A Decade on the Edge (Game Thread: Closed, Dead)

[Dogmatic99]

Straud

The next course of action was already decided for them as the mad eldar took charge of matters with all the authority of a hyperactive child, even going so far as to invade Eva's personal space and to call her a... well Eva wasn't sure what it meant but she assumed it was some vile xenos slure. She would not balk before the invader though, kasrkins had stood before far worse and won and Eva would be damned if she'd shame the old colours now. When the eldar leaned in to chide her Eva did the same causing their foreheads to press up against each other. Still, with that unnerving mask an all,she couldn't shake the feeling that they came off the better.

Their trip was brief but no less tense for it as Eva did her best to apply pressure to her patient's gushing wound. The ramp fell and once again Eva was spurred to action, helping to haul the poor brute onto anything that could help wheel his perforated arsenal to the medbay. Even with her strength just carrying him there could have gone nasty.

The ship even came with an impressive supply of servitors, though their materials left a lot to be desired. [i ]'Seen een better stocks at a field hospital'. [/i]

"Jeez Doc, with those things you'll kill him before he has a chance to die." Cadian humour at its finest.

Still, she pitied the poor wreck before her. She'd stay with him for now. They'd marked him as one of Eva's own kind and a brother in arms deserved someone by his side in his hour of need.

Kalgard
The ship was all going crazy thanks to the fresh meat.

The crew's words, not Kalgard's. Though it did sum up the human condition and this wretched venture quite nicely.

He had stalked the halls of the ship silently, becoming familiar with its layout, the roles of the crowd machines and the even cruder crew. Many of them had to be observed from afar. A little extreme perhaps, treating his temporary home as an infiltration mission but for Kalgard old habits died hard, besides, now he knew all the best secret spots should he need them.

He received word from two deckhands (by spying on them) that strange alien recruits had arrived and were causing trouble in the hangar. Well that sounded like it could relieve the boredom. If nothing else he could escape the smell the grey titan and the hound had dragged in.

So Kalgard went down to the shuttle bay to see what all the fuss was about.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack - Valiant Light - Shuttle Bay

Jack listened and learned as the Kroot talked. ?So many new species, and I doubt I know a hundredth of them.? Jack thought with a slight smile forming on his face. He did his best to remember the name Smoke and the Kroo?ts appearance. It would be bad if he happened to run into a different Kroot and call him/it Smoke too. Jack wasn?t entirely certain what gender Kroot was but that was for another time.

?Ship is fairly empty now, but many new people come. I smell them all on bay."

Jack nodded and asked. ?So you can smell us then? I bet you?re really good at tracking? I imagine that?ll be useful on our journey.? Then he leaned back to his full height (Which was still far smaller than the Kroot) and held out his hand. ?I?m Jack, just a human sorry to say.? He wasn?t sure if the creature would understand what this meant but he wanted to at least try and be polite. Jack looked over his shoulder for only a second and determined things were going alright for now. He turned back around and tried his best to give a comforting smile.

 

[booksv2]

Smoke, shuttle bay

"So you can smell us then? I bet you're really good at tracking... I imagine that'll be useful on our journey. I'm Jack, just a human sorry to say."

Smoke looks down at the offered hand for a few second before taking it in his own. not squeezing it at all the little spines on his hand poke the humans.
"Yes, i am good at following. Many who are here are humans, they all smell different though."

Letting the humans hand go and turning Smoke takes a long step off the side of the ramp to the deck below and waves a little at the human.
"Lue tenant will give you territory. Then store everything and food. Maybe if hungry."

Looking around Smoke sees the small thing that had gotten in a fight without fighting and walks over. Standing behind it and looking down at it from above it he lifts one of his hands and taps the shiney surface above its head a few times with his claw.
"Hello"

Looking at the other person Smoke nods at the human from well above both of their heights, his quills rattling slightly.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack ? Valiant Light- Shuttle Bay

The handshake was? Weird to say the least. A little prickly but overall it didn?t hurt. He listened for a minute as Smoke explained how all the humans smelled different. ?Wonder what I smell like.? Jack thought as he watched Smoke descend the ramp.

