Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 16:35:08</strong>
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				<em>The Lance of Enlightenment</em> was six months journey from the nearest Imperium position, without use of the Warp. A humble sized vessel fully that could be fully maintained and crewed by just two dozen, most of which were automated servants. There was room for more, if the cargo bay was emptied, but then they'd have no space to hold colonization beacons or the strange Xenos or ancient human artifacts they hunted to gleefully. The ships bridge was alive with activity, the servitors working away at taking down large quantities of information as they continually scanned every direction. Its guns were silent but never asleep. Just waiting. Always waiting. <br><br>It had been four full weeks since the last time <em>anything</em> had happened, there had not been a lost scout vessel or a populated asteroid or sentry installation. Nothing. Some were growing anxious. Supplies were well stocked, they would last years. But it was growing tiresome. That would be ending soon however, the ship was moving towards an energy signature. Impossible to tell much detail, for the Warp was being treacherousness, as was its way. The Navigator, Inquisitor Lucien Anshelm stood at the bridge, glaring out into the void of space as he performed his duty on ship. He was good for that. Performing his duties. As an Inquisitor one would think no less. <br><br>At the ships rear, where the top level cargo area ended and the engine room began there was a strange noise, a repetitive noise. It didn't sound like any single thing in particular, different people or servitors who had come back to investigate the anomaly had reported it differently. From "back and forth, movement" to "energy looping" and one servitor who suffered an overload during the process reported (or rather his cogitator detailed he had intended to report) it sounding like "the center of the universe." How he'd know what that sounded like was of course the first reason to dismiss such a thing. Regardless, it was not a usual feature of the ship and needed to be dealt with.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 19:44:32</strong>
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				Lorinare was checking his gear carefully. Wraithbone was beautiful material but needed maintaining, and his rifle might protect his life but he needed to care for it through the rites, or he would become as useless as it would without an eldar to care for it. He was unfamiliar with the tech of these humans, but he was not one to judge them for it, their weapons could cause damageg on the enemies that the Imperium of Man and the Eldar shared. Indeed, of all the races in the galaxy, Lorinare considered humans perhaps the closest thing to a possibly Ally there was for the Eldar. Of course, the human short-sighted actions often made them better tool through manipulation and deception than through negotiations.<br><br>He was no <em>catumen</em> (ambassador) and he was definitely not someone that was used to dealing with the humans for prolonged periods. He was a scout, a sniper, and now he was simply stuck with these humans. Sitting at his spot in the hallways, Lorinare listened to the humans near him, not paying them much more attention than they did to him. He had heard something odd was going on, and he had considered investigating it. He did not understand their tech too well, it was quite different, and he knew well it did not deal with wraithbone. Yet he was curious, and lifting the rifle on his back again he headed on.<br><br>His mask hid his face entirely, along with the breathing apparatus against his face shielding him from the humans ship's scents. He was reluctant to remove the mask unless he was in privacy due to the fact he never knew when he might need it too to move unseen. Aboard the ship he had not attempted to hide unelss he really needed some privacy though. He prefered to be found easily here, so that the humans would not become curious and really look for him sometime when he didn't want them to spot him. <br><br>"So what has stirred this gathering to such a buzz?" He muttered, trying to grasp a crewman in the hallway to shove against a wall to repeat the question if ignored at first.
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				Post by: <strong>Niki315</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 22:04:06</strong>
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				Olivia had been in the engine room for almost 18 hours straight, recording the anomaly.&nbsp; Servitors came and went as she sat observing the fluctuations on her dataslate.&nbsp; Olivia's long fingers slid through menus and windows and lists and files, finding nothing to sort out the data she had so far.&nbsp; "This is unusual," she said for the 30th time since she entered the room.&nbsp; Her stomach growled at that moment, which upset her greatly.&nbsp; "I can't risk any further interference," she said to herself as she closes the receiver and sets her dataslate to sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>With a light sigh Olivia stood, her bodysuit creaking after remaining stationary for so long.&nbsp; She checked her chrono and noticed that it was lunchtime.&nbsp; A fitting period for her to take a break from her relentless study.&nbsp; By the time she reached the mess area the food was ready.&nbsp; She selected a few choice items and sat at a table poring over her data as she ate.&nbsp; She referenced some of the servitor data and then glanced back at her own.&nbsp; For some reason, she couldn't find anywhere to synch it up.&nbsp; "Perhaps the pattern takes more than 32 hours to loop.&nbsp; Or maybe it's an irrational feedback and not actually a loop."&nbsp; She had spent enough time on the anomaly as it was.&nbsp; She needed to update the record books for the day and check the communications logs as well as send progress reports back to the Imperium.&nbsp; The strange happenings in the engine room had been taking up a lot of her time and concentration, but she couldn't fall behind on her duties.&nbsp; She had plenty of time to catch back up, so she finished her food and headed to the bridge.
