Meat n' Greet

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicom. New crew-mates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that) and purple girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

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[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"And yet it is you who speaks so blithely of them! The Emperor sacrificed himself after his battle with Horus so that humanity may always find a safe way home to Terra. And you dare to say we feed the Warp? We deny it, armored in contempt!"

He's shouting now, but that is really not very surprising at all.

[quick_strike]

"Your dead leader was a fool to indulge them in the first place! Every single fight you enter into with your banners raised high and swords swinging only serves to fuel the dark powers!"

Alendian returns the fevor. As an Aspect Warrior, she will never be out angered.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Your words are nothing but lies! The Emperor never indulged chaos, he is anathema to it! He is the Paragon, the hero, the lord of Light."

His gauntleted hands clench at his sword. And he almost sweeps it at her. Almost.

[quick_strike]

She spreads open her arms in the universal gesture of 'come at me'. Her arms don't even go for the sword at her own side.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Draw your blade, Heretic." He snarls at her, taking two steps towards her, the kill-urge overwhelming, his visor datafeeds framing her in an enormous set of crosshairs.

[quick_strike]

"Did you not hear what I said earlier? Eldar do not participate in pointless acts. You swing that weapon and not only will nothing happen to me but you will not be able to fight our foe. What a shame, being a liability to everyone."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Such is always the way of your cowardly people, to be unwilling to get to grips with the pure sons of Dorn, because you know we would devastate you. Well, I'll play your game no further, Xenos witch."

He turns away from her, staring towards the wall if need be.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi heard the raised voices and came back to investigate, only to find Alendian talking to the man from earlier. He frowned at them both, catching the tail end of the Templar's words. "Is there a problem here?"

Part of his duty here was making sure order was maintained, and this looked like a situation in which it might need some maintaining.

[quick_strike]

"This is none of your business, Zouichi." Which she only uses his name because the Farseer does. And he worked his way up to being regarded a little better than a normal human.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"The xenos filth was blaspheming against the Emperor, and tempting fate with her heresy. Were the situation at all different I would have already slain her for the temerity she has shown."

Erhart is almost quivering with anger, his armor's servo-motors sounding more like a growl than a purr, now.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Oh, great. So apparently they (sort of) knew each other. "The Emperor... you wouldn't mean the God-Emperor of Mankind, would you?" He'd heard a little about the situation from Ildraniath; humans and Eldar were apparently at odds with each other, with little love lost between them.

"I don't know what kind of heresy we're talking about here, but I should warn you that the ship will prevent you from fatally injuring any of the crew. And while Violations aren't in effect for minor infractions any more, trying to kill someone isn't exactly minor." He glanced at Alendian. "I'm afraid it'd be my business in any case. Security and all."

[quick_strike]

She clicked her tongue in an all too familiar gesture and crossed her arms. That left them quite a bit away from her sword. "His kind are ruthlessly slaughtering my people. He deserves whatever he gets."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"That is what mortals call him, yes. We call him grandfather, for he was the father of our Primarch, Dorn, who was the gene sire of all the Imperial Fists, and their later chapters, the Black Templars, the Crimson Fists, and others." He nods almost companionably to Zouichi, then turns on the Eldar, his fists again balled.

"For thirty thousand years your kind harried humanity throughout the stars. Enslaving us, murdering us, annihilating us when you wish. And now that we are strong, because the Emperor has made his knights and sent them out to cleanse the galaxy, you speak of ruthless slaughter?"

He shakes his head. "No. If your people are being destroyed, that is justice. They are simply paying the price for so many centuries of crime."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

...what.

Okay, Zouichi sort of vaguely understood that first part. Apparently, the Emperor provided some kind of genetic stock for a great many soldiers in his empire. The second part, though... that was something he hadn't heard about. But he still had a job to do. "Unfortunately, you're pretty far from both the rest of the Eldar and the Imperium. And since none of us can kill anyone else here..." Which was something he was actually kind of grateful for, honestly.

"...let's try not to engage in a bunch of name-calling that won't go anywhere. When the Ohm are destroyed, you can try to kill each other all you want. And if one of you get killed in battle, feel free to gloat all you want over the dead body. Meanwhile..." he nodded to Alendian. "Perhaps the Farseer would have a better idea of how to proceed?"

That was code for Alendian, please remember what Farseer Ildraniath said about the temper thing and do not pick a fight with the Spehss Mahreen.

[quick_strike]

Ugh, he really had to bring that up, didn't he? She huffed once and raised a hand to show that she understood just fine. Alendian would probably need a long talk later on controlling herself properly but as it stood, she huffed and stalked off elsewhere. Perhaps there would be an Eldar or someone who looked like an Eldar elsewhere.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

Erhart snorts with amusement as the Eldar retreats.

"That's the Eldar for you, always consulting their witches on how to proceed."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Sore winner much, Erhart? Zouichi raised an eyebrow at him.

"'Witches'?" Man, this guy talked like someone from the dark ages.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Warp-users. Psykers. Sorcerers. We suffer them not, except for the sanctioned astropaths who guide our warships through the Empyrean."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Is there something wrong with psykers?" On his world, psychics were just... psychics. Some people might fear them for their supernatural powers, but they were still human. And certainly not regarded as 'sorcerers'.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"They are beacons to the warp, and liable to be possessed or corrupted by daemons, thus becoming a portal between the horros of the Empyrean and this world. When properly trained and soul-bound to the Throne, they are far less dangerous to themselves and others."

Erhart seems disgusted with the subject matter.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Okay, there weren't any evil demons possessing the psychics on Earth. Bizarre.

"Well, I should probably let you know that I consider Farseer Ildraniath a friend. And she doesn't seem particularly possessed to me." No vomiting or crawling on walls or anything.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"She will betray you. The Eldar always do."

He looks down at Zouichi, his expression hidden behind his helm, but there is a sadness to his voice, even washed through the harsh augmitters of his helm.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Are we talking from personal experience here?" Out of all Erhart's possible reactions, this was probably one Zouichi least expected. It caught him completely off guard, to be honest.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

The Black Templar doesn't respond, just staring off for a long moment, looking over at Kang. He points a black armored finger at the immense draconic critter.

"That one... is he a Kroot?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Oookay.

Zouichi glanced at Kang, then back at Erhart. "No, he's a Draconian. And he likes to hear himself talk. So, you know. If you ever wanted to bother someone from the Council."