"Lue tenant will give you territory. Then store everything and food. Maybe if hungry."

?Who?s the lieutenant?? Jack thought as he followed what he now knew was a Kroot down the ramp and towards Ysenelle and the other woman he didn?t know. ?Human? Probably not going to like Smoke or Ysenelle if the previous people are enough to go off of. Of course, she hasn?t tried to kill Ysenelle yet so that?s a good sign.? Jack thought as he approached the trio.

 

[ShardAura]

Cha'Chak, Valiant Light, Quarters

Already aboard The Valiant Light, with her hounds currently staying within her quarters with her. Khauch was resting his head on her lap as she looked across the bland room. Even though it was a large living space for her hounds as well as herself. There was the bed that she was currently sitting on.
This idea of sleeping on these soft devices is quite confusing to me, being too used to hard surfaces I guess. As well as the bed being too small.
Sighing heavily she moved Khauchs' head off of her lap she stood up and walked over to the wall near where her hounds were sleeping. WIth her back against it she slid down and got comfortable among the beats. Khauch padded his way over. Being significantly smaller than his other pack members made it easy to maneuver between the giant mounds of hound.
The scents of the other crew members were interesting to her. For she could not identify a few of them. Deciding against her survival nature, she decided to take Khauch with her to investigate the rest of the ship. Heading towards the least threatening smell she stalked down the hallway with Khauch padding beside her.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Recently, in A Decade on the Edge

The Valiant Light settles overhead, it's Rogue Trader setting up recruitment centers across the Imperial hive bellow. At one such center, a group of champions gather. The venerable Astartes Maarku Frostclaw of the Space Wolf chapter; Guardsman Kurt Cooper of the Death World Krieg; Ysenelle, the mysterious Eldar Harlequin; Jack Fletcher, Living Weapon; Guardwoman Evangeline Straud, a fabled Cadian Kasrkin shock trooper. These would be heroes meet, and at once overcome the innate animosity between them.

The Merchant-Lord Olybrius, already sworn to the sacred mission of the Rogue Trader, makes his entrance, as the Orkz Grimmfang and Lock scheme to gain entry to the ancient Imperial star ship. On the Valiant Light itself, members of the holy mission already begin to chaffe at their duty - Natasha Solomon, Sister of Battle, clashes with Smoke, a xenos breed known as a Kroot. Cha'Chak, a fellow Kroot, stalks the halls of the vessel. The Eldar Outcast Kalgard lies in wait, motives unknown, while Herschel Blake, Astropath-on-Lend, battles the daemons of his own making.

Elsewhere on the planet, Ex-Commissar Vanessa Gavrilov has a fateful meeting with Ex-Sergeant Gordon Kasteen, Guardman of Valhalla. They are soon assualted by local gangers and Arbites, and are forced to flee to a nearby shuttle. Sergeant Kasteen is gravelly injured, and the Commissar races to get him aid. After an explosive meeting with the rest of the new sign-ons, the shuttle lifts off to meet the fated void ship. Kasteen is rushed to the medica, his future uncertain, while the rest of the crew now must deal with their first challange - each other.

Will the collected Imperial warriors accept the hated Xenos into their ranks? Will Kasteen survive? Will Smoke get his Grox? Wait and see, in A Decade on the Edge!

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

As Volkov left with the Space wolf and his wolf an Ork wandered into the recruitment office from behind the clerk and bellowed.

"Rite den Humies, where do I sign?"

The clerk jumped out of his seat and turned to the ork, after taking a few moments to calm and take in the situation he picked up a set of papers and handed it to the ork, and then he handed a pen to it. "Here. Those. Sign those." He got out shakily to the ork before shifting away from it.

Should the ork sign it he would be directed to a nearby shuttle depot where he would be transported to the Valiant light.

[hr]

After the month in orbit had ended, men and supplies began to be recalled back to the Valiant over the course of a few days. Once it had been confirmed that the contracted were accounted for and personnel had been recalled preparations for travel were made and fresh crew were familiarized with the portions of the ship they were expected to deal with.

