*Fuira*
I know... But your first to know my language bar my clan..
Its a connection to my probbly lost home..
*goes back to leaning English, with heavy accent that gives it more a Nordic feel *
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*Jarl*
Phew... Maria. Well her family may need her right now.
Events have been interesting.
*Verias looks over*
I am Duke Verserian, seems everyone else knows. Father to Princess Marinalia... Rogue trader.
*and you are... Sir?
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*Maria*
This...
*pulls out a small ring box and opens containing's a rather large and very well cut ring in Terran diamond and Martian gold*
Her grandmothers... Priceless...
*sighs*
My Bothers Fiance was after it...
Hell no... It ain't leaving real family.
Even if she not use if for years, I ai t letting her get it.
Hey Hanna, morning.
We getting ready to head back. Gonna ty and find a way home..
*Thoth nods*
Thoth: It was simple enough to learn. I simply bugged your camp and figured it out from there.
*Continues teaching, patiently and expertly*
*Gharn frowns*
Gharn: You are Maril's father? I thought he was dead?
*Iris oooohs*
Iris: Ooooh! That's beautiful!
*She smiles*
Iris: Keeping things like this in family would be wise
*Iris smiles brightly at Hanna*
Iris: Good morning my dear!
*She opens her arms for a hug*
*Furia frowns*
That was quite ... Unfriendly.
*still learns well, despite struggling with some more advanced language, Grammar and such*
...
*Veserian nods*
So did alot of people...
The family like to think I am. Maria and I certainly departed on harsh words.
I am very much alive, and found her despite the Martians best efforts.
...
*Maria smiles*
Very pretty. I could not let her get it. Mike might complain, but it was her inheritance, he can afford a new one.
And its too... Well I can give it to her.
Marlin, well. I hope she needs it eventually.
*smiles as Iris seems happy with Hanna*
You two, too cute.
*Thoth clicks his beak unconcernedly*
Thoth: It was required. Now on with your lessons.
*He continues teaching*
*Gharn nods*
Gharn: Good. She will be happy to have father again I'm sure.
*Can't help but keep a tone of wistfulness out of his voice as he turns and carries Dria off to thier room*
*Morgan sits outside smoking a pack of Jake's old cigs he found*
*Iris beams happily and hugs Hanna back*
Iris: Well... do you know how to start a fire Hanna?
*Iris gestures to the sticks and branches she gathered*
Iris: Well, here would be nice. If we get it big enough, someone might see it and come find us. Like Horus! Or Gharn! They'd know how to get out of here! Or at least how to get us un-lost.
*Maria*
You can keep the fire going, keep it fed and keep us warm.
*smiles to Iris and puts the rather ooohy ring away*
Aye... That would be handy. Its easy Hanna... We got some spare wood. You can have a go.
...
*versarian laughs coldy*
You seem to think I was a good father.. Quite the opposite.
*shrugs as not hiding anything*
*Marla and Malrlin where chatting in corridor a second*
Gharn...Dira. We where seaching half the base for you and more....
Dira... Morri is looking for ya.
*marinalia nods*
Aye, we where getting ready to do a overflight of Forrest.
*tries to shout for Morri if she anywhere near*
...
*Jarl *
Now. ...
*sits down with versatian trading local information for galactic information on events outside the planet both seeming to get what they where after out there little agreement*
...
*Furia keeps a learning! *
*plays with Calluna abit as she does it if needed managaing to multi task*
*Iris smiles at Maria*
Iris: Well I'm sure she'll love it!
*She beams at Hanna and ruffles her hair*
Iris: Perfect! That was very well done Hanna! Now we just have to keep it going and build it up!
*Dria stares at Maril silently*
*Gharn frowns at her*
Gharn: Why? Why is Lady Morrigan looking for Dria? Is she worried for her safety? She shouldn't be, Dria was with me always. I keep her safe
*Thoth finishes a learning session*
*He looks down at Calluna with a twinge of conscience then looks back at Furia, considering*
Thoth: Luna... why don't you go see if Marla or Marilania will get you something to eat... I would like to speak privately with your mother.
*Calluna nods obediently and scampers off to find one of the two people she was told to*
*Thoth then looks at Furia, seeming to consider her for a long time before speaking.*
Thoth: Furia, what are your thoughts towards me?
*Marinalia smiles as Calluna comes and takes her and makes her something in kitchen giving Vesarian a curt nod but nothing warm*
Come on. What your favorite Calluna.
*smiles and looks after the young one in kitchen carrying her or holding hand whichever she prefers or not and does her best*
...
*Furia*
Da, stay safe Calluna. Stay in the room..
*Furia paused a thinks*
You good father... You seem to care, but...cold. Not quite...you do not always see me, or others quite the same...
*seems to think*
You good... Mean right, not warm...
...
*Marla*
Sure, youl be fine Malrlin. You got Maria in ya.
*Marla*
She was wanting to Bury cal properly I think... But with Family, dp things right by him. *sighs and hopes the same for him*
No no. She trusts you, but parents always worry.
Aunts do...
...
*Maria* that Il do it. Just not too fast, it needs time to catch alight and build up heat before the largest parts burn.
*smiles slightly rembering*
*Calluna follows Maril and thinks for a moment after taking a seat at the table*
Calluna:... Carrots! And lamb! and... plums!
*Thoth folds his hands in his lap*
Thoth: I must confess... I did not... originally think that way... When she was born I merely saw her as a experiment, something to be raised, examined and upon her death, disected....
*His normally neutral face turns legit remorseful*
Thoth: But as she grew... I could not find the will to do this... She.. she is my flesh and blood, something that I did not consider beforehand...
*He looks down at Furia*
Thoth: I have never experienced what some call love, but Calluna... has changed that about me...
*Iris nods*
Iris: Just feed it slowly, build it up. I can get more wood as needed.
*She lies back beside the fire*
*Gharn nods*
Gharn: That... makes sense... I will try to find her so that Lord Caladrius can be layed to rest as is proper
*Marinalia smiles*
Sure. Il make you some..*makes it regardless of bring odd and plates up some with a glass of orange juce*
There you go. Enjoy Calluna*
*sits next to her with some food pf her own having found Calluna some appropriate sized vuttlery and glass*
...
*Furia looks upset and first and then clams down more *
You wanted to.... That's disgusting...
*sighs as then relises*
You... Changed.
You very smart... You learn much yet you never learned to be man... To be feel...
*is not sire what to make of him and genuinely confused. *
Long as Calluna safe.... Not mind..
Do not know what to think... But trust you.
...
*Maria*
Aye. Its easy..
*warms hands over fire as armour self regulating. *
Oh sorry.. Iris in all this you must have been so cold... Here's me in full power amrour...
....
*Marla nods*
Aye..just want to see things dine right.
Marinalia was gonna fly put to look for you too. Good timing.
*Thoth nods, obviously remorseful.*
Thoth: Agreed... I was very wrong in what I had planned.. I see that now.
*He looks down at her*
Thoth: The reason I ask you this, is that I wish not for Calluna to grow with two parents constantly at each other's throats, or even just not very fond of each other. I wish for us to at least be civil, and kind to her. As much research has shown, it is best for any child to have two loving parents.
*Iris smiles*
Iris: No I was alright. It's pretty moderate here, but it's still nice to feel actively warm. Makes
*Calluna keeps eating hungrily, as if she hasn't eaten in days*
*Thoth nods* Thoth: Very well... *Thoth frowns* Thoth: Bad lover- Oh! I understand. I... simply did not seek pleasure from that encounter. I sought only to sire a child and... well I cared nothing of you, so I did not see any purpose in causing you pleasure. I apologize for that... and I assure you, should I wish to cause you incredible pleasure I would be able to. *Speaks simply as if stating a fact*
*Iris nods and scoots close to the fire, warming herself by holding her hands almost in the fire and rubbing them over her bared skin* Iris: I'm not as burnable as humans, but I still couldn't do that without hurting myself!
*Morgan comes inside and goes to the kitchen to get a drink only to find Calluna and Maril eating* Morgan: Maril? What's going on?
Yes.. *shrugs * you where like tool... Did job but no fun..
I not... You good but cannot love you... need someone.. More human. Nonac was ... Well. He was least human. Good hunter.
*is having to work very hard as still not exactly fluent*
Trust to do best for us...
...
*Maria*
Aye.. Just a little warm.. My ancestors modified to survive the heat...
*withdraws hand*
That's hot as as I can do roughly. But I never need oven gloves!
Marlas same, Marinalia , well she has more balenced...
...
*Marinalia relises*
Oh... We met Gharn, Dira. They safe. Emperor knows how they got here . Was gonna do a quick look round in shuttle.
Oh..
Umm she ran out and asked me for help getting some food. She's Furia and Thoeths Daughter.
I helped her out, and I was hungry too so... There's some left over pancakes.
*smiles slightly as she naturally kind*
Oh Calluna, this is my Prince Charming Morgan.
*smiles and hopes she knows a few fairy tales*
...
*Verserian gives him a Curt nods before studying a data slate in a corner*
*is alert despite reading"
*seems to be calculating something*
*Thoth nods understandingly*
Thoth: Understood. I am afraid I cannot think of another being here that is like Nonac. Aside from of course, Horus, but he is taken.
*He doesn't appear offended or upset by Furia's saying she won't love him*
*Iris nods and keeps warming up*
*Morgan looks visibly relieved*
Morgan: Thank Danu... She okay?
*Starts heating up some pancakes for himself*
*Calluna smiles at Morgan*
Calluna: Prince? Oh no, you're Morgan the Mechanist yes? Daddy tole me of you. You're not a prince!
*Furia sighs*
Last of my clan likely... No one like Nonac..
Planet wrecked. My people not strong like yours in techno magic.
Someone come... People always come.
...
*Maria smiles and warms hands and takes off breastplate for now to feel heat*
That's better...
*still has body suit under but rather skin tight to work with gitted armour*
...
*Marinalia smiles to Calluna*
Its a fairy tale. A story I read when I was your age.
Prince charming saved the princess, was brave and handsome..
We probbly have it round here somewhere...
*turns to Morgan *
She seemed ... Well like before... Gharn was unhurt. Dira too. Well physicaly.. Np change to rest.
...
*Marla goes looking for Morri to tell they found Gharn and Dira*
*Marinalia looks between the two *
I better look after Calluna. Furia might not be too happy if I left her on her own.
Shall we find you a book, get some hot chocolate and read if you want? Marshmallows too?
Pass on my best wishes.
*returns the kiss and hugs him*
*seems pretty easy going with kids and naturally kind*
...
*Maria is relaxed ams leans back not noticing*
This is nice... Armour is fitted but... Not exactly forgiving.
*would not mind even if she noticed*
*nothing like Iris but not exactly flat and pretty athletic*
...
*Marla does not find her as assumed she wanted to do the digging her self*
*heads back down to see Milo and such *
...
*Verserian notes and thinks, based off what he learned trading info with Jarl*
...
*Jarl is sat mediating slight on a creaking sofa and trying to get a feeling for what happening beyond the massive tension and sadness*
*Calluna blinks at Maril and considers*
Calluna: Book!
*Iris nods and smiles and keeps staring*
Iris: Seems like it....
*Patches of her skin start to flash purple on occasion, but that might be seen as shadows of the flickering fire by Maria*
*Morgan quickly finds Dria, and tries to coax her into talking. It doesn't work however and she just starts silently at him, an expression of grief on her face*
*Marinalia*
Come on then! Lets find something.
*picks her up gently and carries over finding a book that's suitable letting Calluna choose and sits down on a sofa*
*sits reading with her and spoils her abit and also made hot chocolate for them with marshmelloes, cream and all the goodies*
...
*vesarian quietly builds a profile of Marlin trying to work out how she thinks abit more*
...
*Maria does not know what her purple means anyway in emotional ranges*
*smiles and remains lieing back notice she looked and slightly flattered*
You seem to be enjoying yourself iris.
*not offended by it and teeny bit flirty*
...
*Jarl heads up and smells Morri up on the surface feeling the sadness also*
*not exactly quiet in full power armour as servos whine*
Want some help Morri?
No trouble in armour. Could dig this into solid rock.
...
*Furia sighs relising he trying his best and not quite able to fully handle humans situations as normal*
Thankyou...
*tries to teach him a little bit in return and improve his emotional reactions*
*kinda feels like she should try andreturn some of the help he gave her*
*Calluna sits on Maril's lap happily, allowing herself to be read to and enjoying the hot chocolate*
*Iris allows a flirty smirk to creep over her face* Iris: Oh yes, immensely. The only thing that could make this better would be Horus or chocolate.
