Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170326120034

"By uniforms, I mean disguises."

He continues continues to work on Karliel, making another incision. He's swift in reaffixing the broken ribs, Karliel still conscious but aware of no pain as the internal damage is sealed and repaired by a mass of steal tendrils and bizarre, possibly xenos technology. Strasse seals the incision and turns back to Soin.

"Well, that's the point," Strasse gestures towards it with one hand as he runs his fingers over the controls - steam and smoke rising from the test tube, "It's supposed to be noticeable. In theory, you're delivering the favourite hand maiden of the rebel leader to him, who was lost in a 'tragic accident' - and by that he decapitated her by accident. In his mild upset over the loss, he requested I restore it - though in the process I decided it be better used as an explosive."

He shrugs his shoulders, "But if you're so willing to run through several hundred rebel troopers to get to the gate, and die laying those explosives, be my guests. I'll find better mercenaries.