[open] Here's-a-sword-for-the-Rat, here's-a-sword- for-the Mole

[futureisclear]

If they were going to rebel (well, no longer a matter of if; a matter of when), Ildraniath knew that they were going to need more firepower than the average crew member tended to carry on their person. She, of course, had no need of further firepower. Her armor and her mind would serve her well enough. For many of the others, of course, they would need something more. Which was why she was paying a visit to the armory. In theory, Stacy might give her away. However, following that interesting performance at the punishment meeting, Ildraniath had reason to believe that Stacy wasn't about to give the crew away.

A gamble, of course, but Ildraniath was willing to risk it. So, the Eldar was perusing the armory. She tapped a button on her omnicomm and called up a blank document. She was going to need a list. And people to cart it all off later, but for now:

"Stacy. A list of all available small-arms and protable heavy weapons. Powered armor. Ammunition counts. And their effectiveness against heavily armored opponents."

|| Acknowledged, Ildraniath. ||

She bent over the control panel as the lists began to scroll past.

If she was going to do this, she was going to do it properly.

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[zouichi]

By now, most of the outward signs of Zouichi's run-in with the Kessek had faded, leaving him free to walk about the ship. He was currently choosing to exercise that ability, unaccustomed as he was to taking it easy even for a few days. And while he hadn't been expecting to find Ildraniath here at this very moment, he could guess at her purpose.

"I've seen people here use the GIA's Thorn Armor once or twice," he said, walking toward where she was bending over her list of weapons. "Though I suppose the question is if it's Daligig technology."

And if so, the question would then be whether the Daligig built little failsafes into their creations. Just to make sure the wearers of such armor didn't try to use it against its designers.

[futureisclear]

"It might be. But I doubt they built the ship, so it's entirely possible they simply stole it. The dithering fools don't even know how to win loyalty..."

Ildraniath straightened and half-turned to eye Zouichi over her shoulder.

"I see you're doing well. I hope that your recovery hasn't been too painful."

[zouichi]

"Maybe. In which case, the question might be 'who did build it'?"

The smile he gave her was a little rueful. "And it hasn't been. I apologize if I caused you any concern."

[futureisclear]

"More questions. That's all we ever find...."

She paused the display's scrolling with the tap of a finger. Her lips quirked in a slight smile.

"I know you're not made of glass, Zouichi. But..."

She let the pause draw out for a moment.

"...I'd be lying i I said I hadn't felt some concern."

[zouichi]

"Yes. But hopefully, we'll soon be able to pursue our own answers."

He noted the smile and the pause both. "Well... if it helps, the ship still recognizes me as a crew member. The Kessek wouldn't have been able to inflict any fatal injuries."

Not that it would have stopped him if that guarantee hadn't been in place.

[quick_strike]

In Alendian's opinion, things were still awkward between the two but feelings never preclude serious business. Training as a warrior always focused on helping wipe out any other feelings other than anger when the time came. That way, for a race who could possibly be ruled by emotions, they could compensate for any downsides they had.

Regardless, Alendian was always looking for orders. Something to just...do. When things were happening around her, she disliked NOT being a part of it, whether it involved humans or not.

"Do you require anything from me."

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath paused - she sensed the other Eldar come in - and then turned away from the console, pulling herself upright. Just as a Farseer ought to.

"I'm simply reviewing the weapons available for the crew for when we... are required to make use of them. Especially in how we can effectively and quickly distribute them. But..."

She paced for a moment, considering.

"...how do you think we would be able to effectively defeat the kessek and the daligig? You are an aspect warrior, after all. Tell me how you would fight them."

[quick_strike]

"If you were to offer the choice to me..."

She pondered for a moment. If she assumed that they were absolutely undefeatable, there were ways.

"...I would eject them into the Warp. It does not matter how strong or smart they are, they would not be able to leave there. D-Cannons or just pulling them along with me would both be effective."

[futureisclear]

"D-Cannons," Ildraniath mused, "That would work, but it might be hard to distribute them to the crew. Or train them in their use."

Her fingers flexed slightly as she thought, "But worth looking into."

For a moment her eyes narrowed and then she smiled. It was a rather grim smile and not an especially large one. Tight-lipped, almost forced.

"When we do make our move, I want you to take out their leaders. Get around their defenses. And annihilate the daligig they have in charge. Just because we might be putting on a show doesn't mean we can't actually get rid of a few irritants."