And once things were settled, without a word the ship entered the warp. Most of the crew were locked away during this time, segregated to a few rooms or a deck with guards wandering to keep it enforced.

Though the Gellar field kept things normal, time seemed odd. Some days were long, some days were short, some days a man looked out a window and decided his bunkmates were food. After what felt like a month, the valiant light dropped back into realspace.

Doors were unlocked and the crew was allowed to wander. A few days passed and a message was sent over the PA systems. The voice of Volkov, the main representative of Kurtz spoke loudly "Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby." A static bleet sounded and then it quieted again as the crew started moving again.

 

[Outcast107]

Once everything was unlocked and the orders given, Kurt was quickly to followed them to the letter. Heading towards the Docks to report as ordered. His time during the Warp Travel was quite boring which was fine for him. He prefer nothing to happen while in the Warp. He heard too many horror stories of what happens when something goes wrong.

As he travels around the ship, Kurt was holding his lasrifle within his hands. No one can be too careful these days, with a ship full of xenos scum and abnormal humans. Plus while nothing happen during the Warp Travel, something still could show up later. Arriving at the docks as he was the first one there like always. Standing at attention as he waits for a commanding officer to come by to give more detail orders for the day.

 

[booksv2]

Smoke, Valiant Light, Kroot Nest in Pipes

Laying stretched out in the nest he had made himself Smoke jerks awake as sound starts bleeding through the walls. Tilting his head he perks up and his quills starts rattling in a light manner as what is said gets through to him.

"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

Reaching over and picking up his rifle he tests the edge of the blade on some of the rags he has around he nods to himself and picks it up as he rummages around in some bones for his blade. Sliding it into its sheath on his chest he slides the leather piece on it to keep it in place. Climbing over the edge of the wall into the main piping for this section of the ship Smoke takes a minute to smell around scenting for which one to go. Walking over to one of them and sliding his feet down into it he holds his rifle next to him as he control slides down the pips and catches himself just before he slams into a half closed shutter. Scrunching his legs and reaching down he flicks the inside lock and pushes it open with his foot.

Allowing himself to slide the rest of the way out and reaching for his rifle inside the pips still he pulls it out and closes the grating carefully. Turning back around and scenting the air a few times he turns towards the left and walks down the hall after sliding his rifle into its straps in his harness. Stepping through a hatchway and looking around the almost deserted docking bay Smoke walks deeper into the bay and keeps away from the one person there, seeing its a human he doesn't know.

Moving to the other side of the bay from the human Smoke talks to himself softly.

Spoiler: OOC

means Kroot language, sounds like whistles and clicks from his beak to anyone who cant speak it.

 

[ShardAura]

Cha'Chak, The Valiant Light

Sitting in her room, laying on her small bed, Cha'Chak was fingering through one of her books she brought along with her. Barely making out some words that she has taught herself. But being able to understand some of the sentences in the book. Slowly but surely she is able to work her way through the book. Her hounds restlessly pacing around the room, a couple of them started pawing at each other initiating a playful fight.
Khauch being the smaller of his pack, laid up on the bed with Cha'Chak, moving his head into her lap Khauch looked up at Cha'Chak nudging her hand as she tried to focus on a word from the book she was reading.
Making clicking noises to her companion she tried reading it outloud.
Closure
"See-ell-oss-yuu-r-e" Pronouncing to herself, shaking her head knowing it was wrong,
"Kl-os-yuuer. Clo-sure."
Im going to have to ask one of the other crew.. If I can get close enough to one.
White noise distracted her from the book.
"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning office. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."
Her hounds looked at her, knowing that they would have to stay in her room as she was commanded to the nearest docking area. Khauch followed closely behind her, for he has never left her side once. No one has dared to separate them, fearing that in retaliation Cha'Chak would consume them.
Leaving her room, locking it so there is little chance someone will stumble into her pack.
Khauch stayed close behind her, as Cha'Chak headed towards the docking area. Locking for the characters that she would recognize. Wondering down the halls and finding the docking bay. Going through the Docking Bay Doors, where others we gathering.
I wonder if Smoke will be here Cha'Chak wondered,
Smoke, the only other Kroot aboard the vessel. Even though if thats the only thing they have in common. I would try and stay close in case anything happens.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Herschel Blake, Planning Den

"Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

Herschel moaned quietly to himself, rubbing the space around his eyes. The warded stones within changed temperatures when passing to and from the Immaterium, something he had not expected when he left his grand Astropath Spire. A minor nuisance, for sure, but one that pained him greatly, and served as a distraction he did not need. He had considered removing them, but such transitions often posed a great threat to psykers like him self. He had decided to be safe, though every transition made him question that choice.

'No need to keep the trader waiting.' Stretching his ancient spine as he stands, Herschel grabs his small laspistol and puts it in a bag at his waist. Normally, a psyker of his station had more potent weapons at his disposal, but Herschel did not want to have to push himself too hard if anything wrong happened.

'The warp weeps here.'
'This place is doom.'
'Beware those without sin.'

"Shut up." Herschel mutters a prayer to the Emperor, and the thoughts of doom fade. The laughter, however, merely reduces to a whispering giggle, fluttering about the back of his mind. As disturbing as it is, Herschel walks out of his room and towards the planning dens. Late psykers are psykers with time to scheme and commune with the warp in the eyes of the ungifted.

His walk to the dens is uneventful - his portion of the ship is mostly space for the hundred strong Astropathic Choir. With no messages to send, most are meditating or resting. The remainder were chemically sedated, not strong enough to be awake during a warp flight. He strides into the den, and finds he's the first to arrive.

 

[Athol]

Maarku had remained in his armour during the ships transit through the Warp. Only fools put absolute trust in the Gellar Fields keeping everything out, and he was far too experienced to be such a fool.

"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

Looking at Skoll, he readied his weapons. "I guess we count as contractors, HA! Some of my more 'noble' Brothers would be infuriated to be called by such a base term." Laughing to himself at the thought, he made his way to the closest bay, ship's crew scattering before him. Arriving at the bay he was glad to see it free of Xenos...so far.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack ? The Valiant Light ? During month long isolation

Day 1

Jack had been set up in a room with one other person, a male human. God why?d it have to be one person? He would have been fine with no one and even two or more but one person? He could do anything while he was asleep.

Day 7

Jack had gotten little to no sleep. He was terrified this one person would do something to him. He hadn?t talked and Jack swore the man would look at him when he wasn?t looking.

Day 21

He was going to kill him. He was going to kill this man. the two of them still hadn?t spoken. What was he scheming?

Day 28

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Jack ? The Valiant Light - Release Day

Jack looked in a mirror at himself and found that he was rather upset with his upkeep. His hair had grown longer, a little past his ears now. The bags under his eyes didn?t help his appearance really. He quickly tried to comb a bit of his hair with his fingers but it only helped a little. That was when he heard.

? "Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

The door was opened up and Jack bolted out of the room with his equipment. He turned back to the guard that had opened his room and said. ?I?m never going back in there,? With a glint of insanity in his eye. He was now carrying his equipment in a ?just barely larger than average? bag. When he arrived at the docking bay, he found that a Kroot was there. Not the one he had spoken to though. He also saw a man in the bay with them though he didn't really recognize the man.

However Jack was already on edge from his month long sleep deprivation, so he stayed away for now. He waited for the other to arrive so he could be with someone he felt somewhat safe with.

 

[mcpop9]

HAving offered her room space to share with the eldar, the promimse of an ork free enviroment seeming appealing to the xeno, Vanessa woke up after a month of imprisonment with the eldar, actually becoming chummy with the xeno. "Mornin Nelly." she said to her companion, who had occupied the queen bed opposite her's. Nelly had become a sort of teasing name for the commissar to have with the eldar, never seriously considering it a real name to call her anywhere else than the privacy of their room.

