Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170703234818

At the statement of a Nurglite, Karliel's eyebrows raise. ''When did we get a Nurglite with us? This should be interesting.''

Aboard the Valkyrie he sits and thinks about the 'Price' he must pay according to Orion. But his thoughts are interrupted by the valkyrie's landing. He exits the vehicle and sees the Nurglite and Soin standing before the Hololithic projection Orion and joins them.

His armor is repaired but much of the parts that have been replaced have not been painted and many small scorch marks and bullet dents riddle his armor from pauldrons to shins. The upper right side of his face a scarred mess, a black bandana wrapped around his head covering the hole that was left behind after Orion had to take the damaged organ from its socket.

Aboard the vakyrie he grabbed a new helm to replace the useless piece of ceramite he wore in the fortress; a black Mark IV helm with a red line painted from the back of the helm to right above the lenses. He carries it at his side as he approaches Soin and the Nurglite.

Karliel's face is stern and weathered with a hint of anger in his one good eye. He gives a nod of respect to his comrade but eyes the Nurglite suspiciously and says nothing. After listening to Orion, Karliel brings his left hand up to his chin and thinks for a moment.

"The rebel camp doesn't appear to be of much importance if we can kill Brerier. Should we cut the head off this snake, its likely they might even join us or flee the planet all together. I say we hit Breier hard with artillery and follow up with an all out assault upon his position. I can personally lead the kill team to hunt their high command."

He unconciously runs his hand against where his eye used to be and looks down at his arm. A mixture of anger and sadness line his words.

"....I have a debt that needs to be paid."