Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-30715799-20170512144922

Rosalinds heavy boots clanged against the grated floor as she approached Torki. She gave the Captin a withering glare. A hard, wet slap sounded through the hanger as her gauntleted hand struck his face, flecks of blood flying to the deck.

"What makes you think you get to ask for such things? After how badly you messed up, you'll be lucky if Kerns can get YOU back...", Ironstin said in a calm even voice that dripped anger, then to Mord," (Sigh) Well, he isn't totally wrong. I'll forfit any reward I might recive for this in exchange for the psyker. If thats not agreeable, so be it, but I will need Torki back after this is over. He's too valuable an asset to lose, even as a mutant."

Rosalinds fixed her duster a little before resting her right hand on the old Sororita helm mag-locked to her hip. Its angry red eye lenses glaring at Torki while she regarded Mord.