Kasrkin Sergeant Drex

Born on Cadia, still on Cadia. Bloodied in the 13th. The planet might've broken, but Cadia isn't just a place.

--LARP account

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

Lost my home to those fraggin' traitors. Won't lose another one anytime soon. Soon enough, those cowards'll learn that Cadia is a spirit, not a bunch of blood-soaked dirt. Fought hard in the 13th Crusade, made it out alive, lost a lot of friends.

And despite that,
Cadia Stands.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@RileySEAF The hel is an Earthling?

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@tism6769 I’m one of them, Xenos.

500 meters and approaching rapidly.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

And when he passed by an SCP on his route through the halls, he seemed to stare at the photos with an even brighter fury.

“Xenos” he spoke at each passing.

Despite being held captive by the Foundation, he hadnt forgotten who he is, and who he serves.

// @MTF_A1_ @ThefirstO5

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

It’s been quite a bit of time in confinement, hasnt it? The walls to their cell almost glowing white, the questions flowing in without information.. and the Kasrkin seemed strangely.. immune, to amnestics? He spoke of —

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

“The Warp”, “Cadia”, some “Imperium of Man”, the “Guard”, and seemed to narrow his brows and clench his fists when the word “Chaos” is uttered.

He found both Christians and Muslims to be misguided heretics, just a step away from learning their true origins.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@UNSC_Official69 Ceramic..

Ceramic Titanium.. platin’?

Skull! Show me this guys fraggin.. Vase Tank!

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@UNSC_Official69 ..What in th’ name of The Emperor is.. Ceram..
huh?

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ // @MTF_A1_

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

The Kasrkin was blindfolded and bound.. his voice in a whisper, seeming to pray to ‘The Emperor’ in quick, hushed speech.

// @MTF_A1_

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin snickers.

“Do you honestly think that I’d ever give you that sort’uh information?”

“You’re dumber than y’look.”

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ “Lucius Pattern Hotshot Lasgun. Finest Lasgun in the Imperium. Named th’ ‘ellgun for short!”

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin remains silent, sitting back in his seat, continuing to stare daggers at this interviewer.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin quickly rises from his seat, slamming both fists against the table.

"You'd dare to call His Kasrkin an.. idiot?!"

He stared daggers at the interviewer.

"You would sooner meet an Angel, than find an unwise Kasrkin.."

he scoffed, returning to his seat.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin was unarmed, without his gear, but the threat of his words felt, strange. As if the presence of 10 eyes were watching upon everyone inside of the room.. well, that is, if anyone was even slightly thaumaturgically sensitive.

// @MTF_A1_

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ -

“Your people pretend not to know the Emperor.. but your planet is a replica of Old Holy Terra, before the years reached the ten-thousands.”

“So tell me, Heretic.. Do you wish to surrender yourself, or will the full force of his Angels destroy every last one of you?”

-

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin would issue more profanities in Low Gothic, directed at the “heretics”.

He’d remain compliant, though resisted a bit every time a piece of his gear was touched.

//new thread soon

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ The Kasrkin flipped a switch on his lasgun, before tossing it to the ground and raising his arms. The Lasguns mag cooked the gun from the inside out, rendering it useless as the Trooper surrendered, peacefully.

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ It seemed like the Kasrkin was hesitant to die, but remained in a standoffish posture.

// @MTF_A1_

[Kasrkin Sergeant Drex @SgtDrex]

@MTF_A1_ -The view of the doorway for a moment, before whispering something into his voxcommunicator, the Servitor Skull very quickly scurrying away behind him, out of sight, with the attempt to escape.

The Kasrkin stared down this group of men, foot tapping on the ground.