GregorytheImpaler

My Wookiee is sad, He sat on a large goldfish, He cries in the rain.

"It's over there, sir." The Private clad in deep green Space Marine plating said through his communicator, while pointing towards a dusty metallic doorway against the rugged and rocky mountain wall with his bolter. The Squad Leader gave a nod in response and led his small troop toward the dark entrance. Commander Terrick of the Salamanders was sent with his personal squad to investigate the small outpost on the desolate planet near the outer edges of the Imperium's galactic grip. Red glinted over the eye plates as Terrick scanned the entryway. "Nothing alive. At least not right here." He spoke through his communicator. The troop of the Salam