Varl attended to the wounded, beginning with the Sslyth. It made as much sense as anything else. Perhaps it amused him to be working with a familiar Commorrite frame once more, or perhaps he was aware that the reptilian warrior was among the most potent of defences the group possessed. As for the Haemonculus, he knew what to do to patch up the battlefield injuries. He sipped mentally as he worked, taking in the background of suffering and pain on a reflex. Strangely, though, when it came to actually working on his patients, he had a light and careful touch. "Thank you, Captain," he nodded at her compliment, his dark eyes on hers for a moment over the scaled body of his patient. "I believe we have taken what we need here, as you say, and there is little more to be had." "I would call it a successful strike," he added, musing slightly as he selected a healing serum for the pale-skinned Spyrer. She reminded him of a Wych, so he surmised that scarring was something she would wish to avoid. "If you will allow me," he said, beginning to assess her wounds.
Malrak looked back to the creature under his sway after the captain asked him about it. "It is what I had forgotten earlier. Marvelous specimen isn't it?" He said looking back to the group in the elevator. He presumed their presence meant that the fighting truly was over and that they were going back to the ship. A development he welcomed from the bottom of his deeply corrupted soul. He had experiments to preform and was going to assist Felana with her data so he would very much like to leave this place as quickly as possible. Perhaps even an infinity gate would be in order but then again that wasn't the safest of alternatives to a simple shuttle craft.
< @BadDo9 @Wincent @bossaroo @Casavay > Kairiel decided to tag along with the group - at the rear - just to make sure that the incorporation of the newly freed people would go smoothly. And that Bluetoof or Shriek wouldn't antagonize those that were about to betray their former leaders. He had faith in Lachesis to not really do anything too strange to aggravate them, but if anything to be a good person to aid in the switch from one group to another. "I will stay back here, just in case anybody comes or so." The Tau noted, holding his plasma pistol, even if with a bit of a shaky hand.
Treleskan was smoothly at the side of the new pet even as anyone realised that the Dark Eldar had put away his bandages and moved over. He looked at the Rak'Gol, radiating intense curiosity. "Is that ... a Rak'Gol?" He reached out to touch the strangely docile beast. "May I? I haven't seen one of these up close. How ... fascinating." The Master Haemonculus was taking mental notes, even as one hand reached for his notebook and he sniffed the air around it.
Saven looked at Varl seemingly study the Rak'Gol and wryly commented (@Jorimel ) "I think we'd have all the time in the galaxy for studying the Rak'Gol after the wounds are treated, not beforehand. So, yes you do have permission to treat me." Either way, she did get to her feat so that she was ready to get moving if medical treatment was not forth-coming. After all she just wanted to go back to the ship, check on and spend time with her sister and enjoy some time that was not spent having to be in any combination or additions: Shot, stabbed, potentially electrocuted or anything like that for her loot.
@Jorimel "The beast is under my full control, you may touch it." Malrak responded with his eyes watching the actions of the Dark Eldar closely. He had never been much of a fan of xenos, perhaps one of the few things that actually stuck in his mind from his days within the Imperium. Being a living weapon for the corpse emperor was not something he looked back upon fondly of course but he also saw logic in some of their dogma. Xenos are to always be looked upon with suspicion at the very least with perhaps mild disgust depending on the kind of xenos. It just happened the latter applied to dark eldar. @Maleth Malrak turned to the noble woman wearing the strange armor. "Studying such a creature would indeed best be served back on the ship away from this place. So if we could please leave this detestable scrap heap and worthless excuse for a sorcerers coven I would be very grateful." He finished speaking, clearly fed up with being on this station and wishing to leave post haste.
@BadDo9 searus followed the group and upon hearing the commotion at the front wondered if one of their compatriots had brought or found something interesting. Alas like the broken machinery they had left behind her expectations where shattered as she saw it was just another alien specimen, no matter how mutated or enhanced such things where they could never excite her. Unless the thing had some hidden micro processes and internal bionics she couldn’t detect it held little interest to her. Seeing as the others in the group wanted to study it she supposed she might look into it later along with them if they permitted her into the research, if they did then splendid and if they did not then oh well.
Goramor slithered out of the elevator and hmphed at..pretty much everything. "I agree with the warp dabbler, lets just leave this unattractive imperial piece of trash so I can get on with my bath!" Goramor gestured with his axe in a chopping motion, a fight was all well and good but this hadn't been so fun. Thrice cursed sorcerer wannabes playing tricks, to the void with them all.
< @Jorimel @Wata @Maleth @Tamu @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Vulpas > Aeris looked around at the various crewmembers she had, and then to the Rak'gol, nodding a little in thought. "We may need to have a talk about this, Malrak, but for now you can keep it." she said as if speaking about a lost puppy, which perhaps wouldn't be too far off. "Right, with me. We're heading out of this hellhole." she growled, leading the way through the halls back to the hangar. Though when she arrived and looked around, she snarled again. "Kairiel? Buetoof, Shriek?" she said, getting louder with every name. "Where in the warp-damned hell have you gone? Don't tell me there's another damned psyker!" she roared, getting exasperated. Normal job going bad seemed to have dislodged her. Though her eyes fell on the four others that had come with Larken. < @Uriel1339 @Wincent @bossaroo @Casavay > After a few minutes, Larken would come out of the area with seven other souls, meaning that there seemed to be a total of twelve survivors. They were a group of men and woman, all dressed as guardman or other professions, with everyone predictably being a human. "Right... this is everyone." Larken said, looking back at the group of tired individuals before looking back to Kairiel. "We can go now"
< @BadDo9 @Wincent @bossaroo @Casavay > "Huh." Kairiel said astounded. "I would have expected... More resistance. But I shant complain! Welcome to being part of the crew of the Hanatari!" Kairiel said with a bright smile and nodded, turning on his heel to march off, hoping the others to follow.
