[center][h3][b][u]Paolo Piacere[/u][/b][/h3] Primaris Psyker - Commander of Platoon 7 "Remnants" [img]https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf8tJwB/Screenshot-2022-10-28-at-21-19-58.png[/img][/center] Paolo shuffled down the ship's corridor [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHtZM2370Eg]slowly[/url]. He had brought his cane today and was leaning heavily on it. The cluster headaches were particularly tumultuous today. He was followed slowly by a single guard from his company who was slowly inching along with him. A fellow of the Harakoni Warhawks one of the ones he'd saved. "Are you well today sir?" He stated through his rebreather. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/wvH3Qq5Y/Screenshot-2022-10-31-at-20-13-58.png[/img][/center] "Im managing" He stated matter of factly. "Is there any thing i can do?" Said the veteran trooper. "Well, my boy, your orders here is to be my minder... to blow my top off if i start to go" He said while raising two fingers to his temple with a rye smile "Is that a possibility [i]now[/i]?" Said the trooper in a matter-of-fact tone. "I think not" said Paolo "I'll be better when i get some recaff, how far is the officers' mess?" The trooper looked about at the signage painted on the walls "About 50 meters" he held up a knifehand pointing in the right direction "Let us go then" _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ A little while later Paolo arrived at the designated location. He had allowed enough time for his foibles. He was ushered in and sat down at a long wooden table. So far he was the only one there. He ordered the batman to bring a thermos of recaff post-haste, even before the meal had begun. He wasnt going to hobnob with his superiors with a crippling headache. The recaff was brought and a large mug was poured. He weakly brought it to his lips and took a sip. He plucked a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Io5FBPL8H8]strawberry[/url] from a waiting display and sat down. He looked down at the strawberry and his eyes began to narrow. The small strawberry cupped in his hand began to change color, his eyes focused and little sparks chased up and down it as though it was fizzing. The strawberry began to swell and redden, it began to enhance, and began to grow in size. When it was finally the size of an apple his eyes ceased narrowing. He rested it on his silver plate and closed his eyes, silently he began a quick meditation and recitation of the proper warding incantations, so as not to get rusty.