Shattered Hope: Sepherus Secundus

Varstras leans in to whisper into Lazerus' ear. "If we need authorization, I bet they have even MORE exotic guns and other machines with wonderfully unique spirits...come on, let's go get permission!" He said excitedly, tugging on the Tech-Preist's arm and torso impatiently.

Lazerus brightened up. At last! Someone was finally making sense! It was a wee bit of a bother to go get permission, but he was sure it would be worth it. Letting go of the Hellgun (in truth he shouldn't have been quite so fascinated. They were rare, but not THAT rare. It was just......weaponry in particular that made him feel a warm little glow inside. Besides the trooper had been moving too much for easy study anyway) he turned and nodded enthusiastically at Varstras.
Unfortunately he seemed to have a bit of mixed luck with the holy artefacts of the Omnissiah, in particular those installed when he had been called to priesthood. In this case his vox-synth had a bit of an....edge to it. Non-initiates often stated wincing in prolonged conversation with him, so he tried to avoid talking much now, unless of course it was about something interesting. Like gear ratios.

Varstras grinned widely and proceeded towards the hab block, Lazerus in tow as he motioned for everyone else to follow quickly.