Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150528235830

(Alright, time for me to play my final hand. And Inquisitor, this is for the guardians, so leave the cabal out of it.)

In the darkness of the depths of the bunker, Rhall walked slowly towards the end of a long hallway. Around him, his hunters skittered, checking the final preparations of the snare. There would be no running this time, hunter and prey would enter, but only one would leave. His hands felt wet. The cloth; soggy, the armour; stained. The last few hours had been...fulfilling...but now his fun must come to an end. As he reached the end of the hallway, he was illuminated by a faint blue glow. The glow could not mask the color in which his hands were stained. They were red. The light took the shape of a blue sphere, eight grey triangles orbiting around it, and a smaller grey sphere in its center. Rhall spoke in the common tongue, for it understood his words.

"Speak."

"Not for you."

"Speak, lightspawn, or I shall rend thee apart and end him forever."

Turning slowly, and with regret, the ghost spoke into a fallen device at its side.

Across the frozen surface of Europa, on every comms channel available, a message screamed at maximum volume. Its source; easily traceable to deep below a defense complex on the western edge of the swords. Its intent; clear.

Its words; "Guardian down."

