Orthien sat, savoring each bite from his first decent meal in a very long time. As he ate he watched a girl approach their table, her clothes filthy and torn and her face set in a slight smirk over her sunken features. She could not have been more than 16 years or so. He recognized her as one of the street rats who he had been briefly associated with before the Hellion attack, though he did not know her name.
He smiled as this new girl suggested they rob Vayr'kala. A few days ago he would have tried it. She did look far better off than me did, at least for the moment.
Orthien sat back as Vayr'kala took lead and offered the girl a meal. There was potential in her, after all she had at least the brains to hide when he did before the attack and had lived long enough to make it here to confront them. Had they not a plan for the rat this might have been as far as her luck would have taken her, but every new empire needs to start somewhere and killing any potential is not best for those starting as they were.
Orthien sat for a while as the girl gloated about her self taught nack in simple thievery and survival skills and about how she had used trash and corpses to evade the Hellions grasp.
He and Vayr'kala then spoke of there would be empire and what it had to offer the more skilled street dweller such as herself.
As the hour grew later Orthien left the table as the two girls continued to speak and headed back to the shop to collect his new apparel.
As he approached he knew something was very wrong. He pressed himself against the nearest wall catching what shadows he could as he moved. He drew his blade as he drew closer and could better see the sate of the building. The front window, though usually boarded was broken and open, a display case lay shattered and slightly singed in the street. The front door stood ajar leading into the silent darkness beyond.
Reassured by the quiet from within he entered. The store lay in ruins, lite only my the light from the street.
He was surrounded by broken shelves and armor with blaster burns. Blood covered the ground, both Dark Eldar and Alien.
Orthien dropped to the floor as what once looked to be a weapons rack behind the counter fell to the floor, a shadowed figure leaning beside it.
"Hello?" "Who's there?" croaked the voice of the shop keeper. The voice was strained and weak, far more than usual.
Orthien carefully stood and stepped into the light. The owner was covered in blood, much of it appeared to be her own and could barely stand by herself.
"They destroyed everything." She spluttered a sense on urgency in her voice. "Everything but this" as she spoke she pressed a hidden rune against the wall. A panel shifted revealing a suit of Kabalite Armor in perfect condition within.
"...finished not long before" she paused to spit blood on the floor "not long before they arrived."
"Managed to shoot one" she said as she slumped to the floor. "He took a Blastpistol to the leg...." She trailed off as she looked down at her blood stained body, her eyes glazing over.
She looked straight at Orthien "They were looking for you". No sooner had she forced out these last words did her body fall sideways to the ground, the sweet taste of suffering leaving the air.
Orthien quickly slipped into his new armor. It fitted perfectly he thought as he checked his new poisoned blades. Then into the shadows he ran, quietly making his way back towards the tavern.