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OOC: ver. long time ^^ i said in my post hes the first that joined you either way, i like kroot ^^

oh and just on a general note. for those who cant imagine a female kroot, imagine a normal kroot, but less....spiky....u know a softer image...maybe shorter quills...possibly boobs...dunno use your imagination.

IC: Kharror vaulted of Krarhor and landed silently on the groun, making particular effort not to awaken any of his brood. Rising, he moved across the room, indicating for Lyas to follow. They moved away from the pack, and down another tunnel, to a small Ante-chamber. The inside ws decorated with trophies of various adventures Kharror has undertaken with Lyas. A tyranid gaunt head pinned to the wall, a Bugbear paw, even a trylobyte antennae. Kharror settled down on a small, polished rock, and Lyas sat onto a chair, that, in the clay walled enviroment, amongst the trophies of various xenos, looked totally alien.

"Well Lyas, what is it you want?" said Kharror. he had removed from his belt a quill he had recantly shed, and began to absent mindedly fiddle with it.

"I've heard news that Kuusan is currently in the sights of the T'au Empire; the barges may be more heavily guarded than we expected. One battleship and some lighter escorts. I'd like you to make sure that your kin are prepared to fight a boarding action. Scents can get confused by ventilation systems, corridors turned to killing zones; I'd hate to see your less-experienced warriors die needlessly."

Lyas then pulled out a freshly printed schematic, still warm from the auto-scribe. He spread it on the table with the specially oversized letters and symbols facing Kharror. "Here's a schematic of the Gal'leath-class battleship we'll likely be facing, along with the current boarding plan. If you'd like to propose a better course for your own forces, don't hesitate to let me know."

With that, Lyas stood and bowed. "Feast on your enemies, old friend." With that, he strode out of the chamber to continue preparing the crew for the impending battle...

OOC: Sourced from Lexicanum, a Gal'leath-class battleship is several times Perina's tonnage, but poorly armed and ponderous. Most of its bulk consists of cargo space, presumably to carry troops and supplies for trade. I believe an unusually heavily-armed frigate shouldn't have too much trouble taking one on.

"Tau, huh. I guess we'll need your pack after all Kharror. Tau are crappy at hand to hand combat and I suspect that they would restrict their ranged weaponry as they don't want to risk piercing their hull in the event of a raid on them. I guess they'll be using pistols mostly, most likely set to a very low output, but still able to do some damage. I say we race in there slaughter them, take the shiny stuff and get out of there.. Or even use their ship to slip past any baracade near the planet" said Mael, standing in the hallway. "Are you following me now?" asked Lyas. "Nah. I just saw a ship of in the distance and came to let you know it was kind of heading in our direction, but when I got here it sounded like you already knew about it" replied Mael.

Lyas rushed to the bridge. When had they dropped out of warp? He certainly hadn't felt it. He hastily seated himself on the command throne and spoke into the intercom; "Status report." The vox crackled to life.

"Contact, captain. Likely T'au in origin; scans lead us to believe it's an escort. They're hailing us now."

"Delightful. Main screen turn on." The holo-screen obediently blinked into life, showing the pallid skin and leering red eyes of the T'au escort's captain. He spoke in broken Gothic;

"How are you gentlemen!! All this system are belong to us. We have targeting solution on your vessel. You are on the way to destruction."

Mischievous even in the face of danger, Lyas imitated the xenos' outlandish accent. "What you say!?"

"You have no chance to survive make your time."

At this, the captain casually turned the holo-screen off. A tactical holodisplay materialized in front of him, showing the names and position of the two vessels.

"Engage the tractor beam; get them within range, and begin priming the starboard battery. I want a firing solution on Great Justice in two minutes' time."

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The engagement was short-lived; railgun fire spattered against Perina's void shields and several shots spanged against her hull, marring the smooth black paint and the sleek hull underneath. Great Justice suffered far worse; caught in the rogue trader's tractor beam, the escort was pulled in close to the larger ship. Sensor arrays were whited out by the sun-bright flash of plasma fire as bolts of white-hot gas slammed into the T'au ship's flank, reducing it to a cloud of debris.

OOC: I see what you did there

OOC: Don't forget that was just an escort. The big prize is probably on the other side of the planet.

Henrik ripped apart another training Servator, Lyas was not going to be happy with this mess, but Henrik needed to vent his rage at something. He stopped himself before he went into a "Beserk Rage" as Lyas called them. He opened the mesh door of the training room and recalled the moment on the bridge where the Blood God had called for him. He shudded at the thought of serving the Skull Champion and the conquesences for his teamates.