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:07:38</strong>
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				*Armont's footsteps echoed through the hallways. By now, most would know that the thunderous pounding the deck was taking was due to the sole Black Templar aboard the ship. His course leading him to the mess hall. His armor shone from the recent cleaning the onboard servitors had given it. He himself had undergone training to accept that, yes, there were psychers and xenos aboard, but no, his mission was not to destroy them. Most of the crew had been warned of this also. So when he entered the mess hall, the momentary lull in sound was not seen as abnormal. He sighed heavily, moving to the food recepticle area and getting his ration for lunch, which was about 4 times the normal for anyone else. He looked around before spotting a chair made to withstand the heavy marine in his armor. He thudded over to it and sat, the chair straining regardless. He watched a woman scurry out the door looking a bit officious. Probably one of the techs. He huffed and began eating."
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				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 02:09:05</strong>
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				Shas'ui Borkan Shovah Mont'yr sat quietly crosslegged near the back of the engine room, his eyes closed as he listened to both the strange sound and the activity around him. His helmet was off and sitting beside him, revealing his blue-grey skin and lock of raven black hair, which was held in a sort of topknot clasped in three intricate clasps of silver, each one denoting his time in service of the greater good, as well as signifying his rank.&nbsp; He noted the departure a female Gue'la, who had seemed to be doing the same as him before a strange noise emanated from her abdomen. He paid her no notice as she left, instead focusing his training as a Pathfinder for the Greater Good to attempt to locate where the strange noise was coming from. 
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				Post by: <strong>MasterfulJ</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 00:01:44</strong>
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				Josh Semperis, or Mr. Semperis to the ratings, paced uneasily by a railing on the Bridge. Mostly gazing out the large viewports at the stars so unfamiliar to him, his hands where full - a half-empty and cold mug of recaf in his steel fingers, his real hand holding up his small dataslate going over crew rotation logs. <br>Something was clearly disturbing him. The crew on the bridge could tell by the Lho stick hanging unlit in the corner of his mouth, as one of his first orders was to ban smoking on the bridge. He read the reports of the ominous sounds from down in storage. He even swears he heard a faint sound himself, his mind constantly going back to that eerie sound of drums on steel. <br>He made his way over towards the engineering console, awakening the servitor set in place on the machines front as he set his mug down. "Servitor," He started in his authorotive manner, "Contact Engineering. I wan't a report of the Gellar field generators every four hours" It was then he noticed his lucky lighter had found its way into his hand when he put the mug down and he sighed, leaning heavily against the back of a nearby vacant chair. <br>...Something was definately getting to him...
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				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 15:39:00</strong>
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				Belinda Starr paused to tuck strands of Red hair back into her ponytail, and straightend her fatigue uniform.&nbsp; Not having any pressing duties of her own - nobody was sick or injured at the moment - she had been one of those detaqiled to search for the cause of the noise.&nbsp; Hours, rpetitive hours of fruitless searching.&nbsp; "Same shit, different unit."&nbsp; She muttered.&nbsp; Grunt work to be sure, but, well, The Imperial Guards were the ultimate grunts, were they not.&nbsp; She hefted her scanner, checked her sidearms and resumed the search.&nbsp; &nbsp;Monotonous patrol duty, it was.&nbsp; She stayed alert, she hadn't survived a decade of service by slacking.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 19:49:58</strong>
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				Lucien was aboard the bridge, unsurprising as he was the Navigator. They had not seen anything for quite some time but he was leading towards something, <em>something</em>. Something could be an awful lot of things. A Ork Hulk or Hive Fleet, or perhaps a long forgotten world. All he knew was that out there somewhere, and not too far away, there was energy. Enough energy to be made out through a veil of the warp that made viewing difficult. His robes were hanging low, moving slightly as the breeze of the bridge venting system moved through. Both eyes were focused outward, both his real and prosthetic eye. Although he wasn't looking at any literal stars, his gaze was into the warp. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 20:14:49</strong>
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				*Armont had finished his meal and sat napping in the same seat. His Catalepsean Node implant monitoring the sounds around him. The constant droning of the ship finally registered as non-normal to his subconscious and awoke him. He knew the sound to be not normal. It seemed to originate from the rear of the ship, which probably meant engine. Or it could be some foreign object on the hull that distorted the warp causing the noise. He wasn't sure, so he pulled himself up and began walking, thundering, down the hallways to the engine room. He didn't care if anyone was already there, he was going to look anyway. Gave himself something to concentrate on. He never was one for space.*<br>&nbsp;"For the Emperor."<br>*This he whispered to himself and felt his pride reassert itself. He WOULD find the noise, so this mission could continue to the fullest extent.*
