[b][i]Even in Death[/i][/b]
[i]We're comin' for you
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[b]The Bloodwrath, Unknown Sector[/b]
[i]Fire. A cold numbness to it as he appeared in the corridor of the tainted and vile warship. He could physically feel himself, and yet it were as if he was ethereal. His return after death had been at a cost, he was now a. force of vengeance. A soldier who had once killed to intimidate now killed to avenge those who faced wrongful blame and scorn. Was this really living? Was he even alive? It didn't truly matter, and it wasn't worth the headache. The Saudis couldn't kill him all those years ago in the desert. The Delta team sent after him during the Third World War couldn't kill him. And even when the CIA authorized and carried out his execution, they couldn't kill him. He had returned, yet again. Of course, appearances had changed. His armor was no longer black, rather, it was an eternal void, pulsating with energy, occasionally crossed by the souls of those damned for all eternity. His weapons no longer were of the material world, steel and plastics replaced with fire and brimstone. He no longer needed technology, for it was now all a matter of ability. He felt no pain, no emotion, no fear; yet, he retained the appearance of being in his old exosuit. The mask that had become known and feared was no more, and a new one took its place. The dark void remained, but where there had once been a brilliant white, there was all-consuming fire. The cloak that he had once worn for his fallen comrades was now a cloak of flame. He stood and took in his hellish surroundings, sensing the power that ran through the ship, an evil more potent than any he had known. It piqued his will to hunt, and there was plenty of prey, all confined to the ship. Some of them had to pay for the actions of days past, and he was to play judge, jury, and executioner. Even in death, General Cody "Blackjack" Wolfe was a hunter. The Betrayed Soldier had returned, at the cost of his soul. [/i]
[spoiler]He's back, and he's pissed.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't think anyone is going to cross him [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm genuinely kinda nervous about my Chaos Lord now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Shit then I'm doing my job.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't know whether he's going to massacre everyone, or just hunt the insane people/chaos warriors onboard. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You'll just have to wait and see. *Cue evil laugh*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well shit. [/spoiler]
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[b][i]From the corner of your eye, you see a splash of blood painted in the form of a man. It moved.[/i][/b]
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[i]The hell he had spent the past seven years in was no different from this place; ethereal, haunting, evil. Yet, he felt none of it. Even a weapon of vengeful fury, he felt only the cold abyss. This man of blood was not unusual, but he noticed it nonetheless. [/i]
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[b][i]The hall ahead of you leads to a vast dome structure along the dorsal fin of the ship. The dome is some sort of greenhouse area with it's own microclimate and a nearly 360% view of space. Ahead of you, hundreds of exotic trees and plant life grow up into the top of the dome - although it is obscured by thick clouds above. You feel moisture accumulating in the greenhouse. You see something moving up in the fog. It reminds you of someone...[/i][/b]
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[i]There was no feeling, no humanity left in him. He observed his environment, making note of all aspect useful to him. As he walked towards the smoke, he stared ahead at it unflinchingly. [/i]