Back on Xarviss IIV he had vowed to never answer the call of the Lord of Blood again. Twenty years has past since then and not once has Henrik answered the calls.

Kharror waited until the eldar and Lyas had gone. He then carefully stood up, and walked out into the cavernous chamber where his brood slept.

He moved over to his equipment, and carefully donned it, taking special care on each strap, buckle and harness. Soon he was kitted out. He then pulled both his short, wedge shaped knives from his belt and released a high frequency screech.

All around him, everything exploded into life.

Kroot hounds, instantly awake leapt forward, as far as there leashes could let them, and snapped their jaws viciously at anything that came close. Krarhor awoke and stood on its back legs, pounding its chest with its arms, like some huge ape, lending its roar to the rising din of the kindred roused for war. The Kroot were alert instantly, moving quickly and preparing for combat. Small groups of the younger Kroot milled around, unsure of what to do, or helping each other into their armor. The matured Kroot were already tooled up and moving, calming the hounds and harnessing them. A pair of muscular twins, Tarka and Arrk sprinted over to Krarhor, vaulted onto his back and began to subdue him. The Ox bucked and resisted for a few minutes, before they calmed it.

Kharror watched as his brood gathered for war. He felt the ship rock from a blast from a weapon, but cared not, the void shields would hold.

"Move out Carnivores, Move out!" Kharror yelled as he directed his force forward. Soon they weren’t running on soft clay ground, but cold metal walkways. The twins had to battle to keep Krarhor under control, whilst even in this time of anticipation Kraal was trying to woo Kaila, flexing his muscles and displaying his quills.

The carnivores moved down the corridors for several minutes before they came out in a great landing bay. Lyas was waiting for them.

“Ahh Kharror, just in time. Have you prepared the Kroot for combat?” said Lyas, his eyes straying on the cluster of Youngblood’s.
“Yes old friend, we are ready for war.” The elder shaper leaned in close, so that only Lyas could here. “The Youngblood’s haven’t yet the confidence that war brings. Some still flinch at the sight of their own muzzle flash. So I propose this, I take my Matures in first, and hit the defense parties, soften them up, The Youngblood’s come in and finish them off. However, they must not learn im protecting them; otherwise they’ll feel cheated of true glory, so they have to be on a different boarding vessel, so they won’t recognize they’re being pushed to the back. They’ll be lead by a Youngblood, so they can learn to trust each other and not just the shaper.”

“Very good. Can I suggest they’re sent in maybe a minute after you? To give you that much time to weaken the enemy?” asked Lyas, smiling at the brutal simplicity and cunning of the shaper.

Kharror nodded, and turned back to his kindred. “Brothers! Sisters! The time for war is upon us! Youngblood’s, move over to the left Shuttle, Matures to the right. Tarka, Arrk, take the OX and put the gun on the back you will be leading the assault.”

“At once Venerable shaper.”

Kharror then turned and grabbed Kraal by the arm as he stalked past. The Youngblood bowed deeply and cast his eyes down; aware he was in the prescience of a superior.
“Yes Venerable Shaper?”
Kharror snapped his beak, causing the young male to flinch.
“I was like you a long time ago, courting a female even amongst the carnage of a war.”

Kraal looked up, astonished
“How did you know?”

Kharror smiled, before continuing.
“In this war, my Shaper died, shot through the chest. The kindred were in disarray, we had no leader. So I took up the post, and lead my brethren to victory. And that night, the female I longed for, ate the flesh of my kill with me. We were mated not long after.
The point is, it is time for you to take that path, and you will lead your brothers and sisters into combat today, and tonight you will have what you desire.”

With that, Kharror turned to leave, but just before he went the Youngblood asked.

“Where is your mate now?”

Kraal realized what he had done when he saw his shapers eyes. They were full of sorrow, and Kraal thought he saw a tear welling up.

“She was taken from me, not long after I met Lyas.” Kharror said shortly. “Do not let the same happen to Kaila.”

With that he strode away, leaving the dumbfounded youth alone.

Henrik already had his equipment ready when the sirens of war were sounded down the ship. He hurried out of his quarters and procceded to the bridge where he knew Lyas was already at work. Planning and coordinating there small army. Henrik slipped quitely onto the bridge, noone noticed his arrival save Lyas who gave him a swift nod before returning to briefing his commanders.