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 20:51:46</strong>
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				Having made his way to the engine room after checking with the crewman, Lorinare was still looking around to try and figure out what was wrong with the engines. When he saw someone else emerging he tensed, but let out a breath and brushed a spot on his arm where the cloaking device controls were located. <br><br>As the crystal's effect hiding his presence faded off, he walked up towards Armont, speaking up seriously. "The crew seems to be intimidated by the noise it makes. Is it that different from usual?" The eldar man had little experience with human ships, the times he had observed humans before had all been on the planetside afterall. At most he had seen shuttles lifting and lowering goods as necessary. <br><br>He wasn't sure about this fellow and how he would react to the Eldar appearing this way, but Lorinare knew he would just have to get along with the crew anyway. "While we are translating in the warp there is very little use for the exterior guns and if the Geller field fails, I'll have my hands full of work I imagine. So, I'd hope you can get us through to the other end of this journey intact." <br><br>The eldar's expression was hidden behind his mask, but he was observing the man carefully even though he was now visible. He kept his hands off the rifle, leaving it to be strapped onto his back, but he was not about to go anywhere without it.
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 23:53:29</strong>
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				*When the Eldar appeared next to him, he tensed and snapped his eyes to the xeno. Of course he was trained to hold onto his next reaction to lash out. He calmed himself and relaxed. Towering over the eldar he simply grunted and walked around the behemoth engine, completely ignoring the Eldar. His set mission was to locate this odd noise and neutralize it. As he came back around the engine and saw the Eldar still patiently waiting, he grunted and climbed up onto the main engine housing. Maybe a Tyranid or Gretchin was trying to sabotage them, that would be fun at least. He looked through the engine view-port, but saw nothing odd. He turned to jump and landed beside the Eldar.*<br>"It's on the outside of the ship, surviving the warp. Sound is the warp being pushed around it, straining the engines. It's what I think anyway."<br>*And with that he headed off to the bridge. To tell the "Witch" navigator to probe the warp for a disturbance. He wasn't really experienced, but his thought process worked to identify the extreme of any situation. Maybe this time he would be right. It's always about 50-50 anyway.* 
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				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 17:23:03</strong>
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				At first hearing, an onlooker would have thought Starr was muttering to herself.&nbsp; Not exactly true, she was quietly humming an IG marching song.&nbsp; She always hummed when in a good mood.&nbsp; Despite the fruitless search, she was reasonably happy.&nbsp; Prowling around corners of the ship she hadn't visited yet, marking fields of fire and potential strong points out of habit, and likely spots for tending to wounded out of deliberate attention.<br><br>"Engine Room."&nbsp; She said softly as she tapped the doorplate.&nbsp; "Might as well try here.&nbsp; Damn this ship is spooky, where is everybody?"&nbsp; &nbsp; she noticed Dracoat almost storming out of ther section, faded into the shadows to let him pass.&nbsp; Who else, somebody was still here?&nbsp; She took a closser look and froze for a heartbeat.&nbsp; To tall and slender, oh, the Eldar, what was his, right.<br><br>She gave his language a try, it was a while since she had needed to use it. "Ah, Hello, Lorinare."&nbsp; She came cloer to the proper pronunciation of his name than most humans, but she wasn't sure if she had used the personal or formal mode of greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her command of Eldar was pretty limited, no more than enough to assure Eldar post-battle&nbsp; medical teams that she was oon the body-littered ground&nbsp; for the same duty they had, nobody needs to know they saw each other, right?<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 07:10:39</strong>
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				Shas'ui Shovah Mont'yr stood quietly, making his presence more pronounced then it had been where he was sitting. the Adeptus's thought process was sound, as he couldn't find the source of the sound inside the ship's hull.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 19:00:17</strong>
