Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20171003071711

Karliel sighs, having hoped for a more useful answer but he believes the Guardsman. He nods his head in recognition and pluging the knife into the guardsman's heart, ensuring he severed his spinal cord in the same motion.

Karliel gets up and stares at both Soin and Kale silently for a few seconds, blade still in hand.

"This is a reconaissance mission, we need all the information we can get to please Orion. We now know that at least, on the basic level, Alexander is launching assaults across the entirety of the Loyalist line while also expending considerable resources to take out Brerier which we witnessed already."

Karliel growls in annoyance with the other two, turning around and looking at the outpost,

"Skitarii, search the bodies before entering the chimeras and scour the barracks quickly. Grab anything that looks like a report, data slate, or vox and report to me in five minutes with whatever you find, we leave for the tunnels in 7 minutes. Grab any weapon that looks more useful than a lasgun if any are found."

He turns back to his companions,

"Like i said before, I have no patience to remain a mere pawn and gather intelligence, but our Master has given us orders and I intend to see them carried out with as much extra information we can gather about Apollo's forces as well. I want to see both the Tzeentchian and Slaaneshi heads on spikes more than either of you can imagine but I still retain enough of my sanity to remember that knowledge is the most powerful weapon anyone can have."

Karliel barely finishes his sentence before pain shoots into the back of his head, his butcher's nails biting into his cerebrum once again as if rebelling against his attempts to remain a restrained commander. He drops his combat knife and both his hands begin to grab the back of his helmet as if their presence would somehow stop the pain.

"NOOOO!" he screams, smashing a fist into the side of the chimera. He takes a few moments to try and push the pain back, the machine having already unleashed a fury of chemicals into his body, as though urging him to take his weapons and turn them on his companions. He fights the temptation and takes a seat in the back of the chimera slouched over and his hands cupping his face while his elbows rest on his thighs, his head swimming and his anger at a boiling point. Without llifting his head from his hands, he manages to growl,

"If either of you talk to me.....I will kill you.....Leave me.....NOW!"