Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20190912123559

Still keeping a close eye on the party, especially Iselith and Dion, Governess Sioux Guard’s relax even after recognising the obvious marks of the outsider. The rest of the throne rooms command staff and security also gradually lose interest, still offering the occasional, disgusted glance at the presence of the Eldar but largely keeping to their own work. Unfazed by his augments, the Governess takes Tarkhan’s hand and offers a brief smile,

"Good; onto the situation," the Governess gestures to inactive monitor fixed to the wall, which shudders to life as she toys with her wrist computer. It produces a blue-tinged image of Ratajczyk, alongside streams of data – a constant flow of numbers and unit designators. Large chunks of the planet are marked in a deep crimson,

"As you can see, we've lost the entire northern hemisphere to the Tau," Sioux manages to lift her sabre for a moment, using it to gesture to the top of the planet, "Including the old capital and even some of our promethium reserves. We’ve managed to hold them, but their bombing camping is becoming unbearable. We can’t do a damn thing against their bombers or fighters. Too few planes in the air, and no bombers to take out their airfields.”

A siren begins to ring out, its screech drawing the attention of everyone in the chamber. Sioux can only roll her eyes, “Right on schedule.” The distant shudder of plasma explosives and Tau rockets echoes off in the distance, as does the thud of Imperial Guard flak-artillery emptying salvo after salvo into the sky, “So as you can see our situation is far from optimal, but I have a job for you people. It’s not an easy one, but I need you to kill this alien,”

Sioux jabs her fingers into the controls of her wrist computer, the image of Ratajczak shifting to one of an armoured Tau Battlesuit, “This is the leader of the filthy xenos currently occupying the planet, O’Ir’sha. Now I believe firmly in the idea of cutting of the head will kill the snake. Now the problem is none of my forces can reach her – she’s far behind enemy lines and seems to only lead important operations. We also believe she might have body doubles, and since my last assassins died in an attempt on her life, she’ll know you’re coming and will have prepared for it. But, kill her and I will reward you handsomely – my family is incredibly wealthy, and we have much to offer,” her gaze turns to the Eldar, “Now, for the harder job,” Sioux works her wrist-computer some more, summoning up a blurry, static riddled image of a traitor Space Marine, “This man’s name is Duda Ramskull. He is a renegade, a heretic and a traitor to the Imperium, he is also of course extremely dangerous. He also took something very precious from me, so find him, kill him and bring me his head,” another data slate is produced from her long-coat, “Everything I have on him.”

The Governess draws a data slate from her long-coat, “Now I’m happy to tell you anything more I know about these two, but I promise that if you kill them you will be rewarded very well for your work – both in this life, and in the next.”