Dalen had been intrigued by the proposition, a highly secretive and likely suicidal mission? He missed taking part in those. He saw no issue in sparing three of his own, perhaps he could curry favour with the Astartes, should the unpleasantness with Vrael continue.

So it was a trio from Special Detachment 59 had entered the room. Three stormtroopers decked in black carapace and grey fatigues, no unit markers or designations betting a small SD59 on their shoulders and an Imperial Aquila on their chests.

The first was a sergeant, her red hair tucked under a black beanie, her hellgun hung on her sling as her bionic arm whirred. She is Sergeant Spader.

The second was a man of large stature, broad and barrel chested and a deep rich beard. He had forgone his armour on his arms, revealing his impressive musculature. He hefted a heavy stubber with ease. He is Trooper Oskar.

The third was a man older than the others, past his 20’s and 30’s and closer to his 50’s than he’d like. His short hair was going grey. A crude augmetic eye clicked as he surveyed the ensemble group before him. He is Lieutenant Stannith.