The Barbed Hook

*He walks in*

*Pyriel walks up to the bridge, and sends a hailing request to the warsmith*

Ooc...both at the same time? Brilliant...not sure wat to do

OOC: answer at the same time and be a smug git, or tell one to wait

OOC: Have guards stop my guy until you n Rae are done.

OOC. hehe.... a guy was banned from the site of the prime minister for saying this:
"If Orbán(PM) was Napoleon, the battle of Waterloo would have been called a victory"

as in, they spent like 100 million to try and get emigrants back into the country, like 50 returned, and they called it an overwhelming success and said there was huge interest in the program...

as lucius approaches what appear to be 2 large doors shut infront of him
Unknown metallic voice: You will wait

meanwhile
+What is it, salamander?+

"Okay....."

+Your men arrived, impressive soldiers. now, care to share your battle plan?+

+Well the first job is to locate the alpha legion. not an easy task+

+A trap perhaps, make them come to us.+

+Perhaps the first task is to assign leaders for this task force+

OOC. X-COM 2: The elite squad meant to save mankind from alien enslavement:

1 Aussie crocodile hunter who runs around with his shotgun and a frikkin sword, slashing aliens in half
1 (stereotipically arrogant and laid-back) American woman with huge-ass shades, even at night
1 Irish sniper who even shits by the book... except that she is a better shot with her pistol than her sniper so she usually just charges the enemy and blasts them in the face with her huge revolver...
1 Japanese with intimidating pink, heart patterned armor and gatling gun, and bright blue hair.

The fate of humanity rests upon the shoulders of these brave heroes...
*salutes*

+One of my men and one of yours, perhaps?+

"Precisely"

+assign your best man. I will mine.+

+Ask for crach. He's a vigilator. He'll be best suited+

+It does strike me your men are... less than talkative.+

+theyre professional+

+indeed. In any case, contact me if you find anything useful, I'll continue planetary scans and get the men preped for combat+

+affirmative. Farewell+

+*he chuckles quietly* iron within.+

The warsmith soesnt respond. The call ends

Back with lucius tge doors start shifting

"Can I go in?"

"Affirmative. You may proceed"

They are removed...at which point it is clear they arent doors. Theyre the shields of two large battle automata, shield in one hand, hammer in the other, some twin linked large bore bolter type weapon on one shoulder and their faces bearing the iron mask of the iron warriors

*He looks at them for a moment before walking past*

He notes two more at the gateway ahead

"More robotic guardians"

Finally he approaches the throbe (remember its description?) The last two automata at its foot, the warsmith sat atop

OOC: Nope

"I am here, as requested"

Ooc imagine book version of the iron throne but made of power armour, of those he has personally killed, massive, impressive, ugly
Ic "and so comes the man out of time, he who has traversed the warp and yet still breathes, the warrior of the future gracing my throne with his presence *chuckles* Should I be honoured or just pity you?"

OOC: massive, impressive, ugly, and tacky :p

"A mix of both leaning towards the former"

He stands to his feet
"What is your name? Your real name. Do not lie to me like you did my men"

"What makes you believe I lied?"

"My cabal of sorcerers have been watching you. Theyre adept at telling when lies pass one's lips"

*He raises an eyebrow inside the helmet*

"Robert Darjeeling"

"Well then robert. Greetings. I am Djurah A'doran. I do not know if you have heard of me."

"A pleasure, Djurah"

"Rare that anyone says that to me who isnt simply trying to prolong their life"

"Well I am an oddity so don't be too surprised"

"True. Am i to assume you are not in our time by choice?"

"Yes, you are"

"Of course. From when do you come?"

"The closing days of the 41st millenium"

"I see...then you must know things"

"Yes, yes I do. I know who wins, I know what this war causes, I know what this empire becomes"

"I have but one question. I care not for most of what you know, too much foreknowledge is dangerous"

"A wise belief, ask away"

"I wish to know this. What becomes of my legion?"

"They will survive"

"More than that. Mere survival means nothing on its own. Deprive a man of everything except life and he will be a pitiful creature indeed"