~~ Gladiator Arena ~~ "GET BACK TO YOUR FREAKING POST I TOLD YOU! AND DON'T YOU GET DRUNK AGAIN, YOU MUTANT BASTARD!" Was yelled in the hallway juts out of the main entrance/exit of the Gladiator hall, followed by some metal object or something bouncing off a wall. The voice was female. Perhaps worth investigating?
"I do smell of xenos blood don't I? It's an exotic filter I'll admit, as for my origins I came from some little backwater feudal world where cow shit was considered the height of biological warfare and inbreeding was the current 'in' trend as you can imagine. " A simple shrug, casting aside thoughts of his old home as easily as he might a corpse. But then a commotion! "Before I'm obligated to ask you the same lets see who's getting chewed out down there hmmm? "
“A refreshingly vivid smell I would say. Well lets see about this commotion then?” Grythan and (presumably) Argyle travel to where the commotion is with their interests peaked.
As they step outside they saw a tiny human. She was like 1.50 meters tall or so, but seemed athletic and fit. She wore an uniform that did look nothing like ever encountered. It was carapace armor obviously but in a flamboyant red. A deep purple cape was attached to her neck-piece with one big mark of slaanesh in the perfect center of it. "What are you two no-gooders up to?! Back to your station, for frakkin Abaddon's ugly visages sake!" She put her hands on each side of her hips, her head tilted and her purple eyes blazing with the fury of a true woman with strong self-esteem. She looked no older than 14 with her long straight hair that was the same red as her clothes and her tiny bodysize. But apparently she had earned a fair share of respect here. There was a rapier on the right side of her body, almost completely hidden due to her cape. Would it be not for her current pose, one could assume it would be completely hidden.
That simple image emblazoned on her cloak took all that gregarious tint from Argyle and instead brought forth a cult cut civility. "Our station currently equates to walking around getting acquainted with the vessel's layout, Madame. " Stomp her now, just start stomping and pretend you didn't see her then casually stroll along. You are above her on so many levels...Argyle's eye briefly twitched before leveling out along with his thought process. No until he had any sort of major pull executing presumable ship heads of any rank wouldn't do him any favors.
OOC: After remembering that Space Marines are on average 2.3 metres tall and a lot broader than this woman. Grythan realise the situation he is in starts to lean down to get to eye level with the tiny woman. It isn't a rushed leaning, its has a very deliberately slow pace, every inch of heigh difference is clearly highlighted. When he is finally at eye level with this woman, he says “And who might you be?” He keeps his arm close enough to his weapon that he could draw it in seconds, while using his vast body bulk to keep this action hidden from her.
While the most of the newcomers went to have fun and indulge themselves in such spectacles as to watching aliens die in the arena, Krax had other intentions. The nails spoke to him in hushed whispers, so this was good time as any to go and visit his new employer. He heard that the man was also a veteran of the Long War, so he was quite curious as if he already met him before, because Fifteen Fangs were there when Khayon, Lheorvine and others found the Warmaster aboard his old ship, witnessing the events that gave birth to their new brotherhood which those who had no idea what it truly stands for called Black Legion. Taking the shortest path towards the Bridge of this ship, former World Eater passed a number of crewmen, all of them which didn't interest him in the slightest. They were the lowest of the low, dregs slaved to the wills of their masters and Warp beyond, at least that was his opinion. Eventually, once he arrived on that deck, he tried to find someone to show him the way towards where their Lord was. If not, he would most definitely barge in.
~~ Near Gladiator Entrance ~~ "WHO MIGHT I BE?!" The woman facepalmed and shook her head at least a dozen times in a very swift way. It was a miracle her head didn't fall off. "You must be the new playthings of the Commander. Letting you wander around with no assigned duty. Tz tz tz.... Anyway!" She snapped her fingers and an Ogryn-sized human came running who went down on his fours and pressed his body against the floor. She stepped on top of him and then he pushed himself as high as he could. Bringing the little woman at least with her head on par with the Astartes' chest. "My name is Aileen van Salazar de Volantis y Sephir Serpentine. Or Captain Aileen Serpentine for the simple folk like yourself. Former Imperial Navy Admiral, First and current Captain of the Lost Mercy and Commander Zadkiel Malkuths concubine. ANY MORE STUPID QUESTIONS, LADIES?!" Her hands remained on each side of her hip while staring intently at each of the two buffoons. ~~ Random Part of Ship ~~ As if his will was heard, the Data-slate reacted with a slight beep. It had the map open of his current location and the way to the bridge.... Of course he also could ask any of the many crewmen around.
It seemed that he was only a short walk from the main chamber itself. Passing some guards (at least he thought they were guards) who looked at him a bit puzzled since he was a new face on board, Krax finally entered the Bridge itself, looking around the room for any sights of another brother, hopefully he wouldn't have to look for long.
