Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191117054757

"Forgive me, but it won't be as simple as disarming them and slapping on the shackles. That's not just some fresh faced Commissar out there.", Hen said with a slight rasp in his voice as he spoke quickly, he removed his helm and slicked back his hair. The stylized I stood out, glossy in the sweat." That is a Scion caliber Commissar with 7 Troopers backing him up. If the situation here deteriorates further, if the Imperial forces are further divided, then my mission here has failed. He doesn't have to be dealt with severely, he need simply be sent after the Magos. I feel certain saw him fawn over alien tech....I will not fail my master here. Nor will I condone turning outright against loyal servants of the Imperium, just because of the level of his Zeal."

Hen looked blank, but his eyes were wide and filled with agitation. The thought of failing his master was a disturbing one. His mission here was open ended and not clearly defined, but "help the planet" was clear enough. If his master was forced to intervene even... Hen had seen others flayed for lesser failures. His demeanor became stern as he thought. His eyes were harsh as a las beam as he regarded the officer and Marine, a look his master had given often; then his gaze softened slightly. Only slightly.