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You see Percival rushing ahead, and further behind the columns in the distance, dark figures come into the light of the overhead lamps for fractions of a second. All black with nothing but kevlar, a helmet, and inhuman gas masks.
The infamous visage of Mother Nature’s Providence own deathsquad.
The boogeymen are deployed globally there’s a threat to society on an influential scale. Traitors in political power, usually. The Deathwatch is equipped with high-end, dangerous gear that’s sometimes outright pollutant. It is an echo of the late ancient militaries, augmented with new materials sciences. To bring people to heel before even using these weapons, they often arm themselves with things considered evil in the cultures they face. Not only are units deployed to Arabia permitted to fire over thirty bullets a sortie, but those bullets are coated with a metal jacket made from iron extracted from the blood of pigs.
You’ve seen them once before. One cold winter night, you lazily looked out the window of a tavern, and saw two red eyes staring back at you from an unlit building. From two hundred yards away, you both silently agreed that you didn’t see anything. The next day, one of the village elders and forest rangers had disappeared, and you were alive.
Freyja’s tits, what are they doing here?
It is in your best interest to not look like dead weight to people who have unilateral authority to remove you from existence for looking at them wrong. Getting a spring back into your step, you begin a rush across the flooding Stormdrain.
Elite as they are, the MNP Deathwatch is equipped rather poorly for this environment…
<span class="mu-b">The Nalkainen is eating as it is fleeing. To catch up will require speed, something this suit is able to provide, should the body be able to hold out.
Rolling Fast; Two anons, roll 3d8, target 2.</span>
