A slightly smaller Mess

Max: You should be able to

Emma: I won't let you down.

Max: Good to hear!

Emma: anything you need me to do right now?

Max: Unless you want to go down to the vehicle bay you're pretty much golden...figuratively and literally

Emma: alright...am I alright to just walk around with these? *gestures to the wings*

Max: Around Akira, Rob, and I, it's fine. But in general could you keep the saintly stuff to a minimum, I need to crew to get used to you. If that's alright

Emma: got it. *the wings fade*

Max: Thank you

Emma: guess I'll change back into my uniform and go down to the vehicle bay.

Max: You're dismissed *smile*

Emma: yes boss *smiles back as she leaves. she goes back to her room*

*She finds Rob topless as he changes uniform*

Emma: hey.

Rob: Hello

Emma: you alright?

Rob: *Nods* Yep! *Puts shirt on*

Emma: well, I'm to help out in the vehicle bay and on boarding actions

Rob: Oo, your first assignments!

she smiles
"gotta get back into uniform though. Gotta ease the rest of the crew into my saintlyness"

*Rob laughs*

she chuckles too before going into the bathroom to change

R: I wonder what he'll make me do

Emma: dunno.

R: Think you'll like it here?

Emma: so far? Yeah, they've been great to me so far.

Rob: Good, I don't want you getting hurt again

Emma: I'll be fine...really

Rob: Alright...sorry

Emma: its fine...I kinda like you being protective.

Rob: oh?

she walks back in, a smile on her face, in full uniform now

Rob: You still make it look good

Emma: you're still flirting? *chuckles*

Rob: *Wink* A little flirting never hurts

"Guess not"

*Leans against wall* "What now?"

Emma:...food?

R: Good idea!

Logen: "Everythings wolves with you lot."

Akira: "Still processing the saint thing."

Emma: yeah...you know which way to go?

Crach: Lord Harald's earned that damn name lad. He'z the bastard who put down Svane Vulfbad.

Logen: "Isn't he still alive?"

Crach: nah, got reduced ta' ash during the fight. Anyway point being, Lord Harald's got the 'mantle of the ice troll king'. enchanted skin of some powerful ice-troll he killed that he wears like you wear that. Heat based attacks dissipate around 'im.

Logen: "Well, i could do with one of them. But, only fair, you wolves aren't quite as tough eh?"

Crach: what's that supposed to mean lad?

Logen: "That we can generally take that much more punishment than any other space marine... 'cept the death guard."

Rob: Nope, but I can probably ask


Max: You're not gonna go full battle sister on me are you?

Crach: admittedly, don't them iron hand bastards try their best to outdo you on that? Tryna make up for ferrus losin 'iz ead by turnin emselves into glorified servitors.

Emma: lets do that then.

Akira: "Get me some armour, and it can be arranged." *Wink*

Logen: "Does that really count? That's not the strength of their gene seed. also they're all pricks."

Crach: *laughs* you aint wrong?

Max: *Grin* "it just so happens that I've got some..."

Rob: Come on then