Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180112125145/@comment-30488984-20180117224925

Aison smiles under his helm as he feels the revitalization of his limbs and energy. He stretches and nods to Ceras in thanks as he stands on his own now. He picks up his Force Sword and Bolt Pistol that lie on the ground where he had taken his previously grievous wounds.

"Let us go now cousin." Aison states to Ceras. "This welp will die long before he can ascend to our sacred brotherhood. There is no need to fight the fool."

Aison looks to the troopers around him and his companion, then to the Sergeant.

"Thank you sergeant. If you would not mind, can your men show us the way to our transport? I would also like to vox the governor personally, I have a question for him."