"Indeed they are just humans, But they are another thinking thing that can be of a danger, Consider all possibility and odds that are possible, in my own opinion it is best to respect each enemy you face and take them all as serious as possible, for if you let your guard down. It can be hazardous for others, that I have learned well as a crimson hunter." Zerelith said looking to Laeduin. her expression never changing.

Laeduin turned to face the dark reaper again. "I know incredibly well the fact that underestimating your enemy is costly." He replied scornfully. He turned to face Jyn'so once again. "What happened to cause this?" He asked her.

@Vulpas @Shashi

"They took my craftworld, my home, my family and my arm," Jyn'so replied, coldly. "I survived, whilst around me I saw them cut down my kin without mercy. I survived, with merely a flesh wound, whilst my craftworld burned. I do not underestimate them - I cannot, for I have seen first hand their brutality. But nor will I allow their efforts to succeed."

Relaxing a fraction, she continued. "Do not mistake my hatred for recklessness. I understand the importance of our quest, and will not allow my emotions to guide me."

Sighing, Jyn'so changed the subject. "I believe we were promised quarters. Shall we investigate?"

A entire craftworld? Zerelith thought her expression only changing a inch to a grimace. Intersting, Zerelith began to wonder from which one, She thought to herself, Zereltih kept silent after now waiting for them to either continue on speaking of the briefing or to be taken elsewhere. "Death comes to us all but as life ends so does some of its pains May your kin rest in peace within the infinity matrix and may you find some peace knowing they will be waiting for you one day." Zerelith said briefly for a moment as if a apology or way to help ease a wound her words seemingly spun to help ease a wound and hopefully not make it bigger.

Altera allowed the conversation to continue for a moment before she finally spoke once she thought the group was finished. "The runes do not say what should be done in what order... All they show is that the key is with you all. I'd advise some level of discussion on what we should tackle first. Once you've reached a decision we'll be waiting here, but until then, do what you need to prepare. If you have any questions, feel free to return."

The Farseer nodded to Firnel who gathered the group and led them outside the bridge. It was a short and silent walk towards their provided lodgings. Once they arrived Firnel would step to the side to give them a better view of the long hallway with several rooms open to them. Each one was marked with an appropriate rune for each of them to indicate who it was for.

Within each room the owner would find furnishings that would remind them much of where they'd came from. Be it a different Craftworld or a Corsair fleet, although it may not have been perfect, it definitely gave a slight sensation of home rather than an Ulthwe ship.

Firnel would wait outside, silent on any matters the group might bring up, unless of course she was asked for her opinion, then she may be inclined to give it.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay. I didn't want to interrupt the conversation should some important decision be made. So at this point you can emote your various rooms as you see fit. Perhaps it's perfect and feels like home, or maybe it's a little off, it's up to you. Other than that, just decide which issue you'd like to look into first. You likely won't be resolving this issue in a single mission for the record. However you guys want to decide it is up to you. Be it by electing someone to lead it all and decide, or vote democratically. This should be the last post before we get locked into any missions at this point, so do whatever you need/like.)

@Jorimel @Taec @Shashi @Vulpas @Vlayden @Wata @Maleth

Ylsen entered his room and a wave of melancholy washed over him.
As a corsair he had managed to forget part of his past craftworld and the feeling of being trapped.
The way the room was furnished and set brought back a feeling that had been long forgotten.
He put his helmet down on his bed and looked around the room proper. Ylsen's eye fixed on the chair and table at the left corner of the room. He cocked his head and huffed some air out determined.

He threw the chair out into the hall with force, it hit a wall and nearly broke. Then the sound of dragging something heavy could be heard. Ylsen toppled the table into the hall with a loud bang as well. He entered the hallway after it and noticed Firnel standing outside.
He simply smiled politely at her and shoved the table further aside roughly so it wasn't blocking the hallway. After he went back in, several small pieces of decoration were thrown out as well. They hit the same wall with same amount of force.

What was left in his room was a shelf, a bed, lockbox and in one corner a piece of cloth where he could put his gear and armor to rest. Satisfied with this he picked up his helmet from the bed, but didn't put it on yet.
He stepped outside and approached Firnel.
"So, Vaotera and artifact snatching. When are we going?"
He said to her and anyone within earshot.

