Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-30488984-20171103003733

Aison pivoted quickly with the sound of movement, taking aim in the direction of where movement had been heard from to find himself at the end of another Bolter and hearing the command of the other Astartes after already having made his defensive pivot.

He was at the disadvantage, the other Astartes holding his bolter aimed at his head while his was only pointing vaguely in his direction. ''Pistol? I would have expected another Astartes to realize a bolter when he sees one.- ''He thinks to himself.

He takes a moment, thinking about his choices but more curious about who this was infront of him. Clearly he just came from battle by the damage to his armor but there are no bodies around. The black armor was also curious, was he a renegade? Was he a Blackshield?

Aison realizes he hadn't reacted for a few seconds already, the only sound in the tunnel being the falling debree from the hole his drop pod had made trickling down.

He nods to the stranger, slowly placing his bolter on the ground in front of him. He then rises, cautiously, placing his open hands out infront of him to put the stranger at ease.

"Who, may I ask, am I addressing?" asks Aison, not in an unkind tone. He titls his head slightly to one side to show his interest.

However, the warp's presence and the thin walls of reality are entoxicating. Aison knows that his powers will be much stronger here than other places, but he must be on guard. Something is stirring these entities and he intends to learn who or what is. Though he cannot do that without a head, so he focusses on the stranger.