*Morri stops and looks up at the Jarl. Her solid black eyes appear empty as she shakes her head* Morrgan: No... I'll be fine... Thank you.. *She starts to dig again then turns* Morrigan: Actually, if you could grab me a drink, it'd be welcome. The stronger the better.
*Thoth has studied social interaction extensively so while Furia really can't teach him anything, he uses this chance to try and practice, though he mostly comes off as super socially unaware and awkward*
*Marinalia smiles and is somewhat spoiling her*
*seems to be rather a nervous but also natural ait it*
You want to read the next one unless your tired. ?
Or is princess story by a real princess?
*rather laid back and lets Calluna decide, mostly just being the supervising adult, making sure she looked after*
*worried for Morgan and Dira but also seems to enjoy it with Calluna*
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*Maria smiles *
Make the most of it then.. Though I'm not quite so confident to wander about how you are!
*smiles as her mecadrite wraps slowly down her arm as feeling more confident round her*
*beeps gentley as she plays with it between her fingers*
*trusts her enough to be herself*
...
*Furia seems to be happy with Thoeth, despite his clumbsy atyempts at being conforting*
*tries to slowly teach him to better be more rounded person as feels shebowes him somewhat regardless*
*seems to mean well abyway even if she cannot teach anything *
...
*Jarl pulls off a flask*
Ja, that Il be strong. Fenris whiskey, 30 year vintage aged.
Sorry, if I can help. Just tell me Morri .
Been tough few weeks for all.
*grimices slightly as his various wounds are maybe 90% healed. *
*Callula looks up excitedly at Maril*
Calluna: More please! More stories!
*Iris smirks playfully*
Iris: I'll make the most of it alright...
*She laughs*
Iris: Well that wasn't exactly my doing was it?!
*She giggles flirtatiously*
Iris: I'm comfortable with my body, I don't mind people seeing me. It... it's like a confidence booster, knowing that I'm still attractive to so many people. When my change happened I went through a pretty rough patch, with my skin like this I feared no-one would ever find me attractive again, and for a love goddess that's a big deal!
*She looks down at herself*
Iris: Eventually I came to not only accept it, but own it. Aphrodite is who I was, but now I'm Iris.
*She keeps pulsing purple*
*She smiles at the mechadrite*
Iris: I should get me one of those... It seems like it could be quite helpful
*Thoth, despite being a masterful teacher, is a piss-poor student. He really doesn't learn much and by the end of the session has only really learned not to be quite so blunt*
*Morri makes a face*
Morri: 30 years? Is that all? Oh well, it'll have to do...
*She takes it and gulps down a few swigs*
*Maria*
hey . i did save your life. the view is good but not the reason..
*gives her a supportive smile and puts a hand kindly on shoulder/arm*
hey, trust me, i had to get used to going from being normal me, next thing i know ive got Armour plating own my back, my shoulders all metal...
I know what its like.
i had a few rejections n looks off folks. tookk while to be confident again
useful... but i paid a price for em.
*not sure what the purple means but starts to notice it*
...
*Marinalia*
Ok, come on then,
*smiles and starts reading the story laughing along and doing a few of the actions*
*tells a rather good Princess Story, seeming to be more comfortable ith calluna as time goes on*
*supports her a little if she tired*
...
*Furia did her best to help him, and even surprised he made progress however small given she just a hunter*
hmm, you wann check on Calluna, i might need to ask the Dr for help, n best keep her good scroll...
...
*Jarl nods*
aye, all my good stuff got destroyed,,,
this is the best i got im afraid...
if i had better id share it.
*fols out a small camping style spade off gear*
least this one aint half rust.
*Iris smiles at the complement* Iris: Thank you! Both for saving my life like you did, and... complementing... *She pulls Maria into a smothering hug* Iris: Oh, that must've been awful! I don't know if I could ever stand having augments like that! YOu poor thing!
*Calluna eventually starts to doze on Maril's lap*
*Thoth stands and nods* Thoth: Yes, that sounds like a good plan.
*Morri drains half the container then goes back to digging, this time swaying slightly from side to side*
*Maria sue tto height difference is likely in a world of Iris right now*
*slightly mufled*
Its my job, and ... i love it..
you get use to it... i feel the metal like my skin.its part of me now, part id not swap even i could.
Im Martian, its my heritage.
....
*Marinalia supports her and lets her rest on her*
come on.. lets get you home to mum n dad.
*Picks her up and carries to room knocking on door with a slightl chocolate marked Calluna half asleep in arrms obviously had abit of a treat *
umm, can you take over please.
*Furia hears Knock*
seems.. i spoke too soon...
...
*Jarl nod and leaves her be, sat with a bolter slung over shoulder keeping a eye out for her*
*Iris releases Maria and looks down at her, smiling happily*
Iris: Well I'm glad you love it...
*She stands up and turns to go into the forest*
Iris: I'm.. gonna go take care of something... and grab some more wood.
*She walks for a little bit away from the camp before relieving some 'stress' built up over the last few hours*
*Thoth opens the door and smiles ever so slightly at Calluna's chocolate smeared face*
Thoth: Oh... You have given her some treats ah?
*He carefully takes his daughter so as not to wake her*
Thoth: Thank you Marilania. We can take over from here.
*Calluna curls up in her daddy's arms and sleeps*
*Iris spends nearly a hour away before returning, her skin back to blue and her body seems much less tense than before*
*She dumps a armload of wood on the ground and flops down*
Iris: Ah... I needed that... Anything happen while I was gone?
*Morgan leaves Dria with Gharn for now, knowing she's in good hands and goes to join Maril*
Morgan: Hey...
*He undresses and crawls into bed with her then quickly falls asleep after explaining that Dria's still repressing everything and not coming out of her shell*
*Maria has fallen asleep warm by fire using breastplate and a cammo cloak as a pillow *
*fast asleep and seems to have a mechadritr wrapped round one hand seeming to comfort her*
*seems to explain nothing much gone on*
...
*Marinalia explains she spent the time with Calluna hot chocolate story time, and at times she can be a down right softy becomes obvious*
*Marinalia is concerned for Dira and soon falls sleep too, tired from looking after Calluna*
Ooc night. And that's a neat way yo call it a a night.
OOC: Sup guys! I intend to join you as an "abandoned" Eldar Craftworld. The size of a small planetoid, it would find itself in orbit around the Room's planet. I am hoping that you fine fellows can give me a short appraisal of the current situation
*Iris grips him by the shoulders and rolls him over gently, then stares down at him*
Iris: My name is Iris, the Rainbow goddess. Now who are you? You seem... familiar...
*Iris smiles kindly and sits down next to Verdai* Iris: I'm sure I'd love to hear you tales! Certainly beats boredom, *Thinks for a moment before it dings* Iris: Oh Verdai! Yes my husband Horus know you!
*Iris stares at Verdai*
Iris: That's... so wonderful!
*She's so moved be the story that she dabs at her eyes with her bandaged arm*
Iris: All that just to save your love... that's so special...
*Iris laughs and looks down at herself*
Iris: Oh this? I was wounded, and we had no bandages so we had to improvise.
*She holds up the makeshift bandage made from a top made from a blanket*
*She nods and happily accepts the cookie*
Iris: I would gladly accept part of a cookie! Thank you!
*She nibbles on the cookie and looks curiously at the soulstone*
Iris: So how to you bring her back? Do you need a body?
*Iris laughs*
Iris: Worry that you'll make comments? What? I don't mind!
*She looks at Verdai, smiling to herself*
Iris: You really love her huh? Well good! I hope this fabricator finishes the job soon!
*Maria wakes up slowly and sees Hanna n everyone. *
Oh.. Hello.
Good job Hanna, think you got making a fire!
*smiles slightly that turns to suprise seeing Varvdai*
Verdai! Where...not seen you in months.
Welcome back... Do you even know where we are?
....
*Marinalia fast asleep next to Mprgan feeling things least right in that regard*
*remembers she probably should tell him about her chat with Morri*
....
*Jarl feels something up with his brother and looks round at direction of city*
Hmmm..
Excuse me. I feel there is something I must do.
*starts walking to ruins of old room following a wolf hunch*
*Iris explains her color situation about how it responds to her emotions and mood*
Iris: And yes, sometimes when I'm feeling two things, or another feeling is slowly creeping over me, then I can be two or more colors at once.
*She absently rubs Hanna's back comfortingly with one hand while she listens and talks with Verdai*
Iris: Excessive- Oh!
*She smiles and laughs, her skin turning a soft yellow as she does so*
Iris: Cheeky are we?! Well, there's not been too much need for 'chest protection' around here. We haven't seen much of any wildlife, and nothing hostile either.
*Above the Room's hell-blasted and partially verdant world looms the vast and terrifying expanse of space. Across a billion viable worlds, life stirs and survives. Some worlds are earthly, host to all that is familiar, breeding life-cycles and stargazers, processing carbon through its reactive stages, and slowly becoming complex. Other worlds are volcanic or acidic, some ice-formed or oceanic. More worlds still orbit these and provide form and function with their gravitic tidal forces.
And some... Some worlds are artificial. Beyond the minds of Human construction are centers of life so vast and independent as to be miracles of science. And among these worlds are those that transport some of the eldest of races, the Aeldari. A living, breathing construction of a singular material, studded with star-gazing biomes of staggeringly complex environments. Possessing the mass of a small planetoid and built fully prepared for war is an Aeldari Craftworld.
Host to the remnants of a near-dead race who, by their own hand, created and maintained their own destruction. Held in the grasp of vindictive gods as capricious and scheming as their creators, one such Craftworld makes it to this Room-world.
Sliding silently into the Room-world's orbit, its starboard side looking down upon the simultaneously rotten and verdant face of the planet. Gliding into place, it floats in geo-stationary orbit over the last remnants of detectable sentient activity on the planet.*
*Maria sees not what it is but a blinking shape that reflects the starlight. *
That's... That's new.... Any idea?
*Maria gives verdai a suprised look as not normal for him*
Did you just joke about your ...
*Maria hands him her helmet*
Can you rig the comms to pick up... ?
I might be able to tune some of out...
...
*Meanwhile a rogue traders vessel on low power output detecting its presence sends a quiet comm link to the room planet as it slowly slides behind a asteroid belt*
*it loiters on system edge running on black mode with lights off, power low, and the comms on silence unless required *
*the imperial vessel though smaller by many factors detects the normaly hard to detect wraithbone planetoid class vessel by virue of ots sheer mass and reflection and shadow against the star*
...
*Veriasian gets the message and relises what he looking at*
Seems we have guests...
*goes to warn Marinalia and knocks on her Door*
Marinalia. There is something you must know...
*suprised she immediately starts to finish getting dressed*
*Hrorki begins the long trip back to the old Room's location*
*Inside the soul stone Taldeer is more than a little bit mentally scarred from her experience, and so her soulstone goes into almost a state of hibernation, pulsing softly every once in a while as a sign that it is still filled*
*Milo goes on patrol in the forest around the new Room to clear his head*
*the pilot stares at the ceiling in the room she claimed for herself and does nothing*
*Jarl has also gone to look for the younger wolf and heads to old room to see if he stopped by the old ruins*
*keeps a slightly slower pace still only 90% healed*
...
*Marla is sat in the med area and sighs sadly reading her new title run across the system as head of local medical care*
I never wanted to get promoted this way....
...
*Verastian quietly warns his crew member of the orbiting object and its unkpwn status*
*Iris laughs and shakes her head at Maria* Iris: Oh no! It's no bother! It's okay really, I'm fine now. *She chuckles at Verdai* Iris: Your woman is possessive then? Not even allowing you to compliment me? *The smile on her face and twinkle in her eye show that she's obviously teasing*
*She looks up at the sky, observing the object* Iris: Hm... well let's hope whatever it is, if it's inhabited then they're friendly, and if it's not that it doesn't impact the planet...
*She then claps her hands over her ears at the burst of noise and winces* Iris: Ouch! Watch it! My ears are more sensitive than yours!
*She cocks her head, looking at the coat* Iris: IIIII'm not suuuure.... I mean it might help, but I don't know if I could button it... *She laughs at Maria's comment* Iris: Well I'll wear it if it fits! How about that? I don't want to embarrass you all if I don't have to, but I don't want to wear anything that going to be uncomfortable and tight either
*She's got Hanna curled up on her lap or leaning against her or something and is gently petting her hair in a loving manner*
*Morgan comes out of the bathroom, half-dressed with a toothbrush in his mouth* MOrgan: Maril? What's that man want now?
*Marinalia*
Il find out Morgan. He my father, let me handle it please.
