< @Jorimel @Skarboy > Indeed, the wrack would find three samples of mandrake blood in storage. Meanwhile, the adjusted drip was keeping Lex alive while his wounds closed, but for how long was unknown. < @Maleth @MetalDog4 > Unknowingly, the chief of security would come across the Captain in the brig, just in time to hear an ork voice bellow "You krumpin' git! Youze ain't zoggin' scary loike da Kaptain!" < @Casavay > Despite the obvious weakness of their commander, the marines all stand at attention, and all give the same report. No wounds, no stragglers. There was a single ork in the brig.
<Captain Alea Vatton> One raised eye brow was the only response the Ork got as the Captain twirled around and pressed a button next to a vox system on the prison wall. "Mr. Varl, when you have a minute, come see me in the brig. I have an Ork that needs to be eviscerated while simultaneous kept alive. He refuses to speak." A bit harsh perhaps, but she had said he had one opportunity and she meant it.
Treleskan was washing up after working on the wounded, and starting to look over the notes he had idly. Dras held the book open as the Haemonculus read and took down occasional points of interest. He stretched, wondering idly how the ship repairs were coming along. "Mr. Varl, when you have a minute, come see me in the brig. I have an Ork that needs to be eviscerated while simultaneous kept alive. He refuses to speak." The announcement was sudden, unexpected but by no means unwelcome. The Haemonculus beamed, and closed the book with a snap, clasping his long fingers together as he paused in thought. This would need care and preparation. "I shall be there directly, Madame," he answered with impeccable politeness, collecting his tools and taking down a plain black case. The leather seemed to have a strange property - it was cool to the touch, and did not seem to be ... quite properly lit. It was as if the world seemed a little darker, more shadowy, if one tried to look directly at it. He took some fine white surgical gloves out of another case and considered his choice of surgical apron. He was feeling curiously - Varl couldn't quite put a name to it. There was a feeling of almost of apprehension, of delicate butterflies in his stomach. He was an experienced Haemonculus, a veteran of many excruciations both for business and for pleasure, and his skills were noted across the Dark City. But this was important. He needed to make an impression. He could not afford any sloppy or crass work; it must be nuanced, sublime. Any fool could hack off limbs. He wanted to show that his work was refined, elegant. The kind of work that a beautiful lady could appreciate. Treleskan turned to his Wrack. "Dras. This should be an instructive lesson," he announced, with an absolute confidence in his tone that he did not quite feel. Was he ... nervous? What nonsense. He was a master of pain. "Bring your notebook and the herbicidal preparations. Greenskins have an impressive pain tolerance. It will be an education." With a sweep of his surgeon's coat, the Haemonculus left to hurry to his work.
The ogryn was at a loss, the captain was not here.. the boy was squiming and talking wierdly, he was not trained to deal with this kind of thing, even with his enhanced brain function. the captain had to be on the brigde then, or something to take care of the boy better than him.
The Havoc was surprised to find the Captain in the brig and an Ork in one of the cells, thus proving his suspicions correct, and he was even more surprised to hear Alea asking for Varl to torture the Ork, which gave him a fairly good idea of Alea's mood. Safe to say that he was going to be choosing his words very carefully when speaking to the Eldar, lest he end up in a similar state as the Ork or worse. So Herchite carefully said "Well Captain, I see that you've managed to take an Ork prisoner."
Dras hurried to gather what was necessary, slipping the three vials of Mandrake's blood into the folds of his robe. The dissection of an Ork was quite the entertaining event to attend. His skin flashed through an array of bright colors as he gathered the supplies before following after the Master.
"Ork in the brig?", a recovering Satani asked. She didn't get up at the moment, even if the desire to question the Ork - and her sense of duty - were strong. The guardswoman allowed herself the moment's respite, however, and looked at the motley crew that was her men. It seemed that they had been successful, and she noticed this not without pride. Of course, the heavily armoured Fiend's Friends were expected to succeed, but those other two xenos and the Kasrkin, they had been unknown to her. In a way, Adel was relieved to know she had not mispicked. With a sigh, she rose to her feet and announced bilingually that she would visit the Ork, moving over to the greenskinned specimen. While Headbolt had been a good, one could call it, friend to her, the noble was more than aware that most Orks were mindless brutes, and so she kept one hand on her hidden blade as she approached, looking him over.
<Captain Alea Vatton> @Maleth "Mr. Herchite, in the future you will address me with more respect. Captain or ma'am are acceptable. Do I make myself clear? Good. That was a warning. As for the greenskin, I don't know who managed to capture him as of yet, it was not me. Good initiative on the part of the marines I imagine, they tend to be a resourceful lot."
@MetalDog4 "Well then Captain, I suppose I should inform you that the Cargo Bay is now secure, after my security team plus a few helpers from the rest of the crew managed to defeat the Ork's Warboss and his minions." Herchite said, placing particular emphasis on "Captain" because it seemed that Alea had missed that he actually said Captain while addressing the Eldar in the first place. Then again, Alea was clearly irate at the Ork which could explain why she missed it.... Well, what was the worse the Captain could do for him having a little private joke? Oh wait, setting the Haemonculus on him.
< @Uriel1339 ( @DeranVendar ) > Headbolt had been over messing with some plasma weapons that had fallen out of a busted crate, trying to make a tri-barreled plasma gun when the weapon spirit became irate, overheating and completely evaporating 'Eadbolt. < @Jorimel @Skarboy > The Lacrymole was beginning to make a good recovery, his functions and breathing returning to normal, when the call came in. Lex himself stirred, saying "Cap...tain..." as the Haemonculus left. < + @Maleth @MetalDog4 @Casavay > The Ork just roars in laughter, yelling "No 'humie naw Skinny git gon' scare me!" just as Varl arrives at the brig, unseen by the Ork as Herchite was, out of his field of vision. Satani arrives a moment after the Haemonculus, the brig now getting quite crowded with interrogators. [ @Jorimel - when you dissect the ork, near the end a charge in its head will explode, making it die ]
