Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-27830834-20190110233803

Now Kaylock really wanted to know what was in the box.

"Slaggin' love gratis work," He said, walking out towards the entrance, smile still present in his voice, though this time with an edge of exasperation.

The voidborn knew why he was here, just like he knew that the Inquisitor hadn't kept him around for his witty banter. Even if they managed to lop the head off of this particular problem, chances were he'd just be sent into the teeth of another Archenemy plot, and another, and another, until he either expired or outlived his usefulness. If he could just get off this damn mudball maybe he could link up with another Astrophage fleet, lay low in the black for a while. A warzone wasn't ideal but any Repo worth his clansigns could make a cent out of scrap.

That meant he'd eventually have to ditch the others, the poor sods. Kaylock was fairly certain he might be the only one in the Inqusitor's little coterie that had the slightest clue what they might actually be going up against. Throne, he'd seen frakking daemons up close. This plank wasn't keen on a second encounter.

He didn't bare them any ill will, really, but if it came down to them or him... Kaylock wasn't about to let Remora Fleet die with him.