Suddenly the ship was rocked by a large explosion from the close quarter's space fight that was taking space outside the ship.

The waiting was what got to him most, damn it to hell. Erik sat, bolt upright as his head darted from side to side scanning the upper deck.

He checked the straps on his body armour with a nervous shaking hand. It was true that he was an ok shot or rather, he was much less inclined to nick things then his predecessor while being an ok shot. So he had been told, he mused as he fiddled with the dial on his las-carbine.

"Got the fething job because I don't nick an extra bit of cargo now and then." He whispered. In all truth he hated being a mercenary for the captain, those damn foul kroot, would go in and slaughter an entire flipping ship. Now mind you, this wasn't at all too bad, it didn't leave much of anything that would want to take pot shots at him or beat him over the head with a large haddock...

"Damn that sous-chef....bloody under head of the kitchen, who knew he had so much fight left in him?" Erik mused to the world in general as he squirmed in his seat.

Getting back on track with his original line of thought he continued to muse on the distasteful job he was always saddled with. Now, slaughtering an entire ship he had no problems with, that sort of emotional detachment was most common he thought for all men of rather otherwise inclined origins and shady military careers. However, he was the clean up guy. He never had to mop or clean much however, which was a fact he was grateful for. No, he was the one whom picked off stragglers. Those wretched half-dead moaners whom either were too tenacious or stupid to die...You'd choose to wouldn't you something at the back of his mind said.

"Captain, this damn back and forth fire fight almost done then?" He roared, wondering why it had indeed occurred. Surely the ship could have been bypassed, he thought.

Mael sat on a seat near the window, his feet up on a small ledge. He had his weapons on him at all times, ready for combat, being away from the craftworld had taught him that. He looked out at the other ship, bored. "So how long do you think until we can board them? Can't be much longer" said Mael staring blankly out the window at the enemy ship.

Lyas was cackling maniacally at the destruction Perina has wrought as she neared the T'au battleship. Everyone had assembled in the launch bay now; Erik, Henrik, Mael and Kharror's warriors were all boarding their respective shuttles. In tight formation around the captain was a quartet of combat servitors, slaved to their master by direct neuro-link. They followed him up the boarding plank, integrated hellguns and pneumatic shears gleaming dully in the light of the bay. The fourth drone moved with a limping gait, somewhat hindered by the multi-laser attached where its right arm should have been and the weight of its accompanying power-cells.

As the shuttles limbered up and prepared to take off, Lyas pulled the heavy laspistol prom his belt, inspecting the old stains and scratches on its plasteel casing. His motions quick and practiced, he checked the lens and power pack before putting back in its place. His weapons were in order; everything else was in the hands of fate.

Mael checked the systems inside the shuttle, checking how the machine spirit would handle the approach to the enemy ship. Although Mael didn't really trust the technology of the humans. Sure this autopilot would navigate along its path to the target, but would it take into consideration any quick changes. He climbed into the pilot's seat and switched the auto-pilot off, as he always did. After deciding what enterance to approach he was ready to launch. Mael took a deep breath. "Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat" said Mael as the shuttle took off and approached the enemy ship. It darted around the few lasers shot at him by the remaining defensive weapons that hadn't been destroyed yet. The shuttle slammed into the side of the ship. The shuttle's cutting tools started their work and soon the shuttle was attached to the ship safely. Mael could board the ship now, he decided to take his Shuriken Pistol and Avenger Shuriken Catapult with him as always, but decided he wouldn't fire them as they could possibly tear a hole through the ship's hull. Instead he held his power sword ready. He now waited for Lyas' signal to enter the ship and begin the attack. If it took too long though a security team would probably cut into the shuttle and the fun would begin early.

Kharror yelled aboce the din inside his ship
"Remeber your training and you will survive this day!"
He fought down nausia as the ship bucked from a nearby explosion. Arrk was already standing on the haunches of the kroot, its massive rifle strapped in place. His brother was nearby, ready to pass up shells, and defend his brother to the death. Around him the matures were ready, grim and determined. A few were straining to keep a pack of incredibly riled hounds in check, but there was little they could do. Kharror noted, that all around him pheramiones of anticipation was seeping out of every Kroot inside the vessel. He smiled.

Kraal fought to keep his Kroot under control. Without the withering gazes of the the older kroot to keep them in their place, many were arguing, almost at the point of taking up arms. Some were shaking, as this was their first engagement. In all honesty, it was the first space battle Kraal had been on himself, and he was begginning to worry.

