Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191006005409

The Penal Legionaries move into position around the Chimera, keeping their arms at the ready in case the partisans try anything, although they seem more concerned with stripping the dead Tau for any ammunition before waving down the new arrivals. They are staggered by the sight of Cyradon, some dropping to their knees – others simply bowing their heads. They do not make much of the others, though several approach Lem, extending their hands,

“Give us a smoke please mate, ain’t had a ciggy in bloody months”, one of them says, his tone almost amicable.

One of the Partisans, who awkwardly wears scavenged Tau armour approaches Cyrdaon and offers a salute and a prayer,

“I led them men, sir. My name is Jerrios – but we did not receive any issues from the Governess to link up with you, but we know a larger group not far from here. They get supply drops and claim to know the Governess – maybe they’re the men you’re looking for.”

Tarkhan’s approach staggers some of the Partisnas – but not in the manner Cyradon’s approach had. They look upon his mechanical form with a mix of intrigue or revulsion. Jerrios, however, overcomes this to speak up,

“Don’t know much about the Tau commanders, and the prisoners rarely talk, no much how you make them squeal,

He pats his belt, which you can now clearly see is laced with Tau scalps, “Doubt these boys would’ve known much either – we caught some troopers a few days ago and handed ‘em over to a larger group of guard, but taking prisoners just slows you down out here.”