell to the ground, Gabriel had already nocked another missile, this one planting itself at the back of a knee as Alessandra swooped down directly into the fight to peck at the eyes of a man that was trying to sneak upon the lone warrior.
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