Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180112125145/@comment-1734134-20180123011436

(OOC: I'm calling meta gaming on that Silvered. There's no way you would have reason to destroy your sniper rifle - you had no reason to think it had been weapon jinx'd.)

The Governor replies with a supremely smug tone in his voice, "I'm glad to see that the loyalists have been warded off without any more loss of life. Gene seed interests me little. However, I will leave method of communication with you, Aison, with your ship and payment."

Orion's cavernous lair is decked with computer equipment and archaic looking machinery. Much of it has been damaged or lost by the final missile launch, crushed or blown to pieces. Other machines appear to have been wiped of their knowledge, Orion's death producing a kill code. Still, Aison is still able to find some strange objects among the wreckage. Ancient bone white power armour is stored in several chambers throughout the lower levels, alongside older marks of bolter and chain-sword. Replacement mechanical limbs and organs are stacked in massive cages or storage bins.

But the true prize is a large crate bound in silver brass and silver chains and covered in protective runes. It doesn't take much effort to open it, the psyker discovering an extensive collection of ancient tomes, scrolls and crumpled plans Orion appears to have collected from various sources over the years.

A Chimera awaits the renegades outside the cavern, guarded by a collection of heavily armed Stormtroopers.

The loyalists are able to leave the camp without much effort. The Guard do not bar their march, nor do they pay them much heed. Within minutes of leaving the camp perimeter, the somewhat irritated sounding voice of the Inquisitor fills their ears,

"I see the tech-fiend was dealt with, but what's going on with the Governors forces? How did they take the camp so quickly?"