Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-32600226-20191026172314

One by product of never being trusted by others is that Tarkhan very rarely trusted others. He had been devoting considerable logic cycles to decrypting the space marine codes and had achived little other than finding more encryption. He considered, if he devoted more logic cycles to it he would likely crack the decryption faster, but it would start imparing his ability to think of half a dozen other thing simulataniusly. The more he thought however the more he was concerned, why would the Blood Angels send such a small force? Anything less than a full company was usally a waste of a void-craft. Why was there no Sanguinary Priest to recover gene-seed? Space marines never risked losing precious gene-seed. And most concerning, what kind of names were Beta and Omega? Tarkhan had never heard of Blood Angels or any of their succesors using code names.

All this he thought as he walked up to where Cyradon was talking with the leader of the partisans. "If you will pardon me," he said to Cyradon before turning to Siros. "I am Magos Tarkhan of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Do you have any broken or malfunctioning equipment here that would be useful that I may inspect?"