Sergeant Biwek of traitor killteam Eightpoint (WiP)
“Marion pressed himself so hard into the corner behind the equipment locker he thought he might burst through to the other side.
The chamber was pitch black, the entire deck was in a state of darkness while the traitors worked the ship, one chamber at a time.
He winced at a new source of light coming from down the hall to the secondary maintenance storage, a noxious green firelight soon filled the room and he saw he was not so well hidden as he thought and threw his hands up.
‘I surrender, I-I’ll serve you from now on!’
The toxic green light resolved itself into the shape of a man in military clothing, a six-visored set of preysense goggles held aloft by an inverted waterfall of hateful energy pouring from what had been the man’s head, blackening the ceiling with its wicked heat. What little of his mouth he could see was unmoving, set in a sharp edged jaw.
‘Yes, you will.’
The monster said in the tone of a professional disapproval and suddenly he was falling over backwards, his ears ringing and his chest alive with burning pain as he crashed against the deck. With a desperate gasp he felt something in his chest pop and as he watched the physical world melt away he was rushed into the hateful plane of the empyrean screaming.”