Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20191011105016

Back in the Chimera, Lem found himself much less sickly then before, now doubt his nerves and stomach calmed by the miasma of chemical cigarette odor surrounding him. While still unable to catch a proper wink of sleep, he instead opted to try a couple of the nutrient bars he had stuffed into his duffel bag, finding them only slightly more stale and slightly less tasteless than those he had received back in the factory.

Chewing on the tough, rubber-like substance, he accustomated his eyes to the sight of the Space Marines riding with them eventually being able to look at the spot right between the lenses of their helmets without rapidly blinking. Despite not being certain, he had a persistent hunch that looking directly at them would damage his eyes, given the aura of holiness and power that surrounded them.