Kormaily -

In Eldar, "Well cousin, what do you have in mind for the raid? And can I interest you in some rat-piss? Haha." He sat the bottle on the table and slid it to her. "You obviously need something to settle you're nerves." Turning to Tyr and speaking in gothic, "Are you going to have a drink or not Mon'keigh? It's insulting not to have a drink when one is offered. I figured you were a man of honor and respect." He grinned and waited for a response.

Arriving in her roost and resting place, Xileas quickly retrieved the heavy Dark Lance from a secret spot below her 'nest' - a circular messy arrangement of pillows, blankets and other soft things. She checked the thing, and everything seemed to be in order with the weapon.
Placing it on her nest, the Scourge stripped down - simply tearing the useless fabrics from her body, before, in stark contrast to this gesture, carefully and slowly putting on her armour's undergarments before transfixing the armourplates to it. It made her feel strong when she was done, and the arrogant harpy couldn't help but admire herself in a dirty mirror that took one full wall.
Adding her pistol, knife and other various gear and decorative hooks to her armour, she finally left her nest, and returned to the headquarters.
Not knowing where everyone was, she simply glided through the halls aimlessly, peeking in this and that door, until finally finding them in the dinner hall, where she swiftly took up perch on one of the decorative statues, wordlessly observing at first.

"As much as I am concerned, Xileas wants the leadership. So I will let it be a war of popularity before proposing my plan. Why not do something democratic for once if the Archon is indecisive?" Arymea refused the drink and slid it further to the human. "You know I only drink Eldar made beverages."

"Gravely mistaken, landdweller", a chuckle that may or may not be described as amused insisted. Xileas stood up a bit, giving up the support of her arms in favour of a threatening gesture. "All I want is that you are not in charge... left unchecked, you're going to kill us all. But... of course, I am always willing to lead."

"Oh now that I mention you could lead us, you suddenly want simply to be something like another leader?" Arymea did not bother to turn around to speak to the scourge.

"It is my birthright to lead, but if you deny me - good, go ahead. Attempt to lead us to victory. But I will be the one smart enough to know your plan will fail before you even make one up."

-Knivies
he put a hand on his head trying to hold back what he is about to do. "Both of you stop Bickering it is annoying as the state we are in. If neither of you have a acuatal plan then let me put one up. We set up a ambush and even get a few of our slaves to make a distraction for us at a point where we can stop there transport. When and if it stops we will then board it while they are firing on our slaves. We then attempt to gain control of there transport if there is one by killing the crew and taking it." he said as he looked around at the team that was with him

"Oh, dear. He supports you by distracting from the truth. Surely a setup, you will be rewarding him personally later, no? I didn't know you were so much for faces resembling skinned and half-eaten corpses."
Carefully setting foot on the ground below, she slowly stalked up to the table. "You just prove your cowardice. Are you afraid of failing, little poision lily?"
Xileas began talking herself into what looked like rage. "You just don't want to be humiliated in front of the others; you have no guts, only false glory." At the mention of 'glory', she rammed her clawed fist into the table. Now to see how they'd react.

"I have a plan you ignorant fool. But I won't share it as long as I am not in charge - as simple as that. And ambush? Since when do you know how and where they pass, eh? And the only stop they would do is logically their own kabal headquarters."

She crossed her arms and leaned back, looking forward to how this would continue.

"Yeah and you are just a big talker, Scourge. Want me to ram my blade in your chest? Is THAT what you want? Then guess what, I won't do it because I actually appreciate your skill-set of being capable of flying, but hey you don't want to know of how important you would be to my plan." She simply looked at her fingernails.

"How nice to be appreciated", the Scourge purred sardonically, pulling her torso back from the table, and for once actually standing securely on both feet. "And once again. I'm not afraid of death. Let me prove it. Send me at anything. I'm going to show just how much I'm your superior when it comes to heart."

"Good, then show me of how good of a leader you are. Lead us to victory like you promised." The female challenged the other, smirking and grinning, moving her gaze slowly upon the winged abnormality.