Kalgard
This place was intolerable. A wretched, rusting, putrid hulk of gathering dust and grime. How could the humans stand to live like this? He supposed it was only natural, insects craved the dark and dank, after all. Yet even then he found the words did not do this vile place justice. Since stealing his way into the hive city Kalgard had descended into a claustrophobic den of scuttling creatures that haunted the dark like shivering, hunched, half-living vermin. Both the actual vermin and the humans who clung desperately to their meaningless existences that would decry them the blessing of even seeing the sun. To live their whole lives in those hellish lower levels... it baffled Kalgard that they didn't simply slit their own throats to relieve the suffering that was their life and embrace the oblivion that awaited their kind.
His world had become so muted since entering the human territories. Gone were the days of wandering through verdant maiden forests, so full of life and bathed in the rays of a thousand sister suns. No more could he run through the crisp night air and bask in the moonlight bright or a blanket of stars. Now Kalgard's days were full of faded browns, sickly greys and the stifled toxic air that followed humanity wherever it trod. These creatures were incapable of creating art or beauty, they defiled whatever they touched, as if their very presence were an infection upon the galaxy. Still, Kalgard knew that this path would have its share of sacrifices. He would endure, for the craftworld and those he had left behind. Compared to the plight of his people his discomfort was meaningless. Such thoughts would hold him strong over the coming years.
Kalgard was stood in the small chamber that would serve as his quarters for the voyage. A more positive person might have called it cozy. All Kalgard saw was every way in which it was inferior to the homes of the craftworld. There were many! But enough moping. He had hidden away his personal effects to keep them safe from thieving human hands and now it was safe to explore the ship more and gain a better understanding for his new environment. He imagined it would not do to be seen stalking the halls carrying a longrifle and chain sword. And so Kalgard left his quarters behind to go exploring.
Ugh, this ship never stopped creaking and moaning. The idle crewmen gawped at him gormlessly or jumped in surprise of his presence as Kalgard strode past them, his footsteps silent as the grave. Such jumpy creatures, at least he could find some amusement in spooking them if he became bored.
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Straud
"Excuse me. Pardon me." Eva called out as she struggled her way through the crowd. The crowded streets were all bustling with people buying and selling their wares.
It was all very disorganised and chaotic, clearly mandatory service wasn't in place here or these people would have handled themselves in a much more disciplined manner. 'Easy now, Eva, every planet has its own way of doing things, remember.'
She was feeling more than a little grumpy today. Trying to make her way through a hive city with everything she owned resting on her back was proving to be more of a challenge than Eva had anticipated. She'd been jostled senseless by the crowds and bothered by pickpockets that should have known better. For goodness sake, you could see the military tattoos on her arms!
Eventually Eva arrived at the recruitment centre only to find an even thicker crowd gathering around the entrance as everyone took a break from their business to take in some commotion. She learned what it was quick enough as the crowd parted to reveal a walking tower of armour and his canine companion that looked to be taller than eva was.
'Oh sweet Terra, an Astartes!'
Eva quickly snapped to attention, letting all her luggage fall to the ground with a thunk and a clunk. She gave a prim and proper salute as the rough looking Astartes walked by. "Sir!" She barked. "M-my lord!" Eva corrected herself stuttering. 'Don't stare, Eva, for Cadia's sake! They probably hate that.'
This place was intolerable. A wretched, rusting, putrid hulk of gathering dust and grime. How could the humans stand to live like this? He supposed it was only natural, insects craved the dark and dank, after all. Yet even then he found the words did not do this vile place justice. Since stealing his way into the hive city Kalgard had descended into a claustrophobic den of scuttling creatures that haunted the dark like shivering, hunched, half-living vermin. Both the actual vermin and the humans who clung desperately to their meaningless existences that would decry them the blessing of even seeing the sun. To live their whole lives in those hellish lower levels... it baffled Kalgard that they didn't simply slit their own throats to relieve the suffering that was their life and embrace the oblivion that awaited their kind.
His world had become so muted since entering the human territories. Gone were the days of wandering through verdant maiden forests, so full of life and bathed in the rays of a thousand sister suns. No more could he run through the crisp night air and bask in the moonlight bright or a blanket of stars. Now Kalgard's days were full of faded browns, sickly greys and the stifled toxic air that followed humanity wherever it trod. These creatures were incapable of creating art or beauty, they defiled whatever they touched, as if their very presence were an infection upon the galaxy. Still, Kalgard knew that this path would have its share of sacrifices. He would endure, for the craftworld and those he had left behind. Compared to the plight of his people his discomfort was meaningless. Such thoughts would hold him strong over the coming years.
Kalgard was stood in the small chamber that would serve as his quarters for the voyage. A more positive person might have called it cozy. All Kalgard saw was every way in which it was inferior to the homes of the craftworld. There were many! But enough moping. He had hidden away his personal effects to keep them safe from thieving human hands and now it was safe to explore the ship more and gain a better understanding for his new environment. He imagined it would not do to be seen stalking the halls carrying a longrifle and chain sword. And so Kalgard left his quarters behind to go exploring.
Ugh, this ship never stopped creaking and moaning. The idle crewmen gawped at him gormlessly or jumped in surprise of his presence as Kalgard strode past them, his footsteps silent as the grave. Such jumpy creatures, at least he could find some amusement in spooking them if he became bored.
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Straud
"Excuse me. Pardon me." Eva called out as she struggled her way through the crowd. The crowded streets were all bustling with people buying and selling their wares.
It was all very disorganised and chaotic, clearly mandatory service wasn't in place here or these people would have handled themselves in a much more disciplined manner. 'Easy now, Eva, every planet has its own way of doing things, remember.'
She was feeling more than a little grumpy today. Trying to make her way through a hive city with everything she owned resting on her back was proving to be more of a challenge than Eva had anticipated. She'd been jostled senseless by the crowds and bothered by pickpockets that should have known better. For goodness sake, you could see the military tattoos on her arms!
Eventually Eva arrived at the recruitment centre only to find an even thicker crowd gathering around the entrance as everyone took a break from their business to take in some commotion. She learned what it was quick enough as the crowd parted to reveal a walking tower of armour and his canine companion that looked to be taller than eva was.
'Oh sweet Terra, an Astartes!'
Eva quickly snapped to attention, letting all her luggage fall to the ground with a thunk and a clunk. She gave a prim and proper salute as the rough looking Astartes walked by. "Sir!" She barked. "M-my lord!" Eva corrected herself stuttering. 'Don't stare, Eva, for Cadia's sake! They probably hate that.'
