Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-26664320-20150811175911

Warboss75 wrote: The darkbringer took point as the group entered the room, cultists flanked him on either side making sure one eye was placed firmly on the captive. As they moved into the chamber the large metal door sealed, and all that illuminated the room was a lantern that burned with green fire.

It was then that they moved the guardian towards the wall where he was strapped to it by five separate mag locks. Two at the arms, two at the legs, and one around his abdomen. But, finally a neural suppressor collar was added to his neck personally by the dark one himself.

As he attached the collar the dark one spoke, "A relic of golden age technology," he continued. "It scrambles your neural pathways blocking any and all movement." And as the collar was finished being attached to the Titan's neck the dark one laughed and simply said.

"Let us begin." - Flint, and Lucky hadn't been sitting for more than ten minutes in the mess hall when they heard and eruption coming from the hangar. Lucky hadn't even finished eating his bowl of fruit loops when he heard he heard the ship's fire alarm begin to ring.

Meanwhile in the hangar a fire had blown ablaze consuming crates, and a few unlucky cultists. Several cultists had already begun to repel the lone unidentified boarder, bullets tore through the smoke as hand cannons and auto rifles unloaded their magazines at the intruder. (I didn't write in any of my cultists running up to inspect your jumpship, no instead they did the sensible thing and started shooting the craft and the occupant. Seriously did you even bother to read my post?)