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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1630941" data-attributes="member: 8243">- in the eyes of the other -Hosni squatted in the open door of the vannship and counted the Huggreth as they emerge from the hanger and marched across the flight deck of the battle cruiser to the waiting transporter. With their assault Battlesuits and heavy rifles they radiated brutal power. Rumour had it that every suit was fortified and had power formulea woven through out. Hosni wondered what it would be like to donn such a suit, to be wrapped in such defensive might, to have such strength and power at one's command.Hosni wasn't sure what it was that they were after. He wasn't even sure where they were exactly. If the Captain knew, he wasn't saying. Probably somewhere over France. It always seemed to be France these days. The source of all woes at the moment. Poor old France. But where ever, whatever, it must be important. Two recon teams. A dozen Huggreth with three battlemancers. Two squads of Greaves.Hosni touched his own armour. It was a beautiful piece of armoursmithing. It wasn't completely standard issue. Like most of those in his team, Hosni's had gear had been 'supplemented'. Shadow and stealth formulea, woven through the matt black material, subtly muted sounds and blurred the wearers outline. Hosni remembered the young noble he had taken it off. The man had been a fool and a peacock. But the squad he had led had been the real deal. That cold night high in the Pyrannes it had gone very close to going the other way.With a hiss, the clamps released and Hosni's vannship lifted off. Hosni continued to watch the Huggreth cross the flightdeck until they disappeared into the gloom. Hosni stayed in the door for the flight. It was about twenty minutes later when the squad mage tapped Hosni on the shoulder and held up his blue wax crayon. Hosni nodded and the mage marked his strange symbols onto the back of Hosni's armour. Blue. Always blue. Every mage Hosni had ever met had used but a single colour, and would use none other. No wonder every man in the squad carried a spare stick of blue wax crayon. The mage stepped back and gave Hosni the thumbs up. Hosni nodded and pulled his goggles down over his eyes. Taking a firm grip on the rifle across his lap Hosni stood up and stepped out of the door and into the empty space beyond. In his minds eye, Hosni could see the rest of the squad doing the same behind him.</blockquote>

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