A slightly smaller Mess

intercessor: is that so? I'm not the one shouting out his emotions and anger at the top of his voice in the middle of a hangar. The one who has clearly no control over themselves.

Logen: "You want to see anger mutant?"

Intercessor: Not especially. But if you really can't control yourself that much...

*as of yet, logen's voice has not risen above speaking volume, simply a bared tone.* "If i couldn't control myself, you would not be standing."

With the crutches she tried to hobble out of the room but the other sisters of silence try to get her back on the medical bed.

*kara is elsewhere, having several dying scions to patch up*

Intercessor: I doubt that.

*A scion medic with fairly minor injuries and a rather feminine Irish accent turns up beside her*

Scion: You need to rest now dear, come on get back on the bed

Logen: *he rolls his shoulders, highlighting the fact he's just as large as the intercessor* "Are you sure about that assertion? How much combat experience do you have mutant?"

Ilitha struggles but is to weak to push them away but she was certainly trying
The recruit Lynette smiled at the medic ,
Lynette: I'm sorry she can be rather stubborn about these things.

Scion: No need to apologise *The medic quite literally sweeps Ilitha off of her feet and catches the Sister, before depositing her on the bed* Stay.

Intercessor: Enough. If you really are so far gone as to want to strike me.

"I lost a good brother today. A true warrior who embarked upon this crusade as an initiate, and earned his place. And you have the audacity to wear our colours, and call yourself a salamander."

Ilitha tried again to get up but the recruit stopped her.

the primaris just frowns, not replying

Logen: "You do not have the right to wear those colours. You have not earned it."

OOC: What are Ilitha's injuries?

*The Scion lays a hand on Ilitha's chest and presses down gently whenever Ilitha tries to escape*
"Don't move please, that poison is still in your system"

Ilitha growled but submitted knowing she can't fight it.

Scion: Thank you *She then reveals a needle and gently takes a large sample of Ilitha's blood*
"Now, you need to understand. I don't know what this poison is. It's caught within your bloodstream. I'm going to have it examined and if possible make you an antidote. But I do need you to stay in the bed. If something should happen, you could very well die if a nurse isn't around."

he still says nothing, just frowning at logen

Logen: "You've not been tested, not found worth-"

"Logen! That is enough!" *Raeven strides into the hangar*

The intercessor looks over at the captain.

Logen: "Captain surely you don't trust these.."

Raeven: "I do not, Sergeant. Trust them no more and no less than any man i have just met. But you will do them the courtesy of the benefit of the doubt, until they prove one way or the other."

the intercessor is still quiet

The Tau bows.
"Excuse me, I have an audience in the bar, perhaps I will meet some interesting characters there."
He makes his way out the Inquisitors office and towards the bar once again.

*not sure what to say he finds there :P*

*A grizzled imperial guardsman with an augmetic arm and leg, and a sister of battle are sitting at the bar.*

Raeven: "Intercessor. Excuse Sergeant logen's rudeness, if you will. He's lost a brother today, he'll go to his quarters and contemplate this." *Pointed look at logen, to which he looks like he's about to respond, then picks up his helmet and walks away.*

Intercessor: No harm done.

The Shas'O quietly sat down at the bar, after seeing his crowd had disappeared, calling over the barman.

"You don't happen to have anything from Highland do you?"

"highland?"

Raeven: *He shakes his head slowly, and walks away*

Hera: "So... We never really talked about... that."

"Highland. It's a planet in the Imperium, supposed to be famous for it's alcohol as well as its men, so I have been led to believe." The Tau noticed the looks he was receiving from his fellow patrons just down the bar from him.

*the guardsman quipps at him* "Try the millitarum vodka."

at the doorway noctis stops raeven. "sir... is this going to be common?"

"No, we don't have anything from there"

The Shas'O turned to look at the Guardsman with a weary eye.
"Vodka? I suppose that is a kind of alcohol yes? They said the alcohol from Highland was called Scotch."

Raeven: "Undoubtedly. Not among most of my men, but logen will not drop this until you have proven yourselves in his eyes, and other chapters will be even less accepting."

Jax: "Vodka is to scotch what scotch is to water."

"You know, I'm willing to bet Alistair would declare that to be heretical." He turned to the barman, ordering the vodka.

"It is very interesting, learning new things about the Imperium."

Noctis:... I will speak to brother Nemarian about this.

Raeven: "He should have plenty of insight on the matter."

Jax: "Something new every day. After that, try some thats been distilled in a shell casing." *he puts a hip flask down on the bar*

Noctis: my thanks sir. I'll make sure my men behave properly should this happen again.

Raeven: "If we fight alongside other chapters I will make sure to limit your contact."

"There isn't any alcohol in the Tau, the Ethereals would call it poison, dulls the mind they would probably say."

Noctis: thankyou sir.

Jax: "I've visited."

*The sister of battle laughs* "You'd call it a visit?"

Rae: "Logen could be considered gentle in comparison to how some astartes will respond."

Noctis: *nods* May I take my leave sir?

Rae: "Of course Lieutenant."

Noctis salutes and leaves to find the dreadnought

/Meanwhile on the planet of Rocroatera\

*A young freeblade is investigating rumours of a Tyranid Cult in the upper portion of the lower hive, and is currently walking along one of the winding passageways*

"So you've fought on the eastern fringe, which Sept? Did you fight any Tyranids while you were there?" The Tau turned, seeming legitimately interested.

the knight hears footsteps from behind him