[b]Waiting Always Waiting A man stood on the dreadnaught, staring through the visor that was his eyes Holding the gun that was his extension His ghost had been worried, but he had put it off As he moved forward, there was nothing behind him, there was nothing but the dead The cabal, with their tactics and loyalty, unto death They had fulfilled their oath, their bodies decaying The hive, with their rituals and undeath, even as to hide their deaths within themselves They had not hidden them well enough Their bodies dissolving into ash The man walked forward, and into the deepest darkest roots of this place of evil[/b] ((Open))