Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-30488984-20171222233919

"Aye, now we went from the frying pan and willing go into the fire....may the fates be on our side."

Aison breathes in deeply, unsheathes Serpent's Lash as he focusses upon his psychic powers and pours it into the blade. The blade glowing an eerily green and blue mixture as the runes shine a bright electric blue.

He follows Aison, nodding to the stormtroopers as he prepares to emerge from the bunker.

"Stay behind me, use my body as cover. We will need you for the fight ahead."

Aison then exits the bunker, pushing the aches and pain that plague his body down as he does his best to appear strong and not let the skitarii see any weakness.