Through the darkness, dubbed 'space', a comet-like object flew, directly at the Bloodwrath. The object, revealing to be a drop pod flying at 12,000 kilometers per hour, crashed into the Bloodwrath's outer hull, the metal, flesh, and bone being torn apart by the falling star. The drop pod crashes through the ship, eventually coming to a stop in a large, dark room, blood painting the walls; dead... things decorating the ground. The pod opens up with a hiss, revealing at least ten Astartes Space Marines. Black Templars, to be exact. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ All but one of the Blank Templars had left the room, the remaining one laying on the bloody floor, his weight having crushed the yellow, weak bones of a skeleton, long since forgotten. He awoke with an alerted groan, quickly pushing himself off the ground, and onto his armoured feet. He threw a cautious look around the dark room, quickly spotting his Bolter and Chainsword. What had happened to get them there, and him on the other side of the room? He quickly rushed over to his gear, snatching it off the ground; his Bolter, loaded with explosive bolts, in his right hand, and his Chainsword clenched in his left. He slowly looked around the room, the red visor of his helmet illuminating him slightly. And then, he set off, slowly walking into one of the hallway, his heavy footsteps slowly disappearing into the distance. [spoiler]Open. Yes, I know, short post. I'm tired, I lack creativity, and I'm suffering from writer's block. So shut up. [/spoiler]