Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-30488984-20180128071915

Aison grins under his helmet at the compliment. This money will buy the loyalties of hundreds of agents and he can build a shadow network to gather any and all information he desires. This is the beginning of his shadow empire, however, he will first ingratiate himself with the tomes, scrolls, and plans he looted from Orion's cavern and attempt to make use of the loot he gathered. Many long nights will be spent studying, engrossing himself in the lore he has discovered to master his psychic gifts and dominate those who stand in his way.

Aison's mind returns to the present and he nods to the governor.

"I will be in touch, Governor."

Aison prepares to enter the ship then pauses, seeing his comrade already in the vessel, he turns around, taking his helmet off and holds in under his arm. The governor would see his crystaline blue eyes, shaved head, and sharp features as he peers into the governor's face trying to read the man standing before him. Keeping his tone low so that only the governor could hear,

"When you rid yourself of those Astartes, I would be greatly interested in that Gene-Seed. Attaining that would....expand the services I can provide."

At that, Aison smiles, nods to the governor, then turns about and boards the vessel.

As he passes Ceras, his comrade would see the strange color of Aison's eyes but he smiles, pats Ceras' pauldron and moves to the cockpit of the ship, grabbing his the crate and taking it along with him. Placing the crate next to where he has seated himself, Aison prepares for the depature by entering into the higher enumerations. It feels like a lifetime since he conducted this practice and he once again feels at ease. One could even say that he feels at home.