Aurelius sighed as he walked away from the garbage jettison port, his thoughts returning to more important matters.
Somewhere in the midst of all the junk floating in space was another crate, inside was the unrecognizable mangled form of Red the 2nd.
Aurelius had intended on a single shot to the back of the head but instead his hellpistol had malfunctioned to auto – or had he absent-mindedly set it to the burst mode? “no matter now” he muttered to Gareth.
Apart from a much larger mess to clean up it had all gone to plan.
His mind drifted back to the warp.