Looking through her room, Saven was duly surprised to find her 'stash' there but decided not to do anything about it, given that well.... She wasn't exactly a fan of the idea of disturbing her sister because she would be engaged in activities she would do alone with herself and aid of her stash. Other wise, the room was all she could ask for, given it's luxurious nature. She said to her sister "Well, this is certainly a lovely room, isn't that right?" ( @Keidivh )

Still, the Noble got out of her Rig and slipped into more comfortable attire, even if it was the sort that by Imperial standards would be considered sinful given that the garb was somewhat revealing in nature, but it wasn't like she had to even bother to hold herself up to those standards in public anymore, and she was free to express herself as she pleased.

Leaving her sister with the words "Well, I'll be checking on that snakeman, figured he might be in the mood for some pleasant company." (and hoping that Arisssa's kleptomania didn't affect her stash), Vanetris went to check upon the snakeman's room and knocked at the door ( @Wata ).
She was hoping that she would be willing to have a little conversation of either vertical or horizontal nature with him, given well she did want to know more about his kind.

With the wall closed and him being truly alone Malrak sighed and folded his legs and levitated both himself and the book. He opened it to where he had last left off which was actually getting close to the middle, he would have to find another suitable book should he ever fill this one up. A second volume perhaps or maybe just a second part and once he finally completes his goal he will transcribe all of the knowledge into a single tome. But such thoughts were something to ponder after this as all of his attention was required to do it correctly. A pen leveitated next to him and with a thought it stabbed itself into his forearm. He no long used normal ink anymore, his blood had reached a suitable hue where it would suffice. More economic really he no longer needed to buy ink on a weekly basis. Once the pen had filled itself it was taken out of his arm and Malrak closed the small wound with a spark of electricity.

Now he would begin the true work of the day as he levitated the pen over to the book and it began writing on the page. It was clockwork to Malrak, he had done this hundreds of times and he will most likely do it hundreds of times more in the future. Simply retelling the day's events from when he had woken up to what is going on right now. He found joy in this little ritual he conducted with himself, it gave him some kind of piece as he found he was still sane enough to remember things so clearly. He had seen far too many psykers loose their minds and become driveling idiots who are only useful to open warp rifts. His mind was clear and as sharp as ever and he would do anything to keep it that way, as without his mind he was nothing.

Goramor grumbled as his golden bed napping was interrupted. Nothing could be as important as this. Hauling himself out from under his treasures he went for the door.

"This better be - " He got to saying before opening the door and spotting Saven in her form flattering dress, quickly changing tune from grumpy to intrigued. "- Heeello there!" Goramor leaned on the door frame and looked her up and down, sly smile on his face.

"Forgive my stare, do come in. To what do I owe this...pleasure?" Goramor moved between her and the door once she was inside, taking full advantage of her revealing dress with his eyes.

@Maleth

Kairiel after not being able to help any crewsmen due to their intoxication, he made it his goal to connect with the newcomer humans once more. He needed to know more about these spyrer rigs and their culture to purchase proper products. Also he still felt the dread of their destroyed world. He also has lost his home to war before. And it was anything but a pleasant sensation. To know that not even Shadowsun or Farsight were capable of stopping Hive Fleet Gorgon.

@Keidivh
He shook his head, cleared his mind with a deep breath and then knocked on the quarters of the noble humans. "Excuse me my ladies. It is I, Kairiel. I just remembered that I never received a list of items you might need in order to operate not just at full capacity, but true comfort."

Treleskan Varl got up from testing the softness of the mattress (very acceptable) and walked around the servitor and looked it over, up and down. It was Human flesh-work, but it would be useful for heavy lifting and other less exacting tasks. It was a thoughtful gift. He must remember to thank the Captain.

He took a short while to make a mental list of the lab;s amenities, and what he would like to add. Then he started the serious business of unpacking and making the place more like home.

The Haemonculus left the door ajar, a sign that he was in to visitors while he worked, should any happen by.

@High_Adept_Zeth

Searus stopped her rearrangement of the equipment when she heard someone call out for her. Pausing for a moment to assess the number of items left to arrange she determined that while her quarters were not 100% optimal a rating of 90% would suffice now. Most of her gear had been put away and those few items that could not be put away in time were put into a corner to be sorted through later. Upon heading out of her room she saw it was the scavenger.

“Lead the way” she replied.

@Tamu

"Right on. Have no intenion of playing an errand boy whole day." added the man as he took the time to ignite a tabbacc filled stick with a plasma torch, one of tools he picked up from his workshop.
Picking the fastest route to the cargo hold, scavanger added over his shoulder to his newest mate:

"She is preparing a contract so i am guessing you are about to become officially part of the crew aye? Names Ananius by the way. Ananius Vex, scavanger, miracle worker and a repairman from the wonderous cesspool of Scintilla. How `bout you? How should i call you, besides the obvious?"

The stargazer only barely percieved the noise, at the outermost edge of her mind. Most of its capacity was burnt for her second sight; the vegetative functions of her body it so pathetically needed to live on took up the rest. But the ring had come through. Lach was aware of the query. And although it was quite difficult to formulate a thought in response, she tore her mind from the all-vortex, and willed her body to reach out for the interface, sending a single ping back.

Stepping inside Goramor's room with a small courtesy, Saven said ( @Wata ) "Well, I suppose you could say a simple... Need of company that isn't my sister. After all, I can't spend all my time in the same room as my sister given that well, what I like to do would be something that I don't need to burden her with the... Sights of my entertainment, shall we say."

She hoped that Goramor would understand what she was talking about as she looked for something for her to sit down on, flaunting herself as she moved around... And maybe her eyes lingered too long on the snakeman as she looked at him up and down as well.

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At Lach's ping back to the bridge, the Air-Caste pilot nodded and activated the Gellar field, moving into the warp and relying on Lach's navigation to navigate through the said chaotic realm. A day would pass in the Hanatari, allowing the crew to continue what they were doing before the jump would finish. A Valkyrie would be built, some bonds made (some 'greater' than others) and troops would be prepared for boarding.

A day later and the ship would drop out of warp back into realspace, within sight of an imperial station. As the troops all got their weaponry ready and began to pile into the boarding torpedoes (which they prayed the Ork had nothing to do with) while the captain called her crew to the hanger, where the built (and slightly orkified) Valkry was waiting. The pilot was already inside, getting acquainted with the controls while Aeris stood by the ramp, waiting for everyone to show up. By her feet were a pile of void suits in various sizes, and she had a small smirk on her face.

"Hey there, crew." she winked to them all. "So, I've got us within range of an imperial station, filled with weaponry. It's been used, as far as I can tell, as a resupply point for the imperial navy, but who cares about that? The navy hasn't been here and, it seems, won't show up for a while, so now is the time to strike! While my troops slam into the station and distract them, we'll drop right atop the hold and sneak our way in from the void. Plan is, get in, loot to the docking bay, get out. And have fun. Any questions?" she asked, while throwing void suits at the others and gesturing for them to get inside​