Well arnt you the cutest little thing" picks up fric and takes him to the medical bay "the people of this station sure are different" scratches behind frics ears well I should be taking you home
OCC: Sorry guys, I'm a little delayed lately by Christmas shit and I got the winter flu so excuse me if I'm a little later with these responses. Dranov knew her name, title, and what she probably ate this morning from the scent coming out of her mouth when she appeared before him, but he didn't feel right to know all this information. It was like he was some kind of super computer who had all information just waiting to use it when the situation occurs. Robot? Servitor? Dranov knew he was not originally a Servitor and would try his best to keep his humanity. Dranov blurted binary code before saying "Yes, Veronica Bishop, Inquisitor and Captain of the Ebony Flame. All Daemons, Xeno, and Dark Angels are to be exterminated on sight." Dranov looked at both the Inquisitor and Acolote in the eyes before rebelliously saying "If you wouldn't mind Veronica Bishop, Inquisitor and Captain of the Ebony Flame, I would like to be called by surname: Dranov.
Atbthe mentioning of dark angels under the kill feed, the secutor enidiatly grapped the servitors neck in a deathlock grip, the datapropes in his hands imidiatly digging into the neck, some blood oosed from the stil metal parts by the manouvre, "close down" he quickly spurted binaric. " thank you inquisitor, now we can start getting this glitch removed" he said as he was allready beginning to acces the wetware pogramming through the dataprobes.
huffed at the absence of reply, perhaps elsewhere he would find her, after walking down the corridor some more he found a patrolling guard, "You, I have a message for the Inquisitor herself, tell her Korax Ordalium has arrived and awaits a meeting between me and her, if she do desires i shall be waiting in the armoury" he said with a metallic voice from his re-breather before adding "and be quick about it, thats an order" he spoke before turning and walking a fair few steps before stopping and turning back again "...where is the armoury?"
SA582 was quite intrigued by Ry'thss comment about who it assumed to be the Inquisitor, for it was quite sure that Veronica would never think that Ry'thss was a whore at all, unless the Pelager had a rather drastic change in public attire and she was sleeping with everyone aboard the Ebony Flame. Which was highly unlikely so the Thallax thought that would be more reasonable to assume that Ry'thss's mind had fabricated that idea for some reason or another. But before it would give its views about her comment, SA582 decided to make sure its friend was comfortable, so it got up and slowly walked over to the room's lighting controls and dimmed the lights for Sshakti's sake. Once it was done, it carefully headed back to the Pelager's bed and then said "Is that a bit better for you?" Having hopefully made Sshakti a bit more comfortable, it then said "I doubt that Veronica would ever say such a thing of you, so I wonder who told you that she said that or did something happened to you that made you hear that?"
RY'THSS The dimming light provoked a smile from the lying scholar. "Thanks." Lying back down, she rolled on her side and curled up. The Pelager became increasingly sure the robot was some sort of remaining bastion of self-worth in her brain, something that had coalesced from all the pain and desperation she'd felt during her imprisonment inside of her own nightmares. "She hates me since I am abhuman, like all other Inquisitors. Why would one of the Ordo Xenos be different from the rest? Ronnie is just as flawed as everyone else. You wouldn't understand, machine; you are lucky your cogitators aren't capable of feeling true emotion, because the crushing desperation of discrimination is enough to make one consider the end of their life by their own hand." "Besides", she added with new vigour, "it's not justified. My desire for the Torturer is completely physical; it's a natural thing. She can't claim she never feels like this - and calling me a whore for that is utterly unfair! I feel for Davarus for his mind and the words he gave me, and she ignores this, reducing me to one single thing. Where is the justification? Tell me, Self-Worth. Tell me!" The Pelager's voice rose to a scream as her train of thought terminated there. In anger, she struck the machine, but only managed to harm her own hand with a sudden jolt of pain and a nasty cracking noise somewhere inside her wrist. RESH Shrieking in a mix of pleasure, pain, and the utter satisfaction of crushing your foes, Resh's laughter resounded through the hall before she dropped to the side of the killed Tau, the screwdriver still in her belly, quickly becoming surrounded by purplish blood slowly crystallizing. But Resh wasn't ready to die yet, and tore out the mon-keigh tool before standing up, still clutching the thing with one hand while the other put pressure on the wound. Step by step, by step, she slowly made her way through the unknown ship, dressed only in rotten tatters and making no effort to hide her pointy ears or pitch-black eyes (or the rapidly growing mass of crystal at her abdomen), to seek out her old 'friend'.
On the other side of the ship, in the cabin of the most lovable person on this side of the Segmentum, the loud moaning finally stopped. Razauil lied on the bed completely naked and relaxed while his latest plaything sprawled near his feet, utterly drained and half-conscious after the episode with the Torturer. He on the other hand showed no such tiredness - as always, he was ready for more. Therefore, he did gaze upon the unlocked door to his quarters, hoping to see a familiar face entering eventually. The time for reunion was close at hand. OOC he will just chill until\if Resh reaches his crib
RESH The first guard she had asked for directions had told her there was no Razauil aboard the ship. The second told her the same, as did the third. Eventually, Resh managed to recieve the information that there was in fact a Dark Eldar somewhere on the ship, and where his quarters were, even if it was naught but hearsay. She had learned that the voices in the dark usually were right concerning things that were 'just rumours', and especially if they 'heard it from a friend'. Sometimes the right way to go was to ignore scepticism. When she found the door that was supposed to be Razauil's, she stopped for a second before opening the door. Her cheeks still itched from the incisions his nails had inflicted, but her desire to meet him again was not lessened by this. Finding the man naked with some slave at his feet, L'lemwyn harrumphed, seeing him exactly how she had expected to see him. She dropped the screwdriver and closed the door. "Razauil. I'm back."
SA582 was quite surprised at Sshakti's outburst even if she failed to do any harm to the Thallax, as there didn't seem to any logic to the Pelager's words, for instance she was referring to it as 'Self Worth' and demanding justification for something Veronica said. But an idea that struck it about justifying what was supposedly said by Veronica, as it seemed to be likely that those words were never said by the Inquisitor, but instead had likely came from the depths of the Pelager's mind. So it then said to Sshakti "Well, I can't justify those words for Veronica.... But what if she never said those words in the first place?" SA582 hoped that perhaps questioning what Sshakti believed to be true would help her understand that to the Thallax's point of view, the Pelager had completely made up the statement..... Which begged the question of why she would make up such things.
