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[major_rawne]

That sounds familiar. Do you have demons, where you come from?

[mandrakeroot]

Yes. [Slightly abrupt, but that's not unusual for him.]

[major_rawne]

Have you ever tried to summon one?

[mandrakeroot]

Magicians banish demons from the world, protecting people from their violence and dangerous tricks. [The party line for commoners, delivered without hesitation. He doesn't know Rawne well enough to risk sharing more.] Do magic users in your world summon demons?

[major_rawne]

Sometimes. It doesn't work out for them.

[If the demons don't kill them, the Inquisition will.]

[mandrakeroot]

Very stupid of them.

[The disdain is completely real. Failures deserve nothing less.]

I take it you don't have magic?

[major_rawne]

No, I'm completely normal. I'd have been taken away by the Black Ships if I had any kind of power.

[mandrakeroot]

What are the Black Ships? Tools of this Imperium you mentioned?

[major_rawne]

Yes, they travel around the galaxy, picking up psykers and bringing them to... wherever they're trained.

[mandrakeroot]

How efficient.

Have you studied science?

[major_rawne]

Yes, though my school days are long behind me. Most of what I know is only applicable in war.

[mandrakeroot]

How do you use it in war?

[major_rawne]

Making weapons is science. Making and using explosives doubly so.

[mandrakeroot]

Oh, just that type of science.

[major_rawne]

Like I said, my school days were a long time ago.

[mandrakeroot]

[Makes sense, he does look old.]

Have you been here long?

[major_rawne]

Nearly four years, including the year on the Flotilla. So, long enough.