Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170912013912

Orion would roll his eyes at the gesture, if he had the capacity to, instead ignoring Karliel for a moment to inspect Ceras, only to lose interest him from the air of arrogance that surrounds him. With the gesture of a mechanical hand, Karliel is strapped down to a slab and quickly sliced open by a team of other tech-surgeons and mechanical arms. He is forced to keep breathing and remain conscious as the process begins, more of his ruined flesh stripped away. More adrenaline-enhancers and combat-drugs are pumped into his system, while the armour-plate is thickened. Diplomacy has failed for Strasse so far, and to try and have a berserker act like a diplomat is foolish and wasteful. Instead Orion decides to make use of Karliel in the most economical way possible. Orion himself pays most of his attention to Ruine,

“I hope you understand Ruine, that this is not something one walks away from, nor is it something that fails to affect the mind. I will simply be turning you into a killing machine.”

Ceras finds himself near the centre of the encampment, under the careful eye of a number of Skitarii, and largely left to his own devices by Strasse. There’s not much of interest in the encampment, which is a smattering of small structures; labs, armouries and garages, all quickly assembled behind a line off trenches and tank traps.