[i]Nation Without A Home | The Bloodwrath's Streets, JT, 1200 hours. [/i] ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "It all starts with one man, a lone fighter in the midst of the Imperium's uncontrolled worlds." The statement was announced in the centre of the street. The flow of traffic from Imperium civilians were all continuing on their way, but a few men managed to stand in their spots. Every last onlooker that would approach was a civilian of course, but that was who the speech was targeted for. [/i] "A warrior, a killer, one who hunted the Chaos like they were deer, and this man was the ultimate huntsman. Why did he do it? Who was he? Who was this man with?" [i]The speech wasn't coming from my mouth, rather from beneath the helmet of another. The helm was a pitch black shade, much like the armour he bore underneath his newest uniform. The uniform was in fact his armour, but it was painted strangely. The torso and legs were both a light shade of grey, while his arms weren't that colour at all, instead they were green. And in a moment, his helm would become the same forest shade as if it was taking a new colour. [/i] "Now, this man was not with any - He was foreign to these lands, and so he did not fit with the Imperium, due to him being a stranger to humanity. He was not of the Chaos, for he would have more honour than to hunt his undivided brethren." [i]The man that spoke was amassing a truly grand crowd now. People of the Imperium decided to listen in, and many were confused as to where this preaching would go from here. The man that spoke was a Mexican, which was hinted at by his Latino accent. Vasquez was his name. [/i] "And you know what? He was with someone. Himself. For he was a warrior, displaced person in the galaxy that was forever at war. He had no home, no family to go to, no brothers or sisters to aid him." [i]The statement had made people crawl out of the woodworks, and those who were considered freaks and outcasts in society listened in. They seemed to be the ones that enjoyed this speech the most, as they connected to what the strange person was saying. [/i] "But this was not in vain, for that man sparked something grand. My name is Captain Vasquez, and I was a man who heard that tale so long ago. I met this man... And he changed it all!" [i]Suddenly, all eyes shifted to me. Vasquez' words conveyed an intensity that would make him seem bold and powerful, which only enticed the crowd more by him. [/i] "This man is JT, a mercenary for hire. He runs a company, the Nation Without a Home - The same thing that aims to combat soldiers of Chaos, and give homes and families to those who are outcasts of all societies." "So I ask you, people of the Bloodwrath? Are you going to sit idly by and allow more soldiers to die like dogs, alone in their ventures? Or are you going to take up arms and fight as one family, one who will take down the Chaos on its own?!" [i]When he spoke, their was a single wave of "No!" That swiftly moved across the sea of watchers. Some left the scene, but a good three hundred people remained here to hear out the speech. [/i] "If you are willing to help your new family, come to the General Quarters at four sharp. You will be joining the private force, but you will be taking on the Chaos, and fighting alongside your new brothers and sisters... Your new family." [i]And at that, Vasquez and I left the area. [/i] [i]General Quarters (Outskirts), 1600 Hours. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// [b][/b]It was set. Hundreds of recruits - three hundred and two to be exact - had come out to join us. We were the outcasts of the Imperium's society, we were the Xeno's that the very Imperium wished to purge, and yet we fought against the Chaos, and for humanity. [/i] [spoiler]Open if you're looking to join up, otherwise closed. [/spoiler]