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Tyresius turned to the young tau girl, "You must know so little of the Glory of the Chaos gods to know not the attire of the worshipers of Tzeentch, or the nature of my own Glorious, Pungent Stench." He chuckled alittle, "Oh, but I have only allowed my smell to be introduced to you all." He placed his armored hand on his rusting chestplate, "Tyresius Locudus, Plague Marine of the Deathguard, Servant of Nurgle."

<Earlier>
For Latrynix Thexia, being stuck on the Hole seemed a curiously ironic fate which was a musing that came into being while she ate a utilitarian meal, likely made from things that she didn't need to know about in a shadowy corner of the station's bar, recovering from a mission to deal with a few slaves who decided that running was a good idea. Needless to say, they suffered far worse from her Thirst than the ire of their betrayed master and became rather willing to come back to him after a few hours of 'work'.

To anyone willing to dare risk looking at her, they would see her twinned sword slung across her back with dagger and pistol place in her wychsuit's belts, a leather vest (with obligatory cutouts for the attractive areas) and a tight-fitting pair of trousers (again, with cutout sections to show flesh) with armor plates running down the right side of her arm, complete with shoulder pad. Her dress was also slung over her shoulder, one of the few things that didn't have a practical purpose that she kept on her.

The Wych's lot on the station over the years had been.... Mixed. At times, it was actually bearable with decent food and accommodation and other times... Well, suffice to say that there was a real consideration that perhaps getting out of the Dark City was a horrible mistake, when she had to 'eat' what others would consider to be vermin and live in conditions scarcely better than the Lower Decks (minus the toxic gas). At least now was a moderate phase, not exactly down in the dumps but likewise not a part of high society either.

<Now>

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When Latrynix heard the announcement, a small thrill of excitement and hope coursed through her. Could this be? A way out of this filthy Mon'Keight station? Needless to say, when she saw someone else leave, likely for the loading bay mentioned, a quick slap down of some cash on the table and practically leapt out of the place to head for the loading dock, wishing to leave this awful place behind her as soon as possible.

When the Commorrite arrived at the loading dock, she was somewhat relived to see a fellow Eladrith Ynneas, and one that seemed confidant in their skills, given the lack of clothing. After all, if a Commorrite was being entrusted with the task of seeing who was coming aboard, she thought it was likely that the person in charge was also one of the Dark Eldar.

Alas, the Druchii's meal threatened to make a reappearance thanks to a Plague Marine and she saw that evidently someone else also had similar feelings, but let them go all the way given there was a small puddle of something that used to be food in the loading dock.
Also present was the same person from the bar that she had noticed going after the announcement, another Marine who looked much better than the walking corpse, another Mon'Keigh in a fancy suit of armour, and some blue-looking human whom she suspected might be a Psyker as well along with someone that curiously looked like a Tau.

Looking to break the ice, Thexia said "I presume that you're all here to get off this cursed station?" Any cutting remarks she might have spoken were left unsaid, as insulting everyone whom she may be working with is never a good idea, as it does dramatically reduce the age that she'd expect to live to. That and it was plain rude when she hadn't made her introductions yet.

"Glorious? The only thing glorious about you is if you were the king of a dump!" The woman yelled over the Nurglite, shuddering at the thought of smelling again. She kept a hand on her nose as that 'Tyresius' guy talked, fearing his breath might reach over to here.

"At least someone attractive around here, at last." Lurielle noted, inspecting the Dark Eldar from top to bottom, twice. She smiled bright. "My name is Lurielle. This is Malrak." She gestured to the Blue Kroot-Man. "And these here just joined, too. Glad to make your acquaintance! And... Apologies for... That." She looked to the leftovers of her earlier stomach contents. "Got too close to that Tyresius guy."

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Felana looked over to the Lurielle as she introduced herself "Names Felana, good to meet you Lurielle and Malrak, my armor spotted Tyresius fumes before I even got near, good thing to it may have ruined my appetite for later."

Hearing steps behind her Felana looked to se another Marc like her coming and... Was that the station resident arena fighter? Felana was a bit amazed to see one called Beowulf leaving she had seen him fight several times and always win, another of the fallen Astarte that would likely be wise not to anger,

After that what seemed to be another dark eldar Felana always wondered why most of them never covered up it would provide better protection. Both the mercenary and dark eldar asking the same question. "It seems to be think our recruiters waiting for us at the bottem of the ramp," Felana said motioning to dark eldar at the bottem of the ramp before speaking again.

"And if the slaves and the servitors are going to the same bay it seems that we are in the correct place. Think we maybe the first ones Here besides the ships crew and the cargo. So has anyone heard about who captains the ship or whos hiring?" Felana asked looking to the group her voice coming out where her mouth would be not for her helmet.

