A slightly smaller Mess

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Laurence: *Winks* "Go have a chat with charles or hera, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Now, i have to go do some heresy."

Caiber: should be fun

Skitarii: Affirmative.

*from the door* "Who is it?"

Robert: *Nods* "Please lead the way"

Laurence: "Oh it always is."

"why do you wish to meet the archmagos?"

Caiber: I'll talk to the girl. Less dangerous.

Laurence: "Mildly." *he smiles* "Don't die kid. I'll be back."

Caiber: Will try.

*he whistles, a high note, then a low one, and gestures to the door with his head* "Out the room then. I have some setting up to do."

caiber walks off and decides to find hera

*After asking around, he find is told hera is training alone in the gym.*

he heads there

Rob: "A business proposition"

*he finds hera, her stormcoat and shirt are thrown over a weight stand, she's stripped to her undershirt and breeches, practising sword drill with a light sabre. She's a little slow, not used to the weapon, and her footwork appears more suited to a two handed polearm. Still. the padded target she's hitting would be quite dead by now if it were a person.*

he politely announces himself.
"Ma'am."

"More information required"

"You're forgeworld is highly reliant on outside resources. The recent expansion of the Eye of Terror has made accurate warp travel virtually impossible. I shall propose that I start supplying your forgeworld and in return, your Archmagos will allow me to make use of the orbital docking facilities"

*she turns slowly, and upon seeing him, draws a laspistol from its holster on her thigh with a snap second movement, and aims it squarely at his head*

*all three hands go up*
"Can't say I didn't expect this."

Skitarii: analyzing.... priority subroutines engaged....

R: "...."

Hera: "You're the creature Laurence keeps around." *She does not lower the pistol.*

Caiber: I'm no threat to you. My name is Caiber. I work for laurence, and as a result, now work for you. I came to introduce myself, and let you know I'm at your disposal. If you need me to explain why the hell a hybrid is working for an inquisitorial agent, I will be happy to.

Skitarii: loading.

R: *Looks to his bodyguards and shrugs*

*She keeps the laspistol aimed* "Start explaining."

caiber explains the whole story up till laurence picked him up. dead daughters includes.

skitarii: confirmed

R: "What has been confirmed?"

*About the dying daughters part, hera's aim drops to his knees, the pistol aimed from the hip. She doesn't interrupt. Or make any movements other than that.* "I see. You consider yourself human, more than xeno then?"

"to be honest...I dont know. Not my place to say."

Skitarii: Prioritisation.

She hears a knock in binary clearly stating who it is

Hera: *She holsters her pistol* "well... One less tyranid trying to kill us all is a plus, i suppose."

Caiber: Trust me. If anyone has reason to hate the hive fleets, it's me. *lowers his arms, and offers his most human arm to her to shake*

*pause at the door* "Hold on I'm not dressed!"

Retcon

Rob: "How long will I have to wait?"

Hera: *She takes her hand.* "I share the sentiment. I lost four hundred and sixty two men to them." *the look in her eyes tells him she remembers the number by heart.*

OOC...I was unaware this silent sister is that head over heels about the medic....
IC Skitarii: calculating.

Caiber: then, if I may be so bold, I hope we can get past my.... physical setbacks, so as to bring joint retribution to those bastards.

Hera: *She pauses, thinking* "You're far from the strangest person I've found myself trusting recently. I think we can."

*Rob Gestures for his bodyguards to leave and return to the ship, with both obeying his orders instantly*

he smiles
Caiber: glad to hear it. So, to be blunt, Laurence is busy, and I'm more than a tad certain that accidentelly pissing off charles would result in my immediate termination with nothing I could possibly do about it.

Skitarii:.... complete. Six hours.

Rob: "Thank you"

She waits

Hera: "Charles isn't like that... He wouldn't."

Caiber: I wouldn't know. I just know what he's capable of.

Skitarii: thanks are unnecessary.

She waits tapping the door in binary *please we need to talk*

R: "I shall wait aboard my ship" *He turns to leave*

Hera: "I assume laurence has talked about him."

Caiber: somewhat. Anyway. What would you have me do, my lady? *he's being deliberately very polite and subservient*

the skitarii let him

*after a few minutes the door opens*

*Rob returns to Alana*
"I've got some good news"

Hera: "Stop calling me, my lady, for starters."

Caiber: yes ma'am.

Alana: *groaning as she wakes up* huh?

Rob: "We've got the meeting, looks like your idea might payoff"
*Leans against the wall looking smug*

she yawns, rubbing her eyes as she gets up