Lyas' shuttle slammed into the T'au craft with bone-shattering force. Metal screeched in protest as the melta-cutters did their work. The captain turned on the vox.

"Kharror, you've landed near the troop compartment; attack swiftly and you shouldn't have too much trouble. You remember how weak the T'au are in a real fight."

"Mael, you're near the high-security storage area as planned. Take out the guards and retrieve the artifact as quickly as possible."

He turned to Erik and Henrik. "We're going to have some real fun; the bridge is just a few compartments ahead. Let's hurry before they can dig in."

OOC: If your character's mission has been left somewhat vague, that means you're free to fill it in however you want.

Henrik smiled as the Combat Servitors walked out of the shuttle, spreading into attack formation and opened fired on the Tau troops waiting outside.

Lyas strode forward, his blood singing with the thrill of combat. His rapier was drawn, but he favoured his left side as he blasted away at one of the white-armoured T'au who had been guarding the corridor. Laughing triumphantly as the angry red-orange bolt punched through the poor xenos' head, rewarding him with a spray of dark ichor which quickly flashed to steam. As Erik despatched the last of the naval guards with his lascarbine, the door at the of the hallway slid open to reveal a team of Fire Warriors in bright yellow armour. At a flicker of thought from Lyas, the neuro-linked servitors opened fire. One was lit up and damaged by pulse-carbine fire, but the T'au were doomed by their poor allocation of fire when they were cut down by multilaser fire from the largest of the combat-drones. As more warriors poured into the corridor, it was obvious that they were at risk of being decimated by the enemy's superior rate of fire.

Though they could lay down plenty of firepower, the aliens were utterly unprepared for what happened next. Lyas holstered his pistol and fastened a small power-buckler to his forearm. Henrik flicked his wrists, causing needle-sharp combat blades to snicker into place. All around them, combat servitors engaged their heavy pneumatic shears and formed into a line in front of the humans, their refractor fields holding firm as they shielded their master.

The shuttle door opened as two nearby Tau approached it with their cutting tools ready. They peered inside to see that it was empty. Mael was hanging on to the ceiling above the doorway. The Tau casually walked into the shuttle looked around then radioed that there wasn't a problem. After the finished and started to leave Mael droped down and with one swift movement he cut off both of their heads with his sword. "Looks like they made a mess in here *sigh*" said Mael, he ran out of the shuttle and down the halway. He had the map memorised and followed the quickest path as he ran silently down the hallway. He would stop when he would spot the occassional security camera and sneak under it while it was facing away and they quickly pass underneath it unseen. He eventually came to the door of the storage room. He looked around a bit and then stabbed the control panel with his power sword causing it to short-out and release the locks. The door swung open and Mael slipped inside before closing the door behind him. "Lyas seems they're distracted by you and the others, it was fairly easy to sneak past them and I'm currently in the artifact room now" said Mael over the vox.

He approached it slowly and then noticed something. "Lyas we have a problem, there are sensors around it and on the walls it looks like there are some devices that can fire lasers. I'm sure they'll be able to fill the entire room with cutting lasers, I doubt it will go through the case protecting the artifact though. But that's the problem, I can't get into it. Like all Eldar I have some mild psychic powers I can use, but I wasn't on the path of the Farseer so they woun't be strong enought to smash through it. Maybe good eneough to pull a few cables out or allow me to move small objects but I doubt that would work without setting off some alarms here" said Mael.

Lyas deftly batted aside a T'au's clumsy swing and imbedded his blade in the alien's breastplate with a casual flick of his wrist. Wrenching the power-sword from his dying foe's chest cavity, he keyed to vox on his collar.

"Understood, Mael. Hold your position; once we approach the bridge, we should be able to take hostages. That'll convince them to deactivate the field for you.... before we kill the rest of them, of course."

The line of Combat Servitors advanced slowly. Henrik could see a firewarrior down the corrider, babbling away into a headpeice. Henrik made out the words "suit support" before two of the combat servitors exploded and ten foot tall giant battlesuits walked into there sight.

"Take Cover!" Yelled Lyas as another combat Servitor exploded. "I can take them out!" shouted Henrik over the sounds of explosion and the pow pow of lazer fire. "How!?" Lyas shouted back, looking relieved. "Get Combat Servitor BE41 to aim for there eyes" Replied Henrik. "They cant pentrate there helmets" Said Lyas looking doubtful. "I know, I know.."

