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[Prosperan Son]

Arana clasped her hands together in thought, leaning back against the chair." Indeed, The Unseen thought it wise to bring forth the xenos. It is ironic that their records indicate that they prove to be more loyal than those they are serving." She laughed dryly before moving onto the net segment." The Warp Talons. Where do you want them placed?"

[Armoured Priest]

Devourer stood at attention and kept listening to the two talk. He keep mental notes of all the tactcial and strategic plans for the upcoming battle, but the rest of his mind keep wondering to other places. He was not much for these long talks, he wanted to move on and go to the actual battlefield and oversee the units with his own eyes. One of his predator eyes wonder everynow and then to one of the menials going back and forth on one of thier duties, his jaws clacking together as he kept the hunger of boredom back, for now.

[Thugren]

As the witch speaks thugren motions at devourer to leave . "Attend to your duties devourer I will entertain the alpha legions pet."

Thugren looks at the witch carefully. " we talk payment now woman."

[Prosperan Son]

Arana's smile faded, her humor one. Back to business then. " An Astartes Strike Cruiser." A small fire forming inside her clasped hands. Stretching her hands farther from each others. The emerald fire formed into the image of the Astartes Vessel." It was once a vessel of the Space Wolves. You'll find several weapons caches within the ship as well as three hundred suits of acquired power armor. The designs of which vary"

[Armoured Priest]

Gogira gave a low growl in anticipation. He bowed his head slightly in respect, knowing the witch is getting...annoyed now. He chuckled quietly as the thought ran through his head. As he lumbered away from the device and to the hangers for a thunderhawk to transport him, his clawed reptilian hand shot out to a near by menial to grab him by the throat and crush his neck. 'A meal to go.' he thougt to himself.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Thugren]

Thugren grins, his teeth showing

" do I get under your skin? Good."

He click his clawed on five deprecate areas on the map

" the warp talons are to land here when combat begins."

Thugren nods at gogira as he leaves and he focuses on the witch. " I am going to make something clear for the both of us. I will be sending one of my brides with you to check the ship and make sure the payment is good."

[Prosperan Son]

" Do what you feel is necessary to ease your distrust. It is understandable given the contractors." She stifled a yawn, used to such skepticism regarding her. It was one thing that she was a psyker, something already loathed across the galaxy, it was another thing entirely that she operated under the Alpha Legion. Arana looked towards Gogira as he left, the man within his grasp struggling desperately. The menial croaked and rasped, clawing at Gogira's arm. Fingers running bloody as they sc*CENSORED*d uselessly against his arm. His defiance ended when his neck was finally crushed.

Arana came to her feet, the base of her staff hitting the floor abruptly." If that will be all then? I have to prepare the supplicants." She inquired. She stared into Thugren's eyes, her face as always impassive and hard to read.

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgira lifted the now limp body, and with his crocodilian like jaws, bite down on one of the arms and rip it off with a vicisious jerk. The entire appedage dissappered into the maw, sicking crunches and ripping of flesh was heard as he chewed. 'Not bad, could be better with seasoning.' he thought to himself as swallowed. He took bites everynow and then till he could find the hanger with all the transports.

[Thugren]

Now that you say that..."

Thugren grinned shifting his weight and grunting l there is one thing.."

Thing tens hand shoots out with blinding speed and wraps around the witches throat in an iron vise, choking her just enough so she can't speak

1d100 rolled for a total of: 100 (100)

In my culture we do not allow serpents to bite... And your legion is infamous for that."

Thugren grins and make a small knick on the witches cheek and gently pushes a small wriggling seed into the wound.

" this is for extra insurance."

Thugren lets the woman fall to the floor roughly as a woman, swathed in shimmering purple cloth comes from the room thugren had entered.

" Tania this is Arana of the alpha legion... You are to follow her... At all times."

The woman. Beautiful blak eyes consider the down psyker and she nods.

" as you wish shola...

[Prosperan Son]

Arana's eyes widened in surprise as his surged forward to pluck her from the ground."Wha-"Was all she she could manage to say. She struggled to loosen his grip, clawing at his helmet. She bite's at his hand as he cuts her cheek, gnawing at it in pain as he forces the seed into her cheek.

She yelps as she is thrown across the ground . She rises to her feet, hissing in anger at the Chaos Marine. The air around her staff distorts as electricity forms around the tip, crackling. She eyes the Chaos Marine and his servant, growling before coming to her senses. The arcs of energy dissipate as she storms out of the room, ignoring both.