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The Space Marine watched Iria closely as she opened up about herself, his regal features softening as he recognised the look in the Sister's eyes. 'Sufficient?' Varro's power pack hummed gently as he turned towards Iria, head tilted, as if confused. 'Do you not consider yourself worthy of...

'Please do. Every warrior I have ever known has possessed some sliver of pride. I assume your sisters are no different in that regard?' Varro's gaze returned to Iria. Though humility was ever preferable to arrogance, he would not fault her for showing pride in her squadmates. They had much to be...

Varro had never heard of the Order of Cleansing Water. In truth, he did not take much heed of the Imperial Cult nor did he share in their beliefs. The Emperor was the Emperor, be He God or mortal, and any Astartes worth their salt knew that loyalty was absolute. To Him, and the Imperium He and...

Carving a path towards the heart of the Ork defenses, Brother-Sergeant Varro ordered his squad to halt as they came upon yet another blastdoor set into the very earth upon which they tread. 'Brother-Sergeant Varro to Command, we have reached Objective Tertius. Augur scans confirmed. Xenos...

The sergeant's gaze held steady on Iria as he processed her words. He had been called many things in his life. "An incorrigble flirt" was not one of them. 'I was merely making an observation,' he replied, wondering if she was what other men and women considered to be attractive. 'Ophelia VII? I...

The chamber rang to the sound of blades and muted conversations. Inside the combat cage, Brothers Ekron and Lucaeus sparred with blunted swords, as they had done for the past twenty minutes. Twenty-one. Sitting alone, helm in hands, Varro noted the passage of time, the tolling of shipboard bells...

The second trenchline was thick with Greenskins. Boyz and gretchin contested with each other, vying to be the first to reach the Lamenters, and the Guardsmen piling into the trench in their wake. The barrel of Brother Gilead's heavy bolter practically sizzled as the Astartes went down on one...

Gun and lasfire lit the slopes as the Lamenters advanced alongside their mortal brethren. Guardsmen and PDF troopers in drab combat fatigues made up the bulk of the assault force. The air reeked of ozone and fyceline, sweat and spilt viscera. Coppery. A stark reminder that life went slow, and...

The Thunderhawk's engines keened woefully as it descended towards the bloodied sands of Baal. Shaking and rattling, beaten by unforgiving winds, it carried the Lamenters to their destination, like a great eagle of yore. Wings spread, armaments slung and primed. Ready to sore. Eager to slake its...

Name: Marcus Varro Alias: Marc, Varro Species: Posthuman Age: 352 Homeworld: Void Born Gender: Male Height: 8'2" Weight: 600kg Eyes: Grey Hair: Blonde Skin: Pale Psyker Grade: Pi Occupation: Adeptus Astartes. Space Marine. Ranks and Titles: Brother-Sergeant, Squad Arcas (Battleline), Lamenters...