Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180623132248/@comment-27084731-20180627035752

Xylius moved towards the appothecary and waited for his turn, he curtly nods at the others and looked at the busy tech marine on the far side and noticed the line, he opeted to go to the apothecary first and to then wait for his turn for his armor to be repaired before he goes to the "armory" to rearm and replenish his supplies, and maybe fined a power weapon for a more efficient close quarter combat as he mulled upon his nicked blade, the alien skull was thick.. too thick for his comfort. He stood quiet. and still.. mulling over the dead and the genes they didnt manage to recover.