[curiousredsoul]

Not far behind Ildraniath, the new addition to the armoury, the Gate device placed near the entrance sprang to life. A soft hum being the only indication as the crystals began to glow and spin before after a moment the portal interface formed, showing on the other side the engineering department and a particular dragon who was currently in her elven form.

Stepping through the threshold, Celena deactivated the portal, giving a nod Ildraniath's way, "Farseer," she greeted before turning to the control panel to check over the readings for a moment.

"Doing a bit of browsing I assume?" she asked casually without looking up from the gate's control panel.

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath's brow furrowed as she glanced at Celena. She couldn't remember speaking to her. In fact, she didn't recognize her at all. But Ildraniath had been rather prominent at several public meetings, so she supposed it was to be expected.

"Yes. Although I'm afraid you have an advantage on me. You are...?"

Ildraniath hated being at a disadvantage.

[curiousredsoul]

Celena tapped a few of the controls as she pondered Ildraniath's reply. There were not as many who would recognize her in her current form as her draconic one. She had gathered information on the Eldar from those many prominent meetings at which she had spoken up at, indeed Ildraniath may recognize her as being at her most recent meeting down on Agrestic.

"Celena Vantari, I don't believe we've had the chance of a proper introduction," She replied by way of introduction as she turned to face the Farseer.

[futureisclear]

"No. I think not."

Ildraniath tried not to betray too much of her own emotions when she talked to people. But she was rather curious - she extended a little mental probe. Who was this woman? Unknown variables made her... slightly anxious.

That was a good way of putting it.

"What is it you'd like?"

[17thangel]

Maria noticed the tension on the ship, there was that meeting that she was told to go to, but really was far too busy with maintaining her robot to worry about, then the fact that everyone was so upset after it. Something about torture, which meant things were probably going to get messy soon. Taking this into consideration she decided to see what was laying about in the armory, while not trained in weaponry really, that didn't mean there wasn't something to limit ether use or recover energy laying about.

"Wonder if they have any AERODS in here. Or some Omegasol."

Peering at the other person in the armory, she bows a bit and continues looking about.

[futureisclear]

"I have no idea what either of those are," Ildraniath spoke up as she continued to flip through the inventory. This was going to be an all day project by the looks of it.

"Stacy might be able to tell you."

[17thangel]

"One is a weapon system that is attached to a gear, the other is a nanopaste that is used to recover expended ether in a hurry without sleep or rest. I have the feeling something big is up and... I don't entirely trust Stacy. Not if she's torturing crew members."

[futureisclear]

"If she wanted to, she could most likely rewrite your memories and make you believe you were someone else entirely. You don't have much of a choice," Ildraniath pointed out without looking up from her console.

"The sooner you realize this and come to terms with it the better. You may not trust her, but you do have to acknowledge how much control she has over this ship."

[swordofdorn]

Erhart is just quietly dealing with his own wargear, and other Astartes-issue weapons rather openly. There is a bolter lying half-disassembled his feet, the Black Sword at his waist, along with his bolt pistol, A Multi-Melta with fuel lines snaking around to a second, unused astartes backpack, and a Heavy Bolter with a box magazine arranged around him. As for his power armor, well, he never takes it off voluntarily. He spares a moment to glare at Illdraniath before returning to what he was doing, brushing down the weapons with a fine wire brush.

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath spares Erhart a glance that manages to convey disdain and arrogance toward him and his weaponry. Although he was an impressive fighter. She could use that.

"Preparing for your own battles, mon-keigh?"

[swordofdorn]

"Preparing for a deed that must be done, though it shall dishonor me." He glowers for a moment, fussing with the melta's cables.

[futureisclear]

"And what would that be? And why would it dishonor you?" Ildraniath glanced up. Now that was curious.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Of course Howard's going to combat feeling helpless by going to look at weapons he doesn't know how to use. That was a brilliant idea. He notices Ildraniath and guesses hey, maybe if he can tease her about Zou this trip won't have been a total waste.

"Oh, Councilor Furball sent me to talk to you. So I guess I'm talking to you."

[futureisclear]

"Rhiow?" Ildraniath eyed Howard from her console.

"Why would she send you? And what does she want?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Because the Council apparently thinks I'm the one doing all the organizing. Isn't it nice for you to finally get credit for doing something, only to have me steal it?" He grins and winks, but he sounds kind of mad (because, unsurprisingly, he is).

[futureisclear]

"I'm not concerned with having credit, I'm concerned with getting things moving," Ildraniath resisted the urge to massage a temple. She might have a slight headache coming on.

"Anyway, what did our good councilor want?"