Teras clapped both hands together. "Well that's good then. Suppose any other questions I have are best left to them then. "
The Guardian looked with narrowed eyes towards the Warlock. "The Humans want to defend their homes as much as we desire to. You think wrong of them, because because you met one wrong one and think they are all the same. I am disgusted by that thought, because that makes you no better than the Xenophobic Humans which just hunt us for their satisfaction." Surprisingly she indeed was serious, her innocent blue eyes grown to eyes which seemed to unleash a storm. Su'iris took a step forward. "I demand to go alone to meet with the Humans, for I speak their language perfectly and am not as prejudiced like most of the rest of the team as it seems to me." She said snappy, making it sound truly like a demand rather than a tactical suggestion.
"Hold on there, young one," Jun'Razar snapped, his voice carrying authority gained from a thousand battlefields. He looked directly at the arrogant Guardian and asked with a cold voice, "At what point did I tell you I thought wrong of them?"
"I am a Storm Guardian, Swooping Fool." She did not even care about the infertile behavior of Meros who she thought to have respected before, but now his true gaze was showing. "You call them Mon'keigh, yet can Apes build entire cities? No, they are humans. Just like you do not want them to insult us, so I do not desire to insult them, for they do not deserve it. If they deserve to be insulted, then so do you deserve to be insulted." She snapped at the Warlock, thinking of himself better just because he saw so much war, pah! It is about the things that goes on beyond the Battlefield.
"Settle down, settle down. No one is going down there alone. We all have a mission to attend to and will all deploy together. When the time comes for talking with our contacts and the humans we can divide up if we absolutely need to, and probably will for the sake of not all getting caught in a trap or something. " Teras took a step forward looking about at everyone.
OOC: We using da Lexicon here. Cities, Jun'Razar repeated in his mind, arrogant bastard! He rose and grasped the Singing spear in both hands, "Have you ever left that pitiful scrapyard you call a craftworld?! Have you even seen this Empire of theirs?! They have built only one of those and it is rotten to the core! Falling to pieces as we speak!"
"There will be no insulting of anyone's Craftworld! Now seat yourself! We are not here to discuss the matters of the Imperium." Caerys stated, her voice rising more than usual, her annoyance, being obvious.
