@DaKaptin & @kanila

The Diplomat stood next to Iktomi, smiling for now, which started to fade as Faenkon made his suggestions. "I will leave the final decision to Iktomi and Morvan Jain as de facto leaders of our little... War-Host. However I suggest that we will be open to the Exodites. While I have not interacted with them, they are smart and know the lands better than any of us ever will. They will easily outmaneuver even experienced field crafters such as yourself, Faenkon, with great ease that is. We do literally know nothing of the local fauna and flora, not even recent events. The slightest distrust we seed to them, such as betrayal of just hiding a single Eldar from before their eyes could make them abide us forever. With the quest of the the legendary sword in mind... I am personally not willing to take." Yareli noted, sighing softly and moving some hair of hers behind her ear.

"The Exodites are perhaps the only friends we will ever make in this sector, and their strict lifestyles combined with their resent for an easy way of life will make even more important allies in case the Great Enemy will show himself or anyone else, from Orks over the Necrontyr to Mon'keigh. There is no greater force of Eldar coming for our rescue. Not Lugganath, not even the Void Dragons. In the worst case scenario, the only one we could rally to aid in this mission which could change the fate of our entire species, it will be these Exodites. They are met with such respect, for I want this tale to become one of heroism and not tragedy. For all of us."

The Diplomat was rather passionate about what she said, then again it might had been offense of what Faenkon suggested. It might very well be seen as treason to spy on one's own kin. And there is no reason to distrust these unknown Eldar, not yet. It made her wonder if Faenkon had personal, emotional attachment to Exodites or not. Emotions were always such a mess when it came to military operations, or so the High Council of Mymeara made it seem whenever she sat as a guest in them. Same with even the speeches of mobilization for war. Always justifying the means through the cause, just as she did a moment ago. If it was not the Sword of Eldanesh they were talking about, then it might be different. But it is exactly that, and so the balance of risk versus reward was higher than ever.

"The diplomat speaks true, Exodites are generally not trusting of those who come from above. The last time we fought side by side with the Exodites the meeting started off by them threatening to crush us beneath their mounts. They had spent the past decade being raided by those Comorragh bastards who had disguised themselves in the gear of honorable Craftworlders..."

His voice tone suggested his opinion thoroughly, as did his tightened grip on the Fire Pike. They had put paid to that particular group of Raiders though, left their skimmers as flaming wrecks and the bodies of the Dark Eldar Raiders unburied for the animals to devour.

"Regardless, the last group we met with was interested in trading with us. We didn't have anything they particularly wanted in regards to material possessions, they don't have the technology or materials to repair our gear, but they definitely had a use for our expertise. In exchange for repairing what little they did as well as showing them where the weak spots on the Commorrite's vessels were, they offered to guide and aid us in our expedition."

"I did not mean to offend. I was simply stating that the current situation is unknown to us. For all we know the exodites could have moved on and been replaced by someone else. But I will follow any orders that are deemed to be our course." He took a step back, away from the forefront of the meeting. For now he would just observe. This just reminding him again why he preferred the shadows to other Eldar.

"So was the realm of Serontine unknown to all of us and yet we didn't resort on spying on any of them but instead openly announce ourselves as well as ask for help. That approach worked then and I am certain it shall again." Yareli said with a smile, offering with a hand gesture to simply let the difference of opinion to blow away, as it may had been a mere misunderstanding. "And it is good that you speak your mind instead of merely follow, after all... It is this unique group and each of our past and experiences combined which allows us to act the way we do."

She gave the Fire Dragon (@MetalDog4 ) a nod to his story, acknowledging it but not wishing to inquire more, since she could sense that what the student of Fuegan told, was yet a mere beginning and might bring forth only more dark clouds, unrequired at this time. The constant reminder of war was a dangerous one, especially for Aspect Warriors and it was always good to remember that there were also positive parts, such as cooperation amongst strangers, or the fact that people are brought together in times of crisis. She prefered always to see dark times as such, rather than to ponder on the souls long lost and the deeds that were required to be done in order to save a mere handful, while hundred other ones perished because of the very same decision. But like the Path of the Warrior, an every life was made out of many aspects, and one had to be aware of all of them in order to be whole. Otherwise, one can obsess with one single aspect and fall into a bottomless pit of a monotone emotion without hope to escape, not even through death.

"Not to sound out of place but, I was in the shadows during our first meeting with them as well. But I did show up at the begin of the epic fight. All I'm merely asking for is the ability to scout the area for myself. I'm sure I will be able to learn more from them than them from me I that aspect. Besides I need to make sure I haven't lost any of my skill being ship bound such as we have haha." He chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. He didn't wish to offend he just missed the hunt. Even if the hunt was merely explorative.

Warlock listened intently to the Void Dreamer as she shared what little information she had.A pang of disappointment flared somewhere in his mind, and Llyr felt it,even though Morvan did not meant it nor paid attention to the young gyrinx.

On such an important quest, he Seer Jain hoped to go on with more information...or at least more trust in his comrades that piloted this vessel.

