@MetalDog4 | Cursing to herself about the fact that she hadn't yet given her name, as opposed to Talshin she had just strode onto the bridge, Astarielle turned to the Fire Dragon as he approached.
"We are they, for the most part. I am Astarielle of Biel-Tan." A small smile appeared on her face as Astarielle looked at the other eldar, admiring the weaponry he carried. "It has been quite some time since I fought alongside a Fire Dragon. You could almost pass for one from my home."

< @Jorimel @MetalDog4 @Avenging-Angel @matt23 >

Talis hadn't been expecting someone else to come in after him, so the voice made him give a small yelp and spin around to see an Eldar, also in fine clothes and armor come in and introduce himself. And then came a female in comparable wear, finally.. an armored being that had been on the bridge came forth. For a moment the young Exodite was cowed, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, unable to form the words. His father had been one of the leaders in his tribe, and even his most elegant clothes seemed to pale in comparison to what he was seeing now.

"A-ah..." he shook his head to gather his thoughts, and then bowed quickly. "M-my name is Talis! It is a pleasure to be chosen to work with you all!" he said, albeit louder than he meant. He wondered if he looked plain to them, or what they thought. He didn't realize, as he stood straight again, his journal was held close to his chest by his arms.

Faenkon examined the shuttle as it was being prepared for departure. It's not like he had a clue what was happening but it helped to pass the time. He would climb aboard when it was time to leave, no sense in confining himself to an even smaller space just yet. The great unknown that was the exodite world was calling to him, he could feel it's pull. What dangers lay in wait, or what fortunes not even the Seer could tell at this point. He began to pace anxiously as if trapped within a cage. The waiting was agonizing! Soon enough he would have soil beneath his feet again. Very soon.....

@BadDo9 | Astarielle stifled a smile as she heard the Exodite. The younger eldar must have been nervous to be in such company, considering his upbringing, but seemed to be coping. Turning slightly from the Fire Dragon, feeling her long ponytail sway with the movement, Astarielle took another look at the Exodite, trying to think of a way to put him at ease.
"Greetings Talis."

<Talking to Reevia>

Sentimentality? I do not know how you spend your free time, Seer, but I cannot imagine it's that. Reevia's tone contained the hint of a smile. Rather you than I to organise this assortment. It would be like trying to herd gyrinxes, meaning no offence to your adorable friend.

Juri has gone to find some who might aid you, one at least with a bit more knowledge of the Exodite ways. That should be knowledge that is of use to you, whether or not you encounter any local dwellers.

What would I do if you were all slain? It would depend on the circumstances. Do you expect me to say that I would turn the Arcadia's guns on them and theirs? I am sorry to inform you that we do not have the firepower to eliminate even a small settlement. Should I rage and call down the wrath of Princess Saarania? That would, again, depend on what transpired. Why did the Exodites kill you? What taboos did you break, what laws did you transgress, what lures of decadence did you display to their young and simple? Or did they act without thought, without the most basic laws of kinship and hospitality? I do not even know why you would ask me this. There is one thing I would do.

I would move heaven and earth to make sure that I got back your waystones.

We are Corsairs, Warlock. I have always known that we will die out in space, or in some raid planetside, or in some battle for glory or honour or some imagined slight or lust for violence. We are fickle, vainglorious and bold. We do not have your structure, for it is anathema to us. I am the one who either welcomes the spirits of the dead or arranges their passage to their birth-worlds once more. Not because I am trained for it, but because I am a Void Dreamer and the nearest we have to a Spirit-Seer of our own.

So that is what I would do. Not necessarily drown your slayers in blood thrice over. But I would recover your souls. I hope that answers all the questions in your question?


@High_Adept_Zeth

<on the bridge>

Void Dreamer Reevia smiled at the newcomer Exodite with a friendly, welcoming expression that she hoped might do something to alleviate his nervousness. She noted with approval too the arrival of two more sturdy Warrior types. Iktomi was good in a fight, but he also had a knack for getting into them.

"Welcome Talis, and Astarielle and Talshin if I am not mistaken," she said, sitting up straighter in her flight throne. "May I introduce Warlock Morvan of Iybraesil (that little white fluffball is his companion, Llyr, the little heartstealer); Amriel you know; Miss Kithaere, Bonesinger and in-flight repair specialist; Yareli you may have seen on your way here, a diplomat and beloved finacee of our dear Felarch" Reevia herself was allowing the diplomacy to flow through her here, "said Felarch himself, Iktomi; Faenkon might have passed you too, but you wouldn't necessarily have seen him. I take it that Juri has explained?"

"We have a ship to shore craft, if you will, that you can take down to the planet's surface. We are having it provisioned, and it does have some armaments, but as I understand it you are seeking a treasure, not mounting an invasion. Swift and stealthy is the approach I have been told you will use." She glanced at Iktomi. "Of course, talk's cheap."


<in the shuttle bay>

The Arcadia was a fast ship, and could have a fighter escort - some vessels this size did. But it was apparent to Faenkon that what it mostly had, at least in the matter of shuttles and other supplemental spacecraft, was empty space.

