<Cair> "It shall be done." The Reaper bows to the Shaper then heads back to the Serpent, watching as the Kroot melt back into the shadows. "Minna, change of plans."
<Architect> Among the crew of the Anam Alqethir mixed feelings made their way into the hearts and minds of the Eldar. Though in general everyone become more themselves again and less depressed, terrified and angry. The dead were collected, the soulstones removed and integrated in the Infinity Circuit, their bodies preserved for proper burial at the Craftworld or otherwise - Depending on their wishes, family background and alike. The Chambers of Isha were restored to minimum functionality where Aranetyhr, Desek, Kholivaz and finally brought in also Rharijem, after Mereen went to carry him from the Nightshade, receive treatment. Luckily enough Healers were saved during the attack to aid in the regeneration process. Although since the Chambers were still in the reconstruction phase, all current wounded were in one single hall. The Bonesingers started to shape all across the Anam everything into original status. Ohreej, Mereen, Trykasil and the other Guardians patrolled the ship, to make sure no Dark Eldar remained. Though as soon as the Haemonculus and pupils were spotted in the hangar, opposite to where the attack occurred it was too late to stop them and they had escaped. Out of angle for the batteries of the Anam and eventually out of range of the weakened cruiser. Especially since the Bridge was underpopulated, having the crewmen help with taking care of the dead and wounded. Not many servants were among the Anam to begin with and even less were now still alive. It was a tragedy, but it would not deny them their attempts of stopping a Tyranid Hive Fleet Tendril, their most important assets were still alive and so was hope. <Rharijem> "I see..." The Crimson Hunter simply stated as he was told that Minnaloushe was deployed among with the others and that he was not as long out as he thought he was. His new legs would still take several hours until they could be re-attached and therefor sat up on his bed, looking at the others. Farseer Aranethyr was still knocked out, but the Artisan was watching over him. Whereas Rharijem had nobody since the healer just gave him the news and went away again. The Warlock had also nobody, the Comorrite had an Exodite next to him. The man sighed and closed his eyes, not to sleep but simply imagine that Minnaloushe or at least the Warp Spider would be at his side, the emotion of loneliness never truly bothered him while he was... On his path of self-destruction and becoming Khaines Bloody Hand permanently. Just a bit sanity and friendship would be right, yes... That would be just right.
<Minnaloushe the Intemperate> "What will it be, then, brother?" Asked the pilot. Her curiosity piqued to the extreme as she saw from the rear-view holo the exchange between savage and Aspect. "My wings are yours, you know it."
Kholivaz lay back on one of the cots available in the Chambers of Isha, wondering if perhaps they were in fact the Halls of Khaine, for all the acts of murder and violence that happened there. He watched Astora with an interest bordering on publicly inappropriate, for there were few wells of emotion more appealing to his kind than grief. She had helped him remove some of his armor and weaponry, the equipment and Nezorath's skull all resting on the floor between then. Now he simply lay there, his arms, head, and neck all turned the rust-colored blood of Wracks, while his bare torso shone with the pale skin of one who had never truly been kissed by the light of a sun. The Storm Guardian from the Dark City had no idea how to access such an emotion as grief, yet he found it fascinating on !the Exodite; no matter how well Astora could hide her sorrow, Kholivaz could smell it as easily as a pungent odor in the air. She still held the soul stone of her comrade Exodite and tentatively, experimentally, Kholivaz reached out to place a hand over hers, covering the stone. Much like he had done with Mereen before, he simply watched her eyes for some form of reaction. ((OoC: for the record this is Kholivaz placing his hands on hers in a comforting gesture. Not him covering up the soulstone in a peek-a-boo like manner!))
OOC:So is it healthy to assume that my Magos Errant is still with the two guardians,Evelyn and the Med Pods on the bridge?
(OOC: The shaft didn't lead to the bridge. Most likely it lead directly to the Infinity Matrix. Here, posting...) <Architect> Silence, the seemingly endless desert span all that the eyes could see - and beyond. The sky was covered by clouds pregnant with thunder and the breeze howled a saddened, cool, melody. The Magos, his assistant and the two Guardians of Isha's Chambers found themselves somewhere near the Infinity Matrix of the Anam Alqethyr, as they could see they crystal cables in the sky, all leading to the same point beyond the horizon. The Eldar muttered amidst themselves, both the wounded and the ones to guard them. The humans seemed to pique a newfound interest.
<Astora of Arché> The woman jerked the Spirit Stone from Kholivaz's hand and smirked. It was evident there was another emotion beneath her collected demeanour - a storm which raindrops leaked from her eyes as she fought the urge to pummel something bloody. "Don't-" she snapped. "Not from this." Astora seemed to be willing to give her cousin her tears, to allow him to relish in her grief - but Tyrelhien wasn't to be desecrated.
<Architect> A couple of ink-covered legs walked towards Kholivaz, her tattoos both delicate and excessive. Her eyes beheld the Commorrite from behind a violet curtain like an artist would a brand-new canvas - Daeva sighed, then spoke: "Look at you. Had your fun?"
<Architect> Steel-strong eyes opened once again as a hardened chest breathed in slowly. The unusual sound of crystals shattering announced the Farseer's first breath. His life-old friend, his first sight. A smile made those aged lips again younger - like a cocky teen making a sharp turn in a jetbike to prevent a crash. Serha, the lavender-haired Healer that tended to the Seer, stepped back and let the men have a moment.
