Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-32600226-20190920215547

As Tarkhan switched out his lower mechandrites for more combat oriented ones, (one a flamer, the other a modified Arc weapon) he started looking around the floor. Ah, there it is, he thought as he picked up Dion's collar and the chip like key. Secreting the key inside his robe he walked over to Dion and, seizing his shoulder, reattached the collar around Dion's neck. "Allow someone with training in the areas biologis to inspect injuries witch," his voice said coldly. He leaned down closer to Dion's ear and said in a much quieter voice, "obey me and the Astarte's instructions and I will arange for the Black Ships to pick you up. Fail to do this and perhaps I will ask the Librarian to check exactly how pure your soul still is.""

His threatening done he physically lifted Dion out of the way and set him aside in order to inspect Lem's injuries. "Hmm, suprised you are still standing with an injury like this," Tarkhan mused. "It would take to long to clone new tissue, but I could replace it with bionics reletively simply if I could find some parts." He left Lem to check if any of his servitors had an appropriately sized bionic arm.