Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170512151516

Karliel's expression turns to that of amazement and he grins in anticipation. He was an officer of the Imperial Guard and had seen his fair share of depots and armouries but never had such a vast armoury and personnel at his disposal nor had he ever thought that he would one of the right hands of a new order. For a few seconds he imagines himself as a powerful leader with his own warband going planet to planet building his own empire but snaps out of it once Soin claps. Listening to his comrade, Karliel nods in agreement and responds to Strasse.

"I guess this is a good trial by fire to see if I am worthy of becoming a lieutenant of yours then. Not to worry, we will ensure our forces fight on our terms as well as leave you to work in the shadows until you are ready. Also, Soin is correct, we must save the missile system for when it will be the most beneficial and I believe that if we can surprise Alexander with it, we may have a chance to deal with that witch. I do believe that our little expedition may require some kind of priest as well, I have studied much here about the gods over the course of our time here but lack the knowledge and experience to build proper shrines and perform rituals to please the Blood God. I know Khorne's favoured sacrifices are the shedding of blood and battle but building monuments and shrines would not hurt either. If we can garner some daemonic aid, I have no doubt our foes will surely view myself as the head of this threat and leave you free to build."

Karliel swiftly moves to grab his new rifle and equipment necessary for the expedition. Grabbing a secondary chain axe, some frag and krak grenades, some rations, a bolt pistol, his sabre, a bolter, along with some information he uploaded into his power armor. Once he has grabbed what he deemed necessary and stowed them away either in his belt, on his back, or holstered on his legs, he quickly walks to his chamber grabbing his helm, a Mark VII, and returns with it donned along with his twin chain axes firmly in his hands. His vox-grill turning his voice into a fiercesome growl,

"Lets go bring Spuiq to its knees."