[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius let his stormbolter drop, sheathing his sword quickly as his shadowy friend began his work. He well knew the effect his ancients weapons machine spirits had on his friends curious rites to the Machine-God, and much more so the disturbance his psyker abilities gave him.

For once, he used his silent, yet steady voice instead of local comms and such as Relic began to work. It was strange, as Julius made it a practice not to speak, so vox thieves could not capture his vocal profile and use it.

His family, being an old line of warriors from Ancient Terra could trace it's roots back to a country the text books called Amyrica, and further from that his family claimed descent from the Itahlyens, and their forebearers, the Roamins.

He himself suspected the transition from the various languages of Earth to the multi-blended language of Gothic, then the split into High and Low, had horribly mutated the names, but it was well known the Roamins ruled most of the known world of old Earth, and did so for an admirable amount of time for a planetary Empire.

So when he spoke, it was with quiet command. Not the dry, whisper like voice most might expect from his slim frame. Rather it was with that quiet, wise voice, that carried with it the richness of a patrician senator in the ancient Empire. His voice did not command or demand obedience. It just simply expected and inspired it, just as any good leaders should, he thought.

'Grendel... Do not move it you can, take as few breaths as your may. This is Relic, a hidden member of our team. Once we leave this room, do not, if you can help it, speak of his existence. You may speak to acknowledge the command my friend. Questions are applicable too, at this point, I imagine.. Oh, and above all do not let your mind wander and use your warp-gifts or psyker talents, or any rune talismans on you... They interfere with him fiercely'

OOC: Damn you pert.. This is what happens when I need to reply during the middle of writing fluff >.<