"For the record, though I hold considerable sway amongst the cultists, I'm not about to claim command here. Mister Happy over there would likely attempt to turn me into fertiliser if I did." Lukas mused, gesturing to the bulky Khornate.<br/><br/>"So long as we can all nominate somebody sane and intelligent, I get the feeling we'll all get along together just fine."<br/><br/>Stepping over to lean over the shoulder of the Techpriest, he watched her motions curiously, absorbing as much detail as he could. It was an unwieldy, inconvenient thing, but he had no doubt it'd be a boon to their war effort.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>