Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190914222403/@comment-25218347-20190916022717

As the tall alien turned down the hallway, he heard something scurrying for cover. As he raised a purple carbine, one of the shorter aliens that had suffered mutations ran out from behind cover and charged him.

The rotten flesh pulsed and twitched as a massive tentacle extending from the creature’s chest flailed around in agony. Tendrils coming off of it’s head moved in unison with the limbs, acting as the control center. A swift set of shots to these tendrils and the mutated monstrosity stood stunned for a moment before falling over, motionless.

This was the Parasite. An obstacle in his path. He had been ordered here to kill a leader of a faction of Heretics, those who had spoken out against the Holy Prophets.

And he was here to exact the Prophet’s Will. He was the Prophet’s Arm. An Arbiter.