Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-32600226-20191030030549

Tarkhan zeroed in on the Leman Russ tanks, his bionic eye taking a dozen readings of every part he could see, every flaw, every break. He strode to them, calling out to the tank crews, "guardsmen! Are these vehicles in your care? If so, I need you to tell all you can of the problems they are having." As he spoke his mechandrites unfolded as he assessed the damaged, his flamer heating the armor plates inorder for the servo-arm and other, smaller mechandrites forced them back into shape.