Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20171204082156/@comment-31595069-20171206025759

(The barracks, I should do this to assist.)

Inside the Imperial Barracks, an Imperial soldier began to wake the men up, the sun was barley out as muster was called. "Wake up maggots! Emergency muster! Get your frakking asses up in the next minute or I'll drag you out myself!" The mans rough voice shouted through the barracks.

A Catachan Guardsman no doubt, these men grew up on the death world of Catachan. Rough, tough with the personality to boot. These men may have lacked the most pleasant manners, but they more than made up for it with experience in combat.

And this man was a staff seargent. It was an emergency muster alright, because they would have been waken up thirty minutes later.