AuthorJake Ball Commander Falco of the Endeavour class light cruiser Enceladus picked an invisible mote of dust from his otherwise impeccable Ultima Segmentum grey uniform. His fine features would be called weather-beaten were it not for the fact that he had spent much of his adult life in the artificial environment of Imperial starships. The crags and lines of his face were not caused by wind, rain and cold, but by the relentless pressure of command, and the unceasing vigilance of patrols that stretched for years. Falco was not tall, but had a wiry build typical of his birth world of Kyrinov. His eyes were a steel grey, piercing as he looked through the forward bridge windows down the long, glacial white fore section of his command; to the blood red and beaten gold of the prow.
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AboutTales from within the sector written by me (Turbidious) or other contributors. These are based on games we have had of BFG and 40k Archives
March 2021
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