[i][b]A flash of light quickly sparked to life as Alon walked, coming on a crossroads of the dark corridors. The fight took the image of a beam, as if it came from a flashlight. Though the face it came from around eight feet up was slightly unsettling to many men, even for experienced mages like him. Then, footsteps came. They echoed off the walls of the halls, the loud noise of metal clanging off the floor booming through the halls, echoing off the massive, partially living walls. The figure that came around the corner though, he was a sight for sore Imperium eyes, and a frightening image for Chaos. He stood at a fair eight feet tall, with a flashlight in his right hand, which was by his helmet. The helmet in turn was white, with a crimson red thunderbolt that stared menacingly from just over his right eye. The man was of the Adeptus Astares no doubt, bearing the Power Armour of a Space Marine, with the colours of the White Scars. But here's where it was different: He had a red thunderbolt on him, but it was going down and over another bolt, one of a darker colour. The marines right arm was am most entirely red, save for the pauldron that gave him his identity: A Crimson Scars member. He had a Chainsword that rested in a white, leather sheath at his left side, just in front of the holster for his Bolter pistol. Speaking of pistols, the Marine had turned his head and the flashlight only to spot Alon, and he raised his gun at him. [/b][/i] "Halt!" [i][b]The marine had commanded, a heavy metallic ring to his words. [/b][/i]"Are you of the Chaos, or the Imperium of Mankind?"