05-20-2015, 12:03 AM
Galel nodded to Okor, his third eye scanning the arrival platform for any sign of Tartaros. "I have theories about him, too. His armour, his demeanour... it is not becoming of a son of horus. I believe he-" He spoke, suddenly silencing himself as he spotted Tartaros striding towards them. "I will speak of it later..." He muttered, turning to Tartaros and giving a slight bow. "Did he ask you to demonstrate your abilities, Castus?" Galel chuckled, his attention seemingly focused on idle conversation. His third eye had other plans, probing about in an effort to discern the loyalties of Tartaros.
No Imperial iconography, at least none that has been used in the recent millenia. No chaos iconography, at all. Ancient colours and badges. Who is he? A servant of the Corpse-Emperor? A follower of Malal, perhaps? Or a thrall to some xeno? Perhaps all of them at once? Galel's mind filled itself with conjecture, churning within even as his outward demeanour reflected that of a calm and collected tactician. "I was just thinking the same thing, Castus. Okor thinks as much as well. If we size up our competition, collect information, then we will have the advantage."
Galel grinned. "Knowledge is power, after all." He chuckled, clapping Tartaros on the pauldron and turning to look at the crowd. "So many targets, so little time. Perhaps we should start with they who fought the xeno creature that shot those holes in your armour, Okor."
No Imperial iconography, at least none that has been used in the recent millenia. No chaos iconography, at all. Ancient colours and badges. Who is he? A servant of the Corpse-Emperor? A follower of Malal, perhaps? Or a thrall to some xeno? Perhaps all of them at once? Galel's mind filled itself with conjecture, churning within even as his outward demeanour reflected that of a calm and collected tactician. "I was just thinking the same thing, Castus. Okor thinks as much as well. If we size up our competition, collect information, then we will have the advantage."
Galel grinned. "Knowledge is power, after all." He chuckled, clapping Tartaros on the pauldron and turning to look at the crowd. "So many targets, so little time. Perhaps we should start with they who fought the xeno creature that shot those holes in your armour, Okor."