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				"Outside and surviving in the Warp." Muttering to himself, Lorinare considered it, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the thought. Anything that could exist in the warp was by its very nature tough and cruel. It was a necessity for surviving there. That's why he and the other Eldar tended to favor the Webway, but he was outside the reach of the webway now that the gate at the world he had been found at had been destroyed. <br><br>That wasn't done on light weaponry either. The fact one more gate was now out of the system was an unpleasant thought, but it had lead to him being along with this human crew now. He wasn't sure what to think about the people but they did not <em>seem</em> warp-corrupted. The initial contact had been wary, but if the humans were not looking to attack him, he had no reason to hunt them either. <br><br>Of course, if there was a Gretchin aboard he would be more than happy to show it the muzzle of his rifle's barrel, to stop it from breaking the machinery. His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the female human. Starr, he recalled he had heard the name used. <br><br>"Hello Starr. Someone else just left." He thought for a moment about it, then looking at the direction the man had headed off to, returning his gaze at Starr. "Male, Armont." He stated after a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can hear when people ignore you." He smirked a little at that spot, but that was left behind the mask anyway. Besides, his words were only half-truth. Most people ignored him, not knowing he was there at all, when he moved unseen. It was just the ragner's way to practice moving unseen to not get too used to being seen.<br><br>"They commented whatever is behind the noise of the machine, could be outside and in the warp." He took a pause. "Not good. There's a reason Eldar prefer to not travel through warp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 15:36:43</strong>
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				"A creature of the warp?"&nbsp; Belinda paled visibly.&nbsp; her eyes darted to the engines, then to the hull.&nbsp; "I've heard stories, seen briefing videos, but no two seem to agree on anything about them except that they are damned dangerous.&nbsp; Her hand brushed her hip, but she was unarmed save for a kinife in her boot. "I didn';t see the point of carting along a pistol aboard ship, maybe I was wrong about that."<br><br>The medic sighed and leaned back against an equipment rack and took a pull from her canteen, then offered it to the Eldar.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 23:04:05</strong>
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				Observing the woman drinking some of the liquid she held in the container, Lorinare wasn't sure what she had just ingested but on her gesture he reached over to take up the canteen. Lifting it up, near his face, he reached to the side of his mask, disconnecting a small wire. The mask let out a hiss, but came off. Trusting in his hood to cover his face at the time, Lorinare brought the canteen up and took a short gulp of its contents before handing it back. <br><br>"Different biochemistry. Only partly, though." He commented, holding the canteen seriously. "Otherwise it would be impossible to stay anyway." His tone was again very serious as he lifted the mask back up in place. Eldar without a mask had enough resemblance to a human that the humans probably wouldn't react to him without a mask as badly as they would to an ork's face, but still, it was more than just them that he wore the mask for.<br><br>"That or something else outside the ship holding onto its hull and straining the warp, to try and recall most of what the man that left said." He shrugged faintly. "I am no expert on the Imperium's technology."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 00:33:41</strong>
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				The medic barked a short laugh.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Who is?&nbsp; The tech-priests?"&nbsp; She cut herself off short.&nbsp; Even beyond the imperial frontier it was dangerous to talk like that.&nbsp; She straightened up and and settled her equipment belt.&nbsp; "If there could be something outside the ship trying to get in, yeah, I'd better start packing a side arm."&nbsp; She waited for the eldar to hand her canteen back, stowed it and said "Stay loose." over her shoulder as she headed back to her quarters.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 18:09:58</strong>
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				"Agreed. I might visit the bridge." Lorinare remarked shortly, handing over the canteen. "Also, I would have a question, but it will have to wait till another time. I imagine the answer to it may take a while, as may explaining what brought it up." He spoke seriously as he watched her behind the mask, then nodding and turning to walk away. Not activating the stealth, he wanted to move 'seen' sometimes, but any particularily suspicious folks had Lorinare cloaking immediately. He did not take chances with the humans that he knew very little about, and he had only come to know a handful of people a bit better. <br><br>All of them people he thought capable and an asset to the ship, too. <br><br>Still, it was time to head to the bridge, see who were there. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 20:08:13</strong>
