Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20190921005349

(Cyradon passes with a roll of 13 [5+6+2). No miscasts).

The Governess is first to respond to Iselith, “I would request you do not kill the alien I’ve hired. During these desperate times, we have been forced to call upon some rather well, desperate measures, but regarding your first question, I can provide you with this,”

Sioux hands over a data slate, “I provided a copy to the others – its information regarding the Tau, as well as the local Chaos Warlord. The aliens high command is scattered across their territory, though they have established their government in the old capital, which is only about a hundred miles from here. While the aliens dominate the air, there are many places where their control is weak. Where the fighting is weakest you could slip past their defences and through their patrols – the local partisans would be more than willing to help. In regard to your second question, these men and women were hired as bounty hunters to kill the leaders of our enemies. The data slate will provide you with routes and paths through the occupied regions, though beware, some of it is a bit sketchy.”

She takes a moment to pause, examining those gathered in the room,

“I imagine you all have a great deal to discuss. I will give you all the time you need to organise yourselves. You as Space Marines are obviously the most likely to take command, for you hold the authority of the Emperor himself.”

With his psychically enhanced vision, Cyradon is able to spy the alien form of Iselith in the shadows of the throne room, even if her form remained somewhat faint.

Dion spies little from his observation of the city, bar plumes of smoke and clouds of dust.

Sioux looks back to Lem and nods, gesturing to one of her guards whose flak armour is painted white and marked by red crosses and other symbols. They march over to Lem and take hold of his burned limb, swiftly drawing a syringe from his belt,

“This will ease the pain”, the medic mutters, before sinking it into Lem’s flesh. He then draws bandages and oils, doing what he can to cover and soothe the burned flesh, before wrapping bandages across it.

As he finishes, Sioux has another guard move over, providing Lem with a set of flak armour, “If you are to be a soldier, you are to need armour. We could use more men like you – more men who recognise it is a duty to protect the planet, rather than a chore.”

Sioux spies Ishmael staggering into the chamber, “And look, more recruits for your force Librarian.

Unfortunately for Tarkhan, his servitors limbs appear to be either oversized or undersized - not unfit for use but potentially awkward for Lem.