Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20191005125433

Dion checked his gelt gun. The magazine was slowly replenishing itself. Arash was designed to never run out of ammo, as long as it could receive enough energy from the sun. He holestered his gun and went to check on the imperial rebels. Some could use his help if any was injured.

As he was walking, he noticed that most of his group were calm. Lord Cyradon was establishing his authority with the Tempestus Scions, the dregs were chit-chatting and the Tech-Priest was preoccupied with the xenos' tech.

He did not expect the partisans to welcome him, but at least he should try.