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[Caellath]

Lemanov raises an eyebrow for a brief moment before blinking. "So you had far more unpleasant things on your clothing?"

"Well, I have to admit it is an unusual way of bonding, the scene of brave soldiers being sent into the battlefield vomitting on each other. Is that a custom in more imperial worlds or just the one you came from?" the young man follows with his question, putting a hand on his chin as if considering the image with some interest.

His civilization had been recently re-discovered by the Imperium and he thought that maybe what he had been taught hadn't been enough. Theory is rarely better than practical experience, after all.

[mesor]

"Hah no it was just what you might call a squad tradition, we had a new officer almost every time we were redeployed, for some reason our officers kept dieing. So it was our way of welcoming the next dead man to the squad and having a laugh before we went into battle.
As for unpleasant things, well, have you ever been coated in Ork blood? It stinks, it's sticky and it does not come off easily.

Look towards our resident psyker.
Hey pysker, read my mind and tell me what I'm thinking.

[NobodyPro]

Alba groaned, mourning the weakness of her flesh. "...I'll live," she mumbled, wiping herself off with the cloth. "Thank you."

[ Servitor, what is our estimated time of arrival? ]

To the others, your instruction sounds like a series of loud clicks but the servitor hears and understands. The metallic voice comes over the vox once more.

"Estimated time until arrival: twenty-three minutes, thirteen seconds."

[Dsarker]

The psyker is too busy reading her book and trying to stay as far away from the others as possible.

[mesor]

Take a nap after shouting at the psyker.

"Just do it you damned void jocky, it'll only take a minute and you don't need to come near me to do it."

(( Sorry bout the insults but my fellowship is 11, so expect vulgar behavior and insults from me regularly. ))

[Dsarker]

Invoke for turn.
If successful, cast suggestion on the loud unpleasant guard, the suggestion that I have already read his mind and don't need to again.

[Gamerlord]

"Someone shut up the coghead. I don't want her doing anything to the servitor."

[mesor]

(( I'm a boy. ))

[Dsarker]

(( I'm a boy. ))

OOC thread.

[Caellath]

"Guardsman, is being rude to your fellow companions while caked in vomit during descent also a tradition of yours?" Lemanov asks, tapping the side of his head. "I hardly believe being rude to other servants of the God Emperor will assist your endeavors."

The knight nods towards the psyker and crosses his arms as he waits for the end of the descent, occasionally eyeing some of the people who seemed to have been thrown into a blender to make sure they are fine.

The young man shifts his gaze to the assassin as he complains.
"I heard tech-priests are competent in their area of expertise, and I also do not believe she would do something to the shuttle since it would endanger her as well."

[mesor]

"You've clearly never been around soldiers for an extended period of time, being rude in general is, but I want to demonstrate my rather unique talent and he's the only psyker here, so unless you'd rather I summon a daemon to demonstrate with?"

[NobodyPro]

Invoke for turn.
If successful, cast suggestion on the loud unpleasant guard, the suggestion that I have already read his mind and don't need to again.

You feel as if you should be able to manifest the power but something seems to be clouding the warp. Gabriel, however, does not know that you have failed as you have not looked up from your book.

[Gamerlord]

"Tech-priests are inhuman machines. She can't be trusted in anything. I hope you understand that or she'll sacrifice your life in a second."

[mesor]

"Sigh, never mind psyker."
Take a nap.

[Dsarker]

"You've clearly never been around soldiers for an extended period of time, being rude in general is, but I want to demonstrate my rather unique talent and he's the only psyker here, so unless you'd rather I summon a daemon to demonstrate with?"

At the Guard's mention of daemons, Roth freezes up, and starts rocking back and forth on her seat, chanting the Litany of Protection louder and each louder with each repetition. "Oh Emperor of Mankind, Send your gaze to me with benevolence, watch over Your servant and soldier, and protect me from peril. Oh Emperor of Mankind, Send your gaze to me with benevolence, watch over Your servant and soldier, and protect me from peril. Oh Emperor of Mankind, Send your gaze to me with benevolence, watch over Your servant and soldier, and protect me from peril!"