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Malta extended a clawed gauntlet to shake the woman's hand and raised an eyebrow at her continuing to talk to those around her. An energetic one for sure, he thought as he gave her hand a few shakes. "Yes that's all very interesting but I assure you I am not a kroot." He said as he let go of her hand and looked to who she was talking to. Another Astartes but Tzeentch be praised not another plague marine. He then looked up to the Plague marine that just introduced himself. "Malrak Skyruss, Brother of the Order of the Blue Raven, Scholar of Tzeentch." Malrak made a bit of a bow in respect to another devotee to the dark gods. Despite his horrid appearance and stench that marine was as devoted to Nurgle as Malrak is to Tzeentch and that should be respected to some degree.

Then yet another new comer spoke up this time it was a Dark eldar woman all Malrak did was nod and looked to Lurielle. "I beg your pardon? I might hide my body under a cloak and my face with a helmet but I assure you my appearance is not entirely unpleasant." He said feigning offense wondering if this woman still thought he was what ever these kroot creatures were. Then one of the fully armored women spoke up and he responded with a shrug. "I haven't a clue, when the voices told me of an opportunity they were not very specific about who or what was giving it."

"Well I can't judge how you look, but one thing I learned here is that usually only .... Not-so-attractive people dress like you. Hiding in cloaks and such. For all I know you are a horrid mutant." Lurielle shrugs. "But you seem like a smart guy, so you are at least not one of those sewer-cannibals. That's good for sure!" She smiled at Malrak who was slightly taller than herself. "But hey, you must admit. You cannot compete with that body. But feel free to prove me wrong!" She motioned to the new Dark Eldar (@Maleth ) who joined them. The band started to fit together already and she enjoyed herself greatly, so many new faces! Everyone so different. It reminded her a bit of the rainbows at the waterfalls she loved to swim in, during the summer.

"This is definitely the right deck, trust me on that. But I fear I have no idea who is in charge here. The Dark Eldar over there is definitely the right lady to talk to... But.... No six Krootoxes are getting me near that Tyresius guy again. On that note, glad to make your non-stinky acquaintance Fall.... Foll... Mhhh.... Uhhh... Lana!" Lurielle chirped at last, smiling and tilting her head slightly. "I am sure you don't mind me calling you Lana, right? Makes you sound more approachable and is easier off the tongue."

"Yes I will grant you that much after all it is a fool's errand to claim beauty that surpasses the eldar. The way they flaunt it so easily is obvious enough to this enlightened mind, but that doesn't mean lesser beauty should be shunned. Besides in my humble opinion the colors of the warp are far more beautiful than anything life can muster, though they make my mind burn when I gaze for too long." He chuckled at that last remark. It had been a while since he talked to someone that wasn't planning on stabbing him in his sleep, or at least wasn't doing it openly.

Beowulf looked down at the human girl, she was in a strange atire, wearing what looked like Tau armour, though she seemed a bit too young to have been taken by them from the Imperial guard, she looked very young actually, if he remembered right from his own human years, though clearly she wasent Fenrisian, and she had abselutely no sense of danger, a commen flaw in youngsters.
"I am Beowulf, if you havent heard of me yet, you will soon enough" was all he answered to her idea of childish bonding.

"if that is an introduction, i dont want to know the extent of your rotting foulness plaque bearer, even a fire drake has better breath, and thats fire."



Beowulf looked around as the group grew, it was quit chatty for such a different collection, another eldar, though her smell had at first distracted him from the foul stench of a psycher.
"Maleficum" he snerred before spitting an acidic gob infront of Malrak (@TuskatheDaemonKilla )

Malrak was unfazed by the acid and looked up to the rather rude space wolf that spat at him. "Lupus ignorat." He retorted and instinctively moved away fearing physical retaliation. His teachers in the cult told of what the wolves did to Prospero and he wasn't going to take chances even if this one had too walked away from the Imperium.

"Well, at least you seem pleasant company, unlike the walking corpse over there." Latrynix replied to Lurielle, amused at the other person's taunt of the Plague Marine while giving a somewhat pointed look at the aforementioned Plague Marine that went along the lines of: Come anywhere near me and you'll be gutted like a fish.

Given there was already one name exchanged, the Wych then said "And if your name is Lurielle, then you may call me Latrynix." Then the human in armour, apparently called Felana and the suspected Psyker, called Malrak started speaking, the former firstly introducing herself, along revealing the name of Tyresius (whom Thexia assumed was the Plague Marine, given the mention of fumes) and then asking about who was the captain of the ship and who was actually hiring from the station which were two very good questions in the Dark Eldar's view.

However, Malrak seemed to be both introducing himself and then moving the subject onto physical appearances seemed to be indicative that they had seemed to have been waiting awhile here. However, Lurielle's compliment on her apperance drew a smile to the Commorrite's face, perhaps the Tau-person really was that nice a person(a rarity in such a dangerous galaxy), to which she responded "Well, thank you for noticing. You don't look too bad yourself."

Then came the non-rotting Marine called Beowulf introducing himself to the group, and confirming her suspction that Malrak was a Psyker by the acid spat at the floor by the Psyker hiding in concealing clothing. Evidently, the pleasantness of the initial meeting wasn't going to last long in Thexia's view before someone started a brawl. That would likely turn lethal.