Laeduin walked through the door into the room that had been done for him. He looked around at what had been clearly placed to remind him of where he had come from. From the banners of the houses to the royal purple couch that contrasted against the yellows and blues that were the colours of his craftworld, each item had been expertly set to give the feeling desired. Laeduins glance stopped over a banner of the house of valor. He remembered his own fallen kin that now slumbered in the ghost halls of the house, and a wave of sadness came over him. He quickly shook these thoughts from his head, and sat down upon the couch placing his weapons and helmet beside him.

As the sounds of crashing began, Laeduin quickly got up. He walked out of the room to see another member of the team not so far away throwing items from their room into the hallway. "What are you doing?" Laeduin asked in surprise.

@Wata

Ylsen glanced at Laeduin and scratched his neck.
"Refurnishing. I like it better that way."
He just shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. The blue stripe dyed to his golden blonde hair felt like a mental weight pushing down on him.

Sidestepping a flying chair, Jyn'so cocked an eyebrow in bemusement as she entered her room, before stopping dead at the sight of it.

The room was decked out in hanging silks, soft furnishings and the large bed in the center of the back wall was dominated by multiple square cushions. Behind the silks, wooden panels lined the walls, and the floor was wooden, with a thick shaggy rug covering it. All the furnishings were dripping with gold accents, and encrusted with gems. Blue light from an aquarium on the left wall rippled across the room, and the entire effect was like a pirate cabin crossed with a seraglio.

She hated it.

With a thought and a gesture, the silks tore themselves from the ceiling, to swirl about the center of the room. The rug and the cushions were next, joining the growing vortex of items. With a flick of her fingers, the chest at the end of the bed opened, and the swirling mass of unwanted things funneled into the chest, lid slamming shut as the last cushion squeezed in.

What was left was a plain room, furnished in stained wood. The aquarium lights shone brightly, the water ripples lending a serene mood to the decor, fish darting around rocks and plants.

The opposite wall, apart from the wooden panels it was comprised of, was completely bare. Concentrating, Jyn'so held a hand out, psychic energy playing over her fingers. Slowly, wood creaking and sawdust flying, marks began to etch themselves into the wood, covering the entire wall. When she was done, the wall was dominated by an engraved image of the one place Jyn'so called home. The Void Stalker-class battleship, In Azure Garbed.

Panting with exertion, she collapsed on the bed. Just five minutes rest, she told herself. Five minutes, and she'd go find the others...

When the Warlock entered his indicated room, he gave a content sigh as he reached for a nearby table, running his covered hand across the wraithbone furnishings. He'd lived his whole life upon the Craftworld, and saw no reason to change that; so many forms of comfort and enjoyment amongst friends and companions.
He gently took his witchblade out and lay it down on the table, his heart quivering briefly as the memories came through - the excitement of battle, the rush of adrenaline. The fear of loss, the joy of victory - such things that the War Mask always kept him from feeling. The memories alone gave him reason to see why; such trauma should they be felt in the present could break a human. An Eldar was far beyond such emotions, and the impact would be beyond imagination for such primitives.
He still enjoyed it, though. The victories won and the lives saved were more than enough to keep him from finding a new 'line of work'. Not that it was work in the traditional sense, unlike some civilian Paths.

He flopped down against the bed and sighed, his rune armour feeling slightly restrictive as he stared up at the ceiling. He thought greatly of the ideas of adventuring, and yet his duty here restricted him. Even so, the threats of She Who Thirsts were another reason to stay. He very much liked living; and out there lowered that chance greatly.
Though that brought him to a new topic; these... Corsairs.

He'd despised them the moment he saw them - and Akerath did admit, that was primarily due to the unknown. They lived out there, in the vast 'wilderness' of Space with no Eldar paths to guide them, nor anything familliar that a Craftworld's living would have.
It didn't help that all he's heard as a Craftworlder, were.... 'bad' things of such people. Even so, meeting them now in person, while they clearly were still not those he may befriend just yet, he knew that they could at least prove to be useful, and amiable.

Maybe.

Maybe I should've went to being a damned Striking Scorpion, first... He thought to himself; the idea of these missions certainly screamed 'stealth' to him. Still, his psyker capabilities he was sure would come in handy anyway.