OOC: Cha'ka looks like a Kroot, google it yourself (And note the ones with wings, I will figure out what to eat to get those)
OOC: I just move on for now; The Acolyte can simply retcon later on with <During Flight> or so! The Inquisitor stood up as the Valkyrie landed back in the Ebony Flame, her entrusted ship that flew her through the entire galaxy to build up this retinue. "You know the drill. Free time until one hour prior arrival, I will be in my quarters, feel free to approach me as usual. Astropath, Xenobiologis. You two won't have your own quarters, rather share one of the guest quarters until I may decide if you remain in my retinue or not. DISMISSED!" That done, Veronica jumped out from the ramp of the Valkyrie and marched off, hands in the pockets of her robes. In her mind was a lot going on, especially how the species may react and if they were truly doomed to fail or not, the Inquisition always had higher motives than it seemed. Always.
OOC: Continuing the theme of character appearance.... http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/File:Thallax.jpg But put SA852 on the black shoulder plate. Then remove the weapon it's holding for a chainsword that would be used by the right hand or on the underside of the right armor (It's on the Thallax's left torso right now), and a bolter mounted on the left wrist plate. The armor is damaged by what looks like both age and bolter fire. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SA582 departed from the Valkyrie, then it went off to the training area. 'In war, there is no time to rest. You are either in battle, or waiting to be in battle. So you must stay sharp, lest you get killed from a lack of practice.'
Selina got out of the transport, and waited for the Kroot to appear. She wanted to share a few good words with it.
OOC aha I see, thx for the input! Since all of you are linking, this is what Loki looks like, with his mask\helm and robes http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100612174407/starwars/images/1/1e/Sith_revan.jpg (ignore the flashlight). The Torturer shifted in his seat and leaned towards the xenolinguist, giving her his full attention. "I am pleased to meet you Ry'thss, you have the honor of being the first Pelager that I gazed upon! But where are my manners..." "My name is Loki and my art is the art of most exquisite pain. Torturer they call me, but I see myself more as a painter, the body my canvass and the blood my ink!" "I know we will get along just fine, for I can see in your eyes that we are indeed kindred souls!"
<Cha'ka> The Kroot walks out of the Valkyrie, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the exit as he does so. He notices the Sister standing there and staring at him, but only spares her a glance as he leaves the ship. Edit: OOC: Yay! Someone talks to the Kroot! Even if it does sound sinister
<Joseph Hall> The man was quick to lumber out of the Valkyrie, grunting as he stretched out after being trapped in between two other members of the team. Despite the otherwise sociable behavior he had displayed yet he still had duties to attend even in free time. A life time of brain washing in the Guard had made sure he never broke from his strict schedule of weapons care and training. Marching off toward his room he squeezed in through the door and began to take apart his favored weapon; a shotgun. About as subtle as Joseph himself it allowed him to do business in combat just like he enjoyed doing it outside, loud, in your face and entirely honest about it's intentions. Reciting the proper Rites of Re-Arming he set it aside and moved on to tend to his other weapons: A chainsword anda las-pistol. Far more formal as they were maintained as part of his duties as a Sergeant before joining the Inqusitor, he still respected and loved them as he was taught to, for without them killing the Emperor's many blighted foes was much more difficult. The Guard was taught the human body was the greatest weapon out there and indeed it was! But it had an unfortunate habit of breaking if thrown against even flak armor so he quickly learned to love his weapons almost as much.
OOC: And out for the day! Bot my guy if needed, he shouldn't be too difficult to muck up in that regard
The abhuman science-adventurer raised an eyebrow at Loki. "You can't see my eyes", she noted with amusement in her voice as she shut off her dataslate and clamped it under her arm. "Tell me, Loki, how are we kindred souls? I am a dashing, tremendously beautiful, brilliant, prodigous, humble scientist, and you are an artist of pain. All we have in common is that we can't see each other's eyes, at least from my position here. Help a girl out."
