It seems a servo-skull is accosting you with a scrolling projector sign..
"[H E Y ! !]"
. . . .
"[The techpriest has seen to your weapon, you're free to come pick it up at your earliest convenience.]"
Thud...thud...t h u d....𝐓 𝐇 𝐔 𝐃.
The heavy footfalls as the war-battered machine strode into the hangar, reaper chainblade hanging limp and conflagration cannon hanging on by a thread.
The Questoris Pattern Knight came to rest after days and days of war..
..and once -
Watching with mild interest..
..always interesting seeing what catches the fancy enough to sketch out.
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The t'au has been..very busy.
Her project was still underway. It needed a full refurbishing, but until after the mission, mere patchwork would have to suffice..
"Hm..you sure are picky about your parts, huh? At ease, we're almost to the warzone..you'll get plenty -"
Fun fact; T'au love water!
Their skin is actually designed for moisture retention, which is a big help while working on planets with extreme risk of dehydration.
So, if you're looking for Eido and she's not on duty, she's probably near the showers.
[#SeductiveSunday]
(Conciousness Restored.)
((But because i enjoyed myself yesterday, my body is in the midst of a very violent coup, so sorry if i take a while to get to replies!!))
(Oh! Before sleep.)
(THANK YOU ALL FOR GIVING MY DUM🅱️ LITTLE XENO A CHANCE, I HOPE YOU ALL CAN HAVE AS MUCH FUN INTERACTING WITH HER AS I DID MAKING HER--)
(OkayForrealNowSleebTimeByeByeStayWonderfulEverybody--)
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"..what are we?"
She's just got a vid-imager set up, displaying the few members of her known team together.
"..Xenos abomination, traitor astarte, loyalist astarte, sororitas...what would we fall under?"
She's fully caught up in thoughts, unaware of anyone who might hear..
A week.
She's been missing for a week.
...okay, missing isnt the right word. She hasn't been seen in a week, since she returned to her special project.
But, that trend ends now, as the t'au flops out the door, haggard and looking..rough, to put it nicely.
"..Was that a gold astarte?..I know there's a couple dozen chapters in a whole rainbow of colors, but I've never heard of a golden chapter outright before.."
"..Il have to assign a servo-skull to do some required reading listings, I've got too much on my plate as is.."
Incenses were lit, oils were applied, runes etched..now came the prayer.
This was the part that always kept her on edge. The part that made her skeptical of the order who's role she'd been assigned.
It was like her singing. Birdlike, almost, as she began to recite the chant.
-
-
Head locked back into place, a fresh weapon attached to the awaiting arm left vacant.
The armor had been tended to best she could on short notice, though some paneling would need wholely new parts made, along with livery..
...but first...she needed to know if she was -