Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20181030015039

Ciaran gave a short laugh at Tyberion's boldness. "Don't assume I won't kill you on suspicion of being an Alpha Legion spy, just because you wear the colors of the Death Spectres." He told the marine in a cheerful voice at odds with what he was saying. "I am a captain of the local Deathwatch fortress here on offical buisness. We have no records or reports of any non-Deathwatch loyalist marines in the sector and no record of you. If you wern't wearing the colors of a brother chapter of mine I would have already killed you." Ciaran told him.

He paused for a moment, reloading his bolt pistol before stowing it and turned on his vox so the rest of the team could hear him. "Here are your options Spectre; either come with us on our mission and return to Watch Fortress Malperitus where we can identify you, or die, here and now. I can't afford to have a rouge marine running around in my sector, and even if you think you can take on a captain of the Deathwatch in close combat, I don't think you're stupid enough to take on an entire kill-team."

Ciaran turned on his lightning claws and turned to face Tyberion fully. "Well Spectre? What's it going to be?" Any cheerfulness in Ciaran's voice, false or otherwise, was absent as he said this.