Kanud kept his pace towards the captains quarters as the boy began to talk, "i am not the captain little one" his gravel deep voice said as low as it could, he dident really know much of what to do with the child, it was not like an ogryn so he kept his pace, perhaps he could be lucky to meet the captain before hand.
Ashton- Ashton After She Fixed her knee Began a look at her Office she needed to get to work cleaning up after the job on her foot, She Hobbeled on one foot while she used her force staff to help her keep walking, As she worked and prepared the office for another patient if one came in, She a track of supply's she had keeping her back to the door if someone came in to see the doctor. Domino- Domino was about to say something as he felt a rage about the eldar as she passed him. Angry, he thought better not bug her while he could, Would be best to stay on her good side. The Techmarine wen't passed heading for a damage part of the bridge that needed repair. He may have not been head engineer but he knew how to repair a ship. As he entered he began with replacing paneling and several severed wires that were damaged durring the battle.
Varl was a Dark Eldar, and as such was (and strove to be) about as psychic as a piece of cardboard. This meant that he had no sense of the cloud of anger sleeting from Captain Vatton, much though he would have found the spectacle glorious. So, intent on his work, sadly he missed out. Shaking his head, he finished up the last of his repair work and took the tome from Dras. Leafing through the pages, he was about to wave the tardy Wrack away when the import of what the apprentice had said sunk in. "Vampiric, you say? How fascinating! Good work, Dras!" He beamed, looking through the pages, his eyes scanning them rapidly as he searched through his mind. He gave a short, throaty chuckle. "My goodness. And to think that Humanity usually reserves such a term for our own kind. This bears further study ..." [OOC @BadDo9 @Skarboy finishing up healing (however long that may take, I don't want to get ahead of myself) and then researching on Lachrymoles. As I personally don't know much about them, hints would be appreciated as to what I can glean (or if my reading Lexicanum is appropriate) ]
< @MetalDog4 > As the Captain descended into the brig, she could hear an endless "WWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" emanating from one of the cells, obviously the one which held her prisoner. As she approached the cell, the screaming would stop, only to be replaced by: "Oy! Ya skinny git! Lemme out!" < @Casavay > Benes responded in Otthon, saying that the Marines were waiting for her in the armory for their debriefing. < @Jorimel @Maleth @Skarboy > Dras was able to make short work of the shrapnel stuck inside the former havok, and the Astartes' organs would make even shorter work of the flesh wounds that came with them. The damage to the armor would take some extra love, however. Meanwhile, the work on the first mate was... quite a bit more troublesome. He had lost plenty of blood, and many of his organs were punctured in various places. Some of the wounds had begun to heal, thanks to a minor regenerative ability mentioned in the Inquisitor's notes, but the rate would not be enough to save his life. Not by itself, anyway. < @Uriel1339 @DeranVendar > The techmarine slides off of the track, and glances at the Air-Caste who had taken a seat on the vehicle. "Indeed." He says simply, grabbing some of the scrap and walking to the breach, beginning to seal the gap with utmost care and precision. < @Grall_Stonefist > But, the Bullgryn reaches the captain's quarters without seeing anyone else, Jacob still whimpering and shifting in his arms. < @Vulpas > {Domino} But of course, the battle hadn't reached the bridge, so there was no damage to repair. [If I didn't tag you, assume that your last action was successful, and you can move on to something else]
~~Breach~~ @BadDo9 @DeranVendar Being too bored and incapable of laying all too lazy around, he sat up, his butt pressing gently on the window shield, well technically his air-caste pilot suit that had all former sept symbols removed that surrounded his butt pressed against the windshield. He then started to slam his palms in rhythmic beats on the Trukk, playing a tune that sounded almost like the engine of a locomotion, a popular worker tune among Earth Caste members - as he learned back during his Tau'va-time, when he observed how they fixed the enormous ships of the Kor'vattra.
Kraig continued to shuffle around the kitchen humming a tune. It was surprisingly quiet in the galley. Normally people were in and out constantly. Maybe this crew was odd, or they left? Seeing as the BBQ'd was finished, he decided to wander the halls. Before leaving he sat some of the food out as a sort of buffet, leaving the remainder to warm in the kitchen. Making a small plate for himself he wandered the halls munching on bread and BBQ Grox meat, still humming a song. Maybe they just couldn't smell the food, perhaps wafting it around would help.
Still supporting herself against a wall, the Marine Commander mumbled something along the lines of 'I will be there soon' in reply. She looked at the leaving, wretched creature that had healed her one last time before shaking her head and running a hand through her black hair, ruining the ponytail she had used to secure the somewhat rebellious mass of sweat and errant strands. Only slowly did Satani walk back to the armoury, constantly supporting herself on the metal walls of the ship. On arrival, the Otthan would find a crate to sit down and, with a somewhat weakened voice, ask her men to report.
<Captain Alea Vatton> The beast's screaming was silenced with a well placed melta shot into his foot. "Ork, I am going to give you one chance to tell me everything you know about your bosses. If you don't, I will make sure that every part of your body is removed until all that is left is your head. You will never be able to fight again, instead you will still as a trophy piece in a dark closet, kept alive so that every moment is an eternity of knowing that you will never again take part in the glorious maelstrom of combat. Do I make myself clear or shall I demonstrate again?" Her voice is as cold as ice, a stark contrast with her eyes and hair, which blaze in the dim lighting of the prison cells. She only assumed that her haemonculus could keep the beast alive, she had every intention of following through with her threat should he not start spilling the beans.
With his physical wounds tended to by the Haemonculus, Herchite decided that now was the time to find the Captain. Before he departed from the Dark Eldar's lair, he gave a nod of his head towards the Haemonculus as an acknowledgement of the good work the Xeno had done on the Marine's wounds. His armour could wait until after he had checked in with the Captain. The Havoc though that the most likely place the Captain would be was the bridge, but he also thought that it would be a good idea to check in at the brig en-route to the bridge, given that if there had been any prisoners taken they would most likely be there. After all, he was sure that no Ork would be stupid enough to mount a direct assault via the Cargo-Bay and expect it to work unless they had another method to get into the ship.... Then again, it was an Ork who had been the aggressor, so perhaps he was being paranoid, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Varl nodded to the departing Herchite somewhat absent-mindedly. He glanced down at the somewhat more stable First Mate and wondered, idly, if the lovely Captain regarded him as essential. Anyhow - he adjusted the drip into one of his patient's arms - it would be interesting to find out what the Lachrymole was capable of, and Treleskan was not an Eldar to step away from a challenge. If the species was vampiric, then it would classically need to gain something other than physical nutrients from its sustenance. Much like, for example, the Dark Eldar thirst for pain and suffering. He drew off a sample of blood and prepared to subject it to some intense and esoteric scrutinisation. "Dras! Do we still have the samples of Mandrake's blood? They should be in the light-proof storage ..." [ @Skarboy @BadDo9 ]
