Darvius smirked softly under his helmet as he listened to Avorn's words, though as she said<em>I've got a delicious plan</em>he would shake his head softly. now those where two words that never seemed to match up to what she had in store for them, she had done many delicious things, and had many a plan but never had the two been put into the same sentence and happened that way. more than likely she would lead them into cultist infested ruins, or a space hulk crawling with genestealers. though as she closed the doors, the small whoosh of air and the tone of her voice spoke clearly of her "mood", perhaps there would be a way to kill two birds with one stone, at least so to speak. he wanted to know what she had planned, and normally the best way to get her talking was to give her what she desired, which more or less was a good fucking.<br/><br/>reaching over to a small sphere dial upon the "throne" his armored fingers of his gauntlet swirled over the controls, and with a low grown and whirl of gears an assortment of servo arms burst from within to do their task. what normally would take thirty minutes for a collection of servitors and techpriests, would only take the servo arms a handful of minutes freeing him from his large suit of terminator armor. making sure the royal purple, and bone white robe hung to his frame without reveling himself to the crew, he remembered the last time that had happened.  as he stepped down from captain's section of the bridge he would give the Navigator a soft nod of the head and the words "thank you for the safe travels" though the words where soft coming from him, it was still a deep and powerful voice, it commanded respect, fear and awe all at once. as he made his way along the back stairs memory of his last "show" bringing a smile to his face as his large frame moved with a fluid grace that seemed out of place with such a brute. he had used the back ways many a time, so he was use to ducking low to avoid bumping his head.<br/><br/>as he made his way along the long path, he would press his ear to the door out of habit, having more than once walked in on Avorn and her partner of the day(or hour depending on her mood). he had been content to speak as she "worked" but her partners rarely where, which meant he was chased out normally with sharp words and a dangerous item of some sort being thrown at him. using his advanced hearing he would listen for the sounds of another in her room. if nothing was heard, he would simply walk in, he was fearless, utterly so. in truth her rank was meaningless to him, it was the respect of a friend that keep him at her side. though this could cause problems, it granted one positive among many, his loyalty was unquestioning, he had walked into swarms of enemies for her welling being alone. he had done things that would make some question his sanity, even among marines for her, the reason was simple, she was his friend and as such, she was someone he would never allow harm to find. to harm Captain Avorn would be taken as a personal insult, and to those that had ever done this to a marine, there was no surviving that slight.<br/><br/>his large hulk would fit into her room with a trained ease, standing to his full height he would just barely fit.  offering a soft smile to her, almost like an older brother looking to a trouble making younger sister. "what are you up to Avorn?" he chuckled softly, and then with the speed earned through his life of grueling training and implants he pounced forward. his hands easily hefting her off the floor and had her straddled over his midsection. her back would then roughly be pinned to one of her walls, her body easily supported by one of his hands as the other began to firmly grasp at her breasts. she would easily be able to feel the steel like grip, he could rip her frame in half without a second thought, though he was merely being playful with her. leaning forward he would bite the side of her neck, starting to suckle and lick on the flesh between his teeth. giving a soft tug he would let go of her flesh, his head moving so he could look down into her eyes deeply, both hands now grasping her rear end. he nipped at the tip of her nose softly as he spoke "so why don't you tell me just what you have in mind for this little excursion Avorn?". he tugged her from the wall in a blur and soon had them both upon her bed, his hands tugging roughly, yet still carefully at her clothing. just as she was rough and aggressive so was he at times, though rape was something he would never taste, he didn't plan to start now. if she wanted him to stop she had but say so, till then he would continue to explore her frame, with hand, mouth, tongue and as time went by, his erection would soon start to prod against her body.<br/><br/>with quick and firm hands he would tug her articles of clothing off and toss them to the floor wildly as he went along, becoming a little more "alive" than he normally was with her. moving to do so until he was finished, or she complained.