Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20171204082156/@comment-30014014-20171206182905

''Having finished his prayer to the cosmos, Drason could now attend the emergency meeting, whatever it was. He shoves his tiny medallion in the effegy of the emperor into his armor, hidden in the inner folds before picking up his material, especially his M36 pattern Lasgun. He was always someone war-ready, honed by decades of planetary wandering.''

He walks out, going for the yard...