Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Deepest, darkest Buckinghamshire...
Dimitar was in his bizarrely decorated quarters, clambering into his heavily customised and very alien suit of power armour. All about him were the trophies of years spent adventuring, raiding, smuggling and plundering. There was all manner of curios and furnishings, from ancient puzzle boxes to the opulent and bejewelled Eldar chest that sat at the foot of his giant tyranid-bone bed. As he secured the cuirass around his torso, a speaker in the ceiling buzzed and a hoarse, skeletal voice spoke over the vox.
“Captain? It is Vlados. There is something I must tell you.”
Igo Dimitar scowled at the sound of the navigator’s voice.
“What is it Vlados? Can it not wait?” he replied, impatiently.
“No my captain, I am afraid it cannot. Will you meet me in my chamber?” Vlados enquired thinly.
“No Vlados, I will not. If it relates to a warp disturbance, then communicate the details to Lt. Varga. She is in command whilst I am off ship.”
There was a pause. Vlados now spoke urgently. “You must not set foot on that vessel, captain. It will be your end.”
Dimitar had finished with his armour and scooped up an ornate conical helmet from the bed.
“Nonsense, Vlados. I have had enough of your fearful gibberings. Speak no more of these irrational things, and make no mention of them to my crew. They are superstitious enough as it is. Remain in your cell and do your job.” Dimitar placed the helm over his head and locked the neck clasps. Then he strode across the room to open a weapons cabinet to withdraw an ornate pistol and a long, curved power blade. As he made to leave, Vlados spoke again over the vox.
“Beware the beast, captain, lest it slay you; but beware the beast within, lest it slay us all.”
Dimitar snorted at this typically cryptic piece of advice from the navigator and closed the door behind him.