A Time of Reaving IC

[Black Cohort]

The seneschal turns and walks to the lift banks and takes you to the very top deck of the ship.  From there it is only a short walk to a small domed observatory that has been converted into a greenhouse and aviary.  The temperature spikes when you enter, and it is rather humid.  Greenery is everywhere except above where you can see into space.  Several species of xenos avians flutter about or rest on branches, all are very odd, vivid colours.

 

A young woman, who appears no more than a quarter century old and is wearing an expensively plain dress and an old man in a clearly military uniform sit on a bench in the centre of the space.

 

"Rogue Trader Talmedion and Sor Aldron, commander of the Huskarls."

[Lysimachus]

Elvrit:

 

The Breacher scanned the aviary as they entered for any signs of danger, but his main focus was on the seated figures. He nodded tersely at the young woman. Her seeming innocence and fragility were meaningless - if she truly held her family's Warrant of Trade. If so, she must be much tougher and wiser to the ways of the galaxy than she appeared. If so, this ship and every soldier and weapon aboard it were at her disposal.

 

He waited for a moment to see if any of the other Astartes would begin, but none did. Unsurprising, perhaps. The Legions proven loyal at Istvaan were not those known for their skill at diplomacy and statecraft. The Iron Hand found himself wishing there was an Ultramarine present, or a Blood Angel, or even an Imperial Fist. But they were not.

 

Elvrit grimaced slightly. Accept what was. Adapt, and advance. He spoke, forcing his inner rage down and his voice to gruff calmness.

 

“Lady Talmedion, I am Elvrit Sharr of the Iron Tenth. If you have truly heard nothing of recent events, especially those regarding the Warmaster Horus and the Istvaan system, then we have grim news that we must share with you. Will you hear it?”

 

Edited November 9 by Lysimachus

[Lord_Ikka]

Kraith

 

Kraith wasn't a Shadow-Master, nor had he spent much time learning the ways of the Shadows, but he was able to fade into the background when others Astartes were about. Elvrit was speaking to the Rogue Trader and what looked to be her Master-at-Arms, so Kraith waited and kept watch over the foliage.

[Black Cohort]

On 11/9/2025 at 6:30 AM, Lysimachus said:

Elvrit:

“Lady Talmedion, I am Elvrit Sharr of the Iron Tenth. If you have truly heard nothing of recent events, especially those regarding the Warmaster Horus and the Istvaan system, then we have grim news that we must share with you. Will you hear it?”

 

 

"Warmaster Horus?  You mean Primarch Horus of the Luna Wolves?  You must remember Legionary Sharr, that we have been on a long range exploration mission for decades.  Now that we have completed that mission we must deliver the data we have found."

[Lord_Ikka]

Kraith

 

"Horus, half his brothers, and their legions have turned on the Emperor. Istvaan was a massive trap to destroy those still loyal to Terra. The Great Crusade is now over and civil war looms." 

 

Kraith's voice was low and clipped. He took off his helm and looked at the humans directly. 

 

"My apologies for the bluntness, but there is little time for diplomatic niceties. We have come seeking allies and resources to combat the traitors. Nothing and no one will stand in our way."

[A.T.]

Arazakiel

 

"It is of utmost need that we signal this treatchery to the wider Imperium, until it is known the Warmaster will hold a knife hidden to the back of every world."

[Black Cohort]

"If it is astropaths you seek, you have come to the wrong ship.  And if you seek warriors the ranks of our Huskarls have been thinned by the decades."

[Lysimachus]

Elvrit:

 

“Then what can you provide us? Supplies, munitions, repairs? If you can offer nothing to help us continue this fight, then I suggest you flee at your fastest speed towards the Sol system. Carry word of Horus’ victory and the betrayal by Lorgar, Peturabo, Konrad Curze and Alpharius to the Emperor. Tell him that the survivors of the Iron Hands, Salamanders and Raven Guard will do what they can to impede the traitors’ progress, for there is no doubt that the Warmaster will be making for Terra.”

 

Elvrit frowned bitterly.

 

“I intend to stay, to be a thorn in Horus’ side, to make him bleed for every step he takes towards the Imperial Palace.”

 

 

[Trokair]

Hadad

 

A garden on a spaceship, was it just a luxury and status symbol, or a necessity to keep moral up so far from home. He wasn’t entirely sure what to made it but watched the fauna and flora with interest as the other’s spoke.

 

Cousin Elvrit was getting worked up, understandably, but perhaps not the best when dealing with someone as independent as a Marques. A change of subject then.

 

Stepping from the back of the group and bowing slightly before speaking.   

 

 

“Lady Talmedion, if I may ask, what data have you gathered out in the wild space? Are there allies that might aid us against the oathbreaker? Or strategic possibilities that are unknown and uncompromised by the rebellions machinations?”   

Edited Tuesday at 07:16 PM by Trokair

[Machine God]

Ashmon

 

"No doubt your Letter of Marque will carry weight on your return to the Solo System, if you get caught using old lesser used Mandeville Points on entry. I wish you Godspeed!"