Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191004214821

"You Legionaries, form a perimeter around the Chimera. Don't let the local militia near it. You tell them you have orders to shoot, you do NOT, let that be clear. A threat is all you need...now, EYES UP!", Hen said to the nameless Penal soldiers, then turned to Lem and Ishmael," You two did well, especially you Ishmael. Do as you wish, of course, but don't wonder far, this is hostile territory far as we are concerned..."

Henriksen salutes the two men before he leaves the vehicle, brushing past the few men tasked with looking after the Chimera as his boots crunched into the dry ground. This place looked like a wasteland, but then so did his homeworld...because it was. He scanned around for the Scions, easily picking them out of the gathering. The agent walked over to the three men.

"Hail, Scions of The God Emperor! It is good you live, no? I am Grenadier Henriksen, that over there *points to the Marine leading the group* is Cyradon. So...", Hen paused to look around, taking his Helm off; wet, matted hair pasted over part of the I on his forehead,"...I take it your other mates didn't make it?"