"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?"