A slightly smaller Mess

the knight hears footsteps from behind him

*He turns toward the sound*

*nuffin there*

She nods using her fingers to communicate with the recruit
The recruit nods and looks at the scion " thank you , I must go deliver a message but may I request your name?"

Scion: Miranda

--

*He frowns and rests a hand on the hilt of his sword before continuing on his way*

*he can't help but feel like he's being watched*

"You may as well just show yourselves"

*no reply*

*He continues walking, having now drawn his sword*

two large men round the corner ahead of him, wearing mining outfits, including head obscuring helmets.
"The boss wants to see you."

"And who might you be?"

"Someone who could kill you if he wanted."

*He laughs*
"Do you know what I am?"
*The power sword hums to life*

"*cocks shotgun* oh we know. You aint in yer suit now, noble"

"You really think that'll change how this ends?"

"You think it's just us here, noble boy?"

"numbers will only get you so far"

" pleasure to meet you Miranda , maybe later if we aren't busy you can show me around the ship"
Lynette says before she gets ready to leave

"All us vs just you? I think you're fucked."

Miranda: It'll be my pleasure

--

Gwydion: Feel free to come here and put that thought to the test

they raise their shotguns at him "We can do this from here"

G: But then it's no fun
*He releases the strap on his rifle and the two men suddenly have a lasrifle pointed at them*

*he hears footsteps behind him*

*He glances back and prepares to defend himself*

there's two more back there. one with a shotgun, the other with a webber.

OOC: Webber?

G: 4 on 1, just how afraid are you?

Jax: "The Fi'rios sept." *Looks at the sister* "Did we fight tyranids there?"

Serah: "Can't remember. We've done tyranids a lot."

"Not afraid. Just not stupid."

"Fi'riooos..." The Tau seemed to search his mind for such a sept before coming to an epiphany.
"Oh! Fi'rios! Third sphere, Shas'O Kais fought there to help establish it, Green colour scheme, was it a good fight?" He looked toward the bartender who had returned with his drink.

OOC hey arkais, didya know the empire's onto the fifth sphere now?

OOC: I know, how predictable, you would have thought after the kicking they got, they'd bunker down for a while.

"I am known as Shas'O N'Dras Ar'Kais Sora'Myr Korst'La'Shi, Though I wouldn't be a Shas'O anymore, even by the Enclaves standards, apologies, in Gothic I am called "Master Skyblade, Slayer of Death of N'Dras." He rolled his wrist around and his went through the titles as if to mock his own speech.

"Human names are much less literal, or lengthy, something I envy."

OOC question, dya know what happened to the fourth sphere? XD

OOC: It's weird warp fuckery.

OOC pretty much. they all ded now

She nods before leaving heading straight to Charles office knocking on his door

OOC: So what're the cultists wearing?

*They all hear the distinctive noise of Gwydion setting his rifle to full-auto*

G: Now I'm going to give you one final chance. Lower your weapons.

Charles: yes?

"Web 'im"
*the webber fires*

*Gwydion dives out of the expanding webs path, while returning fire with his lasgun*

" greetings inquisitors Charles I have been ordered to hand you the medical report on sister ilitha "

Jax: "....name's jax. Although i could do some pretty good titles if i wanted to."

Serah: "Sister Celestian Serah Delatina Immalia. Of our martyred lady. And lets not go there jax."

Akira: "Big room to have shit all in."

*the door slams shut behind them*

Charles: thankyou. I have a lot to get on with so i'll come see her later.

the las-shot glances off the shoulder of one of the cultist as they fire with their shotguns. beanbag shots, intended to non lethally take him out

*They slam somewhat harmlessly into his armour, as he rushes toward the cultist armed with a Webber*

Akira: *Deep breath.* "Fuuuuucccckkkkkkk." *Aiming her melta back and forth, sweeping the attached torch's beam*

Kerak: "We kill something now, yes?"

*Laurence touches down in Charles's hangar. With a passenger in tow. An unconscious iron warrior*

Emma: what the hell..
[So. You have made it this far. Perhaps it is time to drop my facade, now it has fulfilled its purpose of lulling you into a false sense of security and falling into my little trap.]

*a pair of scions greet laurence*

*He's dragging the unconscious astartes by his left heel, and holding a gym bag in his other hand. Wearing just his trousers and tshirt.* "Hello gentlemen, I'm going to need a cell, a toolkit, and a shuttle."

Akira: "If you could show yourself so i can scalp you i'd be much obliged."

Kerak: "This ones flesh will not be worth saving. Weak."

Scion: shuttle?

[oh trust me, you're very far away from where I am. But I do have someone I'd like you to meet.]

Laurence: "I'm rather hoping my quarters aboard my ship aren't sprayed across the void right now. there was some rather important things in there."

Akira: "Well i hope he likes melta blasts."

Scion: from what i know the emnity is in one peace, it's just right now not capable of sustaining life outside of a voidsuit.

the lights in the corner of the room turn on, revealing a member of the crew, in the fetal position, rocking back and forth

Laurence: "Not a problem, but first, I need a cell. And that toolkit."

"Fuck that." *aims meltagun and fires*