Stepping back from the table a moment, the spell slinger of Chaos panned his sight around the room. Contemplating. "Sir Lukas, would you and our dear Ferrik organize the cultists into squads, each with a respective leader who will recieve and relay orders for us, and account for their underlings. I trust two veterans like yourselves can pick out such desired figures. Lay-Priestess, if you could get aid in rounding up the weapons and tending to their spirits? Oh, and I have a special request, a favor to ask of you, in reference to all launchers and mortar weapons..." Ellion steepled his metal tipped fingers, plotting...<br/><br/>"Once we have squads formed, send a few scouting, but rotate them so they get rest. The rest, give a hearty drilling session." Turning to the Khoranite with a wicked grin. "These are civilians, nobility and poor folk, I am not asking for Astrates material..." head dipping in slight respect to the power armoured man. "Just that you put obediance in their movements, understanding in their heads, and most of all, pride in their hearts." The telepathic fiend tapping a single finger to his chest before bowing his head once more and turning to regard the maps once more. He had a lot of planning, he needed to be smarter then their enemies. For if leadership had indeed been set upon his shoulders, he damn well needed to play the part...<br/><br/>An incompitent leader means a doomed army. He would not allow this of those who treated him like a human. No... They didn't treat him as a human, they viewed him as better, they realized what he was, a supperior being. Above human, not a subpar mutation to be culled out. Chaos, it's Gods and followers had lifted him from destitution, saved him from the Black Fleet, and given him a reason to live... And now? Now they ellected him a leader! The Corpse on a throne and it's blind servants would have slain him by now, while the panthion of the Warp was heralding him already! It, it did not mearly warm his heart, it set his insides ablaze with ferver! He knew now the battlelust of Ferrik, to serve something greater, as Lukas. Even little June had lessons and likenesses to himself. Under the Imperium's iron fist, they were slaves, bound in perspective and limits, but in Chaos... In Chaos they could thrive! Excell and expand their understanding and arts!<br/><br/>It made him want to cry out! To scream his joy and ferver to the walled in skies! But no! No... Not now... Now was the time for planning, an opertunity to boalster themselves and strengthen their forces. Hopefully the prophet and marine would not butcher and shoot eachother, hopefully they would find common ground in the militarizing of their men and women. He did not expect friendship of the two, just cooperation...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>