Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191117192829

Cyradon offers a curt bow to the gathered men. His voice a growl in part because of his vox-caster but also his annoyance at the situation,

“This development is an issue. With obvious reinforcements arriving from orbit and their engineers killed, the Tau will take us as a more serious threat. Undoubtedly they will come in force to root us out now. Either we must dig in and repel their forces until the rest of the partisans arrive, or we must strike with the few forces at our command at present.”

Cyradon folds his arms across his breastplate, “I have a Chapter serf observing the enemy position, he reports that the Tau armory Is currently heavily garrisoned with hundreds of enemy warriors, drones, and armor guarding it. However, the Tau Commander in charge of their armor makes frequent visits to and from the installation. We might be able to best them, with 4 Astartes, 10 skitarii, 7 scions, a few hundred partisans, and some armor. However, even if we win, we’d be crippled for future attacks and I won’t risk my brothers’ lives on a hopeful victory nor will i waste the lives of your men on a fools errand.”

The librarian pauses, letting the mortals ponder a moment. “Therefore, i suggest digging in. Fortify our position and strike out in a counter-attack from a position of strength after we repel the enemy. It’s possible the Tau won’t attack us, but better to be safe than risk total failure.”

“Now, the question of these overzealous dogs is another matter. They are a problem, a problem I wish to be rid of. They want nothing more than personal glory and seek enemies of the Imperium where there are none. Siros, you are in command here while I am but an advisor. Choose to do with them what you wish. But, from what i can tell from your best men gathered with you now, you share the same beliefs as I do. Know that my brothers and I stand with you should relations turn sour.”

Cyradon voxes his brothers to converge on him and then offers a glance to the Stormtrooper, “I would have assumed a man of your years would know by now that sometimes the overzealous can be just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, than the enemy. Fanatics are an unreasonable lot and will do whatever the “believe” to be right, no matter what the world around them says. This ilk is just that. A bunch of fanatics ready to stab all of us in the back.”