Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190101133424

The guards at the Chimera made way for Ciaran, most likely having been informed about his presence in advance. Inside, he found two officers, a man wearing the insignia of a captain, his face hidden behind a rebreather, and a woman. The latter wore the heavy black coat of the Commissariat, although several other, unknown badges decorated it. She also lacked the cap and crimson sash commonly associated with the office, though the aura of authority surrounding her was unmistakable. She turned to face the Space Marine, wake blue eyes examining him from a face signed by age and war with wrinkles and scars.

„Captain Ciaran, I assume“, she greeted and nodded to a cane leaning against a holo-screen which she had examined up until now. „You will forgive me for not kneeling. And these must be your men“, she added as Reus and Kellen joined their Captain.

The camp had two other exits, one facing north and the other south-west, both heavily fortified with mobile Heavy Bolter Turrets, sand bags, tank blockades, razor-wire and searchlights.

There was no sign of the Rogue Trader, the only soul coming close to someone with that sort of will power residing in the command chimera.

Phokas sent the remaining Tech-Priests away, the strange language of the omnissians made even further alienating by the vox amplifiers in Phokas' helmet. Once they were gone, still chittering about between themselves, the Tech-Marine turned to Volprecht. The two servo arms on his backpack unfolded and took the shield from Volprecht.

„Hmm...give me some time to examine it, Brother.“ He replied and headed back into the Blackstar, where he briefly nodded towards Dax and Tyberion before lighting incense and initiating the strange rituals which the followers of Omnissiah used to interfere with their sacred technology.