Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150608043113/@comment-24580172-20150630165113

Achillieus began shaking ever so slightly, he could feel the skin being pulled back on his head. Could feel his skin tightening across his body, something was so very wrong he could tell. But he couldn't show any signs of distress, lest Lord Ramius' men open fire on him again. He gently reached a hand up to Miss Harnar and tried to shake her a bit, wondering if he could wake her up. She was a Navigator, maybe she would see what he couldn't. He desperately needed advice as well, and who else to act but one judged as he was. All the while he just silently followed his escorts, he desperately needed to get to his Master. He slowly reached out with his mind to his escorts. He just needed them to be distracted for a moment, a few seconds that is all he needs. Anything. Sleeping, illusions of nightmarish beasts, or even images of loved one. He reached deep into the sensory part of their brain's cortex and began trying to distract the escorts.