Ilyedan watched his compatriot idly, shifting the ancient flamer in what would be to an Eldar ill concealed impatience. His fiery orange carapace armor was worn, and he silently chided himself for letting it become so worn down. The ceramite and plasteel of the Mon-Keigh just left much to be desired, and he would have to remember to ask the Captain to trade for the more exotic materials of their home world.
Cuing the crude little vox bead in his helmet, the former Fire Dragon opened a channel to Okan as he heard the vox transmission.
'Okan.. I didn't receive that last transmission.. This clunky suit is malfunctioning, what was your transmission?'
__________________  "Truth is infinite. It is defined by our perception of the facts; therefore we can never know absolute truth, we can only guess at it. A man who knows he has done no wrong needs no redemption, regardless of the views of others. The truth is what he believes it to be. A man who knows he has done wrong can only be redeemed when he chooses to forgive himself."
-Lord Inquisitor Balkoth
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