Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140512191137/@comment-64.207.59.154-20140522192837

OOC: Upper Hive is correct. Literally in the middle of the hive, and the War council chamber is on the top of the tallest structure of the Hive. Note that when I said the tithe was referenced from Solutio Prima. Sorry if that got confusing. I didn't want to spout off a number and be wrong with the Cannon. This is a relatively medium size Hive, and only one of two on the planet. I think that they would contribute about 1000 men and about 100k tonnes of metal (take your pick) as this is an ore rich planet.

OOC+: Also, thanks for the encouragement. I like this Hive too!

"Good Choice.", he says, passing his hand over a biometric scanner and stepping directly in front of the door.

The room inside, when seen is very sparsely furnished. There are 10 chairs situated around a rather plain wooden table. there are 4 human sized chairs and 5 Space Marine sized chairs.

"Please, sit if you like, and stand if you must.", the General says, heading to a human sized chair at the head of the table.

At the sight of the Space Marines, the other occupants of the room burst into applause.

There is a portly fellow, with rich-looking robes and multitudes of rings on his fingers. He is wearing the insignia of Planetary Governor. As he claps, his 4 chins jiggle, as if they could move on their own.

To the side, and the only one not clapping is a man of slight proportion. He is wearing about 30 service awards, and has a pin designating him as the leader/commander of the Eidety's 204th Armored Division. Long scars criss-cross his face, giving him an "x" in the middile, the lines intersecting at his nose.

Clapping loudest is the large muscled man sitting at the center of the table. Powerful looking, with a visible two-handed power sword is a man with obvious cheer. He whistles loudly, as if cheering on a vid-episode. Wearing no credentials except that of an Imperial Guard Commander.

Clapping, and not smiling, this person is definitely a Tech-Priest. Utilizing spider-like armatures, he actually does not have a chair. His eyes are lifeless lenses, and both of his arms have been replaced by augments. Holding an ornate axe, he towers above both humans and Space Marines.

The General sits down at his chair and quiets the people that were clapping.

"Space Marines, this council notes your authority, and would have you introduce yourselves. This is a friendly proceeding, and we all go by our first names here. That rule does not apply to you. Any name you give us, we will refer to you by that.", the general smiles and waits for a reply.