[i]Said alcoholic cyborg visible relaxed, taking another sip from his drink. He then turned around to face Chloanne, leaning against the bar. [/i] "I mean, your brother is an Inquisitor of the Imperium.. The same Imperium that can murder planets themselves and everything on them, and have those walking steroids.. Uh.. Adeptus Astartes? I dunno.. Not to mention that he has some neat things, like.. Artificer Armour, I think it's called."