Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20150214113638/@comment-14745711-20150321015150

Matthias had completed his last minute inspection of the engines and, finding everything in order, returned to his chambers. He had arrange so that all of the ships main systems could be monitored from here. No readings were abnormal. Satisfied he turned to where one of his servitors stood, currently deactivated. With quiet calm, but some anticipation, Matthias removed from the cyborg's stomach, a simple fist sized orb of silver metal. It was for this that he had committed his tech heresies, for this had he been banished, and for this had his right arm been taken. There was a faint pattern on the orb's surface; faintly gleaming silver lines. "I will know what secrets you hold," vowed the tech priest, as he had done many times before, "this time, I will find a way to open you."