"You just want time alone with her." Su'iris crossed her arms, looking at the wasted woman who seemed yet to linger for more, she liked humans, but this one was just no better than those that caused the Fall. And given her blindness she might even think the man was just a good lover who talked Eldarin. Human ignorance at it's best. "Also. I don't care what you say. Was it not men like Zu'ark and you, who always cared only about deeds, not words? What is a speech worth if nobody follows it up? Is it not that why you left Caerys? Too much talk, not enough initiative? I saw how you looked at the other Inquisitor, back on Lorias, before Ahriman was felled." The former Guardian said, crossing her legs now too, leaning back in her seat.
"execllent work, but there was a clear glitch, come back hear and tell me what caused your glitch so we can remove or simply neutrolise it." Leos droned, ZZ9 was diffenetly faster thinking and more capable againt other servitors, and with the gliches removed from his system, he would be the perfect bodyguard. "Also, tell me how you are *feeling* at the moment, both physically and psycicly, after that, we will try to get in contact with the mistress inquisitor"
"How did you exactly see it, I was wearing a helmet after all?" he joked while he employed new positions for extended pleasure, but never taking eyes off his guest.
Su'iris did not reply but sighed deeply, lowering her head to not watch it further, it getting at her nerves. "So how do you know that disgusting other Comorrite? Someone you knew during your time in a Kabal back in the Dark City?"
(Lysander Cariaso) Lysander crossed his arms against his armored chest, listening intensely to the Inquisitor's every word. Her words seemed sincere, but her vocal tone was tainted with honeyed words that often hid the full context of the truth. He was no young, inexperienced cadet with many years ahead of him and a lot to learn. He had been at it for long before she was even an Acolyte, his ears trained to detect even the slightest hint of falsehood. Her passion and hatred towards this "Daemon" was something of concern, given her lack of expertise for one not of the Ordo Malleus and the fact that it has become evident that the chaos spawn may have some kind of influence over her or have a history with her family. If evidence can be found of the latter, it would only prove the concerns of the inquisition of possible chaos influence and, as a result, heresy. And if the body of this Inquisitorial force is infected by chaos, so too would those who follow her. Lysander would have to tread carefully with this line of thought. "Be careful of the path you tread, Inquisitor. Least your personal vendetta sacrifice even more lives than justice demands. You walk down a road you are not specialized in against an enemy that already has the upper hand against you. I would recommend you inform the Ordo Malleus of this so that they may take appropriate care as to how to proceed. Daemons are not so easily dealt with as the xenos you are sworn to fight against in the Emperor's name." His posture shifted slightly as to reflect mild concern for her drive to combat this unholy foe. While she was a suspect, she was innocent until proven guilty. As as long as she was a loyal servant of the Imperium, the safety of her and her crew was of the same value as any other Imperial servant under the law of the Lex Imperiali.
"Nah...she was my associate....during my time...at Dreadhaven," Razauil answered, speeding up a bit. "Quite a lovely girl...that one is...don't you agree?" he grinned as he devoured Su'iris with his eyes. Perhaps this prolonged eye contact meant more things than just him being cautious?
The servitor did as commanded and briskly walked to the Secutor. "No glitch, just... a miscalculation of timings. Maybe my systems need to be recalibrate." Dranov had no idea what he had said in binary code. Calibrate? Systems? He knew what it truly meant just cant understand why he used those reasons as an excuse. "I feel little... Accomplishment maybe?"
"Yes I am the one who was on said ship, you would do well to remember never to lay a hand on me again..." he said, his voice was matching his cloaked stance and figure, deep, stern, partially raspy and gruff. He looked around the hangar and took a breath, he laid eyes on a nearby guard "You there, Where is the commander?" he asked pulling back his robes to reveal his decorated polished silver armour and luxurious Brass Skulls adorning his chest plate as the light reflected off the large inquisitorial sigil placed in the centre of his chestplate
"I am not going to be your lover." Su'iris made clear now, having felt his stare, while the blinded woman let her emotions out in quite a scream, the craftworlder just rose from her seat and took her shower, annoyed to watch the 'spectacle' of Razauil. "I am not going to obliterate entire systems like a certain Tyranid obsessed Inquisitor." Veronica replied, nodding in agreement. He was as inquisitive as anyone in his place would be. "Which is why I recruited Eldar in my service. Their entire Empire fell at the hand of the birth of Slaanesh. Luckily I got quite a few daemon hunters of theirs in my service. And as soon as their service is no longer required, they will be taken care off." Veronica gave a dirty smirk, implying she is abusing the Xeno in her vengeance - nothing more, nothing less. OOC: In future quote peeps so it's more indicative of who you mean (or use @<username> to tag ppl and refer to their char). "The Inquisitor? She is supposingly in her quarters, you have best luck finding her there. It is down the hall way, elevator to your left, deck three, fourth door on the right." The Guard replied after proper salute. Being quite honored to be in the presence of a Crusader.
