"What of those who oppose Heresy?" [i]The voice echoed off the living walls of the vessel, as the words of one lonesome man travelled across the distance between them, which couldn't have been more than ten meters length. The words were older than many Imperium citizens that had been onboard the ship, though not as if this man was an elder to anybody. A lonesome figure stood there, with not even a single weapon in his cold and metallic hands. The figure stood tall at six-foot-three in height, through his armour that he had in beneath his lightly shaded brown duster had made him seem one inch taller at the very least. The man bore a hat over his half-charred face, which revealed nothing from the shadows where his face was, aside from the ends of his trimmed, white beard. His armour was a strange story at that. He bore only a single chest-plate on his body, which was only there as the rest of his limbs were completely metallic, and therefore incapable of truly feeling damage. His left arm was an onyx black shade, with only the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix resting on the forearm. His right arm was a completely silver colour, with a black band painted around the cowboys wrist. The shoulder was painted an all red colour, with the black letters 'NWH' standing out on the arm. A memory of his past, truly. The man had a tri-barrelled, stock-less shotgun that rested across his bdck, held in place by a specialized combat bandolier that carried his shotgun, though that was all for him. Beneath the duster was a pair of leather holsters, either one carrying an onyx black Colt Anaconda. That was all his visible weapons, but inside of the mans palms were a pair of T-29 Quantum revolvers and a Pinn-7, both guns that carried great meaning to the man. [/i] "If one were to despise heresy and Chaos as a whole, would you eliminate them? Or would you side with them? Gain potential allies?"

*He sighs, he was obviously caught* Everyone must pick a side... even if it's the wrong one. *It's obvious that he doesn't want to be seen, but is willing to have a conversation to diffuse any negative ideas about him*

"You're killing a heretic, and speaking to a man who supports that action. Relax."

Okay then... *Mortar relaxes a little, the heretic are a real pain in the ass, but their supporters are worse* So, what brings you around here?

"Me? Just mapping the ship out on my HuD, while also on a little recruiting mission."

*Mortar instantly becomes more interested in what you have to say when you say recruiting* Ah, interesting. Say, what is this recruiting that you are doing? Been looking to do something more interesting than simply survive around here. Seems to give you a rush the first couple weeks you're here, but if you just keep fighting the same things over and over again... *Mortar sighs, knowing he's talking too much and could accidentally give him something really private and confidential*

"Nation, my group of people that just don't like these -blam!-ing Chaos beings."

*Mortar chuckles, sounds like he would get used to these guys quickly. He has a sly grin under his mask* Where do I sign?

"Head to the Imperium camp and I'll officially recruit you."

Ah, okay. *Mortar walks past the door where he hid the body, the lock beginning to melt as he walks to the camp*

[i]With that, JT was gone. More than likely he walked off as Mortar did so. [/i]

*After three fights, a drunk guy trying to mug him and what felt like hours of walking, Mortar finally gets to the Imperium camp. He approaches the door and knocks a few times*

[spoiler]PM Shad about what the Imperium camp looks like, then make a new post lol. Camp isn't behind a door. [/spoiler]

(Out of a gust of purple mist, the figure appears) "Hello"

*Mortar doesn't say anything, afraid he might accidentally admit to killing the Heretic. Instead he just nods*

"What's in the room?"