"Gooo!" Yelled Henrik and charged down the corrider dispatching suprised Fire Warriors as he ran with his bolt pistol. Lazor fire rippled overhead and smashed into the Battle Suit's almost toppling them over.

Henrik launched himself upone one battlesuit. With a flick of his wrist's two small blades crackling with energy emerged from his sleeves. He swung his fist at the helmet of the Suit but dug the small blade of his right hand at the base of the helmet then pushed upwards with all his might. The helmet came flying off, knocking over some firewarriors behind the Suits.

The other suit was desperately trying to knock Henrik off by smashing Henrik off with his arms but Henrik wasnt going anywhere. Now the head of the Battle Suit was revealed, Henrik stuck a frag grenade into the poor Tau's mouth. He launched himself off the suit and rolled away, the force of the explosion pushing him onwards. Into he was sprawled on the floor infront of Lyas, who was laughing and cheering.

OOC: ....maybe just a LITTLE too Force Unleashed? .__.

Kharror waited until he was quite sure that the Tau forces were lined up outside, prepared to fire. It would make it all the easier, he mused. Sparing a glance into each of his kindred’s eyes, and uttering "They aren’t strong; we shall not eat their corpses."

Kal'thea knelt in the front rank of fire warriors, his rest of his squad standing behind. A glimmering line of Pulse carbines on the front rank and the sophisticated rifles on the second rank were displayed around him. He couldn’t help but smile. Anything the came through the door would be massacred.

Kharror licked his beak and prepared for combat, crouching low, so that his leap would traverse the entire shuttle, and then clean into the awaiting fire warriors. Around him the brood did the same. Kroot handlers loosened their grip on the hounds' leashes, and the twins loaded a shell into the breach of the large gun on the krootox. Soon. The Tau were impatient. Very soon.

Kal'thea shifted uneasily. Whoever was inside were obviously not coming out. With a flick of his wrist, two earth caste drones floated down and began to laser cut through the door. Then his whole world exploded around him.

Arrk had fired the gun straight through the door of the shuttle, which not only devastated the drones, but also carried on going through the fire warriors, bringing the shuttle doors with it. As one Every Kroot inside leapt forward, into the shell-shocked Tau.

Kal'thea looked around blearily; his entire squad was in disarray. He himself had been knocked to the ground by a huge metal sheet and around him Tau were picking themselves off the floor. He noticed three of his men were no more, large bloody chunks of flesh and scrapped armour were all that remained. Then he felt brief pain. Looking back down he saw Kroot leap out of the threshold into his men, screeching on the top of their lungs. He felt another brief snap of pain. It was then he realised his arm was missing at the elbow. A few feet away a hound was ripping into something. Kal'thea went pale.

Kharror landed amongst the second rank, and decapitated a fire warrior with a flick of his blades, spinning round; keeping low to the ground he severed another Tau's legs at the knee. The stricken warrior fell to the ground, before being pounced on by a hound. Kharror then leapt, and landed on another, pinning him to the ground. He felt bloodlust and tore into the fire warrior’s mask with his beak, rewarding himself with the taste of Tau ichor. All around he saw them dying. He saw a torso being fought over by a pair of hounds, its arms, legs and head already ripped off. He saw another kneeling clutching at its throat as blood poured out between his fingers. Another was being pummelled into the deck by the Ox. War had begun.

Kraals ship opened a fraction of a second after Kharror’s, and his brood leapt into another fire warrior squad. The Tau managed to get a volley off into the Kroot before they were charged. Kharror watched in horror as many of the Youngblood’s fell. Releasing a berserk screech, he leapt the distance easily and landed next to kraal who was fighting off the blows of two fire warriors. The fighting went on, as more hastily dressed Tau entered the scene in groups of one or two.

Lyas and his party had managed to fight their way to the end of the corridor, where the T'au had managed to seal the blast doors leading to the bridge. The Rogue Trader took a moment to smirk at Henrik. "No chance of fighting through this one, nay?" At that, he reached into the worn leather satchel at his side and produced a tube charge. He fixed the magnetic clamp to the center of the door and twisted the detonation timer.

"Thirty seconds."

The other two humans in the party fled to the back of the corridor; Lyas and the two remaining servitors stood there calmly as the charge went off and burned a neat hole in the door's locking mechanism, allowing the servitors to pry it open with their augmented strength. Lyas looked back and tutted disapprovingly. "Unidirectional melta-charge.... you give me so little credit." Any further sarcasm was drowned out as the combat-drones began pouring fire into the bridge of the Tau ship, their refractor fields struggling to contain a volley of pulse-rifle fire. Lyas drew his rapier. "Come! They won't hold for much longer."

