Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140702040002/@comment-24878368-20140723213614

Ragnar walks towards the newly opened door with a cool collected stride that completely contradicts his fellow space marines paranoia. Behind his helmet though his eyes are locked on the General and Gotria. (internal comms: "What did you hear Draven? And did it happen to come from our new friends?") External Vox: "Come now brother Aloysius, no need to threaten the poor tech priest, he is only doing his duty. I agree that the book rightfully belongs to the deathwatch now given that this operation is under our purview, but lets try to remain civil." A sharp bark of laughter can be heard from Ragnar as he puts a bit of an edge to his final words. His eyes never leaving the two strange humans in the kill teams presence. When he finally reaches the doorway he turns to face everyone, his back against the frame. (Internal comms: "Something doesnt smell right about this brothers, I agree with Draven this whole things stinks of trap. Recommend command places the two humans and the tech-priest at the center of formation so that we can keep a better eye on them. Also recommend commanding them to those positions under the guise of keeping them better protected since we do not know these tunnels as well as they do.") External vox: "Shall we continue with the extermination of the xenos threat brothers?" His voice as cool as ice, Ragnar exudes calm confidence with his words.

Kaila knew something was amiss with her master, but she could not place what. His voice was soothing and calm but his smell was tense and alert. His words were like honey, but his smell was like fenrisan winter. She knew the culprits of her masters discontent to be the two smaller men who had joined them last, her discontent still came from the metal man with the heat gun. His smell was that of machine and distasteful fluid. Not for the first time she wanted her master to understand her tounge, the tounge of Fenris, the tounge of her people. She wanted to tell him that only danger would follow the path they were taking. But alas her noises and nudges could only convey so much and the gutteral tounge of man, was one she could not speak. She continued to walk with her master to the doorway placing her self by his side, her back to the wall, keeping one eye on the metal man and the other on the other humans.