Aida smiled to the Swooping Hawk's eyes... In a way, they were as visually stunning as his armour. And then that strange intimate touch of the Avenger - a hug. It made her blush a bit, but it also helped her break the ice. She laughed. When Teras let go and the Warlock spoke, she leaned for a thankful, respectful vow. "I will do my best to facilitate the process of such endeavour, brother. To help mend my wrongs."
Teras took his leave shortly after, bowing his head to the gathered warriors of the Strikeforce as he made his way toward the Armory to get re-quipped and refitted for his armor. With their luck they may end up having that Chaos fleet emerge from the warp with guns blazing any time now.
"I am going to the training room if anyone requires me or wishes to speak to me" Meros said, putting his helmet on and resting his gun on his shoulder. He turned and walked toward the training room.
Jun'Razar removed his helmet, hanging it to his waist and looking at Aida once more, "You might be scarred," he said - pointing at his own scarred face, "but I will make sure nothing will pierce your psychic protections anymore."
Aida nodded slowly to show a sense of solemnity... She wondered about the Warlock's scars and if they had a story beyond his duty to the Bloody Hand. "When should we start, brother?"
The Warlock thought about this for a moment, "Whenever you wish," he simply answered and turned to walk away, "I can be found in my chambers once you have decided."
Aida went into her room and locked the door behind her after being tended to by the Guardian. (OOC: Because he'll want to RP something here, I'm sure.) Thankful for her sister's support, she donned the flesh-coloured skin-tight undermesh of her armour and walked out, seeking the Warlock. When she found his chambers, she laid her hand on the terminal by the doorway to announce her presence.
Meros entered they training room and started it. He flew up into the air and carefully aimed at each target. He shot them accurately. He wondered how long he would have to train, before something else happened or wished to talk.
OOC: A wall of pointless lore emerges EDIT: Silently made non-canon :3 He sat in the middle of the chamber, meditating to focus himself. Unwillingly he remembered the battle with the Chaos Sorcerer who had given him his scars. It had been on the planet of Meltyros, he had been there to wage war on the forces of Chaos when it had arrived.It had once been human, but now it was nothing more than a servant of the Dark Powers. Massive horns sprouted from its temple and shoulders, green scales had replaced its skin all over the body, and the eyes.. Blacker than the void itself and filled with knowledge that the mortal mind could only dream of. It had charged directly at the Warlock, throwing aside Chaos and Eldar alike while bellowing a challenge. Like the young eager fool he was, Jun'Razar had accepted the challenge - raising the Witchblade and charging at the being with his psychic energies held ready. The battle was over before it had even truly begun - the chaos sorcerer had merely opened its mouth and spewed forth a miasma of hellish fire, which the Warlock had charged straight into. He tried to evade the bulk of the attack by jumping right, but the fire had already taken hold over his upper body. Unable to push aside the pain caused by Warp fire, Jun'Razar had fallen on the broken earth - screaming in pain and clawing at his face and chest. He caught sight of the Sorcerer who was now walking toward him, looking directly at him with those unblinking eyes. It opened its mouth again, preparing to unleash another attack on him. Then it was released and hellish fires came for- Jun'Razar's thoughts were disturbed when someone announced his/her presence, "Open," he said and rose to take hold of his spear.