The three of them rushed onto the bridge, catching the T'au off guard before they could unleash another volley. They vaulted over a row of control stations, firing as they went. Henrik struck the enemy like a vengeful meteor, landing daggers-first on a hapless alien and executing a fluid spin-kick which connected with another foe's face with a sickening crunch.

Never one for flashy displays, Erik fought with restrained efficiency, parrying a naval guard's swing with his forearm and mechanically tearing out the T'au's windpipe with his knife.

Lyas had singled out the captain of the battleship, and the T'au captain had been ill-prepared to fight a trained duelist in hand-to-hand combat. Ducking a clumsy swing from the enemy captain's staff, Lyas laughed disdainfully as he appeared almost phantom-like behind the blueskin and casually swept his head from his shoulders. The battle was going well so far...

Meanwhile Mael had been walking around the room, careful not to set off any alarms or fall for their primitive traps. No Tau had come into the room, it seemed that Lyas had attracted all of their attention, that would change as soon as Mael would be able to get the artifact. Around the room were crates, probably containing more treasure or maybe supplies. Peering into them he found a few replica Lasguns, he knew they weren't the same because they lacked the Aquila the Imperium loved to spam all over all the equipment. "Lyas, I've descovered some weapons in here. It looks like this ship is carrying supplies to one of their fights somewhere. I would suggest that we try to get away from this ship fairly quickly after this otherwise we might be fighting a small fleet" said Mael.

Looking into the other boxes were things like Frag Grenades, the Tau Plasma Grenades and various other explosives used by the Tau and their Human allies. Mael had an idea about how to deal with any problems that may happen later, but it would cost a shuttle.


OOC (kind of): If they do send a ship to check on the ship they're in, we could take hostages, then send them some "hostages" in a Tau escape pod later if they come up with a deal. Ie. let's make some extra cash

He was lost, lost in a sea of violence and madness. He blocked a hefty blow with the body of his rifle and stepped forward elbowing his foe, with some zeal he might add, in the head. Erik hated all of this,"close combat," business. Due to the fact that, he was indeed getting on in years. His back ached, his hands weren't as steady as they used to be and was that...yes..he was actually tired. The scale of the slaughter was immense, he having only killed 3 tau, wonder how indeed it had become so.

He shouted to Lyas, and over the din of battle,"Good Emperor man, you've been busy."

With a chuckle born of madness Lyas yelled," I get up really early, do squats and all, it keeps me fit."

'Crazy fether." Erik mumbled under his breath as drew his knife from it's sheath with a quickness born of muscle memory.

This indeed was going to be a long, long day...

Henrik vaulted over a control station and slashed one of his wrist knives across the throat of a terrified Tau. Ducking a punch from a large Fire Warrior, Henrik stepped back drawed his custom bolt pistol and blew the Fire Warrior's head off.

Henrik glanced around and saw the battle way going well. The Bridge wasnt well protected and they had suprised them.

Henrik cursed as a group of Kroot entered the Bridge, Henrik sighed before launching himself across the bridge at them

Kharror hacked his knife into a Fire warrior, and felt the tendons snap in the Tau's neck. He was rewarded with a spray of ichor. The fight was all but over; any fire warriors still in their bunks had the sense to not come out. His Kroot had murdered everyone and were now busily dragging their fallen back to the ships. Kraal limped up to him.
"Master Kharror, have you seen Kialla?"
Kharror hadn’t seen her since the first volley of plasma fire hit the Youngblood’s. This didn’t look good.

"Im sorry Kraal, but i promise you i will look for her."

But he didn’t see her amongst the dead. Around him his brood mourned the loss of Arrk, who had been decapitated by a Rail rifle shot. He had no time to mourn, he needed to find her. Eventually, a Youngblood by the name of Aka'roa came to him and told him unsettling news.

"Master shaper, a contingent of my brethren chased a group of fleeing Tau down a corridor towards the bridge; I believe the one you seek was amongst their number.”

Kraal heard this as well. Both exchanging a glance they turned and sprinted down the corridor the Youngblood had pointed out…

OOC: I'm a little short on time to write, but that doesn't mean this thread has to stop. I've been in almost every other post if you average in occasional DPs to push the story along...surely Henrik can react, Erik can involve himself in the situation, or Mael can check in. Or BishopGore's as-yet-unnamed character could jump in and introduce himself before Mael bumps into him....