Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26388714-20151017180041/@comment-25932172-20151030013428

( Time to get crazy. )

It had begun just like any other day for the Warlock known as Erasmus; his jumpship, the Vintage Russian Soul, docked in orbit above the glowing bastion of Mother Earth. One might find beauty in the marvelous blue marble, but the fact was that it was only a mere speck of dust in the vast scope of the universe. Mysteries had yet to be unraveled, and like any other Warlock, Erasmus wished to hunt down this knowledge until it became known to him. Though unlike other Warlocks, Erasmus pursued his goals in a different way. Long ago, Erasmus had his jumpship fitted with several other facilities in order to support his "studies". Once such room appeared to be a solitary table. One could only assume what sort of things went on there.

"Cassius. Be a good Ghost and fetch me my scalpel." Erasmus spoke with an almost refined and gentlemanly tone. The small Ghost of his, Cassius, had floated over towards the table and transmatted a thin, lightweight scalpel. Erasmus curled his fingers around the implement and began to cut away at his specimen. It was a Vandal, yellow colors suggested it once belonged to the House of Kings. Ether was spilled all over the place, with arms and legs sawed off, flesh and bone. Erasmus picked at the corpse like a child would play with their food; he moved his scalpel about the innards and observed the anatomy of the Fallen. Carefully, Erasmus dragged his blade downward and bisected the Fallen King's heart, causing Ether to spurt over his helmet. "Due note... I think they're attempting to get their revenge post-mortem." Erasmus released a stifled chuckle as he wiped away the Ether. The entire chest of the Vandal had been split open, displaying alien organs of various kinds.

Before Erasmus could continue any further with his research, a sudden beeping echoed from the cockpit of his jumpship. This caused Erasmus to slip with his scalpel, cutting through a different organ. He groaned in disappointment, setting down his bloody implement. "For fuck's sake... what could they want from me now?"

The Warlock's Ghost, Cassius, floated over towards the operating table. The Ghost was a pure purple color, with gold accents and a solid gold eye. "We've recieved orders from top brass. Vanguard wants us to head down to the Cosmodrome. Cabal are getting too big for their britches."

Erasmus craned his head towards Cassius. "Cabal, you say? It has been too long since I've picked apart a Cabal..." The Warlock mused over the thought for a few seconds, before pulling out his fusion rifle. The void engine charged up in seconds and released a spread-fire blast of energy. The Vandal corpse was caught in the discharge and reduced to void particles, thus removing his trash. "Plot a course for Old Russia. Perhaps I might find a challenge in pitting my knowledge against Cabal war tactics."