To be truthful, the room was damn better than what most had. It had two queen sized beds, a bathroom with both a shower and a tub. There were two wooden dressers along with a full height mirror on the wall. they were also treated to having two weapons and armor storage lockers. Hell, they got soft beds and covers. They were living the high life compared to the communal bunkers. Vanessa got up and stretched, sleeping in her bra and panties, walking over to the dresser and getting dressed, slipped on her dress shirt, then over that, she slipped on a flak vest. once that was on, she put on her coat and hat, getting fully dressed and armored. "Hell, i'm surprised my cannons fit into this..." she said out loud and adjusted her jacket and flak vest, cadian issued.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Gordon Kasteen, Docking Area 5

"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

"By the Throne..." Kasteen had just began to put his clothes on when the announcement went out. Discarded on the floor was the thin gown he'd been forced to spend the last month in, confined to the medica and the gurney. He'd spent most of it strapped to the infernal thing - every time they had released his restraints, he had made a move for his backpack, which was stored in locker outside the medica. He'd damaged three servitors trying to get to his belongings, but after giving the doctor a crooked nose, they'd stopped trusting him. Kasteen could understand why, but a month without smoke or drink had largely blunted his sympathy for the bruised doctor.

Luckily, the servitors had taken care of him. They injected nutrient mass directly into his stomach (Through his chest, not his mouth. Unpleasant.), and regularly jolted him with electrical probes to stimulate his muscle mass, preventing atrophy. They'd maintained his shave, though he wasn't sure why they would do so. They'd also frequently injected him with chemicals that stank of bile. He'd asked the doctor what was in it, but had waited to do so until after their physical altercation.

The response he received was unhelpful, at best.

Kasteen quickly finished dressing. The clothes were fresh ones from his pack, but they had suffered the same fate as the rest of his gear - soaked in alcohol for a month. Everything had dried, but it now smelled faintly of booze, and strongly of solvent. There's was nothing to do about it now, though - time was of the essence. A spare pair of boots was pulled out and put on as well.

Suitably dressed, Kasteen turns to his combat gear. Stuffed into a large rubber sack, Kasteen dumps it out on the floor. The clothes he was wearing when he was shot tumble out first, almost entirely soaked through with blood. Throwing them to the side for a servitor to deal with, he picks up his great flak coat. It too is covered in blood stains. 'Oh well.' Kasteen shrugs on the coat, leaving the front hanging open. It was far too temperate on the ship to get buttoned up. He quickly buckles his pistol belt and knives on, and checks to make sure his grenades are still in his coat. Lamenting that he doesn't have the time to restock his smoke grenade, or get more ammunition for his scattergun, he discards the newly acquired weapon and slings his lasgun.

Kasteen looks again to his backpack. For as long as he can remember, Kasteen has carried his life in that pack, everywhere he goes. But even standing in the hall, he's not sure that can continue. His hip, which he was told had received an augment, felt like shit. Every time he moved, the joint felt like it was full of sand, and even a casual visual check was disturbing - the whole hip seemed to have swelled. 'What did they put in there?' Whatever the answer, Kasteen doubted it was good.

And so he decided to leave the pack behind, rather then risk his body failing on him. Picking out a few bottles of rotgut that hadn't broken, and a dozen packs of lho-sticks, Kasteen begins to move towards the docking bays. On his way, he smokes 4 lho-sticks and drinks half a liter. Finally reaching the bay, he walks in, only to find he's been beaten there.

'Xenos.' He'd been visited in the medica by several ranking officers on the ship, and all had told him the same thing - hands off. Failure to do so was punishable by death, as per his contract and the Rogue Trader's writ of passage. He had been infuriated at the thought, and had raged for days about how he was going to murder them. But after a month of being strapped to a metal slab, his anger had cooled. The Emperor would provide him with a way to deal with the xenos filth.

Still, he didn't have to be nice in the meantime.

Forming a crude ork gesture with his hands, and spitting out a few gutteral ork slanders, Kasteen moves to the opposite side of the bay, finding a nice space in the wall with no one around to smoke and rub his hip in peace.