*more a statement *
And if my data slate beeps, just hit ok to send*
*goes out into corridor and talks outside for abit, though leaves door pressed shut but not closed with Vesarian telling her about the ativial of the unknown eldar planetoid class ship*
*slightly heated but nothing that not explained by there past history and lack of loving relationship*
*data slate has a email saying "please confirm your order sizes and options from spacelines.imperial/uniforms. IOM. *
*happy Morgan lol*
...
*Maria*
Sorry... We where trying to access a sensor tower...
Get some bearings on the zone. Mayebe send a SoS.
*looks at coat*
Maybe.. You could always go unbuttoned with a belt...? Vervdai, you got one in the endless pockets?
Iris... What else could do more harm to this planet!
*laughs slightly despite serious as true*
...
*A rather ragged and slightly apocalypse beaten wolf slowly closes on the grpup *
*Morgan stares at the dataslate for a moment then goes back to finish his morning routine*
*Iris laughs slightly*
Iris: If we found a vine, or some rope then that might work...
*She looks over at Maria, more serious now*
Iris: The planet is still intact Maria... something as big as that impacting would wipe out everything on this world
*Marinalia comes back in slightly in a puff but also torn shutting door with a kick*
Gah....
*realizes need tp explain*
He was telling me. There's something in orbit. Planetoid class vessel...
He gave me the codes and vectors yo his ship incase we have trouble to escape...
*Flops Onto sofa looking torn *
I've wanted to hate him, all my life it was simple ... Now he .. He seems to feel.. He real... Its all confused... I'm confused...
*sighs and grabs data slate closing off her I mail *
Did it send alright? I needed to get the size lower on the skirt...
...
*Maria*
Umm.. Well that plant there looks flexible n strong enough to knot.
Iris.. The planet is a graveyard. Even if small places escaped. The cities are more necropolis.
This is Admiral Eclipse of the 18th Battlegroup of Battlefleet Tempestus, broadcasting on all frequencies. We have been engaged by an Eldar Craftworld, designated TC-1-ECRA. in Sub-Sector Aurora Meridian. This vessel has destroyed no fewer than six battlegroups on its course, and must be considered Threat-Level: CATACLYSM. TC-1-ECRA is armed with planet-killer munitions, battleship-class port and starboard Lance Batteries, fleet-class Launch Bays, a prow Linear Accelerator and dorsal missile batteries. TC-1-ECRA is advancing on heading 371-885-774-14.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
TC-1-ECRA has suffered cripppling damage to its port-side hull, all attempts to pass TC-1-ECRA are to consider this the only survivable vector.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
==Repeat Transmission==
This is Admiral Eclipse of the 18th Battlegroup of Battlefleet Tempestus, broadcasting on all frequencies. We have been engaged by an Eldar Craftworld, designated TC-1-ECRA. in Sub-Sector Aurora Meridian. This vessel has destroyed no fewer than six battlegroups on its course, and must be considered Threat-Level: CATACLYSM. TC-1-ECRA is armed with planet-killer munitions, battleship-class port and starboard Lance Batteries, fleet-class Launch Bays, a prow Linear Accelerator and dorsal missile batteries. TC-1-ECRA is advancing on heading 371-885-774-14.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
TC-1-ECRA has suffered cripppling damage to its port-side hull, all attempts to pass TC-1-ECRA are to consider this the only survivable vector.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
*Jarl leans against tree as the message blazes through his mind*
*not used to astropath messages and then begins to relize the danger and looks up seeing the new slightly too bright star*
There back.... The knife ears...
*mind snaps back to the battle against a craftworld when the legion attacked one at high cost alongside imperial army*
Nothing we have can dent than in regular battle...
*looks back to room and tries to vox his brother marine about it and his mark may have better comms range*
*Iris giggles * Iris; That sounds adorable, I can't wait to meet her. *She looks worried as Verdai seems panicked* Iris: What? What's going on?! A rogue craftworld?!
*Iris nods and accepts the coat, then ties it off, covering herself well enough, though with a great deal of cleavage showing through in almost anime-esque fashion* Iris: Well, this will have to do... It's a bit tight around the shoulders... *She tears the sleeves off with a bit of difficulty, effectively turning it into a vest* Iris: There! That's better!
*Morgan comes out and sits next to Maril, putting a arm around her* Morgan: Hey, this was never going to be easy. Just... take some time to figure out how you feel. At least he's not being a total gak-hole. He's not gone around pretending he has power over you. *He looks at the Dataslate, and if it is what I think it is goes a bit pink* Morgan: Uhh... that doesn't look practical... You buying this for... fun time?
*Jarl tries to tell his Primus brother what's up and heads back to room at speed*
...
*Maria*
Well... We screwed?
Maybe this worlds too dead for us to register...hopefully?
I mean.no cities or anything? Ultra low life signs. Just pass on by?
*turns to Iris*
Fine. We doomed if that falls. It depends on orbits... Some can be stable for years with no power if your on the right area of the gravity field and roatation.
...
*Marinalia apcepts arm*
Aye... But...he..
He seems to care. In some cold way. Shows nothing. But then he warns me... Like he does worry?
I just cannot make sense of him. He a enigma... I probably should give him a chance?
You always seem to give me good advice?
And
*smiles slightly cheekily at pinkness' *
You did ask me once I had one. Seemed to be... Interested.
Id not wear that in public! The skirts half way up my thigh and jacket... Well Shows more than covers for sure. I might get noticed... Alot..
*laughs*
I just managed to convince Morri earlier, that well she fine with us.. She seemed to approve. Skimpy space line hostess... May dent that.
Ooc night, feel free to npc to fit flow or pause if required.
*Iris looks apologetic*
Iris: Oh I'm sorry... It was too small otherwise, it was too tight...
*She nods worriedly*
Iris: We need to get out of here! I don't suppose you have a ship? Or at least a way to find Horus?
*Morgan sighs and shrugs*
Morgan: I... I don't know to be honest. I can't imagine a situation like this...
*He thinks for a while*
Morgan: I say... give him a chance... but if you think he's only playing you, or isn't sincere, then drop him.
*He looks at the tablet again, then closes his eyes, imagining the outfit on Maril*
Morgan: Danu...
*Iris shakes her head*
Iris: It's not so bad, Orkmart used to have a ton of great stuff, but I lost all my clothes when the room was destroyed, see? My bottom is made out of a old blanket I had to sew up.
*She sighs*
Iris: It wouldn't be so much of a issue if I wasn't so tall... Oh well, what can you do eh?
*She shrugs at the question*
Iris: I honestly have no idea. Hopefully not too far away, but I know he's got to be within 100 miles. Even if we headed in opposite directions, we couldn't have gone further apart than that
*Iris smiles weakly down at Hanna, not wanting to worry her if possible*
Iris: Good morning Hanna! How was your sleep?
*She looks at Verdai and nod, smiling*
Iris: I'd like that. It'd be nice to have some real clothes again
*She looks between Hanna and Verdai*
Iris: Oh! This is Hanna, my dau- my friend....
*She smiles down at Hanna kindly*
Iris: Hanna this is Verdai. He's nice okay?
*Doesn't want to bring up the fact that he's a scientist *
*Maria thinks a second listening to helmet that beeps and seems to detect faint signals*
That beep. More sensor towers?
If we can... Relay the message, it Il be hard...but might be able to reach room. Marlin flies. She can pick us up with a shuttle if they got one!
Ny the emperor in glad I got her flying lessons... She can fly a shuttle that Il be able to pick us all up. With some tight headroom... *gives a sorry look to iris *
*smiles over to verdai*
Sounds like you two grew very close when you where away.
And Iris, well that kinda works. In a slightly office romance look.
*notices too but already been long ernough to tell there very v
Close anyway*
...
*Marinalia nods*
It seems to be... Best way. And yeah. With a boot to balls..
Maybe should take him up on that offer of a meal once things calm down a little bit here with your family, and well... *not want to say but funeral and inevitable event coming up*
*smiles as the comment*
Now... You are not complaining. I even got the genuine heals with the badges and cap. Some things worth a wait, all custom made, I had to mix and match sizes.
So glad that's on my credit card... Spendy but... Not exactly gonna ask for help on it!
*laughs and hands over data slate on website with various similar items that may not be ideal for public wear*
Anything catch your fancy seeing me in..?
...
*Jarl making good pace rapidly back to the room to warn of message. *
...
*Marla in her office sorting it out and working out all the new stocks and stuff. *
*sad as running things now instead of cal*
...
*Vesarian sat in main area with coffee , cleaning a heavy naval pistol and sabre*
*Iris nods to Maria and smiles weakly* Iris: I was thinking more sexy doctor. *She puts on a overly sexual voice and 'jiggles' herself a bit, obviously joking around* Would you like to preform a examination on me? *She laughs and looks at VErdai* Iris: Well... let's hope someone comes...
*Morri finishes digging the hole and goes to look for her children*
*Morgan browses for a few minutes then sheepishly points out a Supergirl costume that leaves little to the imagination* Morgan: That's... awfully nice...
*Gharn is sitting on a sofa with Dria curled up on his lap* *Morri walks over to them, speaks for a moment and he nods then carries Dria outside before returning* Gharn: Lady Morrigan are you s- Morri: You're family Gharn, enough of that Lady Morrigan gak. Just call me mum *Gharn looks shocked, his eyes water for a moment before he wraps Morrigan in a hug* *Morri gently hugs him back, smiling weakly* Morri: Hey... hey... Steel up, you've got work to do... *Gharn wipes his eyes and nods, smiling happily inspite of what Morrigan's asked him to do. He heads off to the morgue to wait for her and others to show up*
*Only a Craftworld can fully reflect the grand scale of Aeldari design. Grown as though organically from a single material through psychokinetic reaction, it forms works of architectural beauty, punctuated with seemingly physics-defying spires and sun-catching solar sails. This material requires no paint, no adornment, no technology. It is all three itself. Blending smoothly into hues of gold and red, black and purple, and others besides, its design reflects the state of mind the Aeldari wished to be provoked with each construct. Hidden amongst the immense halls and secretive alcoves of TC-1-ECRA are the answers to millennia of mysteries, but for its current journey one answer is writ large across the entire construct.
It is, perhaps, a secret best left unasked. It is not for nothing that the Aeldari always hide their spacecraft behind holo-fields - and wreckages long past have been found by Imperial scholars to have not only kept their holo-fields active, but had designed these fields to run on seemingly forever after the occupants had long passed. A holo-field will not render the voidcraft invisible, rather, it leaves it unobservable. Across the immensity of space it is enough to foil near any attempt to directly observe or attack - but the one caveat of this is that its effects deteriorate as one draws closer, and as one's relative velocity to the voidcraft reaches zero. Such is the case now with TC-1-ECRA. It has been rendered obscured while in orbit over Room-world, but none can now mistake the glinting of sunlight, nor the gravitational disturbance, nor its distinct lack of doing anything other than maintaining geo-stationary orbit.*
*Maria gives her a obviously freindly but jokingly stern voice*
Now now Iris, that's my niche hon. Least someone thinks I'm worth flirting with!
*smiles*
Abs Verdai, Il take it as a compliment... Iris is just well iris. You tried sending a signal direct to High council for aid?
It seems serious...
Don t mind us, we just well. Both play off each other.
...
*Marinalia nods and orders it putting in her sizes so it fits right*
Well, it gotta be fun for both of us, and I always thought you would suprise me once we got past our awkward phase and found real you.
*sighs and stands up and changes into her black dress that's fairly modest but only one suitable she got*
Its best I can do... *twirls in a fairly fitted but not overly flaunting black dress ending above the knee*
I got no wardrobe... Should go raid one of the cities ... Maybe some clothes and stuff...
*pulls out a jewarly box that did manage to survive and make its way to them. *
How formal? Tiaria is meant to be imperial state formal, but i think abit much... Cal was a god though...
*traders vessel hides on system edge on low power and no lights observing subtley from afar*
*Iris laughs and hugs Maria*
Iris: Of course you're worth flirting with! You're a wonderful person, smoking hot and still plenty young! Don't worry, you'll find someone!
*She looks at Verdai, giggling*
Iris: Oh please, you think anyone who's said things like I just did has ever actually been a doctor?
*Morgan is still a bit pink, but goes back to looking depressed*
Morgan: It's fine... wear the tiara too, we don't have the resources to do anything properly, but we'll have to do... I've gotta go to the morgue. Head outside and wait
*Dria is curled up on the ground, having a mini-crisis about being left alone as Gharn is in the morgue with Morrigan*
*Maria*
*returns hug smiling happily*
Thanks. Not bad for 102 eh.