Watching dispassionately, almost absent-mindnedly the discourse between the Fire Dragon,Yareli and Faenkon,pale Warlock noticed the presence of the Bonesinger.
She seemed to be interested in the hololithic display that shone gloomily on the bridge and in little else.Prehaps she has difficulty adjusting to the new environment.He sympathized, understanding how a Iybrasilian might find it hard to adjust to a Corsair way of living.Compared to that, adjusting to Lugganath - he had it easy.He made a quick mental note, to engage in conversation with her later on.She maybe was not the hidden danger, Seer though her to be.

Llyr,disappointed by the lack of attention shown by his Master, found more suitable target.Morvan noticed only when the sensations starting tickling his mind.Luckily he had them contained, though he wondered for how longer will he be able to differentiate between his and Llyr`s emotions, especially before they start influencing each-other on a subconscious scale.Such prospects brought great fruits but also, hidden dangers.
Despite that, he enjoyed Llyr`s jovial, freespirited curiosity, for Llyr could be all that Morvan couldn`t ever be.And it regaled Warlock`s heart to see his little friend be so free and himself.

Growing tired of the chatter he spoke his voice kept low, yet softly resonating in the air, adding a sense of romanticized mysticism to it.
"Lady Yareli speaks the truth, so does Faenkon and Amriel.Truth is not singular and in most cases not even simple to behold nor convey.
I shant insult our bretheren by trespassing in their lands, nor in such a way risk their wrath, for their help and talents might be most useful upon this most important of quests."spoke Morvan as he, his hands cross over his chest, standing, looked to the hololithic display of the lush,green globe.

"With that said...we do not know if these are their lands anymore, or if they are alive any longer.Ignorance is not an excuse, and we are sorely lacking in the knowledge of this place.Exodites respect strength in all its forms...if things go awry and we insult them...we will make them understand."turning his gaze back , he looked at Faenkon:

"Go and act as our vanguard...but do so alone.Take a separate shuttle and move at once.Talk with Avrielle first.Maintain all forms of communication if you are able.I will share more details once we are on the surface."

Easing up his stance,one arm falling to his belt and another to the top of his mag-locked helmet he spoke, his brow furrowing and his tone hardening:
"The survival of all the Craftworlds might depend on the result if we obtain the sword or not.Whoever stands on our way, we shall brook no argument, stray Eldar or not."wanting to say more, but unwilling, especially in the presence of the Corsairs.In truth, all Eldar that are not of a Craftworld, have forsaken the race and its true goal, as such they came as a secondary concern.

Seer Jain, the words tapped at the edges of Morvan's mind, seeking psychic conversation. May I speak with you privately in the mind? He recognised Reevia, the Void-Dreamer.

Speak. - responded Morvan,his voice at odds with the one of the flesh.This one had melodic,crystal clear worth to it, that was at the same time disembodied and was audible several times over, bathing Reevia`s mind in several waves, like a coming of the sea.Wherever this was due to the Morvan`s higher level of attunement to the psyhic arts or was done at purpose, was unclear.
He minded the intrusion of a less ordered mind upon his, but hid the fact from the Void Dreamer, grateful that she was willing to communicate.

Bowing to the Seer, "By your leave." He then looked to Avierelle and nodded towards the door way, not wanting to interrupt the meeting further. "This should only take a moment, I'm sorry to steal you away from the briefing. He spoke to Avierelle in the faintest of whispers of the mind, just before exiting in to the corridor.

Faenkon retrieved the radio equipment he had been given from its pouch ready for her inspection. He also checked the drone to see if it could transmit the data collected upon arrival planet side. Just as with his cleaning earlier, he meticulous examined the less familiar equipment and drone for any faults that could hinder him. Satisfied he awaited the little radio-tech to reach her verdict on the matter of the equipment.

"You can scan the grounds after our first meeting with them, and you can be part of the vanguard if it's so important for you. After all we must meet with them to even find hints of the ominous artifact. Of which, I would like to note, we still do not know whether it is literal or not. In the case it is not, they might know what it truly is. And in Serontine's realm there were much fewer Eldar of which none really had a chance to discover you. Here we are talking about an entire world of the Exodites with thousands of people who live from day to day through their own hardships. They might not be as relaxed as the old lord." Yareli offered as compromise, and additional explanation. She wasn't trying to command anyone, and truly was not. But this is a far, far more sensitive matter than to truly make jokes about or even consider potential bad blood. Everyone of this group now became an ambassador of the Void Dragons and the Searchers of Eldanesh' Sword through association. For Faenkons' ill-placed joke she simply offered a smile, to give him positive feedback. But he already was gone. So she focused on the seer instead who seized control as he always did, trying to beat some sensibility with her words into him.

Then Morvan (@High_Adept_Zeth ) intervened, with Yareli rather unpleased of his words. "I disagree of Faenkon going alone. At the very least Amriel should accompany him. It is not that I distrust anyone's skill. The problem is that in the case that the Exodites are no more, and it potentially may be the Primordial Evil, then the chances for Faenkon alone out there are nothing but slim for survival, no offense. But I don't think even you alone could have faced our corrupted kin in the webway, Morvanshka." Yareli referenced, trying to get some sense into the Warlock. He might have done well in leadership so far, but Llyr might having... Influences on him. The same courage the most adorable furball has shown during their night of arrival. There were only a few steps between courage and cockiness. And the latter was truly not needed.

