Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20190925213500

(Cyradon successfully casts Self Augery on a roll of a 16 (10+4+2). No miscasts).

“Ain’t no Commissar here,” the nearest trooper shouts, holding up his captured pulse rifle, “Ain’t no one here in fact! Just us. We’ve been fighting in these hills and in these fields for weeks! No supplies except what we can scavenge. If we have to fight with Tau guns, we’ll fight with Tau guns. Better than our teeth and fists – the last Commissar tried that and well, he ain’t here,” the trooper gestures to his colleagues, before turning their gaze back to the Scions,

“But your loyalists, aren’t you? Not like those Tau bastards dressing up in Imperial uniform and disarming folks before shooting them.”

The troops are clearly on edge from the open hostility of the Scions, keeping their weapons at the ready.

Cyradon’s comrades link up with the others at the barracks, As he uses his powers, tapping into the depths of the warp, some words come to mind,

“Never mix business with friendship”.

With the group having re-equipped themselves, a group of Imperial engineers and Guard tank crew appear, alongside an open-topped, unfinished Chimera. One of the crew members clambers onto the hull and waves you down,

“The Governess sends her regards! We don’t have much transport to spare, nor much that’d fit the Astartes, but we converted up this old Chimera quickly. She’s fast and she’ll take you to the front pretty safely if you stay off the main roads.”