And well not in a professional capacity anyway... I was part of a medical unit that supports battlefronts, disasters. Often had to share a small barracks... Stress... Well people found ways to deal with stress. And there was no real entertainment.
*looks up at sky*
It ain't moving.... Must be a high orbit.
...
*Marinalia puts it on adjusts in mirror in a glittering ice diamond sand platinum tiara that suits her rather well*
It was my grandmothers... She always had impeccable taste and sense of classic looks.
Maria leant it me.
*hugs supportively and heads outside to presumebly join Marla as she was cals work mate and friend having done best to also dress for occasion *
Well.. Il be here entire time... I said id not leave you.
I meant it. And we done our best. That's gotta count for something.
*heads up and wait with Marla both having managed to find some suitable jewals and clothes for a formal event*
*Iris nods* Iris: I know the feeling. I used to accompany Horus when he went to war, I'd stay back in his tent, but there was nothing to do while he was away fighting! After the first few times I just stopped going. At least back at home I had friends to talk with! *She grins* Iris: 102 huh? Not bad! You look like a quarter of that! *Iris looks saddened about Mormons* Iris: I know... I always felt bad for them... no booze, little to no sex... At least they were allowed children!
*Dria is curled up in the grass nearby the Marla and Maril, silently having a crisis*
*Morgan and Gharn begin to carry Cal's body towards the outside*
*Maria*
Well geostationary orbit requires power and guiding to Enter into but once stable its stable.
That reduces worry of it crashing... It can hols that orbit for months at least if its not damaged badly.
*smiles to Iris*
Modified DNA, I am equivalent of about 26. With juvents, we can live to 800.
And I was a backline doc. I did some frontline duty but my augments classified me as a non combatant.
Mormons?
*shrugs confused*
Some kinda heretical sect pr religion? Cults Tha repress sex... Most cults are the opposite!
Chaos or xenophile cult?
*is utterly bemused as never hered of them as long forgotten by now*
Umm...
Sounds hellish.... Like jeez. No relief.
And .. I seem tp remember you where not entirely unsuccessful at times before...
But yea....no biometric... That just creepy... Like embed your balls in your chest creepy.
...
*Marinalia leans down next to Dira*
*gentley places hand on shoulder*
Dira? Dira? You in there?
Anything I can do to help you?
*seems worried for her as kinda her unofficial sister inlaw*
*marla sees them aproach muttering a prayer in Martian for cal and his family*
*Iris smiles down at Maria* Iris: Well then you're older than myself, physically speaking. By human estimates, I'm about 23. *She puts a arm around Maria's shoulders* Iris: Well, even if you're not meant to be a combatant, you're still good to have in a pinch!
*She blinks as she realizes Maria doesn't know what Mormons are, and gives a brief explanation about them*
*Dria looks up at Marinalia, she looks far different from the happy-go-lucky girl from just a few months ago. Now she's a hollow shell of her former self, eyes without hope or spirit* Dria: Want... Gharn.. or Morgan...
*Gharn and Morgan are bearing a silvery coffin over their shoulders, where it came from is a mystery until Morrigan and her two sisters follow behind it, all dressed in solid black* *Macha looks shocked and grieving. Her dark red hair tied back in a ponytail, blood red eyes staring silently at the ground.* *Badb's expression is harsher, one of anger, yet still sorrowful. Her blonde hair glinting in the sun and putrid yellow eyes watching ahead* *Finally comes Morrigan, her face empty of expression, wild black hair frizzed everywhere and solid black eyes empty of their former spark*
*Maria*
23... Blimey, your just abit older than my daughter...
Thanks. My sister was the better combatant, mike always was a combatant... Though we kinda fell put of late.
Oh my older brother... We disagree on his fiance... Rather alot...me and her. Kinda not get on.
*nods learning about Mormons *
Oh.. That's diffrent. But . Damn. That sounds a repressed group tp be round.
Imperium ain't perfect by any means but gives no care to who and how you do it in bed or other places...
...
*Marinalia nods and talks gently*
They be back soon. They have a duty to peform Dira.
Only be a few minutes.
*not overly hurt by her reaction. And looks over at Morgan and Gharn with a needs help later look*
*Marla watches sadly saying goodbye to a friend, then suprised as they appear *
How....
*Marinalia looks up not recognising any of them*
*quietly*
Marla...?
Morris sisters... I've only seen them once or twice.
They live on some farm I believe... Where the kids where raised.
*Iris smiles slightly* Iris: Well that's physically speaking... technically I'm older than your Imperium. *She looks sympathetic* Iris: Oh? What's wrong with his fiance? *She nods* Iris: Most of them yeah, some though were kinda fun. *She giggles* Iris: Getting worshipped is always fun, especially as a love goddess!
*Dria sees the coffin and begins to weep again*
*Both Gharn and Morgan are silently crying as they lower the coffin into the grave Morri dug*
*Maria*
Aye. Our aging slows dramatically at about 20..
From then on its strange...
Hmmm... A inquisitor. He met her as part of her group. She tries to make me give her that ring... So we fall put badly..
Mike claimed as oldest son... But my father wanted it kept on female line... We just clashed.... Seemed to try to lord over in own home.
Nope. Dad backed me. And I calimed it for Marlin. I inherited my mother jewels as oldest daughter anyway, I'm free to pass onto mine...
We just are a clash. He takes her side. As he should...
*nods knowing*
I bet you did... Your offering is well... More active...
...
And verdai... Any chance you could maybe..send a code for help using my comm code?
Maybe it could least get us a nudge up pritoty list.
I'm known as M2, Olympia, PR, *adds a complex security key*
They might least budge us...
....
*Marinalia tries to comfort Dira and support her however much she cannot much but feels bad for her understanding fragments on any danu*
*Marla just watches not knowing what goes on or traditions*
*Somewhere aboard TC-1-ECRA, a hololithic display lights up. A glowing deep blue, it displays a visual representation of an otherwise incomprehensible calculation method. As though expecting an audience, it opens walls of scrolling text, planet-scans and audiological readouts. A garbled and broken sound hums through resonance chambers beneath the display, requesting urgent evacuation of a small population. Echoing through empty halls and reaching no ears, the play of light and sound goes unheeded.
A display-division glows red, giving confirmation. A map opens up, revealing an orbital view of Room-world. The view slowly creeps in, increasing resolution through perfected optical networks, homing in on a signal. The signal.
Sentient beings can feel when they know or finally understand something. It is an indescribable feeling. One of confirmation and certainty, like a completed checksum. If one were able to empathise with an inanimate construct, an observer would now possess that same feeling.*
*Iris nods*
Iris: Same for my race.
*She frowns*
Iris: Well... have you tried coming to common ground with her? I'm not saying give her the ring, don't do that, but maybe just try and be friendly?
*She smiles and laughs again*
Iris: That was before I was with Horus... so perhaps you can imagine just how... active... I was
Abit... We agreed... Well we agreed to not contact each other much and stick to important family business
It ain't much. Np chit chat but we agreed to disagree.
Mike did agree we are not splitting my mothers collection... So we holding it in loan and trust for Marlin and our kids...
Other than that. No real ground..
We just oil and water abit.
*looks at iris*
Oh.. So you had abit of fun then... Well I have Marlin, so had some fun!
Definitely hqd a somewhat tamer life before I came here than you ..
*Smiles*
Wanna join the former lover, and such stories...
Anyone you fell for in your older lives?
...
*Marinalia keeps a arm round Dira and simply watches sadly*
*wants to go over and help Morgan deal with it but not sure she should*
*watches from slightly crouched looking after Dira*
...
*Marla watches sadly repeeting a short Martian prayer for dead and digs out a pin for a old tradition from terra*
*Iris sighs* Iris: Well at least that's something... *She sighs as she thinks back to days gone by* Iris: Yeah... I don't miss it though... I mean, it was nice back then, but looking back... I don't know, it was a different time... I was a different person, literally! I have Horus now, and he can make me a very happy woman... but there are still a few things I miss that he cant' do for me... *She smiles weakly* Iris: You ever try making out with a beak? Fething impossible let me tell you... Still, he's the best man I've ever known! And it'd kill me to lose him.
*The coffin begins to glow with blinding light. When it stops, Cal's body is at rest, 3 feet in the ground, and on top has risen a grave mount with his likeness forged into it with perfect detail*
*sighs and looks put*
Of we are far out it Il take a few hours for message to even reach home... Its gotta bounce down towers..
Least Marlin if got something flying can find us. She got Morgan, ge get anything flying.
*umms heavily*
Yeah... I never thought about that if I'm honest... Or well... There's add on thoughts I don,t want to work out how...
Never gone outside human... Marla did a eldar... She was kinda crazy then...
...
*Maria*
Umm this mght help.. Finaly a idea!
*hands a few bolter shells*
There rockets....
...
*Marla watches alongside Marinalia who not understand much of it*
*both seem to be worried for Dira as Marlin tries to comfort het abit*
*both feel slightly like they are putaiders in all this and keep abit to side *
*both are slightly awrd by what going on*
*Maria nods*
Yep. Took off the tips. Once ignited just burn till out... Maybe get a solid burn for 10 seconds. to get it up high.I added a few so should get it high.
*leaves to verdai to trigger it with techno skills*
And.. Well . It was macha... It was crazy.
It was .. Interesting to say least. She sure enjoyed it... But it wwe not exactly regular.
...
*Marinalia sighs and just holds Morgan not minding as he cries into her about only semi formal dress* evidently sad but holds her self together for Morgans sake crying slightly *
You did it. That was brave of you... Il look after you... You not alone now.
*gives Gharn a we seem to be in same boat look*
*Marla looks over*
You take care of him marlin...
*kneels by cals grave and places her medical symbol carefully on there as mark of respect crying slightly*
Thanks for all your work cal...
*heads in and leaves the two of em some privacy deciding snapps a good idea*
*Iris nods to Verdai* Iris: I dunno... just the way you said it sounded sarcastic. *She watches the fireworks and gets NPC'd*
*Morri and sisters go off to celebrate the life Cal lived, or at least get blackout drunk*
*Morgan hugs maril tightly for a long time, then takes her hand and leads her off to their room. He walks in the door and flops facedown on the bed, not caring anymore*
*Gharn takes Dria to their room and allows Dria to cry herself to sleep against his fuzzy body before turning back to human form and curling up next to her*
*Maria*
Even if flash not. They get static from ot and follow to source.
Us.. Wr should know if it worked inside of a day max.
*Maria sighs*
Because. Marla needs more. She needs someone liKe Milo. He been perfect for her. Macha just brought out one wild pqrt of her with no brakes...
...
*Marla has a few drinks and is polite before heading off to find milo to cuddle as made hr realize what's valuable *
*Marinalia is lead along and feels awful for him*
*lets him take the bed tonight and just gets changed into something she can sleep in, mostly not much and curls up on sofa under a soft blanket*
*still visible just curled up on sofa and seems to think he needs some space that night*
*maria*
Aye... Well they should be picking up the static burst soon ay room of close ernough..
And... Poor you, sounds terrible!. If I can help, well I am the legitimate Doctor.
...
*Marinalia jolts awake as her phone picks up the static burst and makes strange sounds that seem to from one direction ish when antenna held out*
That's not natural... Wait...
*thinks*
Oh... Maria....? did she find a...
*looks over to Morgan and feels awful for it*
Morgan.. I think mum is singling for rescue... I gotta go..
Sorry... I just gotta go...
*seems torn but has to go in her own mind*
...
*Vesarian sat watching the elders from a quiet corner of main area*
Seems to quickly work out some kind of relation between the group but no idea which one. *
*tends not to intrue and merely sat drinking a coffee with some amsac in, eyes a cold but nigh identical version to Marlin*
*Maria sat waithong hoping someone answer's there call*
*keeps watch as Iris sleeps*
...
*Marinalia feels horrible for leaving but feels she had too*
*gets dressed and gives a kiss before leaving*
I love you... And I hate to leave ... But if mum out there... I gotta take the chance she is... I cannot lose her...
*leaves a note explaining too*
*sighs sadly and heads tp her shuttle and heads to source seeming of blast*
*broadcasts when got airborne as whine of engines outside vanishes Into distence. *
This is M4.rescue is on route. I repeat M4 on route...
*sets to ajto repeet every few mins*
...
Ooc may be patchy as not sure how busy but post when can
*Iris unconsciously holds Hanna close to her, smiling in her sleep*
*She blinks grogily and turns her head over, otherwise not moving so as not to disturb Hanna*
Iris: Mm..what? What is it, we were sleeping...