 

[sage42]

Natasha sat in the small chair in her cabin, reading from her scripture book. One long month had past, her faith and her armor keeping her safe from what the Geller Field could not. The first few days hadn't been too bad, she had experienced warp travel before and this would not be her last. Even so she had begun to grow restless after a week in travel. From then on she had spent most of her time in prayer. Even after they had exited and their doors were unlocked she hadn't left her quarters longer than it took to get a meal and bring it back. Knowing that she had the freedom to leave was enough. She turned another page in her scripture book when a voice blared over the intercom

"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

Natasha looked up at that and snapped her book closed. She set her bolt pistol at her side and hefted her flamer. She stepped out of her cabin and headed towards the nearest hanger. When she arrived she noticed Sir Maarku standing at attention. Praise be to the Emperor no Xenos as of yet. She thought give a nod to the Space Wolf.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Sharing a comfortable room with the human had been a bonus, it did take them a few days to stop being stuffy around each other but after that wall was broken they had practically been in their own little world. Ysenelle didn't leave to fetch anything though as crew altercations were not a pass time she enjoyed.
"Mornin Nelly."
The Eldar was already awake walking out of the bathroom, fully geared.
"If you called me that in front of the Biel'tan ranger on board and I reacted positively he would probably try and kill me you know."
"Hell, i'm surprised my cannons fit into this..."
Ysenelle's tone was warm as she gave Vanessa a light shove so she messed up adjusting her flak vest. "Oh mighty commisar Vanessa. I know your body is a weapon to smite the Emperor's foes but I'm afraid that you're not literally armed with cannons."
The Eldar was about continue mocking Vanessa's ridiculous proportions and mention the hustle and bustle she could sense happening over the last few minutes but was interrupted by the radio call.

"Salvage crews report to the docks. Contractors report to the closest docking area to your quarters. Officers report to the planning dens. Further instructions will be given once there. Security teams on standby."

Ysenelle carefully checked her attire, inspecting the colours and materials for any wear and tear. She inspected her shuriken pistol and her Eldar power sword before holstering one and sheathing the other. Her nose twitched slightly as she quickly pulled her hood back and removed her mask.
She'd become accustomed enough living in the lavish quarters with Vanessa the human and even though a month didn't feel very long to her she felt more open and less rigid concerning certain Eldar ceremony.
Her long black hair fell down among her backpack, over her shoulders and covering some of her face as she lifted a wrist to her face rubbed her nose.
Frankly the dishonorable stomping on tradition was payed out for by the ability to itch her face if something sentient was near her. She doubted she would make worse of a habit of it though, after all Vanessa was a simple exception.
Ysenelle had warmed to Vanessa enough and would even call her friend. But simply enough as a race traitor Ysenelle didn't have much to fear about her knowledge getting far. This mission was dangerous and both were likely to die anyway.

The Eldar looked in the mirror that was attached to one of the walls away from their beds. Pouting a little, her face scrunched up as she ran her hands through her pitch black hair and weaved it back into place so she could get her helmet back on. She took one last look into her eyes and sighed, unable to put the mask back on just yet.
Ysenelle was very short for an Eldar, barely being taller than her commisar companion who was quite short indeed, she looked over. "Guess I'll see you on a shuttle during the mission. We need to separate now... a piece of friendly advice, act very angry about sharing a room with me and that you're plotting to enhance your knowledge better to kill Eldar in the future. I know you're already well aware and all... I just wouldn't want to make your life any harder."

The Eldar fixed it's mask back on after folding her hair into her headgear and walked outside before Vanessa could reply, it'd be easier to keep up the illusion that the two from different races had failed to bridge a gap that way.

With a slow skip Ysenelle glided down toward the dock, she nearly made it as well when she met a slightly disheveled Jack. It had been quite a while but she recognized him easily and gave him a prod. He'd been stationary, so she decided to drag him along.
"Hello and let's go! We can catch up after we're aware of what we're doing."
With a single fluid movement she gripped his wrist with one hand and thumped the door interface with the other, swiftly dragging him in and taking a position next to the Kroot.

