"I am Inquisitor Ling Defaln of the Ordo Malleus, mind you I'm only telling this because we are stuck upon this ship. Are you a Imperial Sanctioned Psyker?" Said the Inquisitor. "[b][u]And I am Arknin, Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus.[/u][/b]" said the Priest in more buzzes and noises.

Ah, nice to meet you Mr. Inquisitor. [i]Alon bows formally, in a simple yet elegant fashion.[/i] No, I don't think I ever got approved or whatnot. They didn't mind it as long as I didn't blow uo the damn city. I prefer the term mage but Psyker will do, I guess. [i]Alon turns to the Tech Priests, clearing his throat and straining his face and lips to speak in a succession of mechanical clicks and whirs.[/i] [u]Well met, Master of Machines. It's an honour. I never truly understood your art but it'll hopefully come to me one day.[/u] Anyways, any news of sorts?

"Hmm...where do I begin on such a question. Well, Daemons and their ungodly prescence has turned worse. Clearly some anomaly is happening in the Warp but everyone's scared shitless to enter it and frankly I don't blame them. Some Necrons have been poking around but nothing out of the ordinary...Tyranids have been missing thank the Emperor for that. and that's all I can think of off the top of my head. Oh and do avoid a certain person clad in red."

[i]Alon grinned; one unfamiliar to the men but altogether familiar to those Alon knew.[/i] Person in red? Anomaly? Sounds like fun. Rather not get myself involved but it seems I'm here so I'm involved. Any information on the two things you just mentioned besides "stay away"?

"Basically he is...A Xeno." The Inquisitor said with obvious disgust. "The only reason they, yes there's more than 1 are allowed to even be in the Imperiums camps is because I saw a advantage to them.." "They are Eldar, or Space Elves. Basically those Xenos are to stay away from Imperium refugees due to the fact it can stir up more than enough trouble."