*Horus hears the engines and runs towards them*
*Morgan curls up in misery*
*Morrigan and her sisters are all passed out in the family's rooms*
*a shuttle hits the deck and crunches to a hault breaking some of the undergrowth, heavily repaired and with various replaced panals in various blacks and greys with a ramp dropping at back*
*engines not off but whining quietly as they slow from there previous high pitched call*
*Marilania steps off and runs over the hug Maria*
Mum!
*Maria*
So glad to see you...so so glad.
*Marilania turns to notice verdai, Iris, Hanna*
Got your rather oversized flare... Came here fast as I could. Whatever I orbit is gakking with navigation systems.
Thought you might need a lift.
*smiles am still tightly hugging Maria*
...
*Vesarian liberates a mostly finsished bottle from the sisters and sits in corner thinking on things*
So... Now I have to get the hard part done... If I can get a signal past the gravitational interference...
OOC: Gravity wells do not really provide interference. Voidcraft often have comms units that could do something similar, but gravity is one of the weakest forces in the universe (despite being the most extensive).
*Iris sits up sharply*
Iris: What the- Oh! Maril! Hi!
*She smiles and waves, then screams in delight and hurls herself upon Horus, who arrives at jog*
Horus: Oh, okay. It's just Mar-Oof!
*He's actually knocked over by Iris's bright yellow tackling hug*
Ooc. Ok. I thought it was slightly jamming the planet by sheer mass..no worries.
..
*Marilania*
Morgan helped me patch it up. Cargo shuttle. We had to patch it together using spares from a few others.
Its a abit of a Junker but its best I have.
Verdai! What the frag, your alive?
Not seen you in months.
*still wearing the silver necklace he gave her many months ago, just with now longer hair and slightly more confident*
*Maria*
Hey... It seems best we got..
Cargo shuttles never are exactly military grade.
*Marilania smiles*
Hey!
Horus too... This is gonna be a squeeze of a flight!
Oh. And you where right... I kinda ended up with Morgan...
...
*Versatian picks up the whole gravity difference and minor changes to planets atmosphere having accessed a sensor net.
Hmm whatever that is must be of substantial mass..
You where a friend to me so. Least things can turn round.. Room is new, but few old faces left.
*hug is not optional *
Aye.. I had a hunch... Can we not dawdle too long?
I kinda worried about someone.
*looks back at shuttle*
Me and Morgan where fixing this old thing up.
Its not finished but it could fly...
*Marilania*
Milo is about... He just not same since he died. Ended up in hell and reborn again escaping some deamon lord...
He have bad luck...
Walk away yes... Still ain't the comfetest machine. *pats shuttle metal plating *
Hope you like solid metal bucket seating and only heater is up front...
*Horus scoops Iris up in one arm, then very gently picks up Hanna who may or may not still be asleep*
Horus: If there's no room, just point me to where the room is and we can walk
*Iris has her arms latched around Horus and is whispering into his ear. If a bird could blush Horus would be at what Iris is telling him*
Not sure how far exactly. The nav system ain't fully fixed.
Youl be walking a fair distance. There's a room. Its a new room.
*gives directions from flight*
I can take rest back. Got one spare maybe for Hanna..
*Maria nods*
Me and verdai can head back with Marlin if your ok walking.
Tell em youl be back inba day or so.
*Horus puts Iris down gently and hands her Hanna*
Horus: Iris, I want you to take the ship back. I'll be fine, but I don't want to endanger you and Hanna
*Iris looks up at Horus with concern*
Iris: B-but... Are you going to be okay?
*Horus chuckles*
Horus: I will be fine. My main concern is the safety of my family
*Iris stares up at him for a few seconds then bursts into tears as she realizes Horus has accepted Hanna like that*
*She awkwardly hugs Horus, kisses his feathery cheek and boards the shuttle, still wiping a few tears away*
*Marinalia nods*
Aye... Its ready to leave. And milos luck ain't the best... Mormons... What kinda cult did you end up joining... Jeez.
Girls got have some fun... Dust off soon as you ready.
*waves to iris, Hanna, and Horus*
Have a safe trip back. .. Or join me... I got weight n seats...
*climbs into shuttle cockpit with Maria taking co seat*
*Maria looks back at stripped-down and bare metal cargo bay*
Umm.. We got the servitor seats left.
They ain't comfey but we got em.
*has a bunch of bare metal seats and harnesses left set up slightly behind cockpit but not in the cargo bay and headphone sets for the engine noise with helicopter style mics*
I need Mum to help me keep this steady with pasenger load..
*slightly bit of chatter up front as Maria and Marinalia catch up a second and Maria decides internally to give Marlil the ring*
*thinks of way she can give it to Morgan yo gift without being seen to push them into something and has to think about how*
*Marilania waits till everyone is strapped in and such before the rear hatch rises with a hiss of hydraulics *
*smiles back to verdai*
The what .. Only you.... Only you...
You don,t trust me ?
*turns back and flies back to room after taking off with a jolt at few thousand feet not wanting to push engines too hard on this much weight*
*loud whine of engines down in clearing as leave*
...
*Maria monitors and keeps engines steady thinking on how best to gift them the ring*
*Flies back to room fairly uneventfully bar her radio picking up minor static from the orbiting mass and reacting orbits *
*kind of is low key worries but hides it all and calmly flies them home. *
*lands back at room while later though seats are definitely not comfortable *
*The ship has landed, and all occupants have now vacated it, but the flight is not over. On its geo-stationary cruise through space, TC-1-ECRA's automatic systems re-assess the local threat level.
All along the glistening and ornate starboard side of TC-1-ECRA are batteries of lance cannons. Slim and elegant, these resemble upscaled versions of their tank-mounted counterparts, the Bright Lances of Aeldari ground forces. Each of these weapons are capable of unleashing a deadly payload, designed to burn through forcefields and voidship hulls alike. In recent encounters, it is these weapons that laid waste to Imperial vessel after Imperial vessel.
The threat of sentient life had been quantified. Calculated. Qualitativley assessed, and rigorously rationalised.*
*From the safety of the Room, the occupants, were they to look out at the recently landed craft at this moment in time, would bear witness to the firing of just one Lance Cannon. Blue light screamed down from the heavens, like the malediction of an ancient god. The screaming of mortal metal and detonating fuel stocks fills the air, superheated wreckage rains from the sky as the ship fails to absorb the blast of directed energy from above..*
*At this point Taldeer's soul has sort of settled into a form of sleep, and the soulstone pulses softly, but noticeably in Verdai's hand, as she goes into a pseudo hibernation*
*Hrorki sees something explode in the distance and begins sprinting towards where Verdai and the rest are at*
*Milo does the same, yanking on his armor as he does so*
*Horus rushes from his room, half-dressed* *He grabs a weapon of some kind and runs towards the sound of the explosion* *Iris is lying the bed, wrapped in the sheets and looking scared when she things of Hanna. She wraps a sheet around herself and runs for Hanna's room*
*Mergoux runs from her room and towards the explosion*
*Marilania who was just headed to bed after doing last shut down checks is lieing on the ground with a rather jagged metal fragment sticking out her shoulder and one of her legs is damaged by metal fragments below the knee*
*liwing weakly having tried to crawl away and now unconscious having tried to pull self inside *
..
*Maria starts to quickly get gear ready no knowing what going on.*
*Marla runs to med bay expecting trouble as normal*
...
*Jarl finally finds Primus marine as both running to sight of orbital attack*
Found you Brother. Was about to warn of a orbital thrat...its beaten me to it.
...
*Vesarian draws a heavy pistol and heads to explosion*
So. Not as peaceful. It is indeed the planet.
*heads out calmly and quickly. His cool rather hard to break*
*Mergoux runs outside, sees Maril and the flaming wreck, then starts to drag Maril away and into the room, being as gentle as possible with her injuries*
*Vesarian runs over and sees her dragging Marlin*
Allow me to help..
Its my daughter... *reinforced point carrying a heavy naval pistol and coldly protective*
She needs to go to the DR now...
*Maria grabs a bolt pistol and heads out towards the damage*
Gak... Please not be....
...
*Jarl jogs back in finding his primus brother and passing on the information on the crafteorld above*
Things are not good brother. I am not sure what they aim for but it I to our... Problem..
*Mergoux allows Vensarian to help her, but doesn't know this man, and therefor doesn't trust him with the life she sees as innocent, father or not.*
*She's glad to see Maria, as she knows to trust her*
Mergoux: She's alive, but in bad shape. Let's get her to the medbay
*Maria looks over in shock and frowns*
Vesarian... What the frag...I swore if I ever saw you again.. Why the hell you back ... Just help. Be more than you did for 20 damned years.
*Vesarian*
I am back Maria... Now we can discuss later...
*Maria nods*
Fine... You gotta alot to explain... Merg... Can you find Morgan please... I do believe he should least be here when she comes round...
*Marla finds her as she enters med bay and leaves the two universes most icey to each other parents to sit glaring at the other with ernough vigur to chill a space wolf *
*Marla works quickly and soon starts to get Marlin least able to pass a metal detector bbut obviously badly hurt from being nearly vaporised by a orbital lance strike. *
*obvious to a blind person something is up between them*
* a fairly muscular barbarian woman with heavy northern accent hears and has a idea to get rid of some stuff left behind by some other inhabitant of her room on way tp grab some food whole Calluna rests*
Da, I have something. Person leave behind when go to another world... Not fit.. Strange clothes anyway. You have them.
*hands him a box with a complete xena outfit, some band t shirts for a hive rat band, a tartan mini skirt, a leather jacket and a bunch of other rather miscellaneous items. "
Maybe something fit..
*heads off to grab some food quickly taking magical parent break 10 minutes *
*Merg kicks open the door to the med-area and dumps Morgan in a heap on the floor*
*Morgan scrambles to his feet angrily*
Morgan: You didn't have to carry me!
*He looks drained and emotionally exhausted but walks towards the medbay*
Morgan: Maril... Danu she'd better be okay...
*Marla looks over bandaging her leg up that looks to have not had a good time tp say least *
Hey... She be .. She hurt. But she will recover. She took a fairly nasty injury from shrapnel tp shoulder though.
Thanks Merg... I thought you would want to know Morgan... Direct though..
Though she may need to be careful. She done alot of damage to her leg. I just managed to save it. Fairly severe shrapnal wound below the knee.
...
*Vesarian nods and he and Maria both seem to be forcing some kinda truce for Marlins sake*
*Vesarian takes his leave coat still stained with her blood from helping tp carry*
I shall take my leave... I know when I am... Less wanted...
Please update me Marla if anything changes.
*Marla nods mid finsishing medical montage up*
Sure. Il keep you in loop... You are family... However... Well you.
*Maria looks nervous and plays with something unsure what to do with the small black box*
Hey... We have a ... Past. We kept a ... Truce... For Marlins sake...
...
*Marinalia is obviously hurt, pale but sleeping curled up slightly on the bed with a drip running from her arm for the pain*
*Morgandar seems to still work and reaches out in his vague direction weakly*
....
*Vesarian heads off to his room and looks down at blood stain *
(that will be ernough to test.... Though I wanted a less risky way to gain the sample...)
*Marilania does notice but not entirely actively*
*feels a faint bit of pressure as seems to have ability to tell its him at close distances*
*Marla smiles slightly and heads on out. *
Leave that up to you sis...
Think she safe ernough.
*heads outside med bay and goes for some food*
...
*Maria sighs and decides to be honest*
Timing.. This place is well damned awful for it. Might as well just do it.
Can you pass on a gift for me. Don,t take it wrong way... Its kinda special to the family... Its not ment to imply...
...
*Vesarian heads inside his room and scrapes off a small sample pulling out a small portable testing kit after closing*
*starts working and quietly blinking as he runs a test on the sample of Marlins blood*
. .
*Jarl stands with his Primus brother waiting for him tp respond to the warning about the ship he recived and danger there in*
*TC-1-ECRA hovers in its relative position ominously, full of Aeldari technology that it could easily use to lavish Taldeer with clothing and armament*
*Maria hands out a black ring box with a rather large flawless Terran diamond set into Martian gold that looks rather beautiful and fancy*
Umm. Well this was my mothers. Its priceless to us.
Given well... I thought she deserved it.. Far more than my sister in law. Marla agreed with me.
Its not meant as a... Well you know ring...
I ain't pushing ya!
*sighs*
Too painful for me to wear, and it deserves not to sit in a vault forever.
...
