Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20190912111727

Behind the others, Lem swayed down the ramp of the shuttle. Having spent the entire first flight of his life fighting down the urge to empty his stomach through the way it was usually filled, he deemed it prudent to make sure the objects in his field of vision stayed stationary before moving. As he staggered into the sun, Lem squinted, not used to raw daylight and even less to a sky not clouded in smoke and smog. Despite these impairments, the factory drag managed to follow the rest of the group, no doubt encouraged in his efforts by the fact that the men escorting them had guns, which had stocks, which the dreg could readily identify as something a tardy subordinate might be beaten into shape with.

The sights of the besieged city were as strange and alien to him as if they had not been erected by humans at all and the absence of a roof concerned him, which, in cohesion with the comforting noise of machines, left him very conflicted about the whole experience altogether. He eventually decided to consider it a mostly positive one, the deciding factor being the woman that accompanied them, one so beautiful he had at first believed she was one of the fabled Sisters of Battle, sent by the Emperor himself to bless the group with her presence. He had been told to shut up after asking one of the soldiers however and was thus fairly sure she was a different sort of angel, which had led to her being the sole focus of intense and shameless gawking for the entire flight.

Lem found himself suddenly interrupted as he was about to resume this pleasant pastime, for the lavish governorˋs palace demanded his attention with all itˋs glitter and gold, marble and ebony, the lavish paintings and carpets the latter slightly less pristine after Lem and his perpetually greasy and dirty boots had passed over them. Unnoticed by him, several servants sneered or outright recoiled at his sight, a dirty, shaggy haired man of wiry but less than noble posture, who carried with him the smell of oil, grease, smoke and sweat like an aura.

Eventually, they made it into the governorˋs personal office, which caused the dreg to promptly kneel down clumsily. After all, the governor was the Emperorˋs direct subordinate and such, to Lem, only slightly less holy than Him on the Throne.