Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510200903/@comment-28742621-20170510224402

Slythos was having a very bad day. For the third time in a row. First, he had been called to Rogue Trader Daledus' quarters and asked why his aide had stolen an escape pod, to which he had no answer and was sent to the prison block to await 'questioning'. Then the ship had come under fire from the god-forsaken planet's  defenses and slythos had been forced steal an escape pod. Without his paperwork granting him protection from the over-zealous fools that the imperium calls the 'inquisition' and the all the others. Then he had spent a day in a cold, cramped and thoroughly miserable escape pod, before crashing rough and being captured, probably the fools who had shot him down! However, it did amuse him that one of the troopers who had captured him, tried to use one of his guns and nearly decapitated one of his comrades in the process.

Slythos chuckled to himself softly and then whipped around when he hear the cell open, coming face to face with a human medic and a creature that looked suspiciously like a Skikari of the Adeptus Mechanicsus. "So Daledus has sent someone to pick me up? Good, he always seemed intelligent." Slythos said in immaculate Low Gothic.