*Marilania lies curled slightly and refuses to let go of his hand*
*mostly drugged out, tired and suffering blood loss effects*
*is rather weak but still alive and able to almost feel him*
*Maria looks over worried too having seen her like this too many times*
I never can get used to this...
*Furia shakes head*
No experience... Ask Lady Iris, she made clothes from a sheet.
Silk, sure she can.
My peoples skill in leathers and furs.
Hunters, we work with what we had..
*looks up at sky*
New *thinks a second thanks to theoths skilled teaching she knows but slower * star, stars move against black... This one still as calm lake*
Tube... What tube...?
...
*Maria nods*
Aye. Well I don,t mind. Whenever things are right. Long as she happy. If it takes a century, it takes one. I'm sure she will appreciate the gift greatly regardless which finger it on.
*smiles and basically treats Morgan like he family regardless of minor things like engagements going sadder seeing her daughter lieing on the bed with a heavily bandaged leg and shoulder *
Il leave her in your hands.
Seems you earned it.
. .
*Vesarian looks on tensely as the machine is running its test on the blood sample for the match and genetic markers *
*lies back and drinks some of the liberated snapps*
...
*Marla relcling in main area having grabbed some food and
Reads some random boom she picked up*
*Maria trusts Marlin is safe and heads off tp rest in her room *
*gives a gentle hug *
You a good egg alright. She chose well...
*goes to bed*
..
*Marinalia seems to toss abit even sedated slightly and and tigtens pressure on hand when having nightmares *
*seems to be stable but weaker, pale and generally not feeling great*
...
*Marla waves over tp Merg and sat reading, kinda looking worried but also knows she should pull though fine*
Hey. She be ok in end. I saved her leg. That was powerful explosion.
*has own augmented leg showing under her clothes with a fully metallic human foot *
I'm glad she not ended up like me yet.
OOC: if you want to enter the Craftworld, you'll need a plan to avoid getting shot at by defense turrets. The Lances have a hard time hitting small targets unless they're stationary, and most likely only one would fire at such a small thing. Which means you'd likely survive leaving the atmosphere if you zigzag a little.
*Taldeer's eyes snap open and for a brief moment she looks utterly terrified, as her last conscious memory is of some very, very bad things happening to her soul in the warp*
*she then seems to get a hold of herself and carefully surveys the room she's in*
*Hrorki sighs and walks into the main area of the new-Room and looks around*
By the All-Father this place must be cursed....
*Milo is in the firing range trying to work off some stress*
*the pilot is being a creep and going through people's stuff in their rooms trying to acquire some information for her boss*
*winds up in Merg's room and begins poking through her stuff, and she's a bit confused as to why there is such primitive items amongst her stuff*
*Mergoux finishes eating and goes to walk back to her room. She opens the door and pauses when she sees the Pilot*
*Her brow furrows and she half-draws her sword*
Mergoux: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand.
*the Pilot freezes for a brief second before seemingly relaxing*
Because I would be able to shoot you down before you made it two paces into this room? And failing that I have a sword of my own, and I would give you a nice run for your money?
*she then turns around and casually leans against the bed and stares at Merg*
*Taldeer starts poking at the tube that she's encased in, and is now surveying her environment carefully and taking in everything she can see*
*Mergoux nods and lets her sword fall back into place*
Mergoux: Fair enough...
*She walks inside and kicks the door shut behind her. She jerks her chin sharply to the left, turning her head and audibly cracking her neck*
*She then looks at the Pilot while casually placing both hands behind her back*
Mergoux: Give me a nice run for my money? Well... I'd like to see that...
*She whips her arms back around, hurling two daggers at the pilot before going to tackle her*
*the Pilot's reflexes kick in, and she manages to dodge the daggers, although one of them does give her a pretty nasty cut along her arm*
*she is; however, not quite fast enough to dodge the tackle and she goes down in a flurry of limbs*
*she furiously punches at Merg's head and neck in an effort to knock her unconscious or gain an advantage over her*
*Taldeer coughs a few times to get the remaining fluid out of her lungs and coughs a few more times as she starts getting used to breathing air again*
*just returns Verdai's hug and says nothing as the coughing slowly subsides*
*Mergoux struggles with the pilot, before soundly headbutting her. She takes a shot to the jaw and is knocked off, but kicks at the Pilot's knee while awkwardly pulling a long knife from her bag*
Mergoux: You dare come into my room and think you can just walk out of here!?
*the pilot is a bit stunned by the headbutt, and an ominous crack can be heard from her knee when Merg kicks there, but she manages to kick away from her with her good leg and pull her own knife out of the sheath at her hip*
I do dare, and you WILL let me walk out of here....
*speaks with the utmost confidence*
*Taldeer blanches*
A rogue craftworld? What? What possible reason could cause a Craftworld to go rogue?
*Taldeer mutters a series of unflattering curses to herself as she finishes dressing*
The Gods are cruel, I can't even have 5 minutes after coming back from the dead to relax. Noooo.... They just HAD to throw me for another frickin' loop today didn't they?
*Mergoux spits out some blood and growls*
Mergoux: Lke hell you will!
*She goes low and fast, kicking at the weakened knee and trying to drive her dagger home into the pilot's ribcage*
*The Pilot manages to dodge the stab, but the knee gets kicked again and yet another ominous crack comes from it*
*she then tries to sucker punch Mergoux to try to get her to back off*
*Mergoux grunts as she's punched hard in the gut, she gets a good deal of wind knocked out of her but still tries to come after the pilot, slashing hacking while trying to ger her breath ack* *She tries to pin the pilot under her and stab down*
*Taldeer sighs and stretches, and several joints crack loudly*
Might as well.... Here we go again...
*goes to open the door*
*the Pilot raises her forearms to block the slashes from getting at her throat, and gets a bit cut up as a result*
*furiously throws several more punches to try to keep Mergouox off balance so she can't pin her*
*Merg gets kknocked back again and crashes through the door and intp the hallways*
*She lies dazed for a moment as Iris pokes her head out of her room at the noise*
Iris: Wat's going on?!
*the Pilot slowly begins to stand up, and winces as her bad knee won't really support her weight*
*leans heavily against the wall and begins to hobble towards the door*
*Taldeer lets out a long sigh as Mergoux comes crashing through the door*
Don't worry too much, the humans are just hitting each other again. Nothing new.
*the pilot manages to parry the sword and then swing back at Merg*
*she also growls at Verdai*
Piss off!
*Taldeer just sighs and pulls at Verdai's arm*
Leave them to their squabble, we have better things to do. I just spent far too long in the warp, all I want now is a nice, soft bed to sleep in and about 40 hours of sleep.
*Mergoux growls in rage and chases after the pilot* Mergoux: No you don't! We finish this now! *She staggers dizzily as that blow to the jaw did more than she expected*
*Iris streaks by wrapped in a bedsheet and carrying Hanna to her own room for safety*
**Marla heads out hearing trouble and leans against wall near med area armed making sure no idiot hurts her neice*
*keeps one short sword out and watches for trouble. *
...
*Vesarian heads out and walks towards the trouble *
Now... What is going on that disturbs my rest...
...
*Marinalia wakes tiny bit though pain and drugs have her somewhat fuzzy on things abs utterly disorientated *
*weakly sounding like need some water as well*
Where.... Am I...? Mor...gan....?
Mum? Only gonna do last flight checks... Be 5 mins....
...
*Jarl tells his primus brother of rogue craftworld above them*
It is a problem. Someone was already badly wounded in a orbital strike..
We also lost our only currently working shuttle...
...
*Furia bolts her rooms door and locks it checking her own sword in plqce as Calluna sleeps*
This place, fight, explosions...
How you live here?
Someone hurt, I saw blood and burning wreck outside.
Dr busy. Know who it was?
Not strange necromancer man...
*Morgan leans over Maril and brushes her hair back*
Morgan: Hey... it's okay, you were in an accident...
*Thoth looks down at Calluna and Furia*
Thoth: It can be... difficult. Perhaps in the near future we could leave this place, raise Calluna in peace. I know of a place that would be safe for her to grow up in.
*He sits crosslegged on his bed, several books floating around him*
*Morgan gently presses Maril down*
Morgan: Easy, take it easy. The shuttle exploded, and you took a ton of shrapnel hurt. Your shoulder and leg are the worst... you nearly ended up like your mum... or my sister...
*He stands up and nods*
Morgan: Sure thing, I'll be right back
*He jogs out of the room to get some water*
*Thoth bites back a comment about 'Sky gods'*
Thoth: Well... Perhaps it would be safer, and a better enviroment for Calluna to grow up in
*Thoth nods*
Thoth: Perhaps you can speak with the owners of the place I suggest, they should be passed out drunk a few rooms down.
*Morgan nods*
Morgan: Lost your leg... very nearly..
*He looks over at the box and hands it to her*
Morgan: Gift from yer mum. Says it's a family heirloom
*furia*
You mean... Morrigan? Family?
Can ask... You think let us stay? My people kind of angered Mprri when first came.
*looks over to Calluna remembering and does see his point*
For Calluna.. Have to face Morri.. Guess this something I have to do.
...
*drinks glass of water quickly rather parched and does best to lean over and thank with a kiss however hard work for her*
Urgh, id rather remain human for abit. My family has a unfortunate knack for needing cybernetic and augmentation.
*Marinalia opens the box and squees slightly at the rather fancy ring *
My grandmothers ring... I always looked at this one as a kid at Olympus...
*goes slightly pink relising*
Oh god... I bet you thought it was a nudge to... Well.. Different finger....
*goes rather quiet on matter and slides ring onto not that finger looking rather awed, and awkward making the rather large diamond glitter in light*
*slightly too scared to push it too far as not wanna scare him off and send running for the nearest shadowrealm*
*Furia hopes they agree and picks up Calluna carefully*
Come on, lets see if Daddy was right.
*smiles slightly and walks over and knocks on the room with Calluna resting safely on her arm and trusting Thoeth was right *
Hello. Can I talk to you?
Would like help. Need safe space for Daughter, told your home was place to ask.
...
*Marlain is smiles and lies back slightly adjusting to try and find least painful position *
Oww..
*goes slightly pink*
Umm, thanks for not running away. It probably was kinda forward... Well seemed that way when you first saw this... Seems your part of the family now being trusted with that heirloom...
*sighs as glittering ring seems to suit her rather well*
That's... Well, we shared a name, now I have her ring.
Kinda ... Deep.
...
*Vesarian heads put after finding the blood is a match *
(now... How can I manage that.... They may not let me access as easily...)
*looks round the corridor pistol drawn*
What is going on?
...
*Marla keeps a eye from afar on Marlin and Morgan deciding she gone deaf and just watchd the corridor *
*keeps sword handy and seems to "forget" anything *
*Milo is still shooting at the firing range*
*Taldeer is fast asleep and looks to stay that way for a while*
*Hrorki is drinking ale in the dining area*
*Hrorki looks over at Agmar*
What can we do brother? As much as I hate to admit it, the two of us cannot do much on a ship that size. We would need the entire brotherhood to take on a threat of that magnitude.
*he curses in irritation and punches a hole in a nearby wall*
*Milo goes dead silent upon hearing the news*
*slowly lowers his hot-shot lasgun to the firing range counter and takes a deep breath*
I sometimes wonder if life hates us.
*Vesarian closes in on the trouble ad keeps pistol drawn*
hello, now, what is going on here..
...
*Marinalia smiles and looks over at him*
ummm Maria may hate this, but can you carry me to main room or something... rather gently...
i feel stuck... least there i can lie on a couch, have a coffee n see people.
...
*Furia looks at Macha holding Calluna safely with one arm*
Hello, i was hoping to ask if we could have safe home at ... Farm? space for Calluna to be safe.. grow.
Thoeth told me of you, need safe place our daughter. here too many dangers, war, deamons... bad place for child.
*Spac wolf nods to Dira feeling her past sadness easily *
hello, Dira not seen you for a while.
If you are looking for Brother.
*smells air*
He is with Princess, around the med bay section of base.
*Morgan smiles slightly and nods, lifting Maril up*
Morgan: As you wish my Princess
*He takes her to the main room and sits next to her on the couch*
*Macha frowns, her red wings shifting behind her*
Macha: Hm... Well, I don't know... Do you even know what we do there? It's a ranch, not a farm. We breed animals, and there's no way we're just letting you stay there unless you're willing to do some work. We don't take freeloaders.
*Marinalia smiles and seems happier to have new surroundings *
Thankyou my prince.
Was feeling stuck. I get bored stuck in bed all day..
*whispers*
And not the fun way...
Notices Dira and keeps tone gentle*
Hello, evening Dira. You wanna join us. We got a spare sofa or 3.
