Kais gives a slight chuckle. "Lying on the metal floor isn't the most comfortable thing, no." She rubs her back and groans. "You let The Kroot roam freely, and the ship is still flying?" She turns around and sits against the door. "I just don't understand why you grabbed a scavenger, and threw em in a cell, is all. I mean, all those people I murdered were bad people."
Pierce was around the cell block. As the silver shroud and the xeno talked, He seemed to be pacing making rounds and testing his new bionics trying to figure out what was there limited and how to move more silently with them. Pierce face had changed, Usually a dull and expressionless now there was what looked to be bitterness painted on the Vindicare.
The said free-roaming Kroot rests in his cell, devouring the plate of cooked soylent green he had requested from the Inquisitor. It wasn't meat, but close enough to provide necessary nutriments to aid the Kroots healing progress. Looking back, he was lucky compared to others, bunch of them loosing limbs. But getting your lungs almost ripped out is still heavy injury, one what would take it's time to heal. K'tikathat broad chest is wrapped in bandages and the wounds properly stitched, a sign he is receiving better treatment than the other xeno on board. Not to bite feeding hand, but K'tikathat questions why. He did follow orders and avoided causing further trouble to her, but getting rewarded was new to the Kroot. Usually doing good meant not getting punished. He was just foul alien to her after all, right? Why tend his wounds? Why not lock him up till he is needed again? Others don't approve his existence on this ship, why she does? Kroot is wary, you can take alienbirdman out of jungle, but not jungle out of alienbirdman. Trust is something rare in this universe, deserved only to blessed ones and fools.
"Ain't up to me, lad." He shrugged and opened the door. "Let's get you looked at on med-bay, eh? If the Inquisitor and we, the retinue, shall be trusting you to serve amongst us, you will not harm anyone and simply comply. Would you do something stupid, I would kill you. I know how it is to be in your place. I was a bad guy once meself. Got caught and was basically met with the same ultimatum like you. Join or die." He offered his right hand to help the Alien up, his left held his Power Maul. His face was smiling softly, for once not wearing his helmet. He didn't like Aliens, no sane human did. But he also knew of his duty. Know your Enemy. Alicia always praised and ordered. And he would be the determinator whether the Tau was helpful or not. Surely Takeshi aka Silver Shroud was not too close to the Kroot because they were Mercenaries and trusted to serve whomever had the best offer, but a Tau? A Tau was a whole different scenario, they were sentient, witted and very tricky. Not in a sense of combat, but political, even social ways. It would be best to gain the trust of this blue-skinned creature and learn as much as he can to evaluate whether it would become a danger, or a valuable asset.
Kais gains a slight smirk. "Join or die, huh? I need some time to think about this." She reaches up and grabs his hand, hoisting herself up. "I got stitched up already planetside, although a second check wouldn't hurt." She dusted herself off, and looked around. "I haven't been on a ship this big in years." She looked at him, and said "A Human hasn't been nice to me in... Ever, actually. They'd use me, try to kill me just for not being Human, or just ignore me entirely. That's why I wore the Fire Armor on Verdan Prime. Most people there don't know what Tau armor is, so I'd actually be able to survive." She looked down to hide a faint smile, and said, "So, thank you."
"Ain't thank me just yet. Given the butchers those so-called 'Chirurgeons'" He made an air quote gesture, "Are you might end up worse than before, especially given they have no idea of your physiology. I mean what is this thing even for?" He poked the 'Y' slit of Kais forehead. "Ah anyway, look. I ain't nice. I am a mean ganger with a power maul who makes a living off lying, marketing and killing those who are stupid enough to oppose I got a contract with. Back on Verdan Prime I promised that idiot of an heretic to save his legacy, bla bla bla, and once I got all I needed I smashed his head into pulp. That's who I am, alright, blueberry?" Takeshi crossed his arms annoyed, getting branded nice by an Alien, yeah as if that is what he needs!
From within the depths of their vessel's crew quarters a door was left slightly ajar and anyone passing through the area would hear an old vox-tuner humming away a sorrowful song. Two voices sung, one recorded and with an accent so thick and voice so deep that its High Gothic was barely intelligible and another much more familiar and identifiable as Boris himself. Having drug a chair over by a spartan workstation one could spot him hunched over a dismantled Hellpistol, devoting spare time to maintenance and learning the ins and outs of his newest piece of kit. "Oh Vostroya, Oh Vostroya. So burdened by we whom have failed. Yield us no mercy, repay our grave sin. Deliver us from here, drive us to war. Give us nothing but guilt, nothing but pain. Oh Vostroya, Oh Vostroya take all of our glory and give it to Him, who sits upon golden throne. None shall forgive, none shall forget. Oh Vostroya, Oh Vostroya..." Despite being such a very cheery song a keen observer could notice Boris' shrunken grin, ever present if respectably grim, and the odd dab of a tear or three leaving damp trails down his cheek and chin.
Kais chuckled against her will, as he poked the slit. "Don't touch, it's sensetive. It's like your nose, why is it so long, and pointy?" She listened to the rest of his ramble, and thought for a second. "You do that for work, but I can tell. You could've beat the crap out of me for being Xeno when I was in the cell, you could've done it with my own arm. But you didn't. You're different. By the way, what's this for?" She pokes his nose and chuckles.
He grabbed her hand the moment one of her 'claw digits' touched his nose and growled annoyed. "Perhaps I shoulda hav'? Don't think I am a friendly of any sort to you, aight? I just want you in top condition for the Inquisitior's sake." Takeshi let go off the hand, pushing it away, sighing in the process. How by all means did he end up babysitting this alien? He should demand more money in the next contract renewal... "I am different, that's right. But definitely no frakkin' alien lover. So keep your hands to yourself, will you, Ta-.... What is your name even, Blueberry?! Not even telling that, eh?" He tried his hardest to sound harsh, but the lack of even knowing what gets under the skin of a Tau was making the whole intimidation-talk difficult.
The Idle-Dutied Scion continued his ponderous walk. Living on the edge in a wild manner, of course. Over-exaggerations purged like a heretic, Votum's hallway escapade was quite insipid. From the archaic dirge of the Vostroyan to the electric hum and tempo of Plasma Drives and Life Sustainers working away per the usual aboard any space-faring ship. Ferenien noted the uneventful ship, pondering on what is eventful-- Prisoners. Of course, Ferenien did not want to display the appearance of a rowdy thrill seeker, more likely an event seeker- a search for a purpose like a sentient mechanism pondering their existence. The Obelisk of a Scion began his journey to the brig-slash-holding cells. It is not very often a Scion would be able to speak to a Tau- or even have some plause of civility towards one; It was due time the Scion would take up on such a rarity, especially with his anticlimactic stroll being ineffective at curing his inability to be useful; Curing his boredom.
