<Architect> Near Amriel's position upon the creature's head, he could access one of the side hatches of the Intemperate Serpent. Inside he could hear Minnaloushe cursing and yelling wordless cries.
OOC: I am not saying Minna learned something from Rharijem. But Minna learned something from Rharijem.
<Architect> A dozen Kroot Hounds charged charged at Liriasol and Vethellien, who were the farthest from the swirling battle. Covering them was a formation of three Kroot warriors, their rifles and their poor aim. Inside the chaos, however, laid Visethianne, his Guardians and Kara'shanwe fighting back-to-back to keep the Kroot off of the Reaper so he could keep firing. It seemed half the Kroot - the ones adorned with blue feathers - were more focused on killing the others whereas another fraction of them - adorned with red and white - directly charged at the Aspects.
<Kholivaz> The Hellion chuckled, "Me? Spy on the Mon'Keigh? You must not have heard the savage's show of flailing and grunting. The best interpretation I could gather from the display is that the fool was trying to kill me. Find a better trade, for I'm not asking for a weapon but a memento. Something of little value to my kind." Kholivaz placed a hand on the powerblade on the small of his back and caressed it at the memory, wishing it had been anywhere but aboard this ship that the Tech-Priest had tried such a stunt.
<Amriel> The Corsair slammed his blade into the connecting point of the hatch with the hull of the Serpent, causing it to fall away. The Corsair jumped into the Serpent as he looked for its pilot. "Minna, are you alright?" Smoke began filling the cockpit as the beast's powerful jaws began to crush it. <Cair> The roar of battle filled the air as the Reaper unleashed destruction on the onrushing Kroot, the narrow confinements and close quarters fighting normally a disadvantage for those of the Aspect of Destruction, but those who survived Iyanden had become adept at their job during the Tyranid onslaught, those who didn't, perished underneath the swarms of the Kraken.
<Artisan> Zryas-Vehd narrowed his eyes but nodded slowly. "Then do something you are better suited for. Take the Mon'keighs acquaintance and torture information out of her. Why is she here and what is her agenda? I know we need the Techpriest, but why her? She has no use, get whatever little you can out of her. Her past, her prior position on that mine, what she did there, her childhood, what the Red-hooded Adept told her and so on. Would that be more sufficient?" The Artisan spat with a venomous tongue, probably reminding Kholivaz quite in his comorrghan brothers. The hate flared in the eyes of the Yme-Locian, his hatred toward that mankind more than obvious, even an Ork would be capable of recognizing such.
<Kholivaz> Interesting. "And why would you wish it of her? Why would you wish me to further bloody the halls of your dear friends and kindred? Why not simply dive deep into the depths of her mind and gather what information you need? Do you need me to take the blame and give this ship greater reason to hate me?" Kholivaz continued to caress the blade at the small of his back. The hate of his cousin could be used and the Storm Guardian saved that information for later. "Try again, Artisan."
(OOC: Evil Andi.) <Architect> A cough, then her voice. There was nothing but her voice to guide the corsair. "I'm fine! It's just," another coughing. "The grav-belt is damaged. I'm stuck - and Cael has been expunged from the system -" the pilot roared as she again tried to release herself. "I can't get away!" A loud sound echoed around the corsairs as the roof gave in further. "It'll crush me to death!" Minna yelled.
<Amriel> The Corsair quickly made his way to the front of the Serpent, where he found Minna. "Hold still, it'll be hard enough to do this with one arm even without the Serpent shaking around." The Power Field on the Lance deactivates and the Corsair cuts through the Grav-Belt, freeing his fellow Corsair and moving her behind him and away from the cockpit. "Go! I'll find Cael."
OOC: Evil Zryas-Vehd! I am a good boy! *wag tail* "You came to me with the need of something and because I cannot do such thing, I am an Artisan not a seer. And I am sick of your games. You desire something, I can craft it, but it is not for free. So until you can make me an offer, I fear I cannot help you. Good day, Kholivaz." And with that, Zryas-Vehd walked onward, back on his trail to the Halls of Vaul where he will craft the item the Exarch required. Without even knowing what Kholivaz wanted in the first place nor caring, he had better things to do than waste his aged breath upon a foolish Comorrite. OOC: View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4pW8W5b1n0
