Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20190920063556

The Astartes smiles and nods, understanding that the Governess can handle herself regarding possible infiltration. The loss and purgation of high ranking staff will likely be a detriment to the war, but it must be done. As for the xenos tank commander, Cyradon smirks, "Point me and my brothers in the right direction and that xenos is as good as dead. As for our needs, aircraft and ground based vehicles our out of the question. Enemy air superiority ensures our swift demise using either without heavy flak coverage. We will need to move on foot. My brothers and I have cloaks to cover our armor but without armored, aerial, or artillery support, we will lack sufficient firepower to take on an armored force of any noteworthy size."

The Astartes looks around the room at the dead officers and the carnage he can spy through the rubble of the palace's walls. "I take it that you do not have men to spare. Though..." Cyradon looks at some of the rag-tag mortals around him not bearing any of the governess' family iconography. His face betraying not malice, but simply curiousity. "I gather that these men are here for more than just security."

The Astartes looks expectantly towards the group of gathered agents and mercenaries, but before he can speak, the aeldari's words surprise him. Without his helmet, the Astartes lacks the ability to see clearly into the darkness of the building's darker recesses, but he can pinpoint the location of the voice. It sounded human, yet not human. His hand slowly inches towards his bolter as he attempts to cast Enhanced Senses to give him vision into the darkness.