Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20191009203511

Ignored, Lem quietly continued to smoke his stinking cigarette. He passed a glance at the things around him. The coghead was hoarding the blue guys tech stuff, which was about what Lem expected a coghead to do in any sort of situation. The grunts in the shiny gear just sort of stood around, looking weirdly posh amidst all the rubble. Maybe no one told them they were going to war, the intricacies of Imperial war logistics escaped Lem completely.

Now as for the twitcher...what he was doing, it sent a shiver down the dreg's spine and he looked on quickly. As the preacher had said every noon-sermon 'beware the psyker, suffer not the witch to live'. Lem wanted nothing to do whatever was giong on over there.