Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-32600226-20191116071528

Cyradon stared down at the commissar for a few seconds in silence. With the light behind him all that is visible of his face is the faint red glow of his bionic eye. Briefly in a voice so quiet only Osborn could hear it he remarked, "it is typically polite to answer questions before asking entirely unrelated ones of your own." He then spoke up at a normal volume in a tone not only emotionless, but cold as a grave. "I think it is a greater security risk to trust someone implicitly just because they are dress in a Scion's armor, or a Astartes power armor for that matter. Having confirmed that your men are indeed who they say they are I have no further intrest in whatever goes over their vox. But I do know something that may intrest you Commissar. Among the forces in the cave alongside the partisans are several people that I think would be of great intrest to you. One is a witch by the name of Dion, whom I would bet anything is unsanctioned, the other is a group of Space marines under the leadership of a Librarian named Cyradon."

Tarkhan wondered if the commissar was aware that as a Magos Exploritor he was above not only his judgement but outside the jurisdiction of even the planetary governor. "The witch and the Librarian are almost certainly having some sort of telepathic communications given how Dion clings to the Librarain like a lost child, which is irregular on a great number of levels. Cyradon himself..." Tarkhan wondered how much of his suspicions he should entrust to this fool. "Well, when I made contact with the Mechanicus forces in orbit they told me there were no Loyal Astartes vessels in the system. Make of that what you will."

Tarkhan turned away, there was no way Cyradon didn't mistrust him. Why would he go off into the caves to speak with his squad privately instead of using a vox channel or telepathy unless he suspected that he was trying to decrypt his transmissions and didn't want to risk Dion overhearing? It would be too dangerous too stay now, or to keep trying to decrypt the transmissions. Who would come with him? Not the Scions, they didn't trust or like him and allies like that would be worse than enemies. A thought came to mind, he switched to broadcasting on the channel that had been used for the attack. "I am leaving now to go to one of the other partisan bases to repair what I may, those who wish to join me may if they find the new company to be disagreeable." He was almost certain he had heard the Eldar's voice on this channel. He signaled the Skitarii to form up again and ready to move out.