She spotted the man she had helped, but was well aware he had no idea. The seething hate emanating from him saddened her.
The tinge of worry surprised her. She'd spent too long mucking about with her human room mate, the watering down of her Eldar social queues however made her feel a little better.

The colorfully adorned Eldar let go of Jack and waited.

 

[ShardAura]

Cha'Chak, Docking Bay
Cha'Chak stiffened as a couple of beings stood by her so comfortably. Khauch shifted from sitting to her left, to sitting on her right side. There was a small colourful creature and what looked like a human. But the small male had some non organic material adorning his body. Sniffing slightly without turning Cha'Chak recognized this as metal. Making him not a human but a cyborg.

Her eyes scanned the crowd and fell on the Human leaning against the wall smoking. The one who made some gestures when he saw Cha'Chak.
Clicked to herself,

Cha'Chak realized she was standing up straight. Khauch was almost as tall as some of the smaller creatures.
Squatting down sitting on her legs still being slightly taller than the small colourful female. Turning her reptilian head and lining her face up with the Cyborg and Colourful Creature.

Okay you can do this. Deep breath.

Opening her mouth Cha'Chak would of looked like she was about to eat them.
"Ge-Gret-Greetings." She practically hissed at them,
"The- thi-ss woone i-is Cha'Chak."

Looking at them with wide eyes, she reached into her leather bindings on her chest, pulling out her small novel. Flicking to the dog eared page finding the word. Pointing to it with a claw, Closure
"C-can you t-tell me h-ho-w to sa-ee th-ei-s w-ord?" Asking cautiously taking her time speaking the words.

Khauch moved to in front of Cha'Chak whilst she was talking, facing towards the two creatures.

 

[booksv2]

Smoke, Docking Bay

Standing against the wall Smoke was getting the same tickle in his quills he had been getting for the last month. Reaching up to scratch at the base of his quills and getting between them he closes his milkey eyes for a few minutes as he does, staying away from the rest and against the wall he is half hidden by a pile of boxes. Scratching deeper and straightening Smoke drops his hand and starts to sit when he hears something around the other side of the boxes.



Stiffening and taking a long step around the boxes and stops dead as he scents Kroot, the scent was mixed with others that he recognized from a while ago and it took him a minute to place it. Turning towards the combined scents Smoke can see the friendly human and the thing were standing next to a sitting Kroot and Kroothound, staring at them for a second he can smell that its a girl. Walking over and looking down at her from behind the Kroothound turns to look at the new scent and starts a growl.

Ignoring the kroothound and tilting his head to the side as he listens to her try to talk to the others holding a book out Smoke speaks up behind her in Kroot, a fast paced jumble of clacks and whistles flying out over the four.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack - The Valiant Light - Docking Bay

Jack had been sitting there in thought for a minute when he realized he couldn't really remember the past few days. For whatever reason he couldn't recall anything. 'That's a bad sign.' Jack thought as he leaned against a wall. Then with no warning he heard.

"Hello and let's go! We can catch up after we're aware of what we're doing."

He only had time to get out a startled "wha-" before being grabbed and basically dragged. His sleep deprived mind went into overdrive as he tried to figure out what was happening. 'I'm not being killed and I only know one being that I trust enough to drag me around. Ysenelle.' It took a bit more time before she finally stopped next to the Kroot from earlier. Honestly he was surprised she stopped and was just barely able to catch himself from falling over. He was still stopping the spinning in his head when he heard.

"The- thi-ss woone i-is Cha'Chak."

It was the Kroot from earlier. He had finally stopped the spinning and was about to reply when Cha'Chak said.

"C-can you t-tell me h-ho-w to sa-ee th-ei-s w-ord?"

He looked at said word and calmly spoke. "Closure." He leaned back and gave Ysenelle a look that screamed. "Help me out here."

Before any reply could be heard however Jack heard and then saw the Kroot from earlier. He reached out for a name and he remembered Smoke. His mind wasn't in the best shape and the Kroot startling him nearly made him attack. However he was able to calm himself and clutched his chest. "Don't do that." Jack muttered as he calmed his heart.