Fenix remember walking up aboard the Flesh Tearer's ship. She had been informed by members of her team what had transpired. Inquisitor Vulpin had been by most of the time she remembered. He had retrieved Dart, even going as far as to see that repairs were made. Fenix thanked him, taking Dart into her arms. Then she grew quiet, Vulpin took this as a sign to leave. Dart was reactivated and hummed alive. [Glad to see you up and well Mistress.] "Dart, were you awake during the batlle?" [Yes. My connection to your eye was disconnected, but I still recorded all within my field of vision. Would you like to see it?] "No... I was sloppy. I relied too much on you and let myself be taken down. Failing the mission." [Nothing was failed. The day was won.] "But not by me. I did nothing... I have to get better." [I'd be happy to assist you on further improvements to...] "No. Not like that. We've been through a lot. You always there to help, but not as the aim not as the trigger. You can't assist against demons. I'm not reconnecting the uplink, you're going back to mute and I'm getting back to work." [But I've had so much to say and still more! Please, let's talk about this?] "Shut up Dart." With that Fenix, ripped Dart's audio recorder out of his jaw. The voice that used to fill her with joy, now only reminded her of failure. Dartania was dead, she accepted that. Epilogue Fenix had demanded payment from the Flesh Tearers, once again receiving a round of amused laughter. Before reveling a sealed and signed contract. It was verified and sighted names and deeds worth reimbursement. While lost, it seemed Marmaroth had prepared for this outcome. With a new light ship and Thrones to her name, Fenix would venture with a familiar Rogue Trader. Taking bounties and continuing to increase her skill. The Bounty Hunter kept the Captain's cloak she had received, all weapons given, and a rosario sealed with thanks for rememberance. Taking the words of faith she had received with her wherever she walked. Wise words from a Friend and comrade. Maybe they're paths would cross again, on another battle field. Fighting on the Bloody Road, one last time. A servo skull floated behind her as always, only now it was truly silent.