<Novae Cabella - Head Nurse> "The Commander? Lord Zadkiel? Mhhhh... Little, to be honest. Except that I never had to treat him. No matter what combat he goes into, it seems he never is harmed, not even a scratch. As if the gods of Chaos themselves embrace him like a mantle of protection. And the fact that he killed a Terminator of the Flesh Tearers while in his regular armor, unarmed. Still we wonder how it happened, but most of us actually believe that Zadkiel talked him into suicide, he has the charm of a noble, the heartlessness of a warrior, the mind of a genius. Surely he seems unimpressive, but that is only another trick up his sleeves." Novae shrugged slightly while her smile never fainted.
“Interesting...” Grythan's voice deliberately trailed off. He was aware of the old idea of making your actions seem effortless, but being completely unharmed was an interesting trait. Grythan nearly put the Head Nurses words down to exaggeration, but then remembered the briefing. The almost supernatural appearance of the Alpha Legionnaire when the commander was threatened. Bolt pistols are quick, but perhaps the dark gods gave speed to the Hydratus to save their chosen champion. Grythan gave a quick glance around to see where the Hydratus was, and with a complete lack of surprise couldn't see him instantly. Turning back to the Nurse he said. “Well the only thing left to do is for you to give us a letter of recommendation and we can get out of your hair.” OOC: I was once told that for any venture in the 40k universe their is a 95% chance it has been infiltrated by the Alpha Legion. Of the infiltrated ventures their is a 100% chance that the infiltrator is not who you think it is.
Her mood changed from happy cheery nurse to a dark, cold, heartless bitch. "You want what now?! Why should I give you such thing?! And what is wrong with my hair, huh?!" Novae marched up to the man and stared up into his helmet lenses, glaring him to death with her fiery eyes.
“Ah there we go, now I'm talking to the real person.” Without moving a muscle. The Vox-grill started to add a subtle hiss to Grythan's words almost subconsciously. “You would give us one, because we saved your medbay from a horde of drug desiring mutant. All of whom would have done terrible things to anyone else in their way. To top that all off no one died which took a level of restraint I am not used to give to mortals.” Grythan never broke eye contact with Head Nurse, he gave as good as he got with death stares although it was hidden behind his helmet. "And the other reason is I am tired of little mortals trying and failing to intimidate me.” Arrogance and anger dripped from his tone as if it was poison to be spat at anyone in his way.
The Woman grabbed into her coat and pulled out a drill, similar to those of a Narthecium. "I know where your Gene-Seed is, so you will apologize to me, before I infect you with the thousands of diseases created by Nurgle and his loyal subjects, such as myself." She held it in front of his chesst before breaking out in a hysteric laughter. "Apologies. But.... If you insult someone, better don't do it to someone who can hide poison in your food that is going to kill even an Astartes. Buuuuut before I write such letter of recommendation. How about you give me a compliment on my hair?" Novae Cabella though had nothing really special about her hair. It was simple, short, slightly curly, dark brown, almost black.
cryzarion just laughed at this point "your hair looks amazing dear nurse, id realy like to see you poison one of us" as he spoke he sat down and looked at the others "well if id have any bets id say dont infect any nurgal worshipers"
Argyle swept himself nearer to Novae. "Oh madam, madam if I may interject please excuse our Brothers here. At times a warrior can forget himself when addressing someone whilst the fire of combat still smolders within his veins. Don't think any of us are looking to slaughter each other, at least not yet no? " Glancing about the rest of their trans-human company Argyle positioned himself on that delicate line between being an ass kiss and simply trying to cover for the rest and save everyone a bit of grace.
Thoughts bounced around his head. The main conflict was whether to make the Head Nurse a head smaller or not. Grythan was loathed to let anyone get away with drawing a weapon on him and live. The desire to get the Letter of Recommendation was conflicting with his pride and that is a dangerous conflict for an Emperor's Child. A subtle whisper intruded on his thoughts. It's silky tones were becoming a welcome addition to Grythan's mind, although its source was unknown to him. “Comment on her hair and then you can get the letter. Perhaps later she can have an accident.” The silky voice knew how to tempt Grythan even though it was only a voice in his head. Grythan thought through the Nurses words. Her mentioning of Grandfather Nurgle and her position as a Healer pointed towards the correct compliment. “I once was fortunate enough....” Started the Astartes his subtle hiss had not disappeared but his tone was one of wistful remembering. His thoughts had only taken a moment, through which he was stationary. “To witness Plague Marines assault a bunker on Hydra Minoris. Their movement though slow and cumbersome spoke to me of their hidden grace. Your hair reminds me of their blight grenades. The small wisps of Nurgle's thousand plagues exploded from their grenades, killing the Emperor's lapdogs by the hundreds. Your curly hair reminds me of the glorious plagues frozen in time for all to admire.” Grythan waited to see what the nurse would say. OOC: I like the way that the CSM are leaping like whipped dogs to compliment a woman
Fireteam Draco: Primary Objective: Secure the Med-Bay (Deck 2) Secondary Objective: Get a letter of recommendation from the Head Nurse Cryzarion the Phoenix - Thousand Son Sorcerer (@lord-watchman ) Dyson Oni - Aspiring Iron Warriors Warpsmith (@DaKaptin ) Grythan Konenos - Undivided Emperor's Children Raptor (@Nurianis ) Hydratus - Undivided Alpha Legionnaire (@DeathKorpsOfKrieg ) Seth - Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) <Novae Cabella - Head Nurse> "Now that sounds better now, doesn't it?" She said satisfied and straightened out her coat. "You just wait here. Exceeeeept.... You. You come with me!" She pointed at Seth, the Chaos Apothecary (@Vulpas ) before turning and going to write the letter. "You others, finish up the cleaning, please~!"
- Dyson Oni (Mr.Lonely) Dyson had finished repairing the bed frames, improving on their structural integrity by thirty-three percent. Getting up from his work, Dyson saw that a number of mutants had regained consciousness. "Psyker abhuman, give direction to those dregs to move these back to the treatment area. Our mission is yet complete, secondary objective now takes priority." Dyson had no way of knowing if they psyker was manipulating the mutants subtly, he only assumed they would listen to them less they receive another beating from the Marines. Personally, Dyson had nothing against Psykers. He just prefers to address others by titles than by names. Addressing others as such might imply camaraderie. Something Dyson wasn't the best at... not anymore. Moving on, Dyson made to complete his objective of securing a recommendation from the head nurse. "There will be no more talk of the rotting and oxidizing plague that is Nurgle's touch." Before Dyson could get the attention of Novae Cabella, she left with her fellow medical practitioner, Apothecary Seth, for a private meeting in her office. Leaving Dyson to actually interact with his fellow renegades. 'Everything of repair is outside my ability or already fixed... Initiate casual conversation!' Dyson only looked upon the Khronite marine with mild interest. His armor was mark VI and well preserved, must have a good artificer in his warband. Which only furthered Dyson's curiosity. "Where do you hail from Khornite? You have the look of a newblood, but your skill is well defined. You showed great restraint for servant of the Skull throne... that kept us within mission parameters. Well done." Dyson didn't even turn to look at the Chaos Raptor. One might reasonably assume he was actually avoiding the Emperor's Child intentionally. -Edited-