*smiles gentley though her new ring probbly quite obvious but seems to suit her*
...
*Jarl nods over to aMorgan*
Agh, hello again young mechanist.
*teases slightly laughing*
Seems you got your ladies wrong finger there ladee.
...
*Furia nods*
Know little of what Thoeth told me..
Been too busy with ... With working out how best to raise Calluna. Difficult time .
My people, we hunters, am good tracker and hunter if that helps you. We lived in this lands Northern forests before the invasion..
*Morgan smiles weakly and whispers back*
Morgan: As soon as your healed.. I promise..
*He looks over at his sister and pats the couch on the other side*
Morgan: Hey sis... you feelin' better?
*Dria nods and hobbles over to Morgan, then sits next to him, leaning against him sadly.*
*Macha frowns and shakes her head*
Macha: We dont' need hunters, we need ranch hands. Someone who can look after animals
*TC-1-ECRA maintains it's eerily motionless geostationary orbit, a shadow against the stars, its enormity bearing down oppressively upon the hapless inhabitants of Room-world*
This is Admiral Eclipse of the 18th Battlegroup of Battlefleet Tempestus, broadcasting on all frequencies. We have been engaged by an Eldar Craftworld, designated TC-1-ECRA. in Sub-Sector Aurora Meridian. This vessel has destroyed no fewer than six battlegroups on its course, and must be considered Threat-Level: CATACLYSM. TC-1-ECRA is armed with planet-killer munitions, battleship-class port and starboard Lance Batteries, fleet-class Launch Bays, a prow Linear Accelerator and dorsal missile batteries. TC-1-ECRA is advancing on heading 371-885-774-14.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
TC-1-ECRA has suffered cripppling damage to its port-side hull, all attempts to pass TC-1-ECRA are to consider this the only survivable vector.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
==Repeat Transmission==
This is Admiral Eclipse of the 18th Battlegroup of Battlefleet Tempestus, broadcasting on all frequencies. We have been engaged by an Eldar Craftworld, designated TC-1-ECRA. in Sub-Sector Aurora Meridian. This vessel has destroyed no fewer than six battlegroups on its course, and must be considered Threat-Level: CATACLYSM. TC-1-ECRA is armed with planet-killer munitions, battleship-class port and starboard Lance Batteries, fleet-class Launch Bays, a prow Linear Accelerator and dorsal missile batteries. TC-1-ECRA is advancing on heading 371-885-774-14.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
TC-1-ECRA has suffered cripppling damage to its port-side hull, all attempts to pass TC-1-ECRA are to consider this the only survivable vector.
TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged. Repeat, TC-1-ECRA, is not to be engaged.
*Iris sits with Hanna in the kitchen, still hurting a little bit from a wounded leg* Iris: So Hanna, I was thinking we'd go somewhere when Horus gets back... Somewhere nice and safe
*Macha talks a bit more with Calluna and Furia, eventually deciding to let them stay and see what goes on*
*Dria goes to Gharn and sits with him, talking for a long time about her being so shut down. Finally she hugs him tightly, whispers for him never to leave her and they enjoy a night of passion together*
*Furia holds Calluna bouncing her slightly to keep her happy*
Thankyou.. For safe place, Calluna no trouble.
*heads off to tell Thoeth the good news and if he needs to have a word with the sisters as he one who seems to have the issues, slightly annoyed he could not have told her more before she went as nearly undid everything*
...
*Marinalia looks over seeing Iris seeming happy anyway *
They seem cute...
*looks over her father more cooly*
So what is it. I thought we where being open...
*nods and notices her new ring carrying a hidden meaning*
Agh, I see Maria has made sure your Martian... But not quite...
*glances over to still sleeping Morgan*
Heirloom indeed.
There is someone I need you to help... It without not entirely without risk.. To both of you.
I came for reasons of import. A life hangs in the balance.
Now do you believe im not entirely evil?
...
*Marla and Maria sat chatting outside trying to work out what to do about Marlins father and there whole family cold war*
*Gharn and Dria lie in bed together, sleeping the day away with each other*
*The two sisters head back to the ranch to prepare for Furia and Thoth's arrival*
*Horus comes back and he and Iris have a serious talk then Iris gets up to find Maria, leaving Horus with Hanna* Horus: Alright Hanna, you sure you've got everything? *He makes sure she does and starts packing up what few possessions he and Iris still have between them*
*Marinalia*
A life... What you on about.. Who. Who you hurt...
*veris*
No one.. Not by choice or direct action.
You have a Half sister... She has a aging illness, your my daughter and a close match. You from what Maria told me age Far slower.. The two counteract...
*Marinalia*
What... And you never told me...
A what... Why did you never saay before..
*veris*
I could not risk it... Till I was sure... Now as you can understand, I had very good reason yo come here...
*Morgan stirs slightly and mumbles in a doze*
Morgan: No more waffles...
*Iris smiles faintly and hugs both sisters tightly*
Iris: I'm... saying goodbye. Horus, Hanna and I are going leave for greener pastures... maybe settle down, maybe see if we can find some children in need of parents, like with Hanna.
*She sighs sadly*
Iris: But... we're going to need to leave this place, for somewhere less dangerous... so we're heading out in a day or too, once we've said our goodbyes...
*As she hugs Maria she whispers "My offer still stands, should you ever want, call on me, I'll hear you."*
*louder*
Well stay safe, and of you ever...
Well if you cannot contact direct. *gives details of a fake ID, and that gets back to them via quiet means with own funds and layers of discreet agreements*
Bit slower, but I'm sure we can find you space on the quiet estates out in the quieter systems if ever want to visit...
*Marla offers a hug*
Not goodbye. Just going away for awhile Iris...
We survive, we always managed between the family some how!
*Iris of course hugs Marla tightly and smiles faintly down at the pair of sisters* Iris: If you should need me, or Horus, just call on us... We'll here you. *She smiles again, pulls them both into one last hug, wipes a tear away and waves as she goes to find others to say goodbye to*
*Morgan still seems a little distrustful of Vensarian but nods*
Morgan: I think you should do it, if he's telling the truth then... well I think it should happen.
*Iris goes to see Morrigan and spends several hours just sitting and talking with her about things*
*looks over*
Father... Il do it... For her, not for you though.
*Vesarian looks back*
I thought as much... You like your mother than me...
(that was easier... No may have been a tad more messy)
*voxs over a message and a rumbling of a transport pulls up outside with a medical team a while later*
*Victoria looks pale with several medics, in tow and a fairly chunky support augment frame helping her walk with a subtle hiss of powered systems*
*Looks athletic but ill with Marlin sharing same grey eyes as a family trait and dark hair, obviously drained relying heavily on Aumented support*
*weakly*
Dad, and this is... Who I think.
*Nods*
Sister... Marinalia*
And...? *looks nervously to Morgan as total stranger*
*Marinalia*
Hello, *both look rather nervous *
Yep, Half sister Victoria...
He trusted..
*Maria walks in and suddenly looks over surprised and also frowns heavily *
You been hiding things Verris... Very much so...
*Vesarian nods*
I have been Maria... Now I ain't such a donkey-cave as I seem.
Unless I need to be...
*Morgan nods politely to Vicky*
Morgan: I'm Morgan... your sister's well... We're more than boyfriend and girlfriend at this point. I'm her partner... Good to meet you.
*Tries hard to be friendly*
*Marinalia smiles slightly *
Think that sums things up accurately... Yep, he a good egg.
*glad he trying yet both of them are rather nervous*
*Victoria quietly, but also as nervous meeting Marlin for first time, and quiet as not in best health*
Nice to meet you then. She seems to have chosen well, not one of the old familes, being a Princess. ?
You known each other a while?
*probes slightly to try and learn abit about both of them carefully*
*Marinalia*
This place has been different, normal rules do not apply as such.
Its been... Difficult, but worth it. This place is.. Interesting.
*Vesarian looks over guardedly protectively *
See Maria, my reasons now clear...
*Maria*
Aye. They are...
You hurt her though. We can forget our truce. She innocent unlike you though...
You be wanting my help...?
*Vesarian*
And you... We both are not Maria.
Yes. Its complex, a skilled doctor will not go amiss.
*Victoria looks over*
Least there not killing each other...
*Marinalia nods*
Yeah.. We both know one half of the story..
*Marinalia, Maria, VesArian and Victoria all Ummmmmm heavily. *
Marinalia, well, ummm Vearian... please Father...
*Vesarian nods*
sure Marinalia. Well, I am Marinalias father, the young Lady with dark hair is my daughter and her step sister Victoria.
*Maria,*
aye, don;t you keep remining me Veris. what we got up to... i know you enjoy it... she not mine, born after.
*Victoria weakly relying on a augmented support frame*
Marlinalia, my half sister is key for my treatment, ... i age too fast. Illness, this is only cure.
*looks over to Morgan with eyes rather similar to her sisters and fathers*
you seem cute anyway... got a brother?
*jokinglyy tries to break the ice abit that's rapidly forming desperately*
*Marinalia*
and i age slower... so this kinda well, is a rather bad family reunion with two split parents worthy of a holo soap...
*Maria*
umm... yeah, that about explains this mess...
*Iris blinks in surprise, sort of just standing there with a very surprised expression on her face*
Iris: Oh! I err... I see... I'll just... be over here...
*She scoots off*
*Morgan frowns slightly at Victoria*
Morgan: No. I have a twin sister, but she's spoken for. Why? I thought you had an advanced aging disease? So how old are you?
18 . I caught it on a space station, a chemical effected me.
Its mostly made me very weak but much longer and Il have far worse effects. , I cannot walk minus support or stand now unaided. 10 months ago I could run close to a 4 minute mile.
It started slow.. It like a curve.
*weakly embarrassed and slightly sad as so weak*
Breaking the ice... Seemed to be freezing over.
*Vesarian nods*
She was normal young lady before. It was I suspect a hrud derived chemical. They are... A dangerous xeno we know little of but they leave planets a dead husk in wake.
*Marinalia feels bad for her. *
Oh sorry. Come on, Il help abit.
*helps her down and seems to deep down relise they have similarities' *
*Vesarian silences a medics protest with a shake of head instead wanting sisters to bond to make sure Marlin does not back out in mind games *
*Maria*
Umm yeah. Litte awkward Iris...
*Follows trusting Veasrian not be be idiot round Victoria*
Sorry about that.. Ummm.. I'm not sure how to explain. It just happened.
*Morgan frowns and nods*
Morgan: And your only solution was to come here? Get Maril's help? What do you even need from her?
*He sighs and pats Vicky's shoulder*
Morgan: Sorry just... dealing with some gak right now... Let's get you healed up and back on your own two feet.
*Victoria nods weakly*
Yes... Only thing left. She has slowed aging.
We are half sisters. We match ernough. Thankyou.
Excuse me.. I'm rather... Tired.
*is helped off to a spare room by one of her rather overly professional medical team*
*Vesarian calmy explains*
Marinalia and her family line all age slower. There blood contains some property we cannot replicate. We tried everything else.
Maria will supervise things of course too.
*Marinalia nods nervously*
Yes... He right... It might pass on... Ernough to make normal...
We are sisters...
It can wait till morning... When we all.ready. We both need to rest for this.
OOC: I wonder if the play's gotten stale.. There's been a lack of newcomers. I remember when people used to cycle through this thread almost weekly :/
I also managed to snooker myself by being a CW stuck in high orbit...
Probably should design a secondary character. Any proposals?
*The Room's main entrance slams open and a haggered looking guardsman, dressed in verdant green flak armour. His left arm is in a crude sling, burnt red with dried blood, and he immediately falls to the floor*
Guardsman: Is this Medicae 14?
*His voice is that of a battle hardened soldier, rough and commanding, from him a question sounds like an order for information*
*Marinalia*
Marla! Wounded.
*goes to help solider to a chair*
*Vesarians medical team remain soley caring for Victoria and unloading equipment *
*Vesarian cooly presses the alert button in the somewhat customized garb of a navy captain*
There are available medics here guardsman.
*one keeps a eye on Victoria and helps ready her for the procedure *
...
*Marla heads over*
Professor Marla, head Doctor of Medicare zone 15 and senior doctor.
Want me to take a look at that arm soldier.
*Morgan nods to Vensarian*
Morgan: What else did you try? Anything? Or did you just come straight here?
*He sees the wounded soldier and goes to help*
OOC: Yeah things have slowed down. Most of the regulars have moved on to greener pastures. I still post a bit and Jhe does too, other than that War Kitten and Vervievadi pop in from time to time but it's not often
i did, mostly juvent and other treatments that slow or counter aging. at rather high expense, we where out near the Chronos expanse.
