Fenix looked at the gasmasked Krieger with mild interest. The utterly mechanical movements and complete lack of response to the bait demand. Interesting to say the least.
Fenix moved on, not giving the Chapter serf the time of day. Dart made an awkward bow and floated off. Fenix then turned his volume back on.
"Dart, who was that just now?"
"Would you be refering to the Death Korps Woman or the Chapter serf. Who by the way seemed very nice."
"The first one. Now."
"If you read the breifing report, you'd know that was Quartermaster 232611-Ares of Krieg. Goes by 'Six' for simplicity sake. Probably wears that mask almost as much as you wear yours."
"Silence."
Fenix turned Dart's volume off again. Thoughts of a future duel taking root.
Fenix would arrive at the canteen and ordered stiff pint, along with fried meat. The bottom part of Fenix's mask was removed for eating. Only revealing a soft triangular chin. A straw was used and the meat was cut into small pieces.

The creature had dropped staying at the arena, it was getting i reiled up, and it knew it wasent supposed to do that here just yet, so with a great measure of unusual selfcontrol, it snuck away near the arenas end,nit was hungry now, and sniffed the air to follow a trail, though it was harder to hide such a large figure in the hallways of the ship.

<Lysander>

"It would appear Steve Wade is our target suspect. We should follow up on this lead while we still can, least we allow him to avoid detection as a result of our inaction. What is the estimated time till we can arrive on Kanaro?"

"At least a week I think, Jannika would probably know that better. In any case, I'll notify Chaplain and see that we are on our way by the end of the day. Good work Investigator."

The creature followed its sense of smell, and theirby also avoided most obvius paths with people in it.
Then i cought the sent of some sort of animal, not a dead one, atleast not dead yet, and it started following it.
It dident know the exat smell from memory, but it smelled like it might be good meat indeed, and the creature was beginning to get quit hungry.

<Sirius Jules>
The man just laughed as teeth were broken out and his body weakened and thrown to the ground. "That is all you got? Tsu'had would have had me out by now if he really tried to kill me! You are a pathetic little Librarian! Come here to kill me and the only thing you manage is to scratch me like a little Tau Child!"

[OOC: I know we're supposed to suspend disbelief here, but how does anyone talk coherently on a shattered jaw and a mouthful of broken teeth?]

Draconion walks over to where Sirius lays, pushing the tip of the wooden sword into the broken jaw, causing the fragments to grind.

"I give you one chance to get to your feet and fight. Refuse it and I will beat you like the honourless cur you are, for you deserve no better. "

OOC: I am too lazy to write all "huhqwiurqwhr" just imagine his language is broken, I never had a broken jaw so I don't know how it would sound like

Sirius continued to laugh from Draconion, shaking his head. "You are the one who still insists that your beating will make a difference. I try to talk to you, and you reply with the blade. You rather talk to an Eldar witch than to me. You are a traitorous little bastard on the path of damnation. You ate the Eldar brain and now you are turning into one."

[OOC: A broken jaw mostly sounds like a lot of muffled moaning and crying. An Astartes would probably laugh at the pain, of course, but it's still physically impossible to talk coherently. Anyway, just saying.]

"So be it."

With a chillingly serene expression on its owner's face, the black suburito rises and falls with metronymic regularity, Draconion smashing the bones of Sirius' face and jaw to gravel with precise blows that avoid damage to the braincase. At length, Draconion pauses, holding the reddened sword overhead, the tip dripping with dark Astartes blood as he gazes down upon the red ruin of Sirius' face.

The Sirius Jules just continued to laugh as his face is shattered, it was broken, but he obviously gave not a single crap. Yet his hand moved to the Astartes Combat Knife, slow and steady.