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				*Armont's armored feet clomped on the bridge deck. He immediately felt the psyker's presence. His training as a Black Templar had made him sensitive to warp touched minds. He took a calming breath and walked up to the Navigator. He was sure the navigator was in the warp right now. He could only tolerate this one do to the fact the Emperor had told him directly that he had sanctioned this Navigator so that he may partake in this mission without Armont resisting listening to him. Still...*<br>"Navigator. I come to present my opinion on the engine room disturbance that has everyone on edge. I say there is something outside the hull in that particular area of the ship. Maybe a Dark Eldar observation unit. Maybe something worse. Might be watching us. Suggest you look that direction. Can't touch it till we drop out of the warp regardless, but it may be straining the hull, due to the ship's particular profile. Might cause problems, like engine overload."<br>*He walked to the side after finishing and sat in a seat made for an armored marine. This was the gunner seat and was his mission aboard the ship while in flight. He was only away from it do to being in the warp. He would wait here for the Psyker to either affirm or negate his thinking. As he was aware the psyker would hear and not hear his message. Until his mind left the warp it would only be a whisper. Sort of like a message waiting system.*
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				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 06:40:20</strong>
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				overhearing the exchange between the eldar and the gue'la, Ui'Montyr decided to follow the eldar to the bridge. carrying his helmet underneath his left arm, he headed in the same direction as the eldar, nodding to the gue'la female as he passed by.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 22:59:00</strong>
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				((Black Templars tend to train in <em>not</em> feeling Psyker's and the Warp actually :P))<br><br>Lucien's head tilted back slightly to he could see the Adeptus Astartes of the Black Templars in his peripheral vision. He blinked slowly as the Marine spoke, before turning his head forward again. "I shall take your suggestion on board. We shall be dropping out of the Warp within the hour. If you think something may be <em>on</em> the ship it might be worth performing an external scan?" Lucien himself allowed his mind to wander to indulge the Marine. He couldn't detect anything. It didn't mean there was nothing, but with what he knew about the....anomaly....going on the back he was rather sure it was an unlikely that it was caused by an unwanted passenger. <br><br>((I'll have us drop out of the Warp in my next post, so if there's other things you want to do, feel free!)<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 23:39:48</strong>
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				Stepping up into the bridge deck, the eldar frowned at the people glaring at him and his gun. He could have used the stealth field to enter and avoid it, but getting caught that way would have made his actions suspicious to the people here. He had no reason to turn against them and suspecting such was stupid, but if he gave them a reason to feel that way it would only get worse. So ignoring the glares he kept moving ahead and stepped over where he saw the large Marine standing, as well as Lucien.<br><br>"Has there been any decision on what needs to be done, yet?" His question lacked any real interest, the eldar's mask hiding his expression but his stance a bit tense for the impassionate tone of voice he had about the matter.
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				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 04:19:07</strong>
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				stopping at the door to the bridge, Ui'Montyr felt the tension from the bridge crew almost immediatly, and felt some of the glares shift from the eldar to himself. not paying it any mind, he simply leaned against the bulkhead and waited for the answer to the question he had just heard asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 19:38:09</strong>
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				Belinda stopped by her quarters just long enough to clip her holster to her equipment belt then, following the vibe that seemed to be in the air, wandered up to the bridge.&nbsp; The tension was almost bulletproof, she noted with amusement. "The gridge crew glaring at the Eldar and the tau, uptight was a mild word.&nbsp; "Blood and Martyrs, pelople!&nbsp; relax!"&nbsp; She didn't chuckle, but she was smiling as she slipped over to a watchstander's seat.&nbsp; A good spot to observe the bridge while staying out of the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the borders of Mankind (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 02:05:08</strong>
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				*Armont sat idly as the psyker witch recounted his analysis. Armont processed the info and formulated a new theory. He waited to get the thought right as first the Eldar, then the Tau walked onto the bridge. He gave them a glance and dismissed them. At range they would be more deadly threats, but as the bridge was an enclosed space, he was sure his Emperor given skills and training in close-combat would be more than sufficient to take any threat here. As he opened his mouth to speak the Female Guardsman walked in. She seemed more inclined to be in a joyous mood for some reason. Maybe she relished the thought of an upcoming battle too. He nodded in her direction.*<br>"Something ahead then, really large, distorting the warp? Means something doesn't want us coming near maybe?"<br>*That's all he would give of his opinion. With so many minds here, they could all feed on that and finish his thoughts for him. He slipped a glance over at the weapons screen to make sure nothing was there. His spirits had just risen maybe tenfold, battle was on the horizon, well hopefully.*
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