And Yareli could not help but cough as Morvan mentioned how he called them 'stray Eldar'. "Excuse me Morvan.... But you are going a bit far with your statement. What about Prince Yriel? Former Autarch and saviour of an entire Craftworld? What about the Comorrites that came to the aid of Iyanden and Yriel in the Battle of Duriel? What about the three powerful Corsair Fleets that came to Mymeara's aid to recover Iryllith in a devastating campaign from the claws of the Mon'keigh?" She shook her head in disappointment of such claim that Morvan Jain made, as if Non-Craftworlders were some lesser being. "All Eldar serve to rebuild our empire and position, just not in the same sense as Lugganath. Where Biel-Tan marches into war against all foes of the Eldar, Il-Kaithe only seeks the seeds of chaos. Where Yme-Loc constructs their mighty Engines of Vaul through hammer and anvil, Ulthwe teaches the importance of mind and raises entire groups of Seers. Where the Laughing God sends his Harlequins to remind us of our past and potential future, the Exodites saviour what we could have been. None of us are worth less than the other, we all are Eldar."

"I go as far as needs to be!" spoke Morvan as he stared back at Yareli,annoyed at being questioned before such large a crew and annoyed at forced closeness produced by the usage of the strange pet name given to him by the diplomat.

Being retorted was not something Morvan was used to, he himself not being very communicative unless the need arises.Luckily his mastery of the mind, meant mastery of ones tongue and he kept cool attitude,able to understand her perspective, hiding his own unease.

Nodding he added, his aquiline features soft he continued, his tone regaining the soft and quiet quality:
"These events as true, are not the paragon by which all Eldar guide themselves.Some Craftworlds are saved, by what of Malan`tai?Of Idharae?Or perhaps of Muirgayth?Their corpses still drifting in cold and dark space, a testament to the Eldar will to survive!Where was then the unity of all Eldar?

Yareli seemed disappointed with him, judging by her body language, but Seer kept his level-headendness unwilling that anger at such idealistic ignorance overtake him.Or at least what he thought it was.

No...I shall not entrust this mission on a lofty ideal of trust on our tribal kin that wages battles tribe against a tribe and occupy themselves not with the worry of the survival of their Craftworld or Corsair kin...but by stealing the cattle from each other.Of the Commorite scum I will have no notice nor the secretive clowns that aid them."
Spoke Warlock switching his gaze to Faenkon as he departed:

"This quest is most perilous.It is fortunate we got this far without trouble.Your counsel as to Faenkon`s well-being is noted but futile.We both know of what Faenkon is capable...and he works best alone.He proved as much.He is a Ranger and he partakes upon a reconnaissance quest.A child of Fuegan can only hinder this and if they encounter Primordial Enemy two would not be enough."added Warlock as he himself prepared to depart from the bridge.
"Besides...he wont be alone.He will be in communication with us." elaborated Morvan, finding it degrading to explain realities of a dangerous mission to an Eldar that was not a stranger to combat and almost as old as him.
Its possible that she refuses or has not yet understood the dangers that may come with this mission as well as the steps they might have to take to succeed.With these thoughts, Warlock kept his counsel on the further matter.Besides it may not be prudent to berate a future wife of a Felarch, while onboard a Corsair ship.

@High_Adept_Zeth

"Enough Morvan!" Yareli stated, with for the first time a booming voice, even taking a step forward. "Your opinion is respected but not in this manner. I do not know what you have come across or your relationship towards Exodites, but you are acting out of yourself. I suggest you strongly to meditate over what you have said. This is not a mere operation of Lugganath anymore and you are not Commander in Chief. Lives are at stake that are not to be expended at your discretion. I had seen strength and honour in you, but apparently the outlook of a valued artifact to be recovered and given to Lugganath has blinded you with ambition beyond regard for others. Not all can be saved, but neither do all need to be sacrificed. If you are too blind in your fit to see that... Then I doubt you are fit to lead us once more. Because I will not listen to someone who commandeers his friends as if they are his pawns." She shook her head with more of a point and let out an exasperated sigh.

"He might be in communication only so you can hear his death scream, but it is his choice in the end. But I for now... I forgot something for our deployment." She said at last, having steadied herself with a deep breath and marched straight out of the bridge and around the corner into the closest turn.


~~ Outside of the Bridge - Hallway ~~
Her hands shivered and she pressed her back strongly against the wall, enjoying it's comfort of just being there and giving support. The shivering hands were attempted to steady by wrapping around her shoulders like a blanket. But instead of steadying her, her whole upper body shook now. What had become of Morvan, so fast so dramatic? Was this a side she has not seen of him before? She couldn't cope with someone like that... Yes the prize was a valuable one, yes it might change their empire. But... The white-haired woman closed her eyes, only to hear his exact words and voice again "I go as far as needs to be!" Her mind denied those words, her eyes opened, only to release a single tear which was wiped instantly from existence by her backhand.