Zie grunts again, but the noise<em>rasps</em>a little more now; there's something a little more guttural to it, something caught in the throat sounding like a Chimera with a busted catalytic unit.<br/><br/>'I didn't catch your name - or yours, ma'am, or any of your, er, platoon, is that the word? I've never had cause to cross paths with the local PDF before. But no matter. We do need to get off planet, and that's our priority - but even fully fed, I could only do so much to escape even if we had a ship under our command. Even if every single one of us was a Mars-trained Archmagos, we couldn't do it alone - Mr Mysterious over here is right, it's only by letting our talents run together, by surrendering ourselves to the Flow of common purpose, that we'll have any chance of getting out of here, and even then, we'll need to make sure we'd be joining our efforts to those of a crew and an aether-worthy Spirit.'<br/><br/>Azhi slowly turns, taking in the others without really<em>looking</em>at them.<br/><br/>'I made planetfall less than twenty hours ago in a burning shard of voidcruiser. This is my first exposure to terrestrial gravity, and I don't really like it. Basically, what I'm saying is that my knowledge of this planet amounts to jack shit. But what I do know is that one of our first priorities needs to be locating surface-to-orbit communications, and seeing if there even is any Spirit up there that's willing to offer us aid. While we're doing that, we'd ideally want to avoid drawing more Orks to our position. That, and gathering any further expertise and personnel that'd be useful bonded to our cause. And finding something to eat. I am not joking when I say I won't be any use to you on an empty stomach, and it's not the kind of thing I can necessarily control in extremis.<br/><br/>Zie paces, grimacing slightly at even the thought of food. Mentioning it was a mistake - zie'd tuned it out, shifting it slowly to the blind spot of zir mental focus, but even off-handedly discussing it has caused it to surface, swimming up out of the depths of zir subconscious like some benthic predator.<br/><br/>'And ... oh, to the Eye with it. You talk about the need for trust, despite the risks. I agree. It's pointless  dancing round the topic - I<em>know</em>what you all are. Before we head out, I'd like for us to offer up a minute in prayer - to our Patrons. I know what you are - but I'd like to hear you<em>say</em>it.'<br/>