*adds for Morgan*
its the Impirums rather frontier border, similar to Halo stars...
I headed here rather early on , as i was on the borders, and it took several months at warp to reach this system.
*Marinalia lets Morgan help and makes some food for people*
guardsman, Morgan, anyone else want somthing from the kitchen while im waiting for Victoria?
OOC:
I've been wrestling with reality for the last few days. Dealing with a number of family issues on top of dealing with some summer courses at college means that I'm busy most days.
Cpl. Malik: Thanks. This smells better than my rations. And the food looks good, too. I saw the wreckage outside and though I must have still been around where I'm supposed to be. But if this is Medicae 15 and not 14, I'm well off base.
*Begins eating, shoveling food into his mouth at a rate only a Guardsman can muster*
*Marinalia*
Thanks, yeah... Orbital lance fire in told..
Was just leaving after post flight.
Well that's what left of my shuttle! Honestly your first imperial we seen in a few weeks.
(and I thought Morgan could eat)
*Marla*
Aye, yeah, Medicare 15. Just go easy on arm. You took a bad Las flash burn.
14, is .. Well you got alot lost... And my neice is a good cook..
*smiles tucking into own as hungry*
...
*Vesarian nods*
I am going to see Victoria
*rather cooly walks off*
...
*Space wolf wanders by to grab a ale and also looks out a window calculating the location of something *
Cpl. Malik: So you've got no contact, this IS Medicae 15, you've been hit by an Orbital Lance and there's a Space Marine. I must've been hit in the head, too.
How much do you know of Imperial activity around here?
*Marla*
Used to be larger centreplace with a PDF company, had a small Garrison of space wolves occupying a supply base, and yep. We got lanced by a elder craftworld. This is Medicare 15 , I should know I run it. *slightly sad about fact*
And maybe you hit your head on way in...
*Space wolf looks over*
Jarl Agmar of the Space Wolves Legion.
Full Rune preist.
What Marla told you is true.
The original settlement was destroyed in a invasion.
We have had no contact from other imperial forces bar a brother Primus of my chapter.
OOC: Aren't the new marines called "Primaris" marines?
BIC:
Cpl. Malik: Well then. I'm going to need to contact Command, if we've got Eldar now. I take it they were the invasion?
The only war going on that I was aware of was the 14th Callan Suppression. Damn rebels think they're too good for the Imperium. Been going on for two centuries now, they never learn.
*to Agmar*
Cpl. Malik: I thought you lot were all fictional. And what's a brother Primaris?
*Marla*
Nope... Just hung in space. The short range radar here not picked up a blip.
Granted its mostly just a navdar for helping shuttle find us, and guide in safely but it detects some incoming..
Sounds like impirium. There's always a war somewhere.
*Jarl gives a cool laugh*
Fiction. No.
My life might be considered it by most though. Only one other like me left in the galaxy.
*calmly explains*
New marines, created by Lord Gulimanand Arch Magos Cawl, bigger, stronger than the original arastes to serve as part of the new crusade.
Young bloods though, fresh out of training mostly.
Cpl. Malik: So who did invade? And why is there a whole Craftworld just floating up there? And where is the Navy?
*gets up to look for a map*
*to Agmar*
Cpl. Malik: So there's only one normal Marine, and a bunch of newer, bigger, propaganda pieces created by two characters who are definitely fictitious? Or at least highly heretical, if anything on the posters is true.
*finds a supply crate and begins rummaging through it*
*Cpl. Malik looks puzzled for a moment, and then starts counting on his hands*
Cpl. Malik: One times fifteen is... Fifteen. Times by, wait, divided by one hundred is... So there is around 150,000,000 people left on this planet. Huh. And I thought your communications were bad. I was off with my Brigade supressing civilian revolts not too far from here. Saw a nuke go off, and everything went to gak from there.
Guess that's what happens when the Emperor forgets to "protect" your long-range vox. And I did always wonder what was up with these locals doing heretical things with their dead.
*he finally finds a map*
Cpl. Malik: Right. Medicae 14... that should be there... 15 is... here. Oh fethdamnit! I'm off by about twenty miles!
Wed no word from any other sector, we assumed we where the last left behind.
When we trekked by local area we saw only ruins sand dead towns...
There was every reason to believe we last remaining base here.
Unless our sector just got hit worst.
*Jarl nods*
Plus a extra 10 north on map to account for location.
That ones pre relocation.
*Marilania*
Aye, I flew over zone a week or so ago, no life signs local. This area was pretty hit hard before, we got hammered in attacks... Not been easy Corporal.
Cpl. Malik: Brigade Alpha should be here soon, if they've not been killed off yet. I say we wait a while for them, and see if they have a long range vox.
Like I said, I was entirely unaware of the local situation. So I very much hope it stays local. Otherwise we're in deeper gak than even the Emperor can help us with.
Yeah, plus we have food, shelter, there's some booze hidden in stores somewhere! Make yourself at home...
It seems to have disopated now but avoiding caves and such might be a good idea.
*Marinalia*
Aye, at worst, it seemed like entire planet cut off.
We where totally alone for a week or so at least. Seems main worry is that craftworld... Maybe there's a alternative way to stop it? . .. Bar directly using ships.
Regiment.. Maybe. Hell even a basic command chimeria might have a decent vox.
*Jarl nods*
I got the astopathic message... Fleets staying clear of that thing. Its down to creative thinking...
Cpl.Malik: One Craftworld, one expended invasion, local area is dead. No external contact, the Navy's gone off gallavanting and now we've either got to wait for some hopefully-already-dead reinforcements, or get ourselves off-world.
Good start to the day.
About 6 miles northwest of here, there is a dropsite for infantry landers. If we're lucky, we might be able to commandeer a small lander.
*Vesarian*
Because .. Rogue traders are not always looked upon kindly. Plus there is a matter to be done before we could leave. It is not a question. My Daughters takes priority.
*Victoria nods weakly sat by Marinalia slightly supporting her*
I need the treatment before i am strong ernough to travel.
*Jarl*
There's plenty of planet too... Can always find a more populated area, maybe to the coasts.
Maybe one of the settlements survived out there. Be good to find a long range vox too.
Cpl. Malik: I don't mean to get out of the system, that would be desertion. What I want to do is get into orbit and carpet bomb whatever's left of those suckers out there, and locate my Regiment. Maybe find out what's up with that Craftworld.
*Picks up an old lasgun cartridge, inspects it, and throws in into a corner*
OOC: Still going to be without reliable internet for another week. Should be back on Dakka after that.
*Athan continues to roam the forests and canyons of the Avatar world, humming softly to himself as he traces his tattoos and scars like a roadmap of his adventures.*
*around the festive tree topped by the imperial holiday skull, the family gathers and finaly peace has come to the avatar land*
*marla sits in a festive dress pesting Yarrick to play aqullas and skulls on a tablet and remembers thr good old days, while waiting for Milo to get over monpaply arguments *
*Maria and Vesarian finaly put there 2 decades past them of altercation and sat together holding hands toasting marshmallows on the fire with her mechadrite wrapped wound them both, no longer alone at last*
*Marinalia relaxed, enjoying her first Christmas away from schola with her family waiting for a kiss under the mistletoe with Morgan*
*High Facrocator maxamillon does in a chair recharging on a USB port after Christmas dinner with a santa hat and a mechadrite stealing some mince pies. *
*Yarl Agmar and the space wolves at the kitchen trying to outdrink each other and also run the entire continent out of booze*
*Furia sits carving a toy for her daughter, happy that at last somthing good has come of time in the room. *
*a long lost commissar from many thousands of posts ago wanders out of thr cold, hands out his presents and warms his hands by the fire *
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And for one day, peace, calm and happyness spread in the grim dark universe.
Iris sits on a sofa, snuggled against Horus with a letter in her hand from her best human friend, as they both look over at Quetz, curled around the sofas as usual. nestled in Quetz's scaly palm was a Christmas classic. The Ancient Elder read aloud... "Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." The room was quite for a change, peaceful. ""The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there" Indeed, around the circumference of the living area were arranged many socks. Some were fairly generic like Horus's, others ornate like Iris's, which kept changing color in gentle ripples. Two were home-made, Gharn had sewn two for himself and Dria, his made of leather and hers of white fur.
Thoth sat in an armchair, listening silently with his daughter practicing little spells on his lap while Ra and Huitz dozed on recliners.
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads" read The Great Serpent quietly, looking over at Gharn and Dria, curled up together, fast asleep on the sofa across from them. Iris smiled gently and urged him to keep reading as Morgan preformed the time honored tradition of mistletoe with his love.
"And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap-" he read further, Iris snuggling against Horus and drawing a blanket over herself, yawning slightly as Quetz read "When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.". Morrigan stirred from her sleep, grumbling slightly and rubbing her coal-black eyes as a loud noise awoke her.
"Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,." Quetz's rumbling voice spoke as the Crow Goddess walked out of her room, tying a bathrobe over her nightgown and racing towards the door.
"With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick." The Dragon said. Outside, a man looking to be in his early 50s was helping a woman looking about the same age off a sleigh. In the driver's seat say a blonde-haired man with twinkling blue eyes, wearing a ragged red coat and a scarf over his face. He held the reins in his right hand, as his left was only a golden crescent blade. The sleigh was made of solid gold and was pulled by animals that had died out millions of years before humanity had even been a concept in the back of some Archon's mind.
"More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem; To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” the hook-handed man smiled as Morrigan rushed out and embraced her dear friends, both smiling happily as they hugged her.
"As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys - and St. Nicholas too" said the dragon as the Hook-Handed man lifted a large bag over his shoulder. Mergoux looked down coldly from where she was sharpening a dagger on top of the roof, the snow seeming not to bother her, though her arms were bare, tattoo's gleaming in the moonlight.
"And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof , The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:" Marethyu suddenly looked up at Mergoux and waved, a loud clattering coming from behind her startled her, and she turned around. Behind her was a full set of armor, and she new just by looking it would fit her perfectly. Looking back she saw the Morrigan, the two men and the other woman walking towards the door, and for once Mergoux sat back, feeling... content. Not happy, but... content.
"His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;"
Quetz read
"A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night." Quetz said as the door opened, revealing the older man and his wide, the Morrigan in her nightgown and the hook-handed man.
Nicholas: Hello everyone! We're home!
*Rita sits on the beach planet Izriel and her found. They both lay on long beach towels, and both have some form of beverage. The planet's bright sun is blocked by a tall metal figure, who holds a small beach umbrella over the pair.*
Rita: Dt... why don't you set the umbrella in the sand?
Dt -Protocol 1- Pilot the sun is moving on it's axis, in time-
Rita: It's cool, Rt! Just wanted you to be comfortable.
*Dt makes a happy bleep, and leans forward to look down at the pair.*
Dt: Merry Christmas, pilot and Izriel.
Rita: Merry Christmas bud, glad you're here.
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*Jake stands silently alone in the forest, his brilliant green eyes study the room, but he dares not tread any closer. He closes his hand around the small lock of Denny's hair, and looks towards the sky. Purpose he thinks, and with that a portal forms behind him. He silently walks through the portal, and begins a new adventure... though this adventure he walks alone.*
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*Rachel sits alone in the forest next to Thaddeus's grave, she gently brushes away the built up grim on the gravestone. After sometime she breaks down again, and hugs the gravestone, as fresh tears run down her face. "Miss you Senpai, Happy winter..."*
*Ciri sits snuggled in bed with Taeria, in one of the high towers in Kaer Morhen. She briefly looks over at her lover, and snuggles closer to her before letting out a sigh of happiness. Down in the main hall Geralt and Yennefer sit drinking, and enjoying the last bits of the holiday feast. Both smile happily, and have yet to argue for sometime. Gradually they make their way to bed, and cuddle with each other for the night.*
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*What is Roland doing? Well... The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.*
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*Gaunter watches Aerin cook, and sighs at him.*
Gaunter: You must give it more time, witcher. Let the meat roast, not blacken though...
*Randal nods behind him, almost seeming to appear out of know where.*
Randal: Or you know, just give us your soul?
*Walterr silently steps from a dark corner, already facepalming.*
Walter: Gents, let's give them a day or two without deals or harassment. It's the holidays after all.
*The three grumble, and nod before walking into a dark corner, to visit a dark world.*
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*Under the Christmas tree lay tons of gifts for everyone, though all of them say this on the cards "To Mutie, love AMERICA'S FINEST SOLDIER."*
OOC: Miss this thread, but glad we did this. Merry Christmas to you guys.
