Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-30488984-20171127232549

Aison ponders his options for the moment, he could simply murder these guardsmen, commandeer the vessel, and flee trying to slip past te orbital defenses with his precognative abilities. It is a tempting thought but something else comes to mind, a dark ambition he has harbored for a long time.

He turns his head to look at Ceras, nodding to his comrade that he agrees with the proposal then turns away, thinking more. A few moments later he walks towards the Valkyrie, looking into the psychic auras of the men who emerged from its bowels, trying to guage what kind of men serve this governor now that the his world is in a state of civil war.

When he gets to the Valkyrie, he scours the crates for a bolter since he had left his in the temple, where Alexander had dissappeared, on the floor after he unsheathed Serpent's Lash. He restocks on bolter ammunition but ensures he keeps his magazines filled with Banestrike rounds separated from the standard bolt shell magazines. He then looks for ways to either repair or patch up his armor though nothing short of an entirely new chest plate will repair the damage wrought to his armor after the point blank barrage of the loyalist librarian.

In the event he doesn't find a new power armored chest piece, he will be willing to slap on overlapping slabs of ceramite to cover the holes in his chestpiece at the cost of some movement and agility. He'd rather be slower but protected than be an agile corpse.