Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170929003049

Karliel turns his head towards the renegade and eye's him a second through the one green lense of his black helmet. If Karliel's helmet had been off, those around would have noticed his eyebrow raise in interest but did not deter his opinion on how to handle the "interrogation".

"We do this my way."

Karliel's armor is jet black, the servitor's having repainted suit after repairing him at the base, while the Orgyn's damaged head still hands from the chain at his hip. His gaze returns to the soldier in his grasp awaiting his response, he wouldn't mind either way, his cooperation would be useful and expedient but flaying the man would prove interesting, he could even do it in the chimera while they head to the tunnels to avoid wasting time. He thinks about how having human skin adorning his armor would instill fear in the populace but not the fear he would want and puts the idea aside.