<blockquote><div><cite>thefallen wrote:</cite>Malicent was roused from his meditation by sirens going off throughout the ship. While he was not required to respond to these alerts, beign a non-combat officer, but he couldn't meditate with this noise. He slowly got up from his kneeling position in front of the alter, streched, and collected his overcoat. Three hours of meditation were wonderul in restoring your inner-peace, but they didn't half give you cramp. He pulled on his overcoat, checking himself in the reflection of a silver mural on the floor. Satisfied, he walked down the isle, the overcoat flapping gently as he sauntered past pews, the doors to the chapel slid apart, and he stepped into the corridor, heading towards the command deck. While he walked he took a headset/microphone combo out of his inner pocket, and put it on. Azreal's voice filled his left ear "Exarch, it appears that the ship may be under attack by two other parties, one possibly from the Children of the Dying Son. And the others...well, I have no idea." finsihed Azreal "Fine" sighed Malicent. "Imform the captain that I will be on the bridge in ten minuites. In the mean time, I will be assissting the rest of the crew." <br/><br/>Malicent walked through the ship, finding groups of men running to and fro, orgainsing counter-attack measures, enacting battle procedure, preping emergecy protocols. He came across a fallen man, who had obviously been knocked out by a falling box during the intial rush during the battle stations sounding. He knelt down, and pulled the man to a relativly quiet cornern, before wiping his minor wound, and sayign a prayer over him. "Morana, Death-Godess, my liege and my guide, sheild the soul and body of this man. Help him through this fight, guide his actions on the right course, and if his time has come, guide his soul into the Feilds of Eternity, oh Night-Mother, I pray." Finsihing his prayer, he quickly called up a medical team to get them man to the medi-wing and way form any hazard, as well as stopping him obstructing other's duties. While he waited with the fallen man, he quickly calle dup Azreal. "Azreal, we have an injured techniation, service number 34456, please imform his commandng officer of this and tell him to get a replacment ASAP. And tell him my blessing goes with him and his men, whatever happens this day." Cutting of the link, he saw the medical team arrive. They loaded the man onto a strecher, then looked at him expectantly. He quickly made the sign of the godess, and utterd a blessing "Morana, guide, bless and keep safe these men, assist them in their valuble roles aboard ship and sheild their souls from those who seek their demise before their Time" the word Time was empahsised. Satisfied, the medical team left the area with teh fallen man, and Malicent procceded to the bridge.<br/><br/>Upon arrival, he entered, and quikcly uttered a prayer of fortitude for those commanders on teh bridge, who had an important Job to do. In retrospect, he thought, he asked the Godess for much, but she had never denied a worthy blessing. While he walked towards the Captains station, he smoothed any creases in his overcoat out. He had to look presentable, even in battle. He cleared his throat, announcing himself, and waited for an accnolagement from the captain. While not being a militay officer, he had provided support for the Captain reguarding motivation and pre-battle speeches. He also had a feelign about this event, a prenomination, as it were, that something may not be all it seemed. His left hand tightened on his left section of his seperable double bladed sword. It was involantry, and he quckly loosened his grip. While awaitign teh Captians response, he noted a science type perosn asking an ensign something. He hoped that he wasn't one of those anti-theist types, who he had worked with before. The last one ended up wiht a bullet in his head. Not from Malicent, but from the mans own commander. To quote the commander - "Dont BS in a war. There isn't any time." to which Malicent had responed "Amen". He didn't want a repetition of that.</div></blockquote>