Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-24306135-20150529125033

(Oh don't you worry about your plan. Mine is already in motion...)

(MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH...)

(HA. HA. HAHAHA.)

(HA.)

When the door opened again, Karak looked up, expecting more of Rhall and the Archon's gloating non-answers. Instead, a team of Dregs, led by a Vandal, pulled a strange cart into the room. On top of it was a projector, which the Vandal switched on as a Dreg shoved a plate of food across the floor to Karak. One of Karak's arms was unlocked, just enough that he could eat. The pack of Dreg left, but the Vandal remained, guarding the door. A film began to play. Its title screen read, in Fallen; Record of Battle Action: Karak, Hurricane Mason and Raid Leader on Lightspawn Encampment.

Karak watched in disbelief. The camera feed was his own, that was certain. But he was... talking to Rhall? Bowing to him?!? And the cloak on his back, why did it bear a Storms sigil? The feed followed his movements... and Karak's memory began to return.

The patrol, heading towards FOB Glacier, to investigate the Guardians Rhall though were there. The scream from the back of the column, and then...

The camera feed began to judder and distort. A figure was seen rushing towards Karak, a blood-red weapon in hand, his helmet knocked askew by a Wire Rifle shot.

It was Sauron.

The Titan fired twice, the camera shaking with each impact.

As Karak fell forward, into the snow, clutching his stomach, Sauron grabbed the side of his helmet and tore off the camera. He looked at it inquisitively, and then dropped it into the snow. The Titan hefted the wounded Vandal over his shoulder and spoke.

"Let's get back home, chaps. I want to have a little talk with this four-armed freak."

The camera's battery died, and the film stopped.