< @IyandenCorsair > "It looks so. But don't expect to see me. I fight from afar, acting as support. No need for glory, just to help my friends and comrades is good enough for me." Jirel looks longingly at the firing range. "I only wish I knew if I could show you." He says, fingering his rifle. "Took out some of those... what are they called? Astartes last mission with her. The bigger ones... terminators!" He said happily, remembering the gothic term. "You see, I was out scouting, as I usually will. The trees were quite tall. Quite beautiful as well... Oh, I apologize. I... tend to talk when excited. I can stop if you'd like."
"As if I had a choice..." Fio mumbled to himself. He put his hands to his sides and moved out of the cell to meet the Fire Warrior. A awkward silence and stare accompanied the human when standing in front of his guard. Just standing, waiting there for any kind of command. Maybe he didn't speak Low Gothic? Well maybe he wasn't a complete idiot. Fio extended his arm as if to tell his capture to lead the way. Hopefully his Human body language was translatable to the Blueberry in front of him.
<Suve> Blue face showing little beyond barely veiled contempt and a possible itchy trigger finger Suve jabbed his pulse rifle off in the same direction as the Ethereal awaiting the prisoner to take the lead. He would aim to bring him to the mess for a treatment of rations, whenever they needed to make a turn the Fire Caste would step up alongside him and use his rifle's barrel as a sort of barrier to block off his progress while leaving either his left or right open to indicate which way he needed to go.
< @BadDo9 > His eyes seemed to light up a bit at that. "/You/ battled astartes? I have to admit I'm fresh out of the academy so I have yet to see true battle but here you are fighting some of the Gue'va's greatest warriors. Please do continue, I would like to hear more." he said, shifting his stance to a more relaxed one.
< @IyandenCorsair > "Nothing quite as amazing as you might think. I was scouting, as I said. I decided to climb a tree. Better vision that way. I noticed some five of these terminators advancing on our flanks. They would get too close before anything could be done if I called it in. So... I shot. Hit one in the back, one with some kind of explosives. It knocked the others away. Yim'ir, that's my rifle, screamed again, blasting a hole through the head of one with a sword... the leader, if I remember my intelligence correctly." "Anyway, the other three noticed my trail, and ripped apart my tree with their weapons. That glorious tree. It was so sad. But I couldn't think about that then, because I had three big humans bearing down on me. I panicked, and fired Yim'ir again. But I must have been trained well, because I was able to blast through one of their vital points. "And then I ran. I couldn't fight them up close. I ran for hours, and yet they kept up with me. I had thankfully finished my scouting, so once the main force finished their mission, I got a call to report back. I warned the guards of my situation, and I turned towards base. Once I got there, I climbed another tree, and watched as my comrades ripped them apart." "At that moment, I was so tired, I just layed on the tree branch, watching the clouds go by. It was so peaceful, I fell asleep..." Jirel sighed, looking up dreamily. "I helped that day. Sorry for talking so much, Draal. I tend to remember many things almost perfectly. Which is why I am so good at scouting, I suppose."
Morelth- From one of the Corners out of the darkness from sitting on a bench a Terralian stepped out of the darkness his armor and weapons seemed to be modified With something comparable to a chain bayonet on his his rifle. As he came out he looked to those he would be serving with he seem to exhale air as he saw he would be serving with humans. "Seems I will be serving with Peach and blue skins." he said as he got up parts of he seem to stretch as he got ready for the training Tests. several scars across his face and a bionic tail and arm spoke he had served before in combat and wasn't like some of the new tau recruits they had. Erron- Erron was in The armor the Tau gave him after he was released as a prisoner of war in tau society, He had been given several jobs and had been approved back into service after a somewhat trust period between him and the other captured imperials. he still somewhat cursed those who left him and bombarded there position. Still wanted a bit of revenge, Maybe working with the Tau would help him expand his own ways of getting supply's and getting power to make up his own merc group. He looked to the other Xenos in the room he still had trouble speaking there names so he approached them carefully with his staff as he used it similar to a cane. "Greetings I am Erron." he said to a group of Tau as he met them.
< @Vulpas @BadDo9 @IyandenCorsair > The Shas'Vre stepped back up to his post. "Due to technical difficulties, the training simulators are currently down. We will resume our scheduled training tomorrow, and the scenario from today will replace the range training, so go ahead and use this time to get R&R or extra range practice. Dismissed!"
< @Vulpas [Erron] ; @IyandenCorsair ; @MetalDog4 > As Jirel finished his story, he notices a Gues'vesa walking up to him and his new comrade. He speaks in broken Tau, and seemed somewhat nervous. "Greetings, Erron. You may call me Jirel" He does his best to speak in gothic, hoping to help comfort the human. Perhaps a few slurred syllables, but he was mostly fluent. Then, the Shas'Vre made his announcement. Speaking once in Tau, and once in Gothic, he asks: "Comrades, I am itching to practice with Yim'ir. You are welcome to join me, and afterwards, perhaps we may go enjoy ourselves?"
< @Vulpas [Erron] @BadDo9 @MetalDog4 > He listened to the story with great enthusiasm, smiling and nodding as his squadmate recalled their tale. He couldn't help but be jealous. "Incredible, hopefully one day I too will be able to fight and kill such a foe." He replied, before catching something out of the corner of his eye, one of the Gue'va mercenaries. He turned his head over and gave them a look over up and down, following up his comrade's introduction with his own. "and I am Shas'la Draal, a pleasure to meet you Erron." he gave a small nod as he says this, smiling at them before turning his attention back to Jirel. "Yin'ir? I can't say I'm familiar with the term."
< @IyandenCorsair ; @Vulpas ; @MetalDog4 > "Yim'ir... Dead Ice. She's been with me for years now. She is as accurate as she is deadly, ripping through flesh and armor with ease. I once stopped a tank from a mile away, destroying its power source. Would you care for a demonstration?" Jirel seemed happier, more confident now as he strides over to the range, pulling the rail rifle into position and bracing himself. The target was set at maximum range, an Ork Nob. Jirel took aim, less than a second, and fired, splattering the virtual brains everywhere.
