Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-30488984-20180123020813

"Sounds good to me governor. I will be in contact with you shortly."

Aison is greatly pleased with his discovery, his efforts upon this planet have not been entirely worthless. He now has his prize with this knowledge and more with what the governor promised him.

Aison kneels down, looking over the tomes' covers chuckling to himself in excitement. Aison finds himself speaking his thoughts out loud,

"Thank you Orion. Your death is worth more to me than you can ever know. Its too bad my inital plan failed, but this surpasses even my own desires."

Aison smiles as he closes the crate and pats it with his gauntlet. He then closes his eyes and places both gauntlets upon its surface, attempting to empower the Wards and lock it with his arcane knowledge. He alone will be able to access this chest and its contents should his attempts be successful.

He opens his eyes after a brief period of his low incantations and meditation and stands, gazing upon the bone white power armor, wargear, and contents of this lab that remain intact. His minds races with the potential of all this and decides to vox the Sergeant that stood alongside him in the confrontation with the loyalists.

"Sergeant, I want to thank you for standing with me despite the threat those bandits that call themselves Astartes posed to you and your men. You have my eternal thanks. I would ask you for another favor, I require aid in bringing the loot from my adventure here to my ship, if you can send some men to aid me in bringing this gear and materials up, I would be in your debt twice over. Please let them know to handle these with care, I believe they can prove useful in purging the remainder of the enemies of the Governor and Emperor from this planet and allowing your people to finally live in peace. The Power Armor, Weapons, Organs, and Bionics should do. "

At that, Aison grabs the Silver Crate and brings it out of the cavern towards where his ship is located. He nods to the troopers he passes by as a sign of both respect and acknowledgement, knowing that they would know little difference between himself and a loyalst marine. Since he has no mutations or true allegiances to any of the gods (that they can tell) they would not suspect anything about him that might betray his chaotic allegiance. He may be on this planet a while now that the governor may be interested in his employ and so he needs to make sure that those men that may serve under him both admire and trust him.