Kheres
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Kheres, Iron Hands Techmarine
Player: Deadguy

Once the fortifications were established and the gun turrets back online, the Iron Hand seemed a bit more at ease. He gathered his bolter and checked the ammunition, giving a small prayer to it's spirit for accuracy and smooth operation.

"Let us go forward. Any surviving crew located will be allowed respite within the sanctum?" The last question was directed toward the lead tech-priest. It was hallowed ground for them, but keeping the remaining crew safe would be impossible for the team once they departed to the heretic camps. He needed to know they could shelter behind the reenforced blast doors until extraction.

Spoiler: OOC: Checks
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