The Eldar technician that was examining the hull of the shuttle resting in solitary splendour nodded to the Ranger as he and his drone approached, eager for exploration. The shuttle itself was a decent-sized vessel comparable to one of the larger scoutcraft occasionally used by those peculiarly sociable kinds of Ranger who travelled in small groups, or by those older hands who sought to teach what could be taught to the young setting out on the Path that was not a Path. It looked to be able to hold several Eldar in transit - maybe a dozen or so - though there likely wouldn't be cabins for all that number. It had forward-mounted laser cannon and some more obscure weapon housing on the rear ventral housing, possibly missile pods? It was hard to be sure. It was scraped, and had been recoated several times, each time in different colours. The effect was of a muted kaleidoscope.

"Are you it?" the crewman asked, looking surprised. "I was expecting a few more of you. This is Cegorach's Chance." He patted the hull of the little ship with affection. "Take good care of it, won't you? I'm afraid the missile pods are nearly empty - we didn't have time to pick up any refills at Lugganath. You - don't even have a co-pilot?" He paused, looking along the corridor to see if anyone else was on the way.

"Chance here is our only shuttlecraft, so please don't lose it. Reevia will have my hide if we have to take the Arcadia through atmosphere. Again," he added, with the tiniest of pauses.


<in the Chambers of Reflection>

Avrielle nodded, listening to Yareli's words and watching her expression. The girl from Mymeara was expressive, freely so for someone of her family and origin, and the radiotech could see the sincerity in her words.

"I think .... tea would be a very good idea," she agreed, moving to find some cups. "We could all do with something to take the edge off our nerves or calm us down. I will find a tray."

"Morvan will understand, I am sure. He may seem stern, but I believe that he cares a great deal." Avrielle may not have known the truth or otherwise of her words, but she believed them.


@Uriel1339 @kanila @MetalDog4 @DaKaptin @BadDo9 @Avenging-Angel @Casavay @High_Adept_Zeth @matt23

"No others are coming as well. I just am the most eager I guess." He admired the small craft in all its glory. "Hopefully we won't need to expend the missile supply you have, but then again who knows! The Felarch will be with us after all!" He paced the length of the vessel several times before finally entering. Faenkon was curious to see what modifications were done to the interior after seeing the interesting choice for armaments. The drone followed soundless behind him, soaking in numerous data streams. Faenkon would not be the one to pilot the craft but the drone soaked in the information like a sponge regardless. Perhaps he would take a nap inside while he waited for the others, who knew when the next chance may come.

@Jorimel

"Everyone cares about something. With Morvan sometimes I am just not sure what he expects of life. His natural curiosity through the affinity with the warp combined with his apparent desire or will to make a legend of himself similar to that of Eldrads, seeking great conflict and even greater victories... It can be not quite frightening but how to put it - Worrisome." Yareli noted with truth to her friend, after all Avrielle was not anymore just one of this ragtag group, but grew quite close to her. The only one who appeared to fully understand the diplomat and it was pleasant to at least have one person. In her mind she wondered if Avrielle might had been a handmaiden at some point. It was a question for another day, in a more peaceful time.

As they made their way through the vessel and into the chamber of reflections, the diplomat purposefully moved in order to prepare the tea. It was something she learned in young age. Mostly due to the fact of how often her sisters mentioned what wonderful tea their mother used to make. So it was in her very young age a passionated goal of hers to come to equal quality, but of course how would she ever master such thing? With her mother gone, the next tea master of the dynasty hands-down was her aunt. Probably it ran in the family of her mother's side.

Once it was prepared and Avrielle returned with the tray all the various cups were placed on it, along with the Diplomat herself carrying a container with more, if anyone wished refills. "You are a great help, not just in your expertise but in general for the Arcadia and the rest of us. I am not sure whether you notice it or not, but you definitely should know." She noted with a happy smile as they made their way back to the bridge.

The scent of the wild berry tea filling the halls as they moved. It might not be of Mymearan's Ice Berries, but the Lugganathian Raspberries, Iyandi Blueberries with a hint of Blackberries of an Exodite world made a great combination of flavor which was still developing as the two women made their path to the bridge.

All | Astarielle bowed as the pilot, at least that's what she assumed the woman in the throne was, introduced each eldar, raising an eyebrow at the casual mentioning of the Felarch's engagement. Juri had said the same but admittedly she'd been more interested in the Exodite at the time. No doubt there was an interesting dymanic that existed between the two, as well as the rest of the group.

Straightening from her final bow, a deep one considering it was for the Felarch, Astarielle smiled at the thought of going groundside. That is one thing I miss from being a Banshee. Speaking of things she missed the garments she was currently in wouldn't really be suitable for a groundside trek.
"If you will all excuse me, although we have only just met, I shall withdrew to prepare."

Amriel nodded at Astarielle's request to be excused. The air of an Aspect still lingered on her, and while she was evidently not anymore, some things clearly never changed. Preparing for a fight was one of the things that he figured would never change if he left the Shrine.

"I believe that I will depart as well. Shrine tradition to put holes in whatever captured vehicle plating you all have on board before every mission. The ritual gets the fire focused on the enemies of our race, that we may use Fuegan's light and fire and hatred will scourge our enemies from our path."