Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20180810021948

Ciaran kept his groan internal. By the Throne, what possessed the Commander to assign him this team. The Ultramarine and Nova Wolf were all right and he was always happy to work with another son of the Raven, but assigning a Librarian with trust issues and a Black Templar to the same team was asking for trouble. Still perhaps this mission would help them overcome their flaws.

"Ah," Ciaran remembered suddenly. "One last instruction. As the Inquisitor mentioned, the Imperial forces already there are not part of the Astra Militarum, they work for Rouge Trader." Ciaran grimaced, "even under ideal circumstances Rouge Traders are not to be entirely trusted. We will avoid making contact unless absolutely nessisary. In fact from the moment we touch ground we will be switching to vox communications only and switching the channel every hour. I know this may seem extreme, but I have learned in the past that one can never be too careful."

Ciaran looked at Volprecht, he knew enough of the Templars, as well as the others, personalities that he could fairly easily guess what they were thinking. Astartes were so diciplined and indoctrinated that it was easier than with mortals. Opening a private vox channel to Volprecht's helmet Ciaran spoke again, "Templar, I know just how hard this mission will be for you, but not every job we are given comes with the choice to follow our teachings and oftimes we cannot choose our companions. I do not know why Commander Totdgrimm chose you for this mission, but I trust his judgement and wisdom. I pray you will do the same. If nothing else, once we are on the ground, there should be plenty of things that are more appropriate targets for our mutual hatred."