Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20190922170838

Dion lowered himself while still watching the Tech-Priest, he inserted the key and took out the collar. He allowed a stream of aether energy to fill his arms and broke the collar. He had to be sure that the damned cog-worshipper won't use it again. Dion threw away the now two useless pieces of Ceramite and looked around himself.

The rouge psyker could not start or support any conversation that other members of the group had. He merely sitted himself and put his Gelt Gun on the ground. He took out his knife and made a small cut on his palm. With his other arm, he marked his gun with runes of blood, involing the Summon Object.

He had no allies, only potential enemies. He could not imagine that so many servants of the Imperium will fight alongside him. Every step mattered. He would have to use every wit in his arsenal if he is to survive and prosper from this mission.