Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190105223506

As they marched through the small camp towards the Blackstar, it might occur to them that what they had recognized as Tempestus Scions were indeed just the regular troops in employment of the Rogue Trader. They were a smaller force than one might expect from regular Guardsmen, but they more than compensated that through the thick armor and heavy firepower they carried.

Once back again at the rear hatch of their vehicle, they found Phokas still working on Volprecht's shield. Swathes of incense vapored through the cargo compartment and as immersed as he was, the Techmarine did not fail to notice the arrival of his brethren.

"Welcome back, Brothers. Tyberion, your weapon is weary, but will serve its duty nonetheless. Its spirit is sturdy and strong." The Eviscerator leaned against the right-hand wall of the small room, cleaned and its teeth glowing menacingly whenever a ray of light hit them. The Techmarine had taken the time to resharpen them.

"Volprecht", the pilot continued. "Your shield will take a while. The repair is simple, but time-consuming."